#so of i HAVE to go i am getting myself a little treat

[annwrites]

— homelander quotes ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*: | read

❝Did mommy and daddy not teach their little girl respect?❞

❝I could always just make you get on your knees. To either suck me off or lick my boots. Maybe both.❞

❝Do you not like me? I’m a fucking hero! I am the face of this country. Yet you treat me like any other insignificant schmuck on the street. I deserve some goddamn respect!❞

❝Y’know what? That does seem like a good start at fixing things between the two of us. You can have the honor of making me dinner. Maybe we play house for the evening.❞

❝Well, it’s either that, or, once I’m done with my dinner, I carry you over to your bed and have my way with you. Whether you want to or not.❞

❝Oh, honey, I can do whatever the fuck I want.❞ (...) ❝And I think you’re going to like it.❞

❝I know you’re in there. I can hear your heart. So, you can either open the door, or I’ll just break a window and let myself in.❞

❝What? No home-cooked meal for your favorite superhero tonight? And after all that hard work I put into making a meal out of you just twenty-four hours ago.❞

❝You are going to be a good little girl and get to cooking. I’m not asking twice. I’ve been hard at work all day. It’s the least you can do for me after bothering to fly all the way here to keep you company.❞

❝I’m no A-Train, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still love a good chase, sweetheart.❞

❝They’re just the ones who sign my paychecks. See, they work for me. The whole fuckin’ world does. Including you, honey. I’m the real hero. My little tagline where I say otherwise? It’s bullshit. But the people eat it up. They swallow the garbage I feed them with a grateful smile.❞

❝Maybe I should gift you a Homelander pack of panties.❞ (...) ❝I could be with you all day long that way. Right between your legs.❞

❝I’m not going to rape you. If I wanted you on your back with your legs spread, you would be.❞

❝You’re mine,❞ he whispers. ❝You belong to me now. Do you understand?❞

❝You understand me,❞ he continues. ❝Like no one else has ever bothered to. We’re together now. Got it?❞

❝It wasn’t a question. I wasn’t asking. You’re mine.❞

❝If I find out you’re seeing anyone else, you won’t like what happens to him. So, I suggest staying loyal. Not that anyone else could ever compare to me, anyway. I mean, you should be happy about this—that you’re the young woman I’ve chosen for myself. It makes you special. Being mine, that is. A rich superhero. The supe.❞

❝The greatest man in all of America—the world—and I’m all yours.❞

❝We'll, I’d just fucking kill him. I’d kill any man that looked at, or touched you, y'know?❞

❝Because we belong together. I mean, you belong to me. You're my property.❞

❝That's my good girl. Besides, once I got done taking care of business, you'd have nowhere else to go.❞

❝I’d make sure that I’d be the only thing you had left to run to,❞ he says—his tone slightly threatening. ❝In all the fuckin' world.❞ (...) ❝Because I am your world.❞

[prettypinkporkchop]

Okay hear me out!! Could you pleaseee do a Paul x reader where she’s the local nail tech/hair stylist for everyone in town and she gets all the local gossip and she keeps hearing rumors about and ex Paul had wanting to get back together with him so reader confronts him🙂‍↕️

Thank you you da best!🖤

Trigger warning!: mentions of gun, assault, attempted kidnapping!

"Okay, put your hands back under the light." You smile at your client, Libby.

She nods her head and does as told. You start cleaning up your station.

"Did you hear about Bella and Edward getting married this fast? Shotgun wedding?" Libby laughs.

You look up at her and shake your head. "Hey, it's not my business."

Your coworker looks up from cutting her clients hair and looks at you like you're crazy. "You say that, but anytime there's any drama, you soak it up." She laughs and turns back to cut her hair. "Don't worry, me too."

"Well, I mean, the Uley gang and drug deal was a rumor! I doubt it's even true." You look at Libby.

"Have you seen Paul?!" She gasps.

"Not since school, no." You sigh.

Paul was your first and only boyfriend. He treated you as if you were a goddess. You loved him, and he loved you, or so you thought. He randomly ghosted you. He stopped going to school and cut off everyone. You haven't seen him since.

"All of them boys look different." She shakes her head.

----

You lock the door to your shop and turn toward the parking lot to get to your car. Doing so, you see a figure walking toward you.

You panic and unlock your car. You open the door and try to step in but the figure in all black grabbed you and pushed you into the ground.

You feel the concrete hit your head, and you gasp in shock. The man hovers above you, holding you down. Due to his hoodie, you can't make out his face.

"Hey, pretty girl." He chuckles, squeezing your wrists.

"Get off of me!" You scream, squirming.

"No. If you don't quit moving, I'm going to pull my gun on you. Get your ass in the car. You're coming with me."

Suddenly, the man is pulled off of you. You hear punching and fighting and loud cracks.

You sit up and try to collect yourself. Once you look up, you see Paul Lahote. His hair is cut. He is built. He has a tribal tattoo. He's absolutely destroying the guy.

"Paul! Stop!" You turn and see Jared pulling him back.

You look to the ground and see the man lying there unconscious. There's blood on Paul's knuckles and the concrete.

Paul stops, shoving Jared off of him, and then turns to you. He leans down in front of you. His eyes meet yours.

He stops.

Jared stands there for a moment and steps up behind Paul. Paul blinks a few times and then looks over you. "Y/n, are you hurt?" Paul touches your face.

You feel this longing for Paul. His hands feel warm against you. You can't look away from him. He notices and smiles.

"I'm sorry." He chuckles awkwardly.

"Paul.." You breathe out.

"I'm calling Charlie." Jared says.

Paul turns to him and then stands up, nodding his head. "You should head home, y/n." He turns back to you.

-----

You brush the girl's hair in front of you. She's actually Kim's friend.

"That guy got arrested!" Your coworker cheers.

Kim's friend smiles. "Yes! Also, Kim told me that Paul has been wanting to get back with youuuu." She sings the end, pointing up at you.

You pull a section of hair and start cutting.

"I doubt that." You laugh.

"Y/n, shut up! Who came to the rescue?" Your coworker sighs.

"Dawg, anyone would've! It doesn't mean anything."

"Kim says otherwise." Your client smirks.

The door opens, ringing the little bell. You look up at the mirror to look behind you. It's Libby.

"Y/n, I literally am so mad at myself. I was putting away from groceries and hit my nail on my cabinet." She holds her hand up.

You see that it broke in half, and her nail is red and puffy. "Girl!" You laugh.

You finish the girl's hair and sit Libby down.

"I have one more appointment." Your coworker scrolls through her phone.

You nod your head in response and begin taking the acrylic off of Libby's finger.

"I heard about what happened last night." She says awkwardly.

"Yes, I'm super lucky Paul and Jared were there."

"You know Kim, Jared's girl?" She asks.

You nod your hand and start disinfecting her finger.

"She told all of her friends Paul wants you back. How does that make you feel?" She eyes you.

"God. I don't know. I'm just tired of everyone talking about what happened last night. Just because he helped me doesn't mean he likes me! I mean shit, if an ugly ass man was getting beat up, I'd help him!" You rant.

Libby nods her head and bites her cheek. "Sorry, y/n. It's just what I heard. And I know what happened was scary."

"It's okay, Lib. I'm sorry for getting cranky."

-----

The curiosity is just getting the best of you. You're itching to know. You MUST know. Not only that, but for some reason, you want to be around Paul. You miss him as if you are together. Maybe it's just the past. You never not loved this man.

You get off of your couch and get in your car, driving to the rez. You remember where he lives. He's always lived alone because of his family issues.

You walk up to his door and knock. Your heart is pounding. You wait. You wait. There's no answer. You knock again. Nothing.

Just as you turn around, a shirtless Paul is walking up. "Y/n?" He asks.

God, his face and his body.

"Paul.." You breathe out.

"Come inside." He steps up and opens the door, letting you in.

His house hasn't changed in the inside. He's still a neat freak.

"Hang on." He walks into his room.

You sit on the sofa and look around. It's just like how it was in school.

He comes back with a shirt on. "Want anything to drink?" He asks.

You shake your head and look up at him. Your look makes him smile. He sits down next to you and sighs.

"You doing okay since that night?" He asks.

"Yeah. But I came here to ask something." You look at him.

"Anything you want to know, I will tell you." He leans into you. He smells so good. You just want to kiss him, hold him, him hold you.

"Why did you leave me?"

His face softens, and his eyes turn sad. "I didn't want to. A lot of shit happened." He tucks hair behind your ear.

"Do you want me back?" You keep your eyes burning into his.

He gulps and then bites his lip. "Yes."

"Where did you go, Paul?" Your eyes water.

"Sam isn't a gang leader. It's not a gang. Our tribe.. we.." He sighs and then grabs your face. "Will you believe me?" He asks.

You nod your head.

"I am a wolf. We are a pack. We protect our people from vampires."

Your eyes went wide and then you smile. "Paul, that's-"

He stands up, "I'm serious. I can show you. But you're my imprint. My soulmate is what that means. We have a bond. I vow to protect you." He looks down at you.

You stare up and him and see how serious he is. You know that Paul isn't a liar. He never was. Your gut is to trust him.

"Can you show me?" You ask.

Within a few minutes, you're standing on grass, staring at a dark gray wolf. You're not scared. You feel like you belong. You feel safe. You love him.

He walks around the trees and then comes back up to you. He's back as human and has his clothes on. He steps in front of you, worried. He reaches for your hands. "Baby, say something."

Baby. You haven't heard his voice say that in years. You are melting. You realize he still sees you as his baby. You always have been. You always will be.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down. "Paul, just kiss me."

He grabs your waist and presses a long kiss to your lips. The kiss feels begging, wanting, loving, craving, and oh god, how bad you both have missed this.

You pull away, and he pulls you in for another quick kiss. He places his forehead on yours. "I miss you." He whispers.

"I miss you, too. So much. Never leave me again." You whimper.

His grip on your waist tightens, and he shakes his head. "Never again." He kisses you again.

[aniseandspearmint]

I'm going grocery shopping today, then I have to go to Kroger and get the new covid vaccine.

I am going to get a few glass bottle sodas, a thing of vanilla gelato, and some pie (if any looks good) as a treat.

[ineed-to-sleep]

*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it

[captain-lovelace]

[thelastspeecher]

cashier at the woo woo store that is the only local place I can purchase rock and mineral specimens: oh a lava rock with peridot! good choice, that combination will improve your-

me, with a master's in geoscience and just wanting to buy this porphyritic basalt with olivine phenocrysts:

[trans-estinien]

i love being autistic cause sometimes i get a glimpse into how regular people perceive things and its like. what the fuck. what the fuck is that? you live like this? and its normal?? i think YOURE the weird one actually. im fine. thanks though.

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[toastsnaffler]

in a hilarious turn of events my flatmate didn't even know I use any pronouns....

[dandyshucks]

one of these days i will go to bed at a decent time instead of working on projects until midnight 🧍

[miallurk]

In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!

[toytulini]

reeeeeeally wish. it didnt feel. like the needs of my body vs the needs of my brain were actively in fucking conflict with each other in a way that makes it impossible to function or exist

[pepprs]

discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i don’t have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i may or may not have just spent too much money on arctic monkeys albums under the guise of self care (again)

[magnusbae]

I confess, I am... kinda excited ; w ;