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[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Nobody's Fool: Chapter 8

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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“I can’t believe we managed to get this back here,” you commented, clutching a gigantic teddy bear in your arms as the two of you walked toward your apartment building. 

“I strapped him down good,” Eddie commented. “He wasn’t falling off my bike. I worked hard to win him for you. I mean, that bear must have cost me fifteen bucks.”

You laughed. “You were pretty damn determined you were going to knock all those milk bottles down.”

“And I did!” he exclaimed. “I mean, it may have taken me thirty tries to do it, but I still did it. Behold my success. I am feeling very successful tonight. I won your challenge and I defeated the rigged carnival game.”

“That you did,” you agreed with a smile, pausing to look up at him. “On both counts.”

A slow smile spread curved his lips and he bent down, hand cupping your cheek, gently kissing you. You felt the warm rush of pleasure run straight down to your toes. Damn, he was so very good at that and you couldn't help but consider what else he might be good at. You kept expecting his kisses to affect you less. Surely your body would get used to it, build up an immunity, but that had not happened so far. In fact, each time he kissed you, your reaction only seemed to intensify.

“So, what should I name our furry friend?” you asked, shaking the giant bear so his head flopped this way and that.

Eddie placed his finger and thumb on his chin, looking adorable as he considered the teddy bear, seriously scrutinizing it like it was the biggest decision of his life.

“Frodo!” he announced, snapping his fingers.

“Absolutely not,” you disagreed, shaking your head. “Frodo is the worst hobbit! He never would have survived if it weren’t for Sam. All he did was whine.”

“Blasphemy!” Eddie exclaimed, clutching his heart dramatically. “Damn, you've wounded me, sweetheart. How can you hate on Frodo? Okay, Sam then. I mean, even I have to admit that Sam is the best hobbit.”

“Nah, I’m going with Pippin,” you laughed. “I love Pippin.”

“Alright, I suppose that’s acceptable. I'll allow it. So, when can I see you again?” he asked, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in close, hands settling on your low back. 

“Hmm…going for date number four?” you mused, trying to hide your surprise. Was this really happening? This guy was content to just spend time with you, wanted to spend more time with you when you hadn't even given it up to him yet? And he wasn't even pushing for it. He was just pushing for another date.

“Oh, look at you, admitting our first one counted as two,” he teased, his tongue slipping along his bottom lip in a way that had your toes curling.

“Well, you keep insisting and honestly, it’s too exhausting trying to argue with you,” you replied, chuckling. 

“You’re learning,” he said, sounding impressed. “So, are you free tomorrow?”

“Depends,” you responded.

“On what?”

“On what you’re thinking of doing,” you answered. “I work that night so I can only do a daytime thing. I mean, or I am off on Tuesday if you want to wait until then.”

“No, I definitely don’t want to wait until Tuesday,” Eddie stated, shaking his head. “Hmm, a daytime date. How do you feel about boats?”

“Boats? Motorcycles and boats, huh? Interesting. You don’t strike me as the boating type.”

He snorted with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not talking about sailing. Can you even imagine me in boat shoes, wearing one of those little hats? Ugh. No, I was thinking maybe we could grab some lunch and then rent a canoe and head out onto the lake for a bit.”

“So, the man wants me to trust him enough to let him take me on a hazardous ride that could end in me splatting on the ground. And now, he wants me to risk myself being out in the middle of a lake, alone with him, where he could easily dump my body and nobody would ever find me?”

“Damn, morbid much?” he sniggered. “I thought I won your challenge and proved I’m a good guy? Good guys wouldn’t dump your body in a lake.”

“Good point,” she shrugged. “Okay. I guess I will put my life in your hands again.”

The apartment complex door suddenly flew open and Jen came running out, her face letting you know that something was wrong. You felt your stomach instantly knot. You knew what had probably caused that reaction. There was only one person in your life that would cause Jen to look like that. No. Not right now. You didn’t need him to know about all of your dysfunction.

You desperately wanted to signal to Jen to close her mouth, to just wait a few more minutes before she spilled the brokenness that was you. You could say goodbye quickly to Eddie and talk to her inside. But you never got the chance.

“Girl, thank god,” she sighed. “I've been up there just waiting for you to get home. There was a call while you were gone. It’s your mom. She’s been arrested again and she’s down at the police station.”

Shit. You looked over at Eddie, watching the stunned expression on his face and your heart sank to the floor. You wanted a hole to open up and swallow you. You didn’t want him to know how entirely fucked up your family was, how fucked up you were. One, you didn’t want him looking at you with pity and two, you weren't prepared to tell him anything this deep. You were having a good time together. You were definitely not at the level of sharing deep dark secrets yet. You weren't even sure you ever planned on being at that level. 

“Umm…fuck,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair, figuring this was the end of that. “I’m sorry. This was really fun and thank you for the teddy bear but I have to go.”

“Yeah, obviously,” he nodded. “Do you need a ride to the police station?”

“No, thanks but I can drive myself,” you insisted, shaking your head. 

Eddie looked at you with such concern that it pierced your very soul. Damn it, you really didn’t want this. This was too much, too fast. You didn’t need him swooping in to help you. You didn’t need some white knight saving the day bullshit. You didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything. Easy breezy did not mean intense and dramatic. It did not mean debts that needed to be paid. 

“You really shouldn’t drive yourself,” he commented. “You’re shaking like a leaf and clearly upset. Just let me drive you. I’ll even drive your car since I’m assuming your mom is going to need a ride too.”

“I think that’s a really good idea,” Jen added and you wanted to strangle her. “You really don’t need to go alone. You know how she gets.”

“There, your friend agrees,” he stated, reaching his hand out as if that was the end of the conversation. Decision made. “Keys, please? No worries. I’ll get you there. I promise.”

You sighed, reaching into your bag and placing your car keys in his hand. Clearly, he was about to be thrust into the insane world that was your family whether you wanted him to be or not. You just hoped he was ready for what he was about to see.

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“Hi Charlene,” you greeted, approaching the front desk at the police station. “I got a call that my mom's here...again. I'm here to post bail.”

“She's back there, alright. Good to see you again, sweetheart. Just wish it wasn't for this reason. Wait here,” the desk officer said, heading off through a door. 

You groaned, hands gripping the edge of the counter, lowering your head. At this point, every cop in town knew you and your mom. Your mom had been arrested more times than you could count for drunk and disorderly or drunk driving. Her license had been suspended on condition of her completing rehab, which she refused to do. She wouldn’t admit she had a problem to begin with so why would she need to go to rehab.

Eddie walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged him off, taking a few steps away. You couldn’t do this with him right now. You didn’t need him feeling sorry for you. You were so tired of being the one people looked at like you were pathetic, a lost cause, a broken girl. Poor tragic you with your defective mother. He didn't even know you, not really. Hanging out three times did not mean he understood shit about your life. This was just awkward. You wished he wouldn't have come.

Charlene came back with the proper paperwork. You filled it all out and handed over the bail money. Money you really couldn’t spare at the moment. You were constantly scraping by because of always having to fund your mother's bullshit. Charlene informed you that your mom was expected to appear at a court hearing in two weeks. If she didn’t, they would arrest her again and there would be no bailing her out this time. She had gotten herself in trouble one too many times. 

You paced back and forth, avoiding Eddie’s gaze, while you waited for them to bring your mom out but you could feel it, like twin lasers burning into the back of your skull. You knew, without looking, that he was feeling sorry for you and you just didn't want to see it. Finally, you spotted Jodie being led around to the front. They paused to remove the handcuffs from her wrists.

“Jodie,” the officer told her, “you need to behave yourself now or next time, your little girl won’t be able to bail you out. You’ll be staying with us long-term, you hear?”

“Pfft,” she sneered, rolling her eyes, “you mind your own business. I’m fine, and that child better bail me out. It’s the very least she could do after everything I’ve done for her ungrateful ass.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and you felt tears sting your own. You would not cry. You were not going to break down in front of him. This was exactly why you didn’t want him to come. Your mom was nasty on her good days, vicious when she was drunk, which was almost all the time these days. 

“Come on mom,” you muttered, “let’s get you home.”

“There she is,” your mom called out loudly. “My little whore of a daughter. Did you know she tends bar for a living? What a successful one I’ve raised. She knows just how to make her mama proud. She slings drinks and opens her legs for the guys who play there. What mom wouldn't want that?” Her head swung toward Eddie, a sloppy smile that she thought was sexy appearing on her lips. “Oh, and here’s one right now. Well, aren’t you good looking? Do you like older ladies? You could trade up from this one over here if you wanted to, handsome. I promise I can show you a better time than anything you've gotten from her.”

The officer, his name was Henry, walked over to you and leaned in, “Honey, are you sure you don’t want to leave her here for the night to sober up?”

“It’s fine,” you said quietly, your face flushed from your mom’s words. You didn't even know why it embarrassed you anymore. You should be used to it by now. “I’ve got her.”

Eddie helped you get her in the back of the car and you directed Eddie how to get to your mom's house. Most of the way your mom was either making inappropriate comments to Eddie about what she could offer him or berating you for being the biggest disappointment of her life. You stared out the window, only glancing at him to tell him when to turn. 

You could only imagine what he was thinking right now. You bet he wouldn’t be so eager to go on that fourth date after witnessing this mess, after seeing what you came from, the baggage you dragged along with you. You and your alcoholic mother, the ongoing mother daughter saga of mental and emotional abuse that has been your entire life.

Eddie pulled in your mom’s driveway and immediately got out, coming around to help. You wanted to tell him to stay in the car, but your mom had now passed out and you wouldn’t be able to carry her on your own. There's been many a night you'd left her in the car to sleep it off while you slept on her couch. But you couldn't do that with him here. He had to be able to get back to his bike. He’d already seen your mom at her absolute worst so what was it hurting now for him to see her comatose? 

You were struggling, trying to get her upright, until Eddie just lifted her into his arms. You unlocked the door and Eddie carried her in, gently laying her on her couch. You tucked your mom in, setting a blanket around her and grabbed a glass of water and the ibuprofen from the cabinet, setting them on the coffee table next to her. You grabbed Eddie’s sleeve and gestured to the door.

You stepped out onto the porch, and you relished the night air as it filled your lungs, replacing the dank stale smell of your mom’s house. You spent as little time there as possible. Just coming to this place made your skin crawl. Her house was never clean, not even a little. She was either too hungover or too drunk to care about stupid things like dishes or dirty laundry.

“Thank you,” you managed to say. swallowing the emotion you didn't want to show. “You really didn’t have to do this, but thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” he assured you, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and offered you one, which you gladly accepted. Lighting it for you, he asked, “So, is this like a regular thing?”

You took a deep inhale of the cigarette, your eyes glued to the ground as you answered, “Yeah. Kind of. I don’t even know how many times I’ve had to bail her out anymore. It’s always either she was causing a scene somewhere or she was driving around drunk.”

“I’m sorry. That sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Has she always had a drinking problem?” he asked.

“No. It started after my dad left,” you explained and knowing the next question he was going to ask, you beat him to it. “He met some young blond secretary at work who is basically my age. They were having an affair and when my mom demanded that he leave her, he didn't. He left my mom instead and took off with the secretary. One day, we were a family, a dysfunctional one where the parents were always screaming, mind you, but a family. The next day, implosion. My mom couldn’t handle that she lost her husband to a younger girl so she started drinking. She's always been obsessed with her looks and it killed her that he left her for someone like that. It started off small, a couple glasses of wine each night. But then it became a whole bottle and then that became straight liquor and now here we are.”

“Damn,” he said simply. “I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you huffed. “How would you? We barely know each other. This wasn’t something I was going to share with you. What? Was I supposed to mention her over an elephant ear at the fair or french toast at the diner? I didn’t exactly plan on having you see the disaster that is my mother on our third date.”

“It’s okay…” he began.

“No, it’s really not. Look, just drive me back so you can get your bike and then you can go. This clearly is not the way you planned to end your night. This is about the worst ending ever and it’s fine. Most guys would run for the hills after seeing all of this.”

“I thought we already established that I’m not most guys,” Eddie said.

“It’s fine, really. I’m giving you an out,” you sighed. “You don’t have to act like the nice guy and fight your instincts to get as far away as possible. No one would blame you, least of all me.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” he argued. “I don’t want to run away from you. I feel like you keep finding a reason to run from me, to not see where this goes, and I can’t figure out why. I like you, you like me. We are having a lot of fun together so why would I run? Because your mom is a drunk? Okay, my mom is in prison because she’s a junkie. My dad took off and never looked back. Your family life doesn’t scare me. It’s actually not that far off from mine.”

“So, we both like Tolkien and our families are fucked up,” you laughed sarcastically, the sound hollow. “I guess that means we’re written in the stars. Two completely dysfunctional people coming together to form a dysfunctional relationship full of fantastical fucked up adventures.”

“Or we’re just two people who came from shitty circumstances who are doing our best to not repeat history. And maybe those two people have a shot at something really worthwhile here.”

You forgot to breathe as you felt like the floor had dropped out from under you. You were just having fun right? Something worthwhile? He was making it sound like he was considering more than a fun, casual thing. You really didn’t think she could handle that, especially after the shitstorm this night had become. You could feel your brain screaming at you to find the emergency exit.

“I thought we were just having fun together?” you asked tentatively. 

“We are,” he responded. “But, I don’t know, I mean I see the potential for something really amazing here. I mean, no pressure. I just don’t want to walk away from this. I want to see where it’s headed because I feel like it could be headed somewhere pretty great.”

“Okay,” you replied softly. No pressure sounded good. He agreed this was fun. “No pressure. I think I can handle that.”

“Sure you can,” he teased with a smile. “See, you can let just a little crack in that wall. You don’t have to smash it all down at once, but just a tiny little gap, that is you agreeing to go on a fourth date with me tomorrow.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him, fingers digging in. The feel of his body pressed into yours sent waves of overwhelming desire from your head to your toes. Everything around you faded into a soft blur as he leaned down, brushing his lips across yours. 

“Just a tiny gap,” you whispered, trying to assure yourself.

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[harus-simp]

Love is in the air

-Haruto x reader-

Warning: pure fluff

Word count: 780 approx.

You and Haruto have been friends for a while but there's something in his eyes that just brightens your face every time you see him.

Waking up in the comfort of your bed is the best feeling you could have in the morning,your alarm clock ringing in the distance as you start to fall again into a deep slumber. Wait...Alarm? Fuck. You were running late to classes again. Damn this is the third time this week y/n.

As fast as you can you get dressed, eat a single toast and head to your school as fast as your legs allow you. Bumping with everyone who crosses your way and apologising for it immediately you make your way into the entrance realising that you are actually on time. You slow down and breathe for a moment taking a little break. But you are startled since you feel yourself being hugged from behind by certain someone.

"Ahhhhh" you scream

"Woah woah easy there, it's just me"

"Oh it's just you..."

"Hey! What do you mean? It's THE Haruto" he says sassily.

Yep that's your best friend, Haruto Maeda, aka your crush for the last two years. He's one of the sweetest, funniest and kindest people you know. There's just this aura around him that you find mesmerising and his eyes seem to sparkle every time he's speaking.

"Hahahahaha don't be silly Haru!"you say

He smiles at you kinda mocking you as you make your way through the corridors to your class.

There you both part ways as you don't share any subjects that day.

"Well see you later boo" he says "Later" you respond

Hours went by veeeeeery slowly, prolonging your boredom for longer and longer. Until the bell ranged and you could finally be free.

You straightly went to the entrance where you always meet with Haruto, and as you approach you see him waiting kind of nervously? Your Haru getting nervous? Well that's new... You finally get to him and all his possible nerves were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey" "Hey, is all good?"

"Yeah...so are you free this evening?"

You almost choked yourself to his question. Is not that you guys don't hang out, it's just you where genuinely surprised by the spontaneity of it.

"I am actually, don't have any plans with the theatre class.

"How about movie night at mine's?"

"Sounds great! I'll be there by 5?"

"Yeah sure"

You both start chatting and you eventually separate ways as your houses are in opposite directions.

.

.

.

When the time arrives you found yourself at Haruto's house which now that you think of it, you've never been to. Your butterflies making their obvious presence in your stomach as you wish this was an official date.

You both start doing your own thing, fighting for choosing the movie, playing background music, dancing, ordering food as cooking would come with a really bad result,etc.

You both finally sit down to watch the movie, but just keep on making silly comments and making a fool of yourselves.

And then...silence...abrupt silence surrounds you both. You turn around to find him already looking at you,curious of his behaviour you start questioning him." What, is there something on my fa-"

You are suddenly blocked by a soft pair of lips kissing you tenderly and with such sweetness you might get diabetes from it. Too stunned to do anything you remain in the same position making him regret his actions and start to pull away.Until you finally react and pursue his lips in search of more. You kiss him back with the same care and passion he put into the other one making it such a romantic and pretty moment between you two. He sneaks his arms around your waist as you put your arms around his neck enjoying every moment of it.

You both pull away due to the lack of air and stare at each other completely fascinated until Haruto breaks the silence and your heavy breathing. "Sorry y/n, I couldn't help myself when you look like that"

"Don't be, I enjoyed it very much and I've actually been meaning to confess for a long time but I guess you got ahead haha".

He looked at you with those sweet and sparkling eyes you love so much and you get lost in so easily.

"I love you"

" あいしてる "

The way his smile got bigger gave you a tingling sensation that no one else could ever give you.

"Would you go out with me?"

"Gladly"

And you both spent the rest of the night cuddling and spending quality time as a new born couple.

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あいしてる (ai shiteru) = I love you

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[letulthi]

Pinned post time :)

First thing to get out of the way!

I don't tolerate hate speech, get that out of here fr. You lose speaking privileges (get blocked) if you say anything bigoted, racist, transphobic, etc. etc. Be nice or be gone, please and thank you

Now then, onto the good stuff - Asks and Etiquette!

- As per my ask box text, I accept requests for characters, OCs, and general silly ideas :)

- This is ALWAYS OPEN unless I have explicitly turned off asks! Feel free to send me your silly guys, goobers, and ideas, and I shall do my best to deliver!

- On a side note, please don't be rude to me. I am a human person and most people don't appreciate rudeness. Also I won't accept your request if you're mean to me, and repeat offenses will get you blocked

- If I don't respond right away, don't worry! Either I am working on it and it's taking me a while, or I haven't gotten around to answering yet. If it takes more than a week, feel free to send a follow up to make sure Tumblr didn't eat it

- That being said, I will always answer an ask if I can access it - even if that means saying I won't be doing it. I will give you an explanation, but please don't push if I have to deny it (this won't happen often from what I expect, and will mostly be due to rudeness or my own lack of skill to complete what you're requesting! I might come back to it later if it's the skill thing, or you can ask again in a few months to see where I'm at :))

- Your asks don't have to be fandoms I'm into! Or fandom-based at all! If you have a cool OC or a character you like and wanna see them in my art style, feel free to send them in and I will do my best :DD

- As a general rule, anything with hate speech or imagery/symbols will get you immediately blocked and I will not be drawing it. Seriously, don't be hateful or discriminatory (First rule of the blog, again, is no hate speech)

Next up! Facts about me that people might find interesting! (Put under a cut since it's not as important to the blog)

- I use ibisPaint for my art and am currently still learning some of the tools and stuff, so my art style might change or get silly sometimes :P

- I am 20 years old and have been doing art in some way or another since I was 4, so it's been a long road and it'll go longer still

- I like many many games and fandoms, and am always open to finding new things to enjoy. If you think I'll like something, let me know!

- If anyone wants to be friends I do have a Discord btw! You can request it in a message or ask but I don't wanna just post it willy-nilly since it's what I use for convos with irl friends and stuff

- My all time most liked fandoms are Hollow Knight, Rain World, Borderlands, Transformers, and Star Wars! I'll probably cycle through them all eventually but HK is overtaking my brain with silly bugs for now

- I also like general lil things like monsters, aliens, robots, cryptids, and eldritch horrors beyond our mortal comprehension <3 (That being said, I do better with non-human OCs and characters since I draw them more often lol)

- I have sudden spikes of motivation, so most of my art will come in batches or in very slow single works that take forever due to low base motivation levels. There is no in between. Yes it annoys me too and I'm sorry :(

- The emoticons are a very important part of the creative process, trust me >:P

#woe - information be upon ye #pinned post? more likely than youd think #:) yay

[ranubd]

I would like to know what your boundaries are when it comes to interacting with you.

are you ok with requests or questions that don’t have to do with your works

are you ok with receiving headcanons that are not relevant to or may contradict with what you already have 

how many asks are you comfortable with receiving at one time.

Are there other things that you want us to know about fan interaction that I didn’t think to ask about

OK I AM NOW RESPONDING TO THIS THE SECOND TIME BECAUSE TUMBLR DECIDED TO BE A BITCH AND GOD UGHHHHHHHHHH OMG >:((((((.... SIGH

Hi, thank you for asking about my boundaries, and to anyone reading this, I appreciate you taking the time out of your day to look at this! :)

I am super okay with any questions you have about anything. I might not come with the correct answer to these questions, BUT I'll try to answer them either way! However if some questions are uncomfortable for me to answer, I can't put my finger on what such questions would be expect for like, NSFW stuff, I'm really not comfortable with that on my blog so please keep NSFW material/questions/requests to yourself. :)

With requests, if we are now talking art requests etc, then I'll gladly draw most stuff!! I tend to only enjoy drawing stuff I'm fixated on, so if I'm going through a overwhelming time or something due to my undiagnosed and therefore unmedicated ADHD I will probably not be drawing your requests. :(( BUT I'LL GET BACK TO THEM AFTER THE OVERWHELMING PERIODS!! (At least I'll try to.)

I would like to add on this that when I'm in artblock, I sometimes will just draw anything... So I may make a post asking for people to send me their OCs and so on so that I can get the creative juices flowing!! :D

You are again free to send me any of your headcanons even if they contradict mine, because if anything, I can add on to my own HC by yours. 🤭🤭 However, if you do send me headcanons, try to mostly just keep yourself to Hermitcraft/Life Series headcanons or anything related to that because if it isn't about that I really won't have anything to respond to your headcanons. Hard to care if I don't know anything about the topic, yk?

I'm fine with any amount of asks. If you as a singular person have many questions that you feel won't all fit into one asks, then send them as individual asks, I don't mind!! :D

I try to answer asks as fast as I can, but sometimes it may take some time as I do go to school. And sometimes, LIKE YESTERDAY, I may have burnout or I may be over stimulated. If that is the case, I will not be active at all on social media, so don't take it personal if it takes a while for your ask(s) to be answered.

I would like people who view this blog to know that I most likely have ADHD, I'm mentioning this because it's something so recent and it is affecting me quite a lot.

I draw stuff when I feel like it, I genuinely cannot draw unless I get that certain flow going, it's a little hard to explain... But I haven't been working on the comic because I know it's better for me not to force myself to work on it because if I did that, I would risk losing interest in it completely, and that's something no one here wants. :(( So please do try to be patient with me, I may be academically smart, but I'm still a little slow. <33

I HOPE THIS ANSWERS ALL YOUR QUESTIONS!! If there is still something for you, the person reading this, that was left unclear or you didn't get a good or direct answer to, then send an ask to me or send me a message and I'll try to clarify myself. :)))

Also with ibispaints new animating tool... i might be going a little... Nuts... Hehe. AAAAAA 😝😝😝 Not saying anything but, like, well I'll just leave a few very very very fast doodles here.

Steady steady... Pum pum pudum dum dum..

#grian #gtws #desert duo #hermitcraft #ranubd #boundaries #coughs #HI :) #i really like talking in the tags #and YOU seem to enjoy to read the tags #so how is your day #good? #splendid!! #mine was so fun too #i had sm energy today cant wait to work on this ibispaintx thjngy #also its exam week... #heha #aaaaa #YUM.

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⸺ ✧˖° Introducing AKANE REINA, an alluring HUMAN with a fondness for music and collecting old tomes. Their admirers endlessly praise them for their skills as an enigmatic BARD & their work as a COURT ENTERTAINER. On the contrary; their rivals will warn you of their tendency to be reticent and shrewd.

                                             -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[ Hi everyone, Reina-mun here, also known as Keeley! I'm so excited to get writing with you all and to fall in love with all of your muses! A tiny warning before we begin - due to where I live, I'm likely to be asleep when you're awake, and vice versa. But please don't ever let that stop you from coming to plot with me ^^ There are still a few areas of my blog that need finishing up, so please bear with me until those are complete. Also, I have to admit that it has been a while since I've roleplayed regularly. Because of this, I apologise if my skills are rather rusty, or if I make any mistakes and show my age. I'm certainly not up to date with all the latest rp styles and gorgeous edits, but I'll try to keep up with you all.

Reina is my first muse in many years. She wandered into my head confident, somewhat flirtatious, and wholly determined to rise in renown through the courts of Jeosung. Although something tells me she is less confident than she tries to appear... I will update her history in the days to come to offer you all more insight into where her path has taken her so far, and where it might lead her from here on.

Please feel free to hop into my messages at any time! I will be sure to respond to them, and any replies, as quickly as my real life allows. Which might be incredibly slowly from time to time, but I swear I'll try my best! I have both discord and kkt to mitigate some of that slowness in messages. Don't hesitate to ask me for the details if you'd like to talk more on either~

I suppose the last thing I need to say is that I'm only loosely familiar with the world of dnd (and if I'm perfectly honest, most of what I do know is from Baldur's Gate 3 xD). So if you ever have any notes for me and tips on how to make Reina more accurate as a bard, or if there are any cool spells I should know, please tell me! I want to dive into this character as deeply as I can and you're all a part of her story now too.

So, without further ado... let the tales be told~ ]

#a’ intro

[skvaderarts]

AN IMPORTANT UPDATE ABOUT MY WRITING SCHEDULE.

I went in on Monday to have an intravenous medication administered and I had a severe allergic reaction to it. I crashed and I went into anaphylaxis (amongst more symptoms that I don't even want to think about. It was terrifying) at the clinic and it took an hour to stabilize me. After that I was rushed to the hospital where I spent the next rest of the day. Then the next day the plumbing in my apartment building backed up and our ground floor apartment flooded from an upstairs piping issue. Not the whole thing, but my bedroom and the bathroom on the other side of the wall. I had to pull most of the stuff out of my closet and my bedroom as well as the bathroom and I'm trying to figure out what is salvageable. So for the rest of the week they're ripping up the carpet in my room and I'm supposed to be on bed rest due to having almost died. I would have been on bed rest yesterday if the leak hadn't happened.

The repairs are going to extend into next week, and I'm not sure how far into it, so I'm going to have to push the schedule back for the next few chapters. It just took me this long to muster the strength to actually get anything typed out to explain. I guess I'll have to revisit my goal of not having to cancel any chapters for the foreseeable future at a later date, but for the moment, I can't write.

I'm aiming for February 9th at the moment, but I will keep you updated.

Hopefully by then I won't feel so weak and unwell and my apartment will be repaired so that I can at least attempt to get back in the correct headspace to try and write. But for the moment I'm going to have to move everything back. I just wanted to let everyone know. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. My autocorrect is aggressive and borderline useless most of the time, and my head isn't really clear at the moment. Thanks everyone.

I'll still be checking my phone from time to time for other things, though. So feel free to message me if you need anything. I might just be slow to respond since I'll probably be sleeping. Take care, everyone. See you soon.

#SkvaderArts #Personal #My health #Update #My Au #Update on me #Life Update! #DMC Writing

[darkdoverpseeker]

Hello! I'm 21+, looking for some 🕊️ roleplays with some smut/nsfw sprinkled in! I'm Discord based and I'll list my muses below. I'm looking for darker, grittier themes - AU and Canon both welcome! Will also consider some crossovers. I won't shy away from gore, grit, violence, noncon, kidnap etc - craving something dark and twisted. I would prefer CC X CC just from personal experience. I have over 10 years writing background and been in several fandom in my time!

Nothing is too dark, so please - if you have ideas, I'm all ears! I have a few plot ideas but absolutely happy to talk through all suggestions until we find something exciting for us both.

I'm high activity and online most of the day (GMT) and evenings - just due to my job, though I understand life gets busy and things happen that might slow down replies - there won't ever be any pressure to respond.

I tend to write 1500-2000 word replies but happy to tailor that in depending on preference. I won't do shorts (3 sentences for example) but love some 'text message' type interactions to keep it moving too.

My character repertoire: Yelena Belova from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Rey from Star Wars, Wanda Maximoff from the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Alice Chambers from Don't Worry Darling. I also have a long neglected Nyota Uhura from the reboot Star Trek.

Feel free to interact with this or add me on Discord: skeptical sighing#3349

Thank you for your time! ☺️

skeptical sighing#3349

#cc x cc #1x1 rp #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #star wars rp #star wars roleplay #don't worry darling rp #don't worry darling roleplay #fandom rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #noncon tw #kidnapping tw #spicy #discord rp #rp #roleplay

[nethercomfies]

A personal note

This is mostly a bit about why I've been gone so long and sort of "future plans" I have for this blog, so... If that doesn't interest you, feel free to skip this post.

On where I've been:

Initially, I took a break from Tumblr due to some larger drama going on behind the scenes that I inevitably got tangled up in... I don't really want to go in too much detail as it's all in the past now and I generally don't want to bring up any drama on this blog, just as a small explanation I guess?

Anyway, then life just happened... Went on a vacation, moved to a different town, college starting back up again, and a bunch of other stressful things, along with a loss of someone incredibly important to me... Overall, I didn't really have the time or energy to write, or deal with running a blog for that matter, so Tumblr had to be put aside for a while as I tried to sort my life again.

Honestly, I don't even know if half the people I used to interact with on here are still around (Except for Lost... Hi, Lost! :) 💛... Also Hori and Addy who've already popped up in my notifications 👀), but it might be nice to interact with people again as well, as I haven't been able to talk to a whole lot of people lately either...

On future plans:

I'm in my final year of college, preparing for finals in July and some other exams spread out along the way, as well as having a lot of homework and stuff to study for. In short, I don't have a WHOLE lot of time for the forseeable.

But I'd still like to get back into writing, since it's been a nice escape amd some of you guys have always been so sweet and kind to me, so I hope that in my free time I'll manage to put something out every once in a while.

It might be mostly shorter scenarios, headcanons, etc., but I'll try my best.

I've actually been sort of working on something bigger in the background, which is still in the planning stages, but will probably take up a large part of my writing, but in the meantime I'll try to squeeze something smaller in every once in a while.

I've also been trying to create more art again, so if I get to the level where I'm comfortable enough to share that again, I might throw in a few drawings every once in a while too.

Aside from that, I don't know yet how active I'll be on here... I remember getting really overwhelmed at times, so it's fully possible that I'll just pop in here to post and then flee to my private blog again, but idk about that yet.

Just... If I'm slow to respond to asks, dms, etc., that's why. I'll try my best to keep up, but it'll depend on how much energy I have for all of that. I'm not trying to ignore anyone, just doing my best to not run out of energy :)

That's mostly all I've wanted to talk about, thanks for reading this. Have a good night, everyone!

#i feel like the memes of AO3 writers #like #'Hey guys my laptop got stolen and I almost got run over by a bus but here's the new chapter 💛' #life just happens sometimes and that's okay :')

[lastkisslover]

"That's the secret to performance  — conviction."

˖♪ও About ˖♪ও  Plots ˖♪ও  Navigation

⸺ ✧˖° Introducing AKANE REINA, an alluring HUMAN with a fondness for music and collecting old tomes. Their admirers endlessly praise them for their skills as an enigmatic BARD & their work as a COURT ENTERTAINER. On the contrary; their rivals will warn you of their tendency to be reticent and shrewd.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

[ Hi everyone, Reina-mun here, also known as Keeley! I'm so excited to get writing with you all and to fall in love with all of your muses! A tiny warning before we begin - due to where I live, I'm likely to be asleep when you're awake, and vice versa. But please don't ever let that stop you from coming to plot with me ^^ It has been a while since I've roleplayed on the regular. Because of this, I apologise if my skills are rather rusty, or if I make any mistakes and show my age. I'm certainly not up to date with all the latest rp styles and gorgeous edits, but I'll try to keep up with you all.

Reina is my first muse in many years. She wandered into my head confident, somewhat flirtatious, and wholly determined to rise in renown through the courts of Jeosung. Although something tells me she is less confident than she tries to appear... I will update her history in the days to come to offer you all more insight into where her path has taken her so far, and where it might lead her from here on.

Please feel free to hop into my messages at any time! I will be sure to respond them and, and any replies, as quickly as my real life allows. Which might be incredibly slowly from time to time, but I swear I'll try my best! I have both discord and kkt to mitigate some of that slowness in messages. Don't hesitate to ask me for the details if you'd like to talk more on either~

I suppose the last thing I need to say is that I'm only loosely familiar with the world of dnd (and if I'm perfectly honest, most of what I do know is from Baldur's Gate 3 xD). So if you ever have any notes for me and tips on how to make Reina more accurate as a bard, or if there are any cool spells I should know, please tell me! I want to dive into this character as deeply as I can and you're all a part of her story now too.

So, without further ado... let the tales be told~ ]

[inconcordia]

#INCONCORDIA. Private and selective SUNDAY of Hoyo's Honkai: Star Rail. High enthusiasm, slow writing speed. Established in April 2024 and written by Min (30+). Not spoiler free. Duplicate friendly. [This blog will contain analyses and creative writing involving religious imagery for entertainment/roleplaying purposes - if this offends you due to your own religion, please refrain from engaging with my content.]

Under the light of the Harmony, all Wickedness is revealed.

GALLERY | MEMES | HEADCANONS

BLOG ROLL: vidyadawn (Dan Heng) | dianoetikon (Dr. Ratio) | delusionaid (Genshin Impact multimuse)

Click below for your guide to the Dreamscape!

I. ABOUT ME. My name is Min, I'm over 30 years of age and I've been rping in various fandoms for over 15 years. I work during the week so replies are slow, but I'm online throughout the dayand available through DMs or discord (for mutuals only). I'm currently not caught up with the new update, but I don't mind spoilers.

II. REQUIREMENTS. If you are interested in roleplaying with me, you must be at least 18 years of age, ideally over 21, even more idealier over 25. I make no exceptions for minors, regardless of thread content. I will gravitate towards H:SR canon muses, but I am open to OCs if the character appeals to me and crossovers if I can see a way to merge our worlds together.

III. WRITING. I prefer plotted threads and longer replies (on average I'll write 3-6 paragraphs), but I don't expect you to match length. What matters to me is the content of our posts and our ability to progress in the story we want to tell. I don't really do short convos anymore (unless it's dash crack) and I don't write unplotted starters because they often lead nowhere. If you have ideas for our muses, just message me and if you don't have ideas yet but would like to write, let's plot together :)

IV. MEMES. Best way to get something started with me is through memes. Any memes in my meme tag are available without time limit for all mutuals, so no need to ask first, just send in whatever tickles your fancy! Heads up: it might take me forever and three days to respond, but I will get there eventually. Feel free to reblog any meme posts directly from my blog, I don't mind that at all. Bonus: there's a high chance you'll get a meme reply from me 84 years after sending it, when you no longer remember it.

V. SHIPPING.I am very selective with shipping on this muse because I have very specific ideas of how Sunday feels about relationships between people, romantic and platonic, sex/ual desires and all things related. It's not off the table but I need and want to discuss the intricacies of this with my ship partner and make it work for both of us. That said, I don't mind ships that fall a little on the darker side - but it's not a requirement either. I don't insta-ship, especially not with Sunday, and once I do have a ship (or maybe more than one) I'll probably cap. If I write multiple ships, they are automatically in separate verses unless discussed otherwise. Don't be afraid to ask if you're interested in shipping, the worst case scenario could be that it doesn't work out.

VI. SOCIAL POLITICS.I am against callout and cancel culture and do not engage in it. Callouts will not be reblogged - I curate my dashboard my own way and I have no interest in being dragged into other people's fights. I don't respect publicly hating on fictional ships, characters or portrayals. I will never harass anyone or shame them for the fictional things they choose to write, I simply avoid, blacklist or block what I don't want to see. I believe the RPC would be a better place if people tried to be more tolerant, respectful and kind to one another.

Rules are subject to change. Thank you for reading this far! :)

#( pinned. )

[dorkshadows]

Hello! I know you are off to bigger and better things than this hellsite, but I just wanted to thank you for always bringing a smile to my face whenever you commented on my silly jttw drawings & whenever you took the time to provide information on everyone's favorite journey, from questions of translation to delving into the most cursed retellings out there. I wish you the best on everything in your non-hellsite life!

Hi @sketching-shark! This is such a sweet message to receive :') And now I'm the one with a smile on my face! I'm so happy that I could make you smile too, and that the little jttw translations, info., etc. (and miscellaneous cursed trivia LOL) I made were able to spark some joy! If that's the case, then it was definitely worth the time it took.

Again, thank you so much for the kind wishes, and I wish you the best with everything too! Your message seriously means a lot to me, and I'm definitely taking it to heart! And I hope you'll continue making your jttw drawings and have fun while you're at it!

Farewell, and best of luck on your pilgrimage too ;)

#sketching-shark #ahhh this was so sweet #really thank you so much for stopping by! #I'm saying goodbye to active blogging #but if you ever have questions about info or translations and want to ask #feel free to! might be slow responding but I'll get to it in due time #and I also always loved seeing your tags on my jttw posts and your passion for the story! #so thanks again for the sweet wishes :'D

[cruella-de-liv]

Can I Be Close To You?

@atomicjuicer requests: “Marc Spector as ur boyfriend pls I need him” & “Can u do Marc Spector and y/n having a lazy day”

Summary: One of the rare occurrences when you wake up in the morning to your boyfriend actually asleep in bed.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader

Word Count: 752

Song: Bloom - The Paper Kites

The sun's gentle morning rays shine through the windows of your bedroom. The bed felt more comfortable now in the early hours of the day than it had last night, when you climbed under the cold sheets alone, as you did most nights. Though the bed was intended to be shared with your boyfriend, Marc Spector, his nights were typically spent elsewhere, donning a white suit and dealing out justice to those who deserve it. When he did get to sleep, it was usually during the day. Breathing a deep sigh, you roll over to find that the bed does not currently feel more comfortable simply due to it being morning. You come face to face with Marc, his eyes closed and slow, quiet breaths leaving his nose.

When he slept was the only time you ever saw Marc looking so at peace, his forehead free of the familiar lines that came with the constant furrowing of his brow. The sun was shining on his back that made him glow in a way that was almost god-like. You wished you could freeze time in this moment, not just so you could continue admiring him, but to let him stay this peaceful forever. You lightly place your hand on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Even in sleep, he sighs into your touch, and a small smile makes it's way onto your face. After a couple of minutes, Marc's eyes began to open. He immediately smiles at the sight of you laying only inches away from him.

"Mornin', baby," he mutters groggily, the huskiness of his voice sending a chill up your spine the same way it always did when you got to talk to him first thing in the morning.

"Good morning. I was so happy to see you here when I woke up. How was your night?" you ask, wondering what time he had returned home and actually got to sleep for a bit.

"Uneventful," he responds shortly, and you know that he would not indulge you with the details of what he does as Moon Knight even if it had been eventful. "I forgot how good it felt to lay in bed with you. I think I'll stay here all day!" He exclaims, wrapping his arms around your waist and rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You giggle, and revel in the feeling of his hands on your hips, your bare stomachs pressed together.

"Don't you think Steven might have something to say about that? Or Jake? What if one of them had plans today?" You muse. Marc is silent for a minute.

"Actually, it's quiet. Neither of them seem to be around at the moment. Which means..." He drags his fingertips lightly over your hips, down your thigh a bit, and back up your sides. "I get you all to myself."

You lean down and press your lips to his, before quickly pushing yourself up and off the bed.

"But first, breakfast!" You laugh, heading out the door and towards the kitchen. Marc sits up, disappointed that you got out of bed so quickly, but happy enough to watch your underwear-clad backside walking away. After relaxing for a while more in bed, he too throws the blankets to the side and lets his feet hit the cool floor. He sleepily shuffles his way to the kitchen. You had already prepared coffee and pastries, wanting something quick and easy. Marc then took your hand and gently led you back to the bedroom.

"I wasn't kidding about staying here all day," he said, climbing back into the bed and gesturing for you to follow. You had no complaints, crawling right back in besides him and letting him throw an arm around you from behind. You could feel his chest rise and fall against your back, inhaling your scent and relaxing once again into the pillows. You knew that he could use the rest any chance he gets, and you certainly didn't mind spending the day in bed with him. You trace light circles on his arms and hear his breathing slow as he slips back into slumber, but not before tugging you a little bit closer.

When the evening pulls the sun down, while the rest of the world is sleeping, your world will risk his life to protect them. And while it could be hard, these rare, lazy mornings with Marc were more than enough to make up for every lonely night.

#marc spector imagine #marc spector #moon knight imagine #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant imagine #mr knight #Spotify #marc spector x reader

[trulyaiko]

aa smut prompt 34 for kaeya? take ur time! :)

- `, ꒱ ↷🖇 smut event!

₊❏❜ 🧁⋮ with ┈➤ dom!kaeya and sub!gn!reader⌒⌒

“=⌕ warnings 🎀 sex, moans, thigh humping, swearing, squirming/cumming, kaeya calling you "doll" once //﹫

- ,, ⌇·˚🌷 prompt:  “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” ༘

. ⇢ 🌸event link ˎˊ˗ ꒰: smut event : ꒱

🖇·˚ ༘🍡 [ scenario chosen ] ! ˊ ˎ 

｡˚ᘏ 💗 { word count: 0.6k }

₍ ⌨🌺 ᶻᶻᶻ extra; modern au  )

🩰❍ [a/n: just for you guys,, i'll be making a scaramouche x reader but with a smol twist ;) might do this in a few days! || i have a taglist form you know? ] ¡! ❞

"k-kaeya.. please.. insert your dick inside me." you moaned as you pleaded for his dick.

you were currently thigh humping on him, the worst part was both of you weren't even naked! kaeya didn't allow it since you've been talking and hanging out with his brother so often >:)

"pftt, you don't deserve that, doll." he spoke with no emotion, still focusing on his phone which viewed lingeries.

you groaned in response as you looked down at yourself thigh humping on him

you didn't feel much pleasure just humping on his thigh, it didn't feel right.. you really really wanted his dick inside you right now.

those lewd thoughts made your face show all shades of red.

who could blame you? imagine, kaeya fucking you endlessly in the night. you moaning his name - reaching your climax. him thrusting at a fast pace while grunting and groaning due to the pleasure you're giving him.

the thoughts and scenarios came into your head as "unwelcomed guests", making you hump on his thigh faster - trying to at least get the same pleasure you would receive if you were a "good girl".

kaeya noticed the sudden shift of the pace. one second you were slow - still pleading for his cock. next second, your pace became fast and he could see hearts in your eyes.. were you really enjoying this.?

you could feel the pleasure enter you once again - the pleasure kaeya would give you. you never knew that humping on kaeya's thighs were actually great!

you felt a hand stop you from humping kaeya's thighs, looking towards your husband - he was staring at you with a weird expression. as if he couldn't believe what he just witnessed and a "what the fuck.?" look.

"did you just enjoy humping on my thigh?" he asked, eyes glaring deep into your body.

you nodded quickly to his question.

"i thought you fucking hated thigh humping? i thought you liked me fucking you instead!?" he angrily shouted at you. his grip on your hair became tighter and more painful.

you winced a bit at the act but you responded: "i actually thought i hated it but it's actually great!"

kaeya looked at you with disbelief. you said it was.. great? no! you were supposed to plead for his dick. plead as if you were going to be murdered.

he was out of words to say. instead, he released his hand from your hair and signaled you to keep going.

you humped on the same pace, moaning and drooling at the pleasure given.

you liked- no, loved this so much! now you have a way to pleasure yourself even if you were being a "bad doll"!

a few minutes had passed and you felt your cum release onto kaeya's thighs. slowly going their own ways.

"can i get off now, kaeya?" you asked him, waiting for his answer patiently.

“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” he spoke, you looked at him in disbelief, did he want more of your pleasure?

well.. he did ask nicely - so might as well give it to him.

© all content belongs to 0fficialaiko, do not repost on any other platform except for tumblr <3. feel free to reblog :)

#🍡 ━ aiko writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader smut #kaeya smut

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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[that-one-gay-girl]

Gone - Ch.1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2348

Summary: When the group thinks they have a simple salt and burn the case takes a turn for the worse and changes the lives of everyone forever.

Warning: possible character death, angst, sad dean (yes that's a warning), violence

A/N: This story is inspired by Ed Sheeran’s All of the Stars. The words in bold is the section that inspired this story, also with my job being very slow until kids come back to in person learning I'll probably continue to post more often. Once kids come back to school I won’t have as much free time to write sadly. 

“It’s just another night, and I’m staring at the moon. I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.” Dean looked across the empty passenger seat where you used to sit. Another tear slips down Dean's face as he wipes it away harshly, “How did this happen?” he cries out in the front seat of the impala.

-three months ago-

The hunt was going great,it was a simple salt and burn, an in and out job. When the case was finished the three of you went back to the motel. You went to pick up food for everyone and saw a group of witches kill a man in the alleyway. You knew there was no way you’d be able to take them down yourself so you sped back to the motel to tell the boys what you saw. From that night it took another two weeks before the three of you pinned the witches down to one location. The three of you had managed to kill all the witches except the leader. Dean and Sam were pinned against the wall while the witch threw you across the dirty floor, the sickening sound of your bones cracking  echoed through the room as you hit the ground. You were on the floor trying to break free from whatever kept you from moving when multiple knives cut through your body.

Another knife was plunged through your body all the while, the witch laughed maniacally. Screams tore your throat apart as the witch continued her assault. Dean and Sam's shouts were barely heard over your screaming. Before anyone else could move Cas appeared behind the witch driving a blade through her heart, killing her instantly. Sam and Dean drop to the ground as the magic force breaks. Dean runs to your side instantly trying to stop the bleeding but your body is covered in deep gashes everywhere. “You’re going to be ok Y/n, Cas! You have to heal her!” He screams at the angel. Cas presses two fingers to your head a few cuts healing slightly, but nothing more. “I’m sorry Dean, I’m too weak to heal her.” Dean's hands press harder against your abdomen trying to stop the bleeding from the biggest wound. “You are not dying! You h-hear me? Keep those beautiful eyes open for me baby.” Dean picks you up as you groan in pain, you cough harshly as blood spills from your mouth. Sam and Cas run ahead of Dean getting into the impala. Dean gets into the back carefully with you as Sam slams on the Gas speeding to the hospital. “D-Dean, I love you” Your voice cracks weakly as your eyes grow heavy. “Y/n open your eyes! Y/n!” Dean panics as your eyes close,your body going limp. “No! Sam drives faster!” He screams, tears streaming down his face.

Swinging into the parking lot Sam slams on the break, the sound of screeching asphalt heard through the silent night. Dean runs into the emergency room with you in his arms. “Help! She's hurt and she just stopped breathing! Help her dammit!” He screams at the medical staff as they place your body on a stretcher moving you into a trauma room. A nurse holds Dean back as he tries to enter the room. “Sir, they need to help her and they can’t do that with you in the room.” Dean tries to fit his way into the room again when he hears a doctor shout, “I’ve got a pulse!” Dean stops fighting then, the news that you are indeed alive helps him just enough to move and sit in the waiting room. Sam and Cas join Dean shortly after, for hours the three of them sit in uncomfortable hospital chairs, waiting, hoping, and praying that you will pull through this and be ok. When a nurse comes out she informs the group of men that you are alive but still unstable and will be in surgery for the next several hours.

5 hours later a Doctor comes out looking exhausted. “Is there any family for Elise Maine?” Dean recognizes the fake name he gave the hospital immediately. He quickly punches Sam's shoulder to wake him before walking to the doctor. “Is she ok?” Dean asks worriedly. The only news he’d gotten in the past 10 hours was that you were alive but in bad condition. Sam walks up next to Dean as the Doctor begins to share your condition. “It was a long surgery, but she pulled through” the doctor smiles weakly “Unfortunately, the damage done to her body was extensive. She came in with multiple stab wounds, a skull fracture, a damaged leg, and major blood loss. The stab wounds we were able to repair and we are giving her blood transfusions to replace the lost blood.  Our neurosurgeon fixed the skull fracture but she will have to be monitored closely. The one thing we were unable to repair was the leg, the leg was badly broken and had a major infection. We had no choice but to amputate.” Dean keeps his eyes trained on the ground as he listens to the doctor share the news. “I-is there anything else? Can I see her?” He asks, his voice cracking. “Due to the blood loss her body has gone into a coma, we don’t know when or if she will wake up. I can show you to her room but I have to prepare you. There's lots of wires, machines and she has a tube in her throat to help her breathe.” Dean nods his head as he follows the doctor. Sam sits back in his chair to give Dean some time alone to process everything.

Dean spent another three hours in your room before his tears stopped. He would do everything in his power to protect you and help you. He knew with the loss of your leg hunting might be out of the cards for a while...or forever, he thought to himself. So that is what Dean did, everyday for three months he sat beside you holding your hand talking to you, keeping you company, and promising to protect you no matter what.Throughout the months Dean and Sam would take shifts with you, never leaving you alone for long. One evening Sam came up to the hospital that day to switch out with Dean so he could go home to shower and eat. “I’ll be back in two hours, call me if anything changes” He says to Sam, leaning down and kissing your forehead, “I’ll be quick sweetie.”

As Dean drives back to the bunker, he passes a field and pulls off parking baby, He turns off the engine staring at the stars for a few minutes before breaking down. “It’s just another night, and I’m staring at the moon. I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

Dean looked across the empty passenger seat where you used to sit. Another tear slips down Dean's face as he wipes it away harshly, “How did this happen?” he cries out, eyes drifting shut slowly, exhaustion pulling him down.

Dean is startled awake by the ringing of his phone and sits up groggily rubbing his sore neck. Looking at the clock he notices he’s been asleep for three hours. Quickly grabbing the phone he picks up the phone. “Sam? Is Y/n ok!?” he questions “Dean you need to get back here. Now.” Sam hangs up the phone before Dean can speak again. Tossing the phone in the seat beside him Dean speeds off towards the hospital different scenarios playing through his head. Were you dead? Another complication? As Dean pulls into a parking spot,  he runs into the hospital taking the elevator to your room. The moment the doors opened Dean was out and turning the corner to get to your room. The blinds were still closed, but Dean could hear laughter coming from the room. Without wasting another second Dean throws open the door, his eyes landing on your body sitting up in the bed laughing. “Oh my God.” the words spill from his mouth.

-2 hours earlier-

Sam was sitting in the chair next to your bed reading aloud Harry Potter, one of your favorite books. Sam knew it was silly but he thought if he did things you liked it would help you wake up. So he would read you Harry Potter, play your favorite music, and watch movies with you. All while you laid in a coma. The monitors started  beeping slightly before stopping. Sam looked up from the book looking you over and seeing no changes, so he pays no mind to it. he begins reading again when the monitors start beeping rapidly. “Nurse! I need help here!” Sam throws open the door shouting. Nurses and Doctors run in pushing Sam out of the room and closing the door. 20 minutes later the door opens again as the nurses and doctors exit. The doctor walks over to Sam a small smile on his face, “She’s awake. We are going to need to take her for some testing shortly but I would go ahead and call her husband.” The doctor pats Sam on the shoulder before leaving.

The nurse in your room adjusts the bed so you are sitting up. She helps you drink some water to ease the pain in your throat. “Where am I?” you question her in a scratchy voice. “You’re at Northwest Regional” she responds as she gives you medicine before leaving. You look around trying to remember everything that happens. The last thing you remember was being thrown like a ragdoll and stabbed by the witch but then it’s blank. The doctor told you they amputated your leg, but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to look yet. Taking a deep breath you throw the covers off you, staring down at the space where your leg used to be. You quickly cover your lower half of your body as the door opens. Looking up you see the tall figure of Sam Winchester. “Sam!” you say relieved. “Where's Dean?” you ask him curiously. “I just called him, he’ll be here soon. How are you feeling?” you shrug in response “I guess I’m a little sore but that's probably expected when you're in a coma for months.” you joke. “Cracking jokes already? It’s like nothing ever happened.” He responds with a bright smile. “I'll never hunt again will I?” you ask him quietly. “Let’s just worry about getting you all healed up. They had to take you to surgery about two weeks ago for a complication so you’ve got some fresh wounds.” he tells you solemnly. “Alright, so catch me up on what I've missed” you say, pushing back your emotions.

As Sam tells you everything that's happened in 3 months you can’t help but laugh, “Jody got on dating apps?” you laugh as the door to your room opens and Dean walks in, “Oh my God”. You look up at the new voice in the room recognizing Dean immediately. He had a beard now and you would be lying if you didn’t think he looked good. “Dean” you smile. He rushes over  to you pulling your body into his. “I never thought I would see those beautiful eyes again” He cries as he kisses you. “Hey, I’m right here besides if I die, who would keep you in check?” you joke as tears fall from your eyes. “I’ll give you guys some time alone,” Sam says as he steps out of the room. Taking Sam’s seat Dean asks you, “How are you feeling? Are you ok? Are you in pain? Have the doctors told you everything?” He shoots questions rapidly at you. “I'm fine, a little sore but they gave me pain meds, and yeah...they told me everything” you say glancing quickly at where your leg used to be. “When can I leave this place?” you ask holding Dean's hand, not wanting him to leave your side. “Well, we will have to talk to the doctors but let's not rush anything ok? You need time to heal and I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.” he tells you sincerely. Only nodding in response laying back down you close your eyes as you fall into a medicine induced sleep.

-one week later-

The nurse comes in with a wheelchair as you zip up your jacket, it was now snowing outside and you were finally being released from the hospital. “Ok, all your stuff is packed and in the car” Sam says as the nurse helps you into the wheelchair “I put all her discharge information in the clear bag, along with her medications and physical therapy information, if she experiences any unusual pain please come in right away.” she tells Dean and Sam. “Thank you for your help” Dean says as they help you into the impala, you can’t help the smile creeping on your face as you feel the leather seats of Baby against you.

The drive home is quiet, Dean and Sam help you into the wheelchair and guide you to your shared room with Dean. “How about a shower to wash all that hospital stuff off?” Dean asks you as they set your bags down. “Just run a bath please” you say looking down at the stump of your leg. Wiping away tears roughly. Sam leaves the room as Dean takes you to the bathroom running the bath. Once Dean lowers you into the bathtub, Dean sits on the toilet as he washes your hair. In the next moment the damn burst and all the emotions and pain you’d been pushing down breaks through. “I love you, and you are going to get through this Y/n.” He tells you stroking your hair holding you as you cry. “Dean, I'm useless, I’ll never hunt again, I can’t even take a damn shower!” you cry out. Dean holds back tears of his own as he responds. I’ve got you, shh…I’ve got you baby”

Chapter 2

Dean/Jensen Taglist:

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[boyfriend-vernon]

j e a l o u s y

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - s e m i - c h e a t i n g,  u n p r o t e c t e d    s e x, 

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l  i d o l - k i m  t a e h y u n g 

a u t h o r  n o t e -   don’t be a fucking cheater. ever. under any conditions. no matter what. it makes you a shitty human. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection! lastly, never ever ever make yourself feel like you aren’t good enough to get any man (human) that you want. you deserve the best and you are perfect enough for any human you want to get with. 

Vernon was great a reminding you that just because you came to the club with someone it didn't mean you would stay together at the club. Drink after drink and girl after girl, that might as well have been his motto. After you watched him grind with the 4th girl of the night you had had enough.

You made your way to the bar, pulling your short dress up a little more and adding an enticing swing into your hips. You eyed the men at the bar until you found one who seemed to be alone and wasn't all that bad looking. As you ran your fingers through your hair you leaned on the bar beside him.

"Can I get what he's having?" you ask the bartender as you made a gesture towards the man you made your target.

The man beside you looked up at you and you smiled sweetly at him. He couldn't help but smile back. As your drink was placed in front of you, you thanked the bartender; who assured you it was his pleasure and turned to your prey.

"Are you here alone?" You question loudly over the booming bass of the club music.

The man shot back the rest of his drink and then nodded, "Yea, I was supposed to meet a date here an hour ago."

"Well shit, I'm Y/N. Consider me your new date!" You exclaim feeling a sense of pre-victory wash over you.

"I'm Choi Seungcheol, but everyone important calls me Coups and since you have declared yourself my new date; please call me that," he replied with a smirk.

You had decided he was even more attractive up close. If you talking to him didn't get Vernon's attention then maybe it was for the best.

"Well Coups," you said smiling sexily, "could I talk you into dancing with me?"

He waved at the bartender for another drink and you grabbed yours taking a decent swig.

"Well, it isn't like me to turn down a beautiful woman, so I guess I will have to oblige," Coups responded with a smile. The bartender set the drink down and Coups shot it back before rising from his seat.

"C' mon Y/N, lets dance." He grabbed your hand and lead you to the floor. As you walked with him you looked around for Vernon in the most inconspicuous way possible. You finally saw him. He was still dancing with the same girl from before. The rage within you lit a new spark and you were determined to either give this Seungcheol guy the best night of his life or make Vernon regret dancing with anyone besides you. Of course, your hope was for the ladder.

As you finally reached a generally clear part of the dance floor the opening notes for your favourite song began to play. You almost cackled out loud when you heard them. Tonight, you were going to be the winner of this game. With your dress already hiked up leaving very little to the imagination, you almost felt bad for Coups.

Normally your confidence in yourself wasn't this high, but tonight you knew you looked good and the confidence was the best accessory to pair with your stunning looks. You wrapped your arms loosely around Seungcheol’s neck and began to roll your body. You were just close enough to him to touch him when your hips rolled, but far enough that he would have to pull you in if he wanted more.

His hands slid down to your lower hips as you turned around, bent over and rubbed your ass against him. You stood back up just in time to see Vernon walking your way. You smirked lightly and ignored him storming closer as you let Seungcheol guide your hips in a grinding motion to the beat of the song.

Vernon was less than 5 feet away when the song ended and you turned to Seungcheol. He smiled down at you, "Damn, Y/N. I have to say this has been a good date, but I see you have accomplished what you needed to."

You looked up at him in shock as he winked at you, before kissing your cheek and walking away. He knew. He. Fucking. KNEW! You didn't have much time to be astonished, shocked, thankful, or intrigued before Vernon’s large hand was grasped tightly around your wrist. He drug you towards the front of the club quickly and full of rage.

His grip didn't loosen at all. He drug you all the way to the taxi line outside of the club. He opened the door to a taxi and waited impatiently for you to get inside before he walked around and climbed in himself. He sat next to you in complete silence except for his instructions to the driver on where to go.

You were kinda scared so you tried to focus all of your anxieties into a cosmic thank you to the all-knowing Coups within the club.

When you finally reached your home Vernon was out of the taxi and had your door open before you could even remove your seat-belt. He paid the driver and thanked him coldly before grabbing your wrist harshly once more. As soon as you both stepped foot inside he had the front door locked and you pinned up against it. You struggled against the tight grip he had on you.

One hand had your hands pinned above you, the other was wrapped around your throat just tight enough for you to need a little extra energy to breathe.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing in that club Y/N?" he demanded.

Without a response, you rolled your eyes.

"Y/N if you roll your eyes at me again I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow understand?" His eyes darkened and his hold on your throat tightened.

"Yes." you strained.

"Yes what, Y/N? Now is the time for manners."

"Yes sir." you choked out. He removed his hand from your throat and your lungs burned as they soaked in the needed oxygen. Your hands were still pinned above your head and the look on his face made you instinctively press your legs together for friction.

He noticed and without missing beat his free hand was in between your legs keeping you from the much-needed friction.

"So, would you like to tell me now what the fuck you were doing with that guy in the club?" he questioned again.

"I was just doing what you were doing with all those other girls," you reply looking anywhere but his eyes. Your sense of victory now gone and replaced with nervousness and slight disgust in yourself.

He dropped your arm and moved his hand to your chin, lifting it so that you had no choice but to look him in his dark brown eyes.

"Princess, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just dancing," he replied, "I didn't mean anything by it. None of those girls were you."

"Yea, well, they might as well have been replacements for me because you basically forgot my existence! That is the only reason I even danced with that guy! I just wanted your attention." you exclaimed, finally showing how pissed you really were.

"Baby I-", he began, but you cut him off.

"No Hansol! It happens every time and so I finally decided to do something about it. Now you're all mad at me like I was in the wrong, but really it was all yo-."

Now it is his turn to cut you off, but with his own lips instead. He kisses you hard, asserting complete dominance within seconds. His tongue explores your mouth. As he pulls away he bites your bottom lip lightly.

"Baby girl, let me make it up to you," he smirks lightly, "if you doubt my love, let me fuck it into you."

He removes the hand from between your legs and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you down the hall and into your bedroom. He places your feet back on the floor and turns you around so that you are no longer facing him, but the headboard instead. He moves your hair to the side and slowly unzips your dress letting it fall to the floor.

He brings his mouth to your ear and licks the shell of it before whispering to you, "Once I remove this lovely bra and these beautiful panties I want you to crawl on to the bed and stay on your hands and knees for me okay?"

"Y-yes sir." You reply shivering slightly.

He removes both your bra and underwear at an agonizingly slow pace. As soon as they are off you eagerly climb onto the bed, remaining there just how he told you to. You hear some shuffling and then the sound of his shirt and pants hitting the floor. You bite your lip with anticipation. You close your eyes as you feel the bed dip behind you, but they spring open when you feel his tongue pressed against your core.

He licks a thick strip from your entrance to your clit and groans at the taste of you. You gasp and let out a moan as he gently nibbles on your clit. Your arms and legs are quickly becoming weaker and weaker.

The only coherent word that can be heard exiting your mouth in the slur of moans is Vernon’s name. His tongue dips in and out of your entrance and he moans causing vibrations making you moan louder.

"V-Vern, I think I'm gon-," is all you manage to get out before you orgasm. He continues, as he laps up your juices. Your arms and legs shake as the powerful pleasure rolls through your body in waves. He hums in appreciation at the taste and pulls himself from out under you. He stands from the bed and removes his boxers. His member springs free and he smirks to himself, knowing how weak you'll be tomorrow. He watches as your body trembles while you try to hold yourself up. He returns to the bed and slowly turns your body over.

"Round two princess," he says, his deep voice dripping with want as thick as honey.

His dick grazes your slit and you shudder again due to the sensitivity.

"Already soaking again huh princess?" he questions cockily pushing just the tip inside of you.

You moan out loudly, "Vernon please! J-just fuck me!"

He chuckles lightly, "Your wish is my command." he replies before ramming into you roughly.

He grinds into you, moaning as you tighten around him. You are basically screaming by the time your next orgasm hits. He groans loudly as he reaches his climax.

"C' mon princess, cum with me." he pants out as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. You grip the bed sheets and scream out his name in pleasure as you both cum. He continues thrusting into you until you are seeing spots in your vision.

Out of breath, he collapses beside you. Your body trembles lightly and you are both panting heavily.

"So, do you see now how much I love you?" he questions presumptuously.

You roll your eyes.

"Hey, what did I say about that eye-rolling crap, huh? Just because I'm tired now doesn't mean I will be in 5 minutes understand?"

"Yes sir!" you reply with a light smile.

He laughs and pulls you close.

"I really do love you Y/N and I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"I forgive you Verns. I'm sorry I danced with that guy tonight."

"It's okay love. We all make mistakes right?"

You nod weakly and he kisses your temple. You both drift to sleep in each other's arms.

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