#also!!! sorry I’ve been super slow on requests. I’ve been dealing with school and a potential sprained wrist so I’ve been a little.

[nympippi]

sent this hc a little while ago but it ended up being very long and i'm not sure tumblr even sent it, so! Take two! i think robin loves cats. they're just very comforting for him to be around. and idk if these were actually A Thing back then but i could totally imagine robin in your au having a cat as an ESA (Emotional Support Animal) to help him come with his trauma post revival. y'know

I absolutely love the idea of Robin having an emotional support animal!! I can see him having one of those bad days where he just is in his own head and his cat just lays on his chest purring, bringing him back to reality.

I love the cat person Robin hc and I absolutely love the esa!!

And even if they aren’t a thing in the 70s the hc that this cat just grounds him and helps him through his bad days is just as valid!

[storiesforallfandoms]

small world ~ corpse husband

word count: 2053

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”

description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”

“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”

“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.

“Regrettably?” Karl asked.

“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”

Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.

I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?

Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.

“You good Corpse?” George asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.

The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.

“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”

“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”

The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!

Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.

He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.

hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?

Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.

To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.

“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”

Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”

“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”

How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!

No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.

“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”

“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”

Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”

She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.

Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.

“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”

“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”

“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”

“That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”

“What happened to her?”

Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.

“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”

“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”

There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.

“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”

Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.

He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.

At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.

He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.

“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”

“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”

“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”

He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.

What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?

“I knew it.”

Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.

“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”

“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”

“Small world we live in, huh?”

“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?

The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”

“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”

Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”

“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”

“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”

kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(

[slowly-writing]

The Blink of an Eye

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2532

Requested by anon: Can I request a nat x daughter!reader where r is adopted and discovers she has powers but tries to hide it from nat because she doesn’t think she’d be a good avenger? love your writing ♥️

“Y/n, come on!!! We’re gonna be late!” Peter’s voice startles you as you’re brushing your teeth. You glance at your phone and your eyes go wide. If you don’t leave in the next five minutes you’re totally screwed.

“I’m coming!” you yell back, sprinting out of your bathroom. You stumble a bit and somehow end up halfway down the hall. You pause for a second, looking between the bathroom door and the place you’re now standing. It’s a solid five yards but you don’t have time to try and figure out what the hell just happened. You have to get to school.

“Finally. You’re gonna get us detention,” Peter grabs your hand and tugs you to the door.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Peter,” Wanda is trying to stifle her laugh as the three of you make your way to the garage.

xxxxx

“Romanoff, that was amazing. It may even be a new school record,” your gym teacher tells you as you finish running the mile.

“Wait what? What was my time?” You’ve never been the fastest kid in class. You probably could be, but you hated running so you never really tried. You normally just keep it to an easy jog, or so you thought as you glance over your shoulder and notice you’ve left Peter in the dust. That shouldn’t have happened.

“5:32. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a high schooler run that fast, what’s your secret?” he asks, leaning closer to you as if you wouldn’t want the class to hear you, but they’re all still trying to finish their run at least a hundred yards behind you.

“It must just be all the training I do with my mom and her team,” you say with a shrug and a fake smile. You don’t train with your mom’s team. This doesn’t make sense.

Over the next few days you have more of what you can only describe as glitches. Random bursts of speed when you run that put you on the opposite side of the room faster than any human should be able to move. Now that you know what to look for you can see the world blur by you as you run. It doesn’t happen all the time and you have no idea how to explain it. People don’t just magically obtain superpowers. In your experience it was usually with the assistance of hydra, and the occasional radioactive spider but you haven’t gotten any bug bites recently and you don’t like the option that leaves you with.

Your memory of life before being adopted is hazy at best, a few flashes of people whose relation to you you can’t place and some doctors offices. A four year old found alone half a mile outside of a recently destroyed hydra base is nothing too suspicious. It was in a crowded community full of individuals who got caught in unfortunate circumstances. It wasn’t rare to find people living on the streets but when Natasha found you all alone she knew she couldn’t just leave you there. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but if you find out you came from within that hydra base? Well they might not see it as a coincidence anymore. Besides in your opinion, you’d be a crappy superhero so it’s better if nobody finds out. Yeah, you’ll just hide it. That’ll work.

xxxxx

It did not work.

Every day that passed you found it harder and harder to keep your secret. It seemed your powers, if you could even call them that, just kept getting stronger. And let’s just say you weren’t getting the hang of them anytime soon.

“Y/n, dinner!” you hear your mom call from down the hall and you jump up from your desk, you’ve been starving recently, maybe it has something to do with the new powers. You run for the kitchen, momentarily forgetting how bad of an idea that is. You see Clint walking in front of you and you panic. The world starts moving in slow motion as you realize you can’t stop. You turn a bit so you’ll miss him, digging your heels into the floor to try and slow down. It isn’t very effective and rather than you stopping yourself, you stop when you slam into Tony’s bookshelf, knocking it and all the books to the floor as you skid across the common room with them.

“Oh my god!” Tony yells, jumping several feet in the air at the noise

“Y/n are you okay?” your mom asks as she quickly makes her way over to you. You pull the books off your chest and sit up, smiling sheepishly at the group of avengers standing in front of you.

“Yeah. I just uh...tripped. Sorry about your books Tony. I’ll clean them up,” you wince as you look at the mess you caused.

“We don’t care about the books-”

“I care about the books!” Tony cuts in and Steve rolls his eyes before continuing.

“We care about you,” he finishes with a pointed look at Tony who nods.

“Oh uh, yeah. We care about you more. But I also like the books…” he trails off quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m clumsy,” you say with a shrug, pushing yourself up and stacking the books out of the walkway. Your mom looks at you and you can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she lets it go for now.

This isn’t gonna work for much longer.

xxxxx

“Y/n wake up! We have to go!” you wake up to Tony’s screaming and you jolt upright. The first thing you notice is there’s a haze of smoke throughout the room and it’s really warm.

“What’s happening?” you ask, wiping your eyes and trying to make sense of what’s happening.

“There was an explosion in the lab. The fire suppression system is down and the whole place went up, it's spreading and we need to get everyone out now,” he pulls you up from the couch and starts leading you out of the compound. As you’re both hunched under a cloud of smoke you can’t help but think for the hundreth time how stupid the floor plans of this building are. Tony wanted his lab close to the living quarters so he could get there quickly when he got inspiration in the middle of the night. You’ve lost count of how many times his lab accidents have woken you up at 3am and now your room is about to go up in a cloud of smoke.

“Thank God,” you mumble to yourself as you get outside. Glancing around you see Clint, Steve, and Bucky all doubled over on the lawn.

“You guys good?” Clint calls over.

“Yeah, you? Where’s everyone else?” you get nervous seeing less than half of the residents outside.

“Peter’s at home. Wanda, Sam, and Thor are on a mission. Banner’s still out of town, right?” Steve lists off and your blood runs cold.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s not with you guys?” Bucky asks and you turn to Tony who shakes his head.

“No, I just grabbed the kid and got out. I figured those with military grade training could look out for each other!” Tony yells and you run through your moms schedule. You can hear them arguing about whose responsibility it was to look for her as you realize it’s Wednesday. It’s laundry day meaning she was here, and it’s the afternoon so she’s probably folding it in her room. God, you were ten feet from her and you didn’t notice.

“She’s in her room.”

“Tony suit up and get her!” Clint yells, he sounds almost as desperate as you feel.

“My suit is in the lab, send one of the super soldiers in!” Tony screams back. You can feel the heat from the fire and you don’t even want to think about what it’s like inside the building right now.

“We don’t have time for this! I’ll go,” you step forward but Bucky grabs your arm.

“We’re not letting you go in there. You’ll die!” He yells and you rip your arm out of his grasp.

“If I don’t my mom dies!” With that you take off, at a normal speed at first, but quickly speeding up until you’re a blur. You stumble a few times, running into walls and fallen support beams scattered through the walkway. You haven’t quite got the hang of this yet. Every time you hit something you can feel your clothes start to burn and char, the heat making it all the way down to your skin. You ignore the pain and keep running, you need to get to your mom. After a few more mishaps and no more than three seconds you’ve made it to your moms bedroom. When you look around you see her coughing and trying to pull a fallen dresser off her leg, but she can’t quite get the leverage. Her eyes widen when she sees you.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells, desperate to keep you safe.

“I’m here to help, push on three,” you tell her, grabbing the dresser and counting down. After struggling for a few seconds you get it off of her. “Is your leg okay?”

“I’m fine, you need to go. I’ll catch up, just run,” she tells you as you help her up but you’re not leaving her.

“This is gonna be really weird, I’ll explain it later. I’m gonna pick you up,” you wrap her arm around your shoulder and reach down to lift her.

“What’s going on. What are you-” you cut her off.

“Mom! Just trust me. And you might want to close your eyes.” you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before taking off. There’s so much adrenaline surging through you you barely feel like you’re trying. Despite the seeming lack of effort on your part you weave your way out of the building quickly, stumbling towards the assembled group and setting your mom down.

“What the hell just happened?” Tony is the first to break the silence and you cough a few times, trying to get in a breath that no longer wants to enter your lungs.

“Is-is everyone out?” you stutter out. Your vision is starting to tunnel and you're not sure why.

“Yes. Everyone is out. Now tell us what the hell is going on!” To anyone else your mom may sound mad, but you recognize that tone of voice. She’s worried. You want to reassure her but standing is getting harder by the second.

“I’m really fast,” is all you manage to get out before your knees buckle and your vision goes dark.

xxxxx

“You couldn’t have picked another part of the compound to destroy? Our med wing is a lot comfier,” you say as you’re opening your eyes, you can hear Tony whispering to someone so you know he’ll hear you.

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness,” he teases back and you smile, pushing yourself and surveying the room of worried gazes.

“By the looks on your faces I’m going to assume my secret’s out?” you ask and they all nod, varying degrees of annoyance, anger, and concern appearing as you try to lighten the mood. “Great. What’s the damage?”

“You have some burns that are healing way faster than they should. You were pretty malnourished. We think whatever your powers are make you require more food. How long have you known?” your mom asks and you look at your hands. She has her face set in an emotionless mask and even after all these years you can’t tell what that look means, and that worries you.

“A month or so,” you tell her and she sighs.

“What’s the first time you remember something happening?” Bruce’s voice is gentle, ever the calm one in the storm and you replay the memories of appearing in different places in your head, trying to remember the first one.

“Five weeks ago. I was late for school and running down the hall and it was like a glitch. I blinked and I was on the opposite end. I just brushed it off as being tired or something,” you explain with a shrug.

“When you crushed everyone in the mile, that was this? Coach has been trying to get us to explain your training routine for weeks. I guess we’ll have to tell him it won’t help,” Peter says and you chuckle.

“I don’t train. Especially after I found this. Running has had some...unfortunate consequences.”

“You mean besides you being in this hospital bed?” your mom asks cooly and you wince.

“I don’t think I’d call saving your life an unfortunate consequence but to each their own I guess. I kinda meant running into book shelves and seeing everything move in slow motion. It’s pretty disorienting,” you explain softly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda’s voice is gentle. She can feel the stress coming from you and she desperately wants to calm you down.

“How would I even start that conversation? ‘Hey guys remember that random rescue mission where you picked up a civilian? Turns out it wasn’t a civilian. Please don’t arrest me. I swear I’m not trying to infiltrate the top secret government organization you all work for, I was just created in a lab by your enemy whose sole purpose is to destroy you by any means necessary. Haha so fun, anyway what’s for dinner?’ That didn’t seem too appealing.”

“What did you think we were gonna do? We know you y/n,” Steve says and your head snaps up.

“No you don’t! None of us know anything about me anymore! What we do know is what hydra is capable of! Who knows what kind of shit they did. For all I know I have a fail safe set up in my brain to make me do their bidding at the drop of a hat! They’re your greatest enemy, and I’m just some kid you found in an alley. There’s really only one choice here,” you start off yelling but by the end your voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re right. There is only one choice,” your mom speaks up for the first time in a while and you feel tears collecting in your eyes. “We start running tests. We see what they did to you and we find out if we can reverse it. We find out if you even want to reverse it and then we go from there. Either way you’re not alone. We’ve got you, no matter what.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth you’re throwing yourself into her arms and holding on for dear life. It feels like the weight of the world has just been lifted off of your shoulders and for the first time in weeks you can finally breathe.

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[ghoulciifer]

hihi, i’m glad i found you! your writing is hella cute! 🥺💞 hcs for class 1a having an english exchange student and how bakugou reacts to his usually well-mannered and laid back crush having a bad day and completely flying off the handle? like she just starts swearing like a sailor using some very british insults? she might even offer to teach bakugou english swears after she calms down a little 🥴 i’ve just been feeling that bakugou energy recently and i’m this close to committing arson 🤏😌✨

hc: Bakugou reacts to his crush, who was class 1-A’s english exchange student back in the day, blowing a fuse.

tw: swearing

tags: british!reader, fluff, reader is fed UP

notes: hi anon, thank you so much!! it makes me happy to hear that you enjoy my content 😭 this request was super cute but unfortunately i don’t write bnha characters in school settings, even if it’s sfw, just to avoid unnecessary backlash. so i hope you don’t mind me switching the setting a bit. also pls keep in mind that i am VERY american and had to do some research for this so i’m terribly sorry if i got anything wrong lol but i hope you enjoy, regardless! ty for the request, and my inbox is still open ❥

» being class 1-A’s foreign exchange student had a lot of perks when you first joined UA, tbh

» literally EVERYONE wanted to be your friend and know what it was like where you were from, plus everyone thought the way you spoke japanese was adorable bc your accent would slip every now and then

» it might’ve been a little overwhelming at first but you can’t help but be glad things happened the way they did, because these guys stuck with you well past graduation and were part of the reason why you decided to stay in japan

» they were the best group of friends you could ask for and they can definitely say the same thing about your sweet self

» ESPECIALLY one particular hot-head, mr. king explosion murder himself

» he’s been clinging to your side ever since your 2nd year at UA (because he was too busy sweating bullets over how cute you were during the 1st to approach you)

» but now neither of you can imagine life without the other, you’re a key member to the bakusquad bc your soft personality really helps tone down their chaotic nature

» also bc bakugou is madly in love with you but you don’t know that yet literally everyone in the bakusquad knows but you LOL

» you’re just so sweet!! you’re the nicest, most kind person he’s ever met (whole squad thinks that way too)

» so it’s no surprise that everyone is FLOORED when you start spitting insults and throwing a fit in a language they can’t fully understand

» today was just not your day. you dealt with a particularly annoying villain that morning, forgot your lunch at home and didn’t have time to go get something to eat, and by the time you actually had a second to breathe you were greeted with a mountain of paperwork on your desk

» needless to say, you were stressed and not having a good time

» paperwork ended up taking the entire rest of your evening and by the time you finished you almost forgot you had to meet with the bakusquad for dinner at mina’s

» you almost considered cancelling, the idea of slamming your face into your pillow and passing out for the next 5 years sounded much more inticing

» but you sucked it up and went out anyway - maybe your friends could help pull you out of your funk

» mina greeted you excitedly when you got to her apartment before ushering you inside where kaminari, sero, kirishima and bakugou were already waiting

» you might’ve been trying to look happy but they could definitely tell something was wrong - they all knew you too well

» everyone gave their own special “hello” as you walked in but, bakugou being the emotionally stunted asshole he is, did the only thing he knows how to do when you come around

» insult you to show his affection

» “It’s about fuckin’ time, Y/N, we’ve all been starving waiting on you.”

» oh boy

» your face IMMEDIATELY dropped and your body was practically vibrating with how tense you were, brows furrowing as your eyes zoned in on the blonde lazily stretched out across mina’s couch

» he knew he fucked up when you took a slow inhale before biting right back at him

» “You must be so incredibly daft to think that my time caters to a bloody prick like you, Katsuki!”

» but you didn’t stop there: the blood boiling in your veins made all the thoughts you’ve been suppressing spill out of your mouth, while everyone just stares at you wide eyed and jaws dropped

» your accent was thick and they could hardly understand what you were saying as you slipped back and forth between your own british slang and japanese

» eventually you calmed down and caught your breath before you registered everyone’s shocked expressions, bakugou’s being the most expressive bc he was on the receiving end of your little show

» your eyes went wide and you frantically apologized to him (and everyone else), explaining the day you’ve had and how you just couldn’t hold it in anymore

» kaminari was the first to break the silence that followed

» “Wow, of all the years I’ve know you, Y/N, I’ve never heard you talk like that... GOOD JOB!!!”

» him and sero begin laughing and patting you on the back, sending mina into a fit of laughter while kirishima tries poking a red-faced bakugou to see if he’s still alive

» eventually he nods but he cannot take his eyes off of you, for the first time since knowing you he’s seen your angry side... and he fuckin’ loves it

» he accepts your apology after you break away from the two idiots congratulating you and says it’s no big deal (wants to tell you he thought it was kinda hot but definitely kept that to himself)

» now that you’ve gotten everything off your chest, you’re free to enjoy the rest of the night with your friends - eating, drinking, making jokes about how you’re kinda scary when you’re angry

» bakugou pulls you aside at one point while everyone else is busy debating on who would win in an arm wrestling competition to ask you if you’re okay privately

» you’re embarrassed but you assure him you’re fine, today was just an off day, and you shouldn’t have taken it out on him

» he laughs and gives that dumb little smirk that makes your heart go doki doki before nudging you with his elbow

» “Relax, dumbass, it was entertaining... You should teach me some of those words you used, sometime.”

» and so you shall 😌

[spideyyroos]

are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 3

pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader

summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you)

word count: 2511

requested: yes!

warnings: language, slight angst, stab wound

a/n: GUESS WHOSE BACK BACK BACK BACK AGAIN!!! hey guys! sorry i’ve been mia recently, school has really been piling up on me and i pushed off this part for so long! tbh i think this is gonna be slightly slow burn?? i don’t want to rush anything oof. hope you guys like it :)) 

THE NEXT DAY

As both Peter and Y/N made their way to school, they communicated to one another on how they should act and when they should tell their individual friends about the whole soulmate ordeal. For the time being, they decided to still hate each other at school--which, technically, they still hadn’t been too fond of each other ever since the previous day. Y/N, being the more stubborn of the two, couldn’t push aside the decade-long rivalry between her and Peter. She was still in denial that he was her soulmate, the one who she would spend the rest of her life with. 

Chewing on her lip, Y/N thought about her future with Peter in it. She always knew that he would stick around in her life but never where. After the almost-kiss that they shared last night, she muted her thoughts from him, not wanting to distract while fighting crime. As she did so, she wondered why she cared about the well-being of the boy, not just in academics.

-at Midtown-

As Peter and Y/N made their way to their first period, they cautiously stood at different places from one another when passing through the hallway. Thankfully enough, Ned found Peter and they weaved their way into their history class. Y/N found herself in the class moments after, taking a seat in the back corner to ensure that she could take a nap for the period.

Y/N had always prepared ahead of time for the classes she decided to take naps in. Her phone was programmed to pick up what the teacher was saying during the lecture; later, Y/N would listen and add extra information to her notes (a/n: i suggest this highly; it works super well! :)).

When the lecture started, Y/N was out like a light. She got plenty of sleep the night before, but still preferred to be asleep. Peter, who sat across the room, tried to focus on his notes, but felt the strong urge to stare at her. Similar to Y/N, Peter felt hesitant to feel affections toward his usual enemy. Ever since yesterday, he cringed at how the two treated each other. 

Needless to say, these circumstances were more than overwhelming.

-lunch-

After their fifth period Spanish class, Y/N and Peter walked side by side in the hallway. Before they knew it, Flash called out at Peter.

“Hey Penis Parker! What are you doing, flying out of your league?” 

“And what would you know, Flash? Last time I checked, your homecoming date left you in the dust to go and grind with some other egotistical prick.”

Flash’s jaw dropped at Y/N’s words and Peter covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. Y/N turned around to face Flash, deadpan--clearly unamused by his ever so endearing nickname for Peter. Then, as if in some world-turning moment, she realized that she had just defended her rival.

Nobody knew that they were soulmates just yet.

She couldn’t let that happen--not now at least.

However, before she could make an excuse for standing up for Peter, Flash suddenly changed his target of ridicule.

“Aw, I’m sorry babe. Do you have a personal score to settle with Lindsey? Or, better yet, come over tonight and we can,” Flash continued to advance towards her and corner Y/N onto a locker, “make up for lost time.” Flash was face-to-face with Y/N, expelling his hot breath over her face. Although Flash was yet another person who knew how to make Y/N’s skin crawl, she decided to swallow the vomit coming up her throat and let herself be “enchanted” with the king of douches.

“Umm...you sure have a way with words, handsome,” Y/N’s mind was screaming at her to kick him in the nuts, but her pride didn’t allow her to let up and run to her only safe space--Peter. She feigned a gleaming smile, letting it hit her eyes. Flash only smirked at his supposed “power” over women, though it repulsed anything that walked--no, breathed--on this very earth. Y/N continued to keep this act up by biting her lip and forcing herself to eye his lips, misshapen and topped with peach fuzz for a mustache. It sent her back to last night with Peter, and she mentally sunk into thoughts of the blessed day when she’d put her guard down and allow herself to love him--woah, wait...what the fuck?

Just as she was about to dwell on her absurd thought, she felt the disgustingly warm body heat in front of her being ripped away and an angry Peter now in front of her. His back was facing her and he held his death grip on Flash, who now looked scared as all hell, was panting from the sudden movement and wide-eyed.

“How about we don’t do that?” Peter threatened, gritting his teeth and shooting daggers at Flash. Y/N walked directly behind Peter and performed the trick as old as time: playing with the angry boy’s hair to calm him down. As she laced her fingers through his wavy hair, Peter fell victim to the affection. He let go of Flash, freeing him to run away from the previously seething Peter--not sparing to look back at the nerd who once could never have the heart to kill a fly. 

Y/N grabbed onto Peter’s shoulder and turned him around, hand still interlocked within his curls. Peter’s expression showed pure relaxation, contradicting the near-death that he could have caused. They looked into each other’s eyes, once again letting the rest of the world slip away. Thank God that everyone else had cleared the hallway and went their own ways to the cafeteria. The young Stark filed her hand through his exceptionally soft hair--what conditioner do you use? They chuckled, knowing that only these two could see into her comedic genius. Peter’s eyes wandered her face, taking in her features and mentally noting small details that he would’ve never noticed beforehand. He suddenly cupped her face with his hands and went to lean in, only for Y/N to abruptly rip her contact from him.

“Peter--”

“I’m sorry--”

“Can we just give...give whatever this is--a moment to breathe? Jesus, it’s been a day and now I have to make sure that no one ever hits on me because God forbid Spider-Man’s soulma--” Peter’s hand clamped over Y/N’s mouth, eyes wide and desperate for her to shut up.

“I’m sorry, ok? Now will you stop talking before someone hears?” Y/N shoved his hand off her mouth and made a beeline towards the exit, not dealing with anymore of this bullshit.

Y/N, frustrated and fed up, went home to the complex--this, and she swears by it, was by far the worst week of her life. She wished that she wasn’t so difficult, that she could have been dealt a different soulmate, that she could start over, that she could be anywhere else but here. She made an effort to ignore his thoughts and mute her own. She didn’t want to be burned again. She has always pined after the well-deserved love and freely gave her heart to the people who gave her half-assed compliments--believing that each time would be different. Yet time and time again she would be let down, until she had enough. She sealed her walls with super-glue and rejected any form of genuine interest in her well-being. 

-at Avengers complex-

4:56

Peter tried to busy himself with expanding his patrol area, patrol hours, and homework--anything to avoid facing the obvious. He may as well be dead to her, right?

God, no! Don’t ever say that. Just--give me time, alright? This is just...a lot.

Look--we’re adjusting right now. Us even talking is already some sort of sign that we can try to get along. I know you’d prefer to stay at the very least 6 feet apart but--fuck, I’ll be honest--ever since we…connected I’ve been able to see you in a different light--

--pretty sure that’s called being horny--

--will you just...you know what? No. You don’t get to find out what I was going to say. Are you happy now?

Y/N didn’t respond. She just laid on her bed, aggressively staring at her window, hoping that he just might swing by.

It wasn’t long until she felt a searingly white hot pain on her left side. She screamed out in her room, trying to haphazardly relieve some of this unbearable punishment of having a superhero as a soulmate. Tears blurred her vision and she clutched her side, unable to move in fear that she would break her entire body. With as much effort she could put out, she reached for her suit tracking device--jesus christ, what the fuck happened to him?

Y/N saw the spider icon deep in the streets of Queens, at one of the many Mom and Pop restaurants. She saw an update on the suit condition:

OPENING ON LEFT SIDE - COULD BE KNIFE WOUND?

Peter, are you okay? Please get out of there as soon as you can! I’ll call the police right now--OW!

Y/N received a crisp punch to her right cheek, wincing and letting the new tears fall over her face. She tried to stay strong, despite everything hurting so much. She pressed “NOTIFY POLICE” on the device and curled into a ball, hoping the pain would stop soon. Just as she thought it was over, a square kick to the stomach almost caused an upheaval of her last meal. Stars taking over her vision, she fell unconscious onto her bedroom floor.

-meanwhile-

Peter has had his fair share of difficult and strong criminals, but damn! This group was one for the books. Not considering the soulmate tie between himself and Y/N, he fought the band of robbers and took each hit as a grain of salt.

Peter, are you okay? Please get out of there as soon as you can! I’ll call the police right now--OW!

“Oh shit--” Peter mumbled, allowing himself to get punched in the face by the one of the last men standing. Easily knocking him out with his special “pow, pow, POW” combo, as Peter liked to call it.

Unfortunately, before he could safely escape the scene, with the criminals webbed up against the wall, the final “stupidhead” (once again, as Peter liked to call it) attacked him with a swift kick to the stomach.

Shit.

Peter heard the sirens nearly a block away, so he opted to avoid any more conflict by webbing the kicker against the ceiling of the restaurant--stealing away into the city and on the way to the complex.

He remembered the backpack that was so secretly plastered next to the window of Y/N’s bedroom and was quick to change into his street clothes. Practically breaking into her bedroom, Peter was instantly at Y/N’s unconscious side--did her body show where he got hurt also?

Unsure if he was throwing away all of Aunt May’s well-taught respect and manners of “don’t put your hands on a girl unless she says you can and she wants you to,” Peter lifted her shirt to check if she was stabbed as well. Fortunately, either soulmate can have the sensation of pain--not the actual injury itself.

Y/N woke with a start, breaking her eyelids open to see Peter lifting her shirt to check the left side.

“What are you doing?” Y/N flinched away, tearing the material out of his hands.

“I’m sorry--I was checking if you were okay--”

“--people don’t check under other people’s shirts--wait. Am I stabbed?” Y/N went to check herself, only to double take at Peter’s blood stain growing larger by the second.

“Oh my god--stay right there, ok? I’ll go get a first aid kit--holy shit…”

Peter chuckled at her antics, but winced as he realized that...I got stabbed and it’s an open wound and now I’m laughing and oh my god--

“Ok, holyshitok--lay on my bed, please. Lay on your side, with the wound facing me. Also, please take off your shirt,” Y/N took a deep breath, preparing the sutures to properly address the injury. She concentrated, despite her hands shaking horribly. 

“This is going to feel even worse than when I start to sew but you can grab onto something if you need,” Y/N softly spoke, ready to clean, with alcohol, around where the knife had tore into his flesh. Peter nodded, unsure what he could grab onto without breaking her concentration. He opted for her bedsheets, which were slightly wrinkled and smelled like the expensive detergent that often surrounds Y/N--what? Why am I--

Y/N hummed in content and smiled to herself as she finished disinfecting and started to sew. Although Peter was used to his clumsy hands dangerously stitching together his deeper injuries, Y/N’s precision and patience to ensure the least amount of pain almost...put him at peace. She would glance over at him to reassure herself that he wasn’t passed out--though that would make the situation far less intimidating. Here he was, Peter Benjamin Parker, shirtless and occasionally bleeding (though it was far less than before), on Y/N M/N Stark’s bed. When she wasn’t looking at him, Peter would steal glances at the young Stark, appreciating her calm nature in such a scenario like this. On the other hand, when he wasn’t staring at her, Y/N would give a side eye to Peter--who was focusing on the small design on the bedsheets. He recognized the R2-D2 and C-3PO duo that continued across the dimensions of the mattress, tracing the dark outline of each character.

“Ok, I’m almost done. I just need to apply the gauze and the skin adhesive,” Y/N stated, quickly exiting the room to go fetch the proper dressings.

When she came back, Peter was still in the same position--but with stilled breathing and relaxed muscles.

Oh my God, he’s asleep. At least the hard part’s over--I think.

Y/N finished the full treatment for the wounds, briefly waking Peter up to tell him to get changed into some loungewear. He barely obliged, grumpy from having been woken up from his short nap. He pouted like a toddler, wanting to return to the “comfy bed with the nice blankets.” Y/N did her best to not laugh, admiring the adorable nature that came with him. He returned to the bed and Y/N made sure that he was comfortable enough without laying directly on top the wounds. She tried her best to be a better person and reluctantly played with his hair, hearing a small “thank you” in response. Peter fell asleep immediately, exhausted from a mentally and emotionally gruelling day.

Y/N watched as he finally relaxed into his sleep, thankful that she could at least help the superhero everyone loved.

Someday, I will love him. Just not now--not yet. I can’t let you in just yet.

taglist: @mega-bi @lordofblamo @sadstrudel @ispiderdudei @everythingsship @learning-howto-be-myselfx3 @annathesillyfriend @mybitchborky @randxmthxughts @dear-selena

[redstarwriting]

Just Call Clint

Avengers x Sick!Reader

Request(s): “Sorry to annoy you, but could you write one where the reader is sick? Thank you!” & “Hello! Could I request a platonic fic where reader is sick and the Avengers are freaking out? Thank you!"

Word Count: 1,294

Genre: Comedy, all platonic

Warnings: Sickness, the flu, throwing up, some swear words, Avengers banter, BIG confusion

A/N: I feel like this gif perfectly captures the amount of “IDK WHAT I’m DOING” for both parties in this lol. Also you’re never going to annoy me with a request Anon! I like writing what other people want so don’t ever thing you’re annoying me! Also these two requests were super similar, so I just combined them. If you’d want me to do the reader is sick romantically then I’ll do that for sure! Also, sorry I’m getting all these out so slow, I’ve just been busy with my art stuff. I got a commission and it’s gonna be super tedious, so that’s why I’ve been MIA for the past like week? I don’t know I’m just really sorry lol. I’ll get more requests out as soon as I can! I hope you enjoy this confused Avengers imagine hehe!

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“So, this is what dying feels like,” you mumble, rolling over to grab a tissue from your bedside table. You were lying in your bed, tissues literally everywhere, cocooned in your comforter and two other blankets. You thought it was strange that it was so cold in the compound last night, but now you just know it’s because you’re infected with something. You think it’s just a cold at first, because your nose is runny, and your throat feels scratchy and you have this vague headache that gets increasingly worse every time you cough or sneeze. You’ve been in bed ever since you woke up about three hours ago, and at this point it was unusual for the other Avengers to not see you out and about, eating breakfast and constantly tormenting them. They figured you just stayed up too late training or something like that, but they’re sadly mistaken.

You decide it’s about time you get up and go make yourself some tea or coffee to try and soothe your dying throat, but the moment you stand up, you instantly get hit with nausea. You literally sprint to the bathroom, unintentionally pushing Peter out of your way to get there. You luckily get there in time, but unluckily, Peter yelled, causing Tony to run to where he was, where he proceeded to hear you rejecting any and all food you had previously consumed. Now you know this isn’t a cold, but it is instead the flu. Wonderful. Tony gingerly makes his way to the bathroom, peeking in to see you hunched over, too weak to even stand up. “You’re sick.”

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” “Still sassy I see.”

“Learned from the be–“

Before you finish your sentence, you’re back to the worst part of any sickness. Tony looks at Peter, who made his way over to where the two of you were, mouthing “What do we do?” Peter only shrugs, and Tony looks at you then at Peter with a panicked expression. “Is the over glorified wizard here? He’s a doctor, right?”

“Yeah, he’s visiting because Thor and Loki came here, and he wants to make sure Loki isn’t planning to overthrow our planet… again.”

“Great! Let’s go get him,” Tony says, basically sprinting out to the common area where everyone was. “Hey, Wizard Boy–“

“I’m not a wizard–“

“Yeah, you are but more importantly, (Y/N) is throwing up in the bathroom and we need a doctor.”

“I was a brain surgeon, Stark. I don’t know how to deal with someone throwing up.” Tony stares at him for a minute before saying, “You went to medical school, how do you not know how to deal with someone sick?”

“Again, I was a surgeon.”

“What’s all this about Lady (Y/N)?” Thor butts in, a grin on his face. “Well, (Y/N)’s throwing up and apparently no one here knows what to do,” Peter says, and Thor points at Strange. “What about Doctor uhhhh… Abnormal…?’

“Strange!” Stephen practically yells. “Ah, yes. Strange. I’ll try to remember that. Strange.”

“Has she been poisoned, by chance?” Loki asks, looking a little too happy about that scenario. “Loki, did you poison Lady (Y/N)?!” his brother asks in disbelief. “No! I just wanted to know if her symptoms match someone who has been poisoned!”

“Brother, I told you multiple times the only one you should be poisoning is me! And even I do not like it!”

“Listen, Thor, I didn’t poison-”

“Okay, seriously, you guys. How can we help her?” Tony says, interrupting the quarreling brothers. “Did she eat something bad last night?” Natasha suggests, joining the conversation. “She didn’t eat last night. She said she wasn’t hungry,” Steve reminds Nat. “Well now we know why,” Tony says. They all stare at each other, waiting for someone to suggest something, when you slowly walk into the room. They all look over at you, and you wave at them weakly. “Hi guys, I’m gonna go to the-”

“No, you are not leaving. You’re too sick to leave,” Tony says. “But I-”

“I would have to agree with Stark, Lady (Y/N). You look like an enemy I have killed on the battlefield,” Thor says, and Nat hits him, and Thor immediately knows what he did wrong upon seeing her face. “I mean, one of the prettier ones of course! Not the ones that are all cut up and disgusting looking! You’d be the most attractive dead body.”

“Thank you...?” you mumble, then go into a coughing fit. You immediately sit down, even though there are no chairs where you are, so you literally just plop down onto the floor. They all look at you, and you’re now shivering on the floor. Steve grabs a blanket from the couch and takes it over to you, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Thank you, Steve” you say, sniffing and pulling it tighter around you. At this point, Bucky and Sam also enter the space, the two in a heated argument about... something. However, you’re too tired and your head hurts too much to even ask what they’re even talking about. “Look, I’m not saying you’re stupid for thinking that, but you’re an idiot, Wilson.”

“Listen Barnes, I’m not going to stand for this slander, okay? I literally saw your tears last ni– hey (Y/N), why are you shivering on the floor?”

“She’s sick,” Steve informs them. Bucky and Sam look at you and then the rest of the Avengers. “So why the hell is she on the floor and not at the doctor?” Sam asks. “Wait, you’re a doctor, right?” Bucky asks Stephen who then sighs again. “Like I said countless of times before this. I was a surgeon. I can’t prescribe her any medicine or anything like that, just take her to a physician.”

“What physician?!”

“Any physician! There are so many in this city just take her to one before her condition gets worse!” “We are in New York Strange, there’s physicians everywhere! How am I supposed to know who the good ones are?!”

“Hey,” you mumble, but it’s really quiet and no one can hear you, so you try again. And again. Until you just had enough of Tony and Stephen hurling insults at each other. “HEY!”

They stop talking, and everyone looks over at you. “I just need rest.”

“You need medicine,” Stephen says, and you glare at him. “WHAT MEDICINE DO I HAVE HARRY POTTER? I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!”

They all exchange glances with each other before looking back at you. “Okay… well we’ll call and get you some medicine but what can we do to make you more comfortable?” Tony asks and you groan, slowly standing. “Just let me sleep in peace. Please.”

You start walking back to your room, eager to lay down and go to sleep. “Are you sure we can’t get you anything to eat or-”

You turn around pretty fast, and it makes you a little nauseous, but you hold on. “Clint has three kids.”

“Yeah-”

“If you have any questions, just ask him. Or even better, call him and tell him to get his ass over here because apparently out of all you geniuses, none of you know how sickness works even though it is literally not remotely hard! Jesus have any of you ever had the flu?! Ugh, never mind, my head is killing me and if I keep standing, I’m going to pass out so, please! Just. Call. Clint!” You shuffle your way back to your room, closing the door and burrowing yourself under the covers, immediately falling asleep. When you wake up a few hours later, there’s a tray with just soup broth and hot tea sitting on your bedside table. You grin. They called Clint.

[sorenmarie87]

Everything Hurts

Summary:  The first shift always hurts like a bitch.  Sam doesn’t have to go through it alone though.  

Pairing/Characters: No Pairings.  Teenchesters with some John Winchester at the end.

Square Filled: Animal Forms (A/B/O) + Huddling for Warmth (fluff)

Word Count:  1,318

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Shifting into a wolf for the first time, naked boys (nothing really described)  Sam and Dean can talk to each other in wolf form (those are italicized)

A/N:  Written for @spnabobingo​​​ and @spnfluffbingo​​​.  Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers.

This was also a request for @fictionalabyss​​​ in the Den of Sleaze motivational challenge we have on Discord.  

He had been feeling off all morning and it's after lunch when Dean decides to cut out and head toward the hotel.  He knows that Sam can make it back on his own, but once Dean steps out of the Impala, he scents the air.  A cacophony of scents hit him but when he catches Sam's scent, it calms him down.  That’s when it hits Dean.  Why isn't Sam in school?  He pulls the key out of his pocket, and hurries to unlock the door.  

“Sammy?”  He steps into the room and notices that Sam is curled up into the fetal position on his bed.  

“Dad?”  There’s a slight difference between John and Dean, and Sam lowers his head dejectedly when he realizes that it’s just Dean.  

“No Sammy, it’s just me.”  He takes a seat on the edge of Sam’s bed and scrubs his face with his hands.  “You sick?”

“I don’t know.  Everything hurts.  My bones hurt.”

It should’ve been obvious to Dean what was going on.  He was Sam’s age when he first shifted, and it was a major change.  John nearly shit himself when he came back from a hunt and a sandy brown wolf was protectively wrapped around Sam.  

“I know I’ve told you to always look after Sammy but you can ease up a bit boy.”  

“You need to just let it happen Sammy.  Don’t fight it.  Sure, the first time might hurt like a bitch but it gets easier.  You need to picture your wolf and let it happen.”

“I can’t.”  

“You can.”  Dean leaned across the bed and brushed a sweaty strand of hair back from Sam’s forehead.  “You aren’t alone here.  I’ll be with you every step of the way.”  

“Dean…”  Sam lurched forward in pain and the only sound Dean could hear was bones breaking only to reform a few seconds later.  

“Stop fighting it Sammy.”  He watched as Sam’s eyes flashed from hazel to golden and when his hands shifted into claws, Dean gave Sam a half smile.  “There’s a reason dad picked this hotel to stay at.  Look outside Sammy, can’t you hear the woods calling to you?”

Sam growls in response and Dean winces when he hears another bone break.  “Yeah, they’re calling to me too.  C’mon Sammy, let’s run, just you and me.  No dad, just us and the sky above.”  

Knowing that Sam was close to finishing his shift, Dean started removing his clothes and tossing them in front of the bed.  He heard a snort come from the other side of the room, and he laughed.  “Trust me Sammy, it’s easier to do it this way.  We’ll have to replace your clothes but keep that in mind for next time, okay?”  

Dean rolled his back in anticipation but when he felt a cold nose on his upper thigh, he paused.  Sam whined, looked down at the ground and then up at his older brother.  "You can do it Sammy."  He watched with a proud smile on his face as Sam jumped down onto the floor.  "Explore the room, I know you want to."

Sammy, don't you dare.  

I wasn't going to do it. Dean snorted and looked over at Sam, who was standing over Dean's discarded pile of clothes with his leg raised.  Okay, maybe I was but you're taking forever.  

Well maybe if you’d let me have a moment of peace, I could shift and then we could get out of here.

Dean, how are we even going to get out of the room?  

If dogs are smart enough to open and close doors, what makes you think I can’t do the same?  Now, can I finally change…?  

Shifting at this point in his life was easy.  Dean just had to picture his wolf and soon he was standing on four legs, his ears perked up when he heard Sam whine by the door.

Dean?  C’mon, let’s go!  Dean barked out a laugh, and made his way towards the hotel door.  He stood on his hind legs and wrapped his paws around the door knob.  Dean brought them down, and stepped back with the door as it opened.  

Sam was out the door as soon as fresh air hit his nostrils

Sammy, wait damn it.  Dean couldn't believe how fast Sam was running already.  Instead of closing the door like he wanted, Dean took off running after Sam.  He could’ve easily caught up with the younger pup but as long as he could keep an eye on him, Dean was fine with Sam running ahead.  Per his father’s orders, he was always watching out for Sam.  

He lowered his head and sniffed the ground, Dean watched as Sam cautiously approached a family of rabbits.  They poked their heads up and stared Sam down until he took a few steps forward.  Sam whimpered in disappointment as they darted off into the woods.  I wasn’t going to eat you, come back.

Sammy, you’re a predator to them.  Sam didn’t have to look at his brother to know that he was amused by the whole situation.  C'mon, I think I heard some foxes yipping in the distance.

It's fine Dean.  

Come on pup, let's go then.  I think there's a river up ahead.  We can splash and frolic until you're content.

He appreciated what his brother was trying to do.  I'll go but only if you promise to never say the words splash and frolic again.

Deal.  

Dean had lost track of how long they had been running but once they hit a clearing, his pace slowed.  There was no way the two of them could outrun this sudden downpour, so Dean insisted that they find someplace to hunker down for the night.  Sam grumbled, of course but there was no beating Mother Nature.

I know it’s not a cave but what about that hollowed out tree over there?  Looks safe.   Sam yawned and Dean cursed at himself.

That’s fine Sammy, go on.  Dean keeps watch as Sam sniffs around the area before doing the same inside of the tree.  Everything fine there?  

Whoever was occupying this tree is long gone by now, so we should be safe for the night.  Do you think the rain will let up anytime soon?  

Probably not.  

It was the little sounds of the forest that always calmed Dean down.  He had been keeping watch for a few hours now but when he felt himself drift off, he knew it was time to get some sleep.  He yawned and was going to curl up beside Sam in the limited space they had but what he wasn’t expecting to see asleep Sam in his human form.  Son of a bitch.  Sam shivered in his sleep so Dean cautiously stepped over him and wrapped his body around his younger brother.  In the middle of the night Sam inched closer and snuggled deeper into Dean’s side.  

It wasn’t the sunlight or Sam rabbit kicking Dean in the side repeatedly that woke him up, it was the familiar scent of their father.  

“I’m guessing there’s a reasonable explanation to why the hotel door was left wide open and you boys were nowhere to be found?”  Dean had unwrapped himself from Sam and he shifted back.  Dean yawned loudly and stretched before looking at his father.  

“Yes sir.”  

The paper bag crinkled in John’s hand as he handed it off to Sam.  He also placed a duffel bag with clothes for both of the boys in front of them.  “Eat, get dressed and then the two of you can explain what happened.”  John smiled sadly as Sam pulled a sandwich out of the bag, unwrapped it and devoured it in less than three bites.  “Easy Sam, you’ll give yourself a stomach ache.”

"sorry dad, 'm starving.”  John ruffled Sam’s hair with a chuckle as Sam rooted around the bag looking for another sandwich.  

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[joy1579]

yoosung reacting to someone forcing a kiss on MC

you remember when no one asked for this? yeah.  i wrote this like forever ago and i’m only now getting to post it. i’m still working on a request dealing with Zen saeyoung and an angry drunk mc so if your the one who requested that don’t worry i’m still working on it but between work and school and new acrylic nails that make it hard to type (because i’ve literally never had my nails done before this) its super slow going and i’m so sorry 

okay so again theres a trigger warning for sexual assault so do be careful reading this also if you know where the professors name comes from you are awesome. if you don’t, your probably still awesome!

You did not like Yoosung’s newest professor. Dr. Dolarhyde had a lecherous smirk and it always felt as though his eye’s followed you too closely. So when you found yourself waiting for Yoosung to finish a study group after his class you prayed that you wouldn’t cross Dr. Dolarhyde’s path. You were sat comfortably in the building’s lobby answering an Email from the newest RFA party guest when a shadow cut across your phone screen. turning to see who was standing so close you felt yourself frown at the sight of familiar deep set eyes. Yoosung’s professor was grinning down at you making you feel like an animal cornered by a hunter.

“MC right? your Yoosung’s roommate if I’m correct.” He drawled

“Fiancé, actually” you corrected curtly standing to face him head on, if for no other reason than to try and draw his dark eyes away from your chest. His eye’s roved up your figure as you did and you crossed your arms defensively over your chest. He was usually more subtle than this you mused and wondered if perhaps it was because before now Yoosung had always been beside you, protectively wrapping his arm around your shoulder or cheerfully holding your hand.

“perhaps you would accompany me to my office for a moment?” he asked breaking you from your reverie

“excuse me?!?” you exclaimed shocked by his boldness.

“so I may give you Yoosung’s latest papers, like I said its important he review the material if he wishes to do well on his final”

“I thought his grades were good.” you said tentatively “every paper I’ve seen so far has had a high score I’m sure he’ll be okay at least until the next class. If you could just give it to him then” you said taking a step back. You did not like the way he smirked at you in that moment as he stepped forwards effectively maintaining the distance between you that you had just tried to increase.

“I only thought his Fiancé, as you so readily corrected me, would want him to do well in his class. Don’t you know that your support is the only thing that is keeping his grades so high.” you stole a quick glance around the lobby hoping to see someone, anyone that could help you out of this situation only to realize you two where alone. You steeled yourself with a calming breath determined not to show just how uncomfortable you were.

“what are you suggesting? Yoosung earned his grades himself. He worked hard for them!”

“you’re a smart girl I’m sure you understand exactly what I mean” and in a flash his lips where pressed to the corner of your mouth as you turned your head only a fraction of a second too late. Your eye’s locked with Yoosung’s as he exited a room just down the hallway. His eye’s where empty and dulled of their normal cheerful shine. At the sight of his blank expression you found what was left of your courage and moved swiftly to kick Dr. Dolarhyde with all your strength before pushing him back and sprinting to the love of your life.

Once you reached Yoosung you knew something was very wrong. He was rigid, fists clenched at his side and trembling slightly. You hesitated only a moment before gently taking hold of his arm.

“Yoosung? I want to go home. please? I don’t want to be here anymore” Yoosung’s eyes never left dolarhyde as he nodded sharply wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders. He led you down the stairs to his car, hand maintaining a white knuckle grip on your shoulder. Yoosung was silent the entire ride home and you worried that he had misunderstood the situation and blamed you for his professors unwanted advances. Once home you rushed to shower and brush your teeth. Anything to be free of heavy weight of Yoosung’s silence and the dirty feeling of dolarhyde’s kiss.

When you stepped out Yoosung was nowhere to be seen. you tried calling him only to find he had left his phone behind with a note.

“I’m not angry with you, but I don’t like what happened today. I’m going to take care of it so you don’t have to worry about HIM ever again. I love you. so love only me. Forever. Okay? I’ll be home to hold you as soon as I finish what I have to do. Then tomorrow we’ll spend all day together having fun. I’ll make you breakfast and we’ll go on a picnic in the park. It’ll be perfect.”

[successfullyadhd]

im 31, and after over a decade of trying to figure out what is wrong with me, my therapist and I are finally thinking it’s ADHD. i’ve had a gut feeling about it for a while and every ADHD post is relatable. now the problem is finding an place that does adult assessments and is affordable (no insurance). do you have any tips on going through the assessment as an adult? and if i can’t afford it, and can’t get medication. how do i ever become the productive focused person i want to be? thanks.

Sorry in advance for the long post... I put the most relevant bits in bold for a TL;DR version.

 I know getting diagnosed as an adult can seem daunting, but you shouldn’t worry too much. While ADHD was once viewed as something that only affected children, it is now widely recognized as a lifelong disorder and you shouldn’t have to fear being dismissed because you weren’t diagnosed early in life. It’s extremely helpful that you have been seeing a therapist, and they also think you have ADHD. Ask them to send over their notes when you do go to the doctor.

As for how to get diagnosed - I’ll start by saying I hate the way American healthcare is set up, as medication and healthcare in general are expensive. I have to move frequently for me and my husband’s jobs (we both work in hospitality, and as the saying goes, “You have to move out to move up!”). Because most (all?) ADHD medications are a Schedule II drug (highly regulated but still legal), I have to get rediagnosed in every new state. I always bring my past history, but most doctors want to complete testing as they are monitored for prescribing stimulants and can lose their license if found to be providing this medication without ample documentation. (All of this to say - I have been through the procedure many times as an adult.) Depending on the state, some doctors also require bloodwork and an EKG to ensure you are healthy enough to receive the medication (although some will accept past test results if done recently enough.) Also depending on the state and doctor, they may have additional requirements. In Florida, my doctor wanted a multitude of tests, and asked for a sleep study to ensure the medication wasn’t causing poor sleep. In California, as part of the Kaiser HMO system, I was required to do periodic drug tests to ensure I wasn’t also using street drugs, and to check that the Adderall was in my system (as a test that I was using it as prescribed, and not selling it). Some states are much easier – Utah, Alabama and West Virginia all were able to diagnose me in one appointment and prescribed the medication same day. Last, a General Practitioner won’t typically prescribe it and will direct you to a psychiatrist. Even if you did have insurance, most don’t cover psychiatrists or if they do, it comes with a different deductible (because obviously mental health isn’t part of regular health (heavy sarcasm)). After diagnosing, you have to meet with the doctor once a month to get the prescription refilled – due to the Schedule II status, they can’t have it on an auto-refill like other medications and they need to ensure you aren’t abusing it or having negative side effects. (although the one good thing to come out of COVID is that it normalized tele-health appointments, since an in-person meeting with a doctor once a month can be difficult to schedule). Even though I have health insurance, I typically pay out of pocket $120 a month for my visit with the doctor, and after insurance and a coupon I pay $73 for two medications (Adderall & Vyvanse). I’m fortunate now to be able to afford that expense – at the times in my life where I couldn’t, I would request a 30 day supply of the more affordable pills and only take medication on days where I couldn’t function without it (such as doing large amounts of paperwork) and try to use learned behavior techniques the rest of the time, to stretch out my resources.

As far as what goes into the actual diagnosis – doctors most commonly use a questionnaire about your daily life to assess you. Here is a link to commonly-used questionnaires: https://www.additudemag.com/adhd-assessments-and-tests/.

I know I just made it seem very daunting to get diagnosed and on a medication, but I want to be honest with you about what the process looks like, and again, depending on where you live it can be done in one session. Now that is out of the way, let me give you some information that is more helpful:

If you can, skip asking a regular GP for a referral and make an appointment directly with a psychiatrist. This will save you the extra cost of the doctor’s appointment, just to be told someone else will help. Many places have low cost mental health centers and ADHD falls into that realm, so I would check out what is available in your city. Before making an appointment, confirm the following:

-          Do they diagnose ADHD?

-          Do they prescribe medication? (Therapists don’t prescribe, only psychiatrists, and some will not prescribe ADHD medication at all so it’s important to be clear that it is your intention to receive medication if diagnosed)

-          What tests do they require for diagnosing, and prescribing medication? (Some places may have more or less requirements, and it can even vary within a city or state. This way you will know if it’s something you can afford at the time.)

Talk with the doctor about your specific situation, and what medications are affordable without insurance. Adderall, for example, is past the 10 year exclusive patent and now has a generic version available. It comes in quick release and slow release, depending on your needs. You can also talk to the doctor about a prescription to both quick and slow release, so you take the correct medicine based on your needs for that day (marathon work day? Slow release that extends over the entire day. Afternoon project – quick release that lasts for four hours). Vyvanse is great but doesn’t have a generic version and is insanely expensive without insurance (to the tune of $350+). Use the GoodRX app to find deals on medication without insurance (Adderall is about $15 for a month supply with this app). There are a ton of drug options so look up the pricing during the doctor’s visit, so you can confirm that you can afford what they prescribe. Also keep in mind that getting a prescription filled is the same cost whether you get 1 pill or 30 (a fact I learned the hard way when getting a 10 pill prescription filled once.)

 If you read all that and thought, Thanks but no thanks, here are some other options:

-          My psychiatrist in Florida recommended that I take Rhodiola Rosea supplements in addition to medication, as it has clinically proven positive effects on ADHD symptom control. I found it on Amazon. Omega-3 fatty acid supplements are also proven effective.

-          If you’re interested in this sort of thing, here is a super comprehensive study of various dietary supplements and behavior modifications that work or don’t work for ADHD: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4968082/

-          Practicing meditation is a great way to relax your body (increased stress, while helpful for short-term tasks, can make ADHD symptoms worse long term) and train your mind to hold onto singular, important thoughts (people’s names, why you walked into the kitchen, etc). I use the Waking Up app and love it – there are also many free options in the App Store and on YouTube.

-          Regular exercise is another great way to manage ADHD symptoms, as it gives your body a natural serotonin and dopamine boost, two important chemicals your body has trouble producing and absorbing naturally.

-          Caffeine is a great, easily accessible stimulant that has a focusing and calming effect on ADHD individuals. My doctor actually asked my parents to give me coffee each morning before school when I was a child, before we moved onto prescriptions.

-          Often, there are other factors that go along with ADHD, such as anxiety and/or depression. Getting this under control can go a long way in managing ADHD as well. I’m not sure if you have any issues with those, but it can be helpful to treat both if you do. The medication Wellbutrin is used to treat depression and also has mild stimulants, which would be helpful for both conditions. It isn’t a Schedule II drug, so you can probably ask your doctor for a 3 or 6 month prescription.

-          There are a ton more mind hacks and learned behavioral mechanisms you can try – read some of my other posts for suggestions.

Of course, I have to give the legal disclaimer – all of this is based on my personal experience, I’m not licensed in the medical field in any way and only a doctor can give you proper advice for your body and situation, and what medications will be most helpful. 😊

[oliviastan17]

Stuck (1/?)

Warnings: Language, floofy fluff 

Length: 4.6k

A/n: There was so much in this dream that was so specific to me so I made it x ofc. My job, my best friend, my tattoo, my first kiss, etc. It starts off slow but keep reading because it does pick up. I’m a little nervous about this one, not gonna lie! Please reblog and leave comments because that makes me smile! DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! Gifs are not mine.Smut will come in later chapters (most likely next chapter)!

Remember this dancing for later in the story!

The elevator doors opened on the second floor to reveal a woman wearing navy blue scrubs with long dark brown hair and the greenest eyes Sebastian had ever seen. She gave him a quick smile as she stepped inside. After she saw the ground floor button was already pressed she leaned against the wall and opened the book she was carrying. She doesn’t have her eyes glued on her phone like most people do and he is immediately intrigued. His curiosity intensifies when he sees that he has also read the book in her hands.

The elevator is working fine until it jerks and suddenly comes to a stop. She stumbled back and he reached to place his hand on her back so she wouldn’t fall. She dropped her book to reach out and grab on to his arm out of instinct.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Um…yeah, thanks. We’re not moving anymore, are we?” she said still holding on to his arm.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he pushed a couple of buttons. None of them lit up and the doors stayed closed.

“Shit,” she whispered as she looked at her watch.

“Should I call for help?” he asked pointing to the phone in the elevator.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Sebastian pushed the elevator call button and someone from the hospital’s maintenance staff answered. They informed the two occupants that it could take anywhere from 1-3 hours to be rescued.

“I need to call my charge nurse,” Liv said more to herself than to Sebastian as she took her phone out of her pocket and dialed. “Hey Sam, it’s Liv. I’m stuck in the elevator and they said it could take 1-3 hours for me to get out…No, I’m not kidding…Yeah, I’ll keep you updated…Okay, bye.”

Liv took a deep breath and then sat down.

“Three hours? I really wish I would have brought my lunch today,” Liv said as she smiled and rubbed her stomach. “I’m gonna need you to distract me from my hunger."

"I can do that. I’m Sebastian," he said as he sat down against the opposite wall.

“Liv,” she said as he glanced at her ID badge with her name and RN proudly displayed.

 “So did you always want to be a nurse?”

 “Well, when I was a kid I wanted to be a marine biologist but that was going to be hard to do in Arizona you know, so I let go of that dream. Then in college I was just taking like normal pre req’s for pretty much anything and I saw a group of nursing students all hanging out in their scrubs and I thought, ‘Those look so comfortable. I could wear scrubs every day.’ And it turns out I love it so,” she said shrugging her shoulders.

“Wearing scrubs or being a nurse?”

“Both actually,” she said with a smile.

“They do look comfortable. What’s on your socks?”

She lifted her pant leg so he could read the whole quote which was ‘Carpe the fuck out of this diem.’

“Plain socks are just so boring,” she said eyeing his plain black ankle cut socks peaking out of his shoes.

“Yeah, well all my fun ones are in the laundry so…”

“Sure they are,” she said with a laugh and a smile.

"So you lived in Arizona? When did you move here?"

"I was 16. Are you from New York?"

"No, I was born in Romania, moved to Vienna for a little bit and then came here when I was 12."

“That’s so much more classy than Arizona,” she said with a laugh. “Do you still know Romanian or German?”

“Romanian yes, thanks to my mom.”

“Teach me something in Romanian.”

He thought for a moment and then said, “Zambetul tau este frumos.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your smile is beautiful.”

“Well, thank you but I was thinking more along the lines of something I could say daily,” she replied with a laugh.

“Just thought I’d put that out there,” he said smiling. “What do you want to know?”

“How do you say fuck?”

 “La dracu.”

“La dracu?”

He nodded his head yes.

“La dracu, la dracu, la dracu. I’m a strong believer you should know how to curse in more than one language. That way most people won’t know what you said.”

“They probably won’t. It’s not the most common language over here.”

"Do you miss Romania?”

“I don’t really remember what it was like to be honest. I was so young when we left, you know. I went back a few years ago for work and nothing looked familiar. ”

“I've never even been out of the US."

"If you could travel anywhere, where would you want to go?"

"Oh, I don’t know…Australia seems fun. Have you been there?"

"No, I have not. If we ever get out of here we should go," he suggested with a charming smile.

"Just let me know when you're free and I'll request time off.”

He jokingly pulled out his phone and started scrolling, then asked, “How is 2 weeks from today?”

“I need little bit more warning than 2 weeks,” she laughed. “What work sent you back to Romania?"

"I’m an actor and I was there for film festival," he said after taking a deep breath.

"Oh, wow! Been in anything I would have seen?"

"I don’t know. I really haven’t done that much. A few movies, a couple plays."

“Come on. If I looked you up, what would it say was your most successful role?”

“Probably Bucky from the Captain America movies,” he said while he rubbed the stubble on his chin.

“Why are you being so modest? That’s a big deal! Those movies are huge.”

 “Yeah, well…..I don’t know,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and brought his hand up to rub his right eyebrow.

"You know, I took my nephew to see Endgame but I had no idea what was going on. Like people were clapping and cheering and crying. I mean, it was like being at a football game with my family,” she laughed. “Were you in that one?"

He shook his head yes.

"Really?"

"And apparently my performance was memorable," he said as he dramatically wiped away an imaginary tear.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!” she said bringing her hands up to cover her mouth. “There was so much going on. I barely retained anything!"

"I'm just teasing you. I had a pretty small part. And a wig.”

"Oh, I feel bad now! I’m sure you were great!"

"No, really I'm just kidding. Don't feel bad," he said placing his hand on her outstretched leg for just a second.

"Did you always want to be an actor? Like when you were a kid and stuff?"

"No, I went through an astronaut phase for a while."

“Just a phase?”

“Well, I mean I still think it would be incredible. I think it would be so cool to be up there floating in space and looking down at the earth, you know? Explore places nobody has been before.”

“Serious question,” Liv said and then paused for dramatic effect. “Do you believe in aliens?”

“Absolutely. Do you?”

“100%.”

“There’s no way we are the only living beings in the whole universe, you know?”

“Oh I completely agree,” she said sitting up straighter. “Do you think we are the smartest ones out there or the dumbest ones?”

“Maybe somewhere in the middle. I mean, we’re definitely not the smartest because well, look at the president,” Sebastian said rolling his eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get political. That just came out.”

“You shouldn’t apologize for speaking the truth,” she said giving him a smile that stopped his breathing.

Liv’s phone started buzzing on the floor between them and he noticed the caller ID said Hubby.

“You are not going to believe where I am,” she said into the phone.

“You’re stuck in an elevator. They floated me over to cover for you. You okay?”

“Oh, yeah I’m just sitting here with my new friend Sebastian. Talking about aliens.”

 “Is he cute?”

“Actually, yeah,” Liv said darting her eyes to Sebastian. “And I think he can hear you because he is blushing now,” she said with a laugh.

“Take a picture and send it to me.”

“No, Alex I’m not going to take a picture.”

“Bitch, I said take a picture!”

“Goodbye Alex,” she said and then hung up the phone.

“Does your husband always call you a bitch?” Sebastian asked confused. “Sorry, I saw the caller ID.”

“He’s my gay/work husband and yes he does. Bitch is a term of endearment to him,” she explained while rolling her eyes.

“He’s a nurse too?”

“Yeah, we went to school together. You know what, he is actually a huge Marvel fan. Shit, I’m sorry but I am going to need a picture after all. I may not know who you are but I can guarantee you he does. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he said scooting over from the other side of the elevator so their backs were against the same wall. He would take any excuse to get closer to her.

“Okay, ready?” Liv asked shuffling closer and holding her phone up to take a selfie. They took 3 pictures total. One normal, one with funny faces, and one he snapped mid laugh after he picked up her phone when she dropped it. She had accidentally said, “Shit! I mean la dracula! No, wait that doesn’t sound right!”

The last one was his favorite. She had her eyes closed, head tilted slightly down and away from Sebastian with a huge smile while he looked at her with an adoring smile that crinkled his eyes. If someone saw that picture they would assume these two were a couple and hadn’t just met less than 30 minutes ago.

 “Here you go,” he asked as he handed the phone back to her.

“Thank you. I’ll send one to him when you are safely away. If I do it now my patients might get abandoned for the second time today.”

“Do you-“

He was cut off by the elevator making a very strange screeching noise followed by a loud bang.

“That’s not super comforting,” Sebastian said looking up at the now blinking lights.

“No, it’s not.”

“Let’s keep the distractions coming,” he suggested.

“Why are you at the hospital? Oh shit, that’s probably too personal. Skip that one. Um…”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just here visiting a friend. He’s going to be fine.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Hey, I’ve always wondered this. How do you take a blood pressure?”

“Well, you put the cuff on and push the button on the machine,” she answered smiling.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head to the side and smiled. “I meant what are you listening for with the thing?” he said referring to her stethoscope.

“I know, I’m just being a smartass,” she laughed. “You pump the cuff up and watch the gauge while you slowly deflate it. You listen for when you hear the heartbeat and that’s the top number and then the bottom number is when the heartbeat disappears.”

While Liv was talking, she made a few hand gestures and he noticed a tattoo on her right wrist.

“What’s that?”

She pulled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt to reveal an angel made up entirely of delicate swirly lines.

“You have any?” she asked him.

“No. I think I would have a hard time deciding what to get, you know. And didn’t it hurt?”

“It’s not that bad after a night of partying in Las Vegas. Barely felt a thing.”

“That’s another place I have never been to.”

“You’ve never been to Las Vegas? Okay, first we go to Australia, then next is Vegas.”

“Can we go to Japan after? Always wanted to go there too.”

“Oh, yeah! Of course!”

Sebastian wondered why his dates never were as much fun as being stuck in an elevator with her. He could listen to Liv talk endlessly no matter the subject. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to getting out of the elevator and was wondering if he was a bad person for secretly hoping it would take longer than 3 hours for help to arrive. He barely knew her but he was already hooked.

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“Okay, I have a question. I’ve seen all these interviews of actors like talking about how weird it is to film kissing or sex scenes. Is it really that weird or do you secretly enjoy it?”

He tilts his head back and laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t say I enjoy them but some are less awkward than others. I kind of compare it to a first kiss. I mean, it can be extremely awkward and uncomfortable and you never know if you are doing it right like the director wants.”

 “What was your first kiss like?”

“I’m pretty sure it was bad on my part,” he said with a laugh. “I was maybe 10 or 11. It happened with my neighbor on the way to school and she was a lot older than me.”

“You had game all the way back then? What happened?” Liv asked jokingly.

“I ask myself that all the time,” he said laughing. “What about your first?”

“I was 11 or 12 I think. My crush found a balled up piece of paper my friends and I were playing MASH on and he saw his name in the list of potential spouses. He walked right up to me and asked if I liked him and I said yes and then he kissed me.”

“What’s MASH?”

“You have never played MASH? Mansion, apartment, shack, house?”

“I’ve never even heard of that. What is it?”

“Oh my god, how have you gotten this far in life and never played MASH?” Liv asked as she reached in her pockets and pulled out some paper and her pen. “It’s totally stupid but we’re doing it.”

“It’s not like we don’t have time to kill.”

“Okay, so we need some categories. We need a spouse, occupation, number of kids, pet, where to live,” she said writing the categories down. “And we need 4 for each of these categories. We’ll do mine first so you can see how it’s done. You get to pick two for me for each category but I don’t get to see what you pick so you get to write. That’s how my friends and I did it anyways.”

“Okay,” he said taking the pen from her and ever so lightly brushing his fingers on her skin. “Spouse?”

“I like that guy from The Office. John Krasinski. He seems nice,” she said and then thought for a bit on her second choice while Sebastian wrote in his two picks. “Oh! My girl crush, Kristen Bell.”

“Okay, what about occupation?”

“Professional puppy namer.”

“I think if that were a real job, it would really suit you,” he said smiling.

“And koala wrangler.”

“Practice for when we are in Australia. Good thinking. Number of kids?”

“Eleven and 9.68.”

Sebastian finished writing in his picks and her answers to all the categories. The answers Liv gave him only made her more interesting to him. They were unique and fun, just like her.

“Okay so start drawing a spiral and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

He started to draw and then stopped and counted the amount of lines from the top to the bottom. He went through the all the categories marking out the answer he landed on each time he counted to that number until there was only one left for each category.

“Are you ready?”

“Yaaasss! I’m so ready!”

“Liv, you are a model married to me living in a shack on the moon with our 18 children and our pet alligator.”

“Oh, I love that! I’m a little bummed I’m not a professional puppy namer to be completely honest but I trust the MASH gods.”

“You are too beautiful to not be a model.”

“Look at you,” Liv said as she took the paper and pen he was handing her. “Maybe you didn’t use up all your game on your first kiss after all.”

“Maybe not. Is it working?” he said flashing his charming smile.

“Maybe a little bit. But we need to see who the MASH gods put you with.”

Liv wrote out the same categories for Sebastian and they went through filling each one out.

“Sebastian, are you ready to know your future?”

“I think so.”

“Sebastian you are stripper married to me. We live at the North Pole in a mansion with our 84 children and our pet three-headed lobster.”

“You put down stripper and 84 children?” he asked laughing.

“Yeah, I’m kind of regretting the 84 children. That part really sucks for me. But you must be a really good stripper to provide me and your children a mansion to live in. So thank you.”

“Well, I do what I can, you know?” he said with a little laugh. “It seems like the MASH gods think we should get together.”

“Yeah well they have also thought I should be with Lance Bass and that is obviously not going to happen.”

“You're not going to make this easy for me are you?”

“Where's the fun in making it easy?” she said with a mischievous smile.

He just smiled back at her, licked his lips and nodded his head. He liked a challenge.

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The next 2 hours consisted of games and Sebastian’s shameless flirting. Conversation came easy and there were no awkward silences. She thought he was funny, extremely charming and handsome. He loved how confident she was and thought she was witty and sexy, even in scrubs. Well especially in scrubs. Liv had stood up at one point to stretch her legs and as she did his eyes went straight to her lower back where he noticed the top of her black lacy underwear peaking out of her low riding scrub bottoms. He only spent 30 minutes thinking about what kind of cut they were. Thirty minutes isn’t a lot of time right?

“Hobbies? What do you like to do?” Liv asked as she drew her line in connect the dots.

“Uh I read a lot, sometimes I write. Uh…go to the gym? Is that a hobby?” he looked up at Liv after his turn.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Um…you know, hang out with friends, make little short movies sometimes. You?”

“I do yoga or I go for a run almost every day. I go to Target at least once a week and just walk around. I don’t care what you say. That is a legitimate hobby.”

“You just walk around?”

“Yeah, and I buy shit I don’t need and will never use.”

“Oh, I do that all the time so add that one on to my list. What else?”

“Uh, I used to dance.”

“Really? Show me some moves.”

“No, not gonna happen,” she said with a small laugh. “I didn’t say I was good! Besides there’s barely enough room to slow dance in here.”

“Well then let’s slow dance,” he said standing up and offering his hand to Liv.

“I’m perfectly content playing connect the dots.”

“Please? Tell you what, we’ll play rock paper scissors. If I win, we are dancing. Two out of three,” he said kneeling down and putting his hands in position to play.

Liv took a deep breath and she placed her fist on the palm of her other hand. First round, rock beats scissors. Sebastian won. Second round, paper beats rock. Liv won. Third round, paper beats rock. Sebastian won.

He stood up, threw both of his arms up in victory and then offered his hand to Liv. She playfully rolled her eyes, then placed her hand in his and let him help her up.

“We need music,” he said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Here we go,” he said as “Baby Got Back” started playing on his phone.

He started doing a dance move that showed just how much of a dork he was and Liv couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

“I’m kidding,” he said as the song turned off and “All My Life” started playing.

“That’s just on your everyday playlist?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve heard it since my prom actually,” he said wrapping an arm around Liv’s waist and the other out to hold her hand.

“Don’t move,” Liv said as she took his face in her hands and starred the stubble on his chin. “Oh, it’s just the new gray hairs you grew because this song is old as fuck.”

Sebastian tried to hold back a laugh but couldn’t. “You know, if I didn’t find you so incredibly fascinating, I would really be hurt by that comment,” he said faking being offended while he wrapped his arm back around her waist and then started leading the dance.

“I’m kidding!” she promised him while still laughing. “I actually like your gray patch. The whole salt and pepper hair look is sexy.”

He smiled and licked his lips. It was a habit he had that Liv found unbelievably attractive.

“So you think I’m sexy?”

“Not you. Just this little gray area,” she joked pointing to his chin.

“You like me and you know it.”

“So, your prom. Good memory?” she asked changing the subject.

He laughed at her changing the subject then said, “No, not really. I’ll be replacing it with this one,” he said as he spun her.

“What happened?”

“My date ditched me so I was standing there all alone watching everyone else dance.”

“What a bitch!”

“Like I said, I’ll be replacing that memory with this one,” he said looking down at Liv with a smile.  “When is the last time you danced with someone?”

“That bad?”

“No, I’m just curious.”

“I think it was probably at my sister’s wedding 2 years ago.”

“Who’d you dance with?”

“One of the groomsmen. I’ll be replacing that memory with this one,” she said looking up at him.

Sebastian smiled and nodded his head. “See? It’s a good thing I’m making you dance then, huh?”

“There may be an upside.”

Sebastian spun Liv again and instead of continuing the dance he decided to dip her. She wasn’t expecting it and the movement made her grip onto him tighter. Their eyes were locked on each other as he brought her back up. He was leading the dance much slower now to the point where they were barely moving. He darted his eyes to her slightly parted lips and back up to her emerald eyes. Sebastian leaned in slowly and very lightly pressed his lips against hers.

The very moment their lips touched was mind-blowing. A blanket of warmth spread over both of them as they melted together. Her hand was gently grazing the back of his neck giving him chills. The rough feeling of his stubble against her face was surprisingly appealing. He was hopelessly addicted now and wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to stop.

Their lips were moving together like they were made for each other. What started off as a soft kiss eventually turned into a hungry kiss. Liv stood up on her tip toes (she was quite a bit shorter than him) desperately wanting to devour all of him. He bent his knees to dip down and tightened his embrace around her waist before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately, almost as if they had done this exact move before. He took 2 steps forward and that put Liv’s back against the wall.

If it weren’t for the elevator suddenly coming back to life they would probably still be wrapped in each other’s arms. Instead, the kiss came to an end as their lips left each other. With Sebastian still holding Liv up so that she matched his height, they looked at one another and laughed at how their day had taken such a turn when they both stepped into that elevator.

Liv rested her forehead on Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment before unwrapping her legs around his waist. Moments later the elevator doors opened to a sea of firefighters and maintenance workers.

“Sorry that took so long. You guys okay?”

“Yes, no worries. We’re fine,” Liv said with a smile as she walked past the group.

“All good,” Sebastian offered while following her.

Liv took a few more steps toward the cafeteria and then turned around.

 “We should do that again,” he said with a handsome smile. “Well, maybe not the stuck in the elevator part. Can I call you?”

“Sure,” she said returning the smile and taking his phone to put her number in it. When she looked up to hand his phone back to him she saw Alex walking towards her. “I’m so sorry for what is about to happen.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“Liv! You’re out! That fucking took forever!” Alex said as he finished walking towards her. “Is this the cute guy?” he asked as he turned around to face Sebastian.

“You must be Alex,” Sebastian said.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD! Do you know who you are?” he asked Sebastian. “Liv, do you know who this is? This is the best day ever! Can I just tell you how amazing you are? Fuck you are so beautiful! You broke the elevator with your hotness didn’t you? Can I get a picture? I need a picture. Let’s take a picture.”

Liv was used to the way Alex spoke so fast when he was excited but she was surprised Sebastian was able to catch any of it.

“Yeah, sure.”

Liv took the phone out of Alex’s hands and took a picture for him.

“Oh my god, I’m touching the Winter Soldier,” Alex said while placing his hand on Sebastian’s chest. “It’s like touching a rock. Jesus Christ!”

“Okay, Alex. Let’s leave the poor guy alone,” Liv said as she removed Alex’s hand. “Thanks for distracting me. Is it weird to say I had fun?”

“No, I had a great time. And not just the last part. I liked the whole 3 hours. I’ll call you,” Sebastian said and then offered a handshake to Alex. “Nice to meet you.”

 “You can call me too. I’m way more fun than Liv! Any day, anytime! Or we can text!” Alex offered.

“Bye,” Liv said as she pulled Alex away.

“What the fuck just happened? He’s going to call you? What ‘last part’ was he talking about? Did you have sex in the elevator?” he asked way too loudly in a public place.

“Oh my god! Shhhh! No!” she said walking into the cafeteria to quickly get something to eat.

Alex followed her around asking question after question as she walked around the cafeteria. He finally left her to be alone when she was going to take the stairs up to her floor.

Liv was relieved to have a moment alone. She sat down on the stairs and couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She felt giddy, like she was in high school again and her crush just asked her out.

He’s so cute. I can’t even, she thought to herself as she stood up and began climbing the stairs to her floor. I hope he doesn't turn out to be an asshole. Oh god, what am I worrying about? He’s probably not even going to call. Movie stars date movie stars, not nurses.

Just before she reached her floor she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text message.

Are you free tomorrow night? –Seb

She responded with a simple yes and a kiss emoji.

Can’t wait.

Part 2 

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‘you have no idea how much I’ve missed you’ - richie tozier x reader

requested: yes and you didn’t say whether you wanted an adult!richie or not so I decided a teen!richie reuniting with reader would be super cute, cause he’s just so adorable as a teen🥺

summary: Ever since that fateful summer that you and your friends had spent fighting a sinister demon disguised as a killer clown, you had always felt super uneasy about your hometown. The more time you could spend outside of that place, the more at peace your mind had become. You started spending every summer after that in California, visiting your grandparents. It helped, but god it devastated Richie to see you leave for 2 and a half long months out of the year. It was 2 and a half months he had to spend without you, missing you, wishing you were still there. He always welcomed you back dramatically, as if he hadn’t seen you in years and you loved how adorable your boyfriend was. You had no idea it was actually hurting him to be away from you. It’s been 3 summers since everything happened so it was your 3rd summer at your grandparents, but this summer when you come home, you realize just how much he really missed you while you were gone.

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: fluff, swearing, a bit of angst I guess.

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The excitement coursing through your body was something unexplainable. You dreaded coming back to this place at the end of the summer now, but the people you were anxiously waiting to see made it all worth it. You had made a little family outside of your family and you loved them with all your heart, but after the events that took place in the summer of 89’ it slowly took a toll on you. You were pushing 17 and your depression and anxiety had slowly deepened over the passed few years.

You loved your friends; your little family. You loved your real family, too, but Pennywise left a nasty scar and the trauma never quite cleared up. You had already had some issues with depression around the time that you encountered Pennywise, but after what he put you and your friends through, you had gotten worse. The anxiety came after and the rest is pretty self-explanatory.

Only one person out of everyone was the complete and true source of your happiness. Everyone in your life made you happy, but Richie made you happy and made you forget everything when you were with him. He took you away from your own scary thoughts and soothed you like something you hadn’t felt in years.

He was your nepenthe.

Nepenthe—(noun) An ancient greek word defined as a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering. 

He made you forget when you were wrapped up in his arms and he was doing his ridiculously corny British accent, spewing cheesy pick-up lines at you and also muttering some very sexual things in your ear, making you blush every time he did. He loved to tease you and get you bothered. You saw nothing but big, brown orbs magnified by the thick-rimmed spectacles on his face and a shit eating grin sprawled across his features. You felt like the piece of you that you lost was somewhere inside of Richie and whenever you were with him he was filling that empty part of you again. You loved him and he definitely loved you, too.

When you started to need your time away, he had protested profusely, telling you there was a better way to cope and to deal with everything, a way that wouldn’t mean leaving him for two and half months. You loved how much he wanted you to stay, but you knew you needed time away from Derry. He hated that you were right and eventually he gave up and accepted that you needed to do what you felt was best. He tried to support you as much as he could and he’d never admit it, but goddamn did it hurt to let you go for that long. He knew you would always come back, but it didn’t hurt any less. He could barely enjoy his summers anymore without you by his side. Now it was him who felt empty.

You smiled to yourself as the car came to a halt outside of your house. Your friends were all gathered outside on your lawn, holding a sloppily made sign that read ‘Welcome Home, y/n!’. You smiled wider than ever. Being away from the people you loved most for two and a half months did start to get to you. You missed those hot summer days at the quarry listening to the boys bicker about who would jump first while you and Bev laughed at them and their nervousness, pushing them out of the way and interlocking hands as you jumped together. As many times as you’d done it, Richie would always blurt out his usual string of profanities and yap on and on about how there was no way he was letting a couple of badass girls show him up. He always was the third to jump. There was only one summer that all 8 of you had spent together, but you missed it.

With your happy thoughts came the scary and unforgettable thoughts and they always lurked not far behind. You hated that.

“y/n!” Beverly screamed as she engulfed you into a huge hug, twirling around on the sidewalk as you clung to her.

“Bev, I’ve missed you!” She set you down and smiled at you. Your eyes shot up to the rest of your friends who were greeting you eagerly and you noticed Richie sitting up on your porch steps. He stood up as he saw you, a soft and unreadable expression on his face. You let your eyes settle on him as you told your friends you needed a minute to talk to him. They all nodded and let you go.

“Hey, stranger.” You looped your thumbs through the belt loops of your jeans and smiled down at him, but your face fell when he looked up at you, tears welling in his eyes.

“God, I must look like an idiot, fuck..” His hand shot up and underneath his glasses, pressing into the corners of his eyes and trying to let the built up tears pass unnoticed, but you had seen them and he knew. He sniffled and laughed bitter sweetly, “I’m sorry, usually this is how I say goodbye, you know, tears and all that sappy shit. I don’t know what it is,” His eyes danced across your face, “I just.. fuck, I’ve just missed you so much and you’re back and I’m so happy. I’m so happy I’m crying, what in the hell are you doing to me, woman?” He took his glasses off and tucked them over the collar of his shirt. You felt tears sting the corner of your eyes as well and his tears started to fall at the sight of you crying.

“Richie..” You smiled at him, your hand cupping his face and your thumb brushing his tears away, “God you make it so hard to leave and now you make it so hard to stay in a way. Are we gonna cry like this every time I come home? I think my heart might explode from the sweetness if we do.” You giggled and he laughed slightly, trying to stop the tears that were coming, but he couldn’t.

It just felt so unreal to him, every time you left he felt like you were gone for two years, twenty years, an eternity. He felt like he was seeing you for the first time in decades, like you had to travel to him from the other side of the world on foot and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see you again. But he knew he would and he hated how ridiculous he seemed for feeling how he did, but he couldn’t help it. You can never help it when you’re in love.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke through his tears and he leaned into you, sobbing into your chest and looking up at you to kiss you in a frenzy, his hands running along your arms and your back and down to your waist. You were finally back home and finally back in his arms and holy shit did it feel good. He felt his heart soar as he came undone and savored you even though you’d just come home. It all came and went too fast, lately. Before he knew it, you’d be saying your goodbyes again and he dreaded the thought.

He wished so badly that he could keep you wrapped up in his arms forever and never let you go, but nothing was ever that easy.

You felt yourself melt into his touch and your lips moved against his just as quickly. You never knew Richie’s feelings about your summer trips were this intense. You didn’t realize that maybe you were his peace and when you would leave, he didn’t have that peace for a long two and half months out of the year now.

Your tears and his tears mingled together as your faces touched and slid passed you and his lips and the saltiness hit your tongue and you didn’t care. The kiss was sloppy and needy and he was telling you how much he’d missed you, but with his mouth. You felt like you were flying, like no one else was there but you and Richie. You understood and you didn’t care if he could be overdramatic. You finally understood that what you find in California at your grandparents, Richie finds in you.

“I love you, I missed your lips.” You breathed against his mouth after you both had pulled apart for air.

“I love you more and I missed all of you, sweetcheeks.” He let his lips ghost over yours for a moment before pressing them against yours again, but this time it was slow and loving and he wanted you to feel how much he loved you, “Just wait until tonight when I stay over. We aren’t sleeping.” He let his hot breath hit your cheek as he whispered in your ear and squeezed your hips in each of his hands.

You threw your head back and laughed, feeling the heat rise into your cheeks, “You’re lucky there’s still a few days left of summer, wouldn’t want you sending me back to school exhausted, now would we?” You teased back and he smirked at you.

“God must really exist, because there’s no way in hell you didn’t come straight from the heaven gates, I swear. I prayed for someone like you to come along and fuck, I never thought it would work, but look where we are? I got my angel.” He placed kisses along your jawline as he spoke half-jokingly to you.

“Richie Tozier, you are such a cornball.” You laughed loudly as he swooped you up in his arms and started running down your porch steps.

“Yes, but you love it!” He screamed proudly before he suddenly realized he hadn’t put his glasses back on and he was totally running across your lawn with you thrown over his shoulder and no sight.

You felt your butt hit the ground below you and you looked down to see Richie face first in the dirt and you and you friends all laughed in unison.

“Rich, careful, you’re supposed to throw her onto the bed, not the lawn.” Bev joked and Richie’s face went red. He was definitely embarrassed.

It was in this moment, you realized how much Richie Tozier really missed you for the two and half months you’d been gone again. He wrapped his arm around you as he buried his face into your leg and he stayed there sprawled out on the lawn for a second. And it was in this moment that you realized he didn’t just miss you, he needed you. You were his peace.

-

I don’t know what this was, I feel like I had a specific destination when I started this earlier but it ended up somewhere else and it was sssSUpERRRR SAPPY AND FLUFFY AND UGHHH

It was also a bit short sorry lol I hope you all enjoyed it(:

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Punk Rock Girl, Please Look at Me (mgk!Tommy Lee x Reader)

Requested: @angelfuzzy2 

“Oh well it could kinda be a one shot , But I do have one , where Tommy Meets the reader , like early on in his life , looses her (like lost track of her) later to find out she’s a famous singer and tommy meets her again , at her concert or they meet at a party again and reconnect , but the rest of the band don’t know the reader is like seriously famous yet , just Tommy , but the band finds out later”

Note: Thank you all for your patience! I loved writing this request so much, so let me know if y’all would like to see sequel. As always, I know I’ve been a super slow writer because of my new job, but feel free to send me more requests! They’re pretty much always open, and I’m more than willing to write for the other Crüe boys. :) 

Edit: also props to anyone who knows where I got the title from. 

word count: 5,632

[Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, misogyny, swearing, drug & alcohol mention/usage, mild injuries, and two pining idiots]

 The stage lights are blinding as the last note of the song plays out, the sound of guitar feedback drowning out the roar of the crowd beneath you. You breathe hard, sweat dripping from your hair as a broad smile stretches across your face. This is what you loved most in the world– playing music in front of dozens of your supporting fans. When you sang, they sang every word right back to you. No feeling in the world could ever replace that. You and your band Vertigo are on the verge of a big break, and these are the people that helped get you there. 

 As you step off the stage, your manager Scott immediately rushes to your side with a towel and a water bottle in hand. You accept both, pouring the water onto your head and shaking off like a dog. Scott raises his hands in an effort to shield himself, but ends up showered with water anyways. You roll your eyes, not knowing what the big deal is. It’s your final show of the tour, he should be used to it by now.

 “Hey, Y/N!” Scott calls as you move past him to go to the green room, “There’s a guy out by the bar that’s been bugging all night to see you.” 

 You turn on your heel to face Scott, eyebrow raised in confusion, “What guy?”

 Scott shrugs, “Says his name is Tommy Lee.”

 Tommy Lee, your mind reels at the sound of his name. A flash of memories flood your head, all of which playing visions of your childhood. Tommy had been your first friend when you moved to California in the third grade, and ended up being your last when you moved away in high school. All these years, you can’t believe that he would remember you, let alone recognize you.

 You give your bandmates a quick heads up, and amble out to the bar area in search of Tommy. Surprisingly, you feel nervous for the first time in years. You aren’t sure what he looks like or what he’s up to these days– and there is always the chance that he wouldn’t take a girl in a band seriously. That happens a lot more than you’d like to admit.

 Luckily, you don’t have to search for long before a loud voice calls to you from the end of the bar.

 “Y/N! Hey, over here!”

 You look over and are caught breathless by the sight of a tall stranger with long, brown hair waving enthusiastically in your direction. He definitely looks different from how you remember, but the smile he’s giving you is just the same. Back in the day, you knew Tommy was a cute kid, but you never imagined he would turn out to look quite this handsome. He’s tall, lean, and completely rocking a pair of tight, leather pants.

 Walking over, you muss your hair into some semblance of order and wipe at the remaining eyeliner running from the corners of your eyes. You are fully aware of how much of a mess you look. It’s a part of your thing. Smeared lipstick, melted eyeliner, and ripped jeans are basically your work uniform. Music executives and your fans like you because of how uncaring you look. You’re like one of the guys– only hotter. The problem is, you had never once been self-conscious about it. That is, until now.

 As you nervously approach Tommy’s smiling face, you notice he has a slightly busted lip and the ghost of a black eye beginning to form. He stands up from his seat at the bar, towering over you at a surprising height.

 “Tommy, is that really you?” you ask, feeling as though you’re practically looking up into his eyes, “How in the hell did you find me?”

 “The one and only!” Tommy laughs, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. He still has a familiar smell that lingers with the cigarette smoke clinging to his hair and clothes. “I actually got kicked out of the bar across the street so I came over here,” he answers sheepishly.

 “Kicked out? Tommy what fuck–”

 “It doesn’t matter, dude, because I found you!” Tommy slaps you hard on the shoulder, his boyish grin still persisting, “Your band fucking rocks, by the way. When did you learn to sing like that?”

 “Oh, um, I guess when I moved away? I didn’t have many friends so I turned to music instead,” you reply, face feeling hot from the sound of Tommy’s praises, “Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but you get the idea.”

 Tommy grabs his beer off the bar and tips it back, finishing the rest of it in one gulp, “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”

 He wipes his mouth with the back of a large hand and you feel your throat go dry. When you were younger, Tommy had been the one person you could always be yourself around. However, having him barge into your life as a hot stranger is an entirely different story.

 “Tommy, I don’t know, man. My band is probably gonna come looking for me.”

 “Let ‘em. Remember the old diner at the end of the block? It’ll be just like old times,” Tommy looks at you with pleading, blue eyes, reminding you of the first time you met him on the playground all those years ago. “Besides, my band might just be looking for me, too.”

 “Aw, fuck it,” you relent, trying your best to conceal the smile on your face. Needless to say, it’s a losing battle.

...

 You and Tommy end up staying at the diner until closing, exchanging old memories over a shared platter of blueberry pancakes and a chocolate shake. As it fate would have it, the two of you still have just as much in common as you did when you were kids. Maybe even more.  

 It absolutely delighted you to find out that Tommy is still playing the drums– only this time it’s for a band of his very own. He told you that he even found a friend from high school to join Mötley Crüe, but he and Tommy had apparently met long after you’d already left. Vince was his name and, although he sounds like a bit of a diva, Tommy insisted that you’ll like him. Then again, Tommy likes everyone.

 Eventually, you’d even gotten around to telling Tommy all about Vertigo and how you had already amassed a large following on the East Coast. When the band’s single got played on a radio station in the UK, that was the moment you all decided to take things to the next level. The only piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing was the West Coast, which gave you the perfect excuse to end the tour in L.A. and relocate.

 “Wait, so you’re back for good?” Tommy had asked, eyes hopeful as he nearly bounced out of his seat.

 “For now,” you smiled, knowing that you couldn’t totally be sure. Your chest tightened as you found a small part of yourself wanting to say yes instead.

 In your life, you had never been the kind of person who thought they needed to be completed by anyone else. You’re independent– a stand alone personality and the hero of your own story. However, something about seeing Tommy again brought your attention to an emptiness in your heart that you never knew existed. It didn’t make any sense. Being in the band meant you were around guys all day, and not a single one made you take so much as a second glance.

 Now, as you and Tommy step out of the vacant diner and onto the strip, you catch yourself staring as the neon lights shift and dance across his face. Much like when you were kids, Tommy’s resting face was one of a perpetual smile– even with a black eye and a busted lip.

 “Hey dude,” Tommy stops suddenly, shaking you out of your trance, “you should totally come meet the band!”

 “Are they nearby?” you ask, eyebrows raised as you scan the droves of people clamouring along the strip.

 Tommy scoffs, “Where do you think I was with before I found your sorry ass?”

 You giggle at his teasing tone and ram your body into his, nearly crowding Tommy off of the sidewalk and into the busy street.

 “Better watch yourself Bass, or Mötley Crüe might end up needing a new drummer,” you bait as Tommy catches his balance, teetering on a single foot back to the safety of the sidewalk. “Since when did you start going by Lee, anyways?

 “Since it sounded so much cooler,” he grins, throwing his long arm over your shoulders and around your neck as the two of you walk onward.

 “Cool? When have you ever been cool?”

 Tommy glances down at you, knitting his brows together and pursing his lips in exaggeration. “Now that I think about it, right around when you left. Your nerd juice must have stopped rubbing off on me.”

 “Shut the fuck up, loser,” you groan in frustration. Although you sound annoyed, you still lean into his side, maybe getting a little bit cozier than you ought to. To your satisfaction, Tommy hums contently and holds onto you just a little bit tighter. At this point in your lives, you and Tommy should have so many degrees of separation between the two of you that it would be impossible to connect again. Yet, here you are. Walking side by side, as if your feet had been stepping in sync with his for all those empty years in between. You wonder if he can feel it, too.

 After walking a few blocks, you and Tommy stroll up towards a broken-down dive bar teeming with people. Judging by the leather clad kids in patched jackets and paramilitary boots, it is definitely the kind of punk scene you were comfortable in. Tommy’s pretty-boy appearance causes him to stand out a little, but his attitude makes up for it tenfold.

 As you approach the bar, Tommy leads right up to a couple of young guys knocking back a row of shots. A third, more mature-looking man watches them from a barstool, disdain visible even from behind the dark sunglasses over his eyes. The man in the sunglasses notices the two of you walking up together and pulls down his shades to reveal a pair of cold, blue eyes.

 “Drummer,” the man nods, “and friend.” Despite the room’s warmth from the summer heat, the iciness in the man’s stare makes you shiver involuntarily.

 “What’s up fuckers!” Tommy exclaims, slapping the two younger guys on the back excitedly. The taller of the two spins around first, his mane of fluffy black hair sticking up wildly in all directions.

 “Hey T-bone! Where the fuck have you been? Nice shiner, by the way,” his face twists into a mischievous smile as his green eyes land on you, “And who do we have here?”

 “Oh yeah! Nikki, this is Y/N. She was, like, my best friend when we were kids. I just found her at a show a little bit ago.”

 Nikki nudges the guy at his side, blonde hair and skin-tight tank top making you recognize him as Vince from yours and Tommy’s high school. You never actually got the chance to meet him before you moved away, but Tommy’s description of him being a diva seems pretty spot-on.

 “Hey, Vinnie, check out T-bone’s best friend,” you frown at the patronizing lilt in Nikki’s voice, but decide to let it slide for now.

 Vince grabs a beer off of the bar, taking a thoughtful swig while he studies you. “Well, well, well– it looks like Tommy’s found himself another one already.”

 “Another one, what?” you snap, unable to control your flush of anger.

 From what you could remember, Tommy may have been girl-crazy– and a little stupid sometimes –but he was never as arrogant and mean-spirited as the two guys in front of you seem to be coming across. It’s clear to you, even now, that Tommy is still a kid at heart, but his friends were ready to be rockstars down to their very core.

 Vince takes a reflexive step back from you, and you smirk with satisfaction. “Uh, nothing,” he flounders, eyes darting between Nikki and Tommy anxiously. From his seat at the bar, you can hear the man in the sunglasses chuckle.

 Vince throws his beer in the man’s direction and misses, the bottle clattering noisily to the floor without breaking. “Shut the fuck up, Mick,” Vince’s clearly bruised ego almosts gets a laugh out of you.

 “Chill out, dude,” Nikki purs, stepping directly past Tommy and into your personal space, “you don’t have to explain anything to us– we get it.”

 Tommy tries to wedge himself between you and Nikki, doing his best to intervene before things can escalate any further. Your teeth are gritted, firmly locking your jaw in an expression of restrained anger. More than anything, you want to wipe Nikki’s smug smile right off of his face. Nikki might be nearly as tall as Tommy, but you refuse to be intimidated.

 The only thing stopping you is knowing that giving Nikki a fight would only cause more problems than it could solve. Even then, when you first agreed to be the frontwoman of Vertigo, you promised yourself that you would hold your own with the band guys without ever becoming like any of them. You aren’t about to let some amateur punk change that.

 “Dudes, calm down! Y/N is one of my oldest friends, and I swear it’s not like that!”

 “Whatever you say, T-bone,” Nikki shrugs, finally backing away from you in favor of leaning up against the bar. He stands there cooly as if he wasn’t just inches away from you. It’s more than obvious that Nikki was never actually going to engage in any kind of fight– the confrontation alone is enough to get him off.

 Rolling your eyes, you return to Tommy’s side, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and his bandmates without hurting his feelings. You’re used to dealing with shitty rockstars and wannabe playboys, but since Vertigo’s newfound successes you had been dealing with it far less often.

 “Besides,” Tommy continues, talking to no one in particular as he rests a supportive hand on your shoulder, “Y/N isn’t just my friend she’s–”

 Realizing that Tommy is about to expose you as the singer of Vertigo, you quickly interrupt. Judging by the way Vince and Nikki feel about you while assuming you’re just some random girl, you decide that they don’t need to know you’re in a band. Hyper-masculine rock types tend to not take kindly to any woman that isn’t Joan Jett, and you aren’t ready to crack open that can of worms.

 “Just visiting!” you say, plastering an artificial smile across your face.

 For some reason, your reunion with Tommy makes you want to keep seeing him while you’re in town, and the only way that can happen is if you have as little attention paid to you as possible. With the band’s popularity on the East Coast, you know it won’t be long before everyone in L.A. will know your name– even the guys in Mötley Crüe.

 “Speaking of,” you turn to Tommy, blatantly disregarding the confounded expression on his face, “I think I should probably be getting back to my hotel right about now. It’s getting late.”

 “Uh yeah, sure,” Tommy blinks, “let me walk you there.”

 “Come on, man, you don’t have to do all that. It’s way too long of a walk,” you complain knowing full well that you can handle a late night stroll on your own. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. 

 “As if a short shit like you could hold your own in the big city,” Tommy’s joking voice settles your nerves. You turn to lead the way out of the bar, not bothering to say another word to the rest of Mötley Crüe.

 By the time you shove past the shuffling crowd of punks and step outside, Tommy has already caught up to you. The night is warm with a gentle breeze that tickles your face, reminding you of careless, childhood summers where your nights spent at home were few and far between. Tommy had been by your side then and, miraculously, he’s at your side now. You find yourself constantly amazed at the way so much can change, and yet stay exactly the same.

 “Sorry about all that, dude,” Tommy’s eyes are trained on the ground as he kicks his feet sheepishly, “I don’t know what’s gotten into them tonight. I mean, I know how they are around girls but you’re– you’re different.”

 You punch his shoulder playfully, not wanting Tommy to feel responsible for the fact that his friends were clearly just drunk idiots acting like pigs.

 “It’s alright, Tommy. You can’t fix stupid. Trust me, I tried to fix you for years.”

 “Shut the fuck up,” he grins, eyes finally meeting yours. Every time Tommy looks at you, something stirs inside of you that you can’t put your finger on. The feeling excites and scares you, but you know that all of the best things in life are supposed to make you feel that way. Arm in arm, you and Tommy walk into the neon glow of the night, your heart skipping a beat with every step.

...

 The walk ends up being a lot longer than either of you had expected, but neither of you seem to mind. In fact, the further you got away from the strip, the more connected to Tommy you seem to feel. The two of you had passed a cigarette back and forth as you travelled, walking so closely that it was a miracle one of you hadn’t tripped over the other’s feet.

 When you finally approach your hotel, Tommy nearly passes it up. He didn’t realize that the art deco building with valet parking is basically your home until you find something more permanent. Your manager had arranged everything for you and, although you argued in favor of a simple motel, he obviously hadn’t listened to a word you said.

 “Holy fuck, dude. This is your hotel?”

 You suddenly flush red with embarrassment, feeling very not punk rock in the presence of such an extravagant building. “Uh, yeah. It seems that my manager went a little overboard when booking our place, huh?”

 “Are you kidding me? This place is rad as fuck,” Tommy turns to you in a sudden burst of energy with a wild look in his eyes, “Do you think you’d let me come up and see the place?”  

 Although his question is innocent enough, you can’t ignore the way your stomach backflips at the thought of being alone with Tommy in your bedroom. With the recent upheaval of emotions you’d been experiencing since Tommy catapulted himself back into your life, you know that being with him any longer is bound to be a bad idea. It really was getting late, and part of you is starting to wonder if your feelings are real or just a product of exhaustion.

 Still, Tommy’s sparkling blue eyes pull you in and you find yourself nodding your head yes before you can give his question a second thought. When the two of you walk inside, you’re too amused by Tommy’s enraptured gaze to notice the weird stares that the staff and other guests were shooting your way. There’s no doubt that you and Tommy stand out among the marble floors and jewel-encrusted chandeliers. Still, you smile all the way to the elevators, noting how small Tommy appears beneath the vaulted ceilings.

 “I can’t believe you get to stay at a place like this,” Tommy says as the two of you step into the elevator. You aren’t sure if you’re seeing things or going crazy from exhaustion, but the sight of Tommy’s bruised eye glistening under the golden fluorescents looks strangely beautiful.

 “Pretty crazy, huh?” you reply, knowing that the craziest part of your whole return to L.A. is standing right in front of you.

 When the elevator reaches the thirteenth floor, you walk out ahead of Tommy, escorting him down the snaking hallway and to the front door of your room. You pry the door open, your breath hitching slightly as you feel Tommy shuffle in behind you. The room is spacious, with a plush king-sized bed and a floor to ceiling view of the city below.

 “Damn dude, I really hope Mötley Crüe can come to places like this someday,” Tommy says, sauntering over to the window. He pushes the curtain back, revealing the city lights glittering in the darkness.

 “You will.” Even though Tommy’s bandmates were indefinitely jerks, you believe in Tommy’s talent more than anyone else searching for stardom in this godforsaken city.

 “Hey Tommy, I think I still have some bubbly the hotel left me if you wanna crack it open,” you bend over, reaching into the mini fridge to retrieve the full-sized bottle of champagne the hotel manager had left on your bed yesterday. While you were thankful for the welcome gift, you had never been one to drink alone. Tommy just so happens to be the perfect excuse to not let it go to waste.

 Weirdly enough, Tommy doesn’t answer you. Standing upright again, you set the bottle on the dresser and decide to find out what’s captured his short attention span this time. Turning around, you nearly slam right into Tommy– not realizing he had been standing so close to you. He catches your arms, gently wrapping his large hands around your wrists to steady your balance.  

 “Shit, Tommy,” you laugh nervously, “I didn’t see you there–”

 Before you can finish your thought, Tommy’s lips are pressed against your own. Instinctively, you kiss him back, feeling as though your body is on autopilot while your ability to think rationally takes the back seat.

 You shiver as your lips melt into Tommy’s, his kisses becoming more frantic and desperate. Releasing his hold on your arms, Tommy cups the sides of your face. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, silently requesting permission to cross a line you can never come back from.

 Gasping into his touch, you give him the freedom to explore. Slowly, he starts distancing his sloppy kisses from your mouth and places them on your jawline. You take in a sharp breath as he goes to work on your neck, your hands finding themselves nestled firmly in his hair as he nips at your throat.

 “Fuck Tommy,” you pant, trying to gain some semblance of clarity, “what are we doing?”

 Tommy stops kissing your neck to give you a firm look, his eyes dark with desire. “What I’ve always wanted to do,” he replies.

 Your heart leaps at his confession, compelling you to kiss him once again. This time, Tommy’s hands snake up your shirt as he pulls your body against his. You yank your shirt up over your head, feeling as though the room is far too hot for the amount of clothes you’re wearing. Before you can start unfastening the button of your jeans, Tommy shoves you roughly onto the bed. You fall dizzily onto the plush duvet, your skin feeling as though its on fire.

 “No, baby,” he growls, “that’s my job.”

 Tommy discards his shirt, leaving himself standing bare-chested before you. Your face flushes at the sight of his cock throbbing through the constraint of his leather pants.

 Fuck he’s gorgeous.

 As you stare up at Tommy you can’t help but wonder how he turned out this way. If someone told you yesterday that you’d be moments away from fucking your childhood best friend, you would’ve laughed right in your face. Now here you are, shirtless and squirming with anticipation on your bed.

 As you stare up at Tommy you can’t help but wonder how he turned out this way. If someone told you yesterday that you’d be moments away from fucking your childhood best friend, you would’ve laughed right in their face. Now here you are, shirtless and squirming with anticipation on your bed.

 Before you can get lost in your thoughts any longer, Tommy is on top of you. Your mouths crash together in a hot disarray of lips and tongue. Tommy goes back to kissing your neck, sucking and biting the soft skin until it becomes bruised between his teeth. With each love bite, his mouth travels lower. All you can do is gasp with pleasure as he places a wet kiss on your lower abdomen, his hands going to work on pulling off your jeans.

 As you lay there in your underwear, Tommy kneels before you at the edge of the bed, pausing to admire the shape of your body as it splays out before him.

 “God, baby,” Tommy murmurs, his voice barely louder than a whisper, “you look so delicious spread out for me like this...”

 Tommy situates himself between your legs, gripping your thighs tightly. You suck in a sharp breath as Tommy begins peppering your inner thigh with soft kisses, his lips fluttering painfully close to your bikini line. He looks up at you, dark blue eyes sparkling dangerously beneath his eyelashes.

 “Can I make you feel good, baby girl? I want you to feel good,” his hot breath ghosts against the wet spot on your panties, and you find yourself nodding vigorously in response.

 Tommy just shoots you a mischievous grin, licking a wet stripe up your clothed pussy. You are unable to contain the strangled moan that leaves your lips, fingers clawing aimlessly at the duvet for support. Your underwear is soaking wet, and you’re unsure how much longer you’ll last without any actual contact.  

 “Use your words, Y/N,” Tommy laps at your heat once again, eliciting another desperate gasp from you, “tell me what you want, baby.”

 Crazed by Tommy’s teasing, you finally relent, “Please make me feel good, Tommy. Fuck, I want you–I wanted you the minute I saw you.”

 Tommy chuckles darkly, aggressively pulling your panties off of your hips and onto the floor. Without so much as a warning, his tongue is on you; lapping at your hot center hungrily. As he sucks on your clit, you feel a large hand dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, raking downwards and scratching your skin.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck,” you chant, your abdomen tightening with hot pressure. You grip his hair as your hips involuntarily buck into his mouth, legs shaking as he hums with pleasure against your clit.

 “You taste so good,” Tommy moans, curling one of his long fingers inside of you.

 You clench around him, unable to keep your orgasm from taking you over any longer. A series of moans fall from your lips, your body hot with pins and needles. With your hands firmly twisted in the sheets, you come all over Tommy’s mouth and fingers.

 Sitting upright, you blink at Tommy, mind dizzy with pleasure. “Oh my fucking god, Tommy,” you pant, “where did you learn to do that?”

 “Lots of practice,” Tommy winks leaning in to kiss you. His lips are soft and loving against yours, causing a shiver to run up your spine. As the kiss becomes more intense, Tommy peels off his leather pants and climbs on top of you, pinning you onto the bed by your wrists.

 “I don’t think so,” you growl between kisses, shifting your weight to wrestle for control.

 You bite Tommy’s lip hard, catching him off guard just enough to roll him over. Climbing on top of him, you straddle Tommy’s hips firmly and situate yourself on the rock hard bulge in his underwear. Tommy hisses as you apply more pressure, his hands digging into your hip bones. Grinding against him, you pull him into another heated kiss. Tommy’s busted lip had reopened after you’d bitten him, causing a little bit of blood to drip into your mouth.

 Deep down, you know you should stop kissing him like this, but something about seeing Tommy all roughed up turns you on in ways you would never have imagined. Judging by Tommy’s aggressive hold on your hips, you can only assume he’s feeling the same way. Without warning, Tommy shoves you aside to pull off his underwear. When his cock springs free, you are surprised to find that it’s even bigger than you expected.

 Seeing your eyes widen, Tommy chuckles darkly, “Think you can handle it, honey?” Your heartbeat quickens as you look at Tommy’s flushed fash and tangled hair, a drop of blood trickling lazily down his chin.  

 “Try me,” you say definiantly, pushing him back down.

 You mount him again, only this time there’s no fabric to separate the two of you. Teasingly, you rub your slick folds over the head of his dick, hoping that– maybe –you can make him beg for it. Tommy hisses as you rake your nails against his chest, leaving a trail of little pink lines behind.

 “Fuck, baby, you’re such a bad girl,” Tommy gasps, “Wanna–wanna fuck you so bad.”

 Hearing Tommy pleas makes you wet all over again, wanting so desperately to fill whatever was empty inside of you with the man under you. Slowly, you sink onto his cock, your inner walls stinging slightly from the stretch. Truthfully, you had never fucked a guy this big, and Tommy was barely fitting inside of you.

 Tommy bites his lip, noticing the strain you’re experiencing. “That’s it, baby,” he coos, “you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

 Encouraged by Tommy’s praises, you begin to rock back and forth. Tommy’s breathing becomes heavier with every stroke, and, before you know it, he’s guiding your movements with the grip he has on your waist. He feels good, better than any guy you’d ever been with, and you wonder if this is what you had been missing all along.

 “You look so good when you fuck me baby,” Tommy babbles, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Tommy sits up, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you flush against his chest. His face is right up against yours as he fucks into you, your breathy moans falling hot against his open mouth.

 Tommy’s fingers snake up your back and curl into the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging hard. You cry out from a mix of pain and pleasure, the heat in your abdomen tightening.

 “Want me to make you feel good again? Hmm?” Tommy asks, blue eyes fixated firmly on your own. Without giving it a second thought, you nod, rocking your hips into his as sweat trickles in tiny beads down your face.

 Suddenly Tommy’s hand firmly grips your throat, applying gentle pressure just beneath your jawline. Your breath catches in your throat as your breathing is restricted, waves of euphoria radiating through your body. Just as your vision begins to go a little spotty, your orgasm rips through you. As you cry out, Tommy’s movements become erratic and sloppy, his pleasure directly feeding on your own.

 Tommy’s chanting your name when his orgasm hits, pumping into you while his hands grasp your face lovingly, his eyes never leaving yours. The both of you go limp, breathing and panting hard. Tommy falls back into the duvet, while you remain sprawled out on his chest, lightheaded and thoroughly exhausted.

 “Oh...my fucking god,” Tommy heaves, the satisfaction in his voice audible.  You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, “Emphasis on the fucking.”

 Humming contently, you snuggle into his chest, feeling strangely at peace for someone who just fucked their childhood best friend. Tommy runs his fingers through you hair delicately, the act feeling drastically different from how he had been touching you just moments before. There’s a warmth spreading through your chest that you never knew could be there, and it’s consuming you like a wildfire.

 A moment of comfortable silence passes between the two of you. Tommy pets your hair as you trace small circles on his bare chest and, somehow, the exchange feels more intimate than anything else the two of you had experienced together in the past hour.

 “Y/N?” Tommy asks, his voice small.

 You look up at him to find his expression unreadable. “What is it, Tommy?”

 “Can I–can I kiss you?”

 Instead of answering, you place a warm kiss to his lips. The sensation is soft and innocent. Gently, Tommy cups the side of your face, his thumb grazing your cheek tenderly. You nuzzle his nose as you pull away, eliciting amused smiles from the both of you. Part of you wishes this moment could last forever, but the self-doubt nibbling at your brain makes possibility of Tommy wanting to be with you seem unlikely.

 “Why’d you ask if you could kiss me?” you wonder, finding it hard to believe that Tommy would suddenly think you wouldn’t be okay with it.

 Tommy’s brow furrows together and he quickly averts his eyes, suddenly becoming fixated at a point on the ceiling. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he looked embarrassed.

 “I just–” he starts with a sigh, running a hand through his chestnut waves, “I just don’t want this to be a one time thing, you know? You’re too important.”

 Your heart pounds at his confession, pulse rushing noisily through your ears. When Tommy’s lips touched yours for the first time, you assumed that you wouldn’t be more than a one-night fling to him. Still, when you first saw Tommy that night, you swore you had felt something electric passing between the two of you; and now you know that you weren’t crazy after all. This was the first time you’d seen each other in years, but whatever you were experiencing now was real. More importantly, Tommy was experiencing it, too.

 “I don’t think I want this to be a one time thing either.”

Masterlist

[its-ya-boi-autumn]

Update~❤

Hello!!

I know I do this a lot but I once again want to apologize for the lack of content lately. There's a couple reasons why I haven't been posting as often as I'd like to and of course I'll explain them the best I can:

I have a new job! I've been working for about 2 weeks now since school got out and apparently, I've been doing really well! Which is amazing, though there's one downside. When I come home later in the day, of course I'm really tired and I end up falling asleep before I can get anything done. Usually I have to force myself to do necessary things like eating and showering before I end up passing out. I don't do anything super hard at work, but because of my social anxiety and from the huge work up of having to deal with people everyday, I get super tired super fast, meaning writing is one of the last things on my mind.

Now before I say this one, I want to disclaim that I WILL STILL BE WRITING FOR HXH. That isn't stopping! However, I haven't been as into lately. My obsession phase has ended and now hxh is just another anime favorite. Again, I'm not stopping my fan fiction (I refuse to let butterflies go unfinished) and I am still taking requests, and they are getting done. Like I stated above, I've just been busy a lot and I would rather take time to put in the best effort I can for you guys rather than just output content for the sake of out putting content. I don't want you reading something that hasn't even been considered and thought out.

On top of my anxiety being high, with the world restarting, my depression has returned. (I think). I don't want to talk about it too too much, but lately I've just been less motivated in general and again, I don't want to put out content for the sake of content output. I want you to read my bests and if I can't make those then I can't make those.

Once more, I am STILL WRITING for hxh. You can continue to send in requests and I will get them done when I have time and motivation to do so. All I ask of you in return is your support and your patience. I'm sorry for uploading super slow, and the one request I was talking about a few days ago is almost done. It might not be up this week, but it SHOULD be by next. Also, whomever requested part 3 for Feitan, that's also being done.

I thank all of you for your patience and your support thus far, just please bare with me. My mental health is a little wack right now, I am trying my best. ❤

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Warren Worthington- Trust

requested by anon: could you do a warren one where the reader has a super dangerous mutation that's fueled by their emotions, and warren helps them out with it and they fall in love? 

word count: 2.1K

warnings: reader and warren are like 18 y/o idk it just happened lmao, cussing, fluff heheheje, not proofread lmao

A/N: thanks for requesting ily! also i really like this like at first i didn’t know where it was going but now i really like it :))

“Hello, (Y/n). Welcome to the school for the gifted.”

“Doesn’t exactly feel like a gift.”

“It never does, at first.”

It had always felt like a curse. Being able to form fire in her own hands could’ve been an amazing skill. Being unable to control when it formed- that was the main issue. 

“Come along now, (Y/n). Let’s have a look at what we’re dealing with.”

Charles and Hank led her into the training gym and onto one of the mats in the center. Sitting on the mat was a boy, probably around her age. He seemed normal- besides the huge feathered wings on his back. 

“Warren, (Y/n). (Y/n), Warren. He’s fairly new here as well, but he’s had great experience with all sorts of mutations.”

“Hi- nice to meet you.”  The boy Warren stuck his hand out, expecting a handshake. 

“Hi, yeah. Can’t touch you- sorry.”

He nodded, taking a step back. 

Great, now I’ve scared him off, she thought. 

“Alright, well- can you show me what I’m working with here?”

“What do you mean- working with?”

He puffed up his wings, “I’m training you, going to be teaching you until you get a hang of whatever it is you do. Charles didn’t tell you?”

“No, he did not.” (Y/n) turned to look back, hoping to find Charles and request a different teacher (perhaps one who wasn’t so attractive and distracting?), only to find that he and Hank had already left.

“Show me.”

“I can’t do it on command. And how are you going to help me? You have wings, not flamethrowers for hands like me.”

“Flamethrowers for hands? The fuck does that mean? And how can you not control it? You’re 18! Get a grip on it.”

“Shut up! I’m trying my best!” As her words left her mouth, her hands were suddenly engulfed in flames. 

“Holy shit-”

“See? Flamethrowers for hands.”

Warren walked closer, inspecting her hands from a slight distance as to not get burned. “Can- can you throw the fire?”

“Yeah, not with great aim, but yeah.”

“Do it. Aim at the basketball hoop.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes before lifting a hand towards the hoop. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on launching the fire.

Warren tapped his foot, getting impatient. “Come on, already. Just do it.”

“Shut up, I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.”

“Shut up!” (Y/n)’s eyes snapped back open as she shot backwards, hitting the mat. Fire rushed from her hand at such a speed she was literally thrown back. Looking up, she saw the net of the hoop was on fire.

“Put it out! Put it out!” 

Warren rushed over towards the hoop before turning around. “Fuck! I don’t have water- I should’ve gotten water!”

“How do you not have water when you asked me to shoot FIRE?”

“How are you unable to control your mutation when you’ve had it for SO long?”

“Shut up!” (Y/n) felt the flames grow hotter in her hands, slowing moving up to cover her forearms, slightly singeing her clothes. The flames didn’t hurt- felt more like a warm embrace around her. 

Warren ran out the gym, returning with a garden hose, spraying the hoop down. The flames were put out after a minute or so. Then Warren turned to (Y/n), hose still spewing water. 

“Can you put yourself out or do I have to?”

“What? Do not fucking spray me, I swear-”

Warren lifted the hose and ran towards her, spraying her completely. Her clothes were dripping wet by the time the fire was put out. 

“Warren. I swear to GOD.” (Y/n) felt her arms get warm again, despite having just been put out. 

“Woah, woah- okay, okay. Calm down!”

She stepped towards him. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You SPRAYED me!” 

Warren stepped back, holding the hose for support. “(Y/n), (Y/n)! It’s your emotions, okay? They fuel your power. If you can learn to control your temper, you’ll be able to control your mutation.”

The fires grew hotter. “Are you calling me emotional? Jesus Christ- anytime a woman gets upset, guys always call her “emotional” or “crazy” so don’t fucking-”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Trust me. Just calm your breathing and put out your arms. We can work with this.”

(Y/n) ran to Warren, making him run backwards before slipping in all the water the hose had sprayed. She took the hose from him, spraying her arms. (Y/n) took a seat on the floor in the water and closed her eyes to focus on her breathing. 

“What in the hell-”

“Raven! Hank! Hi- I have everything under control.”

Hank and Raven had managed to walk in at the perfect time. (Y/n)’s clothes were still smoking and water was everywhere. Everywhere. 

“Clean this up. Now. I’ll come back later to check in.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Warren ran back outside to finally turn off the hose. He walked it back to the yard and wrapped it up nice and pretty.  When he returned, (Y/n) was still seated on the wet floor. 

“You want to help me get some towels? Clean this place up?”

She nodded, moving to stand up. 

“Here.” Warren stuck out his hand, offering to help her up. 

(Y/n) laughed, “You really think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah. I trust you.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

(Y/n) felt her heart jump. It had been so long since she’s actually been able to touch anyone. Hug anyone. Kiss anyone. She had always been too scared, the other person the same. But Warren- Warren trusted her. 

She took his hand and stood up. 

“I’m not on fire!”

He laughed, dropping her hand. “That’s a good start!”

The pair headed into the locker rooms, grabbing a shit ton of towels and a mop to dry the floor. 

Warren was busying mopping up the water while (Y/n) went behind him, getting the excess water he missed with a towel. 

“So.. how do you have so much experience with different mutations? You seem young.”

“I mean- I am young, but I spent a few years doing cage fights. Against other mutants, you know? I faced a lot of new mutations and learned a good bit along the way. Charles and Hank figured since I had seen more action than most kids here, I’d be able to help you.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked-”

Warren stopped mopping to look back at her, “No- no, you’re fine. I’m open about it. I didn’t have a choice back then, but now I’m just happy that my years there can be some sort of use for good now.”

(Y/n) nodded, looking back down. “You did help, by the way. I’d never really noticed the whole emotions thing. It makes perfect sense though. The only times I’ve been able to produce flame is when I’m mad or embarrassed. Like one time in 8th grade I saw my friend kissing my crush and my hands just exploded into fire- it was awful.”

“She sounds like a bitch.”

“Oh yeah, totally. Dropped her real quick after that.”

Warren laughed, wringing out the mop after getting the last bit of water. 

Training with Warren had been going quite well. They had been working together for about a week now. Warren would try different tactics to get (Y/n) mad and have her work on calming herself down. 

“You need to be able to put yourself out first, then we’ll work on getting yourself mad so you can fight.”

She had developed a breathing routine to calm herself down. It had worked every time so far- just sometimes took longer than others. 

“Four in, four out.”

“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”

The fire in her hand was extinguished as her breathing slowed. 

“Good! That’s great! You’re killing it, (Y/n)!” Warren pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight. “I’m so proud!”

(Y/n)’s heart began to race as he pulled her close. Suddenly hands burst into flames, making her jump back. 

Warren looked down at her hands. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Fuck- no, you’re fine! I’m just-”

Warren shook his head. “No- um, we’ve done enough today, it’s fine. I should go anyways.” He walked quickly to the door, face burning (just like (Y/n)’s hands). 

“O-oh, okay. See you..later.” Warren was already out the door when she got the right words out. “Oh fuck me.”

After doing her breathing exercise, (Y/n) was able to calm the fires in her hands. She made her way back to her room, purposefully passing Warren’s on the way. She leaned up against his door, hoping to hear if he was inside. Nothing. Disappointed, she went to her room.

Warren was buried under his comforter, head squished into his pillow. 

“Knock, knock.”

“Go away, Scott.”

Scott pushed the door open, sad to see his friend curled up. 

“So she shut you down, huh?”

Warren rolled over to face him, kicking off the blanket. “No, I didn’t even get to ask her out like I wanted. But I understand her answer anyway.”

Scott sat down on the floor, looking up at him. “What does that mean?”

“I hugged her and her hands caught on fire. She only catches fire when she’s mad- meaning, she was mad that I hugged her because she doesn’t like me.”

“That is a lot of assuming. Why don’t you ask her out and see?”

“No! Then she would shut me down for real. And it’d be awkward- I mean, how can I train her when I know she doesn’t like me back, but I’m crazy about her?”

“Warren. She likes you. She totally likes you! Just ask her out. Trust me.”

“No.” 

Scott stood up, rolling his eyes (although Warren couldn’t see that through his glasses). “Fine, I’ll do it for you.”

“What? No you won’t.” 

Warren heard the door close, making him sit up quickly. “Scott?”

Scott was sprinting down the hallway towards (Y/n)’s room, looking behind him every couple seconds to make sure Warren wasn’t catching up. 

“Oh fuck me!” Warren jumped out of bed, running out of his room without even putting shoes on. 

“Scott! Stop!” 

Scott sped up, finally making it to the girls hallway. He reached her door, banging on it quickly. 

“Summers! I swear to god, I will KILL you!”

(Y/n) opened the door, “What? Oh- hey Scott, what’s-”

“No!” Warren tried to stop in front of her door, but his socks made him slip and collide with Scott, knocking them both to the floor. 

“What’s happening?” 

Warren stood up, pushing Scott down again. “Just forget whatever he said!”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, “He didn’t say anything.”

“He didn’t?” Warren looked down at Scott, who was just now getting off the floor, “You didn’t?”

“Not yet- Warren wants wants to go out with you.”

“Shut up!” Warren pushed his wing into Scott’s chest, making him fall again. “No- I- I don’t! Just ignore him, he has- he has brain damage.”

(Y/n) nodded slowly, “This isn’t funny, okay? I don’t know what Jean told you, but going this far to tease me isn’t funny, so fuck off.” 

She slammed the door, quickly doing her breathing exercise before her hands caught fire. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) open up. Please.”

She could hear Warren lean against her door. “No.”

“Please.”

“Is Scott still there?” 

Scott stood up, putting a hand on her door for support. “I’m here.”

Warren pushed him away. “Go away! Why are you still here?”

He scoffed, “For support, you ungrateful dickwad!”

Warren sighed, “Scott, please go. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay. Consider me gone.” Scott turned on his heel, leaving the girls hallway.

Warren knocked on her door. “It’s just me now.”

(Y/n) slowly opened the door. 

“I was never trying to tease you, I swear. I don’t know anything about you and Jean or whatever happened there- I-i did want to ask you out, b-but..”

“But what? You don’t like me anymore?”

“No! No! I really like you, it’s just- I hugged you today and you’re hands caught on fire and I thought you were mad because you didn’t like me and-”

“I like you.”

Warren’s mouth stopped working. He nodded slowly.

(Y/n) opened the door wider. “That’s what I was talking about- with Jean and everything. I told her I liked you and then she told Scott and then Scott showed up here-” she sighed, “felt like it might’ve been a prank or something, sorry.”

Warren shook his head, stepping into her room. “I really like you, (Y/n).”

His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips. Warren moved closer, leaning into her. He pressed his lips against hers. She jumped back. 

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m on fire.”

“Are you-”

“I’m just shy and get embarrassed around you- that’s what happened earlier.”

“Oh! T-that makes sense, okay, yeah.” 

(Y/n) nodded, slowing her breathing to calm herself down.

“C-can I kiss you again?”

“You really think that’s a good idea?”

Warren shrugged, stepping closer. “I trust you.”

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[writing-blog-iguess]

Secrets

Summery: Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t easy. Especially when you’ve been shielded from his superheroing life. All there is, is secrets and you can’t stand them. Even from your best friends. Until one day, you find out about Spider-Man and who he really is. And you don’t take it very well.

Words: 4520

Warnings: language, um fighting scene was really badly written(well I think so anyways) stabbing.

A/N: This here? This took me a bit over a week and I enjoyed every minute of it. So I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes but please enjoy it nonetheless! And uh, I’m not sure where this falls into the MCU, but whatever. This is more platonic then romance though.

 Also, I will take requests if anyone’s interested. Will just have to be patient. Comments are welcome but please enjoy!

@watermage23

Secrets, you hated secrets. It was tolerable when your dad kept them from you. You understood it, not wanting you to be apart of the Avengers. You didn't want to apart of the fighting, but it didn't mean to be completely cut off from that life.

You wanted to be apart of Tony's life, even if it meant just hanging out the common area being lazy with everyone.

That was fine.

But it never happened and since Peter got the internship, which you never even heard of, with you're dad, you saw less and less of him. You couldn't hate Peter, you never could. He was after all, you're best friend. The person you've loved since freshman year.

And lately, Peter was hiding something from you and you hated it. Hated the cancelled plans, hated the whispers with Ned and MJ, hated the silence it came with it when you joined them. Hated it so much that you slowly became distant.

Whatever, if they didn't want to tell you that's fine. Didn't mean you have to deal with it everyday.

Walking into the cafeteria at lunch that day, you saw your three friends hunched over whispering about something. What, you couldn't tell but you knew today was a day you didn't want to interrupt.

Adjusting your backpack, you turned around and stalked off. Not seeing Peter's face fall as you walked away.

You had decided to spent your lunch period outside, finishing your homework in peace. However, that peace didn't last long when your dad called.

"Hey Dad," you greeted without so much of looking away from your homework.

"Hey (Y/N)," he greeted back. "Why aren't you inside eating with your friends?"

"Wanted to sit outside and finish my homework. I want to be in lab when I get home." Tilting your head, you narrowed your eyes. "Dad, how do you know I'm outside?"

Tony nervously chuckled. "Because I'm Iron Man?"

"Dad," you warned and practically see him shuddering.

"Alright alright. Peter called, he wanted to know if you were okay." You only shook your head. "Sweetheart, you're becoming distant. We're just worried that's all."

"I'm fine Dad. There's nothing to worry about."

Tony didn't push the subject, knowing how stubborn you are. So he changed the subject, which you were thankful for.

"You want to work on that secret project that you won't tell anyone about?" Tony questioned. So you have a few secrets of your own, it was only natural.

"Yup." Pausing, you looked up and bit your lip in thought. "How long do I get the lab before you kick me out and work on something with Bruce or Peter?"

"Maybe an hour? I don't know, depends on when Peter comes by."

Of course.

Sighing, you shook your head and went back to your homework.

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

"I know. It would be a lot easier if you let me in." You've had this conversation before, and it was always the same. Him telling you it's to dangerous, you telling him you didn't need to be in the field just at home. To help. It was always the same and it got tiring.

Before Tony could get a word in, you sighed and started packing up your stuff. "Whatever. Lunch is almost done. I'll see you later," you said and hung up.

Standing up, you stretched before grabbing your backpack and made your way inside.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter greeted you at your locker. You gave him a wave as you looked through your books. "Missed you at lunch. Where'd you go?"

"Outside," you answered as you finally found the books you needed. "Wanted to finish some things up." Freeing the books from your locker, you closed it shut and turned to Peter. "Hey, what time will you be at the compound tonight?"

"Um," Peter furrowed his as he thought about it, "6 I think. Why? Need a study buddy?"

You shook your head as you two made it to your class. "Nah, just wondering."

***

With school done, and finally at home, you threw your backpack in your room before running towards the lab.

"Whoa there. Where's the fire?" Tony asked, jumping out of the way so you didn't run into him.

"The lab! I want to get some work done before Peter gets here!"

"What about homework?"

"I've finished half at school and the other half later!" And with that you were gone.

By the time Peter came over, you were nearly finished with your project. You just needed a couple more hours and it was done.

Hearing the lab doors open, you barely had enough time to cover it up and place a box on top of it with the words; DO NOT TOUCH on it.

"Whatcha working on (Y/N)?" Peter asked, bouncing towards you.

"Nothing," you answered giving him a smile, he pouted at the answer.

"Awe come on (Y/N/N) you can tell me."

"Let it go kid, she's not going to crack. I've been trying for days now and she won't tell me," Tony said with a shake of his head.

"What can I say? It's a surprise." Standing up, you stretched hearing bones crack. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish my homework." Leaving the two in the lab. "And if you touch the box, I will end you!" you shouted and heard a squeal from Peter causing you to laugh.

***

After a few hours of homework, you walked in the kitchen, needing something to drink and a bit of a break. You noticed Sam talking to Peter and wondered when they became friends. Not wanting to disturb their conversation.

You tried not to eavesdrop, you really did. But when they mentioned Spider-Man, you couldn't help it. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you lingered for a minute to listen.

"You've done a pretty good job looking out for the little guy, Spider-Boy." You heard Sam say, causing you to crinkle your eyebrows.

"It's Spider-Man," Peter said and nodded. "Thanks, its not easy being Spider-Man and going to school. Trying to find that balance is a bit difficult but I've managed."

"It'll get easier," Sam stated. Though Peter thought differently.

"You're what?" you heard yourself saying, as the words finally sunk in. The bottle of water you were holding fell to the floor, rolling away from you as you stared at Peter.

Peter and Sam whipped around when they finally noticed you were in the room.

"(Y/N)," Peter started, jumping over the couch and made his way to you.

Shaking your head, you turned and quickly left the room. I'm suppose to be a genius. I should have figured it out. I'm (Y/N) fucking Stark. Your inner thoughts rambled as you walked towards the garage.

"(Y/N) wait!" Peter called behind you. You were debating whether or not to stop. But you slowed to a stop and whipped around, arms crossed.

"Peter! We're best friends! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I know," he said, frantically making his way to you, "but your dad didn't want me to say anything!"

"Of course he didn't!" you yelled, turning around you stalked off not wanting

Secrets, more fucking secrets.

"Where are you going?"

"I need some air! Don't follow me!"

You weren't sure how long you've been driving. All you knew was that it was dark, cold and you were hungry.

You were about to turn around when your bike made a sound and stopped. Annoyed, you looked down and saw that you were out of gas. Which only annoyed you further.

Getting off, you walked the bike to the side of the road grumbling the entire time. Kicking the bike stand, you took out your phone and texted Happy your coordinates and that you were in need of some gas.

With nothing to do but wait, you leaned on your bike as you scrolled threw your phone lost in thought.

You were so lost in thought, that you didn't hear footsteps coming towards you.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" a male voice said from behind you.

Sighing, you put your phone away and turned around, assessing the three men. Shrugging, you crossed your arms, trying not to show them how scare you were. "Ran our of gas," you said with a shrug.

"Well just keep you company until they get here then," another said.

Shaking your head. "As much as I would love the company, I think I'm going to past."

"Awe come on sweetheart heart, we insist."

"And I insist your ugly asses leave," you stated, and bit your lip. My mouth is going to get me killed.

"What'd you say."

"I didn't think you needed hearing aids. You don't look that old." Shrugging slightly, "but what do I know?" Please shut up.

Growling, the men took out their knives ready for a fight. You weren't sure if you should feel offended that they didn't know you where Tony's daughter or thankful. But you where thankful of Natasha and Bucky and Steve for teaching you how to fight.

And you could stand your ground, provided with the people you were fighting against wasn't someone who trained in the Red Room or two super serum soldiers.

You barely had enough time to ready yourself before the first man took a strike at you. You dodged the tip of the blade by a few inches. And before he had the chance of striking again, you grabbed his arm and twisted it. He yelled in pain dropping the knife.

Before he had the chance of doing something else, you kicked him in the gut pushing him backwards. Another groan and a hiss to his friends for help, all three of them advanced towards you. You managed to dodge a punch but ended up getting nicked by a knife.

Wanting this fight to be done with, you grabbed the knife that was on the ground and threw it, hitting a leg of one of the men. Knowing that will keep him busy for a minute or you, you knocked someone off their feet and hit him on the head with your foot.

One down, two to go.

The man with the knife in his leg had managed to take the knife out of his leg, and started going after you. You ran towards him, and using his chest as leverage, kicking him to the ground as you rolled onto the ground.

You grunted and looked around for some sort of weapon. Eyes finally landing on a thick tree branch, you rolled towards as he started going at you again.

Leaping up, you swung the branch hitting him in the stomach. Clutching his stomach, he leaned forward giving you the perfect chance of hitting him on the head. He fell to the ground unconscious.

"One more t-" you were cut off when you felt arms wrapped around you.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did," he growled in your ear. That's when fear started inching into your mind. Before you were over come with fear, you elbowed him in the guy, turning around once he let you go, and whacked his head with the branch. Which you were still holding, luckily.

Taking a deep shuttered breath, you called for the police, stating you found three unconscious men on the side of the road. And that one of them was stabbed in the leg.

Hanging up the phone, you kneeled down wanted to make sure that you didn't kill the creeps. That's when you had felt someone behind you. "I would ask if you needed help but it looks like-WHOA!" the voice yelled out and dodged the knife before it could hit its mark.

"Peter!" you hissed as you realized who was standing behind you. "I could have killed you!"

"Luckily I have spider-sense otherwise you would have," he said, looking about scared. You had noticed he wasn't wearing his Spider-man suit. It was just Peter. "Where'd you learn how to fight and throw knifes?"

"Bucky and Nat," you answered, making your way to your bike. You rummaged around until you found some zip-ties. Turning your back to Peter, you went over and tied their hands together for the police when they arrive. "And no, Dad doesn't know."

"How'd you get here anyways?" you asked, turning back to your friend.

"Happy gave me a lift," he answered pointing to the car that was sitting behind him. You looked and saw Happy waving to you slightly.

"I only called him a few minutes ago," you stated confused. "And we're three hours away from the city..." Trailing off you knew how they found you. "Where did my dad put it?"

"Put what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Peter," you warned, "if you don't tell me I will stab you in the leg."

"It's on your bike," he rushed out, knowing you were one to keep your threats.

You were going to kill him. You were going to murder your dad.

Because of course he would put a tracker on your bike. Of course he would tell Happy to follow you the minute you left the compound. Because its Tony fucking Stark, who can do whatever he pleases.

Not bothering to answer, (Y/N) walked to the car and grabbed the jug of gas from Happy. Peter following your movements with his eyes. "So," he started once you got closer to your bike.

"What do you what Peter?" you asked, filling up your bike. You were tired, and just wanted to go home and sleep.

"I wanted to talk about earlier. But I guess we can talk about it another time."

You nodded in agreement. This is a conversation you needed when you weren't tired and pissed. "Yeah, that would be nice. Just...just not tomorrow."

"When?"

"I don't know. I just need some time I guess."

Peter deflated, hoping you weren't going to say that. "Okay. Well you know where to find me."

***

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since that night and Peter was started to get anxious. Maybe you didn't want to be his friends anymore.

Truth is, you have forgiven him last week. You just didn't know how to start the conversation.

This was how your three weeks went.

First week, you spent it by completely avoiding Peter, with that Ned and MJ. The both of you not wanting to talk about what happened the Friday before, so they didn't push it.

By the end of Monday, the whole school knew that something happened between the two of you. Because once they get the silent treatment from (Y/N) Stark, they knew they fucked up.

By Friday, they knew that Peter must have done something really bad if it warrant the silent treatment from you for a week.

Week two, you weren't mad now, just disappointed a little. Tuesday, MJ had cornered you and you told her, knowing you needed to vent to someone that wasn't (sorta) involved. And after some curses and name calling, MJ agreed. It was a bit of a dick move of not telling you. Though she had encouraged you to talk to Peter. Get it out in the open.

You tried, you really did. But you didn't know how to even start up the conversation. So you spent the rest of the week figuring it out.

By Wednesday of the third week, MJ was starting to get annoyed with you. So she pulled you to the groups usual table at lunch, ignoring your protest. Ignoring the whispers in the room, you huffed and sat down beside MJ.

Which made you face Peter.

"Sup losers," MJ greeted and took out her sketch book. You just waved and started playing with your food, wondering if Peter was done being your friend.

Which was silly, you were the one that needed time.

"So, why is (Y/N) giving you the silent treatment?" Ned asked Peter, slightly ignoring you.

"She knows Ned, I thought I told you?"

"You did, clearly you guys need a push in the conversation," Ned stated and you glared at him.

"Mm. From what I heard, you're still ignoring the whole team," MJ stated, directed the statement to (Y/N). Peter and Ned's eyes grew in shock as they stared at you. This was news to them.

"You can do that?" Ned asked. "Ignore them and not cave?"

You snorted and shook your head. Taking a breath, you shrugged getting ready to take to them for the first time in three weeks. "It wasn't easy. I caved to all but my dad."

"Who'd you started talking to first?"

"Bucky. I can't stay mad at him for very long. Caved in that Saturday. Then it was Natasha. But that was only because she barged into my room and told me I was being childish and accused me of acting like my dad. Which is not something you want to hear first thing in the morning. So we ended up sparing for the rest of the day."

At this point Tony had figured out you snuck behind his back and made friends with the team. He couldn't do anything about it because you still refused to talk and listen to him. Showing him how stubborn a Stark can actually be.

"Who was next?" MJ urged, sketchbook abandoned. You had neglected to tell her this last week. So yeah, she became more invested in the story.

"Pepper. But that's cuz she scares me more then Natasha."

Ned snorted and shook his head. "You're scared of Pepper Potts?" Daring yourself, you looked up at Peter both thinking the same thing. Pepper can be scary when she needs to be.

"Shut up, Ned." Peter came to your defence and you offered him a small smile.

"So anyways, then it was Bruce." There was a pause as you thought for a moment. "No wait, I lied. Bruce was the first to get me to cave. Then it was Bucky. And I only caved to Bruce that night."

MJ snorted and shook her head. "I'm not even surprised."

"Rude." Poking your tongue at her, causing everyone to laugh. It was crazy how easy it was to fall into your habits before Spider-Man. "It's only because he has a very special place in my heart, okay?"

"Yeah sure whatever you say, nerd."

You huffed and shook your head, not having a comeback to that. "Anyways, Steve was the last that I had forgiven. Though he did the same thing Nat did. Barged into my room and gave a me a lecture about being the better man and come to reason and whatnot. I'm not actually sure what he said I tuned out quarter way through. I had asked him if I said I forgive if he would stop with the lecture. He said yes and that his planned worked."

"Wait, his plan for you to forgive him was to lecture you until you caved?" Peter asked, you nodded. "Wow, just a Steve way to go."

"Right? But I think he missed our talks about books and stuff. Whatever, I missed them too."

"You forgot Barton," MJ reminded you.

"Oh yeah. I couldn't really be mad at him, he wasn't there most of the time. Did bother me that he knew though. Wanda and Vision I couldn't stay mad for very long either and Sam, well I don't know yet."

"What about Thor?" Peter asked.

"Right! Couldn't really stay mad at someone who's been off world."

"And you haven't talked to your dad since?" Ned asked, chewing on his sandwich.

"Yup. I think this is the longest time I've given him the silent treatment."

The bell rang, singling that lunch was over. The four of you stood and threw out your garbage as you made you way out of the cafeteria.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter called. You stopped and turned around to face him. Giving him the go ahead, knowing what he was about to ask. "Can we talk? You know about, well, that?"

You nodded slowly, and started playing with your backpack string. "Yeah. Are you going to the compound after school? We can walk together and talk then?"

Peter's face lit up causing you to laugh. "Yeah sure. Meet you at your locker after school."

School finally over, you were at your locker putting away the books you didn't need and took out the ones you did need.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter greeted just as you closed your locker.

"Dork," you greeted back and the two of you left the school in silence.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Peter finally asked as the two of walked further from the school.

You tilted your head before shaking it. "No not anymore. I'm just, well, just a little disappointed I guess."

Peters' shoulders slumped in defeat. That's worst then being mad. "I wanted to tell you, (Y/N) I swear!"

"I know," you continued noticing Peter's mood, "but I get why Dad wanted to keep it from me. He thinks that if I'm not part of the life as a superhero life I'd stay out of danger. But he also has to understand that everyone knows I'm his daughter, that I'm Iron Man's daughter. And it doesn't matter how much he tries, I'm always at risk of being in danger."

"So I'm forgiven?" Peter asked, looking hopeful.

(Y/N) tapped her chin pretending to dwell on that. Peter's face fell causing you to laugh. "Yeah Parker, I forgive you." Peter pushed you gently as you laughed. "Just no more secrets okay?"

"No more secrets," Peter promised. "So, does that mean I get to know what you're working on in the lab?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Nope, not until its done." Peter pouted but you could see the smile in his eyes. "Oh, I should probably mention that MJ knows about Spider-Man."

"(Y/N)!" Peter exclaimed, "you told her?!"

"Oh relax, I didn't tell her anything. She figured it out on her own. Apparently, you weren't very subtle about it."

"I was subtle enough that you didn't know," Peter pointed out. You frowned as you never thought about it.

"Yeah. That bothers me actually. MJ knew before I did, and I'm suppose to be a genius."

"MJ's just more observant then you," Peter said with a smile. You gasped and punched his shoulder.

"You take that back!"

"Can't take back what's true," Peter laughed and started running, making you run after him.

"Hey kids," Tony greeted as you and Peter walked into the common area. Both of you slightly out of breath.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted with a wave. You just ignored him as you have since three weeks ago.

"I'll see you later Peter," you said instead and started walking towards your room.

"She forgave you and not me?!" Tony questioned. All Peter could do was offer a shrug. Turning around to face (Y/N), he shouted, "you can't keep this up forever!" It was met with the middle finger and Peter's attempt to not laugh. "You're grounded for a week!" This time it was met with a thumbs up.

"At least she's responding," Peter offered, Tony only glared.

So yeah, you've forgiven your dad over the weekend. You kept up the silent treatment just to annoy him.

Bonus (because apparently I have no self control):

“Hey guys?” you asked, and the three of your friends hummed. That Friday found you, Peter, Ned and MJ were sitting in the compound's main area. A movie was playing but none of you were paying much attention. Peter was sitting at the edge of the couch playing on his phone, with your head resting on his lap as you read a book. MJ laid on the floor drawing, and Ned was making something out of Lego's.

“Who would win in a fight? Thor or Carol?”

“Neither. Thor is Carol's fanboy. He wouldn't fight him,” Peter said without much thought.

“Why would they fight in the first place?” Ned questioned. You shrugged, just staring at the pages of your book.

“Maybe Thor turned evil and Carol's the only one available to,” MJ offered.

“That doesn't make sense, he'll never turn evil. He's Thor, the god of thunder.”

“This is theoretical Ned. It's not suppose to make sense,” you say throwing him a look. Closing the book, letting it fall to your chest. “I think Carol would win.”

“Because she's one of the toughest Avengers?” Ned asked.

“No, because she's a woman Ned.” MJ said sarcastically, fist bumping your outstretched arm. Ned rolled his eyes as Peter snorting.

“Okay, who would win between Natasha and Clint?” MJ asked.

“Natasha,” you stated simply. “She wouldn't have to do anything. Just stare at him and he'll stop.”

“I resent that!” Clint said from the vents in the ceiling.”

“You didn't let me finish!” Pause. “And you know it's true! As I was saying before we so rudely interrupted!” yelling the last part, causing everyone to laugh. “They wouldn't fight cause they care about each other.”

“Whatcha talking about kiddos?” Tony asked stopping the conversation.

“Who would win in a fight,” you said not paying attention.

“Ha! Ned you own me 50 bucks!” MJ exclaimed as Ned groaned.

You turned your head and stared at your friends in confusion, not seeing Tony's shocked face.

“They made a bet about you. See how long it would take you take talk to Tony,” Peter explained watching your face as it dawned on you.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Sitting up, you looked behind the couch and smiled sheepishly.

“My baby girl is talking to me!” Tony cried out happily, you rolled your eyes. “That means I'm forgiven!”

“Yup I forgive.”

“Well damn,” he whispered, “just because you know everyone now doesn't mean you get to go out with and fight.”

“Dad, that's not what I want to do at all,” you said propping your elbows on the back of the couch.

“Then what?” Tony asked confused. You were his daughter, he had assumed that you wanted to be just like Iron Man. So he couldn't understand why you didn't want to fight.

“I want to be the guy in the chair.”

“Hey!”

“You can be Spider-Man's guy in the chair, Ned. I want to be the Avengers guy in the chair,” you explained. “Help with the suit upgrades and research. I want to help you and Bruce in the lab and help Steve come up with strategies for missions. I want to become a scientist and help the world in a lab. I can't do that if I'm fighting for the world.”

Tony's eyes started to well as he tried not to let the tears fall. “You really are a Stark!”

“Of course I am. Who else could rival your sass?” He laughed shook his head.

“Okay, okay. You can become an Avenger, just only in the lab.”

“No place I’d rather be.” 

----

Feedback is always welcome.

[fromthadiningtable]

The Boy with the Leather Jacket

Warnings: cursing

(The credit for this entire little mini series goes to @edwardtriggerhandzz MY WIFE, for her idea!!!!)

The world famous Whiskey-A-Go-Go or as you knew it, the place that consistently kept your bills paid. At first, it was a place where you would go see bands and grab a drink with friends and then it turned into your place of employment. You had been going so much that all of the staff began to recognize you and soon knew you by name. You would come in and complain about your job as a nanny, downing shots of tequila and vodka sodas to keep you sane. The complaining seemed to work in your favor, the bartender would pour you heavier drinks and he ended up offering you a job. You were slightly surprised when he offered since you had made it clear that you had no bartending experience whatsoever but he seemed to think that your people skills would suffice. Once the job as a nanny became too much to handle, you finally quit and ended up at the Whiskey one night sulking into a watered down vodka soda. The bartender brought up the offer once more and in your desperation, you agreed to take the job. You were incredibly nervous and anxious about starting a new venture with a totally different skill set than what you were used to but you needed the money it could provide. Your first night was an absolute shit show, you could barely remember what drinks people had yelled at you and where the house vodka was located and then what drinks got which garnish. You were almost in tears by the end of the busy night but when you were handed the cash you had made, the tears were merely an inconvenience at the time. And so, the Whiskey became your home over the next few months as you learned the ropes. You became used to using your memory to take orders and you learned the bar setup fairly quickly. You also enjoyed music, it was a huge passion, so getting to see bands for free was a huge plus as well.

You walked in for your shift tonight and it felt like any other night might feel. The stage was being set up as you walked into the large room and saw roadies setting up amps and various wires around the stage. Your coworkers were bringing in large kegs and cases of beer, as well as several liquor bottles to stock up the bar for the night. One was cutting fruit and glanced up to see you, greeting you like she always did. Everyone was exchanging pleasantries while beginning to prepare for what could be a very busy night at work.

“Hey! Who’s on tonight?” You called out to your boss, who was giving a walk through of the place to what seemed like a manager or agent for someone. He had on a suit and expensive sunglasses, even was sporting a gold chain under the lapel of his shirt.

“London,” He replied, picking up a small piece of trash on the floor leftover from last night. You gave an apologetic look as he tossed it into a trash can behind the bar. You must have missed it while sweeping last night.

“They any good?” You asked once more, hoping it was a band that someone had heard of and not one of those bands that had a great deal of ambition and heart but none of the talent required to keep an audience engaged. Your boss shrugged and continued doing his walk through, he’d always been a man of few words as long as you’d known him.

The night started out slow, the few opening bands didn’t have much of a reputation so the crowd of people that were typically there by this time, were nowhere to be found. You looked up the ceiling and hoped for a moment that a deluge of people would come pouring in through the doors to give you all of the tips you needed. When it seemed like your request was denied, you let your coworkers know you were stepping outside for your break. You really just wanted some fresh air and a few moments to collect your thoughts just in case it did become busy later on in the night. The night air felt cool and there was a slight breeze that made the tiny baby hairs on your head blow over your face. You found a small place against a wall outside to lean against and you closed your eyes for a second, allowing yourself to have some peace.The sounds of the busy L.A. strip filled your ears. There were people talking and even yelling at each other drunkenly, a bottle was smashed, some cars seemed to be racing from the roar of the engines, and then you overheard someone being scolded not far off. You looked from the side of the building to the front where the noise seemed to be coming from. 

A lanky and tall boy with long brown shaggy hair was arguing with one of your favorite bouncers. This happened often and it was typically due to the customer being underage. The Whiskey wasn’t too fond of kids hanging around with only a small number of exceptions, so the bouncers were super strict when checking IDs. You couldn’t really make out what they were saying but could only see the boys eyes getting wide and he was gesturing with his hands. The bouncer seemed to be allowing him to let all of his angry energy out and just sat there with his muscular arms crossed. Getting curious, you began to walk over toward the two of them and possibly amend the situation or at least diffuse it. 

“Dude, I bought these tickets weeks ago, just fucking let me in.” He groaned and shifted his weight around on his feet quickly like he couldn’t sit still. 

“I’m well aware, you’ve told me twenty times.” The bouncer, Greg, still had his arms in place and was guarding the door like some sort of ancient troll at a bridge. You knew he wouldn’t budge, especially for an underage kid who no one recognized. 

“What’s going on?” You looked at Greg to hear his side of the story. 

“This kid bought tickets to see...London? Yeah, London, tonight but little buddy’s underage.” Greg rolled his eyes, already checked out of the entire situation. 

“I love London and I bought these weeks ago, it didn’t say shit about an age limit. People my age are the backbone of these audiences and if you don’t let them get into show then how do you -” He trailed off with his sentence when Greg simply got up out of his chair and took two steps closer to him. They were similar in height but the gangly boy had nothing on Greg who mostly muscle mass. You swore for a second he must have gulped when Greg got even closer and just stared at him. 

“Hey! You know what,” You interrupted the beef with a cheerful tone, “I’m on break so Greg, I’ll kindly escort this gentleman out.” You grabbed his skinny arm that was clad with a leather jacket and immediately got him out of there. Something told you this boy would not be able to hold his own and that he didn’t need to go home with cuts and bruises for pissing Greg off. 

“Are you dumb?” You let go of his arm and glanced back to see if Greg had cooled down at all. Greg was a great bouncer, but he could get rough if someone challenged him enough. 

“Nope, just dedicated.” The two of you turned a corner and were now behind the building, out of sight.

“You must really like this band.” You chuckled a little bit at the grin on this boy’s face. He had to have been fresh out of high school, he seemed so naive and child like in his actions.

He nodded and took a cigarette out of his jacket on the inside. “Yeah, I really do.” He said and raised his eyebrows slightly, taking the cigarette between his teeth and lighting it. He gestured the cigarette toward you and you shook your head, looking down and tucking some hair behind your ear. He continued to puff and look around at the backside of the buildings next to you. You were in a small space behind the stage door, where everyone usually came to smoke. It was vacant now and you assumed it must be getting busier in there now. You had an idea come to mind when you rescued the boy from Greg and you planned to carry this out.

“I’ve got to get back inside but...” you shuffled around and hesitated slightly before saying, “I can get you in. Just stay away from the door until Greg gets off in an hour.”

“Are you serious?” He was looking at you now, eyeing you up and down it seemed like. You nodded and gave him a small smile, letting him know it was okay.

“You are seriously the best!” He came over to you and hugged you, but he caught you off guard. You leaned awkwardly into him, your arms still at your sides as he tried to bear hug you. He felt your stiffened body and quickly pulled away. “Shit, sorry,” he rubbed the back of his head and grimaced slightly. You laughed a little, telling him it was fine and you just weren’t prepared.

“I’ve been told I’m a little much sometimes,” he said, still trying to contain his excitement.

“Is that so?” You laughed again and shuffled towards the door to signal to him you had to get going soon. You walked up to the stage door after he noticed you inch closer to the door. With a burst of confidence, you flung open the back stage door and gestured for him to walk inside. The music was making the walls shake and a smoky haze drifted outside.

“Thank you so much again,” He stopped at the entrance and put his hand on your shoulder. You nodded and said no problem, following after him into the club. You hoped he would stay out of trouble since you were practically risking your job for him, if Greg so much as saw the back of his shaggy head he would be done for.

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The night carried on a little further and business seemed to be picking up. More people were crowding at the bar, a lot of them coming to your section and sitting for awhile or just grabbing a quick drink and heading back to the floor in front of the stage. You didn’t know how many beers you must’ve used out of the cooler or how many empty tequila bottles you had tossed, but you knew by the volume of people coming in and out that it must have been a lot. London was about to come on stage and everyone seemed to gather more and seem larger in number when they were announced. They must have been a pretty popular band around if they had attracted as many people that were in the Whiskey right now. Your hands became busier and your thoughts wandered as you slung drinks like crazy. You had hoped that boy was enjoying the show and that your risk had paid off. You also were thinking about how great a hot bath was going to be after this.

Two more guys appeared in front of you at the bar, one was very handsome and striking while the other was turned around and you couldn’t get a good look at his face. The handsome one winked at you and yelled across the bar top, “Two Budweiser’s please and your phone number.” You smiled back to be polite but you would rather give your number out to people you had had a conversation with or had gotten to know for a little bit.

You reached into the cooler and grabbed two beers, popping the top off with your bottle opener. You set them in front of the two gentlemen, the other had turned around and you saw he was quite good looking as well.

“And the phone number?” The man interrupted your thought process.

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t uh...I don’t,” You stammered, not sure how to get out of this one.

“Surely you have one,” he leaned in closer and his brow was furrowed, seemingly frustrated.

“No I uh...I...” you couldn’t seem to shake the all of a sudden stutter that was hindering your response. His fist clenched and you began to grow a little anxious at his reaction.

“Is this guy bothering you?” A familiar, but also different voice entered the conversation. You looked over and it was the shaggy haired boy again, staring the guy down at the bar. He glanced over to you and you tried to give him a pleading look to make the guy go away, just get his drink and leave.

“Well, um,” You said, looking back and forth between the two of them for a second.

“I think you should just leave, dude.” The boy with shaggy hair defended you finally. You pretended to be cleaning something on one of the coolers below you, avoiding eye contact with everyone now.

“I just asked for her number, calm down,” the handsome man rolled his eyes as he said this. The boy in the leather jacket was growing even more irritated with him at this point. He stepped closer to the handsome men at the bar and kept intense eye contact the whole time. Not only was it a relief he was saving you, but he looked pretty good while doing it.

“She clearly doesn’t wanna give it to you, so fuck off.” He said, and finally slid his jacket off. He set it on the bar in front of you and stayed there standing his ground

“Are we going to have a problem?” The handsome man asked, and now people were starting to take notice and look at the situation happening. You could cut the tension between the two of them with a knife and you feared a fight would ensue any moment. Before you could even turn around to a coworker and get some help, Greg was between them now telling them to settle. You prayed Greg wouldn’t recognize the tall, skinny boy and kick him out as you had feared previously. Greg seemed more focused on the handsome man at the bar, perhaps sensing more hostility from him. After he escorted the handsome man out, the shaggy haired boy seemed to have won and he stood there giving you a smile as you cleaned up more of your area. When the situation diffused, you walked over to him at the bar top.

“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to,” You said, tucking a hair behind your ear once more. He made you nervous, he liked to look at you and with an intensity behind his eyes when he did.

“Hey, no problem.” He made a gesture with his hands as if to say so. You reached into the cooler, grabbed a beer and popped the top, sliding it across the bar top to the boy. He looked at it trepidatiously and took it in his hands after staring for a moment.

“I won’t say anything if you don’t,” you whispered across to him and smiled. You knew he was probably hesitant because of the club rules, and he had just come face to face with the bouncer again, who apparently didn’t recognize him.

“Thanks,” He did a cheers notion into the air and took a sip, glancing at the label. He smiled at you again and you smiled back, thankful that at least one guy tonight wasn’t being a total jerk.

“You wanna grab some food after you get off?” He asked, taking a few more sips of his beer.

“I’d love that but...” you trailed off. He looked at you inquisitively.

“I don’t even know your name.” You said to him, realizing that he had never addressed himself even when you were outside before.

“Oh shit, hey, I’m uh - I’m Tommy,” he seemed to almost bounce up and down with excitement when he talked and it made you giggle to yourself.

“Well, I’m Y/N.” You extended your hand towards him and he took it, shaking your hand gently and staring into your eyes.

“Well then Tommy, give me an hour or two and I’m all yours.” You grinned, and he did the same back to you in victory.

(Alright I already have a part two written and a part three started, just wanted to get a feel for what you guys think of this so far!)

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