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night-night-stories-before-bed · 4 months ago

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A horned protector

Warning ⚠️ ; Cursing, mention of past character death, abuse of alcohol, blood.

Pairing; none, reader is inside a male body

Summary; You don't enjoy it, and neither do the brothers, but the three of you are stuck together because of their father. John Winchester outsmarted you, binding you in a deal to watch and protect his sons. Well, only Dean. And tonight, you are doing just that.

Ps; I did not mean for this story to be this long. Hope y'all like a long read!

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Being a demon wasn't always easy or fun. For example, you were stuck with two hunters who despised your existence and wanted nothing more than to kill you! So why stick around? Because their father had outsmarted you on a deal. You were still mad about it.

You had known and tormented John Winchester for years. You used to have fun stalking him during his hunts or just following him and messing around. You could remember that time you followed him on a vampire hunt, exaggerating everything; the sneaking around, the search for clues. You even put on a Sherlock Holmes costume!

Oh, how John hated you! He even once tried to run you over with the Impala. It was good memories. Well, until that night when John summoned you specifically on a crossroad. It was shocking and unexpected.

You could still remember the seriousness and solemnity in his eyes as he made his deal with you. That upon his death you would watch and protect his sons against Azazel. Well, mostly Dean. For some reason, John had put an emphasis on protecting his eldest boy. But there had been a trick; that he could still make a deal with another demon if its meant protecting and or saving his sons.

You hadn't believed it would happen. It was so precise!

And then it did.

John Winchester had died and the deal had to be followed.

It had been a few years and you had failed not once, but twice. Sam had been stabbed to death and Dean had made a deal, ending with his soul being dragged into hell. Yes. You had failed miserably and it was pitiful. You had given your all even when the boys had tried to kill you, you stayed around to watch over them, but it was as if an outside force had been against you.

It intrigued you, especially now that you had learned about the so-called ‘prophet’ the brothers had met and who was a writer. That Chuck had written about their life, even about you, which had been both a surprise and shock with how accurately he had been describing some events. It also made you wary. What other capacity did that man have? Could he hurt Dean and Sam?

Those thoughts were on your mind as you walked toward the brother’s motel room. The Impala was parked in front of it, guiding you in the right direction. The boys were hunting something, you didn't really pay attention to what, for the past week. They were lost in the middle of Texas on a full moon and you could tell it impacted them differently.

Sam, bless his heart, stayed happy and festive researching their monster restlessly. You hadn't seen him for the past two days but knew he was fine thanks to Dean.

Dean who was the one taking it the worse. While he kept smiling for his little brother you saw the emptiness behind his eyes, the way he clenched his jaws and how his nights were filled with nightmares. Dean didn't know you knew as you came only when they slept by fear of either getting shot or stabbed.

Well, except tonight.

You had gone out of your way to get the boys more supplies for their hunts after seeing they were getting low. Silver bullets and knives, salt and you even braved the Church to get some holy water, burning your hand on the process. But it was a small price to pay if it could help keep the Winchester brothers alive.

The bag hanging on your shoulder, you moved your free hand to unlock the door the the brothers’ room, calling for Dean.

- “Hey pieface, guess what I got for y'all!”

You barely finished your sentence when a shadow mover in front of your eyes. You barely had the time to duck, dropping the bag, before pain exploded in your face.

Hand clenched tightly around Dean’s wrist, your demonic eyes stared at the eldest brother with both amusement and pride. You chuckled as you forced Dean to remove the knife from your cheek. A few inches more and you would have dropped death.

- “My, my! Look at the mess you are making Dean.” You said, your demonic eyes turning to the blade as blood poured out of your opening cheek. You could feel the flesh hanging against your jaw, exposing your teeth. “Better clean it up before Sammy comes back.”

- “What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean asked, snatching his wrist out of your grip.

- “Bringing you some gift!”

You bowed down, grabbed the bag and shoved it in Dean’s arms. You watched him walk to the table and drop everything on it. You could smell the scent of alcohol clearly, almost as if you had the bottle right under your nose. You frowned, watching closely as Dean examined everything.

The eldest brother was clearly tipsy now that you watched more attentively. You clicked your tongue annoyed with how careless Dean was. You knew how he had a lot on both his shoulders and mind, but the bottle wasn't the answer. Yet, you said nothing, your eyes looking around to see the bottles of beer and other alcohol around the room.

With a wave of your hand, you moved them all together before proceeding to clean. You felt Dean’s gaze staring holes in your back and almost laughed, but didn't. You just remembered what day it was.

Today was the anniversary of John Winchester’s death.

You sighed softly as you put the last bottle in the trash back before turning your attention to Dean. He had dropped down on the bed, feet hanging from the mattress and his back turned to you. For a second you imagined him as a small pouting child, which he kinda was. You didn't want to know just how bad the situation would turn out when Sam would come back…

You left Dean pouting on the bed and went to take care of your face. Grabbing a needle and some thread you stitched your cheek back together before taking off your shirt and washing it in the sink. You didn't want to trigger Sam with the smell of your blood, knowing how hard the boy had worked to get ride of his addiction.

Clean, you walked out of the bathroom to get ride of your blood that had fallen on the ground. Still on the bed, Dean stared at you, eyes clouded by the alcohol. You clicked your tongue like a disappointed father before looking at him.

- “You are on a hunt, Dean. Why are you drinking like that?”

- “Fuck you. Get out of our room.”

You rolled your eyes and threw away the blood-soaked tissues before making a knot in the bag.

- “Yeah, I will. For five minutes. I’ll be right back.”

Carrying the trash bag, you went outside. The air was heavy and humid and there was no breeze. You saw no one else outside and yet still felt like you were being watched. Frowning, you hurried to throw away the trash. Looking around you, you couldn't see anything alive. Not in the trees or on the ground nor in the sky.

But the feeling was still there.

You weren't alone out there.

Grinding your teeth, you went back inside and locked the door. The sound had Dean sitting on the bed staring at you angrily.

- “What the fuck are you…” Dean tried to ask before you interrupted him.

- “Shut up. We are not alone and something was outside watching me.” You said, grabbing a shotgun and throwing it at him. “Get ready, I bet its about to get messy.”

That was enough to sober up Dean who grabbed the gun and got up, joining you in the middle of the room. Your eyes were glued to the window even if the curtains were closed. Next to you, Dean was calling Sam to tell him to come back as quickly as possible.

He didn't mention that you were there.

Outside you heard the gravel crunching as something walked around in front of the door and window. Immediately Dean raised his gun, ready to shoot if anything tried to enter. You waved your hand, turning off the lights, trying to make you two as discreet as possible. You could still see clearly, unlike Dean.

The sound of footsteps became quieter until then silence was all that was left. Dean’s breathing was the only thing you could hear and neither of you moved nor dropped your guard. It wasn't over, you knew it. Whatever was outside had watched you and saw where you went.

It knew you were in there.

You moved, ever so slightly, keeping Dean behind you. Whatever that thing was, you didn't want to take the risk for Dean to be hurt. Not only because of your deal with John but also because Dean had been drinking. His reflexes weren't going to be as fast as normally.

- “Oi fucker, what are you doing?” Dean asked, voice barely audible.

- “Honoring my deal with your father, pieface.” You replied with a chuckle.

The next seconds passed in a blur.

The sound of broken glass filled the room as a growl broke the silence of the night. A shadow jumped between the curtains ready to pounce on you and Dean. Without thinking you raised your hand and sent the thing flying against the wall. Dean didn't lose a second and immediately shot at it.

The monster moved before any bullet hit it.

Knowing what was to come, you turned your attention on Dean. With the same trick, you sent Dean flying out of the room by the broken window. The young man screamed and you smiled as the creature tackled you to the ground, fangs and claws digging in your flesh. You didn't scream, fingers finding the thing’s eyes and pushing them deep.

Warm blood pulsed and rolled down your hands and wrists as the creature howled in pain. You didn't let go and kept digging, feeling the eyes break under your fingers and nails scratching the bones.

You gasped and coughed as blood and brain matter splashed all over your faces. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the room and the corpse fell on top of you. Groaning, you pushed the carcass off top of you and sat, disgust painted all over your face. You turned your attention toward the window where Dean stood, shotgun still pointed on the dead creature.

- “We need to go, now. Cops won't be long to get here and I don't want to have to explain this mess. Grab everything, I’ll get the car ready.” Dean said before walking away.

Not questioning him, you did as told. Within a minute you had gathered all the brothers’ belongings and the things you had gotten for them. The next, you sat next to Dean as he drove you away to go get Sam. The silence was heavy and even you didn't dare say a word. There was something, like a fragile balance, between the two of you. So fragile that a single sound would brake it and make Dean snap.

Which happen even if you didn't said a word.

The eldest Winchester hit the break and before you could ask what he was doing, his fist collided with your already injured jaw. Then another fist followed and another. It took you a few seconds to realize that Dean was crying, his whole body shaking with each sob. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but guessed he was cursing you like always.

You didn't defend yourself, allowing Dean to just let it all out until you finally caught a few words. Your fault. Didn't do enough. Abandoned us.

He wasn't hitting you.

He was hitting what you represented.

No.

Who you represented.

His father who hadn't been present. His father who had been so hard and rough on him and who, in the end, had died before they could talk about everything. John had died leaving Dean without ny closure.

Dean hadn't been drinking because he was sad, but because he was angry.

After a few minutes, you gently grabbed Dean by the shoulders and he stopped. In your hands, you could feel his body shaking with every sob. If you could still feel emotions, the sight would have broken your heart. But you were a demon. You had lost your humanity a long time ago.

You both kept quiet. Dean by shame, you because you didn't know what to say. Dean drove away until you came across a familiar car; the one Sam had used to go to the library. You stopped again and Sam jumped in, abandoning his car. The door was barely closed that Dean was off again.

- “What the fuck happened to you?” Sam asked you, leaning between your and Dean’s seat.

- “Got a visit from your friend. I don't think he loved me much!” You said jokingly, waving your hands to show your wounds. “Sorry for the smell sweetheart.”

- “Anyway. What are you doing here?” Sam asked after a few seconds of silence.

- “I came to give y'all a bag of ammunition and other things y'all could use during your hunts. I saw how low you were on your inventory.”

Sam looked at you in surprise and suspicion. Of course, the youngest would wonder if you were doing it for another reason than to help. He looked at his brother, expecting Dean to deny what you said, but when his brother said nothing, Sam simply nodded and thanked you.

Slowly, they were learning to trust you. After all, you never lied to them, not even once. And in the future, you would be the only one to do so. Unknown to you three, there would be even more tragedy and danger to come, but you would be there, always.

You would be their horned protector until it killed you.

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yourmisogynistfriend · 9 months ago

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✨The story behind my blog name✨

Come sit on my lap, sweetie, and let me tell you why I decided to call myself yourmisogynistfriend

Well first it’s because the old name was due to be changed. My previous name was truegirlssftagain. This name originated of my first blog I created at 17, which was named onlytruegirls (yes, I know I was underage when I created this blog, thanks for noticing). I only reblogged pics of hot girls in bikinis or naked. The name was because I wanted to show what true girls were supposed to look like. This was obviously a very restricted point of view, but I was young. Anyway, this concept of « true girl » sticked with me over the years. But at one point I realized it was a little bit cringe and dumb for a blog name. I always tried to not appear as a tumblr dom and this blog name clearly didn’t helped.

So I have been thinking about what my new name could be. I always thought the fact I post very misogynist stuff while being a huge feminist was pretty ironic. Yes, I am feminist. I believe in gender equality, I believe women are equal to men, I get mad every time something happens in the world against women. Anyway, I’m not here to convince you about how feminist I am. But I once remembered an event that happened to me and I thought it was pretty funny.

During a class in uni, we had an activity about history of feminism, the group was split in two based on our last names and my part of the group was made of four women out of 20 people. To talk about feminism… See how ironic this is? Let me tell you that the women of my group, who are personal friends, were not feeling very comfortable to talk among a group of men. Well after the activity, my girl friends told me I was the only man in the group they trusted to not make misogynist comments (and some others really said some borderline stuff). I was the only man they wanted to hear give his opinion on the subject. What came to my mind at this moment is « good thing they don’t know about my tumblr blog! ».

So, let’s get back to when I decided to choose a new blog name. I remembered that moment and was thinking: « I’m actually a real feminist, a man whose presence makes women feel safe, whose opinions about feminism are welcome by women, and yet my blog is about objectifying women ». It’s hell of a duality! I thought it was a good idea to exploit this experience I lived. So I decided the new name will be about the fact that even your feminist friends may be fantasizing about molesting you. Even the most feminist person you know may be daydreaming of legalized rape and free use in public.

I thought about calling my blog yourfeministfriend, because that’s what I am. I am a feminist friend and yet I fantasize about misogyny. But the name was already taken. I decided to call myself yourfeministbuddy, and it worked… for a week. My blog got deleted. I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or if feminists found and mass reported me. Just in case, I didn’t take any chance and decided my new blog would be yourmisogynistfriend. This way, nobody can report me saying my blog name is a lie, even if the dual effect of my blog name and my blog content is gone.

Sorry if it’s a long story for your silly little brain, but I think it’s worth the effort of reading it all.

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snffbeebee · 2 years ago

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Poison Apples Chapter 2

{ Catch up with Chapter 1 }

Word Count - 2,620

Warnings - Swearing, a little bit of sexy time...and well just the Mark of Cain doing what it does best. Enjoy, because this baby is just getting started!!!!

“Alright, it’s time to explain,” you stated as you settled onto the bed of the hotel room he selected for the night. “Who the fuck are you and why are people trying to kill you?”

“Not people,” he reminded you. “Demons.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed out as he sat down the bags on the floor. “Let’s start over. I’m Dean.”

“Not Jonathan Cash?” you snarked.

“No,” he smirked. “Not Johnny Cash.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed at his amusement to his own poor joke.

“It’s a thing I do,” he shrugged as he sat down in a chair across from you. “And I’m a hunter. I hunt ghosts, demons, all that supernatural kind of stuff that you probably don’t believe in.”

“And now they’re after you?”

“Because of this,” he pointed to that mark on his arm again. “It’s the mark of Cain. With this, I don’t die but I become one of them.”

“A demon?” you snarked.

“Yes,” he replied. “And he’s not as nice as me.”

“So you were a demon and now you’re not?” you raised your brow.

“Yeah, there’s a cure to make me human again,” he replied. “But that doesn’t undue its damage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathed out deeply. “But fighting and killing… I like it. It’s like it wants me to do it and is always hungry.”

“Well that’s comforting,” you sarcastically stated. There was a long pause as your mind wandered back to the events of the night. “So why haven’t you just killed me?”

“You’re innocent,” he shrugged. “From what I can tell at least. You seem like a good person.”

“Thanks I guess,” you said softly. “So it’s just you?”

“There’s others like my brother,” he looked off. “We’re not talking at the moment but he’s out there too, looking for me.”

“And you’re hiding from your brother?”

“More like, keeping my distance,” he replied, looking back at you. “He’s gone mad trying to find a cure and I can’t let him get anyone else hurt because of me.”

“I thought you said there was a cure?”

“To being a demon, yes, but to get rid of this? No.”

“How did you even get that?”

He went on to explain the father of evil, Cain, and how he came to be the newest bearer of the mark and why. He discussed how he had died shortly after because of an asshole angel Metatron and turned demon to run around with the king of hell until his brother and their friend, who was also an angel, cured him.

“You do know this all sounds insane right?” was all you could really muster out.

“I’m not an idiot. I know it does, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“And if I don't?”

“You’ll most likely end up dead,” he replied flatly. “None of them that are after me will care. You’re just another member of collateral damage.”

“Great,” you took a deep breath. “So it’s basically just a matter of time before I either die or go back and go to jail for the rest of my life?”

“Like I said before,” his eyes met yours. “Listen to me and you’ll be alive.”

After letting a large puff of air escape through your lips you got up from your spot. He watched you closely as you found the mini fridge. There were little bottles of alcohol inside and you were going to down each and every one of them. After twisting off the top of a vodka, you shot it back in one big gulp.

You heard a snicker coming from him as you went to open another. You opted to ignore him as you chugged down the second one.

“It’ll probably be at least a day before they find the bodies at your place, but it’s likely that someone from the hospital will notice your new patient is no longer there and review the cameras.”

“Most likely not until the 1st shift comes in at 8,” you replied.

“What time does the bank open?”

“9 I think.”

“So that gives us,” he peered at the clock. “About 6 hours to sleep, and an hour to watch our backs til you can get to the bank, and to get the fuck out of town.”

“I need a shower,” you grumbled as you touched your neck. “I need to clean this up.”

He got up from his spot and moved his hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You flinched for a second, but then allowed him to look. His hand stayed there for a while as he examined, causing a warm feeling inside you to start developing. Lust

or fear? You did your best to ignore it as he stated that once you were showered he would help to bandage it up. You nodded as you pulled away from him, going to the bathroom to discard your clothing and enter into the shower. You weren’t in there long. You felt vulnerable with him and whatever else was now after you on the other side of the door. After getting dressed you walked out, he was now sitting on the bed with his own little bottle now empty in his hand.

“Your turn,” you stated as you grabbed your brush out of your bag. “The water isn’t horrible.”

He got up with a nod, but stopped himself as he approached the doorway to turn to you.

“I’m sorry I got you involved.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t seem sorry when you had the knife in my back,” you harped back.

“You mean this,” he pulled out a metal piece of the gurney he was on. It wasn’t a knife. You were never in danger. You felt the anger rise up.

“You asshole,” you seethed.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied as he set it down. “I can understand if you want to run. I’m not holding you captive.”

“Not like I have a choice now,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, well,” he sheepishly replied. “I just wanted you to know I never really meant any harm and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You were angry, but you understood and you hated yourself for that. You’d rather just be angry at him, but you couldn’t because you knew in that same situation, you might have done the same.

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His lips locked on to yours as his hands caressed your body. His fingertips tracing lines on every inch of you until they made their way down to your mound. Rubbing the lips of your entrance, you felt your wetness grow for him as his mouth moved to your neck, taking in your skin with his teeth gently. You were ready for him as he rubbed his digits on your folds before he twisted his digit inside of you, pumping you in and out slowly before he added another. It wasn’t long before he found the spot that made your thighs clench and shake as your orgasam grew. You felt it coming as his lips moved to trail down along your chest and further. You felt your knees buckle as he grew closer. One more second and you were seeing white spots.

“Y/N,” you heard him speak. You let out a moan in anticipation.

“Y/N!” you heard him again. “Wake up!”

You snapped your eyes open to see him standing above you all dressed and ready to go. Fuck, it was all a dream. You felt the wetness between your legs as you moved to get up, the slipperiness causing you to want to finish off the job.

“What time is it?” you asked as you sat up.

“About 7:45,” he replied. “You okay there? You seemed like you were having a bad dream or something.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m good, just a little restless.”

“We’ll get dressed and all your stuff ready,” he instructed. “Be ready to move quick.”

You groaned at his directness, but eventually got up and made your way to the bathroom to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and tshirt with sneakers. You came out and everything was all packed and already looked like room service hit it.

“Time to fly,” he stated. “How far away is the bank?”

“Probably take about 15 minutes to get there,” you yawned. “Is there any time for food?”

“There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby,” he replied. “Where’s your phone?”

You pulled it out of your purse, no missed calls as of yet. He grabbed it from you and turned off the location services before handing it back.

“Once we hit the bank, phone is gone,” he warned.

“Why?”

“911 can still track,” he replied. “I’ll get you a burner one.”

“No one but work calls me anyways,” you stated as you put it away.

“ No boyfriend or anything that will miss you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m too much of a workaholic for that.”

“Well that makes this easier,” he stated with a shrug as you gave him a hard glare. “Relationships complicate things.”

“This one sure has,” you remarked with a smirk.

“Oh this will be fun,” he chuckled to himself as you both exited the room to head to the next phase.

“This may be my best one yet.”

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He pulled up outside of the bank, stating that he would be a block down the street waiting. You were instructed to get as much cash that they would allow and the rest on multiple money orders. You understood the assignment.

“Hey, I’m moving and would like to make a withdrawal please,” you said to the teller.

“How much,” she asked as she started filling out the slip.

“All my checking and savings,” you replied.

She glared at you as her eyes shifted to the screen.

“That’s over $700,000.”

“I know,” you stated. “I need 10 in cash, if possible and everything else on money orders. Dividends of 25k will work and some odd ones.”

“I need my manager to approve that,” she started to get up.

“Wait,” you whispered. It was enough to stop her. She looked at you with concern.

“My boyfriend, he’s stalking me and I have to get away,” you replied, acting the best that you could before showing the mark on your neck. “He’s dangerous.”

“Call the police,” she whispered back.

“He is the police,” you replied softly as you did a glance behind you, tears forming in your eyes. “Please help me.”

She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. Domestic abuse, no one really questions and everyone knows someone that has been through it. You won her pity as she finished up the transaction and gave you a gentle ‘good luck’ as you collected the money and checks and put them into your purse.

As you walked out you heard your phone ring. You looked at it and saw that it was work calling. You wanted to pick it up and tell them what was happening, but was it really a person on the other end or another one of those things. You chucked it into the garbage can on the sidewalk and made your way back to the car.

“You good?” Dean asked as you entered.

“Yeah,” you replied. “They called. It’s time to go.”

“Which way?” you raised his brow to you.

“South,” you replied as you put your purse in the back. “As far down as we can get.”

“Not to pry,” he clicked his tongue as he started to drive. “But how much did you end up being able to get?”

“Enough,” you chuckled for a moment, remembering that you really didn’t know the guy next to you. “$50,000.”

His eyes widened as he drove.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s not much-“

“You’re freaking rich,” he laughed. “No conning pool or cards for you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We should probably find a place to get you clothes.”

“You sure?” he questioned you. “I don’t want you to specially spend your money on me or anything.”

“It will be a gift to myself to not have to smell you in the same clothes after a few days,” you smirked.

“We will stop when we enter New York, " he stated. “Let's get out of the New England states first.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you leaned back your head. The ride was nice and smooth along the highway. He had the radio on, but only at a muffle. You watched as the scenery went by and slowly, your eyes began to close again.

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“Hey Y/N,” Dean shook you awake. “Time to get up.”

It was almost dark already when you opened your eyes. You looked around and saw that you were at a gas station. Where, you had no idea. You stretched out your legs as you got out. Your body felt like you were in the car for days. Dean started to pump the gas and asked if you would grab him water and something to snack on. You went in like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what kind of snack he liked and being hungry yourself, you opted for one of almost everything. At least the stuff you would eat if he wouldn’t. While checking out with the snacks and the gas, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw two guys walking in, looking sketchy and their eyes roaming you. You thanked the cashier and got out of there. Dean wasn’t in sight where you sat in the car and waited patiently. The two guys came out, the one tapping his friend's arm and looking at you in the car. They started to approach you and you wished you had the keys to leave at that second.

“Hey honey,” the skeezball stated with a grin as he leaned down to your open window. He rested his arms on the ledge causing you to not be able to roll it up. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Go away,” you replied while trying to not look at him or give him notice.

“We’re having a party,” he continued. “Want to join us?”

You ignored him as best as you could as you noticed him inching in closer.

“Nice car here,” he commented. “I’d love to take you for a ride in it. How much will it cost me?”

“Go away”, you stated again.

“Hey!” you heard Dean shout out. “We got a problem here?”

“My friend was just saying hello,” the other guy who wasn’t at your window responded back.

“Your boyfriend?” the creepier asked you.

“Time to say goodbye,” Dean warned.

“Why? We were just inviting her to a party. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the three of us taking our turns.”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say to Dean as he punched the one guy and before you knew it both were now down on the ground. The one that had approached you was turning into a bloody mess as Dean sat on top of him, endlessly punching him in the face.

“Get off Dean!” you cried as you tried to pull him off. “We got to go before the cops come!”

He spit down on the guy as he got up and made his way into the car. You checked the guy for a pulse first before you jumped in the car as well. He was alive, barely. Dean went animalistic on him. You started to have a million more regrets about your travel companion now. What would it take for you to be next?

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tqmies · 2 years ago

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FIRST OFF, thank you so much for 1k followers! I know I said it a few days ago but I wanted to put in a proper thanks! I love all of you <3 te quiero mucho :D

!! So I'll be running this drabble event for a week and a half! I know it's a short span but I have so many long wip I want to get out too! So in order to get everything out, this will have to be a bit smaller, though my thanks for you is huge!

☆☆ ☆ Below are a list of Au's and Dialogue prompts! Send in an ask with a member of your choice, an AU, and a Dialogue prompt! Please note if you'd like it SFW or NSFW! - And yes, you may send multiple!

☆ I write for all current members of NCT, Ateez, TXT, and TBZ!

☆ Enhypen and P1harmony legal members only!

☆ This event is over! Masterlist will be posted soon, thank you for all the requests!

Remember! Minors DNI :)

AU's ☆

College

Meet-Ugly

Fake Dating

Royalty

Assassins

Roommate

Enemies to Lovers

Rivals to Lovers

Exes to Lovers

Lawyers

Office Romance

Secret Relationship / Hiding

Soulmate

Coworkers

Teachers

FWB

Frat Boy!

Rock Band

Arranged Marriage

Idol Au

Superhero / Supervillian

Airport meeting

Vacation

Angsty Breakup

Friends to Lovers

Mutual Pining

Dialogue prompts ☆

“I was never a morning person, but then I started waking up to your face and you know… Maybe mornings aren’t that bad, after all.”

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.”

“You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”

“You look stupid as all hell right now.”

“I want to believe you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away.” “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you.”

“…Damn it all to hell, if I don’t get to have you tonight then I’m never going to be able to have you.”

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

“I think you and I make an amazingly stupid pair.” “I know! Our two brain cells combined together make for quality entertainment and a unique kind of stupidity.”

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, just like that, please don’t stop.” “…Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m getting kinda hard.”

“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?”

“Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too.”

“Can you stop moaning? I’m trying to help you relax but you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.” “Sorry, your hands just work a little too good.” “I’m going to pay for a masseuse next time if you keep doing this.”

“You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

“Is hating me your only personality trait?”

“Never scare me like that again!”

“Oh, don’t worry. I have every plan to make you submit to me.”

“I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”

“That could be us.” “That is us.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you— slow down, you’ll get what you want soon enough.”

“I want you to remember every single second of this.”

“Bet you they can’t make you feel the way I do.” “Bet’s on.” “Wait, what? That was not my intention—”

“Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight.”

“Come and get your fix.”

“…You’re an addiction I never want to quit.”

“I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So thank you.”

“Why’d you— why’d you do that?” “B-Because I promised you I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

“I swear if we get caught then I’m actually going to kill you.”

“You think I wanted this to happen?!”

“Just when I was about to give up…”

“I trusted you with my life.” “Well, I’m sorry but you’re clearly very gullible.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone.”

“You know, maybe you should bet on something else the next time instead of betting on someone’s fucking feelings.”

“You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

“Does me doing all these things not account for anything?” “I never asked you to do those things for me, though, did I?”

“You nearly foiled our plan, you idiot!”

“I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?”

“Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.”

“I’m tired of being on the sidelines.”

“You actually came back.”

“Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.”

“That was a bold move.”

“We’re going to be late, all because you couldn’t stop scrolling through that damn phone of yours while taking your damn sweet time to shit!”

"What are we?" "Probably stupid."

"You could punch me in the face and I'd still want you, not gonna lie."

"They just gave you the key to my house?" "Well no.. I asked for it!"

"You can kiss me, you know?"

"Will you just stay still?" "What, why?" "I'm trying to hold your hand, you idiot!"

"Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and i need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."

Smut Prompts ☆

54. "Can you feel how much I want you?"

55. "I can never get enough of your taste."

56. "Let's try something new tonight."

57. "We don't even have to take our clothes off."

58. "I want to ruin you."

59. "Yes, please, do it!"

60. "Your tongue is truly extraordinary."

61. "I have seen you naked before."

62. "No bed needed."

63. "Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas."

64. "You know me so well. You always find the right spot."

65. "Please, don't ever stop!"

66. "Our bodies fit so well together."

67. "I could do this all day. And definitely all night."

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rayons1only1started · 1 year ago

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But if...

My head hurts.

I groan and open my eyes. I think Since when did my house look like this?

Then I remember.

Why am I not dead? The Rainbow Friends hadn't spared anyone when I was here.

"Oh finally, I thought I would have to tell Purple that you were dead. He wouldn't have been very happy." said a familiar voice.

"Blue?" no way.

"Yes? If you are wondering how you are alive, Orange spotted you before I tried to kill you. We know you mean a lot to Red." Blue answered.

"Who's Red?" I've never heard of Red when I was here.

"Uh... Red? I can't see very well, but I think he is the red humanoid being, about your height, in a lab coat. Trenton? What have you gotten yourself into?

And what does he mean by that? As friends right? N-Not as anything else? My cheeks started to heat up.

"Speaking of Tre-Red, where is he? You said you spared me because I mean a lot to Red. Not meaning to pry, but last time I was here you didn't like him." I said to change the topic. Why was I so flustered?

"About that" Blue said, looking glum all of a sudden, "Red is... ". He struggled to find the word for it.

What I was hoping for was nowhere near the truth.

"Crazy? Traumatized? I really don't know... I found him sitting in a corner, crying. At least he isn't sobbing now. See for yourself." Blue said dejectedly, pointing his head in the direction of the cot next to mine.

I looked over.

Yeah, there was Trenton.

How Blue described him.

Lying there, staring into the ceiling.

But his eyes... Gosh. Maybe once they were Trenton's. Now they were two unfocused pools of pain and misery. Blue was right. If this is Ash's fault I will find that little motherfucker and make it wish it never existed... It kinda wishes that already.

I got and said "I have to check something.", and left the room. I walked over to Blue's castle, wishing with all my heart that Ash was still in there. When I got there the throne was still standing where it was before I left. That doesn't mean anything. If Ash were out, it would have put the throne back.

I moved the throne. The room below was empty.

ASH!!! YOU SICK BITCH!!! WHY TRENTON, OF ALL PEOPLE!!? WHY NOT ME!!? YOU ARE SO FUCKED UP!!! WHY DID I CREATE YOU, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!! I WISH I NEVER THOUGHT TO CREATE YOU (the rest was deleted)!!!

I rushed back to the infirmity. Blue left, and in his place was a sick bastard. (True, ironically)

ASH!

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!!? REVENGE!!? YOU GOT IT!!! WANT MORE!!? TOO BAD!!! I WISH I KEPT TAWNY AROUND, JUST TO SPITE YOU!!!" I shouted. I knew the Rainbow Friends could hear me. I didn't care.

Oh Davis, you know I want more revenge. Even when your soul is in hell, I will still be dissatisfied. And Tawny can't do anything to me now. Even if she was here, I'm free, and she can't catch me. But I can catch her.

How many will die, to stop me? Let me answer you.

All of those who will try. I am free. Thanks to you I can only be mad at them. See you later, when you are dead or insane.

Oh and in case you were wondering, RED never liked you.

And with that it vanished.

Tears welled up in my eyes. What it said was true. Maybe even that Trenton never had any feeling toward me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Green heard my shouts. No wonder.

"Want to explain?"

"N-Not n-now."

Shit.

Now the Rainbow Friends are involved.

"Just know, we care about Red. If you can do anything to help him, please do." Green said, but not in a suspicious voice. With that, he turned to leave.

I sat on my cot, trying to make sense of all the events that have happened today. But what I really can't believe is that Trenton is insane.

He can't have. He was the only person who understood me, and he was always so nice to me. Curse you, Ash.

Did he even know I was here? I realized I don't know.

I walked over to his cot. Now that I was in his vision, Trenton's eyes snapped to me, and watched me fearfully, but with the same cloudiness as earlier.

"Trenton. Do you remember me?"

I got no response, and so with a sigh, I sat on the cot. Trenton instantly sat up, in the corner farthest from me, with a scared look on his face.

That sick motherfucker. USE YOUR REAL VOICE, COWARD. CAN'T DRIVE ANYONE INSANE WITH THAT, CAN YOU.

"Trenton. I know you remember me. You are afraid of me. Of everything." I paused, looking over at him.

I couldn't stand it. He was so close. I took his hands, but gently, so he couldn't mistake it for anything else.

Trenton flinched, and whispered, in a broken, cracked from the lack of use, voice, "... don't... hurt... plea... se...".

Ash, you little piece of shit. You (the rest of the names were deleted. Again.).

"I won't hurt you. I would never. And I won't." I told Trenton. He looked at me with his large, shattered eyes, clearly confused. And still in pain.

Ash. I am bringing Tawny here, and help me track you down and MURDER you.

"Trenton, I don't really know what Ash has done to you. Just know that I won't hurt you." I told Trenton, let go of him, and left.

I pulled out my phone. It was at three percent. That should be enough. Tawny didn't pick up. What a surprise. Whatever, I'll just leave voicemail. "Ash is free. I need your help. Please hurry." and pressed send. Right then my phone was down powered. Figures.

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Quick reminder, Davis usually goes by a different name, but I like this one more. And Davis calls Red Trenton, cos he is Trenton. [Ooh lore]

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alexthebordercollie · 3 months ago

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Well, I'll help explaining because I love Ford to death. Hell, I'll even confess he's a comfort character.

You are right here that the real thing he's mad about isn't actually the school. It's a consistent problem that both brothers are painfully bad at emotional communication and I 100% blame their father for this. Ford in particular often tends to simplify larger frustrations he doesn't know how to articulate by projecting them onto something comparatively small that serves as a symbol of the larger issue.

I've made the observation before he does this with his hands, blaming his ostracization and social rejection on his deformity. In reality, Ford is most likely on the autism spectrum and undiagnosed. He's weird and different and doesn't know why people don't like him so he blames his hands for a problem that actually is a lot more complicated and runs a lot deeper.

Ford's anger over Stan breaking the machine is a byproduct of a lot of complicated emotional baggage all being lumped onto a singular event/person. Like @cecilscribbles said Ford has felt alienated all his life and he sees his brilliant destiny as the cure to what ails him. It's ok that he's a bullied loser nerd now because one day he'll be accomplished and famous and everyone will eat their words and people will love him and he'll be accepted by society.

It's more than that though. There's also the fact that he was raised by an abusive father. It's clear Ford was the golden child in the family and Stanley got most of the obvious abuse but that doesn't mean Ford wasn't also abused, just in a different way. Growing up in that environment Ford saw firsthand that his parent's love was conditional and that it could very much be revoked if he ever fell short of what they had come to expect of them. So his investment in succeeding and being a famous scientist isn't just about proving playground bullies wrong but also about earning the love of his family.

Which leads to the issue of conditional love. Ford was so used to people only being nice to him. Only showing him affection when he was impressing them. He's internalized this idea that being what other people want of him is the only way he'll ever be loved.

The one exception in his life was Stanley.

Stanley was the one person he believed loved him unconditionally. The one person he thought he could trust to be there for him. Not for his achievements or what he could do for them but for HIM.

And what did Stan do?

We know it was an accident but at the time Ford didn't. He thought Stan had just sabotaged his entire future, the future he thought was his only hope of ever being accepted by society, and he did it purely so that he could keep benefiting from Ford. So that Ford would do what he wanted, and serve his needs. To Ford it must have felt like Stan was just as bad as their parents and everyone else. That Stan like everyone else only cared about what Ford could provide for him.

That had to be soul-crushing.

He felt hurt and wounded and betrayed. It wasn't just about the school. It was about feeling stabbed in the back by the one person he thought he could trust.

Not to mention in all of this, Filbrick stepped in before the boys even really had a chance to hash it out for themselves. It's very likely that had they been left to their own devices they would have had a nasty fight but likely worked it out eventually. Instead their dad threw Stan out on the streets, something Ford never implied he wanted to happen or that he thought Stan deserved. I don't fault Ford for not stepping in to defend his brother here. He was already angry and hurt to begin with and their father was an abuser.

Filbrick is scary. He physically manhandles Stan and while we never see him beat his kids I frankly wouldn't be shocked if he did. Even if he never physically abused them the verbal abuse and his intimidating presence, the way he forced the boys into a violent sport they didn't want to participate in. (Yes they grew to enjoy it eventually but the point still stands.) You grow up with a parent like that you are going to learn to keep your mouth shut and make yourself small when something pisses them off. That is what Ford does here. There's years and years of childhood conditioning teaching him to shut up and stay back when his dad is on the warpath. Whatever he felt about Stanley getting kicked out he wasn't going to express it in the moment.

Now as for why he stays mad at Stan for so long? Well besides how much that perceived betrayal hurt him, likely his dad also played a factor here. I would not be remotely surprised if his parents discouraged him from trying to help Stan or reach out to him. I could absolutely see him expressing his concern for his brother to his father and being told that Stanley is lazy and selfish and he'll never learn or better himself if they hold his hand. That he's grown now and he needs to learn the hard way. He keeps hearing that, he's been hearing that since they were kids, for years, and he starts internalizing it. The older he gets, the more time passes between them the harder it becomes to consider reaching out to Stan or forgiving what happened because he's fallen into a pattern of thinking that's habitual at this point and it would take something major to actively force him out of that way of thinking.

Stan didn't deserve to be kicked out and Ford's grudge lasted well past what was reasonable. That said Ford did initially have genuine reason to be angry and deeply hurt. He projected compounding issues of feeling outcast and used by people all his life onto Stan. And their abusive father repeatedly reinforced a negative view of his brother.

@localcanadiancreature62 i think people forget that ford's anger was never about the machine or the school itself. it was because he'd had a really rough childhood (growing up in pretty poor conditions, horrific bullying, alienation from his peers, etc) but he was always told he was going to be great, he was going places. and then the one person he trusted more than anything - from his perspective - purposefully took away that opportunity because he wanted to go sailing. i think the stan o' war plan seemed pretty childish to ford now he was a little older, and resentment had already been building for a while at this point, so it was basically an opportunity to justify all the bitterness he had at stan. to ford, that wasn't just a machine and a school - that was his trust, his future, and a big part of his identity, all going to shit.

i'm not great at explaining things sorry!! but i am a diehard ford defender and i think you'd have to be... i don't even know how you could not be angry in his situation ^^;

#fuck filbrick pines

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servin-up-surveys · 11 months ago

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survey #198

When was the last time you read a whole book, to the last page exactly? Very recently, I read regularly.

Have you ever begged the opposite sex for anything at all? To stay with me, yes. Which I'll die before I do again.

Do you know anyone who claims to have the ability to see the future? No, which I'm grateful for, because I'd be concerned about anyone who did think this.

Can people read your facial expressions easily? If so, why is this? Yes, because I don't hide emotions well.

When you go to the movies, do you actually watch the movies or not? ???????????? ticket prices bro??????????? concession prices bro????????????????????? I'm watching the damn movie lmao

Have you ever had one of those major fights with your current bf/gf? No major ones, no. Our very few instances that could count as arguments were small scale and settled quickly. We prioritize healthy communication.

Does it scare you when the sky gets really cloudy and dark during the day? Yes, because of how terrified of tornadoes I am.

What was the last amusement park you went to? Did you have fun? It was a town fair-like thing many, many years ago. I did have fun, but it's a bittersweet memory because this event was very close to when Jason and I split. It may have even been the same night, but I can't remember perfectly.

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? Not that I remember.

Do you have Pop-Tarts in your house right now? No. I LIKE them, they're just such empty calories, so we don't buy them. I'm hungry so shortly after eating them.

Is anyone’s birthday coming up? Yeah, my youngest niece has her birthday in a few days.

Does someone owe you over twenty dollars? Oh yikes, this hurts lmao. My older sister technically owes me $100, and the only reason I know this is because Mom compared how much I got for Christmas with how much Nicole got, and initially, Mom was mad because it looked like Dad gave me $100 less than Nicole. (For context, Dad gave Ashley all the envelopes to give to me and Nicole.) Mom mentioned this to Ashley over the phone and she admitted she took a hundred out of my envelope for some bills she was struggling with. I don't think she knows Mom told me; Ash has said nothing about this to me, and it's extremely hurtful. I wouldn't have given a shit if she asked to borrow $100, like just communicate with me, don't do shit like this behind my back and I only find out because my mom is always looking for a reason to be mad at Dad.

Do you like sour candy? I fucking love sour candy.

What has changed most about you in the past year? I think I've gotten better about saying no. I'm one of those people that are so scared to hurt people by telling them no.

Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? hell fucking no lmao

How are things between you and the person you like/love/are with? We're great.

If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Rammstein but I'm sunscreening the shit outta myself lmao, I know the Feuerzone stories

Why aren’t you in "love" with your last ex? Because I never was, no Nazi deserves my positive attention, and nor do people with a penchant for lying their ass off ever since we met as children.

Do you think being born was a mistake? I don't believe in cosmic plans like fate, destiny, etc., so I don't believe it's possible to ultimately be a "mistake." The closest you can get I suppose is an accident, but that's not necessarily a mistake.

Have you ever been arrested? I have not.

Has a relative ever been arrested? Not that I'm aware of.

Is there a holiday you wish no one celebrated? Which is it? Why do you feel that way? I (thankfully) don't think it's as "celebrated" as like, Halloween or Christmas, but Columbus Day. Motherfucker didn't discover shit. Him landing here was just the start of a genocide.

What would you paint on a rock? I feel like I'd try to make it resemble the scale from Dragon Tales, lol.

Do you have a favorite hoodie? Yes, it's one my sister Nicole got me! It's primarily black but with a floral design that also features skulls.

Do you like who you are? Right now I don't, but I'm trying to get better. I've been thinking more kindly of myself lately, though, but it's with plenty of effort and lots of deep thinking and therapy.

What is your latest new hobby? Man... it's been so long since I got into a new hobby. I suffer severely with anhedonia, so truly having fun is quite rare for me; I barely get anything out of things I already like.

Do you get carsick? No.

What sport is your favorite to watch? I only like dancing.

How many pounds do you need to lose/gain before you’re at your ideal weight? All I'm saying is well over 100 pounds.

What does the last T-shirt you got look like? Dad got me an Alice Cooper shirt for Christmas, which features him and the text "hey stoopid" (an album/song title) on it.

Do you think weird it’s for someone to have never tried soda? Not really, especially when you consider places like third-world countries that barely have access to just clean water. I guess here in the USA, I'd be surprised to hear you've NEVER tried it.

Do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? They're both Christians, so no.

What’s your favorite Led Zeppelin song? "Kashmir."

Do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Wringing my hands together and fiddling with my ear gauges.

Would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I'm not. She's an infinitely better adult than I am, I can hardly believe she's my "little" sister.

Do you have any appointments coming up? I always do.

Do you put appointments in your phone’s calendar app to remember them? No, I have a planner.

Will you be visiting anyone’s house in the next week or so? I'm sure I'll help Mom watch Emerson on Friday.

Have you ever used Tumblr? Do you still use it today? Yes to both.

What’s your favourite Ben & Jerry’s flavor? Phish Food, oh my god it's divine.

Have you ever been to a school reunion? How was it? No, and I have no interest in going. I've found through a Facebook friend that they're in the process of planning our high school's 10-year reunion, and I'm just like... yeah hard pass

What are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? My dad Ken is a mailman, while my mom Donna is on disability for cancer, but she volunteers at multiple places. She does more for free than I EVER would.

Do you have any siblings? What are their names, age, and grade they are in? I'm just gonna list my two immediate sisters: Ashley (30) and Nicole (25).

Do you know a schizophrenic person? My boyfriend's mom.

Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? My mom, to a doctor appointment.

Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Girt is very intelligent, Sara is creative, and Tyler was... kind, I guess?

Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? I'm sure it was Girt.

The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? The characters Cottonmouth and Lizard from Wings of Fire.

How do you think you'll celebrate your 100th birthday? I highly doubt I'll make it to 100. I don't even mean that in a depressing way, I just have too many health issues and things that run in my family.

Which television family is most like your own family? Oh I don't know, I don't watch enough TV for this.

What kind of pet could someone have that would make you think that person is crazy? I don't get the appeal of owning venomous animals if their venom is medically significant. I just don't think it's worth it, people have died from this.

Name something you keep on the nightstand. I have a moon lamp that you can change to a variety of colors.

As a child, what frightened you the most? Tornadoes.

During high school, what was your worst subject? Math.

At what age did you get your first kiss? Early into 16, as far as consensual kisses go. I've told the story of the two pre-k and kindergarten kids who harassed me all the time during recess.

How many pieces of gum have you chewed today? None, I don't even have any.

Do you know anyone who is paralyzed? I don't believe so, at least not personally.

What did you do last night? I read for a while.

Who was the last person to text you? My mom.

Do you get intimidated easily? Yes.

Why did you last cry? I cried a little bit a few days ago actually, I was just very exasperated over my meds not doing what they should, my anhedonia was at peak severity, and I was just overall very stressed with life and what I'm doing with it.

Did someone see you crying? No, I wasn't crying long and I also kept wiping tears away so Mom wouldn't see.

Do you crack your knuckles? No, I absolutely hate the sound of cracking joints.

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? My lock screen is a beautiful art piece with a luna moth with the text "enjoy the now" arched over it, and my home screen is artwork by my favorite artist NukeRooster (socials name, anyway), called "Denialism." I want it tattooed one day.

Where is your best friend right now? He's at work today.

Can you count to 100 in any other language? German.

Are you a fan of Rob Zombie? Yeah. His music, anyway. His movies aren't my thing.

Last two songs you listened to? It was "V.A.N." by Bad Omens ft. Poppy and then "Sport frei" by Lindemann.

Is your skin sensitive? Yes, very.

Are you sensitive in general? VERY

Have you ever made a gingerbread house? Yes.

Who did you last get in a fight with? My mom.

Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos? Hell yeah.

Name one thing you ate today? The "all berries" version of Cap'n Crunch.

Do you watch videos on YouTube? Almost constantly.

Do you regularly use a blow dryer? I never do.

Would you date someone who was a different religion than you? I could not date a person who is more than faintly religious. Having one is fine, but holy shit keep it to yourself.

Have you ever had sushi? I never have and never will.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions #questionnaire

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years ago

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Brat | Rudy Pankow

➛ Warnings: cursing, smut, punishment?, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex

➛ Pairings: Rudy Pankow x Female Reader

➛ Summary: In which, Y/N decides to be a brat and ends up getting in trouble with her boyfriend, Rudy.

➛ Prompts: "What the hell did you just say to me?" and ""I'd hold onto something if I were you." and "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."

➛ Requested: yes, this was a request for my... 1k celebration on my old blog I believe. I remember who requested it I just can't quite remember what event it was for.

When you had woke up this morning, you had decided to be a brat and mess with Rudy. And did that end well for you? Nope, not at all. You knew that you would get a punishment out of it but, you honestly were just trying to get rough sex when you did it.

And now here you were. In the mess you made with Rudy. You were standing there in front of him, backed up against the wall. You had just told him that maybe you should go ask Drew for a good fuck and, that didn't end well.

"What the hell did you just say to me?"He asked with a growl.

"I said maybe I should go ask Drew for a good fuck instead." You said with a smirk. He was so fucking hot when he was mad. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off, heading to the bedroom. On the inside you were lowkey excited for what would happen but at the same time nervous.

He pulled you into your shared bedroom before shutting and locking the door. You stood there and watched him. He turned back around to face you.

"Get undressed and get on the bed on all fours now." He said. You smirked and got an idea since you had decided you're not done being a brat yet.

"No." You said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" He asked and corked a brow.

"I said no." You said smirking.

He growled under his breath and walked over to him before ripping your dress in half. You gasped when he did so. He then pulled the tore fabric off of you body then took your bra and panties off so you were now naked.

He then pushed you onto the bed. You laid there and decided to just stay there this time. He then began to get undressed until he was also fully naked. He tossed his clothes aside and then walked over to the bed before getting onto the bed and hovered over you.

"I will give you one last chance to apologize." Rudy said.

"Bite me." You said with a smirk.

"You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."He said. He threw your legs over his shoulders and then aligned his cock with your entrance before looking up at you.

"I'd hold onto something if I were you."He said. You knew that meant that he was about to be rough with you so you decided to hold onto the bars of the headboard. He then, with zero warning, thrusted into you roughly.

You gasped and you both moaned out when he did so. He began to thrust into you, slowly picking up the pace with each thrust. You moaned out and threw you head back, holding into the headboard tightly.

He kept picking up the pace, going faster and faster until he was now fucking you at an ungodly pace. Your whole body moved every time he thrusted into you and your grip on the headboard began to loosen.

Since your grip on the headboard was loosening and you didn't know what the hell would happen if you decided to let go, you quickly wrapped your arms around Rudy's neck instead.

"Fuck! God Y/N, you feel so good." He said as he groaned out. He somehow thrusted into you even faster and harder. As he kept going faster, you dug your nails into his back. He groaned out when you did so, the pain adding onto his pleasure.

"Fuck Rudy!" You screamed out.

"Fuck, I'm close baby girl." He groaned out.

"I'm close too Ru!" You moaned out. You felt that familiar knot already brewing in your stomach and you clenched around his hard cock. You could tell that Rudy was also ready to cum now too, since his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Come on, cum for me baby." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body began to tremble. Your back arched off the bed as you squirted on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

He then lowered your legs off of his shoulders before collapsing onto you gently. You put your hands through his hair and giggled softly.

"Fuck baby, I love that sweet pussy so much." He said catching his breath.

"Oh yeah?" You asked with a giggle. Rudy just nodded. "Well, are you down for a round 2?" You asked with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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maginxlia · 3 years ago

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Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto, Choso, Megumi, Yuuji and Ryomen Sukuna in The Horrid Dinner ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul language, Suggestive Themes and Hints of Violence

Trigger Warning ⚠️ None Really

Dictionary❤️‍🔥Y/N for Your name

No Pronouns up in this bih

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Masterlist

A coworker invited your mans and you over to their place for Dinner, It’s only polite to accept the invitation, right??? The Worst that could happen is a wasted night, Right?? WRONG They tried to sell you products and the Food They cooked looked like Mush and smelled like Tush. It's Revolting. How does your man react to such a disgusting sight?? Let’s Find out

Nanami Kento

✰ Nanami loves any moment to meet people in your circle so when your coworker promised a black tie event, he was happy to attend

✰ You both walked in looking like tens, Hell Nanami even made a soufflé for everyone but disdain soon hit y’all faces, this wasn’t a black tie dinner but a marketing scheme recruitment

✰ Frustrating it is but since your other coworkers is also here and They have bottomless top shelf Bourbon; Nanami and you decided to stay for a little while

✰ As you mingled and talked with your other coworkers about the pure audacity of y’all coworker fooling y’all, Your man was right beside you looking handsome as ever

✰ The presentation started and they was trying to recruit y’all into joining their weight loss herb family, For only 2,000 dollars you can buy in and be on your way to selling a miracle product

✰ Nanami watched the poorly made videos while drinking enough bourbon to drunken the average man

✰ You can only tell Nanami had a surplus amount of liquor by how flush his cheeks are but he’s still able to drill your coworker on this “Miracle Herb” so hard that they finish up the presentation earlier than they expected to

✰ They brought out the dinner and boy it’s a mad experience, The food smelled the room up plus it wasn’t recognizable at all

✰ Your other coworkers was all looking like at each other with what the hell expression

✰ Nanami was puzzled at what was before him, it looked nothing like your coworker tried to said it was

✰ He already knew y’all couldn’t eat this, hell he can’t be off of work with a severe stomach bug

✰ Simultaneously everyone excused themselves from the table while thanking the hosting coworker for alright night

✰ As you drove home Nanami started laughing about he couldn’t believe the nerve of your coworker trying to get y’all to invest in their unproven weight loss herb after they lied to get you all there in the first place

✰ Nanami do feel bad for you, your kindness was taken for a ride and that truly hurts him

✰ Needless to say that coworker didn’t have shit to say to you any more

Gojo Satoru

✰ The News about the Invitation to dinner Shocked Gojo, The same coworker who always been a issue invited y’all to dinner?? It’s suspicious

✰ You were excited thinking this was their way of apologizing and being kind

✰ In truth Gojo thought going to your problem coworker home for dinner was a awful idea but He kept that shit to himself

✰ See Gojo remembers All the pranks, Rumors and Skullduggery your coworker pulled on you before and he really don’t like them himself

✰ The night of the dinner your coworker was incredibly Kind to you both, Holding pleasant conversation until they started talking about how they wanted you to buy in and be a part of their huge makeup selling family

✰ They started to show off the makeup you would be selling if you join up while bragging about profits but little did they know this surprise recruitment about to go sideways

✰ Gojo: Is this makeup sweat proof???

✰ Your Coworker: I mean yes but sir You’re not supposed to work out in makeup, it bad for your skin

✰ Gojo: I didn’t say anything about working out! I meant is it intimate activities proof?? You know what, Babe can you please put some of this sweat proof makeup on so we can test it out?? We’re going to the car and putting this makeup to the test! Should take a hour or two depends all on the mood and if Y/N wants a encor-

✰ Your coworker agitated: That won’t be necessary, the makeup not even waterproof. I lied so can you please be quiet

✰ Gojo: Aww :(

✰ After this ordeal Your coworker rudely brought out the food which didn’t look or smelled like food

✰ Gojo Geniunuely : You sell compost too??? I’ll take several bins of your compost

✰ Your coworker: Get Y’all asses out my house NOW

✰ Needless to say the moment y’all asses made it outside You was laughing your ass off

✰ Gojo made you being fooled worth it in your book

Geto Suguru

✰ Geto time is precious but he’ll do anything for you including going to your coworker place for dinner

✰ Walked in with his “I’m only here for Y/N” face; old rude ass

✰ He was ready to leave the moment they said something about a small seminar?? ✰ Before the food?? They are really trying to sell y’all shit by inviting y’all asses to a fake dinner?? He’s heated

✰ Holding back words like unsupiorour sacks of filth he watched the seminar but the shade was present

✰ Shit nearly hit the fan when your coworker tried to put some of their hair taming product in Geto hair, you never seen his eyes look so wild tbh it was kind of hot

✰ After they saw how pissed he was they backed off and decided it was dinner time

✰ The food looks and smell absolutely nauseating

✰ Geto wasn’t even going to eat their cooking anyway but he mad they fooled y’all and took advantage of your kindness Plus they look dirty too; this is just too much

Geto going through all his emotions at once and it showing, He’s trembling

✰ Geto: Did you just serve us fucking pig slop to Eat??? You dirty parasite, I will des-

You grabbing his hand stopped his murderous wrath, This is about you not him and it calms him

✰ You was the one who spoke up about leaving, breaking the awkward hostility

Grabbing your things and your man arm you bid your coworker farewell and thank them for the experience

✰ Once in the car Geto apologized to you for being so rude and out of pocket but you reassured him everything was alright

✰ Pizza and movie binge will be the way y’all top of the night bringing a wonderful end to a fucked up situations

Fushiguro Toji

✰ When you get told Toji about your Coworker inviting you two to dinner, he wasn’t pleased but of course he still agreed to go with you

✰ He already dislikes this coworker from the fact they pulled some shady shit on you before

✰ Walking in to their home, Your Coworker pushed pass Toji to embrace you in hug; stepping on Toji foot in the process. Strike one

✰ After the foot crushing and hugging your coworker started up about some inexpensive perfume they was selling pulling y’all into a horrible presentation

✰ Toji is intimidating, His demeanor and his aura literally says don’t fuck with me or mine but this didn’t stop your coworker from spraying him with their stinky cheap perfume for two hours straight. Strike Two

✰ To the untrained eye Toji facial expression Is chill but you can tell he’s pissed beyond belief

✰ When they finally brought out the food Toji couldn’t believe his eyes, nose and ears

✰ You watched Toji lift the plate and look under it Then he looked over his shoulder for Kutcher because this has to be a prank

✰ What. The. Fuck. Toji is pissed, All manners he came in with let the building the second that plate touched the table

✰ He doesn’t even want to ask them what its supposed to be, It smells like shit and he's not eating it

✰ While he's dealing with the overwhelming thoughts that is hitting him all at once over this stinking and ugly food; all he can remember is that he could be at home right now with good food in his belly and you between his thighs and boy is he mad now

✰ He pushing both of your plates away before you try any of this ugly food and get sick from it

✰ Toji doesn’t give a fuck about your coworker feelings, His night is ruined and he wants out NOW

✰ Toji: Y/N let’s go, This nasty shit making my stomach flip and flop.

✰ If you say you’re not ready to go Toji getting up and slamming doors as he walks to the car to sit in it Steaming

✰ But if you leave with him?? He’s going to complain about the experience all the way to nearest fast food joint Because mans still Hungry

Ryomen Sukuna/ Yuuji Itadori

✰ Sukuna was adamant about not going and wasting time even though our sweet Yuuji is willing to waste a night if it meant making you happy

✰ When y’all pulled up in front of your coworker’s place Sukuna warned y’all the food cooking smells horrid but Yuuji ignored him After all Yuuji didn’t smell anything and Sukuna was loud about how he wanted to be anywhere but here; His word can’t be trusted

✰ Walking in your coworker home they automatically started their spiel about a time share and how you can buy in to their not really beachfront one bedroom condo

✰ They tried to sell it hard too and Yuuji was asking questions like he actually was interested (With his broke ass)

✰ Yuuji was so sweet to them while you was getting mad because your ass got fooled

✰ After Yuuji told them about his poor credit score (Thanks Sukuna!) and the fact he’s monetarily challenged, They decided to bring out dinner

✰ The food before you smelt absolutely unappetising and the appearance was nauseating

✰ Yuuji was alarmed but his hunger unwavering and since he’s built different he took a spoonful of what he thought was yams; mans started into a deep coughing fit

✰ Right before your eyes you watched Yuuji turn into Sukuna

✰ Sukuna flipped The table sending food, Plates and silverware all into your coworkers carpet

✰ His eyes darted right to your coworker’s with bloodlust

✰ Sukuna: First you bored me and now you tried to poison my vessel with garbage sludge you called food?? Time to die

✰ Your coworker pissed themselves as Sukuna walked towards them, Only stopping when you wrapped your loving arms him and softly placed your head on his back; You calmed the raging storm that you loved

✰ Sukuna looked at your coworker and only huffed as he walked passed them and exited their home

✰ Your Coworker breaking the silence between you two: What The Fuck was that??!??

✰ You: You know Venom??? My boyfriend living The Movie Btw don’t call the cops cause I really don’t want him dirtying our place up with their Blood. Sorry about the mess, See ya at work.

✰ From what you heard Your coworker quit their job and moved far away right after this incident , oops

Choso

✰When you first told him about y’all Invitation to dinner he was excited, He knows you want to make a good impression and he’s always willing to go the extra mile for you

✰ Even when your coworker said dinner would be after they show you all videos about the face tightening cream they was selling, Choso was still sweet and kind

✰ Y’all sat there for three hours waiting for the food while your coworker kept yammering about their snake oil cream

✰ By the time they decided to bring the food out both of your asses was numb for sitting too long

✰ The food they placed before you wasn’t worth your suffering, Corn was unrecognizable and slimy; Food looking antique

✰ Y’all politeness is about to be the death of y’all smh

✰ Choso really debating about the rudeness of not trying this food while you’re streaming about getting conned out of your night

✰ Out the corner of your eye you see Choso eating what your coworker called the “Scrumptious” chicken roast (Which didn’t resemble chicken at all btw) all you can do is watch your poor man face slowly turn green and him get sweaty

✰ Choso has contacted salmonella

✰ His stomach is weak and he’s terribly sick sitting at the table while your coworker has left the scene

✰150+ years and he’s about To be taken out by something called scrumptious chicken roast wtf

✰ The ride home was rough as hell baby for the both of y’all

✰ You had to nurse Choso back to health but he’s the most loving patient ever so it’s not so tedious

✰ Choso was out for a entire month and his poor tummy still gets upset at the thought of what he had to endure

✰ This experience bought y’all closer

Fushiguro Megumi

✰ Our King Megumi inherited his fathers hard to read expression, He look pissed even when his head empty

✰ Is happy for you when you first told him about your new coworker because he see them as a potential new friend for you, He’s always busy and his friends is busy too

✰ So he’s trying his best not to walk right back out of the door with you when he saw your coworker living room turnt into MLM presentation

✰ videos with generic music and quality giving 2009 YouTube video filmed on iPhone 2

✰ Your coworker was ready to sell y’all home warranty plan for the cheap one time price for 3,995 dollars, All appliances covered!

✰ Megumi eyes said clearly he doesn’t believe this bullshit and he hate they lied to you to pull into this shit

✰ He’s looking over the contract and reading the fine print while they continue flapping their gums about how much the warranty covers

✰ Megumi annoyed: Your contract says the warranty doesn’t cover the appliances, only the copper wires??

✰ Your coworker: You read the fine print???

✰ Your coworker was visibly shaken and decided to end the sale effort then and there, time for dinner they said

✰ The food they presented to y’all reeked like hazardous waste and the appearance was hideous enough to make a hungry man run away

✰ Megumi fighting back the urge to be rude so hard and he’s losing

✰ He whipped out his phone and started ordering food for pickup because it would be a cold day in hell a scammer costs y’all to catch E.coli, Manners be damned

✰ After he was done ordering he asked you was you ready to go or not and he waited for you to get up from the table before he got up because he wasn’t going to leave you alone with this fooled

✰ When you got into his car Megumi asked you was you okay and could you please not associate with that coworker anymore??

✰ The rest of y’all night is spent with Good food, Horror movies and Megumi head in your lap looking up at you

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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Know Your Enemy | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Summary: Your kid has a fight with Jaemin’s, and a very angry daddy storms into your house one night. Damn, he’s sexy when he’s mad.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, single parents AU, South Asian Y/n

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sexual content, Jaemin is rich and stuck up

Gif: @fiveseasons

“That’s her!” Your daughter Radhika pointed at a little Korean girl who was sitting on the swing, sucking a cherry lollipop and smirking like a devil.

You jumped up from the bench, blood boiling.

“No one cuts off my daughter’s hair and gets away with it!”

You stormed towards the swing, pulling Radhika along with you.

“Hey, you!” you shouted. “What’s your name?”

The little girl pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and said, “Jihye Na.”

Your heart sunk. Surely ‘Na’ didn’t mean… the daughter of Jaemin Na? Aka the rich idiot who didn’t help out at any school events but got away with it, just because he was… hot? When he pulled in each morning in that flashy red Porsche, every teacher swooned.

Yeah, yeah. You could see why those dark brows, arrogant smirk and leopard print shirt might be considered attractive. But he wasn’t your type. You liked someone more… reliable.

You tugged Radhika to the front and pointed at her head. “Did you do this to my daughter?”

This morning, you sent your daughter to school with two black plaits that reached her waist. When you came to pick her up, one plait had been hacked off, so that her hair barely touched her shoulder.

Jihye stood up, crossing her little arms. “Yeah. So what?”

“Well… are you going to apologise?” you said.

She shook her head. “NO! She deserved it!”

Suddenly, you felt a burst of anger. “You… you bitch!” you screamed.

Radhika clamped her hand over her mouth. “Mum!”

“Come on, Radhika. We’re going home. Oh, I’m bringing this to the headmistress tomorrow!”

---

You spent your evening at the hairdresser, getting them to even up Radhika’s hair.

After you tucked your daughter into her Frozen bedcovers, you slumped down at the kitchen table and opened a bottle of red wine. You needed it, after the day you had.

You were beginning to feel guilty for the afternoon… after all, you did swear at a child.

It had just gone 9.30PM when you heard a loud knock.

You pulled the door open and saw…

A handsome Korean man, with a sleeping child in his arms.

It was Jaemin Na! Even with his loose tie and crumpled work shirt, he would have been handsome - if it wasn’t for the fact that he was staring daggers at you.

“Err, can I help you?” you asked. You knew exactly why he was here, but you were determined to be unhelpful.

“Are you Radhika’s mother?” he asked.

“Yes I am…”

“I need to speak to you,” he said.

Before you got a chance to reply, Jaemin barged past you and stormed inside.

“What the hell! You can’t just walk into my house!” you cried. You slammed the door shut and followed him into the living room.

He carefully laid the sleeping girl down onto your sofa. Now that you could see her face, you realised that it was Jihye, the girl from before.

The man faced you, his face dark with anger. “I’m Jaemin Na. My daughter told me that you called her a bitch.” He jabbed his finger in your face. You swatted it away.

Your entire body prickled with anger – you couldn’t believe this man’s audacity. “Well, your child cut off my daughter’s hair today. Like some kind of… animal!”

“Don’t call my daughter an animal!” Jaemin shouted. His yell made the sleeping girl mumble and roll over.

You grabbed Jaemin’s arm and pulled him into the kitchen. You hated the tingle of excitement you got when you felt the firm muscle under his shirt. “Your ridiculous shouting is going to wake up your child. Why did you even bring her? It’s late.”

Jaemin yanked his sleeve out of your grasp, brushing it off like your touch was dirty. “Some of us are single parents. We don’t all have partners for free childcare and occasional sex.”

“Don’t talk to me to me like that!” you snapped. “You don’t know me! Not that it’s any of your business, but it’s only been me and Radhika since day one.”

And as for the ‘sex’ part, that was close to zero. You didn’t tell him that, though. You did not need Jaemin to know that you were so horny these days, that you tried to chat up the mailman.

“Okay… Fine, sorry,” Jaemin grumbled. He slumped down at the kitchen table, picked up your glass of wine and downed it. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each quick swallow, and you realised you were staring.

“Unbelievable.” You scoffed. You got out a second glass and sat down beside him.

“So, are you going to explain why you’re here… in my home… drinking my wine… shouting at me?"

Jaemin’s eyes flicked down to your chest, and then quickly back up to your face. His neck flushed red.

You followed his gaze to your chest. You gasped when you realised that your nipples could be seen through your thin burgundy top. You quickly crossed your arms. The atmosphere thickened. Jaemin prayed that you couldn’t tell that his breaths were a little faster than before.

“Umm… I’m sorry.” Jaemin started. “When Jihye told me what happened, I-I got so angry that I drove over here without thinking. She fell asleep in the car.”

You nodded; you could understand how anger made you do dumb things.

“I’m sorry too.” You began. “I shouldn’t have said… what I said to your daughter. Not my proudest moment as a parent.” You touched his arm in an apologetic gesture. It was a simple touch, but it sent flutters down your spine. Damn, you really needed to get laid.

“And… I’m sorry for what she did to your daughter’s hair.” Jaemin said. “She gets her temper from me. For what it’s worth, I think your daughter would look great with short hair.”

You pushed his shoulder playfully. “I guess we both have temper problems.”

To be honest, you were not a touchy-feely person. But for some reason, your fingers just seemed to be magnetically attracted to Jaemin’s skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

Jaemin smiled at you and clinked his glass with yours. It was the first time you’d seen him actually smile. And damn, he was gorgeous when he wasn’t mad.

You downed your glass and poured another, enjoying the warm feeling in your belly – whether it came from the alcohol or the handsome man at your kitchen table, you couldn’t tell.

“So… how did you know where I live?” you asked.

Jaemin chuckled. “I… work in IT. It was easy enough to hack the school system. Plus, I’ve seen you around - you’re the only other Asian parent at the school. And… you’re hot.”

Your eyes went wide. The realisation slowly settled in – the hottest parent in the school was attracted to you. Damn.

Jaemin slapped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, I’m a bit drunk.”

His movement attracted your attention to his mouth; you had to fight not to stare at those soft, pillowy lips.

You giggled. “It’s okay. I think you’re… hot, too.”

It wasn’t till that moment that you realised just how attracted you were to Na Jaemin. The way you spent hours complaining about him with the other mums, the way you always drove in early enough to glimpse his red Porsche at drop-off… it was all clicking into place.

Jaemin laughed lazily. He locked eyes with yours.

In that one breathless moment, you both gazed at each other. Your belly fluttered. You didn’t dare move a single muscle, afraid of doing anything to ruin the moment.

Jaemin’s cheeks were tinged with the prettiest shade of red you’d ever seen. You couldn’t help wondering if his cock also flushed the same shade.

Jaemin’s pretty pink tongue flashed over his lips. “Are you… feeling what I’m feeling?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You nodded once.

Taking that as his cue, Jaemin leaned forwards and kissed you on the mouth.

The kiss was tentative – just his lips soft pressing against yours, getting used to the feeling. His lips were slightly rough – the friction made your core buzz.

Jaemin pulled back. His expression was nothing like the arrogant smirk he usually wore; it was flushed and delicate. “I know I came here to shout at you, but… I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I first set eyes on you.”

“Just do it.” You grabbed Jaemin by his collar and pulled him onto you. You slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted of the red wine he stole from you.

Jaemin groaned against your lips and grasped your waist. The two of you kissed like teenagers – slow and dirty, with your tongue lapping against his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your body against him. His hand slid up under your shirt and cupped your breast.

You were shocked to find his hardness already pressing against your thigh. The thought of how turned on you made Jaemin was enough to have you pushing further into his lap, your thighs closing in on his waist.

You pulled your lips away. Jaemin’s eyes were hooded, and his upper lip was tinged pink.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you said. “We don’t the kids to wake up and find us like this.”

Jaemin’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “I want to. Believe me I do,” he said, waggling his eyebrows for effect. “But… umm, I wasn’t expecting this and… I haven’t shaved in a while.”

You chuckled. “It’s okay, I like a bit of hair. It’s sexy.”

“You’re sexy,” Jaemin said, pulling you towards him to kiss your lips once more.

The two of you linked hands and snuck through the living room. Jihye was thankfully still fast asleep on the sofa.

When you finally made it into your bedroom, you jumped into Jaemin’s strong arms.

Together, you fell onto the bed, laughing quietly as you pulled each other’s clothes off…

---

“Holy shit, Y/n, that was amazing!” Jaemin said, gazing up at you with glittering black eyes. “Has anyone told you that you’re really good at sex?”

“Maybe once or twice,” you winked. You were still sat on top of Jaemin, both hands planted firmly on his chest, trying to calm your frantic breaths.

You leant down and kissed his collarbone. Then you rolled onto the mattress beside him.

You watched as his sculpted chest rose and fell as his breaths evened out. There was a thin coat of sweat making his brown skin glisten in the dim light.

“You know…” Jaemin began, tracing one finger down your arm. “I’m still kinda mad that you called my daughter a bitch.”

You rolled onto your side, scoffing. “Oh shut up! Those moans did not sound like complaints when I was riding you like a pro!”

Jaemin threw his head back and laughed. “Ooh, I think I like being told to shut up. I need a woman who can put me in my place… is it too soon to say I’m falling in love?” he said, winking cheekily.

“Jaemin!” You knew he was just kidding, but his words still sent the butterflies in your stomach aflutter.

“If only our daughters liked each other…” you mused.

The smile fell off Jaemin’s face. “Tell me about it…”

Jaemin sat up and picked up his iPhone X from the nightstand. “I guess I’d better get going. It’s pretty late, and the girls have school in the morning.”

You sat up too. “I really am sorry about what I said to Jihye…” You picked up your bra from the floor and put it back on.

Jaemin smiled as he buttoned up his shirt. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Let me book you an Uber,” you said. “I think you’re too drunk to drive.”

“Sure,” Jaemin said, leaving the bedroom to check on his daughter.

“Y/n?” You head Jaemin call. He sounded concerned. You jumped up and ran into the living room.

Jaemin was pointing at the empty couch where Jihye was sleeping before. “Where is my daughter?”

You frowned. “Umm, she must have woken up. Let’s go and check.”

Jaemin followed behind you as you checked each room. But Jihye was nowhere to be seen.

At the end of the corridor, you reached your daughter’s room. Jaemin ran ahead and flung the door open.

You both gasped.

Jihye and Radhika were sat on the bed, wide awake, with huge grins on their faces.

“SURPRISE!” The girls screamed, bursting into a fit of high-pitched giggles.

You and Jaemin shared a confused look.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Jihye jumped up on the bed. “See!” she said, looking at Radhika. “I told you it would work!”

“Jihye, explain yourself now.” Jaemin was using his stern father voice, and you had to admit, it was sexy.

Jihye adjusted her glasses and huffed her cheeks. “Daddy,” she said. “You’re always complaining about how much you want a girlfriend.”

Jaemin blushed. “That’s not true-“ he began, but was quickly cut off.

“It IS true!” Jihye said. “And Radhika’s mum is pretty… sooooo… we decided to get you guys together! Like the fairy god mother!”

Your mouth dropped open. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Radhika, is this true?” you asked. “This… was all a prank? What about your hair?”

She nodded. “It’s true mummy. Jihye is my best friend! We were pretending. Plus… I always wanted to cut my hair…”

Jihye turned at you. “Radhika’s mom, do you love my daddy now? Are you going to live happily ever after like Cinderella and Prince Charming?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You glanced sideways at Jaemin, who was trying not to smile.

“That’s really sweet,” you began. “But that’s not really how it works in real-”

But before you could finish, Jaemin grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He pecked your lips, gaining wild cheers from the two six-year-olds.

“We’re going to be better than Cinderella and Prince Charming, just you wait and see, little lady.” Jaemin said.

“Yay!” The girls jumped up and down.

“What do you think about a sleepover, I mean… it’s already late…” You glanced at Jaemin, who gave you a thumbs up.

Once the girls were settled into bed, you and Jaemin sat down on the couch in the living room.

“Well that was crazy…” you said. “Our daughters are so tricksy.”

“Tell me about it,” Jaemin said.

Jaemin yawned and reached his arms up in the air. One of his arms stretched towards you as he (not so) smoothly put his arm around your shoulders.

You giggled at his cheesy move.

Jaemin smirked. “Well, seeing as we’re all spending the night here… what do you say about a round two?”

You bit your lip. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

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spideykaiparker · 4 years ago

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Not Your Average Field trip

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Field trip trope

warning(s) : slight smut, fluff

summary : peter's decathlon team are going on a field trip to Stark Industries, but peter wasn't allowed to go, long story short, they bumped into peter in the hallway, catching peter in a slight compromising situation.

author's note : okay, so this is my second peter parker fanfic, this is your typical peter parker field trip trope but with a slight twist, i had this idea for a while, so i hope you like it! it's okay if you don't, cause i just wrote this for my own entertainment, hehe. english is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I'm really sorry if it's bad, but i promise it gets better along the way!

anyways, happy reading! ^_^

it was noisy in the decathlon room, Mr. Harrington was in the principal's office because apparently there's some big news for the team.

about 45 minutes later, Mr. Harrington came back to the room with a bunch of papers, wearing an excited face. immediately all of the noise stopped and the focus was on Mr. Harrington.

"okay everyone, i have some exciting news here" Mr. Harrington said, practically shaking because he couldn't contain his excitement. "we're going to Stark Industries on Friday!" he continued with a huge grin.

"what?!"

"how?"

"we're going where?"

all of peter's decathlon teammates were freaking out, excited by the news, but peter, he was freaking out because of the fact that they were going to his work place.

but then again, his teammates except ned and mj doesn't even believe that peter got an internship at Stark Industries, they think that he's lying about his internship, hell, even some of his teachers doesn't believe him, even if he already gave them the legal documents, they still won't believe him, saying that he's forging the documents. where in reality, he really got an internship. Mr. Stark has gave him a real internship seeing as he's really intelligent, some might even say he's on par with Tony Stark himself. Mr. Stark made him his personal intern, but he could still work with the other interns.

"okay calm down everybody, I'm going to hand out these forms for your parents or guardians to sign, make sure to hand it in to me on thursday" Mr. Harrington explained while handing out the forms, still a bit excited himself.

"okay you may go now"

just as peter was heading out, Mr. Harrington called him over. "pete can you come here for a second" he said while gesturing with his hand for peter to come over.

"yes Mr. Harrington? is anything wrong?"

"ah yes, unfortunately, because some of the teachers don't believe that you really have an internship at Starks Industries, they decided to not let you go, they said that your lying has gone too far, and should be punished for it, therefore you can't come on the field trip"

"what? but I'm not lying, Mr. Harrington" peter questioned, a bit hurt that his teachers don't even believe him, but also a bit relieved, because he wouldn't have to go on a field trip to his own work place.

"i know you're not pete, but unfortunately the other teachers don't think so, but you can just stay at home instead of going to school" Mr. Harrington explained, feeling sorry for peter.

"okay, Mr. Harrington, thanks for informing me" peter said while walking outside.

peter went straight to Stark Industries after that, because May finally agreed for them to stay at Stark Industries after a lot of provoking from Mr. Stark.

once he arrived at Stark Industries, he went straight up to the living quarters, more specifically to Y/N stark's room, without needing to scan his badge because the employees there already knows him.

when he reached the top he went straight to Y/N's room, only to see her sleeping in front of her desk with a bunch of unfinished projects that she's working on.

smiling at the sight, peter slowly made his way to Y/N, picking her up gently, and carrying her to her bed, then getting inside under the covers himself. Y/N automatically snuggled closer to peter, feeling his warmth, inhaling his familiar scent.

"mm.. you're back" Y/N said while rubbing her face in peter's sweatshirt like a cat.

"yeah i just got back, baby" peter replied while stroking the back of her head, smiling down at her.

"what time is it?" Y/N questioned whilst rubbing her eyes.

"uhh, i think it's a little past four pm"

"let's head to the kitchen, I'm hungryy" Y/N suggested while slowly getting up from the bed, still gaining consciousness.

once they reached the kitchen, Y/N sat down on the counter, while peter made a sandwich for both of them.

Y/N, who was still a bit drowsy from sleep, noticed the sad look on peter's face while he was making a sandwich. she made her way to peter, hugging him from the back, resting her chin on his shoulder, but can't quite reach it because of the slight height difference. so she opted to just snuggle her face on the back of his right shoulder.

"is everything okay?" she questioned, tightening her grip around his waist.

"yeah.. it's just- i was supposed to go on a field trip here on friday, but the teachers wouldn't let me go because they think I'm lying about my internship" peter answered with a frown.

"what? how could they, they can't just do that, you gave them the documents, proof that you're really an intern here" Y/N said with anger clear in her voice, hugging peter a bit tighter.

"i know, but they think that I'm forging the documents" peter answered with a defeated look on his face.

"let's go talk to my dad, I'm sure he'll do something about it"

"no, it's okay, i don't care if they don't believe me, it's fine if i don't go on the field trip, i literally live here, why would i want to go on a field trip to my own home" peter retaliated

"but still—" she got cut off by peter turning around in her hold, hugging her back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"it's fine, Y/N, I'm okay" he said with a small smile.

still a bit mad, Y/N just nodded her head with a small pout, resting her head on his chest, hugging him tighter.

peter laughed at her cuteness, resting his head on top of her's in return, rubbing the back of her head lovingly.

they spent the rest of the day watching netflix, talking about random stuff, just enjoying each others company.

thursday, they were supposed to hand in their forms to Mr. Harrington, and while his teammates excitedly talked about going to Stark Industries, peter was just resting his head on the table, waiting for the day to go by. ned offered to not go on the field trip and just hang out with peter, but peter couldn't do that to ned, so he insisted for ned to go the field trip.

peter just couldn't wait to go home, flash has been taunting him every second about his internship, saying that he couldn't wait to prove to the whole school that penis parker is lying about his internship.

"why the sour face, parker? scared that your fake internship would be exposed?" flash taunted.

peter didn't reply, instead he just buried his head in his arms, wishing for this to all be over so he could head home and cuddle with Y/N.

"not answering, are we? afraid that I'm right?" flash continued taunting peter with a smirk.

"just leave me alone, flash" peter answered, with a tired look.

"tch, fine, I'm going to prove everyone I'm right tommorow anyways"

"whatever you say, flash" peter said while rolling his eyes.

when it was time to go home, peter practically sprinted out of the room, can't wait any longer to go home and spend time with Y/N.

when he reached the tower, he went straight to Y/N's room, finding her working on a project she's been working on for weeks.

"oh peter, you're here" Y/N said, getting up from her desk and immediately hugging peter.

peter hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent, immediately forgetting about today's events.

when nighttime came, they laid on the bed, talking about each other's days. but peter got distracted by the way her lips move, thinking about how her lips wrapped around him, taking in his entire length in her mouth, teasingly playing with the head with her tongue.

"—pete? are you listening?" she asked with a slight smirk. she knows that peter has been staring at her lips for a quite while, she could practically see what he was imagining in his mind.

"huh? y-yeah? what?" peter breaks out of his trance, looking into her eyes that held a mishchievious glint.

"i said, were you listening?" she asked with an innocent look.

"y-yeah, i was" peter stuttered back.

"really? i could've sworn you've been looking at my lips for a while then" she climbed onto his lap "probably imagining how it would look wrapped around your pretty cock, aren't you? how i would lick the head like a lollipop, or how i would take you whole, slowly rubbing your thighs.." she trailed off, kissing his neck, running one of her hand down his chest, resting it on his growing bulge.

peter gulped, looking up at her with doe eyes, gripping her waist tightly.

"i know you said that you're fine about the field trip peter, but i could see the look on your face everytime someone mentions it, so, let me take care of you, okay?" Y/N said, slowly rubbing his growing erection through the material of his pants. she tugged on his shirt signaling him to take of his shirt, he did it almost immediately.

she got off him, only to go down in front of his erection, slowly unbuttoning his pants, sliding it down his legs, leaving his boxer briefs behind.

she kissed the insides of his thighs, leaving bite marks on her way, slowly making her way to his clothed erection.

she rubbed him through the material of his briefs, teasing him while kissing his stomach and hips continuing to leave marks.

peter couldn't contain his moans, he threw his head back moaning loudly not caring if anybody hears, gripping the bed sheets, he couldn't wait for Y/N to finally wrap her lips around him.

Y/N went up in fornt of his face, kissing him roughly, still rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. then slowly making her way down, kissing his neck, leaving marks, going down to his chest.

she wrapped her lips around one of his nipples, swirling her tongue around it, slightly biting it, while her free hand went to his other nipple, pinching it slightly with her index and thumb, occasionally switching to rolling it with her thumb.

peter was absolutely losing it, the feeling of her lips around his nipples, combined with her hand slowly rubbing his hard on. he feels as if he's going to explode if she doesn't put him in her mouth immediately.

she then continued her way down, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, finally letting it out of its confinement. his member sprung up hitting his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of the pink tip, twitching when she wrapped her hand around it.

she slowly moved her hand up and down his hard shaft, her thumb gently pressing down on the head, immediately getting a loud moan out of him.

she leaned a bit, giving small kitten licks on the head, then finally wrapping her lips around the head first, swirling her tongue around it, then slowly went down further, until her nose brushed against the base. one of her hand playing with his balls, kneading it.

peter moaned loudly, throwing his head back, one of his hand making its way to her hair gripping it tightly, guiding her head to move up and down. peter couldn't hold his hips back from thrusting into her mouth roughly, hitting the back of her throat.

this slightly surprised Y/N, choking her slightly, but doing her best to keep up with his pace.

his thrusts becoming sloppy, his member twitching inside her mouth, indicating her that he was about to cum.

"i-i'm cumming" peter said, eyes closed, his thrusts becoming even more sloppy.

with a few more thrusts, he came inside her mouth, she removed herself from him, swallowing his load, helping him with his high, running her hand up and down his shaft, with some of the cum going onto her face.

when he was done, they were both panting, looking into each others eyes with blush coating both of their faces.

he leaned down and kissed her, slightly tasting himself on her tongue. the kiss was slow, and passionate, opposite of their kiss earlier.

they pulled back and smiled at each other, until peter remember something.

"wait, i didn't get to return the favor"

"it's fine peter, i told you i was the one who's taking care of you today, you can make it up to me some other time, okay?" she said, cupping his cheeks with her hands, kissing his lips one more time.

"okay..."

"okay, I'm going to wash my face now, then we can go to sleep" she said once again, while getting up from the bed heading to the bathroom. peter just wore his briefs, too tired to do anything else.

once she was done, they cuddled the rest of the night, with her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his neck, and one of her leg was thrown over his thighs, while his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, burying his head in her hair.

the next morning, they woke up around 10.30 a.m, because of last nights... events. after they woke up, they decided to stay a little longer in bed, just talking, maybe sneaking in some kisses in between. they were both too distracted by each other that they forgot it was friday, a.k.a the day when peter's decathlon team have a field trip to Stark Industries.

the decathlon team arrived not too long ago. usually, Stark Industries doesn't allow school field trips to go higher than the general labs. but, their tour guide, harley keener, was specifically instructed by Tony Stark himself to allow them to go to the higher levels, where tony's and bruce's labs were at. but not only that, that's also where the avengers living quarters, common rooms, and training room/gym were at. just so he can prove everyone that peter is not lying.

"okay, so just a reminder, you are not allowed to touch or take anything from here" harley informed the team while walking down the hallway after going out of the elevator.

"so as you can see, these are some of the avenger's rooms, each of their names are labeled on the door"

the team was in awe with everything, they couldn't believe that they were allowed to go to the higher levels.

"woah is that Y/N stark's room?!" one of the kid's exclaimed.

just as they were about to pass Y/N's room, the door suddenly opened, and out comes peter, only wearing some gray sweatpants, his neck and bare chest littered with hickeys, and Y/N with an oversized t-shirt —probably peter's, with some short's that almost covered by the t-shirt. "yeah i was thinking about pancakes—"

"—peter?"

"—Y/N Stark?"

the decathlon team's mouths hang wide open shocked by the scene infront of them, even ned, mj was slightly surprised but didn't showed it. they couldn't believe that penis parker the nerd was coming out of Y/N Stark's room, shirtless, with hickeys littered around his torso, and has abs.

"huh?" they —peter and Y/N, turned their heads, and when they saw who made the noise, their eyes widened.

"harley! what are they doing here!, they aren't supposed to be here!" peter exclaimed, covering his chest, standing behind Y/N.

"i don't know man, Tony told me they were allowed to go here" harley answered with a shrug.

"but i see you had some fun last night" he continued with a huge smirk on his face.

peter blushed, wanting to just bury himself in the ground and forget this ever happened.

"peter! you really work here?" one of his teammates asked.

"well yeah, i did already told you guys, didn't i? you guys just didn't want to believe me"

"i believed you since the beginning, peter!" ned exclaimed happily.

"and thank you for that" peter smiled, still can't grasp the fact that this is actually happening, his teammates caught him coming out of Y/N's room, with him looking like that.

"peter! are you really dating Y/N stark?" one of his teammates asked again, wanting to know as much as possible about the situation right now.

"umm.." he paused, looking at Y/N, silently asking her if he should tell them, when Y/N nodded with a comforting smile, he continued, "yeah.."

hearing his answer, his teammates were once again shocked by the fact that peter was really dating Y/N.

"why?" a voice asked from the back, they all looked behind them, making way for the person to come forward. the person walked forwards confidently, with smug look on his face.

"why penis parker?" it was flash. once again not wanting for peter to have such a nice life.

"what did you just called him?" Y/N asked, daring him to call peter that again, her smile immediately turning into a scowl, eyes practically boring in flash's skull.

"penis parker, why him? out of all the people you could have, for example me" flash answered, still looking smug, but a slight fear crossed his eyes. his teammates were silently watching the scene unfold infront of them, slightly scared for flash, but also knowing that he deserves it.

"why, you ask? why not? he's smart, kind, selfless, caring, got a body to die for, a face that's cute and hot on the same time, i mean how is that even possible? he's perfect, he's everything you're not ever going to be.' Y/N answered, venom practically lacing every word she utters.

before flash can utter a word, she continued, "—you think you're perfect for me? have you looked at yourself? you think you're all that, flaunting all that money, but in reality, that's just your daddy's money" she said with a mocking pout, "but after this, are you sure you're still going to have money?, you better be scared for your dad, because after the stunt you just pulled here, I'm sure dad's going to take action about it. and before you say anything about me being a daddy's girl, having her dad take care of her problems, using all of her dad's money, no. unlike you, i actually help here, i actually earn the money that's been given to me, infact, most of the avengers gears were designed with the help of me." she ended, arms crossing infront of her chest, looking intimidatingly at flash, daring him to argue.

but flash couldn't even utter a single word, mouth opening and closing like a fish, embarrassed, not looking so confident now.

peter's teammates who were just observing, was also shocked by the words uttered by the Stark girl, feeling embarrassed for flash, and admiring her intimidating aura. peter looking at her with heart eyes, practically falling in love all over again with her.

when flash didn't utter a single word, she smirked, "so now that that's settled, peter and i are going to head on our way now, bye bye~" she waved her fingers with one hand, the other pulling peter away from his teammates.

"oh yeah, one more thing, you're all going to sign NDA'S to make sure, none of this is going to get out, if you were to even utter a single word about today to anyone, you better watch out because we are going to take action." she walked out, dragging peter with her, slightly swaying her hips, peter behind her looking at her with admiration.

his teammates were once again left shocked by the whole encounter, looking back at their retreating bodies with a new found astonishment.

it was silent for a second, then all of a sudden they all started freaking out, talking about the encounter.

"okay, so that happened, come on now let's continue the tour" harley cuts, silencing everyone.

peter and Y/N decided to have breakfast, or probably brunch, and then deciding to train for a while. they headed to the training room. they changed into their workout clothes, peter just wearing a tight t-shirt, kind of like the ones steve likes to wear, paired with some shorts, and Y/N wearing a sports bra, with some matching leggings on.

they continued sparring for a while, too distracted by each other, that they didn't realize that the decathlon team was once again at the door, watching them spar with each other with astonishment, still having the difficulty to grasp that penis parker was actually cool.

somehow, they ended up with peter being pinned down on the ground, with Y/N straddling him.

Y/N smirked, leaning down, her hands still bunched up around peter's collar, using that to slightly pull peter up, making him lean his body on his elbows, then kissing him. peter kissed back almost immediately, one of his hand coming around to grip her waist.

the decathlon team who was watching the scene unfold infront of them, was once again shocked.

"...okay, let's just leave them alone now." harley awkwardly suggested, ushering everyone out.

one by one, they left the training room with shocked looks on their faces, leaving peter and Y/N in their own worlds.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker field trip #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #tom holland imagine

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lesbianmaxevans · 2 years ago

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no but like the writers were SO careless with the throuple???? like the s1 finale had aki and audrey going thru all of that to show max how much he meant to them, and given their persistence in making their case that the three of them should try this, I was expecting s2 to like actually let us see them navigate this new dynamic. show us the domesticity, the fluff, and yes of course the challenges as well, but give us some fun! but we didn’t get that!

the writers only cared about what drama they could wring out of the dynamic. suddenly they can’t communicate at all and are constantly withholding their feelings from each other -- aki and audrey sabotaging max’s attempts to go public instead of telling him that it’s scary to be out; aki being nervous about bottoming (pls don’t get me started on how much I hate that the show was obsessed w the trio’s sex life........ I do not have the time for that on this post) and going to another student for tips, instead of being upfront w his partners; audrey assuming aki and max are going to abandon her and causing that whole scene before admitting her fears instead of just admitting how her issues with her parents are causing insecurity in their rship.

and then in episode 8 -- EPISODE 8 OF 10!!!! -- these writers decided to have audrey and max completely ignore aki’s film festival bc they were too busy with this stupid feud with julien. and then when aki is lamenting about feeling ignored, ingrid kissed him -- WHICH WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE ON THE SHOW CALLING THAT CHEATING???? AKI DID NOT INITIATE AND HAD NO INTEREST IN INGRID MY GOD!! THAT’S NOT CHEATING!!!

but anyway aki is rightfully upset over the way audrey and max minimized this event for him and the narrative focuses on the fucking “cheating” aspect????? aki is never allowed to vocalize this feeling of being dismissed and sidelined??? and like my god the way these last three episodes made audrey look so bad, like her decision when learning about aki’s “indiscretion” is that she and aki should hide it from max?????? LIKE HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR RELATIONSHIP WOES SO FAR??????

and all the stress about saying “I love you” was dumb bc -- AGAIN!! -- after everything aki and audrey did in 1x12, idg why they are having these issues. like yeah being startled by the abruptness is fair, but other than that it felt utterly nonsensical.

and then when max hears about aki cheating and audrey knowing and gets mad at them for always being a team and him being solo, he’s so right!!! like we even see it w the premiere w the two of them talking about stopping max’s plan for going public, like aki and audrey are constantly consulting each other w/o max’s input and it’s! so! shitty!

and like......... it’s just so fucked up that the season 2 finale’s thesis was literally the exact opposite of the season 1 finale thesis. in s1, aki and audrey were adamant that they don’t work as a couple anymore and their feelings for max are so strong and important to them. the season 2 thesis is that aki and audrey are an inseparable unit. like????????? aki and audrey were literally the ones that proposed “all for all or none for none” and then when max takes that seriously, aki and audrey are like “lol nah we still wanna be together”

like I do believe joshua when he says the throuple was meant to be endgame but with this utterly careless handling, it truly does not feel like it was worth it for the writers to go there at all. like god we got NOTHING in terms of them being domestic and having fun bc it was just nonstop drama and that’s when we actually got content of the three of them together.

also wow im sorry I hope this was coherent, I took medicine to soothe my very sore throat and it kicked in like halfway thru typing this up I feel v drowsy and my limbs are heavy I need to lie down bye

#Gossip Girl #aki x audrey x max #makidrey #akimaudrey #Rachel's GG thoughts #long post under the cut #I'm gonna do edits of the final two episodes when I'm feeling better and it's gonna probably mostly be the trio lol

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venomous--fics · 3 years ago

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Anon asked: maybe a continuation of the peter b parker kid thing where they finally confront the mom and get the readers things back 😩💞💞

a/n: ask and thou shall receive! this spent so long in the drafts bc i felt so insecure about it tbh, so any feedback is appreciated! I love seeing messages about what you guys think! really keeps me motivated! also, requests are open

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, constantly looking at the clock. It was almost 5pm, you were supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Yes, he keeps track of everyone's schedules, yes he knows the exact second you should be walking through the door. He's already texted you, but maybe you had detention. Nah, you were a good student, he highly doubted you'd have to stay after school.

His phone finally rang, and he was way too quick answering it.

"You okay?"

"I need some help."

"What is it?" he was already out the door.

You sighed, knowing he was probably going to give you an earful later.

"Well, it's a really long story, right.. But my mom showed up after school-"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I think. Anyways, we got into it on the way home, which is no- Not normal." you adjusted how you were sitting, "And since she was dragging me back to the house, I figured I'd just get my crap and come home, right? Makes sense, saves us the tri-"

"She took you without permission?"

"Technically she is my m-...Parent. I guess, y'know, legally she can do whatever- But..Okay." you began to feel bubbles of anxiety and pain and even resentment form deep in your core, "She locked me out." You rubbed your neck.

"Are you," he paused, looking around at all the faces passing by him, "Still there?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? Don't apologize, you didn't do anything."

"I keep causing problems for everyone."

"Not for me. Or Mj."

It was quiet on your end.

"You still there?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"You probably shouldn't."

"Nah, nah." He said, having a sudden wave of anger rush over him, "Let me take care of this."

And true to his word, Peter was there in ten minutes. You hopped up from your spot on the porch as he made his way up to the door and knocked on it as hard as he could. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

The door swung open, and your mother seemed awfully surprised and confused to see some random man just standing there. Peter held no emotion has he looked her dead in the eye, "Can we come in."

She opened the door wider so that way you two could step in.

"Go get your stuff." is all Peter said to you.

Wasting no time, and not wanting to be in the middle of a potential argument between the two, you skedaddled to your room. It almost felt like too much to be in there. It looked so empty and barren compared to your room at Peter and Mjs place. Seems really dull. Lifeless, almost. Dust covered every surface, which meant that nobody had ever even bothered to see if you were even still in there.

You heard their voices from the living room, but they seemed so distant, seeing as all you could focus on was every shitty thing that woman put you through.

You remember the day that you got bit. It made you deathly ill, and you just thought you were dying from some sort of allergic reaction to the spider bite. You tried to get her to take you to any doctor or anywhere that could help because all you could seem to see were stars.

Everything then was so loud. Everything was so bright. It was all too much, and you were certain that the reaper was waiting for you. What did she say?

"Suck it up and stop pretending. Everything has to be so dramatic with you."

Or that time you forgot a single item on the shopping list. You got this whole speech about how stupid you had to have been. To forget one item. It was the world's most useless item.

Everything else seemed to play all over again, all at once. Like a waterfall. It should've made you sad. It should've made you cry, or scream.

You recounted all the times you wanted to fight back, or just run away. Leave everything behind and just run until your legs gave out. But you never did. You always found some reason to linger.

The conversation was growing louder where Peter was.

"You aren't going to do this to them ever again. Sign the papers."

You nearly dropped your last belonging on the floor as you scrambled to your door. Papers? He wasn't serious. Well, obviously he was. He just said it.

"Fine. It's not like the-"

"Zip it. Sign the papers."

"Who are you anyways? The law? If so, whatever they've told you is a b-"

"Listen, lady. I didn't ask for any attitude. I told you to sign the papers." he seemed to huff in annoyance, "That doesn't require talking."

"I'm a good mother."

"And I'm the king of France."

"Really. I gave them a good home. I have fed them and kept them warm-"

"Really? You think you did all that? Or are you convincing yourself that you did all that?"

"I am-"

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Ye-"

"I've never said this about anyone, ever. I don't like speaking to or about anyone like this.. Ever, but, you? I think you're a piece of shit."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, look. You finished signing the papers. I'll take those. Thank you."

Realizing that it was your time to go, you stuffed your blanket into your duffel bag and rushed out the door and down the hall. Peter looked at you, expecting to see at least three bags. But he only saw the one.

"Where's the rest of your stuff."

"Uhm," you shuffled around, pretending as thought you dropped some, "This...This is all my stuff."

"That can't be ri-" He laughed a little, and noting the expression on his face, you saw that he was NOT happy. "That? That single duffle bag is all you have? That's it?"

"Yes..." you took a step back, "This is all.."

"I can't believe it." he said, "You're joking! One bag worth of stuff?"

He turned his attention back to your mother, who, for the first time in your life, actually looked like she got caught red handed, "You're pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

"But they're so u-"

"No! No, you don't get to talk anymore. You've done enough."

You awkwardly shuffled behind him, in the event that you two had to make a mad dash out the door. That and you needed to not be seen as you tried to hide your almost evil grin.

"The hell is wrong with you? You have this amazing kid, and THAT'S all you've ever gotten for them? And you sit there and call yourself a mother? Absolutely, without a doubt, bullshit. I'd be ashamed of myself to call myself a father if that's all I've provided for my kid. Don't even get me started on you as a person, we made that clear."

It almost felt cursed to hear him swear, seeing as he made it a point to tell you to not swear. Every time you did, you have to give a quarter to the swear jar. Mj was always on your side, though. She'd say a swear that was much worse and have to pay a dollar. Each word had a value.

"Maybe we should just go." you suggested, tugging on the sleeve of his arm, "She's not worth it anymore."

"She was never worth it, it seems."

You finally made eye contact with her, and the look in her eye. It's like she understood, but was choosing to not do anything about the situation. She could look sorry all she wanted, but you knew she wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. You know that right."

"That means nothing to me."

"I can change."

"If you can change now, that means you could've changed then. You just chose not to."

"But I'm your mother, you should realize how I feel. You should want-"

"You're not my mom. You stopped being my mom the first time you-" You turned towards the door and started walking towards it, "Whatever. You mean nothing to me."

You practically kicked open teh door just to leave, and Peter was right behind you, shouting about how he'd make sure to egg her house everyday, just to piss her off.

"Do you really think I'm amazing?" you asked, the walk home feeling rather quiet.

"I think you're more than that. Just can't put it into words."

"Did you really mean it...That we could egg her house?"

"You want to? There's a store right on the way home."

"How about tomorrow."

"I'll have to clear up my busy schedule. See if I can work in a drive by egging. Well, swing by egging."

"You promise?"

"You kidding? I haven't egged anyone's house since college."

You had so much more you wanted to get off you chest, but you opted to just talk about it at home, with everyone present. You wanted to talk about how you felt about everything, and the papers. Whatever those were. But you were, for the moment, busy laughing about Peter's story about how he used to Egg this one reporters house. Someone named Jonah.

You wonder if Jonah ever put two and two together.

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #into the spider verse x reader #into the spiderverse imagine #peter b parker imagine #peter b parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader

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circus4apsycho8 · 3 years ago

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more than a hug. | the batter x reader

Fandom: OFF

Pairing: The Batter x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, cussing

It was no surprise to you that the Elsen were very cuddly creatures. Not only that, but they were very squishy, too. You absolutely loved hugging the cute little guys! Who wouldn’t? They were warm, soft, and sweet.

The first time you had hugged an Elsen was after Dedan had finished yelling at the one. You and your beloved Batter had stepped out of the barn before you found yourself rushing over to the pitiful thing. How could you not? The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

You were quick to scoop him into your arms. “Hush now. He’s just a mean old man. You did nothing wrong.”

He accepted your hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You hear him sniffle a little bit. “Th-thank you…hhh…you’re too kind.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, hugging him a little tighter. You heard your Puppet awkwardly shuffle around, causing a deep chuckle to emanate from your chest. A few seconds later, you set him down onto the ground. The little Elsen had a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Miss, th-thank you and your…uh…friend here for purifying the barns. Even if it didn’t get noticed by the Inspector, we appreciate it…” he teeters off when he notices Batter glaring at him. You smack the Batter’s shoulder and smile down at the Elsen.

“You’re very welcome! Take care of yourself, alright? I think it’s about time we got a move on.” Batter remains silent as you bid the Elsen goodbye.

“I will! Good luck with…whatever you’re doing!” the Elsen wishes before the Batter grabs your hand and drags you behind him.

“Thank you!” you yell, waving at him before turning back to your Puppet.

“Dude, chill. You can let me go now,” you comment. He reluctantly releases his grip on you.

“What was that about?” he demands, looking anywhere but at you.

“He was about to cry, Batter! He was scared! I couldn’t just leave him like that!” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“He would have gotten over it.”

You sigh. “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, Batter.”

…

The second time you were cuddly with an Elsen is when you and Batter got stuck in the shopping mall maze. Batter was getting extremely frustrated and you just wanted to get the hell out of that blue hellhole.

So, when you and Batter found a lone Elsen who had claimed to be lost, you declared it was time to take a break.

“I’m lost,” the Elsen said, “I could make a fire with the boxes...to ward off the ghosts...but...that would be too dangerous.”

You immediately began to answer, but Batter pulled you back outside for a moment.

“Don’t answer him.”

You roll your eyes, growing annoyed. He couldn’t just boss you around like that. “He’s lost, Batter. We need to help him get out of here!”

“He can find his way out by himself.”

“Batter. He’s scared. Can’t we bring him with us? It’s only temporary. I can do all the talking, too!” you push, trying to decipher how he’s feeling. Batter frowns at your words, and not for the first time, you wish you could see his eyes. “He might attract a Spectre.”

And it was then and there you knew there was something else wrong. Throughout all of your travels, Batter had strived to attract Spectres so he could Purify them. Hell, he’d even shouted out to them in the smoke mines! So why was he so worried about attracting them now? Especially since they were much weaker here, too?

“Since when are you worried about attracting Spectres?” you grill, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Shaking your head, you look back up at him. “Look, what’s up with you, man? This isn’t like you.”

“I don’t want him to come with us,” he answers. You don’t buy it, but at the same time you know he’s not going to crack just yet.

With a sigh, you say: “I don’t think that’s all, but I know you won’t tell me. Can’t he just come with us? Who knows, he might be of help!”

He remains silent for a few more moments, then: “Fine.”

You grin before darting back into the room. The Elsen looks up at you hopefully.

“Come on, we can help you get out,” you coo, smiling.

“Wh-what about the ghosts?” he asks.

“We can protect you from them. Trust me,” you answer before offering your hand to him. He takes it gratefully before you pull him up.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replies. You hear the Batter scoff quietly from behind you.

“You’re welcome,” you respond.

“Let’s go,” comes Batter’s voice as he nearly stomps out of the room. You roll your ryes. So much for taking a break.

“Ignore him. He’s always grumpy,” you inform, taking his small hand and pulling him behind you.

…

During your trek through the exasperating maze, you noticed Batter was considerably quieter and tenser. Eventually, you had decided that he would tell you about whatever was bothering whenever it suited him. He seemed to be angry too, if the way he was taking out whatever monstrosity showed itself. It was almost like he didn’t want to listen to you but did anyway. His stubbornness grew to the point where you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the battles, so you could comfort the Elsen.

And when, finally, you five reached the Judge, the Elsen quickly thanked you and scampered off while Batter spoke to the Judge. You waved at the unfortunate Elsen before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Is not this publicity so effective and efficient whilst defying the basics of consumer marketing?” the Judge says once he sees you. The two of them are facing some kind of advertisement painted on the wall.

“For silkier hair: the meat fountains of Alma,” Batter reads, clearly unamused.

“Oh, you can read? Anyway, I am glad to have found you. Maybe you can help me unravel the mystery that fate has placed before me,” the Judge comments. He glances up at you and smiles before trotting over to you. You sit down cross-legged against the wall before he crawls onto your lap. Smiling, you pet his soft fur.

“It turns out that my brother has been living in this area for many years. He has a special affinity for colors of the cool kind. Unfortunately, I have so far failed to cross his path. I have tried to betake myself to the roof of the library, where he resides. However, I found the door closed. Even the long hours of intensive, repeated meowing and compulsive scratching did not do a thing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Judge. Is there anything we can do to help?” you question, scratching him behind his ear. He mewls in response, flipping over onto his back in a silent request for tummy rubs.

“My request is as follows: if at the bend of a corridor you happen to see Valerie, give him my greetings.”

You nod. “Will do.”

“Okay,” The Batter agrees. “Puppeteer, I’m going to go speak to Zacharie for a moment. Do you mind waiting here while I do so?”

You’re mildly surprised, but you agree anyway. “Uh, no, go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He saunters away, trusty bat in hand with Alpha and Omega following him.

You blink. “That was weird.”

“Eccentric of the Batter indeed,” agrees The Judge, “what do you think is amiss?”

“He’s been acting very…out of character lately,” you muse, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on.” Is he mad at you? Should you be doing something differently? If so, then why isn’t he just talking to you about it? “I wonder if he’s mad at me.”

“I highly doubt that. Your beloved Puppet could never be angry with you for long,” The Judge responds.

You shake your head, causing the Judge to glance up at you. “I don’t know, Judge. If I did something wrong, he just…he needs to speak up. I guess I should ask him about that, huh?”

The Judge nods. “If you truly believe so, then communication is the sole solution.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh, sifting your fingers through his soft fur.

A few minutes later, Batter reappears in the room, the Add Ons at his side. It was then you realized he didn’t buy anything because you were the one holding the credits.

“You good?” you question as the Judge reluctantly slides off of your lap.

“Yes. We should go,” he answers, although you catch a glimpse of his cheeks, which are…wait, is he blushing? You wonder what the odd merchant had said this time around.

Before you left, however, you approached the masked merchant standing idly behind the counter.

“Ah, buenos dias, dearest Puppeteer. How could I be of assistance?”

“Could I see what you have on you?” you ask. He chuckles.

“Of course, belle femme,” he replies, showing you his wares. You’d grown used to the odd nicknames he gave you.

You ended buying a few Fortune Tickets and some meat, placing all purchased items in your inventory before bidding Zacharie goodbye. Before you can move away, however, the merchant catches your hand in his. You freeze, watching as he lifts his mask ever-so-slightly before he brings the back of your hand to his lips.

“It’s always a pleasure to serve this little ragtag team of yours. Sois prudente, jolie fille.” Releasing your hand, he chuckles at your shocked expression, smirking as he glances at your stunned Puppet.

“Th-thank you,” you stutter before Batter places his hand behind your back and pushes you out of the door.

Once you’re outside, you blink a few times before you’re able to speak again. “Dude. What. The. Fuck?”

Batter shakes his head, probably both at your choice of language and recent events. “Language. I don’t know why he’s…” he sighs.

“He’s so weird. Wait…aren’t you fluent in French? What did he say?” you question.

Batter huffs. “The first nickname was ‘beautiful woman’. The second one was ‘Be safe, pretty girl’.”

Your cheeks grow even redder upon hearing the translation. “W-what? Really?”

He nods, remaining silent as the two of you continue to the park.

“Puppeteer…” he starts, voice soft.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze blatantly.

“I…” he trails off before continuing, “I think we should rest in Zone 0 before going to the park.”

You nod, the exhaustion of getting through the maze catching up with you. “Agreed.”

…

Once you two have reached the abandoned Zone, Batter hurriedly guides you past Zacharie, despite his greeting, and ushers to the upper levels.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?” he questions.

“Here’s fine,” you respond, sliding onto the floor. He hesitates before sitting next to you and dropping his bat onto the floor. You lean your head on his shoulder, causing him to tense up a bit before relaxing.

You hear him sigh again. “I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically sullen for a man as stoic as he usually is.

“Kind of. I just wish you would talk to me. What’s going on with you, Batter? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

He heaves yet another sigh as you straighten your neck and shift. Batter looks up at you while you move. You end up straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. He stiffens at your gentle touches. From this angle, you can finally see his eyes.

You can’t tell exactly what color his eyes are, so you reach up before grasping the brim of his hat. He catches your wrist gently before you can pull it off all the way.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. “I really want to see your eyes.”

His grip on your wrist loosens before he removes it completely. “Go ahead.”

You smile at him in a silent thank-you before you remove it.

His eyes are a pretty shade of amber. They hold a kind of exhaustion that could only be obtained by fighting for something one couldn’t accomplish.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” you comment, smiling, “why didn’t you want me to see them?”

He bites his lip for a moment before looking away. “I am not entirely sure. I guess I just…don’t want you to see my…my real ones.”

“Your real ones?” you question, tilting your head slightly.

“Yes,” he confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t, Batter. Will you show me, please?” you ask, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

“Very well,” he says, “will you close your eyes for a moment?”

You obey quietly, pressing a hand against his. His hands are much bigger than yours as well as drier and calloused from using his bat so much.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Upon opening them, you find that his amber orbs have been replaced with four eyes. The irises are a deep shade of burgundy while the rest of the eye is a pretty crimson color.

“Whoa,” you breathe, removing your hand in order to trace the skin around his eyes. Even though it’s definitely unnatural for a human, he still looks handsome. “Those are even cooler!”

“You think so?” he questions, still unsure.

“Yes. I mean…I’ve never met anyone with red eyes before. I…I think they look even better than your other ones,” you confess, smiling shyly at him.

He studies your face for a moment before a teensy little smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Puppeteer. Thank you.”

You chuckle. “That’s what you get for having a pretty face. Now,” you lean back a little. “What’s been going on with you?”

His little blush is back, which almost makes you giggle. “Well…it has to do with what I talked to Zacharie about earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I…whenever I saw you hugging the Elsen or just…being affectionate with someone else, it made me angry. I wasn’t sure what exactly why I was; after all, you were just trying to be comforting. I knew Zacharie would have an answer, and he did. He informed me that…I should tell you. I wasn’t sure how. Eventually, he told me that…I was…jealous.”

You chuckle. “If you wanted a hug you should’ve just asked,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile as you feel him return it with a relieved smile. He loosely wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You note that he smells like…bubblegum? Not just any bubblegum, but the kind that’s sort of stringy? Like the baseball gum. You chuckle, inhaling his scent.

Suddenly, he slides his hands up to your neck and he gently pushes you back a little bit, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over your jawline. You move your hands to his chest, right over his heart. It steadily beat beneath your fingertips. After that, your gaze sinks down to see his lips: they’re dry and chapped, but still so, so kissable.

The Batter releases a grunt before he pulls you forward, and your lips collide. He’s gentle and slow at first, testing the waters. When the two of you break apart for a moment, you go in for another one again; this time around, it gets a little more heated.

His hands slide back down to your waist, where he pulls your torso to his. You find your hands tangled in his ivory white hair. You feel him running his hands along your curves, to the small of your back, then retreating to your waist again.

You’re pulled back by the need for air. As you gaze into his red eyes, you recollect just why you love this man. He had protected you, tried to help you when no one else would. Even when he did get a little snappy, it was because he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of both the situation and his own feelings. It was there when you were looking at him, you realized he felt the same way.

He breathes your name, brushing a hand against your cheek again. You can tell he’s at a lost for words.

“I had a feeling you wanted more than a hug.”

#off #the batter x reader #off by mortis ghost #zacharie off #oneshot #reader insert

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woniepop · 4 years ago

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feel special ༉‧��˚✧

➜ the three times you didn’t want to be Karl’s best friend any more and the one time you weren’t

Pairing: Karl Jacob’s x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, enemies to lovers au

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, cursing

Word Count: 2.0k words

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first time writing for a mcyt streamer, but unfortunately I will not be writing works for more streamers anytime soon. This is for my lovely friend basil Ly and losingvienna’s follower event, which you should definitely check out of you are in to mcyt streamers!!

I highly recommend checking @basilly and @losingvienna out if you haven’t already!!

Ever since you met Karl, you’ve hated everything about him. He was sweet, he was caring, he was everything you’ve ever wanted in anyone. From the moment he stepped foot in your kindergarten your life had become a living hell. He was great! You on the other hand, had never felt more miserable in your life. It had never occurred to you that being different was a bad thing, but apparently, to your whole kindergarten class of 26 kids, it was terrible. But, somehow, amidst the screaming kids and the poorly colored art projects, Karl only saw you.

Your fellow kindergarten classmates stared at you, perhaps a bit too judgingly, as you sat down in your seat. Feeling super excited to come to school today, your grandma has recently gotten you your very own pink sundress, equipped with a pink satin ribbon to tie a cute little bow in the back. You wanted your classmates to like you, so you had to be the prettiest you could ever be.

“Why are you wearing a dress to school? Do you think you’re a princess?” one of the children say, rather, shout across the room. And with that, the whole class starts laughing, except you.

“What? Are you trying to impress someone?”

“OOO Y/N HAS A CRUSH!”

“I bet it’s Karl”

“Of course it is. She just wants to daaaaaaate him, doesn’t she?”

With tears welling up in your eyes and boogers dripping down your nose, you quickly stand up just to take the hall pass and run to the nearest bathroom. It was humiliating, feeling like you had tried so hard to make friends just to get laughed at. It felt terrible.

You were NOT excited for your first day of high school. Why would you be? It was just another year of “light hearted” jokes about you and how you were “so different.” Settling with a seat in the back, you tilt your head down only for the teacher to walk in right after.

“Good morning, students! Welcome to your first day of Freshman Year! I’m sure you’re all very excited for these next four years, but before that why don’t we all introduce ourselves to each other!” The teacher says, in a high pitch, peppy voice. You had stopped listening to her after that. You already knew what was going to happen, you were going to be paired up with some immature male football player looking for a tall, hot, and blonde cheerleader girlfriend, then he was going to say something stupid like, “Girls like you aren’t really my type.” No shit you weren’t his type. It happened every year. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you force your head up, preparing yourself for the dreadful introduction.

“Hi! I believe we’re partners for the All About Me project. May I sit here?” he says, pointing to the chair beside you. He, as in Karl Jacobs. The Karl Jacobs. The man, the myth, the legend, the boy that filled your entire life with “She just wants to date Karl. She’s such an attention whore.” With that, your eyes widen. You weren’t expecting him, nor were you ever this mad about anything in your life. You didn’t want to know anything about him, let alone do a whole project learning about him.

“Yeah, you can sit there.” You answer through clenched teeth.

“Thanks! I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be able to finish this within the period considering there are like 30 questions, so did you want to work on this in the library after school?” he asks.

“Sure.” You say promptly, not even bothering to make eye contact with him.

“I believe we went to the same elementary school, but I haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to you, so I’m glad we got to be partners for this project. I’m excited to get to know you.” He says, a glint of hope in his eyes. You hated it. Was he actually being nice? To you?

The rest of the period would have been answering all the questions on the list, but instead you guys had been side tracked, going off topic and talking about anything and everything. Putting aside your hatred for the boy, Karl seemed like a genuinely nice person. You had learned he loved gaming, which he was surprised you had a knack for as well.

“Well, Y/n, I’m sorry we couldn’t get a lot done this period. But, I’ll see you at the library later, and maybe we can even try out that new game you talked about tonight.” He says, standing up out of his chair and leaving the classroom. Maybe today wouldn’t be too bad after all.

ONE “Move!” you say, playfully shoving Karl off of you. It was the summer before your senior year, and you would have never guessed that you, Y/n L/n, would be spending your whole high school career with the boy you loathed most, Karl Jacobs. If there was ever anything you'd ever looked forward to, it was spending every Friday night with Karl Jacobs. That fateful day at the library was the start of the best tradition ever known to man.

“But we’re watching a movie!” Karl exclaims.

“So? You don’t need to watch it while squishing me half to death.”

“What do you mean? Have you ever heard of CUDDLING?”

“Cuddling has never consisted of MURDER.”

It was always like this. Every Friday night Karl would come to your house, your mom would gush at how handsome he was while she set a plate down of whatever food he wanted, and him telling her that she was the best cook ever. This is what you’ve always wanted, right? You had a best friend, who accepted you as you were, and you him. Despite always having heartwarming and laughter filled moments with your best friend, your heart hurt. A lot. Maybe the moment was just too heartwarming, or maybe this was the universe telling you that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore.

TWO “Hey, Karl!” she says. Ah, yes. Her. Karl’s childhood crush since what? Fourth grade?

“Oh, um, Hi!” He replies. There it was. That dreadful pain in your chest that only grew bigger as she sat down right next to him, disregarding the fact that you were sitting right there. The way she twirled her long blonde hair, the way she leaned over to show all of her cleavage, the way she wore skirts so short you could almost see her underwear, and the way it made your blood boil and your heart hurt until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You wanted to walk away so bad, but as Karl’s best friend you should support him in his romantic interests, even if you didn’t like them.

“So… I’m sure you’ve heard already. I broke up with my boyfriend.” she says, tracing her finger up and down his arm, making him noticeably very nervous.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always here.” You hear him say. Of course he was always here. He was there for everyone, and he would never try to exclude anyone from his kindness.

“I broke up with him because of you!”

“W-what”

“I want to be with you, silly!” she says. And with that, you felt your whole world go black and white. Did you hear her correctly? She wanted to be with him?

“I- I’m sorry, I can’t be with you.”

“WHAT?!? BUT I BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND JUST TO BE WITH YOU!”

“Well I’m sorry, but I love someone else. You should’ve consulted me before you threw away your relationship.”

Did you hear HIM correctly? He loves someone? You couldn’t take it anymore and excused yourself. Yet again, you ran to the bathroom feeling the same pain in your chest only 10 times worse. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore. Not like this.

THREE “I can’t believe you’re moving to California, Y/n” Karl says as he pushes his hair back, sighing in disbelief. “You’re really going to leave me?” He continues, tears welling up in his eyes as he turns to look at you with his signature puppy eyes.

“I have to! It’s always been my dream to go to college there!” You reply, feeling guilty for leaving behind everything for your dream.

“But I’ll miss you!” he says, fully knowing facetime exists, and you would always visit him during breaks.

“I’ll miss you too! But, I need to do this. Can you stay strong? For me?” you ask, cupping his face with your left hand. You had gone on one of your late night drives again, parking in an empty parking lot as you have deep late night conversations. Today’s topic happened to be college, and while it had been always known you were moving across the country after high school, the day was coming closer and it all felt too real.

As Karl leans his face into your hand, he lets out a yawn. “I guess it’s time to go back then.” you say.

“No, I don’t want to. I have to spend every second with you until you leave.” he whines. You wanted to as well, but then, there it was. The stinging in the back of your heart. You were tired of it. You hated feeling this way. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore.

THE END The warm summer air blew past you as you and Karl sit atop your roof, staring into the distance in the comfortable silence that was there from the moment Karl got to your house. Neither of you had spoken a word but neither of you cared. You just wanted to be with him. What would’ve made the night perfect was if you weren’t getting on the plane the very next morning, moving across the country.

Building up as much courage as you could, you said the three words you’ve been wanting to say ever since you had become friends. You were leaving, but before that you wanted more than anything else to let him know this. “I love you.” You say, causing his eyes to go wide. You… loved him? That was impossible.

“Yeah, I love you too.” He says casually.

“No. I love you more than in a friendly way.” You reply.

“Really? Why?” He asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was because you were my first friend, but it’s definitely because you’re you. I’ve been bullied almost my whole life, and you know that. But, no matter how the world brings me down, and even when hurtful words stab me, I can smile again. Because you’re there.” You say, tears rolling down your face. You pause, before continuing on about how much he means to you. “I mean, my whole life, one moment I feel like I’m nothing at all. Like no one would notice if I were gone. But then you came! And I was so happy. Or maybe it’s cause you make me feel loved. But when I’m with you, I feel so special.”

And with that, Karl makes no hesitation in cupping your cheeks, silently wiping away your tears. In that moment, he decides that he doesn't want to be your friend anymore either. Leaning in, he whispers, “I love you too.” before he crashes his lips onto yours.

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