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[aria-greenhoodie]

Self care is drawing your dumb gravity falls oc into screenshots with the old man they’re obsessed with.

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[wheelercore]

this movie is pathological

[mogyoiremoa]

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Taehyun - pink

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[sapphire-writes]

Girl In The Bar (modern hospital AU)

Do No Harm part 1 || masterlist || next part

pairing: doctor!Aemond Targaryen x doctor!Reader

summary: Your internship begins at Citadel General Hospital. But your first day does not go according to plan as a familiar face appears.

word count: 4.3k

note: here we go! my little celebration piece, the beginning of a new AU/mini-series! thank you so so much for all the love and support ❤️

warnings below the cut!

warnings: medical terminology, stitches/sutures, mentions of blood, concussions, nausea, referencing spicy times but nothing explicit in this chapter

disclaimer: yall, I am not a doctor, I am simply a Grey's Anatomy stan. If something is off or incorrect please just suspend your disbelief! I am trying my best to make it as accurate as possible but its just for fun!!

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

You’d been preparing for this. That’s what you keep telling yourself as you stand outside the doors of Citadel General Hospital. Four grueling years of med school weren’t for nothing. Your heart beats steadily, only slightly quicker than usual as you take a deep breath to steady yourself. 

You can’t help but stare up at the large building in front of you, watching the sunlight reflect off of the many windows, obscuring the view of the occupants inside.

“Are you going in?” a girl says sliding up beside you, curly brown hair flowing freely around her face. She gives you a crooked smile, tilting her chin to signal you inside. There’s a faded scar across the bridge of her nose along with a dusting of freckles. 

“Can’t believe it’s the first day,” she sighs as the doors open and you follow her inside, “We met at the intern mixer briefly.”

The mixer was held a few weeks ago. You'd met most of the other medical interns and gotten a tour of the hospital. CGH is massive; it’ll take time to learn the lay of the land. You follow her down the hall towards the intern locker rooms. Scrubs wait for you and you hurriedly begin to change into them. Nettles scoops her hair into a large bun on top of her head, wrapping a scrunchie around the mess of curls. 

“Right,” you say, nodding as you remember her, “It’s Annette, right?”

“Nettles,” she corrects, “Family nickname. Though from what I’ve heard, they barely refer to us by our first names.”

“That’s correct,” a guy says, throwing on his scrub top, “Be prepared to change your name to whatever your last name is.”

The guy glances at you, cheeks flushing. He rubs his dark curls out of his eyes, adjusting his light blue scrub top before extending his hand for you to shake.

“Jace Velaryon,” he introduces, squeezing your hand, “Or just Velaryon I guess.”

“Do you know who your resident is yet?” you ask, just as a woman in dark blue scrubs enters the room. Her red hair is held behind a scrub cap decorated with silver eagles. She holds a clipboard tightly in her hands, tapping a pen against the metal.

“Velaryon, Waters, Martell, Snow, and…” she pauses, before reading your last name, “You five. Baratheon will meet you at the nurses' station. Three minutes.” 

You hurriedly lace your sneakers as a locker from across the room slams shut. A woman with long ink-black hair elegantly plaited down her back hurries forward. 

“Thank you Dr. Arryn,” she calls, as the woman leaves the room.

Another young woman hurries from around the corner of lockers, struggling to pull her thick brown hair into a ponytail, “She didn’t say Baratheon, did she?” she asks, as her hair tie snaps. 

You reach into the pocket of your scrubs, holding out the spare you have. She smiles gratefully as she accepts it.

“Sara Snow,” she introduces, “We’re sure she said Baratheon?”

“Sure did,” the girl with the braid says, her dark eyes wide, “Cory Martell. Nice to meet you all for whatever time we have left.”

Jace chuckles nervously as Cory fiddles with her braid, taking a sudden interest in the ends of her hair.  

“What’s that mean?” Jace asks, looking at you all as you don’t respond, “Hello?”

“Ballbuster Baratheon,” Sara says with barely an audible whisper.

“Ah shit,” Nettles says, tilting her head back as she groans.

“Am I the only one who is lost?” Jace asks, “He can’t be so bad.”

Nettles only shrugs but gives you a wink before pushing forward out the door. You hurry after her, the rest of your cohort stumbling not far behind. The nurses’ station is bustling with people; the phones ringing continuously. 

Cory stands up straighter, flipping her braid over her shoulder. 

“Do you see him?” Jace asks, looking down the hallway.

“See who?” a doctor comments, eyeing Jace carefully. 

She’s wearing similar blue scrubs and holding a clipboard, black hair cut bluntly at her chin. 

“Dr. Baratheon,” Jace comments, still looking off in the distance, “Heard he’s a hard ass.”

The doctor raises an eyebrow at him, fire in her cobalt blue eyes. She wets her lips, before folding her arms in front of her, holding her clipboard against her stomach. 

“Very interesting Dr. Velaryon, assuming the scary resident is a man,” the doctor comments, flipping through her charts.

Jace’s face turns beet red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Sara glances at him, a pitying look on her face whilst Nettles attempts to hide her snicker with a cough. You elbow her slightly in the ribs and her eyes widen in feigned shock. 

“I didn’t—” Jace begins to ramble before being cut off.

“I didn’t ask,” Dr. Baratheon says, waving him off, “I’m Dr. Maris Baratheon, you may call me Dr. Baratheon. Not Maris, not Mari, not Baratheon. Is that understood?”

You all nod eagerly, mumbling your agreement, Jace looking rather pained.

“You’re interns,” Maris says, deep blue eyes scanning over you, “Runts—bottom of the food chain. Extensions of me-but don’t get in my way. When I move, you move. You will observe, you will listen and you will learn.”

She lets her gaze fall on each of you as she speaks, her tone not very friendly.

“You are my interns. My responsibility. You fuck up, it falls back on me,” she says, pointing her finger at each of you, “Do you think I like fucking up?”

“No ma’am,” Jace says, shaking his head back and forth. 

“Correct,” Dr. Baratheon says. 

The pager strapped to her waist beeps frantically and she glances down, before nodding; more to herself than to all of you. 

“Let’s move people,” she says, moving down the hallway.

You all begin shuffling behind her, quickening your pace to match the urgency of her walk. 

“I’m an idiot,” Jace says miserably, “She’s going to hate me forever.”

“Probably,” Nettles says with a snicker.

“She won’t hate you, she’ll understand you’re learning,” Sara insists.

“Oh yeah, she seems super understanding,” Cory agrees, but one glance at her reveals her sarcasm. 

Dr. Baratheon stops outside a room before turning back to the lot of you. You all nearly collide with each other trying to stop in time; Jace slams into Sara’s back and she pushes him with her shoulder. Cory reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small notepad and pen. 

“Who has been prepping my charts?” Dr. Baratheon asks, rolling her eyes at your scrambling. Your hand shoots into the air along with the rest of your cohort, “Good, you’re not entirely useless.” 

Dr. Baratheon opens the door, walking inside the airy hospital room. The windows are large, letting in rays of sunlight along with a beautiful view of the Honeywine River. It’s a clear day today, the blue water ripples and sparkles as some boats make their way further down the mouth of the river. 

“Come on in,” Dr. Baratheon insists, “Someone tell me what’s been going on.”

A girl sits on the hospital bed, tubes, and wires twisting away from her, a stuffed lion held tightly in her small arms. Her golden hair lays flat against her head and though her skin is pale, she smiles when Dr. Baratheon enters the room. A woman you assume to be her mother sits beside her, looking tired as she holds a cup of ice. 

“Cerelle Lannister, nine-year-old female,” Nettles begins, lacing her hands behind her back and straightening her shoulders, “Admitted while complaining of fever and muscle spasms localized to the lower body.”

“Thank you, Dr. Waters,” Dr. Baratheon says, walking to check the chart at the foot of her bed, “How are we feeling this morning Cece?”

Dr. Baratheon’s voice changes as she talks to Cece; it takes on a more caring, comforting tone. Cece smiles nervously, turning her flushed face to her mother. 

“She’s okay,” her mother answers, “The spasms seem to be about the same. Nurses said her fever broke last night.” 

“I’ve eaten so much ice, my tongue is numb,” Cece says, sticking her tongue out, “See? I bet it's blue.”

Sara giggles at the action and you can’t help but smile too. You hate seeing such a young kid in the hospital, it makes your chest tighten. 

“No blue tongue. But I guess you’re not interested in ice cream for dessert later?” Dr. Baratheon teases. 

Cece’s eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously.

“Let’s not talk crazy now,” she squeaks, “I am always interested in ice cream.”

“Just making sure,” Dr. Baratheon says, cracking her first smile of the day, “Dr. Snow, how would you proceed?”

Sara stiffens at the sound of her name, clearing her throat. 

“Muscle spasms can indicate an overuse of the muscle or perhaps an electrolyte imbalance,” Sara begins, as though reciting from a textbook, “I would make sure she’s getting enough fluids and rest, get some labs done to confirm.”

“And after that?”

“Potentially a CT scan and MRI to rule out any potential nerve damage that may be contributing to the spasms.”

“What about the fever?”

“Fever is an immune response that indicates potential infection,” Cory interrupts, “We want to rule out a viral or bacterial infection.”

“Which first?”

“Rule out the infection first,” you interject, causing Dr. Baratheon to turn to you, “More likely bacterial than viral. Ms. Lannister doesn’t have symptoms.”

“Alright, yes,” Dr. Baratheon agrees, “What should we do if we think it's bacterial?”

“Gather a culture,” you continue, “Skin, nose, saliva. Run labs for those as well to rule them out.”

“Well Cece,” Dr. Baratheon says, turning back to the child, “You’ve got a competent group of doctors caring for you. We’re going to do our best to get you better.”

Mrs. Lannister squeezes her daughter's hand. Cece smiles shyly, holding her stuffed lion closer to her chest. 

You stand in line for lunch in the bustling cafeteria. Quick lunch, and then off to run for labs for Cerelle Lannister. Different options are laid out in front of you as you drag your tray alongside Jace’s. He’s still moping-- has been all morning. Sara rolls her eyes at him as he drops a banana onto his plate.

“You need to chill,” she tells him, reaching for a turkey club. 

“How do I come back from this?” Jace asks, reaching for a cup. He moves to the soda machine, choosing to fill it with cherry coke, “She wants me dead.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you tell him, fighting a smile.

“I’m serious!” he says, eyes wide, “She could make or break my entire career based on this slip-up, put me in the pit for the year.”

You decide on a chicken Caesar wrap before scanning the cafeteria for a free table. You spot Nettles a few tables away, leaning back in her chair and munching on a bag of potato chips. She waves you over and you motion to your colleagues to follow. 

“So you’ll do the time, pay your dues, all that jazz,” you console Jace.

“Yeah, but--shit!” Jace yelps as you reach the table, his cup falling to the floor. Reddish brown liquid blooms on the white floor and Jace groans, “This day keeps getting worse.”

“C’mon, let’s get some paper towels,” Sara says, putting her tray down and grabbing Jace’s arm.

Nettles watches them walk away, unmoving from her spot as you take the seat beside her. 

“What a drama queen,” Nettles comments.

“I mean, if I pissed off Ballbuster Baratheon, I’d be pretty upset too,” you tell her, giving a sympathetic smile.

“You’re too smart to make that mistake,” Nettles comments, and a pleasant prideful feeling lodges in your chest. 

You smile at her.

“Thanks,” you tell Nettles and she shrugs.

“Just being truthful,” she says, “I briefed everyone before we started. You’re rather impressive.”

“You briefed everyone?”

“I like to know who I’ll be working with,” she says nonchalantly. 

You nod, impressed by her dedication. You take a bite of your wrap, wincing slightly at the soggy texture of the lettuce. It’s edible. You doubt you’ll have anything to complain about when the hospital is working you into the ground. Your eyes scan the cafeteria as you chew, taking in the other doctors in the cafeteria. 

Your eyes drift over to a pair of residents near the vending machine; a man and a woman both with strikingly platinum blonde hair. The taller of the two has it pulled away from his chiseled face and into a low bun. As he turns your heart drops into your stomach. 

“Shit,” you whisper, feeling the blood drain from your face. 

“What?” Nettles asks, examining her half-eaten sandwich, “I mean it's bad, but not that bad. They have hot dogs on Fridays.”

“Not the food,” you explain, “The doctor.” 

Nettles follows your gaze toward Aemond as he’s lost in conversation with the other resident. Her eyes flicker between you two, eyebrows raising to her hairline. 

“You know him?”

“Know who?” Cory asks as she arrives, sitting in the empty chair beside you, “This food looks nasty…”

“I need to go,” you tell them, standing with your tray, “I need to--” It’s too late when you realize you’d stepped right into the spilled soda, your feet going out from under you.

You drop onto your back with a loud thud, head smacking against the linoleum floor.

“Fuck! Are you okay?” Nettles asks, crouching beside you. You blink rapidly, stars in your vision from the impact, “Shit, Y/N you’re bleeding don’t move! Head injury, you could have internal bleeding-”

“I’m okay,” you insist, trying to sit up, “I’m just….woah.” A wave of nausea rolls through you and you lean back against the ground, “Maybe I do just need a moment.”

Your vision blurs but you can see his lean silhouette in the distance. Through your haze, you swear you see his body language change, his posture stiffen, and your lunch lurches in your stomach. 

“You’re concussed,” Jace insists crouching beside you, “Don’t move. You’ve cut your head too…”

“My head?” you ask, bringing a hand to your temple, feeling wetness on your palm, “Fucking hell.”

You’re staring blankly at the ceiling, mortification settling in your bones as your colleagues chatter around you. 

“What is going on?” Dr. Baratheon’s voice echoes through the cafeteria, “Y/L/N?”

“Yes Dr. B?” you mumble, earning a chuckle from Cory.

“I’m going to let that one slide because you’re likely concussed,” Dr. Baratheon says, “Velaryon, Waters, get her to a bed.” She grumbles, moving on with Cory and Nettles, “I’d like to keep my interns in one piece please.”

The night before the first day of your internship you couldn’t sleep. Call it nerves, call it excitement, one thing was for sure; there was no way you were finding sleep at a reasonable hour. So you decided to grab a drink. Something to calm your nerves. 

Just a few blocks from your studio apartment was a small hole-in-the-wall bar, the Dragon’s Den. One drink to calm your nerves, that’s all you needed. You’d sat at the bar alone for a while, sipping your wine and reading yet another smutty romance on your Kindle.

You’d noticed him come in, of course. It was hard not to notice him. 

He was truly beautiful; with striking platinum hair braided away from his face and down his back. Chiseled jawline, long straight nose, and those eyes. One violet, one blue, watching you from across the room. Your cheeks warmed as you buried your nose back into your book.

He’d caught you staring. 

He’d joined you at the bar; slightly awkward, but confident enough to strike up a conversation with you. Ask what you were drinking. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and count the veins winding their way up the back of his hands.

“You’re a long way from Riverlands,” you’d commented as he’d told you where he was from.

“My sister dragged me out,” he’d told you, “I’ve just recently moved back here, to be closer to family.”

“I have a new job starting tomorrow,” you’d told him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Congratulations,” he’d said, smiling as though he genuinely was happy for the stranger he met at the bar.

He’d bought you a drink, saddled up next to you. Listened intently as you spoke to him about your hobbies, your interests. Watching you the entire time with intense focus. 

“I don’t normally do this,” he’d insisted as you pulled him towards you outside the bar.

“Me either,” you agreed. It didn’t matter if it was true or not; it's what people say when they make reckless decisions. 

Fingers fisting into his button-down shirt, you’d pressed your lips eagerly against his. You hadn’t been kissed like this in forever. Hadn’t been touched like this, been fucked like this. 

You’d brought him home, walking the short distance hand in hand taking breaks in between for him to press you against the brick walls of the buildings you passed, let you wrap your legs around his waist as he kissed the life out of you. 

You’d stumbled into your apartment desperately peeling the clothes from your body and his. Greedy hands, greedy mouths, and lipstick smeared across his cheeks and chest. Fingers, tongue, a combination of the two, and then his cock splitting you in half, pounding you into the mattress. 

He’d made you cum five times. 

Five times, during a one-night stand. You could barely feel your legs as you drifted off to sleep. 

You’d woken early the following day, stumbling out of bed and into your small kitchenette as the lanky stranger gathered his things. 

“Aemond,” he’d told you, with a shy grin as he entered his number into your phone.

How anyone could be shy after that bedroom performance was beyond you. 

“I’ll text you,” you’d promised him, as he opened the door.

“Have a great first day.”

Somehow, Jace and Sara get you to a bed, secluded with some curtains. You can’t believe he’s here. He’s a resident. In every hospital possible, it had to be this one. By the looks of it, he wasn’t expecting to see you as well.

The curtain opens and an attending enters the small bedside area, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. Dark hair and eyes he glances up at you, a small smile on his lips. 

“Not every day an intern lands in a hospital bed,” he comments, ushering you forward. 

You sit up, groaning slightly at the throbbing in your head. 

“Didn’t do it on purpose,” you grumble, and he flashes you a grin. 

“Follow the light,” he softly commands, clicking his penlight and moving it in front of your face.

You blink, but obey; following the bright light. 

“Good,” he murmurs, “Now follow my finger.” He does the same motion with his finger, “Pupils look good, any pain?”

“Just where I hit,” you tell him, “Will I need stitches?”

“Just a few,” he says, bringing a gloved hand to move your hair, “A small split. Bleeds a lot more than it's worth.”

“Not my first rodeo,” you tell him, as he reaches for some gauze, “You’re the neuro attending?”

“One of them,” he comments, applying some dap gauze to your wound, cleaning it gently, “I’m Dr. Cole.” 

You tell him yours and he nods, a glimmer of recognition in his eye. 

“I read your resume,” he muses, discarding the bloodied gauze, “Your thesis was very interesting.”

“Thank you,” you told him, remembering your research, “I enjoy research a lot.”

“Plenty of opportunities here,” he says, removing his gloves, “I’ll have Dr. Targareyn come stitch you up.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, “Can’t I just use some butterfly bandages?”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips.

“Don’t want to scar up that pretty face,” he comments, “Targaryen doesn’t mind, he enjoys the practice.” 

You chew on your lip as Dr. Cole leaves the room. Several moments later the curtain opens and Aemond steps forward. He’s just as beautiful as last night and your pulse quickens remembering your time spent together. 

“Hey,” you manage as Aemond clears his throat. 

Aemond stands awkwardly stiff, before moving to the stool Dr. Cole previously occupied. He doesn’t speak, just uses his long legs to pull himself closer to you. He readies a tray, grabbing a suture kit and lidocaine. You watch his tense, calculated movements before he turns to you. 

“This may sting,” he murmurs, as the tip of the needle enters your skin causing you to wince. 

The lidocaine works fast, and the area begins to tingle with numbness. Carefully disposing of the needle, Aemond grabs the suture and begins his work. You can feel his hands on you, and watch his face as he stares at his handiwork. 

He won’t meet your eyes. 

“We didn’t know,” you tell him, feeling the tugging of the sutures, “Aemond-”

“No,” he answers, “You’re right of course. No harm, no foul. But this can’t happen again. I’m your superior.”

“Superior? It’s not like you’re an attending,” you tell him. 

“No but I’m in a position of power and authority over you,” he continues, “The implications of a workplace relationship between the two of us would be an uneven distribution of power.”

“Okay, we slept together once,” you tell him, “No one’s saying we’re in a relationship-”

“Then you agree,” he counters, “We shut this down before it really starts.”

That’s not exactly what you were thinking as you reminisce about the previous night. Staring into his eyes only makes your cheeks grow hotter, a nervous sweat begins to form on your brow. 

“Is that what you want?” you ask, your heartbeat suddenly noticeable; a gentle flutter against your ribcage.

“It’s not about want,” Aemond insists, avoiding your gaze and focusing solely on his suturing, “It’s about being dutiful, and doing what’s right. What’s expected of us.”

Goodbye guy in the bar, you think to yourself, heart sinking slightly at the thought.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him as he cuts the final stitch, “I’m not going to say anything.”

“You’re all set,” he tells you, moving to stand, “Think you can take them out on your own in a week?”

“If not, I know where to find you,” you quip.

Aemond stands next to the tray of instruments, freezing as he awkwardly glances at you sideways. His posture is tense. You let out a nervous breath at his startled reaction. The sex god you met last night is nowhere to be found. He flexes his hand before shoving it into the pocket of his white coat. 

“That was a joke,” you tell him, earning a curt nod, “One week. Got it.”

You hear the sharp voice of Dr. Baratheon call your last name before the curtain is yanked back. Her eyes find Aemond immediately, lips forming a tight pout.

“Dr. Targareyn,” she says apprehensively, as though she’s watching him very carefully. 

Aemond nods acknowledging her before she turns to you.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, “I have to run those labs for Cerelle Lannister-”

“Martell is covering that,” Dr. Baratheon cuts you off, “You have a head injury. I want you home for the remainder of the day.”

“Dr. Baratheon-” you insist, but she holds up her hand.

“Come back tomorrow,” Dr. Baratheon tells you and reluctantly nods. 

You suppose going home isn’t the worst idea. 

“Let’s get you an Uber,” Dr. Baratheon says.

“I can drive her,” Aemond says suddenly. His eyes are wide before he casts his gaze to the floor as if he can’t believe the words left his mouth.

You watch him carefully.

“Okay,” you tell him. 

Aemond’s car is nice. Clean, like he just bought it. He very well might have, now that you think of it since he moved to the area so recently. The ride is silent besides the sound of the air coming through the vents. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, as he pulls up to your apartment complex.

“No drinking any alcohol,” Aemond says, still not meeting your eyes, “Make sure to get plenty of rest and monitor your symptoms. Do not feel any pressure to come back to work tomorrow if you’re not up for it.”

You nod and his gaze flickers to your face. He wets his lips, tongue darting out quickly. It might be the concussion, but you can remember how it felt. How he tasted. Fuck. 

“I got it,” you assure him, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He nods, unlocking the car doors before getting out. Aemond walks around the front of the car, opening the door for you.

“I’ll walk you up,” he insists, and you nod, taking the hand he offers. 

He remembers your unit. The entire elevator ride is full of tension as you wait to reach your floor. As you walk down the hallway. As you get to your door.

You turn to him, wanting to invite him inside if only for a cup of tea to thank him for being so kind. If only to keep him near your longer. 

But Aemond nods curtly as you unlock the door.

“Have a nice day, Dr. Y/L/N,” he says, turning on his heel and heading down the hallway. You watch him flex his fingers again, before shoving them into his pocket. 

“Goodbye Aemond,” you call, and he pauses, hand outstretched to press the elevator button.

His head dips for a brief moment before he straightens up as the elevator doors open and he disappears inside. Your heart hammers as he turns, giving you a nod once more, before the doors close obscuring him from your view. 

You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Before tucking yourself into your bed, you lean against your window which gives a view down to the front of the apartment. Clouds have gathered and fat drops of rain begin to fall, splashing onto Aemond’s car still parked below. You watch as the lights come on, but he stays idling a moment more.

Your phone vibrates. 

Reaching for it you can’t help but smile as you see the message.

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[imtryingbuck]

Eighteen part two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 2,240

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

A/N pt 2: when I saw the duck tattoo I screamed, no joke I screamed! Make sure you have a look it’s so bloody cute!

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They spent the rest of the night and early hours of the morning apologising, promising to make up for their mistakes. All three guys crying when she told them how much they had broken her heart, the guilt still there front row and centre but she promised them that it was all forgiven.

Steve and Sam had begged for forgiveness for not being there for her but she reassured them that all was forgiven, that it was time to move on.

Even though all three of them had hurt her and they hadn’t done anything to help her when she needed at least one of them the most, she had forgiven them. She missed them more than anything, they were the other part of her fractured soul.

She didn’t want to hold any grudges against them.

For a whole month Y/n caught up with her boys, caused mayhem just as they did a few years ago.

It was as if nothing had changed.

They didn’t understand what was happening when they showed up to Howard’s and Maria’s house to take Y/n out for the day when she opened the door where they could see two suitcases by her side.

“Bun? You’re leaving again?”

“Yeah only for two months, going to travel with Nat and Wanda. Isn’t that so exciting?” She smiles.

“Yeah, yeah how come you didn’t tell us?”

“I was a bit busy catching up with you guys…”

“Is it going to be just you three?”

“No Pietro, Clint and Vis are coming too”

“Who’s Clint and Vis?”

“Clint’s Natasha’s boyfriend and Vis is Wanda’s”

“Will you be coming back?” Steve asked.

“Yeah of course, then I’ll start my new job. I can’t wait”

“What job?”

“You know Mr Stan? Well he’s given me a job as his accountant”

“I’m so proud of you Bun”

“Thanks Duck-“

“Y/n come on love we’ve got to go” Maria interrupts as she checks over the plane ticket and double checking that Y/n had enough money.

“Okay momma, give me a hug then boys”

For the two next two months Bucky was out of his mind. He wouldn’t sit still for long periods at a time. He had gotten a taste of the happiness he had for years, went without for three years and then he got it back just for it to leave with Y/n once again.

“Buck she’ll be home in a few days”

“It’s been too long man”

“Are you going to tell her?” Sam asks.

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re madly, hopelessly in love with her?” 

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah right and I’m Captain America” Steve snorted from the kitchen.

“I’m not in love with Bunny. And plus she’s got a boyfriend and I’m seeing…shit what’s her name?”

Sam burst out laughing, nearly sliding off the chair and Steve shook his head “Lily, Bucky her names Lily”

“Yeah I’m seeing Lily”

“How’s that going Buck?” Sam says as he calms down.

“Great, it’s going great”

“Bullshit she told Sarah that when you two fucked you kept calling her Y/n.”

“No he didn’t!” Steve gasped. Between me and you he already knew.

“Yeah and it’s pretty much the same with every girl he’s slept with, he calls them Y/n’s name” okay Steve hadn’t heard that before.

“Fuck off man, it’s not been with all of them” Bucky weakly tries to defend himself, again just between me and you what he just said was a big fat lie.

“L to the I to the A right down to the R, guess what that spells Buck… liar.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh and plus you have a bunny tattoo on your chest” It was true. On Bucky’s eighteenth birthday he went to the tattoo studio to get his first ever tattoo, he saw it in the book as he flipped through it halting his movements as he saw the cute bunny. It was a lot smaller but he asked the tattooist if he could have it bigger which the guy said yeah, Bucky had him also add the small love heart.

Over the year he got a few more added to his body but his bunny that sat just over his heart was his favourite of them all.

“Don’t mean I’m in love with her”

“Yes. Yes it does.”

“No. No it doesn’t.”

“Steve help me out here man” Sam begs.

“I’m not getting involved. But Bucky your in love with Y/n/n”

Groaning Bucky stands up “fuck you both I’m going out to see Lucy”

“Lily!”

“Yeah her, bye”

“I’m sorry Y/n” Pietro says wiping her tears.

“No it’s okay, I understand honestly”

“I just don’t want to hurt you baby”

“I know Pieface just don’t die please and please be safe”

Laughing sadly at the nickname she had given him he nods with a promise that he’ll be safe.

“I do love you Y/n/n”

“I love you too Pietro”

Giving one final long hug they separate from one another, she watches as he walks through the doors to the airport wiping her fallen tears she smiles and waves at him as he looks back at her, giggles fall from her lips as he pulls a funny face to her.

“Won’t you be able to see him in a few months?” Wanda asks softly.

Shaking her head Y/n shrugs “h-he broke up with me”

“You what?”

“Yeah, he said he doesn’t want to hold me back and wants me to live my life whilst he’s away”

Pietro had told her a few weeks before coming back home that he signed up for the Army and had been accepted. Though he did love her he didn’t want her staying at home worrying about him, he wanted her to experience life and who knows when he got back they could rekindle their relationship, though Pietro knew it was unlikely. He knew that Y/n loved him but he also knew that she was in love with Bucky, and for him there was no way he was going to get in the way of her happiness even if that wasn’t with him and to be truthful he was okay with it.

“Y/n/n I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, it’s fine honestly. Let’s go home I’m missing my bed.”

“I still can’t believe you’re not coming to college with us” Nat says as she pulls on her seatbelt yanking it a little to hard when it gets stuck.

“I know but it’s just not for me you know”

“It’s not going to be the same” Wanda says.

“I guess but you two can’t get another me to add in to your friendship group or I’ll cry”

“Definitely not happening, if another female tries to be our friend we’ll kick them” Nat says seriously.

“Don’t kick them Jesus that’s a bit harsh, just say “no you can’t be our friend because we already have the bestest one” but please don’t kick them”

“I’m kicking them”

Saying her goodbyes as she’s dropped off at home her eyes start to sting with the amount of tears she’s cried. They all promise that they’ll meet up as soon as they can.

As she tells her parents of her adventures and shows them all the photos she had taken, she hands them their gifts.

“You didn’t have to get us anything angel” Howard says loving the pyramid paperweight she had gotten him.

“Alright I’ll take them back”

“Touch it and I’ll bite you”

Gasping she looks at her mom “momma did you just hear what he said?”

“I did sweetie but I have to agree your not taking these back” admiring the snow globe she had gotten, already knowing exactly where it was going, adding it to the collection she had been collecting since she was twenty.

“Where’s Antonio?”

“I’ve told you time and time again not to call me that, hey baby sis” hugging his sister he checks the bag for his gift.

“It’s not in there Tone, it’s outside”

“What have you gotten me?”

“A car”

“Holy shit! Really? I knew there was a reason why I kept you around”

“Yep come on” Her, Tony, Howard and Maria make their way outside.

“Whe-what the hell is this Y/n?”

“A car” she laughs along with her parents as Tony picks up a toy car off the ground. “I brought you a car”

“You’re such a little shit!” He laughs along. “Oh nice new tat”

“Cheers”

“You got another one?” Maria asks wanting to see it.

“Yeah it’s a turtle his names Sid, isn’t he cute?”

“Sid?” Howard questions.

“Yeah, we went to a sea life centre and we got to meet Sid the turtle, so naturally I had to add him to the collection”

“Obviously” Tony rolls his eyes.

“Anyway I’m going to go to the boy’s apartment and give them their gifts see you later”

“Be careful!” Maria calls out.

Panting as she knocks on the door she nearly collapses into Sam’s arms when he opens the door.

“Jesus Y/n, Holy shit guys Y/n’s back!”

“I can taste blood in my mouth is-is that normal?” She asks.

“Are you alright?”

“No Samuel I’m not alright I’ve just walked up a trillion stairs just to get here! Why do you have to live so far up?”

“It’s easier when the elevator works” he grins.

“Hey Y/n/n” Steve says hugging her.

“Hi Stevie”

The three of them hear hurried footsteps coming towards them and when they look they see Bucky rushing down the hallway “shit, Bunny you’re back! I nearly fell in the shower trying to rush to get out” he pants pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

“I-I-I’m sorry but…Ducky…”

“What’s up Bun?” He follows her eye line and he’s realised his mistake. In his rush he managed to pull on some shorts but no shirt.

Meaning that she can see the bunny tattoo.

And unbeknownst to either one, they don’t realise that Sam and Steve have their eyes trained on the tattoo she has on the top of her spine.

“That’s a bunny” she points of the obvious.

“Yeah, yeah it is”

“Why?”

“For you”

“When did you get it done?”

“On my eighteenth birthday”

“And it’s for me?” Watching as he nods “can I?” He nods again to the unspoken part of her question, his skin tingles as she reaches out and runs her fingers over the delicate lines.

“Oh Duck it’s beautiful”

“Your hiding your own little secret aren’t you Y/n” Sam smiles.

“What are they talking about Bun?”

“I-um-I got this done on my eighteenth birthday” she says turning in his hold to show him her tattoo.

“Bun, it’s us. Can I?” It’s her turn to nod at his unspoken words she gasps lightly when his cold fingers trace the lines, he’s so mesmerised by the details and polka dots that he simply couldn’t stop touching it. “Bun it’s so beautiful”

“It was my first tattoo, obviously”

“So was mine”

“I actually feel really left out” Sam admits wrapping his arms around Steve’s “Stevie they don’t love us”

“That’s not true because-“ she rolls her sleeves up to her elbows and shows them the tattoos she had gotten for them ‘♡ S.R ♡ ♡ S.W ♡’ with a love heart on the top of her forearms. Not batting an eye at the scars the two boys lean in as Bucky leans over her shoulder.

“Who’s who?” Sam grins “but Y/n you actually got our initials tattooed on you?”

“Your obviously SR idiot and yeah of course I did, these were my second tattoos”

“B-but we weren’t friends at the time” Steve says as he eyes the long jagged scars.

“Well you three were a massive parts of my life and the reason why I got the duck and bunny on my back was because Bucky was the first person to see the scars once they where heeled and he never once judged me so”

“Y/n…”

“Anyways you want your presents, I’m like Santa but less cool” she moves out of Bucky’s hold and makes her way over to her bag and started to pull out the gifts, laughing as Sam stands there with his eyes closed and hands out stretched. Steve shakes his head at the guy.

Bucky, well his eyes are trained on his Bunny.

He knew he was in love with her since he was fourteen and now he wonders if she feels the same. 

“So how’s you and Peter doing?” Bucky asks as they wait for Steve and Sam to come back with the pizzas.

“Pietro, and he broke up with me”

“What? Why?”

“He joined the Army and he said he didn’t want me to be waiting around on him, that it wasn’t fair for him to do that to me so yeah”

“Bun I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I actually understand why he did it you know? And there’s no hard feelings about it.”

When the boys got back laughter filled the apartment as the boys filled her in on what they had been up to during them two months she wasn’t with them and her telling them about her adventures.

It was way past midnight when Sam stretched and looked over at Y/n and Bucky curled up on the couch fast asleep.

“Steve, how long you think she’s been in love with him?” He whispered so he wouldn’t wake the pair up.

“I think just as long as he’s been with her”

And Steve was right.

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[n3ptun3e]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ gentle hands ♡

Shisui who touches you oh so gently

• Fluff, Shisui Uchiha x fem!reader

•A/N: one more for you shisui stans☆〜（ゝ。∂）

It is a well known fact that the great shunshin no shisui passed most of his time training since he was a little boy, hands calloused by years of harsh training and multiple battles, muscles ripped with strength, strong legs that earned him his reputation across nations and messy curly hair accompanied by a broad nose and a warm grin. yes, that was Shisui. And although the boy was very dear to all, anyone with eyes could see how the Uchiha all but stuck to your side, arm draped across your shoulders as he leans close to your ear and whispers something that make the both of you laugh, always popping into existence, warm hands on your sides, scaring the shit out of you and anyone within range, ninjas tsking “kids these days”, making you blush and glare at him with a exasperated look on your face, him responding with a sheepish smile, chuckling, making it hard for you to contain your own, him reading you like a book and playfully squeezing your sides, a silent apology, there’s something endearing in the way he looks at you as his thumb slips underneath your shirt and gently rubs your waist, his warmth sending chills down your spine. “come on, don’t be so uptight! you should be used to it by now” he winks at you, letting you go, hands going to the back of his head as he asks you what you’re up to, filling you in in his last mission “really, i wish you’ve seen the way these people used katon in such a intriguing way in their daily lives. it really makes me wonder just how different yet similar we and people all across the world are..” he would ramble on and on, telling you all sort of interesting things he has come across, he just doesn’t want to stop talking to you🥺 asking you about your own missions and your opinion on this new technique he’s working on and what do you think about going to this new restaurant to try the food there? (sigh…you don’t even realize you’re on a date with how natural everything feels around him, it’s almost impossible to stay sad with him around, always trying to make you laugh somehow, giving you that dammed soft look each time he manages to make you laugh, making these stupid butterflies flutter on your stomach until it’s too late and you’re feeling his warm hands cupping your cheeks oh so gently, thumb sweeping across the soft skin, looking down at you with a warm smile on his face. it’s different from his usual smiles, a sort of quiet intimacy and tenderness on his face.)

Besides sometimes acting like a idiot he was born and raised in a well know and strict clan, he does know manners. always opening up the door for you, offering to pay for your meals together, always, always accompanying you home even though he knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, he can’t help but worry okay? he just has this protective streak over you, all but following you around like a puppy, offering to carry your groceries, bags, whatever it is. he’s no show off but he’s pretty confident when it comes to his strength so he’ll stick around until you can’t handle it anymore:D

A/N: Mm i don’t know if i like this, i know it’s pretty incomplete but i wanted to give you guys something at least:D sorry for any spelling mistakes, those are just some random thoughts about him, i hope you guys like it~♡ btw i will be opening up asks since i want to write more for him but i have no idea what to actually write haha feel free to send me asks, but i can’t promise i WILL actually write your request since it’s only so my creativity can actually spark and make my head work^_−☆

[goest-and-fuckest-thyself]

Not Without You

Soldier Boy x OC!

Summary: Ben, (Soldier Boy,) is fresh out of cryo in Russia, fresh out of the destruction of the building downtown, and he wants his deserts from Butcher. When he asks for one more condition, Hughie expects another name on the kill list. But when Ben pulls an old photo from his wallet depicting his best friend, the first female Supe, the boys understand that there’s more to this situation than they bargained for. Will they find who Ben is looking for, old and frail? Or will they find a gravestone with her name on it?

Follows the boys plot (mostly) with some interludes for my own subplot.

🔥Warnings!🔥

All my works are 18+ I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FAKE PAGES AND/OR RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYONE WHO READS MY CONTENT!!! LEGAL USERS BE ADVISED, I SHALL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR FALSIFICATIONS OF AGE ON THIS SIGHT!

CW: Only other thing I can think of is language and slightly asshole-ish themes. (Soldier Boy being mean to Hughie.)

“If you’re looking to play headsman again, bruv, it’s gonna have to wait this time,” Butcher chimed as Hughie gave him an incredulous look. The boy hadn’t much liked Soldier Boy, let alone think it was a good idea to be indulging him so. Now he wanted another person dead? It was too much for poor Hughie too handle.

“S’not like that,” Ben riffled through the box of his old keepsakes and belongings, picking up a wallet. He stood from the table as he unfolded it and picked out an old picture, worn at the edges and yellowed with time.

He handed the picture over to Butcher, who thoughtfully held it before him with a smirk.

“Reminiscent, are we?” the Brit teased as he handed the photo to his young friend. Hughie’s eyes widened before his brow creased.

“I remember her,” the kid mused brightly, “that’s Eris, the first female supe.”

“That’s my best friend, dick-fuck,” Ben snapped at the young man before snatching the photo from his fingers. Ben couldn’t help but stare at the printed image of her face, hoping to see her in person again soon.

“Hate to break it to you mate, but Vought said she died in the same explosion you did. She wasn’t in Russia with ya, and we barely knew where you were. How’re we supposed to know what’s happened to her?” Butcher asked.

Ben’s jaw clenched tightly as anger rose in his chest. He had to remind himself to stay calm, lest his new powers took over and brought down another building. It’s was already enough that Stan had sold him out, but her? Oh, Ben would make Stan and the whole of Vought pay for anything they did to her.

“I don’t give a shit how you do it, just get me the info. Or I’m not helping you with home-fucker,” he demanded.

~*~

With the right people being given the right motivation, meaning threats and a beheading, the team was able to track down info on Ben’s new prize.

The bunker was dark, mildew clinging to the scent of the air like a damp unfinished basement. Ben never cared for the smell, not even as a child when he would escape to the root cellar tunnels and find his way to her house. He didn’t pay much mind to it now, with the electric tingle running up and down his spine distracting him from doing anything but looking around the flashlight illuminated space.

The walls were lined with shelves of boxes, files, even books. Some tables, obviously left hastily abandoned judging by their disheveled state, held open folders and spilled coffee mugs. None of the labels on anything looked remotely interesting or useful to Ben as he made his way deeper into the room. There had to be something here.

“Look at this,” Hughie called from behind Ben’s position in a corridor of shelves. The supe turned to see the young man leafing through an open desk file. Ben’s stomach flipped, stalking back to where the curly headed kid hunched over the table.

“This is it, this is the file,” he told Ben with a smile, “it’s called project Phthalo.”

There was not time to read anything more than the title and her name beneath ‘SUBJECT’ on the page when Butcher called from the back corner of the room.

“I’ll do you one better than files,” He grinned as the two men joined him.

Again, Ben’s stomach twisted in his body, seeing the heavy steel door Butcher had found and now stood in front of. There was a keypad to its right, lit up with a red bulb, just like the ones they’d used in the lab in Russia. He knew as soon as he saw it that whatever was behind the door, would be his answer.

“You sure you wanna open it?” Billy asked, noticing Ben’s face fall as he hesitated to move or blink. This seemed to snap Ben out of his daze and let him nod his approval. With that Butcher wasted no time in shooting out the keypad, allowing the door seal to hiss open.

Stepping aside, Butcher gave Hughie a look, letting the lad know he was expected to hang back a second. He would let Soldier Boy walk into a secret Vought lab headfirst. Hughie in return nodded and stayed next to his friend as they watched the supe shove open the heavy steel door.

All three dropped their lights to the floor as a blue glow emanated from inside the foggy room, cast by a large containment tube. As if bitten by something, Ben stirred into action and ran into the room, dropping his shield as he went. Hughie gave butcher one more confused glance before they were following after Soldier Boy.

Ben couldn’t believe it. He had been thinking the worst, dreading what they would find on this trip, begging and silently pleading with every force of power in the universe that she had somehow survived. He wanted to tell her all the things he was to pussy to tell her for the almost eighty years they’d been friends, he wanted to make sure she knew. She had to know how he felt. It had shattered his heart when Butcher’s little twink told him the story Vought had put out about their deaths. Ben knew they’d probably taken her out because of what she’d do to them in retaliation for the Russia incident. He couldn’t imagine they could control her.

Yet, here he was, dropping to his knees with wide, sad eyes as he stared up at this containment tube. There she was, his best girl; suspended in a thick blue solution of god only knows what as novichok gas flowed from the exhaust pipes around it.

“Holy fucken shit,” Butcher voiced quietly as he stared up at the girl floating in a vat of blue chemicals. He had been expecting to find a body, sure, but not a live one. The man could barely register Hughie nudging his arm next to him, his disbelief and shock overtaking him.

A thought went through Butcher’s head, one that he was sure he would regret having later. He wondered if this would make Soldier Boy easier to control, make him less on edge. Now, as he watched the man crumble to his knees and stare up longing at her, he thought it might.

Ben was shocked out of his foggy mind when he remembered why he was there. “Help me get her outta this,” he demanded, rising to his feet and rounding to the control panels.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” Hugh shook his head and hurried over to try and open the unit.

“You lucked out big time, old man,” Butcher chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest, earning an eye roll from Ben.

The supe wasted no time in disconnecting every tube not labeled ‘oxygen’, causing the hiss of novichok to cease. ‘Good’ he thought to himself, ‘we can wake her.’ The more he dismantled the machine, the quicker his heart beat. It felt to Ben as if he might explode, reminding himself to breathe and try to relax before he exploded again.

“I got it!” Hughie called enthusiastically, letting Ben’s heart jump in his chest.

It almost happened in slow motion for Ben, reaching forward as the glass door slid to the side as the liquid finally drained from the tube; the way her body slumped forward into his arms, wet and slimy to the touch. His knees hitting the floor as he brought her into his lap, cradling her head in one hand. Everything was surreal until she took in a breath.

Her chest jolted, air entering her in a way she hadn’t felt in decades. Her lungs burned at the feeling, a cough rising in her throat. Her body seized as she coughed up fluid uncontrollably. Ben still trying to calm her with soft touches and quiet words.

“Hey, I’m here, it’s me! Look, it’s me!” Ben’s hand came to cup her head, thumb resting just before her ear. He couldn’t help but smooth the silky white hair that clung to her face away as he stared into her scared and wide blue eyes.

Finally, her frantic gaze landed firmly on his, her breathing finally evening out as she calmed in his arms. Weakly, her left hand reached up to his face, fingers shakily ghosting over the skin just beneath his eyes. She recognised those eyes better than any other pair she’d ever seen. Those were his big green eyes staring down on her with concern. I don’t give permission to reblog or repost my work

“Benny?” She rasped out, throat harsh and dry.

Before she could say another word, she collapsed against Ben’s chest, her obvious fatigue overwhelming her.

“Benny?” Hugh questioned, looking between Soldier Boy and Butcher.

[aria-greenhoodie]

Wuh-oh, who gave these two booze?

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[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; random nsfw hcs

cw; nsfw

note; I'm back sorta I haven't been writing cause of school 😒 plus no motivation anyway 💁🏾‍♀️⤵

black reader implied (≧◡≦)

noww truth be told that there was this ONE time

heavy on the ONE

one time kyle actually was a little frisky and a horny shit at a sleepover.

WHAATT? The awkward dork who gets nervous from hand holding?

Yeah, okay. But it was only that ONE time.

Maybe something was just in the air or he drank something ordinary, not sure but the guys were all deep asleep on the ground, well hopefully.

Kenny resting on Cartman's stomach, his arms spiraled outward and legs while Cartman himself furrowed his eyebrow in his sleep from the light weight on his body.

Stan comfortably in his own spot, resting on his side as drool fell from his mouth.

Kyle looking up at the ceiling wide eyed and in a sweat with a slow growing erection on his bed next to you.

And you, on your side probably half asleep or about to actually fall asleep.

Kyle would look over at you, your curly hair out of its cap from forgetting it back at your house when you were packing a bag for the sleepover.

He saw your shoulders rise and fall slowly contemplating whether he should really bother you this late, well he didn't exactly know what time it was but he assumed it was late as fuck considering everyone was pretty much knocked out.

The more he stared at your shoulders the more his eyes just wandered down to your back and bottom, you were wearing an old shirt of his, might I say a big one.

All his shirts are big on you though, mf is tall asf ugh

Your legs were covered by the blanket but your ass wasn't.

And ohh my god surprise surprise, no shorts.

Who wears shorts with long t shirts anyway

I'm jk but you did take them off like right before crashing it was just hot in Kyle's room for some reason at that time.

His perverted gaze fell right on your slightly showing underwear.

he wanted so bad to touch you right now, his dick throbbed inside his boxers. He looked away trying to fight the urge. He was so horny right now for no reason it kinda pissed him off lmao.

He rarely ever does get like this, and at such a worst timing.. his friends?? omg

he bit his lip, his mind racing.

The ginger sat up to take a look at his friends, checking if the coast was clear. it was. Not a moving body in sight.. just sometimes obnoxiously loud ass snores from Cartman.

He laid back down with a sigh and let his urges take over after a little hesitation.

You let out a little yawn moving your legs ontop of the other in sleep so your bottom was basically there for easy grab.

Kyle had scooted close to you, his hand slowly running down your arm then rubbed your thigh. You shifted in sleep some bit from the touch, backing up into him.

Your butt rubbed against his boner, he grunted to this, sucking in his lip.

"Hey y/n.." seconds later from what you on did accident, he whispered.

You didn't respond, you were slowly getting sucked into dream land.

His arm sneaked toward your stomach he slowly pulled you closer to him, lining up his member with your clothed woman hood.

"baby.." he pleaded in a soft manner into your ear that just made you alert, someone was trying to wake you up.

You hummed a response, your eyes opening slowly now.

"mmh.. kyle?"

"yeah it's me sweetheart." He nudged his head into the back of yours causing faint tired smile to grow on your face.

"what's up.. mmh..?" Kyle fell silent, resting his chin on your head. He pondering for a moment then spoke.

"are you awake..?"

"...nah.. I'm sleepin."

"really?"

"...no kyle what you want?" you muttered, coming off a little annoyed from his question. I mean you were like half awake half not not his fault he didn't know 🙁

"sorry I'm just a little.. uhm.." He faltered again. You waited for his next word, trying not to fall asleep.

"You're what? Hungry, thirs–"

"Horny, I'm very horny right.. now baby.." a low whiney confessing slipped through his lips and into your ear. You felt something poke you from behind right after he admitted.

Your eyes open some more a little stunned, you were still tired but now much more aware of what was happening.

"The guys are down there kyle.."

"I know I know but.. fuck." He breathed, his warm breath was felt on your neck sending a shiver down your spine. Your stomach tingled when his hand reached your underwear, rubbing your pussy slowly.

"Can I baby? Will you let me?" kyle begged, softly now closer as ever.

You could just feel the warmth between you two it was making you hot..

You moaned softly as his fingers gently graced your cunt.

You didn't exactly know what to say I mean the thought of doing something like this right when his friends are in the room was kinda bizarre.. then again you weren't not.. not into this..

"mmm.. y-yeah go ahead.." You consented, giving him the green light to fulfill his urges. He smiled, kissed your cheek then brought his fingers to his mouth.

"Try to stay quiet, can you do that for me hmm?" He licked his middle and ring finger and began to go beneath your panties to rub your now wet temple.

You nodded your head with no words said, trying not to moan so much just control your breathing.

"Good job y/n." He kissed your neck ending his sentence with a smile, his fingers sliding themselves against your cunt some more. You sucked in your lips and felt your pussy begin to throb, wanting more.

He teased, rubbing your clit with a little snicker when you started to shift around, your breathing growing heavy.

"You want more baby? Tell me you do." His annoying teasing started to make you a little out of control and wanting to beg him to stop.

You weren't one to beg but shit..

"ah..mm.. kyle please.. I want more..." you trying to keep your volume down while being played with made that boner of his just grow some more into you.

"Mmmh okay since you sounded so pretty." He soon stuck his long pale fingers inside your slippery pussy. You gasped from the contact of his digits.

You always forget how fucking long they were.

"o-oh fuck.."

"You like that don't you? want me to fuck you with my fingers?" The teasing in his low voice made your cheeks warm and made you tight around him.

"mmhh agh!.. stop being such a tease.." You whined, growing flustered. He chuckled lightly, moving his fingers in and out of you slowly then picked up the pace just after a little more teasing.

always doing some shi like this 😒

"Alright Alright I'll stop, you just want me inside you don't you?" He moved his hips into your ass letting you feel his erection. Your mouth opened letting out a whine just after he moved his hips into you and slid his digits in and out fast just to hear mess up your speech on purpose.

"nngh- you.. asshole.."

"whats that? didn't hear you love." His fingers slid in and out of you more, his pace picking up soon you could hear the wet slippery noises from beneath the blanket that was half covering you.

You had to cover your mouth at this point, you were letting out to much noises as it already was,, your pussy was enjoying his fingers way to much, and he was enjoying your muffled out moans to his doing.

He wanted to fuck you so bad, he thought of just finishing you off with his fingers first then grab ahold of your hips to ram his throbbing cock inside your soaked cunt from behind and listen to you struggle to keep down your voice.

"uhh.. I need you inside me badly kyle,, mmh..!"

"Youu do? oh you're such a good girl for me sweetheart I'm going to make you finish first."

what's a short oneshot without my CLASSIC

good girl line 😫

Istg

You can't tell me he wouldn't say this he's all for praising

Whether it's during intimacy or just regular day stuff he still praises you

LIKE

"Oh you got a 90 on our math test? Good job sweetheart" 😁

AND

"oh fuck, you're such a good girl.. you're doing a good jo..job.. a-ahh.."

explodes

anyway

And so are you 😊

It was around midnight, everyone was asleep

Well your parents were

You and Kyle definitely weren't lmafo

good thing their bedroom was downstairs cause you were quite loud up in your room, your hair in a fuzzy mess, legs quaking in their spot and loud breathless moans escaping your mouth as Kyle held your legs open, his tounge venturing deep inside you. His thumb rubbed your pearl, driving you crazy and arching your back with a rush of pleasure flowing inside you.

Your hands eventually latched onto his thick hair trying to shove him away from the way his tounge licked your clit in such a way you squirmed and whined.

Even though you begged him to stop, your voice trembling, fingers stuck in curly red hair, sweat running down the sides of your dark skin literally on the verge of breaking

You actually didn't want him to stop.

It wasn't your safe word anyway and he knew, so he kept along, gripping your thighs and shoving his face like he was some dog.

"im.. I'm gonna come soon ky- oh fuck.."

You whimpered, your breath hot as well as the rest of your body. Kyle lifted up his head for a second and looked into your eyes.

"Just tell me when baby."

"o..okay.." He went right back down with a smile.

Soon you felt his tounge slide it's way back in letting out an 'aahh..' you gripped your blanket and panted heavy. You made some incoherent sentences to him in a breathless haze feeling your peak near.

"a-ah- I'm coming! coming.. f-fuck..-" Kyle rubbed your clit to satisfy you once more before you eventually came.

You felt like you just ascended, your eyes rolling back, body shaking with pleasure and your back arched soon all of it came to an end and you laid back down, trying to catch your breath.

Kyle came join you after caressing your thigh with care, he crawled his way to the side of you. He watched you pant heavily you looked over at him with a faint smile still trying to catch your breath.

He smiled back, his hand finding its way to your cheek to kiss you. As the kiss grew you slowly sat up for him and leaned into the long kiss, your tongue soon separated from his as you two panted together looking at each other.

Once your breathing was normal you giggled "I taste weird." You put a hand to your mouth. Kyle shook his head with a playing eye roll.

"You taste good." He brought your head to him so he could land a kiss to your forehead. You smiled to yourself, your cheeks getting warm.

"Thank you for that even though we were just bored." You picked up his hands to hold it with yours. He swung your hands with his a little with a smile.

"I love making you feel good, I love you– Wait did I make you feel good? Oh wait what if you just faked your orgasm?! oh my god I'm a horrible boyfr-"

"WOAH hold on- no I didn't just fake this MIND blowing orgasm you gave me it was real, you did such a great job baby remember that." You cut him off and kissed the back of his pasty white hand.

He blushed, smiling shyly at your words and watching you kiss his hand like some princess.

"Really?" He asked, wanting a little more reassurance.

"Yes really, now I need to find my sweat pants." You kissed his cheek and smiled at him then stepped off the bed.

Kyle's gaze fell on you as you stepped off the bed, a big giddy smile on his flushed face.

Reassurance was such a big thing for him plus the praising oh myyy lordd

As you took a step forward your legs immediately felt like jello and just as fast as you got up you fell on the ground with a shriek.

Kyle eyes widen in shock, he quickly rushed to your aid in a worry.

"ARE YOU OKAY.."

"I think I broke my legs or you just did I don't know I can't walk."

".. I'll go find your sweats stay in bed."

"And new underwear! I lost my underwear too."

"I- okay"

He has very noticeable scratches on his back it looks like he got attacked by a bear but in reality, it was you who did that 🙏🏾

In the locker room when he changes out of his basketball uniform the guys couldn't help but ask what the fucks up with his BACK

"Dude what the hell happened to your back? You didn't tell me you got attacked by a dog or something." Stan walked passed Kyle, his eyes fixing on his bestfriends body

Okay that sounds kinda gay but it isn't alright

Most of the guys agreed, staring at him. Kyle looked at them confused.

"What? I wasn't attacked by a dog? What's wrong with my back?"

"Go look in the mirror dude." Kyle's eyebrows rose, he set his shirt down to walk over to the mirrors.

He turned himself around to observe his lower half. To his surprise that shit was red as fuck, scratches everywhere he's not really sure how he didn't even feel the pain right now well until he touched one scratch.

He winced in pain, adjusting his shoulders back in discomfort. He looked in the mirror trying to remember how he even got those scars. Just seconds later when he looked down at his matching bracelet you got him his eyes widen.

Kyle had one day came home a little irritated from the lost of the basetball game, 20-24. Lost by four points. He blamed Kenny for getting distracted by those cheerleaders in their skirts and crop tops rooting for him.. no like literally they were just rooting for Kenny.

🧍🏾‍♀️

anyway he didn't pass the ball from his obvious attention towards the girls and the 4th quarter was just ending once the buzzer went off the crowd cried in disappointment, some teammates slapped the back of Kenny's fucking head shouting at him in frustration.

"DUDE STOP FONDING OVER THE CHEERLEADERS"

"Oh shit we lost?"

"YES"

"Oh my bad guys lmao" Clyde pushed Kenny and ran out off the court he felt tears start to form from the lost of the game. Tolkien groaned running after his friend.

"We did good guys alright? We'll get them next time." Tolkien reassured trying to be optimistic but secretly he wanted to slap Kenny in the face as he ran off to catch Clyde.

Kyle shook his head, he was too frustrated to even face Kenny right now so he walked off the court along with some other teammates, his one hand on his hip while the other pinched the root of his nose.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to the game I forgot I had an essay due literally tomorrow."

"Don't sweat it, we lost anyway." Kyle threw his bag onto the ground and laid straight on your bed with a huff.

You stopped typing and looked over at him, he was pretty bummed, pissed off even.

"Oh shit sorry, I'm sure you did your best." You rolled over to him, patting his head. He didn't say much except just stared off into the distance.

You awkwardly stopped petting him and looked around from the quietness, he didn't seem in the mood to converse.

"Okay I'm just gonna finish my es-"

"Come here." Suddenly he was brought back to reality, he reached for your hand, sitting up.

"Hm?" You looked back at him, looking into his green eyes. He paused trying to come up with something.

"Can you sit down over here.." He let go of your hand to pat a spot next to him. You looked at him then at your laptop that had your essay tap open, ready for it's finish.

You didn't think he would take long to say a few words to you so you listened to him, switching your spot to your bed.

Once you were next to him he looked at you and you could just tell..

This wasn't going to just a short talk.

"fuck, Kyle really?"

"Just for a bit.. I swear I just need to let some steam off." His hand fell on your thigh as he pleaded. You looked up at him, your eyes fixing back on your laptop set on your desk.

The clicker blinking every second.

"My parents might come home early."

"Well keep your voice down, yeah?" He started to take off his shirt. He set it down on the floor with your slippers by your bed. You watched, biting your lip down from nerves.

Though he looked so good right now, he was slightly structured his torso built well considering he does play sports he doesn't work out much but you could definitely tell he was healthy, and his waist..

oh god

You found yourself slipping off your shirt as well, taken away by your boyfriend's beauty. He went in-between your legs and cuffed your face, smashing his lips into yours with force. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to the hungry frustrated kiss you felt his fingers tug lightly on your thick hair, causing a low moan to escape from your mouth.

He bit your bottom lip with a smirk, pulling away for a second. He looked down at you, huffing. You stared back trying to hold back from tugging on his sweats.

"What?" You asked, as he kept staring into your soft eyes. He laughed shaking his head.

"Nothing it's just I felt a heartbeat from you. You want me don't you Y/n?" The teen cooed, inching toward your neck. Your eyes looked up in embarrassment, feeling your face heat up.

How'd he even know?

this boy is full of surprises one day he's a little angry cute nerd next thing you know he's a horny spaz, wanting to cum in you and bare his children despite being so young.

"Well I mean yeah, it's kinda hot when you're forceful."

"Oh really?"

"mhm-mh.." He backed away and examined your face.

Your eyes kept traveling down to his sweats growing a bit impatient, your body temperature was rising every second he looked at you.

He very quickly took notice, grinning. He tugged on the strings of his sweats, undoing the tie.

"Why don't you help me take them off so I can finally fuck you baby?" He whispered, his tone sensually and playful.

"oh fuck" you muttered, already starting to feel your climax by the sound of his voice.

You reached out and helped him undo the tie, he watched with a smirk his erection was already poking through the sweats.

"oh, you good girl.."

Soon later your nails were digging into his skin, his cock ramming into your cunt fast, too fast you couldn't think much at the pace he was going your brain was practically mush, your moans grew louder with every rough thrust he did, grunting right by your ear.

Your hair bounced along with his, some of his curls would slowly fall in his face as he thrusted himself into you. You sometimes giggle and move away the curl to crash your lips into his then pull away whenever he slid himself in and out fast, feeling his dick roughly ruin your insides.

Your nails just clawed the fuck out of him when he did that, the twitching sensation from his dick inside you as he hit your womb made you scream his name and gasp for air.

He'd whisper you lovely words in a sweat, next to your ear or above you.

'lovely words' being

"Oh yeah you like that don't you? Taking in my cock like the pretty girl you are."

"I'm going to fucking cum in you so hard baby, make you such a gre..great mommy."

"ohh shit you feel so fuck..ing good around my dick, I can't.. even uhh.. fuck.."

:3

And that's when Kyle's flashback ended, his face was red as fuck his thought process coming to an abrupt stop. He rushed back to his locker, shoving his clothes in there.

"You saw them?"

"Y-Yeah.. I uhm." He put on his sweater then closed his locker. The guys looked at him expecting an explanation from what they were all wondering about. Kyle just stared at all of them, gulping.

"I-yeah a dog.. attacked me. Whoops."

"There's barely dogs running around south park though." Craig looked over.

"You know what mind your business." He huffed, his face still red as he began to leave the locker room. Everyone watched him storm out, shocked.

Kenny came walking in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Those scratches are from his girlfriend, idiots." Kenny snickered, walking to his locker. Stan looked at Tolkien, Tolkien looked over at Clyde and Clyde looked at Criag, most of them confused.

"Is she like abusing him or something? Holy shi–"

"Ohh that makes sense now.." Craig connected the dots, sitting up from the bench. Tolkien looked away thinking.. then it hit him.

"Ohhh. Damn."

"What?" Clyde eagerly waited for someone to explain though no one would. Stan went to call Kyle to tease him about it the rest of the boys started to get dress while Clyde still wondered why the hell his back was fucked up.

"GUYS c'mon!"

"Dude how do you not get it."

"I just DONT? MAYBE EXPLAIN"

"My god you're a faggot."

"WHAT"

"Shut up Clyde"

Now alot of people say he has a breeding kink 🤔

which I meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

makes sense he is big on family when he gets older which just makes it really difficult to just say fuck it all and get you pregnant now.

well we have birth control for a reason I guess 💁🏾‍♀️

There's always that loud thought in his head as he's just close to his end, gripping onto your hips with a flushed expression. Going in and out fast trying to cum as he whines.

'come inside her, she'll look so pretty with your baby in her'

'fucking shit just breed her already, you know you wanna'

'you'll have little mixed cute babies with her.'

okay call me crazy but it's so rare I've ever seen a ginger black person 😭 anyway

He's soo tempted to do it, just one more thrust and he's fucked.

"Y/n are you on.. birth control?!!!! Hurry fu..fuck.." He leaned down, his arms pinning you. Your thoughts were all mush so it took a bit to answer his question.

"huh.?? Oh I think so.. why?"

"Can I cum inside you please, I cant.. hold it.. in anymore." Your pussy throbbed from the thought of his warm seed filling you up, your cunt tightening around his member getting Kyle to whimper.

You nodded vigorously, "yes yes come inside me.. that's kinda hot to think about yeah?" You chuckled with a pant, feeling him move inside you.

He nodded his head, smiling himself.

"no yeah thats.. really fucking hot to think.. oh shit I'm com..ing.."

In matters of seconds you felt his thick gooey fluid flood your insides, the both of you moaned together, his thrusts started to slow down, his dick rubbing against your walls filled with his seed grew sloppy he finally reached his end with you.

"My god one day when we have our own house and are older im going to get you actually pregnant.." He pulled out his cock, breathing heavy. You breathed yourself, your hands went to cuff his face.

"That's cute, if you get me pregnant now I swear to god I'll cut your dick off." You innocently smiled, leaning up to kiss his nose. His eyes widen, his laughter growing nervous.

"I'm gonna go get a towel for you now.. alright?"

"Alright." You watched as he leaned off you but came to a quick pause.

"Are you being serious?" He awkwardly asked, a little fear in his eyes.

You sat up to look at him, you covered up your laugh.

"No, I would never."

"Oh thank god, okay."

"Or I maybe I would."

"huh" 😧

flabbergasted

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Will You Go On A Date With Me?

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry spend time together and their feelings start to grow. Warning: swearing Since YN's brother Louis auditioned on The X Factor and was put into a band with four other boys, she didn’t get to see him much which she found incredibly hard considering how close they are. They called and text a lot but it just wasn’t the same, so when Louis invited YN to go to Leeds Festival with him and Harry she was absolutely thrilled. Although YN had met Harry a couple of times before, she hadn’t got the chance to chat with him properly, so she was excited to be able to get to know her brother's bandmate. On the day of the festival, YN had agreed to meet Louis and his friends inside the field as she was travelling from their hometown whilst the two boys were going to arrive a bit later due to band rehearsals. Once YN had arrived at the field, she spotted some of her brother's friends that she knew including Oli and Danny. YN was chatting to Oli when she felt a pair of hands cover both her eyes and her brother's voice saying, “Guess who”. She immediately turned around and jumped into his embrace. “Oh I’ve missed you so much” YN expressed whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you too, Kiddo” Louis said as he held her in his arms. Letting her go, he introduced Harry to his friends “Hey guys…this is Harry…Harry these are me mates...and you remember YN” “Hey” Harry spoke, whilst Louis’s friends replied with a nod of their heads or “Alright mate”. After having a catch-up with her brother about what he and the band had been up to and how he’s going to try and visit their family back in Doncaster soon, the group decided to move closer to one of the stages where the acts were performing. As the group walked towards where a band YN hadn’t heard of was performing, Louis was walking a little ahead talking to Danny and Stan, whilst YN kept Harry company at the back. “So..how’s living with my brother?” YN tried to make conversation with the curly-haired boy. “Uh..yeah it’s good…to be fair we’ve been so busy lately that we haven’t spent too much time in the flat” Harry explained whilst glancing down at YN. “I miss him..but I don’t miss his mess and dirty clothes hangin’ around everywhere” YN joked and Harry chuckled. “He really misses you..you know” Harry replied, whilst giving his head a shake to move his curls “You should come..maybe come up and visit us one day…we could show you around London or something” YN gave Harry a grateful smile “I’d really like that thank you…I miss just hangin’ out with him..we’d do almost everythin’ together”

“He’s told me some stories…you sound like a mischievous pair”

“You’ll just have to wait and see” YN stated with a cheeky smirk. YN was standing in line waiting to get a bottle of water with Harry and some of Louis's friends. Music from different artists was blasting through the open field and YN began to dance around, waving her hands in the air and singing along loudly to the music playing. Harry couldn’t help but admire her, he’d never got the chance to talk to her properly, only getting to know her through things Louis would tell him when they would talk amongst the band. Looking at YN, Harry could see the resemblance between her and Louis, they had the same shape nose and their eyes would crinkle when they both smiled. He’d never admit it, how could he, she's his bandmate's sister but he couldn’t help but think how pretty she is. Before he had the chance to advert his eyes elsewhere, YN caught him staring. “Whot?” YN asked whilst still jumping around, enjoying the music playing in the background. Sassy and full of attitude, just like her brother Harry thought to himself. Quickly thinking “I-I..was just thinking about how similar you and Louis are…like you're so carefree and..I don’t know..you just don’t care what people think about you..you just enjoy yourself” “What’s the point in worrying about what other people think?” YN asked. “It’s just..everyone seems to have an opinion about you.. don't they?” “And it’s just that…an opinion” YN quickly replied, she was now at the front of the queue so quickly ordered a few bottles of water as Harry stood behind thinking about the words she just spoke. --- It had been a few weeks since the festival and although YN spoke to Louis nearly every day, either on the phone or by messaging, she still missed him. Spending the weekend with him at the festival reminded her of the times when he was just her brother, and she didn’t have to share him with the rest of the world. But he had invited YN to visit him at his flat for the weekend because he wanted her to meet his new girlfriend, Eleanor and it was Niall’s birthday and he was having a party to celebrate and of course, YN said yes. It was the night before she was travelling up to London on the train to stay with Louis at his flat that he shared with Harry. YN was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island that was standing in the middle of the open plan kitchen and dining room, chatting to her sister Lottie and Mum whilst she cooked dinner. “So are you lookin’ forward to goin’ down to London tomorrow?” Jay asked whilst she stirred the pasta in the saucepan in front of her. “Yeah..I can’t wait..I’m so excited”

“I’m so jealous” Lottie said with a sad pout “Can I go to?” “When you’re a bit older” their Mum answered her. “That’s not fair” Lottie said and stomped out of the room. YN and their Mum looked at each other and YN rolled your eyes at her sister's dramatic behaviour. “So fookin’ dramatic” YN said. “YN! Language” her Mum scolded with a frown. With that, YN's phone buzzed in front of her with a Twitter notification. At first, she ignored it thinking it was probably another fan mentioning her in a tweet or trying to message her, but as she took another glance she saw the username @Harry_Styles, he had sent her a DM. @Harry_Styles Hey! Louis said that you are coming to visit this weekend and you’re coming to Niall’s birthday. It’ll be nice to see you again, maybe we could do that tour of London like we talked about :) She stared at the message for a while, unsure about how to reply. Did Louis ask him to message her, she wondered. After a few minutes of thinking about how to reply, she began to type a message back. @YNTomlinson Hi Harry. Yeah I’m travelling down tomorrow, I arrive around 5pm. I’d really like that but only if you’re not too busy x After pressing the send button, she realised she had put an ‘x’ at the end out of habit. Her eyes widened and she could feel her heart beat faster. But before she could overthink anymore, another message appeared.

@Harry_Styles We’ve got the weekend off so I’ll look forward to being your tour guide for the day. We’re gonna be the youngest at the party and the only ones not allowed to drink. So we’ll be the sober ones haha! X

He sent an ‘x’ back, maybe he didn’t find it weird as she had thought. Not wanting to keep him waiting she typed out a quick reply. @YNTomlinson I can’t wait! Waters on me x @HarryStyles Water? Aw I thought we could be a bit more adventurous and maybe have a lemonade x

She couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at his sarcasm. For a moment she had forgotten that her Mum was still in the room cooking. “Who’s got you giggling?” Lifting her head and looking at her Mum she panicked and said “Aww..I-I..It’s just Mia..she sent me a funny photo that’s all” she smiled as her fingers tapped against the screen. Her Mum eyed her suspiciously not quite believing her but decided not to say anything. @YNTomlinson Adventurous is my middle name x

--- YN had arrived at Louis and Harry’s shared flat, last night, around five o'clock after taking a two-hour train journey to get there. When she arrived Louis, Eleanor and Harry were all hanging out in the lounge area of the flat. Louis introduced her to his new girlfriend and Harry welcomed YN with a warm hug. “How was the train ride Kiddo?” Louis asked as he sat back down and placed his hand on Eleanor's thigh. Harry had gone to the kitchen to get everyone a drink and YN sat cross-legged on the chair close to the window. “Yeah it was alright…a bit boring on me own..but I just put me earphones in” “Well we’re gonna try and come down soon…I want Mum and the girls to meet El” Louis turned to smile at the girl next to him. “Please do..Lottie stomped out the room last night ‘cause Mum said she couldn’t come wiv me” YN explained “’onestly it was so fookin’ dramatic…so yeah please come down” which made Eleanor giggle. “I wonder who she’s followin’ ey” Louis stared at YN with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t tha’ bad Lou” YN wined. “You fookin’ were…nobody could even look at ya without you bitin’ their fookin’ head off” YN rolled her eyes at her brother before he continued “I feel sorry for whoever decides to date you” he laughed as YN rolled her eyes again. With that Harry walked back into the room with drinks for each of them, he handed YN hers and she thanked him. He sat on the black sofa opposite and watched as YN took a sip..lemondade she thought. As she looked up, Harry gave her a wink which made her stomach flutter. The night passed as they spent it eating pizza, telling stories, and watching a movie. YN even got to know Eleanor a little bit more and learnt that she was an only child, so she was really looking forward to meeting the rest of the Tomlinson family. YN and Eleanor both chatted about what they were going to wear to Niall’s party, Eleanor explaining she still wasn’t sure and brought a few outfits to choose from as she was staying the night. She asked if YN wanted to get ready together and said she would even help to curl her hair and do her makeup.

That’s where they are now, both sitting on the bed in the guest room which is YN's for the weekend. Eleanor had curled her hair in loose curls as they chatted about make-up, and fashion and even planned to go on a shopping trip together soon. YN had decided on wearing a plain simple black dress with some ankle strap sandals. Whilst looking in the mirror YN couldn’t help but look at her stomach and legs and began to compare herrself to Eleanor whose tummy was flat in her dress and her legs just looked flawless. In the bathroom next door, Harry was dressed in a smart black shirt, paired with some black skinny jeans and brown Chelsea boots, he was brushing his teeth and he didn’t mean to listen but the door was slightly ajar and he could hear them both chatting away. He could hear YN quietly ask Eleanor “Uhh..El..can I ask you something?” “Yeah of course” “Do..do I look okay in this..it’s just I can’t help…but..but..I dunno..think maybe me stomach and legs are too big for it” Harry heard YN stutter. At her words, Harry couldn’t help but frown, he actually felt upset that YN thought about herself that way.  “YN..you’ve got to be joking babe..you look absolutely beautiful and your figure is just..well perfect” Harry smiled at Eleanor’s compliment and couldn’t help but agree. “Uhh..thanks El..I just..sometimes I get in me own head…ya know” “We all do babe..but I meant what I said” Harry had decided he had eavesdropped enough and moved into the lounge area to wait for them both with Louis as they needed to leave in the next ten minutes. As he was chatting with Louis about the football scores, YN and Eleanor walked into the lounge giggling together about something. Harry gulped when he was YN, wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her figure perfectly and her loose curls framing her face and lips painted a dark red. Louis interrupted his thoughts “Oi oi! Look at you pretty gals” and pecked Eleanor’s forehead.   YN walked behind the couple heading towards Harry’s car when she heard Harry’s voice next to her “I like your hair..it really suits you” which caused a blush to creep up onto her cheeks. Harry noticed the slight colour on YN's cheeks as she thanked him with a shy smile. He always thought she was confident and especially after their conversation at the festival about not worrying about what others think. But looking at her shy smile and thinking about the conversation with Eleanor, he concluded that maybe she hid her insecurities well behind a loud and sassy personality. ---

They had arrived at Niall’s party which was at the Sanderson Hotel and found Niall surrounded by a group of unfamiliar people, that Louis and Harry seemed to know. “YN!” Niall shouted as he noticed her standing between her brother and Harry. He had pulled YN into a tight squeeze. “Thanks for comin’ love” “’appy Birthday Niall” her Doncaster accent was heard “’ere’s your card..there’s a little something inside..I didn’t know what you liked so..” The Irishman interrupted her “Aww darlin’ you didn’t need to get me anything..thanks love”. He pulled her into another embrace and left a platonic peck on top of her head. Harry felt a little confused when he felt jealous of Niall being able to act so casually towards YN. When Harry welcomed her yesterday when she arrived, with a hug, he couldn’t help but think afterwards if it was awkward or if he had sprayed too much aftershave, but here the other boys were hugging her like they’d known her for ages. Why was he overthinking everything towards her, he wondered to himself. As the night went on, Harry found himself tucked in the corner chatting with James, as James was telling him a story about his recent holiday, Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but find YN in the crowd. She was dancing along to ‘I Gotta Feeling’ with Louis and Niall and his eyes landed on her hips swaying along to the beat. “Oooo…has our Harry got a little crush” James teased, making Harry look back at him. “Piss off Corden…she’s Louis's sister” “Didn’t deny it” James continued teasing and laughing at the young lad's glare. ”Ooo she’s coming over…I’ll leave you to it” and before Harry could say anything, James had disappeared into the crowd. “Alright…where’s the lemonade you promised then?” YN asked with a giggle. “They ran out…their most popular drink apparently” Harry teased. “Aww yeah, I can fookin’ imagine..must be flying off the shelf” Harry couldn’t help but noticed how similar YN and Louis were with your quick comebacks and witty humour.

The party had decided to move on to Movida and do a pub crawl to celebrate Niall’s 18th Birthday. Being the youngest member of the band and still being seventeen, Harry decided he was going to go home early. Louis had suggested YN go back to the flat with Harry as she wouldn’t be able to get into the pubs and clubs as she wasn't old enough. So YN found yourself back at the flat, and she explained that she was going to change into something comfy. After changing into some comfy pyjamas and washing her make-up off, she walked back to the lounge area where she found Harry sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone. As YN entered, Harry lifted his head “Hey, I was going to watch a movie..and chill if you want to join” “Yeah..I’d love to” but Harry sensed she wanted to say more. “You alright?” he asked as YN awkwardly stood in the doorway. “Uhh..yeah..um..I was just wondering if..um I could make a cup of tea please?” She stuttered out, almost sounding embarrassed. “Only if I can have one too” Harry replied with a cheeky smile. “milk and two sugars please”. YN only smiled and went to the boys' kitchen and got two mugs out of the cupboard and switched the kettle on to boil. She carried the two mugs of tea back into the room where Harry was scrolling through the movie options on the screen in front of him. She passed him his mug and he muttered a thank you as he took a sip. “Must be a Tomlinson thing..you can all make a good cup of tea” Harry joked, making YN chuckle. “Yeah..we’re a bit obsessed with tea...can’t beat a good cup of Yorkshire tea” YN said with a smile. For some reason, she carried on talking about her love for tea and then let her secret out that only her family knew about “…yeah I can’t sleep if I don’t have a cup of tea before bed” instantly regretting it because he’s probably going to think she's a bit strange now. “I’ll remember that…maybe I should start drinking some before I sleep..see if it works” he thought out loud.

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As promised, Harry took her on a little tour of London the next day before she was heading back to Doncaster. If YN was honest, she didn’t want your time in London to end, she has really enjoyed herself. Harry was already showered and dressed when YN walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning. He was pouring some milk into a mug and using a spoon to stir it. “Morning” he greeted. “Morning Harry” YN smiled. “I’ve made you a cup of tea…I’m sorry if it's not as nice as yours” he joked. YN laughed at his joked and took the mug from his grip “Thanks Harry…maybe I can teach you the Tomlinson way one day” “Letting me in on the family secrets” he said before taking a sip from the white mug in his hand “I was thinking maybe we could walk to Hampstead Heath..it is about an hour's walk but we could stop on the way for some breakfast” Harry suggested. “I did ask Lou if he wanted to join us but I don’t think he even lifted his head from the pillow..looks like they had an eventful night". “Yeah..sounds good” YN smiled as she took a sip from her mug “I’m goin’ to go and have a shower and get dressed". YN and Harry had stopped for a takeaway coffee and a breakfast toastie in a little cafe that was near the boys flat. Harry insisted he paid despite YN's effort of trying to swipe her card before he could. They were walking along the busy road of London, heading towards the park. “So..tell me all about YN Tomlinson” Harry began as they walked side by side holding their cups in your hands, taking a sip as they walked. “I’m sure you’ve heard enough from Lou” “Well..yeah he told me some things..but I want to know YN and not..I don’t know...what Louis wants me to know” he explained and took a glance down at her presence next to him. YN thought before speaking “Uhh..what do you want to know?..I think I’m pretty borin’” YNlaughed. “Boring is not how I’d describe you…you’re full of life and energy and you..you seem to just live for the moment” “Well yeah..you only live once so..you know…may as well live while we’re young ey” “See…you're good at giving life advice” Harry observed “Louis told me you’re studying at the moment..Business wasn’t it?” “Yeah..I fookin’ hate it” YN said with a frown “I didn’t know what to study so I just pciked that…I really like being creative and I wanted to do something with like hair or beauty or..I dunno something where I can show my ideas..you know” “It’s never too late to start…take your own advice…no point spending your time in a job or whatever that you don’t like” Harry spoke. “Hmm..true” YN agreed “I just haven’t got the experience you know and nobody wants to take you on or..like help when you don’t know what you're doin’” “Why don’t you speak to Louise?” Harry suggested “She’s going to be coming on tour with us..maybe she could help or something” “Yeah” YN thought “I could, couldn’t I” “Never know..maybe you’ll end up on the road with us now” Harry teased and bumped her shoulder with his.

YN didn’t realise how the time went so quickly, YN and Harry spoke all the way to the park about families, childhoods, friends, the band…everything and everything. Once they got back to the flat, Louis was laying across the sofa. “Hey..you two enjoy?” he asked. “Yeah…it was nice to just walk around” YN said “I’m gonna have to leave soon…me train leaves at three” YN said as she checked the time on her phone. Before YN left, Louis wrapped his arms around her “Let me know when you’re ‘ome safe alright…and look after Mum and the girls for me” “I will..thanks for letting me come down and stay wiv you” YN said “Thanks for showing me around too Harry…breakfasts on me next time though”. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the words ‘next time’, he had really enjoyed just getting to know her today and he was excited at the thought of doing it again. ---

Once YN got home that evening and spent some time with her Mum and younger sisters, filing them in on what she got up to on the weekend and all about Eleanor and how they're going to come and visit them soon, YN was laying in her bed, covered with pink covers, and of course a cup of tea in her hand. As she was taking a sip from her mug, her fingers started typing out a message to her new contact. Harry had given YN his number to send Louise’s number to her. YN Hey Harry! Just wanted to say thank you again for this weekend. I really enjoyed myself xx After sending the message YN began scrolling through Instagram and liking some of her friend's posts that they put up over the weekend. Harry Hey, glad you got home safe. I had a great time too! I took your advice and I’m having a cup of tea before bed x YN You’re in for a good night's sleep xx Harry Sweet dreams YN x

--- After Harry’s last message, YN didn’t think she would speak to him much after that. How wrong was she? They text every moment of the day they could, she found yourself checking her phone every few minutes to see if the curly-haired boy had replied, feeling instantly disappointed when she didn’t see his name on her screen. Little did YN know, Harry was doing the exact same thing, checking his phone every moment to see if she had replied to the funny video he had sent her or listened to the song he suggested she listen to. Louis had teased him about who he was constantly texting and who was making him smile like a giggly schoolgirl every time his phoned buzzed. Each time he replied “It’s just a friend”, because how could he tell his bandmate..and best friend that he was falling for his sister. Harry was back at his Mum’s house visiting before the Up All Night tour began in late December. He was sat at the dining table whilst his Mum cooked him and Robin some breakfast. Since coming home the night before, Anne noticed her son’s attachment to his phone, if he wasn’t typing on the screen he was checking it before putting it back in his pocket. She was about to ask who was making him smile like that but Harry interrupted her thoughts. “Uhh..can I ask you both something?” “Of course my love” Anne replied, whilst Robin said “Anything son” Harry paused and thought before trying to get his words out “I-I..What do you do when you..you really like someone..but shouldn’t” “It depends on why you shouldn’t” Robin replied “Like..you just shouldn’t think of them that way..because well you're going to upset people” “Darlin’ If you like someone..and I mean really like someone then…something you have to be selfish and if you and the person like each other..and you know want to give it a go then..go for it because you have one life, so don’t let other people stop you from doing anything you feel is right” Anne advised.

“Your Mums right, Harry” Robin spoke as Harry sat and listened to his Mum’s advice, thinking how YN had given him similar advice a few weeks ago. Before Harry could change his mind or overthink he began to type out a message. YN was sitting at the dining table, eating a piece of toast with her sisters when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Harry I’m really scared to ask you this because Louis will probably kill me, but will you go on a date with me? X

[mouwrites]

Hey love your content ❤️could u please write a Kyle x y/n so basically they have a crush on each other and y/n cousin is Stan and Stan knows that they both have a crush for each other and he sets them up like the Lloyd soty but with Kyle and Stan 🥺

I would love that 💕💕

Yep! I stuck with the arcade date idea for this one! :)

Word count: 1k

South Park - Stan Sets You Up With Kyle

“But I want donuts!” You whined.

“And I want french fries.”

You were arguing about what food to get now that school was over. You’d have to decide soon; you were almost to the exit, and the donut shop was down the street to the left, while the nearest french fry joint was down the street to the right.

Suddenly Stan spotted a tall head of red hair among the sea of students. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you along to confront Kyle.

“Kyle!”

He turned around. His eyes went wide for half a second when he noticed you, and you saw his shoulders tense ever so subtly. You didn’t make note of it, though, as you were occupied with tensing your own shoulders. You made sure to stand behind Stan, keeping your gaze low to stay inconspicuous.

“I want fries and Y/n wants donuts. Tell them that fries are clearly the superior option.”

Kyle glanced at you. “Donuts are great. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard that. He agreed with you! A small victory, but a victory indeed.

Though your face was partially downturned, Kyle could see the subtle brightness flash in your eyes. His heart squeezed. He had made you happy by supporting your side! Internally he pumped his fist, though externally he remained still as a statue.

As you started to walk away, Stan gave Kyle a dirty look. “Kiss-ass,” he growled.

“Sore loser,” Kyle fired back. Much like you, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding his thoughts.

But Stan could see through you both. As your cousin, and as Kyle’s best friend, he knew you like the backs of his two hands. Frankly, it was just painful and awkward to watch you both pine after the other, completely oblivious and never making the slightest of moves.

Stan sighed as he bit into his glazed donut. If he couldn’t have the snack he wanted, he’d have to find another way to enjoy himself.

At first he thought of pranking you, but with a slow shake of his head he decided he didn’t want to be mean. Not too mean, at least.

Then it hit him. With a devious smirk, he fell into a long lapse of silence while you ranted about who-knows-what (though he thinks he heard you say “Kyle” once or twice). He wasn’t paying attention, though. His mind was quite in another place—he was plotting.

Your house came up first on the walk home. You split off to walk up your driveway, waving goodbye to your cousin.

“Y/n,” he called suddenly, prompting you to whip around right before you went inside.

“Arcade. Tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Already looking forward to it.”

The door closed. Stan immediately whipped out his phone and called Kyle.

The next day, you walked down to the arcade with Stan as the autumn sun began its early descent. It was hardly 5 PM and golden hour was upon you.

As you approached the arcade, your heart fell to your stomach. A tall lanky figure with curly red hair was waiting outside. Stan noticed the way both of your faces, flushed from the cold air, immediately went white.

“Hey, Kyle!”

“Stan,” Kyle greeted, sounding a little strained.

You leaned in to whisper in his ear: “You didn’t tell me you invited K—…anyone else.”

Ignoring you, Stan smacked the side of his head theatrically. “Oh, no,” he groaned. “I totally forgot I have history homework that’s due Monday. No way I can finish it tomorrow,” he shook his head remorsefully. “I gotta start tonight. You guys should have fun without me though.”

Before either of you could say anything, he had turned on his heels and jogged away. You both watched him go, silently fuming with both anger and embarrassment.

“Since when does Stan care about homework?” You heard Kyle grumble under his breath.

“I don’t think we even have history homework.”

You saw Kyle’s brow get lower. “I think you’re right.”

You both narrowed your eyes a little. He totally planned this. That little—

Someone stepped out of the arcade, and the warm gush of air that blew out enticed you both inside.

“Hey, look! New game!” You automatically pointed to a new machine, forgetting your humility in your excitement. You dashed over, quarter already in hand.

It was a two-player game; in a second you sensed Kyle’s presence beside you, though he wasn’t close enough to actually play.

You cocked your brow. “You gonna play or not?”

Kyle moved half an inch, then hesitated. In a moment, you realized why; the machine was rather small, so players were squished together. Your shoulders were pressed to each other, and the proximity was making you both blush. More than that, it was making you positively wretched at the game.

When you inevitably lost, the game asked if you wanted to play again. At the same time you both reached for the “end game” button, and you ended up with your hands stacked atop it.

You looked at each other, then just as quickly looked away and stepped back from the machine.

“I’m not usually that bad at games,” you said loudly, desperate to distract from the incident.

“Me neither. Let’s play something else.”

The next game you tried proved to be much better. You weren’t as close, so you weren’t distracted. You were able to get into a proper competitive mindset, which lasted for the next few hours while you bounced from game to game together, laughing and talking more comfortably with each round.

A buzz in Kyle’s pocket finally broke your gaming stupor.

“I’ve gotta go home,” Kyle said regretfully.

You checked the time. “Oh. Me too.”

You walked very slowly to the exit, prolonging your conversation for as long as possible. But eventually you were out on the street, and you had to part.

“See you at school on Monday,” you mumbled sadly. You hated to end the night like this.

“Yeah. Or you could give me your number.”

You told yourself the pink on his cheeks was from the cold. He told himself the same thing about the pinkness on your own cheeks.

The second you got home, you sent a “goodnight” text to Kyle. In a few seconds he responded:

Same to you. Tonight was fun :)

You sent a smiley face back. Then, miles apart, you both hugged your phones to your chests, gazing at the ceiling dumbly with massive grins on your faces.

Thank you for your request! And thanks for reading! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[thegirlwiththeblush]

Why Would You Be Loved

Eloise Bridgerton x Cressida Cowper

Word count: 3.1k

Fandom: Bridgerton

Warnings: Mention of r*pe/assault, Regency-era swearing

Song Inspiration: Why Would You Be Loved? by Hozier

Summary: Inspired by Hozier's Why Would You Be Loved?, a short angst piece for the should-be lovers Eloise Bridgerton and Cressida Cowper, in which Eloise opens up and Cressida becomes very protective.

a/n: Special thanks to @vorsdany and @jinxs-gf for sharing the prompt/writing with me, and to the former for being my first victim (proofreading). Anyways, stan Creloise, bye

“Ugh, what a bird-witted gibface.”

Eloise’s jaw dropped a little upon hearing these words from her highly sophisticated friend, and turned with a shocked grin. “Cressida!” She tried to contain her sadistic delight. “Not so loud, you’ll get us in trouble!” She glanced around to check for onlookers before continuing. “But just to be clear, we’re looking at the same person?”

Cressida smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. “I believe so.”

They both gazed in the direction of a tall, swaggering young man, Mr Connolly, who was at that moment chatting up a group of mothers and their daughters. His curly brown hair bounced as he nodded his head up and down, a sleazy grin spreading across his face, and his sideburns encroached on the corners of his lips to a point that made the girls grimace.

“I remember when Anthony’s facial hair much resembled his,” Eloise murmured, eliciting a small smile from Cressida. “I never did care for it then.”

The man sported a bright purple tailcoat over a yellow waistcoat and dress shirt, along with light pink trousers, and Cressida couldn’t help but notice a similitude between him and an exotic bird. Goodness, she had to stop smiling to herself like this, she almost definitely looked suspicious.

“Does he ever win any of them over?” Cressida enquired, trying to distract herself from his appearance. “The girls with his wooing or the mothers with his grovelling?”

“Well,” Eloise replied, sighing, “he’s yet to find a suitor, and this is his third season at it, so, I suppose not.”

“Pompous saucebox,” Cressida muttered, evoking a fit of giggles from Eloise, and the two of them sauntered across the ballroom floor to avoid attention.

A myriad of colours surrounded the pair, twirling blues and swivelling yellows swimming around them as they made their way to the other side of the room. Their own dresses, Cressida’s a deep shade of carmine and Eloise’s cobalt blue, stood out among the crowd, and yet they passed through without anyone particularly taking notice. Their eyes ran over the crowd, some faces familiar and others not, but they didn’t care for anyone else there; social events were becoming tedious to both of them, neither of them particularly interested in the real ‘purpose’ of it: seeking out a husband. They turned instead to trivial avocations, such as poking fun at unwitting victims like Mr Connolly.

However, Cressida couldn’t help but notice that her friend’s expression had changed since bringing up this particular gentleman. Once they’d completed their pointless manoeuvre to the opposite wall, she voiced her concern.

“Is something the matter, Eloise?” she asked, adjusting her crimson silk gloves. She turned to face her, and her puffed taffeta sleeves rustled as they brushed the Bridgerton’s arm.

Eloise blinked back into focus, returning Cressida’s gaze rather blankly. “Hm?”

“Is it something about Mr Connolly?” she continued. “Perhaps I took my jest too far?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Eloise replied, rushing her words and smiling half-heartedly.

Cressida frowned a little, her eyebrows furrowing. “You know you can tell me anything, Eloise.”

Eloise opened and closed her mouth a few times, and Cressida bent down, as if worried she was simply drowned out by the sounds of the ball. Finally, Eloise found the words she was looking for.

“In his first season out, Mr Connolly... took advantage of me,” she murmured.

Now it was Cressida’s turn to be silent. Unsure of what to say, she stared into space, processing this new information.

“I was out getting a breath of fresh air and I suppose he was doing the same,” Eloise elaborated, her eyes growing vacant once again. “There wasn’t much I could do; no one could hear me, and even if they did, what then? Would they believe me?” She bit her lip and turned her gaze to the floor. “But perhaps I’ve said too much.”

“Not at all,” Cressida protested, finally finding her tongue. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t tell me this before. I know I can be harsh with my words and seem cold, but this is...” And she had lost it again.

“It’s nothing,” Eloise insisted, and went on hastily when Cressida opened her mouth to argue. “What truly breaks my heart is thinking that I can’t be the only one. If no one knew about me... how many others does this happen to that we are simply unaware of?”

She raised her head again and scrunched her nose as if trying to clear an itch, and Cressida knew without looking that she was forcing back tears and her emotions.

“Does anyone else know?”

“My brother Benedict; I trust him with my life and we tell each other everything. But no one else.”

“Connolly will pay for what he’s done,” Cressida assured her.

Eloise laughed softly, a small rise and fall of her shoulders. “You and I both know he won’t. Besides, he’s the son of a favoured lord, he’s practically untouchable.”

“He will,” Cressida asserted. “I will personally see to it.”

Eloise sighed and lightly waved her hand. “Let us forget this whole affair,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m in need of refreshment, will you come with me to acquire some beverages?”

For the remainder of the evening, Eloise refused to speak further on the matter, her expression growing grave and dismissive any time Cressida attempted to bring it up again. “I spoke out of turn, Cressida, it was not my place,” she said firmly, her concerned friend taken aback. They carried on with their poking fun and teasing of the throng of aristocrats, but an air of solemnity hung over them like an impending storm cloud.

Despite Eloise’s assurances, Cressida could not get her indignance and wrath out of her mind in the following weeks. She’d grown quite close to Eloise in the last few months, and she felt like more than a friend; for someone to treat her in such a way was a personal offence to her, too. She could not comprehend how someone who could do such things had not been jailed, or worse, and her frustrations kept her up at night.

This, in turn, perturbed her, as she did not like being held captive by her own emotions, especially not those regarding someone else. She was her own woman, without attachments to hold her down, but the young Bridgerton girl had been consuming so many of her thoughts, even before this incident had been revealed to her. She’d seen enough of what love could do to someone, giving all they had only to find that it wasn’t enough, and she wanted no part of it.

Not that she loved Eloise; whatever it was she felt for her, it bothered her.

Nevertheless, she set out to find a way to bring Mr Connolly down. At every social event, she silently sought him out, only half-listening to Eloise’s ramblings and stories as she waited to catch him in... something. What she expected him to do in plain sight that she could shame him for, she wasn’t sure, but she watched and waited for anything.

“I can’t believe Lady Eldridge, wearing that shade of mauve only six months after her husband’s passing,” Eloise muttered, a hand on her chest. They were attending a local picnic and making the most of the warmer weather, hanging at the outskirts of the gathering as per usual. “It’s none of my business, I know, but you’d rather think she were seeking a new husband already.” When she received no response from her friend, she continued, “I suppose it’s to get herself out of her tremendous debt; not to mention, the debt she possesses in charm, wouldn’t you say, Cressida?”

But her friend still paid no heed to the joke made in poor taste, and Eloise raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her cunning and distant expression. “What’s troubling you, Miss Cowper?”

For whatever reason, the use of her formal name awoke Cressida from her trance. She blinked and turned her gaze to Eloise, hoping it had not been too obvious exactly who’d had her so distracted. “Nothing at all,” she replied nonchalantly. “I’m merely fascinated by the way Miss Humphries eyes Mr Lovell like a prized pig. She can barely focus on anything else.”

Eloise glanced briefly at the dumbstruck girl that Cressida was referring to, who at that moment was dropping a slice of cake in the grass in her lovesick daze. The Bridgerton girl raised her eyebrows shortly, rather disbelieving. “I see,” she said. “Amusing, indeed.”

Although she could never seem to catch Mr Connolly in a truly scandalous act, she did begin to grow more and more repulsed by his regular behaviour: the indecent glances, the attempts at flirting that she presumed were meant to be enticing but came off as rather sordid, the arrogant dismissal of any girl that he didn’t deem appealing. She even caught him giving a not-so-subtle whistle at a girl that he’d assumed was out of earshot, until the young woman looked back in disgust at him after the fact. She could not fathom how he regarded his conduct as appropriate, and was astonished that she had never noticed before, and that no one had since, aside from Benedict Bridgerton, who she’d noticed was also keeping an eye on the gabster. A man’s more adequate attempts to win her over in the past could not interest her; how did this man think he would have a chance in the world?

As if all this disarray inside of her head were not torment enough, Lord and Lady Cowper, her darling parents, were an ever-present irritation. As the courting season approached, she was routinely called upon for measurements for new gowns, in their hopes of her finally catching the eye of quite literally any gentleman. She received lecture upon lecture about manners, submission, seduction, and whatever else; she did not recall much of it as her mind was kept busy with thoughts of revenge for her friend.

Much to Cressida’s surprise and, to some extent, relief, it was not much longer before she caught the offending ‘gentleman’ in a suspicious act. Shortly before the Queen’s Ball, the Bridgertons and Cowpers were attending a modest social gathering out of respect for a mutual family friend, and it seemed that the Connollys shared this friend. The older couple who had birthed this revolting young man mingled amongst the families present, seemingly unaware of the reputation that their offspring held.

The Cowpers arrived slightly later than the Bridgertons, and Cressida knew she would later bear the punishment for the image this gave them. Upon entering, she immediately pinpointed both Eloise and Mr Connolly, who at that moment was swirling a sparkling beverage around in his glass, a crude smirk spreading across his face. She unintentionally turned her nose up and scowled, but hastily adjusted her expression as Eloise approached.

“Cressida, you will not believe the nonsense I’ve had to put up with today,” the young Bridgerton began, while Cressida subtly scanned over her shoulder. She was baffled to see Mr Connolly already making his way out a back door to the yard, glancing around and appearing to usher someone out ahead of him.

“Mother is making preparations for Colin’s return,” Eloise continued, but Cressida would not even look at her.

“So sorry, Eloise, I have, an urgent matter to attend to,” she said hastily, brushing past her friend with a small wave and smile.

Eloise blinked and watched as she made her way to the back door. “Do you... need to use the water closet?”

Cressida’s nose scrunched up at the use of such private matters in public conversation. “No, I simply need a breath of fresh air, I was feeling lightheaded,” she replied, and bustled out the door without another word. She felt the guilt sting in her stomach for having ignored her friend for so long, but she knew that bringing her abuser to justice would make it all worth it.

Ahead of her, she heard rustling coming from a walled-off garden in the middle of the yard, and muffled protestations that she feared she already knew the cause of. Hoisting her skirts so as not to be heard, she made her way to the garden, surprisingly unafraid of what she was about to discover.

Peering around the entryway, her long-held suspicions were confirmed as she saw Mr Connolly pinning a young girl, most likely a servant or maid, up against the wall, while she tried to struggle feebly enough so as not to provoke him even further. He was murmuring things to her while she shook her head, inserting a fervent ‘no’ in between his words, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Do you think this behaviour befitting of a gentleman, Mr Connolly?” she declared, rounding the corner, and the affronted nobleman staggered back in shock. The girl gathered up her skirts and fled in tears before Cressida could say anything more, and Connolly glanced between the two of them, dazed and confused.

“You repulsive rake,” she snarled, by which Mr Connolly was even further taken aback. “I know this is not your first offence. I ought to pass this on to the whole of the Ton to warn them of what danger they are in.”

Mr Connolly finally regained his composure enough to snort in response. “And who’s going to take the word of a lonely spinster over the son of the esteemed Lord Connolly?”

“Well, she’s not a spinster for one thing.”

Cressida spun round to see Eloise standing with her arms folded, looking very unimpressed at the both of them, leaning on one hip in a display of haughtiness. The former couldn’t help but smile a little to see her old friend returning to her side, despite Eloise’s clear displeasure with her meddling.

Mr Connolly guffawed, regarding them both with his mouth hanging ajar in amusement. “No one in the Ton respects either of you,” he chortled, folding his arms. “I’d hardly even call you ladies. No one will trust a single word that falls from either of your mouths.”

“But they’ll believe me.”

The three of them turned to see Benedict emerging from behind a nearby bush, looking thoroughly infuriated. “It pains me that we live in a society that will not hear a woman out if she is not deemed respectable; therefore, if it falls on me to provide the necessary confirmation and eyewitness account, you can bet your ‘esteemed father’s’ entire estate that I will be present and accounted for.” He brushed his suit down and adjusted his cuffs as Mr Connolly stood dumbstruck, clearly having realized there was no use in running away or attempting to fabricate events. “You will come with me and find the poor woman you left mid-assault, and confess your actions to your family and our hosts, or I will dress you down in front of the Ton until you’ll wish you’d never been born in Mayfair, or London, or anywhere near me, my sister, or her dear friend Miss Cowper.”

With that, he grabbed the offender’s arm by the elbow and hauled him past Eloise and Cressida, giving them both a warm but rueful smile. The two stepped out of his way, before finally turning to each other.

“Well,” Cressida began. “I’d hoped to be able to handle the situation alone, but at the very least, he’s done away with-”

“I told you to leave it, Cressida,” Eloise snapped. “What part of that do you not understand? Do you not see what danger you put yourself in, or what shame you could’ve brought me?”

Cressida sputtered in confusion. “I was only trying to help-”

“Well, you could’ve made things a great deal worse,” Eloise retaliated. “What would you have even done, had Benedict and I not been here?”

Cressida scowled. “I fail to see any assistance you gave.” She regretted the words as soon as they’d left her mouth.

“I came because I worried for you, Cressida,” Eloise said, her voice lowering from its indignant volume. “I care for you, and your ambivalence towards me as of late was agonizing.”

Cressida’s eyebrows furrowed and she lowered her head sheepishly. “Agonizing...”

“We cannot expect to win in this society, and I did not want you fretting over my situation that has already passed,” Eloise continued.

“I fret because I, too, care, Eloise,” Cressida argued softly. “Do you not see that?”

“It was pointless and endangering.” Eloise replied. “I am, however, relieved that he is being dealt with. But the way you handled it was not right.”

“I couldn’t conceive of any alternative,” Cressida explained rather heatedly. “You’d been wronged and he deserved justice.” She swallowed back the emotion rising in her throat. “I couldn’t just stand by after hearing what he did to you.”

“Well, you could’ve very well put yourself in the same position and I could not have lived knowing I did that to you, that I put you in that position. You are near to my heart, and such an attack on you would break it.”

Cressida’s mind spun with her words, the implications striking her with a frightening severity. She’d been putting aside the feelings she’d been afraid of confronting in order to seek out justice, but they were all rushing back now, at a rate that she could not handle.

Eloise stepped towards her. “Cressida, when I say I care about you...” She took a moment to gather herself. “I thought perhaps there was something between us. The way you look at me, the way you listen and hear me out, even the way you rushed to my defence against Mr Connolly...”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cressida responded without lifting her head.

Eloise blinked. “What?”

“I’ve never felt anything more than camaraderie towards you.” Cressida’s words spilled out before she could properly assess them. “I sought out Connolly for judicial reasons only. You suggest I hold amorous feelings for you?” She finally met Eloise’s eyes. “Realistically, what is there to love about you anyway?”

She could hardly believe herself as she turned and stalked out of the garden, leaving Eloise alone in the garden with her mouth open and her heart in pieces as she made her way around the house to the front.

She could not bring herself to decide if Eloise had been right. After all, it was her unaddressed feelings that had gotten her into this mess and brought this outburst from Eloise upon her. Why would she give herself up and play it all on something so hollow, rather than trust herself alone?

Reaching the driveway and finding her carriage and butler, she clambered up into it, shutting herself away inside.

[angelicyouth]

Underwater

⇢ pairing: platonic!main 4 + butters x reader

⇢ genre: mental illness ; vampire AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝You were always careful with keeping it a secret—well, you were until you just didn't care enough to have it hidden anymore.❞

⇢ warning(s): self harm ; attempted suicide

⇢ [AO3 link]

i’m in no way trying to romanticize mental illness, prompt someone into a negative headspace, or make light of any mental health issues—this was written as an outlet for my emotions if you are not in a good place then please reach out to someone because i promise that people care more than you think they do; my messages are always open if you’d like to talk

When you wake up, it’s with a sharp gasp as the thundering sound of your heartbeat overtakes the senses in your ears. It’s too loud as you strain to hear the faint noise of steady footsteps get gradually closer, your feet scrambling to kick the metal of your razor blade underneath the cold porcelain of the bathtub.

The fluorescent glint of the sliding object catches the sliver of sunshine pouring in from the glass panel of the window, letting you know that it comes to a stop just behind the clawfoot of the strikingly white structure—not fully hidden but just enough in your last minute haste. Your hands violently tremble as you rush to pull down the coarse material of your jacket over your arms, the stinging sensation overwhelming as it touches the fresh scars running jaggedly against soft skin.

You’re thankful for the dark attire you decided to adorn today as the black color of your jacket hides the deep crimson steadily spreading across your sleeves.

Hardly biting down onto your lower lip in an attempt to silence the wail of anguish threatening to sound out of your mouth from the burning cuts, the plastic cap from the bottle of bleach clatters against the tiled floor as you pour the pungent liquid down the tub. Your chest quickly heaves up and down in anxiety when you see that there’s still an inch of blood left inside of it, your mind desperately willing for the metallic-smelling substance to drain quicker.

Painfully dropping all of your weight onto your knees, you roughly grab onto the sponge lining the bathroom shelves to frantically scrub along the inner lining of the stained porcelain as the too-loud sound of shampoo bottles clatter against the floor. Before anything can get accomplished, however, the wood of the room’s door gets harshly slammed open.

“N/N!” Kenny chirps out loud, a delighted expression on his face despite the intrusion.

“Ken! I—uh.” Your mind painfully lags in panic at the prospect of being caught before you fully process the situation. “Get the fuck out! Holy shit, can’t a girl have some peace?! What if I was shitting in here!”

With unnatural reflexes, the blonde dodges the bar of soap that you violently throw at his lithe body before the object makes contact with hardened plaster and creates an indent in the wall. He cheerily whistles as mirthful ceruleans inspects the damage, a shiteating smirk adorning his handsome face at the error of your actions.

Like clockwork, a shrill voice is predictably quick to admonish the sound of chaos in the household. “Y/N!”

You wince as you hear the thundering footsteps that follow the entrance of Kyle as he unceremoniously pushes past Kenny, Stan lazily following behind the redhead with his arms leisurely crossed behind his head to watch the source of entertainment unfold. “How many fucking times do I need to tell all of you shitheads to stop fucking—”

“Woah. Is that blood..?” Stan takes a step forward to curiously peer closer to the bathtub, your smaller body defensively moving in a futile attempt to block the ravenette’s wandering eyes.

“What the fuck, N/N.” The curly-haired teen says, his disbelieving eyes firmly staring you down in a deadpan yet non-verbal question.

“What? Don’t fucking look at me like that!” You bark out loud, your eyes darting to the side in avoidance as your voice climbs in pitch from panic. “I was playing with my food—so what?”

“... In the fucking bathtub?” Stan’s voice is similarily deadpan with indication that your reasoning was one of the most stupidest fucking thing he’s ever heard in his life (and he’s lived a long time).

It’s quiet as you don’t answer his question, your eyes stubbornly glued to the corner of the tiled floor in avoidance before Kyle heaves out a tired sigh. “Okay… Okay. We uh–”

He clenches his eyes shut, his long fingers coming up to soothe the space between his eyes that are painfully furrowed as he takes a minute to gather his thoughts. “We’re going to feed. Let’s go.”

“I’m not hungry.” You lowly mumble and it’s a terrible fucking lie—you feel dangerously woozy from the amount of blood loss because you’re now able to fill the bathtub twice before you faint.

“Yeah, and I’m a fucking dumbass.” Kenny sarcastically says as he rolls his eyes, your mouth automatically parting to say that he is before he continues. “Come on, N/N—quit bullshitting. Your eyes are as red as virgin Kyle’s blushing face when a girl so much as breathes the same fucking air as him.”

“Fuck you!”

You internally curse as your eyes quickly dart to seek the bathroom’s mirror hanging over the sink, your irises painted in a vivid red to indicate hunger. Unlike popular belief, the dead can see their reflections which unfortunately showcases the deep purple casting shadows underneath your tired eyes.

And while you’re not successful in deflecting a night out with the guys to find some food when you begrudgingly follow them out of the house, you’re successful in diverting their attention over your actions in the bathroom.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Your back rests against the wall from your seated position inside of the bathtub, your legs dangling out from the side but not quite touching the tiled floor. The cool porcelain grounds you to the moment as your slightly parted lips slowly brings out small puffs of air, the numbing feeling overtaking your body making all of your thoughts and worry dissipate into the room like your breath.

You feel like you’re submerged underwater wherein your senses are disoriented despite the heightened abilities your kind grants you. Everything feels muffled—like background noise as all the things surrounding you moves in slow motion and aren’t urgent enough to capture your attention.

It’s like the feeling you get when Kenny supplies the group with an abundance of alcohol or drugs except it’s amplified tenfold because while your body is physically present, your mind is lightyears away. Sometimes when it gets like this, you wonder to yourself: am I living in a fever dream? Or is this real life and I’m just moving on autopilot—with no control over my body as it automatically goes through the familiar motions of everyday life from years of living?

The seconds go by agonizingly slow and sometimes not at all when you check the time. Hours could have passed by and it would have been no different to what mere minutes feel like as your unfocused eyes stare at the wall on the other side of the bathroom.

A piercing scream—no, a shout of anguish is what your disconnected mind belatedly registers before your head slowly turns to locate the source of the noise. You see Kenny first before you see Kyle and then Stan. Mustering up all of your strength to bring your shaky head higher you see the rest: Cartman underneath the door frame and Butters as he worriedly hovers nearby—everyone.

The image of you strikes everyone all at once, your body lying limp and prone in the bathtub with ashen skin and a blue tint to your lips. They think you're submerged inside a mixture of water until closer inspection reveals itself to be a deep, vivid crimson of purely concentrated blood.

Dangling over the edge of what was once a pure white porcelain tub is a limp hand, a slowly growing puddle laying underneath your fingertips and tainting the tiled floors of the bathroom. It’s like a painting—a still life as you stay hauntingly still and eerily quiet.

You register someone hauling your body out, multiple hands rushing to lay your body flat on the ground before someone pushes all of their body weight onto your mutilated wrists to apply pressure in an attempt to halt the onslaught of crimson. Hysterical sobs and panicked directions get frantically called out, voices shrill and close to breaking from the raw throats creating a cacophony of noise that ruins the tranquility of the once quiet room.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Don’t wipe off the blood or it won’t clot as well, you fucking idiot!”

“I didn’t know! How the fuck am I supposed to know?!”

Your name gets repeatedly called out like it’s a voice recording stuck in a loop—your eyes dazed and vision blurred as your hand weakly lifts up to drag your bloody fingertips against the salty wetness on someone’s smooth and already wet cheeks. Deep within your mind, you try to bring yourself to care that you’ve been found like this but all that comes up is hollow emptiness.

Voice slurring, your already unfocused vision gets overcome by the black dots dancing along your peripherals before the darkness overcomes you. 

“Relax—I’m not going to kill myself.”

Believe me, I know that I couldn’t if I tried because I already have.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

You were always incredibly careful—only cutting when no one was at home because it would have been suspicious if you kept yourself locked away for a long period of time. The boys and you were extremely close, one of them never too far away and always having someone by your side.

You absolutely hated it: how you’d lie and do just about anything within your abilities to keep it a secret. The way you’d triple check to see if the lock was properly in place or that no one had sent a text indicating they had a reason to suddenly barge in before you started.

Coming to, you’re not quite sure why you’re surprised to see all of the guys crammed inside of your bedroom at the Victorian mansion you all take residence in. Cartman and Stan have always complained that it was embarrassingly cliché during the modernity of the 20th century whereas Kenny often whines that chicks didn’t dig the vintage look because it made him look like a serial killer when he attempted to bring them home.

It’s quiet, but your face is blank as they all wait for you to speak. 

“What the fuck did you do to have your scars last this long..?” Kyle whispers, voice almost silent as his finger softly trails down along the raised vertical lines adorning your forearms.

There was a mixture of vertical and horizontal lines—vertical because it goes along the veins and horizontal because there was a possibility of cutting through a tendon. It was more difficult for your body to regenerate when this occurred.

Your eyebrows crease as you petulantly rip your arm away, taking note of the already faded pink color that the cuts have taken up. “Fuck off, I dont want to—”

“Y/N.” Stan firmly grasps your wrists, his emotionless face steely as he forces you to stop hiding and the deep baritone of his voice sounding very tight—no, controlled. 

Biting your bottom lip at all of the unwavering stares boring down onto your already vulnerable form, Butters’ wet voice slightly wobbles in a desperate attempt to understand. “What did you do…?”

It’s quiet but stiff for a few stilted moments and even when you finally speak up, your whisper is close to non-existent. “I had to re-open them a lot.”

Sharp breaths that almost sound like sobs resound throughout the vicinity of the room as Kenny takes a shaky step back from the foot of your bed, the implication of your words paralyzing everyone with sorrow and anguish. The regenerative abilities you’re all granted works hard but it seems your razor has been working impossibly harder in contrast.

No one speaks until there's a long, slow inhale. Butters' voice is now bordering on hysterical, stricken with tears and a failure to accept the situation. “Why did you do it..?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorr—” 

“Y/N.” Kyle is quick to cut off your rushed apologies, “We’re not—none of us are angry with you, love. We just want to know why you did it. Help us understand, please. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you ever tried to stop? Or thought about stopping?” Butters' knuckles are rubbed raw as he anxiously presses them together, denial heavily coating his almost manic voice.

“It’s not that simple, Butters.” Kyle’s voice is strained in thinly veiled control, his stilted words coming out of clenched teeth before his throat shifts to swallow.

“Why not?! Stop and you’ll be better—we could help you get better, N/N.”

“Butters!” Stan loudly barks out, his tightly clenched fists shaking by his sides in concealed desperation for the blonde to just stop as the skin on his knuckles becomes stark white from the pressure he exerts.

Stubbornly, Butters’ desperate pleas continue. “No! She hasn’t even tried! She can get better! She wouldn’t just let this tear us apart—“

Your nose sniffs once, a very tired sigh leaving your body when Stan takes a threatening step towards the hysterical blonde before you distantly explain. “Fucking stop! I don’t know, okay?”

“Wh—”

“I’m not sad. I actually get jealous of the people that get upset from certain events because they at least have some kind of stressor.” A laugh escapes from your raw bitten lips but it’s devoid of amusement and hollow.

Your hands are tightly clenched into fists as you shakily bring them up to tiredly scrub at your face, futilely stopping the steady stream of tears leaking out of your already swollen eyes. “Why don’t I have a clear trigger, Ky? How come there isn’t a reason or a cause to my feelings? Why am I so sick?”

Everyone feels helpless as they watch you break, the words once overfilling their bodies with question and confusion suddenly gone in the wake of your desperate question.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You sob out, your teeth applying pressure as they bite down onto your already raw lips to silence your vocal anguish.

“Oh, baby.” Kenny clumsily pushes his way towards your side on the bed, his arms firmly wrapping around your trembling form to bring your body into his comforting embrace.

A pained cry gets cut off as he gently brings your sticky face against the column of his neck, your hands quickly finding purchase at the soft material of the shirt adorning his lithe frame. You want to feel the reassurance of the blondes' physical touch but you can’t help but to yearn for the attribution of warmth that was so painstakingly absent from your bodies.

“I know that I’m not but I just wanted to feel human again.” You hiccup against the expanse of skin that your face nuzzles into, Kenny’s grip tightening around your waist as he seamlessly hauls your smaller body onto his lap.

“I’m not… I’m not going to apologize for turning you, N/N. You were fucking dying right in front of me, I couldn’t just leave you to bleed out on the fucking streets.” Stan’s voice is stubbornly quick to defend his actions but his body is rigid as the doubt starts to slowly creep through as he watches your curled up form. 

“I wish you did.” You softly whisper into Kenny’s safe solace, your words not meant to be heard but they are anyway as everyone helplessly finds themselves at a loss.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking say that!” The blonde frantically yells, his arms pressing your smaller form impossibly closer to his shaking body.

Like you would simply disappear if he lost sight of you again.

And you don’t say anything, because you can’t lie.

“Wh—Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!” Kyle yells, his voice interrupting what sounded like someone going through the drawers of your furniture.

Cartman ignores him as his hands busy themselves in continuing his search through your things. He doesn’t speak up until he throws a few pill bottles onto the silk linen of your bed, the orange plastic noticeably empty.

“Six bottles of sleep aid that could triple as a goddamn horse tranquilizer are fucking missing.” His arms are crossed as he vehemently spits out, his tone admonishing the others for not paying closer attention to their beloved member of the group.

“… Fuck.” Stan mutters out, a ghostly pallor to his already dead skin as he wonders how he missed all of this happening.

How he let it get this far.

“There’s only two left.” You drowsily mumble against Kenny, his lips gently pressed against the soft locks of hair adorning the crown of your head as he holds onto you. “Tried seven times already and—“

“Okay!” Kyle loudly interrupts, his trembling hand coming up to delicately caress his forehead as he takes a shaky seat at the foot of your bed. “… Okay.”

He feels like he’s actually going to vomit.

“Fuck!” Stan seemingly explodes, his tightly clenched fist flying into one of your bookshelves. The whole entire structure falls apart at his touch, violently tossing books onto the floor and releasing a smattering of wooden splinters that are quick to follow.

“Fuck! Fuck!” His feet roughly connect with a standing floor lamp next, shattering the item against the wall as it noisily fizzles out until the room is only cast in the soft glow of your bedside table’s light.

Butters is quick to restrain the raging ravenette, sobs spilling through his mouth as he attempts to stop further destruction. The two clumsily sink to the floor, Stan abruptly losing the fight in his body as his head begins to dizzily swim at further proof of this shocking discovery.

It was overwhelming because it now felt like he was the one that couldn’t breathe, like he was the one now drowning.

a/n: i'd like to think that in this universe, team craig are werewolves with one of them being reader's love interest!! let me know if any of you would be interested in reading that :)

[missuswalker]

Dude the red hcs are so good bc I have the exact same vision of her in my head like playing volleyball and being extremely gay and pining for Wendy like that’s EXACTLY what I thought too 😭😭 BOUNCING OFF THAT VOLLEYBALL IDEA could you do mutual pining hcs of basketball player Kyle and volleyball player reader please? With bff Red on the side bc the energy u gave her makes me wanna see u write her more HAHA thank you!!

THIS IS SO BFHEFBEUIHU!!! lets kiss.

cheer you on || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: your best friend, red, has been trying to convince you that kyle likes you, though you aren't totally convinced until he shows it himself (pt two can be found here) ✮ warnings: stanley marsh jumpscare

"God damn, he's so damn fine." Red gives me a look, already knowing who I was talking about. "Girl, you're like a stalker, hashtag free Kyle," Red scoffs, looking in the direction I was. "Yeah, well you can't tell me that Wendy isn't in your recently searched on Insta," I retort. "I could. It just wouldn't be true."

My eyes stayed on Kyle, watching as he talks to his friends, telling someone off for spilling water all over the lunch table. Kyle and I were okay friends, we talked when we saw each other, but it was never much more than that. Red swore on her life that he flirts with me all the time, but I could only think he was just being nice.

"If you don't go talk to him, I'm drowning you." Red jests, taking a sip from her water bottle. "Hell no, are you insane?" I say, shutting even the idea of talking to him down, stealing a grape out of Red's lunchbox. "He's looking over here," Red whispers, elbowing me.

"Shut up!" I snap, trying not to give in to the urge to look back. "Woah, woah, woah, he's coming over her," Red continues, her voice louder than I would've liked it to be. "Shut up!" I repeat, acting like I didn't have a clue that he was walking up behind me.

"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Kyle asks, taking the seat next to me. "Not much, just... lunch." I need to shut the fuck up. "Cool," Kyle chuckles, pushing his curly bangs out of his eyes. "You coming to the basketball tonight? It's a big one and I was kinda hoping you could be my personal cheerleader," He grins. I could feel Red's amusement even while I wasn't facing her.

"I totally would, but I have volleyball tonight." I answer. Of course I have volleyball the night Kyle invites me to come watch his basketball. "Home game?" He asks, messing with his bangs once again. "Yeah, sorry, I really wish I could come." He shrugs, giving me a nod, glancing back at his friends.

"It's cool, don't worry about it. Next time, maybe," He mumbles, standing up. "See you in history?" I nod, giving him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, see you." I watch him walk back to his table, jumping as Red punches me in the shoulder.

"He was so bummed! "My personal cheerleader"? Are you serious? He wants you! That was so an invitation to have his little kosher children!" Red exclaims, shaking my arm. "Ew, what the hell? Have his kosher children? He just invited me to a basketball game, I bet he invited, like, eight other girls," I argue, pulling my arm away.

"Are you talking about Kyle?"

"Jesus Chirst," I huff, jumping at the sudden appearance of Stan. Whipping around, I see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "He only invited you. He's been growing the balls to do it all day." Stan continues, staring into my soul. I give Red a look, my eyes going back to Stan.

"Ok... bye Stan," I say, waving in hopes he'd leave. He rolls his eyes, returning to his table. "Creep," Red mumbles, zipping up her lunchbox.

✮

Our match had just ended, our setter, Bebe, dragging out a cooler of gatorades. "Holy shit, Y/n, look to your left," Red laughs, nudging me. I turn and immediately see what she was telling me to look at. "Is that Kyle? Why is he here, did he skip his basketball game?" I say, completely shocked to see the redhead boy at my volleyball game.

He gives me a wave, his signature goofy grin taking over his previously straight face as he steps down from the bleachers. I meet him in the middle, giving him a confused look. "What are you doing here, I thought you had basketball?"

"I wanted to come cheer you on. I called in sick, Butters was gonna take my place." He answers, sending me into a swarm of thoughts. "You're fucked if your coach finds out you were at my stupid volleyball match." I scold, earning a playful eye roll from Kyle.

"It wasn't stupid. You were really good. Plus, I wanted to ask you something."

Hoooollllyyyy shit. If this was going where I thought it was going, I was going to pass away on the spot.

"I think you're gorgeous, and I was wondering if I could take you to get something to eat sometime. I really like you."

Woah.

"Yeah, that sounds fun. Text me?" "Definitely. See you tomorrow."

I was literally about to pass away. Walking back to my team, Red was readily prepared to shit on me about this.

"Told you so." "Shut up."

a/n: MEOOOWWWW

ruff ruff ruff im such a kahl gremlin (not proofread, i'll do it after my nap 😻) (its 3 am)

[lost-walmartbag]

Kyle x reader p. 1

Warning: Swearing, violence, all characters are over 18!

Background: It's your freshman year of college and you have been dating your boyfriend Jake since middle school. One day as you walk around campus you see Jake with another girl and snap. Thankfully Kyle was there to pull you away.

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"I hope you fucking die." You growl at your boyfriend who you caught making out with a random girl.

You punch him square in the face making him stumble back as his nose gushes blood. The girl looks at you with fear in her eyes. You glare at her and then back down at your boyfriend.

"Dont hurt her." He says holding his nose.

"Not going to im gonna hurt you." You say kicking him in the balls.

"Woah hey hey." A man says as he pulls you away from him.

"Let go of me!" You yell trying to get out of his grip.

"You crazy bitch." Your boyfriend yells out in pain.

"I'll show you fucking crazy." You yell back trying to get out of the mystery person's grasp.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend you dick." The girl says pouring her smoothie on him as he's still on the floor. The girl walks away calming you down a bit.

"Dont ever fucking talk to me again not even to get your shit I'm burning it!" You say as the person holding you drags you away. You look up seeing a tall boy with pale skin an big red curly hair.

He sees you looking at him and blushes a bit. "Please don't kill me I just didn't want security to come. Not the he didn't deserve what you did to him."

He let's you go once you got far enough away. You dust yourself off and look down at your bloody hand. You sit down on the bench you were in front of and sigh.

"I'm sorry." You say whipping off the blood on your sweater. "Thanks for keeping me from killing him I guess."

"Dont mention it. But God you went pretty crazy." He said with a chuckle.

"God wouldn't you? Dated since middle school only reason I came to this college and he cheats on me. Doesn't even have the decency to do it in private." You say rubbing your bruised knuckles.

He looks down at your hand and frowns a bit. "Do you want me to help you patch up your hand?"

"You're not a murderer are you?" You ask looking at him causing him to laugh softly.

"I promise I'm not."

"I guess I got nothing better to do." You say getting up and following him to his dorm. Once you walk in you see the room wa well decorated and pretty tidy for a man's room. You see two twin size beds and a desk with a computer. It was not a big room but it had enough space.

Kyle pulls out a first aid kit and pats a space on his bed. You sit down and he holds your hand wrapping some bandages around your hand. 

"Sorry for all the trouble." You mutter.

"Hey don't worry about it you can pay me back sometime if you want." He says with a smile.

Suddenly the door opens and a man with black hair walks in. He looks at the two of you.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Hey I'm Y/N." You say.

"Stan." He says

"Oh thats right I didn't even ask your name." The redhead said. "I'm Kyle, and I think your hand is all good."

"Thank you." You say and hop off his bed and move your now bandaged hand. "I should get going but thanks for today bye Kyle bye Stan."

You walk out leaving Kyle and Stan there. Kyle let out a sigh and threw his head back. Stan watched Kyle closely just staring at him.

"What?" Kyla asked feeling Stan's eyes on him.

"Y/N? Really?" Stan asked. "I've heard about her she's pretty crazy."

"Tell me about it," Kyle said with a smile.

A/N: Thank you sm for reading im sorry of it not that great I'm very sleep deprived but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little. Lemme know if you want more. I'm pretty new to Tumblr so please be nice to me I will cry. Anyway love you all thank you so much for reading 🩷

[kylelovskii]

Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.

(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!

girl i was made for this don’t even worry 😭😭

this is so good i love it

thank you for requesting!

yes the title is the title of a smiths song 😒🤚

TW GUYSS!! abuse, slapping, alcohol abuse, yelling, arguing, humongous toxic relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of drug abuse

this night has opened my eyes

kyle could only imagine what awaited him when he opened the front door of your shared home. would you be drinking? would you just be angry no matter what? or would today be a good day and this break up'll go a bit smoother than planned?

hint: it’s not the last two.

before kyle could even put his hand on the door knob, he heard your loud voice erupt from the other side.

"quit fucking contacting me! i will never ever be with you ever again!"

maybe if he was quiet he could sneak past you. he slowly turned the door knob and stepped inside the house.

there you were, shaking a beer bottle near the phone to emphasize to the person on the other end how bad you’ve turned out. "you hear that?" you asked. "that’s fucking beer. i’ve turned into you now. and you wanna know who has to endure it? kyle! big fucking whoop."

kyle didn’t want to move. you were drunk off your ass, you’d definitely see him sneak by. out of being scared and all, he couldn’t help but wonder who you were talking to, but he didn’t have to wonder for much longer.

"you’ve turned me into this, stan. i don’t know why the hell you’re crying."

when kyle heard his best friends name, he squeaked, causing you to be alert and turn around. you stared at him and said, "stan, don’t ever call me again. bye." you hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.

beer sloshing all around in the bottle, you stormed over to kyle and grabbed him by his curly, red hair. "what the fuck are you doing, you little eavesdropper!?" you shouted, dragging him to the middle of the living room and throwing him down on the floor. "n—nothing! i wasn’t eavesdropping! i just got home, i swear!" as kyle laid on the floor, he put his hands up in defense. nothing had to be said, everything about him was already begging for mercy.

"you swear, huh?" you took a swig of beer. "if you swear, then why the hell were you still there when i looked!?" you screamed, slapping him on the 'hell' part of your sentence. he cried and put his hands over his face, trying to prevent you from striking his freckled face again. his glasses were scattered across the floor from how hard you hit him, and his cheek was starting to turn a peachy pink.

"i was scared to move! please, i won’t do it again!"

guess there would be no break up tonight. just a good beating and make up sex probably.

"yeah, yeah. i won’t do it again! i promise, i didn’t mean to! i was scared! that’s all i hear from you, wimp! you’re like a little girl. why can’t you act like a man and take a few punches, huh? why are you crying? why are you shaking like a damn leaf? nothin' to be scared of. im just g'nna hit ya a few times, teach you a lesson." your words were starting slur, yet you sounded more intimidating by the second. "you have to realize i will never take it easy on you. you have to realize i will only get worse until someone fixes me. until you realize that, you are useless. you are just another doll to punch."

kyle’s hands moved away from his face, hot tears staining his perfect cheeks. his breath was shaky along with his whole body. he always thought, deep deep down, you loved him, that he was the man you were gonna marry. he was wrong of course, but maybe there was still a possibility.

maybe that’s why he said, "but, (y/n), i love you."

that stunned you. your beer bottle dropped to the plush carpet, the intoxicating liquid seeping into the brown softness. your mouth formed a small 'o', and a single tear fell from your eye onto kyle’s face.

"you..you what?"

"i love you. i do. i’ll fix you. i will help you."

"no…no you won’t. you’re just too scared t'leave."

"no, i want to help you. i understand now. you’re not like this just for kicks. you’re just sick and in need of a cure, and i’m that cure."

"quit fuckin' talking like that!" you rose up your hand and struck kyle again. kyle let out a cry and screamed for you to stop. he was telling the truth, he wanted to help you. a break up would do no good for you. you would just go repeat this cycle with someone else.

kyle grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled your face closer to his tear stained one. "i want to help you," he firmly said, his voice strained and high pitched from all the crying. your tears kept coming just like his, but you ignored them.

you yanked yourself from his grasp, getting off the floor and standing up straight. "get up," you told kyle and he scrambled to his feet. "please, (y/n)." kyle took your hand in his, pulling you back to him. you looked delirious. the under of your eyes purple, a bruise here and there from kyle trying to defend himself almost every night, your eyes red from crying, and your breath disgusting from all the booze you’ve downed today.

you just stared at him, your eyes going soft and half lidded. kyle slid a hand up to hold your face. he pecked your lips, the taste nauseating him, but he loved you nonetheless.

"you, uh, never told me your relationship with stan was bad like that," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. you sighed and shook your head. "he drank. a lot, as you may know, and he hurt me. mentally and physically. one thing led to another, i started drinkin' too. one day i came home, he tried to start somethin', and i beat the living shit out of him," you explained, but that wasn’t it.

"after stan was kenny, and he was on drugs. he drank a little too, but not as bad as me. he beat me, i beat him, then i ran away and went to cartman. i think cartman was the worst. with him, i could never fight back, so i just sat around, a fuckin' alcoholic with cuts and bruises all over me. i tried to break things off with him tons of times, but then he’d just beat me and then fuck me as an apology. i liked the sex, so that became a habit of mine with you." you sighed and cupped kyle’s face. "but you— you were different. you didn’t try to hurt me. but out of habit, i hurt you."

kyle just looked at you in shock. he never knew any of his friends were huge pieces of shit like that. except for cartman. kyle knew stan drank, but he didn’t know he beat his girlfriend. and he had no idea kenny was addicted to drugs.

but he understood now, you weren’t just mad for no reason with a hatred for the world. you were hurting, and you were being the only way you knew how to be.

kyle looked i to your eyes and saw something switch. you pushed him away and sank to your knees, sobbing. "kyle, just go! you feel sorry because i’m just another poor girl. you just want to help me because you’re sorry, not because you love me," you choked out. kyle sank to his knees in front of you. "no, i want to help you. i love you, i do. we’ll find you a good therapist. we’ll throw out all the beer. we can go to counseling. maybe get you into anger management or something. i will fix you. i’ll do whatever it takes."

you looked up at him, face drenched in tears. he was putting on his glasses back on and wiping all his tears away. "kyle, do you know how much money that’ll be?" you sobbed. this was no use. he couldn’t help you.

"we have the money. i promise. i’ll find you someone, and i’ll find someone for us. we’ll get you a new phone number so stan’ll stop calling you. i promise, you will get better, and i will be there every step of the way," kyle reassured and put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a good squeeze. "i know i keep telling you, but i love you. i—i wanna marry you."

"kyle, i just slapped you twice, and you wanna marry me?"

"yes i do," he chuckled. "please, just say it back. i love you."

you sighed, smiled, and shook your head. "i love you too, kyle. maybe if your plan is successful, we’ll have a white picket fence too." you laughed, looking at kyle, your tears drying. kyle laughed too and kissed you. it felt like love. it sounds weird, but to the both of you, it was the best way to describe it.

kyle stood up and stretched his hand out to you. "let’s clean you up and get this beer off the floor. you look like you haven’t slept in weeks," kyle said, putting an arm around you and leading you to the bathroom.

after cleaning you up and the mess on the living room, you looked like the pretty girl kyle remembered falling in love with.

"ky, can we please go t'bed. i’m tired as shit," you slurred, stumbling around in his arms. kyle swooped you up bridal style and took you to your shared bedroom. he gently laid you down in bed, then crawled in beside you.

as you drifted off, you quietly said, "kyle i’m s'sorry for the way i’ve treated you..please fix me."

kyle could only smile and kiss your head as you finally got some good rest.