#STAR TONY IS BACK BITCHES

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter one: the bolter

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

warnings: language, self deprecation, mentions of school bullying(?)

word count: 1.6k

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! I used to write fan fiction a few years back as a weird, lonely teenager, and this is me making a comeback! I have a few original works I like to write, but that's about it. I know a lot of you guys have been waiting for a while, but I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please feel free to comment any plot theories or thoughts! :)

Pathetic fallacy is a fucking bitch. Steve’s been away for a day or two, off to Wakanda, and everyone’s here, faces sour over grey clouds and heavy downpour, busy making preparations for the big day. He says that his best friend is coming home, finally, where he belongs.

Everyone’s heard of this best friend in question — James Buchanan Barnes. Your friends are a bit skeptical, afraid he’ll come with his eyes painted as dark as the night sky and his hair long in some lab rat’s defiance. You can’t help but fear the same.

When you were hired to work as a nurse in the Tower’s infirmary, you’d kept to yourself. It’s a wonder anyone’s wanting to give you a job after the way you were fired from your last one, let alone Tony fucking Stark, taking pity and picking you off the streets of a foreign country. You’re currently perched on a wobbly stepladder, trying your best to not fall headfirst as you stand vulnerable, trying to push the damn pin into the sign that reads Welcome Home, Bucky! In sloppy, maroon handwriting made entirely by you, ever since you heard it was his favourite colour.

You wonder if it could’ve been a poor choice considering the striking resemblance to blood — the same colour as your shirt, white coat long forgotten over the back of the couch in the main communal living area. 

“Here, let me help you with that,” comes a gruff voice from beside you. 

“Oh no, I’m fine, honestly. Can you go check to see if the quinjet’s landed?” You glance down, and directly into deep blue, entranced by the hypnotic hue. No dark paint, hair cropped messy over the crown of his head. Dressed in a sweater the same colour as yours, and you could’ve sworn it’s like fate. 

“Bucky,” you breathed. Bucky? What is he already doing here? He’s not supposed to be for another hour or two? These are just some of your racing thoughts as you examine his face, looking as bright as fucking sunshine. And then you stumble, the ladder giving out from under you and you yelp, expecting to come plummeting to the cold, hard ground. And instead, warm arms envelop you instead, holding you firm to his chest as you struggle to find the words.

“Sorry! Sorry, I don’t usually fall like this I promise.” He looks directly at you, and you register he hasn’t set you down yet, still holding on tightly. He laughs, the vibrations igniting something inside your chest, the flame spreading itself all over your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it. What’s your name, beautiful?” He gently helps you place your feet on the floor, and you find yourself desperate to cling to his warmth once again but letting him go, blushing at his compliment. As if it couldn’t get any worse, he’s probably a smooth charmer, fuck. You stumble a little bit over your words as you give him your name and he runs it over his tongue.

Has your name always sounded this pretty? Especially spoken in that gruff, heavenly voice of his?

“I, I thought you weren’t supposed to be here for another hour, we’re still setting—.” You look around, only to find the room completely empty and every decoration in its perfect place, save the ladder now laying on its side in one corner.  When had everyone finished, and why have they all just left?

“They’re all talking to Steve.” He attaches your name at the end of it like a newly discovered drug he’s desperate for another hit of. You tilt your head, a million questions on the tip of your tongue.

“It was really loud in there. Steve takes all the attention anyway, so I used that moment to sneak out.” Your heart breaks for him. This was supposed to be his party, but you offer him some reassurance instead.

“Well, I know we just met but when they all come piling in here to give you a big hug and bring all the noise with them, you can come to me. I know what it’s like, but for now…welcome home!” You awkwardly gesture to the sign behind you, giving him jazz hands. He chuckles and nods his head in thanks, making you smile. 

“Now what’s your favourite baked treat? I heard you like just basic brownies?” His grin only widens. “Yeah, I do love basic brownies.” You gasp in joy, glad to get it right, practically skipping to wrap one and hand it to him. 

He tentatively takes it from your hands, ensuring they brush and one more spark flies into the raw distance between you and him, and you don’t miss the way his beautiful ocean eyes flutter at the contact. You clasp your suddenly sweaty palms around each other, patiently waiting for him to take a bite, and the second his pearly teeth dig into the sweet treat in a way that makes your heart run hot, the noise arrives. 

A cacophony of shouts and cheers make the both of you flinch as Steve walks up to his best friend, attacking him in a hug. “So happy you’re back Bucky!” And takes a bite out of the brownie in his hand as he turns to me, moaning.

“Did you make this? It tastes amazing, dear.” You beam at his praise, nodding along when your eyes fall back on the ladder, long forgotten in the now crowded room. You wouldn’t say you’re lonely, after all, Natasha and Wanda are some of your best friends in your current situation, but they’re almost always off on missions and all the nurses love to talk about is the Star Spangled Man they’d just die to get in their beds. When you first arrived, you were almost always found silently chuckling in the corner, always wanting what you can’t have. Now, your days are always busy, being jetted off on missions once Tony finished the extensive background check on you and letting you figure out who you work the best with. But still, all the days staying silent and to yourself have left you quite…left out. Even as the masses party around you, you feel oddly still. Stagnant, almost.

“Sorry guys, I’ll be right back, I need to go put the ladder away.” You point, and both super soldiers follow your finger, when Bucky interrupts.

“It looks really heavy, let me carry it for you,” he all but begs, a pleading look in his eyes to be taken away from all this din. You glance at Steve who doesn’t argue, letting his gorgeous friend do whatever the fuck he wants. The look on his face is smug and omniscient, as if privy to a secret you’re on the outside of when he glances between you and Bucky. 

You decide to take mercy on his poor soul. “That would be lovely thank you.” You smile politely, moving off in the direction of the bright yellow ladder, trying your best to not stare at Bucky’s bulging muscles rippling beneath his sweater with your mouth so wide open. And to ignore the heat in the pit of your belly at the ease with which he does so, as if the hunk of metal you struggled with for an hour is only a feather to him. 

You lead him to the storage room in silence, thinking it best to not overwhelm him with questions in a saccharine tone. “Thank you, I know it’s really heavy.” You stand in the doorway as he walks up to meet you, and you push yourself as hard as you can against the doorframe so he can pass, but he hovers. Inches away from you. You stare up into his beautiful eyes, taking a quiet moment to admire his pulchritude. Full lips more pink than a spring flower, stubble just enough to catch on your hand if you were to touch him. Cheekbones carved by the careful hands of the Gods themselves, so well-versed in human attraction. How is anyone not to fall in love with him when he can haunt you so stunningly? 

You’re so lost in him you don’t register the lean of his body closer to you, intent on studying your face right back, hellbent on memorising the constellations of your moles and spots. You swallow dryly, unsure of what to do. Is the tension so palpable that he feels it too? Surely not.

Being the way you are, you’re no stranger to rejection. Or to have nobody feel anything for you in the desolate wasteland of your youth, all the nights you’ve screamed at the sky to feel just one genuine connection and all the days you’ve tried to accept it and move on. It’s not the people around you, they are the understanding ones, and apart from one man, someone is yet to treat you like you fear they would.

But someone is yet to truly love you. To truly want you. 

And you highly doubt it’s going to be Bucky Barnes, man whose house can be found in the highest echelons of heaven. Stick to safer things, you try to remind yourself but when your eyes fall back into his, that flies straight out the window. You find yourself not caring, wanting to try anyway. You—

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” The words fly past his lips before he can stop them, and your cheeks turn crimson. Maybe he’s the cruel sort — trying to hook you onto him just so he can laugh when you beg for a fix. At your desperation, at the naive hope you’d hold onto with your dear life that he could feel the same high as you on even the tiniest morsel. 

The taunts of children on playgrounds still echo in your ears, all these eons later. 

So you do the only thing that feels familiar and right.

You run away, and in your haste miss the longing, confused stare he gives the path you take.

NEXT PART

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader #x plus size reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Pairing: ReaderXEddieMunson

Request: i don't remember reading something like this before and i thought it might be nice. a smut where they suddenly start kissing rough during a big fight like in films/series? they might be fighting because of jealousy or something else and the fight is going really hard, (they don't hit each other) but maybe eddie is throwing things against the wall and breaking them and the reader is pushing him by the shoulders etc., with the intensity of the fight, something can be ignited and I thought it could be a really tough smut

Word Count: 3.3K

18+ Only

Smut, Rough sex, there is verbal fighting, name calling, and throwing of things but never violence at each other

“Are you fucking serious right now Eddie!?” 

Your chest heaved, blood boiling in your veins, making you feel as if you were incinerating from the inside out. Was he really going to stand there and accuse you of this when he did it all the goddamn time, assuring you it meant nothing?

“I saw you, sweetheart! You were practically in his goddamn lap!”

“I was not! Jesus Christ! I was sitting on the stool next to him. We were just talking. I haven’t seen him since high school so he was asking what I’ve been up to.”

Eddie snorted, his eyes rolling up into his head. “Yeah. I’m so sure Billy Hargrove was real interested in a conversation and not your tits that were practically in his face, begging to be touched.”

The rage that was building within you had you trembling. It slithered like an ugly disease down your arm and into your hand. You grabbed the ashtray from the end table and chucked it at him. He ducked just in time as it smacked into the wall with force behind him. 

“What the fuck!?” he yelled, those brown doe eyes now dark with fury. “What is wrong with you?”

“You! You’re what’s wrong with me! I sit there every fucking time you have a show and watch while girls hang all over you! You smile and laugh and tease them! You make them think they have a shot with you! You pose for pictures and sign their fucking tits! You sit there like a king on your fucking throne, soaking it all up, loving being the rock star that all the groupies want a shot with! And you’re always telling me it means nothing! I have to just accept it if I’m with you! But I have one goddamn conversation with a guy…”

“He’s not just a guy! He’s your fucking ex!”

“Yeah! He is! Ex being the word that matters here! I’m not with him. I’m with you! I chose you and I keep choosing you but you never fucking choose me!”

His mouth dropped open, sounds of disbelief and disgust spluttering from him. He folded his arms across his lean chest, rising up to full height, towering over you. You didn’t flinch. You weren’t scared of him. Eddie could be a jerk but he would never lay a hand on you. 

“I choose you! I could have any of those fucking girls I want! They want to come home with me! They’ve heard I can show them one hell of a time and they practically beg me to show them! But I don’t because I have you!”

“Oh! Well so sorry you’re saddled with me! That can easily be fixed you know!”

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean, princess?”

“You can leave anytime you want if this isn’t making you happy anymore! Yeah! You know what? Maybe you should! Then you can actually live out your sad small town rock star fantasy! You can bring a different whore home every night and show her what a good time you are.” You paused, tilting your head, hands on your hips. “But what fucking home will you bring her back to when you don’t have me to foot the bills so you can run off pretending you’re Tony Lommi?”

“We’re really going to do this again?”

“Do what again?”

“Bitch about me not pitching in enough around here! You knew what I was when you decided to be with me. You told me you were good with me working part time so I could focus on my music.”

“That was three fucking years ago! How long are you going to keep it up!?”

“You used to support me! You used to believe in me!”

Tears welled up in your eyes, only fueling your anger more, because you didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to show any sign of weakness. You didn’t want him to see how much his words had hit their mark, like an arrow hitting the bullseye. 

You had supported Eddie. You had supported him. You’d encouraged him to go for his dream but his dream was now killing both of you. You couldn’t take it. Night after night watching women throw themselves at him, watching him encourage it, eat it up, relish the attention. Working twelve hour shifts, dead on your feet, just to cover rent because Eddie couldn’t possibly take on more hours if he was going to get that new song finished.

“Yeah, I did, and you used to act like I mattered!” you spat. 

“You matter!”

“Do I? It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! When’s the last time you spent any time with me that wasn’t in the fucking bed, Eddie? That’s all I’m good for anymore! You don’t want to watch a movie or go down to the lake like we used to! I’m nothing but a toy you bring out when you need to quench your urges and then you put me back on a fucking shelf!”

“Bullshit! I invited you to band practice last week and you said no!”

“Oh! Thanks so much for wanting me to be there! We both know you just want an audience! You want someone to worship you and tell you how amazing your music is. I’m your girlfriend Eddie! I’m not some fucking groupie who’s just there to fawn over you and spread my legs!”

“No? Well, you sure acted like one tonight with Hargrove!”

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out!”

“This is my apartment too!”

“The fuck it is! You don’t pay for shit and my name’s on the lease!”

“You seriously want me to leave?” he growled.

“Yes! I want you gone! I’m done! I’m not doing this shit anymore!”

“Oh! Oh! I see what this is. You gonna call your roid rage boy toy once I’m gone? What sweetheart? You saw that mullet again and just couldn’t help yourself? You going back to him?”

You should say it but you couldn’t help yourself. Not after week after week of questioning if Eddie wasn’t just giving all those girls attention. Not after nights staring at the clock, wondering if he was off with one of those groupies, temptation too much for him to handle. Not after the way he’d just assumed you’d be willing to do the same. Staring him down, you challenged, “And so what if I am?”

His arm shot out and you shrieked, flinching, your hands coming to either side of your head as a shield. The crash of broken glass shocked you to your core as he grabbed the nearest thing to him, the lamp, and threw it with all the force he had against the wall. 

You stared at him, silent, shocked as he glared down at you, chest heaving, each breath straining the fabric of the fitted shirt he’d started to wear ever since a groupie told him he should show off his body more. 

“You want to go to him! You’re gonna leave me for that piece of shit!” he raged, flinging magazines from the end table one by one, nowhere in your direction, just satisfying thunks against the wall that punctuated each word he spoke. “You think he’s gonna be better to you than me!” His hand snatched the little elephant that he’d bought you from the zoo, the tiny figure cracking as it made contact with the wall next. “You’re just gonna walk away!”

“You asshole!” you screamed, fists pummeling against his chest, shoving him backward. His hands wrapped around your wrists, holding you in place, keeping you from reaching him. 

“Stop it!” he yelled as you flailed like a feral animal to free yourself from his grip.

“I hate you!” you cried. “I fucking hate you!”

“Calm the fuck down!” he roared, pushing you back until he had you pinned against the wall, his weight pressing against you. “God, why do you have to be such a bitch!?”

“Probably because you’re such a dick!” you snap back, trying so hard to hold onto your anger but the awareness of his body, every inch of him now pressed against every inch of you, is making it harder to do. 

He rolls his hips, his erection pressing against your center, smirking when you gasp at the contact, “Yeah, but you like that dick, don’t you?”

“Go to hell,” you grind out through gritted teeth and when he drops his head to find your lips, you snap at him, going for the bite. He just chuckles, keeping hold of your wrists, bringing them to either side of your head against the wall. 

“You are such a pain in my ass.” He tries for the kiss and when you nip at him again, his lips latch onto your neck instead, sucking a bruise into your skin while he slots his thigh between yours. 

“You are…” 

But you never tell him what he is as he presses his thigh against your center, your traitorous hips rolling, seeking the friction he’s providing. His mouth moves over your neck, suckling the flesh in a semi-circular pattern until he reaches the other side. He’s marking you, a necklace for you to wear, to display that you’re taken, that you already belong to someone. Like a fucking dog in heat, he’s making sure that Billy Hargrove and any other unfortunate male who even glances your way knows you’re not available. 

You want to fight him. You want to be the badass bitch who pushes him off and walks away, stands your ground, but it just feels so goddamn good. His mouth on your skin, firm muscle grinding against you just where you need it, fingers pressing into your pulse points as he keeps you captive against the wall. 

“What was that, princess? I’m what?” he teases, fingers loosening their grip on your wrists, trailing over the sensitive flesh on the underside of your arms sending shivers racing up your spine. They brush over the outer curve of your breasts and your back arches, your body craving more, needing more but Eddie just steps back, holding his hands out in front of him. “There’s the door. If I’m such a dick, why don’t you head out right now and find your little boytoy?”

Your teeth grind together, that anger that you’d forgotten in the haze that was desire raging back, the two warring with each other, a battle that was about to lead to epic destruction. 

“You bastard…” you mutter, shoving him backward, his body moving barely an inch. “I despise every fucking thing about you.”

One eyebrow lifts, taunting, his tongue slipping out of the corner of his mouth, tracing over his bottom lip. Your eyes watch, a clenching between your thighs as that backstabbing bitch aches for what she knows that tongue can do. 

“I hate you…you’re…you’re…”

“Yes? I’m listening.” He cups his hand to his ear, egging you on, brown eyes dancing with amusement as how vexed he’s gotten you. 

A roar of frustration rips from your throat, your hands slamming into his chest, sending him almost toppling over the coffee table. His arms flail for a second before he drops to his ass, hard, just managing to keep himself sitting. He barely has time to look up at you before you’re climbing onto his lap, your fingers sliding roughly into his hair, grabbing a fistful, painfully pulling his head back, relishing the way he winces. 

“Fuck, princess. Careful with the hair.”

“Shut up,” you order, your tongue tracing down his neck, his wince quickly turning into a groan. You sink your teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder and he grunts, grabbing onto your hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. 

You rock against him, seeking the relief, the pressure building within you, winds of anger and lust meeting to create a tempest that was about to sweep you both away. Lips, teeth, and tongues clash in a war of biting, sucking, and scraping that has your thighs shaking, a coil tighter than you’ve ever felt before curling in your stomach, begging to spring free. 

Eddie’s hands grab onto your top, tearing it in half, the sound of the threads coming apart satisfying. He makes quick work of your bra and then his mouth descends, marking your flesh until you’re sure there won’t be an inch of you that isn’t bruised. Your hands find their way up his shirt, nails raking along his back when he clamps his teeth over your nipple, tugging at the tender peak, a pain that sends a rush of pleasure straight to where you keep rocking against him. 

“Fuck yes!” you cry, nails embedding into the skin of his shoulders, using him as leverage as you chase your own release against the bulge in his jeans. 

His hand clamps around your throat, pushing you back, away from what you want right at the moment you’re about to get it. The rage is back, awakened again by the audacity of this man to keep your orgasm from you. Your back drapes over his legs as he makes fresh marks over your stomach, his other hand slipping up your skirt. 

The soft Eddie, the one who glided calloused fingers over your trembling flesh, who teased you over top of your panties, who pressed tender kisses to your inner thighs, was nowhere to be found. Without warning, his thrust two of his thick fingers past the scrap of fabric and inside you, not giving one thought to if you were ready for him.

But you were. Holy shit, you were wetter than you’d ever been, inner thighs already sticky from the friction, the brutish way his mouth was marring your skin. You’d never been so turned on in your life and you didn’t know what that said about you and at this moment, with his fingers deep within your pussy, his heel grinding against your clit, his mouth suckling a fresh mark under your breast, you really didn’t care. 

“Not thinking about leaving now, are you, princess?” His hand came down, making contact with the side of your breast with a smack, your whole body jolting. 

You cried out, your hands dropping to the ground behind your head to keep you from spilling off his lap. Another finger pressed into you, stretching you, filling you and a sound you didn’t even recognize wrenched from your body as it clamped down around his fingers. His large palm grabbed your breast roughly, pulling at the overly sensitive skin, everything heightened in this moment, your entire body feeling like it flayed open, senses on max level. 

“Fuck!” you growled, your whole body quaking as it neared release and his palm lifted, fingers slipping out, leaving you feeling empty. 

“You don’t come until I tell you to.”

“What the fuck do you mean…”

But your words were cut off as he manhandled you, turning you over, your face pressed down into the carpet. Snatching off your underwear, he roughly palmed your thighs, spreading you wide until your entire front half was bent onto the floor. 

You heard the slide of his zipper. “You want this dick, don’t you?” he purred, leaning forward, his voice just over your shoulder. “Come on, princess. You want this dick, you gotta ask nicely. Say please.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg. 

“Hmm…okay then…”

“You think I want that after so many groupies have had a turn on it,” you challenged, daring him to say it. To tell you that yeah, he’d been cheating on you for months. Letting you believe it was all just about keeping the fans happy so they’d keep coming back. “You think it’s so special? You can fucking keep it. I can find just as good elsewhere.”

You moved to get up and his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pushing you back down to the floor. 

“Nobody’s had a fucking turn but you,” he growled. “I’m a lot of things, sweetheart but a liar ain’t one of them. You are so goddamn stubborn, you know that? Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you.”

“Then don’t!”

“Oh, I wish it were that simple. I’m fucking in love you, you idiot! You’re a pain in my ass and you drive me up the fucking wall but I love you and you love me and you fucking know it.” He slapped your ass, leaving a sting that had your pussy dripping all over again. “Now be a good girl and ask for my cock politely.”

Fuck. You hated how right he was. You hated how much you wanted him. You hated how hopelessly in love with him you were. You wished you had the strength to just get up and walk away but you didn’t. A throb between your thighs reminded you how much you needed this. Your body was going to make the decision for you. 

“Fuck me, Eddie,” you snarled.

“I’m sorry. What’s the magic word?”

“I hate you…I hate you so fucking much…”

“Nope. Sorry but that’s not it.”

“Please!” you screamed. “Please fuck me into this goddamn floor and let me come already!”

“That’s my good girl.”

His hips slammed forward, colliding against your own as he buried himself to the hilt within you. You groaned gutturally, your body a discrepancy of both relief and tension. He thrust into you at a brutal pace, your skin smacking together, loudly filling the small space. You had a fleeting thought about what the neighbors were hearing but it quickly dissipated as the only thing you could focus on was Eddie, stretching you, filling you, finally giving you what you needed. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you off the floor, pressing your back to his chest. Continuing to fill you, he gripped your neck, his other hand sliding over your stomach and in between your thighs. When he applied pressure to your clit, you keened, arching back against him. 

“This pussy is mine. You’re mine.” His teeth bit down into your shoulder. “You’re the only one that’s mine. You’re the only one I want. Do you understand that?”

You couldn’t answer. Your eyes rolled toward the heavens, muscles trembling violently. You had zero control. His grip around your throat tightened, a wheeze rising from your lungs as you attempted to suck in air that you couldn’t find. 

“I said, do you understand that?”

He slowly eased up pressure and you rasped out, “Yes. Yes. Yes…”

The word continued to fall from your lips, a mantra as the pressure that had been building within you finally reached its boiling point. You were standing at the precipice, looking at the drop…it was so damn close you could taste it. 

“Come for me now,” ordered Eddie. 

The band snapped, an explosion of sweltering heat racing along your skin, as your orgasm violently took over your body. Eddie kept his hand around your neck, not ceasing his unmerciful pounding, his flesh meeting yours with a ferocious collision every single time. His grip tightened as an animalistic roar assaulted your ears. 

Sweat slicked flesh slid against each other as the two of you collapsed into a heap on the floor. You lay next to him, panting, struggling to understand what the hell had just happened. How had you gone from being ready to kick him out to having the hottest sex of your life?

“I mean it. You’re the only one. I’ve never kissed or touched any of those girls. I’ve never even considered it,” he gasped. “Have you? Were you…considering Billy?”

“No…not really,” you managed, still unable to fully catch your breath.

“You love me?”

Your head turned, looking over at this idiot that somehow had such a hold on you. You couldn’t explain it but you also couldn’t deny it. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.

“Yeah. I do. I love you even if you are a dick.”

“Good because I love you too, you pain in the ass.”

#eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x femreader #eddie the freak munson #rough #rough smut #smut #request #smut requests #eddie munson stranger things #jealousy #toxic relationship #rough stuff

[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #hook imagine #daniel garcia #daniel garcia x reader #daniel garcia imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston imagine #aew mjf #mjf x reader #maxwell jacob friedman #ricky starks x reader #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine #aew darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Blaine Anderson from Glee vs Barok Van Zieks from The Great Ace Attorney

(remember that these characters are fictional and your fellow tumblr users are real. i will block you if you harass others in the notes, please consider sending your unhinged harassment to my inbox instead)

Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:

Blaine Anderson:

LOVE: - "you know that post that's like "fandom will call a character evil and immature and then the character is just 15 yo" because that's what happens with blaine. he's just a sweet but socially inept kid with a lot of insecurities who's trying his best. compared to most glee characters he hasn't done anything wrong in his life. and yes he cheated on his boyfriend that one time, but he was super depressed afterwards (also this is glee literally every character has cheated and none have suffered as most as blaine because of it). in conclusion he's just a silly goose. my little princess <3"

HATE: (tumblr will not let me format this one bc its too long)

"A lot of people say he's the male Rachel Berry, and while I think that is absolutely a true statement, I actually don't mind his personality all that much. Literally everyone in Glee has a personality that ranges from inconsistent to downright horrendeus, so instead of talking about what he's like, here's some things he canonically does (buckle up, this'll be long): In season 2, when we first meet him, he's the leader of his school's showchoir. (redflag no.1/j) This gives him the freedom and authoritity to do a lot of stuff- not all bad, but he does serenade a closeted guy he doesn't know all that well, who works in costumer service AT HIS WORKPLACE, with a song about sex toys. (The guy in question ends up getting fired of course). He also gives some pretty hypocritical advice to his love interest, Kurt, about how he should try to blend in (hypocritical, cuz Blaine does the opposite and he's thriving under the attention), and he asks some insesitive questions, but those are all pretty excusable, or at least standard for Glee. In s3, him and Kurt are boyfriends, and he transitions school for him, which we could absolutely count as a decent thing, however it all kinda sours when he gets the part of Tony in the school's production of West side story. Why is this important? Kurt is a senior, and the performing arts university he's applying for is really competitive, so he needs all the extra curriculars and theatre experiance he can get. He asks Blaine to not aidition for Tony- which he agrees to- than promptly goes against that by singing one of Tony's songs at audition. He then gets offfered the role, doesn't turn it down, tells Kurt he should be happy for him, and honestly, BY GLEE STANDARDS, this is also pretty chill. Meanwhile: enter Sebastian Smythe, another contraversial character, who's now the new captain of Blaine's former showchoir, and who decides that either 1. Blaine is hot 2. Gonna use Blaine as an informat (His reasons are unclear tbh) Either way, he starts flirting with Blaine, who does end up rejecting his advances and telling him he's taken (though much later than it's probably ethical, idk tho, I'm aro). He (Blaine) really enjoys the attention though, so they end up keeping in touch. (Important for later.) Back to our main plot though; Blaime doesn't have sexual chemistry with his co-star, so the director tells him to lose his virginity (yes, you heared that right, it is fucked up). So he tries to sleep with Kurt, who of course, doesn't know that his boyfriend's sudden interest in him is due to directoral instructions. And then probably the most contraversial Blaine scene happens- see, Blaine, Kurt, and Sebastian (who Kurt hates with passion) end up going to this gaybar. Blaime gets drunk (though he only drinks one beer on screen, so we don't exactly know how drunk), and tries to sleep with Kurt in the parking lot. Kurt is visibly upset, and tells him no multiple times. Blaime doesn't oblige, and Kurt ends up shouting at him, which Blaine...doesn't take well, and blames Kurt, then leaves by foot. (They end up having sex by the end of this episode btw. No, Kurt still doesn't know about the directoral instructions. Whether he does it out of love or fear that Blaine will leave him is unclear) So we already know these two are not very good at boundries and communication, but the writers say they're "soulmates" so apperantly it's okay? Anyway, this all culminates in cheating incident no.1, where Kurt meets a guy whom he shares similar interests with, and who gives him some very cheesy compliements. They exchange numbers, and text a lot. Blaine doesn't like this. He checks their texts in secret, and then sings a song in front of the entire Glee club about how he's being cheated on, to humiliate Kurt.

Kurt insists it's not cheating, giving the example that Blaine's doing the same/used ro do the same with Sebastian. Blaine says "that's different" and they leave it at that. Kurt apologises via song. S4- Kurt moves to New York. Has to work a lot, since rebt is high, and also gets an internship at vague, so he's quite busy. Blaine feels ignored, so he cheats on him with some guy we only see the facebook profile of. They break up. S5- Blaine has a crush in this other guy, Sam. (He's been trying to get Kurt back, so him moving on is a big deal). Except gay marrige gets legalized, and Blaine decides to propose to Kurt. So he gets back together with him, then bot a week later he arranges a huge public proposal where it'd honestly just be plain emberassing to say no, but dontcha worry, because Kurt accepts. They move to New York together. Blaine becomes insecure, because Kurt gets ripped thanks to his fencing lessons, meanwhile he lrts go of himself a bit, enjoying all the fine food New York has to offer. His reaction to this is to try manipulating/tricking Kurt into eating copious amounts of food too. (To be fair, Kurt's reaction to the situation isn't perfect either, but this is not about him, their actions can co-exist without one of them necessarily having to be "the right one") S6- Kurt breaks up with Blaine. Blaine ends up going back to Ohio, and dating the guy who bullied, non-consensually kissed, than threatened to kill Kurt. (The guy did have a redemption arc, but I still dunno how to feel) You might be wondering- "wow, this was so lpng and extensive", and you'd be right but also this was mostly romantic relationship centric. There's also a lot of stuff Blaine says to his friends that make me question my sanity, but this is Glee, so that's every character in basically every episode. What makes me hate Blaine isn't even JUST all this- it's the fact that in universe, he almost never gets called-out, people take his side, it's as if the writers are condoning his actions, and I Don't Like That. I'm all for liking morally grey, or even morally dispicable characters, as long as their actions don't get excused. Hell, I started out just mildly disliking Blaine, but a lot of people paint him as innocent and pure, and that didn't feel right. Then I was ready to like him BECUASE of his questionable morality- but turns out, the guy doean't have much else going on besides this. His personality is almost the same as Rachel, except Rachel's more...full? If that makes sense? Blaine is just...bland. And inconsistent, and boring, and I just Do Not Like Him At All."

Baron Van Zieks:

LOVE: - "man's 6'4", british, looks like a vampire, took a mental health break for 5 years thanks to the dead bodies that cropped up after he lost in court, and is uhhhhhh kinda racist which is a key part of his character. the explanation for it is divisive but he does grow as a character eventually?? i think he's fun. there's a bonus case exclusive to the 3DS version of the games where he mentions he was almost poisoned in one of the first cases he ever handled. he objects with his leg. he brings wine into court but rarely drinks it. he has bats in his office. we have no idea where the scar on his face came from. his voice actor did a subway commercial. i think he wants to believe he is the sane one in the courtroom but that title belongs to the 16 year old judicial assistant for the defense." - "I love to hate him tbh!!! He's a complex interesting character tied up in things outside of his control and being used by the antagonist to hurt people, isolated due to his grief and rumors from the public. He also sucks SO fucking bad and I want to punch him. Lovingly. But I love him I promise."

#poll #round 2 #barok van zieks #blaine anderson #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #glee #2 submissions

[meraki-yao]

TN Candies Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/Part 4

And as promised, I’m back with more candies! And a quick preface, at the request of OP, I’ve removed all mentions and links to OP’s account, but please bear in mind that this is a translation/summary

Usual Disclaimers:

This post contains content regarding real-person shipping. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, again, please don’t read under the post

This is a translation and summary of a post on Weibo, not my original findings or thoughts. I am just the translator and messenger

Please remember that the people who do this do it in good nature.They don’t mean any harm, and they don’t cause any harm because China is physically and digitally too far away for them to actually fuck shit up, and they understand the lines of parasocial relationships: those who met with Taylor during his China trip in December know to, and didn’t bring up this in front of him. They know where to draw the line, and whoever doesn’t and starts becoming a problem gets kicked out of the community. This is meant for fun.

Per OP's request, please DO NOT repost my translations to Twitter.

Today’s post is about the overlaps in Taylor and Nick’s social circles

Taylor’s Family and Friends:

As mentioned in part 1, after the Academy Museum Gala, Taylor’s sister Ash (who has a public Instagram account) reposted three photos from Taylor’s post of the night to her Instagram stories: Two of Taylor’s portraits, and the photo of Taylor and Nick. Interestingly, she posted the photo with both boys twice.

A close friend of Taylor’s started following Nick on social media on 5th December last year, and liked a couple of his posts. He was the one who revealed that Taylor was attending several different parties on Oscars night (Governor Ball and Vanity Fair). Interestingly, he never revealed Taylor’s schedule/plans before, but did so the one time Taylor was heading to an event that Nick was already attending.

Taylor’s uncle follows @/nicktaylor, the Taylor and Nick updates fan account on Instagram

Taylor’s nephew only liked two of Taylor’s posts on Instagram, which happened to be the ones that Nick liked

Taylor’s cousin and another sister follow Nick on Instagram and liked a couple of his posts.

Taylor’s good friends with the producer of TIOY, Gabrielle Union, they were at the Burberry show together. Funnily enough Gabrielle first posted the new of TIOY trailer breaking record on her story, then it was followed by a photo of her and Taylor at the Oscar After party

@/thisjenna was both Taylor’ stylist for the SAG Awards and Nick’s stylist from SXSW

Nick’s Family and Friends:

As mentioned in part 2, Nick’s sister and only sibling, Lexi started following Taylor on Instagram starting from last December during the Christmas holidays and liked a couple of Taylor’s photoshoot posts that has nothing to do with Nick.

Camila Cabello, Nick’s close friend and co-star from Cinderella 2021 likes to tease Nick (as close friends would): After the GQ MOTY event where both Nick and Taylor were in attendance, Nick said “My Taylor” instead of “My Taylor impression”, wore the Cartier watch mentioned in part 1 and 4 for the first time in public, and left early, Camila commented “somebody is Gua Sha’ing” Gua Sha 刮痧 is a Traditional Chinese healing method that uses a smooth stone to stroke and press on the patient’s skin, which leaves the skin red (Meraki: my mom did it for me yesterday and God it hurt like a bitch) so TL DR she’s teasing him about his blushing, and he replied “you’re out of control” And under Taylor’s post from the Oscar After Party with the photo of the three of them, she straight up commented “Throuple alert”

One of the actresses from Cinderella who’s close with Nick, whose Instagram account is followed by both Nick and Lexi liked a RWRB post from Prime’s main Instagram account

Tony Curran, King James from M&G, as mentioned in part 3 liked a bunch of RWRB/Firstprince and Taylor posts on Twitter (Meraki: which, what the fuck Sir) as well as liking posts from Twitter account that have Taylor as their profile pic

The official Instagram account for August Moon, the boyband in TIOY reposts a story from a Taylor Nick fan account

Members of Nick’s PR team liked both RWRB post from prime/official rwrb account and a few posts of Taylor that’s just him and has nothing to do with Nick

An actress from TIOY (who wears a blue dress in the trailer) and Jaiden Anthony, another member of August Moon (character name Adrian, but also guys please don’t go bother him over this), M&G’s costume designer, Purple Heart’s songwriter, a TIOY crew member, even Anne Hatheway’s stylist  liked RWRB posts from either the official rwrb account or prime’s main account

That’s it for part 5 and today’s update! See you in the next one on Sunday :D

Tagging a couple of folks (Lemme know if you wanna be tagged for the next one!):

@lfg1986-2 @tal-vez-o-quizas @na-18dia @mylucayathoughts @androgynoustriumphclown @hopefulblizzardsublime @whattfisausername @leimons @ghostwithatophat @badhimboi88 @pippin-katz

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #taynick #meraki translates #meraki essay

[greghatecrimes]

PPTH Gang + What I Think They’d Order At Starbucks, brought to you in incredible and unnecessarily extra detail by a very tired barista!

House: Black eye (black coffee with two shots of espresso), adds his own cream and sugar very sparingly. Occasionally when he’s alone he orders a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frap (guilty pleasure).

Wilson: Grande hot latte with soy milk. He used to order the “skinny vanilla” (latte with skim milk and sugar free vanilla) but stopped because House made fun of him for ordering the white mom drink.

Cuddy: This woman will drink any kind of coffee she can get her hands on in the morning. Even really, really shitty coffee. She just needs something to get through the day. But if she’s got time for Starbucks, I know she’s absolutely getting a tall Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso with two extra shots of espresso (four total). (That is a lot of espresso for a small drink and she needs all of it). She looks so stressed out that the barista draws a smiley face or a star next to her name on the cup, or writes “have a great day!”

Cameron: The Taylor Swift latte. Grande skim latte with caramel. She’s a basic bitch but she knows what she likes, good for her! In the fall she’s 100% a pumpkin spice latte girl and she probably also has the date written on her calendar for when Peppermint Mochas come back in the winter. When asked her name: “It’s Allie, A-L-L-I-E. Thanks!” automatically spells it out to make the barista’s life 3x easier.

Chase: Cameron orders for him because Chase has no idea what the names for anything are. Also likes a good Peppermint Mocha around Christmas (Cameron got him hooked; he stops drinking them after the divorce). Rest of the year he goes for an Americano, iced or hot, with almond milk. His Starbucks name is Bob, which never fails to make Cameron laugh. (Now I’m imagining putting that order out and yelling “ICED AMERICANO FOR BOB!” into a busy cafe and Chase standing there cluelessly like “who? me?” until Cameron nudges him, and I’m laughing my ass off)

Foreman: Regular, plain ol’ black coffee, any kind of dark roast. He adds his own cream very liberally but isn’t a fan of sugar in his coffee.

Thirteen: I spent way too much time thinking of the perfect thing for her. If she just gets coffee at work, just regular decaf coffee is fine. The bitter taste wakes her up since there’s no caffeine. If she wants a nice coffee, I think she’d like a decaf Doppio (two shots of espresso) with a bit of almond milk, one pump of vanilla, and one pump of hazelnut. Hot or iced, but always decaf. Gently but firmly tells the barista to please make sure it’s decaf because she’s “caffeine intolerant” (not wholly a lie. Helps her avoid the caffeine jitters.) Never uses her real name, either gives a random one or just says “Thirteen, like the number” when asked for a name by the barista. Always leaves a tip when she has cash. Orders her drink iced at any time of year if she’s in the mood for it and gets harassed by House for it.

Kutner: Rotates between different superhero names for his Starbucks name (Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clint Barton, etc.). Taub wants to melt through the floor every time he gets coffee with Kutner and his order is called out. Kutner thinks it’s hilarious. I really feel like he would be happy with anything you give him, but I think his go to if he’s specifically at Starbucks would be a java chip frap despite the fact that Taub lectures him about it (if he’s gonna treat himself to expensive coffee it may as well taste good!!). Also RIP Kutner you would have loved the Dragon Drink so much (both for the badass name AND the fact that it’s purple)

Taub: Doesn’t go to Starbucks often, probably really only goes with Kutner. Just orders a regular latte or cappuccino. He says he doesn’t see the point of adding in all the flavors and stuff because it’ll just drown out the coffee. Might put some cinnamon on top if there’s a shaker of it on the condiment bar. Would add cinnamon or nutmeg at home if he has the luxury of having a late morning and making his own coffee.

Bonus! Amber: Drinks iced coffee in the middle of a blizzard. Could also down shots of espresso like they’re tequila. The most intense bitch. Would be very visibly tense or stressed when ordering but as soon as her order’s done she’d thank the barista pretty genuinely. Go-to order is a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip but keep the cinnamon dolce powder.

#ppth starbucks run #i did not need to go this hard but i did this to procrastinate doing stressful things so it was fun and worth it #there’s so much in here that makes ME laugh as a barista but that no one else will probably find funny. rip lmaooo #headcanons #greg house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #allison cameron #robert chase #eric foreman #remy thirteen hadley #lawrence kutner #chris taub #amber volakis #house md

[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha x Bruce, Steve x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 5

Warnings: swearing, angst, unintentional(?) bodily harm, descriptions of sex acts

In the great hall, right after Y/N left, Steve was hearing it from his friends. Bucky was the worst.

"What happened to the guy I grew up with? He wouldn't have cheated on his girl. What were you thinking" Bucky questioned.

Steve clenched his teeth "Why are you so concerned about her? You think you're so sly but I noticed. I see how you look at my girl. I know you want her and are just mad at me because you can't have her. What happened with you two in Wakanda?"

Bucky worked to rein in his temper and remind himself that this is Steve, practically his brother, and keep his response measured "You mean when you sent her to babysit me so you could be free to fuck Nat whenever you wanted? It doesn't matter how I feel about her because she was your girl and I would never cross that line. You have a lot of nerve throwing accusations at me, considering what you've done."

Steve was losing his temper and taunted "Maybe you're just jealous. I have Y/N and your old girlfriend, Nat, while you have nothing. No sane woman would want you anymore."

Bucky clenched his fists and went to reply when he was interrupted by Tony.

"Jesus Cap, I wish you could hear yourself. Where's the star spangled man who always does what's right? I'm glad my dad never saw you like this, selfish and entitled, insulting your bff because you were caught cheating. Talk about the mighty falling." He glanced over at Bruce, seeing green blotches on his skin "Yeah, Cap, You might want to leave before the big guy shows up."

Steve looked at Bruce who was trying to hold it in, his eyes widened and he decided to take Tony's advice and leave "I'll see you all back at the compound"

Before he made it out of the tent there was a bright light and what sounded like an explosion.

Steve looked back to the rest of the team but they were already out of their seats.

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Y/N quickly left the hall, needing to be alone without Steve staring at her like that. She started off crying, feeling the ache in her chest over Steve and Nats actions, the sting of Nat's betrayal. Nat was the first friend Y/N had ever made, she trusted and confided in her but the whole time Nat resented her and was sleeping with Steve. And Steve, how could he try to claim that he loved her and did it to protect her.

After she had passed a few buildings and headed into a wooded area she heard someone clearing their throat. She stopped and turned around to see Nat behind her.

Y/N growled "What the fuck do you want, Romanoff?"

Nat laughed "Aaww, Little princess got so mad she said a swear. Stevie will be so disappointed."

"Fuck you and fuck Steve. You can have each other. I don't want anything to do with either of you."

She tried to leave but Nat grabbed her arm "Don't walk away from me you prissy little bitch! I didn't get to tell you how good your Stevies fat cock felt when he was balls deep inside me or how he ate my pussy until I soaked his face. How he fucked me in the supply closet while you were in the hall, right there. Or how fucking hard he got inside me when you were so close but too dumb to figure it out. You should be thanking me, your dear Stevie is a freak and your naive ass wouldn't be able to keep up with him."

Y/N shook her head "Stop it! Stop!! I get it I'm a dumb kid and you took my man. He's yours. Now leave me alone." She tried to twist out of Nats grip but Nat just squeezed harder.

"Stop fighting me. You'll stay here and listen to what I have to say or I'll break your fucking wrist."

Y/N pulled again and when she still couldn't get free, felt a panic attack creeping up on her. "No Nat let me go!!! Let me go! Letmegoletmegoletmego."

There was a snap as Nat broke her wrist. Y/N screamed in pain and dropped to her knees, a blinding white light flashed around her and she just sat on her knees in the mud sobbing until darkness took her.

Tony got there first, saw Y/N unconscious in the middle of a huge circle of trees that had been blown back as though a bomb had hit. Under a couple of the downed trees was Nat, laying very still. Tony was speechless, they had been working on controlling her powers but he had no idea she could cause such destruction.

"Friday? Notify the team that we have a situation over here. Romanoff is down and I don't know what's up with Y/N."

"Of course, Boss."

"Can you get vitals on either of them? Or any other info on what happened?"

"They are both alive but Agent Romanoffs heartbeat is thready, she needs medical attention. That's all I can tell from here."

Tony slowly started moving towards Nat since she was in worse shape. He was working out how to move the trees without causing any more damage when Steve, Bruce and Bucky came running up.

Steve looked at the collapsed figure in the middle of the blast area and headed towards Y/N when Bucky stopped him. "I don't think so asshole, go take care of your girlfriend. Help Tony get those trees off her."

Steve looked like he was going to argue when he heard Bucky's vibranium arm whirring and decided another fight wouldn't help things any.

By the time they got Nat out from under the trees a stretcher had been brought out and they took her to the medical building that was still under construction.

Bucky went to help Y/N, walking up slowly and speaking gently to her.

"Hey Doll. It's just me, your Bucky. I'm gonna come over there and make sure you're ok."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when her eyes opened only to quickly close until her hand reached up to cover them. When he reached her he kneeled down next to her.

"I saw you open your eyes. It's ok doll. I just wanna help."

And started stroking her hair, smiling when she leaned into his hand.

Y/N pushed herself up until she was sitting. She looked around "What happened?"

Bucky smiled "I was hoping you could tell me. Looks like a bomb was dropped here."

She laughed wryly "Are you saying I'm da bomb?" The effort making her cough.

Bucky chuckled "No I mean yes you are but that's not-"

"It's ok, I was teasing." She rasped out "Uh, Bucky, I think my wrist is broken but I can't feel anything. I must have drained myself." She struggled to sit up and looked around to see the mess

"Oh. No. Did I cause this? I didn't mean to hurt anyone but Nat wouldn't let me go. She kept taunting me and it just pushed out." Her eyes filled with tears.

"Bucky, please believe me I never meant to hurt anyone. Please don't let them lock me up again."

Bucky rubbed her back, trying to soothe her "Hey, hey, it's ok. No one is gonna lock you up. Not on my watch."

Y/N collapsed against him and he held her tight "Can I pick you up, doll? I want to have you looked at."

She looked up at him "I think I can walk myself" and tried to stand but her legs gave out. She chuckled "Ok, maybe not." And sighed "Sure, you can carry me."

Bucky gently picked her up and carried her to the medical building. As soon as he entered an Asgardian quickly brought a gurney over for Bucky to set her down on. They nodded at him and rolled her away while Bucky sat down to wait.

As she was rolled away the woman pushing her spoke up "I'm Eir. We need to do some tests to make sure you're alright. That was quite a display of power you made."

Y/N cringed "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, she just...." She paused

Eir smiled "It's alright child, we have seen what the Widow has done to you. She pushed you too far and overwhelmed you. You would think she would be smarter dealing with enhanced individuals."

"I didn't even know I could do anything like that" she said shyly "I've only been learning to focus the light, like a laser, recently."

Eir looked at her sadly "Such is often the way with powers like yours. They don't manifest until puberty and strong emotions can intensify them. If the Queen allows it you should stay here for awhile to work on them. You would be safe from other countries governments who would prefer to cage or experiment on you and surrounded by people who understand and want to help."

Y/N smiled "It sounds lovely but the team-"

Eir shook her head "Some members of your team want to help but others are frightened of your abilities, more so now. I'm sure the queen would allow your Winter soldier to stay with you." And smiled knowingly.

Y/N felt her face heat up and hoped Eir couldn't tell "What do you mean? Bucky and I are just friends. He's not my anything."

Eir laughed softly "Dear child, that man is in love with you. I don't know how you could miss it. He has almost come to blows with his closest friend over his treatment of you. Take your time to heal from the captain but don't overlook the sargent."

Y/N laid quietly while Eir did a scan and physical exam, thinking about all of it. When the scan was done Eir helped her sit up.

"Everything looks fine, I believe the large output of emotions enhanced your ability to allow you to cause the damage you did and also drained you. I want you to stay here until tomorrow and get some rest. If you choose to stay here for an extended visit, I'm sure we can find someone to help you work with your powers.

He can be shifty but Prince Loki might be able and willing to help."

Y/N nodded "It's something I'll definitely, consider." She looked down "Is Natasha ok? I might hate her but I didn't really mean to hurt her."

Eir looked at her "The Widow has multiple broken bones, scrapes and a concussion. She hasn't woken up yet.

Y/N woke up that evening when she smelled food. Her mouth was watering before she even opened her eyes. When she looked around the surroundings were unfamiliar and it took her a moment to figure out where she was.

Then the memories hit and she had to hold back a sob.

"Hello my dear. I've been hearing so much about you I had to come speak with you myself." Loki smiled at her

She tried to smile back "We have met before, you know. Thor brought you to the compound once but you didn't seem to like it much"

Loki nodded "Yes, well I was a bit of a war criminal at the time and being around my former captors wasn't exactly my idea of a pleasant time. So much has changed since then.

I know you are still tired so eat and get more rest. I would like to speak to you tomorrow when you're well rested."

Y/N heard a scream, she could tell it was Nat. Then she heard noise like a struggle and more yelling. The door to her room was slammed open to Nat breathing heavily, gauze wrapped around her head, covering her eyes.

Someone came up behind her "Miss, you shouldn't be out of bed, you'll hurt yourself."

Nat screeched "I don't care. I need the little bitch to see what she's done." She moved her head like she was looking for something "She's in here isn't she? Y/N!!! You stupid little brat, you blinded me. I can't see because you can't control your emotions or powers. I'm going to have Fury lock you up and when my sight comes back I'm going to-"

Nat dropped and they could see the orderly behind her with an empty syringe

"I'm so sorry Eir, Miss. She's very strong and took a higher dose of sedative than I expected."

Y/N looked at Eir "I blinded her? Maybe I should leave before Fury finds out and causes trouble here."

Eir shook her head "Fury has no authority here, he can't cause us any trouble. Her blindness is probably temporary."

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold back the feeling that everyone would be better off if she were gone.

She slept that night but it was plagued with dreams of Steve and Nat.

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The next morning, after breakfast and the ok from Eir, Y/N went for a walk to work through everything that had happened the last couple of days. Her life had been turned upside down.

After walking for a while she saw a pasture with horses and a barn at the other end. She remembered reading books about horses and imagining the freedom to climb up onto a horses back and run away when she was a kid. She leaned against the fence and watched the horses playing, trying to appreciate their beauty and push the painful thoughts away.

As she shook her head and groaned she heard someone approaching. It was Val with a beautiful white horse.

"I know we've just met but you seem like you could use a friend. This is Calliope but you can call her Calli. She is the gentlest horse in my stable and an incredible listener. She understands commands in English walk stop etc and I've packed a water bag and some snacks. She will take you on a nice ride and bring you home when you are ready. Nature is good for what ails you." She smiled gently.

Y/N shook her head "It sounds like you were getting ready to ride out, I don't want to take your horse"

Val laughed "No, I was in the hall when Rogers and Romanoff showed up. After everything that's happened, I figured you would need to get some air and perspective. When Eir told me you had left her care to go on a walk I thought you might like a ride. It always helps calm my mind, allowing me to think clearly."

Y/N gave her a small smile and fought the tears "Thank you" she whispered.

Val nodded and gave her a leg up and some basic riding instruction then sent her off with a walkie talkie in case she needed help.

Y/N sat astride Calli and looked around her. Norway is so beautiful it brought her to tears but to be fair she was right there anyhow. For hours she let Calli take the lead while she contemplated her situation.

How could Steve think she would just take him back? Even though he seemed sorry she didn't know how she could ever trust him again. 2 years this had been going on and he never tried to talk to her about any of it. He was the one who always pulled back when their making out became too heated.

Now that her head was a bit more clear she was able to see other things in her relationship with Steve that didn't sit well. The way he often spoke to her like she was a child or an idiot. And how he reacted to her using her powers outside of missions, like she should be ashamed of them. Y/N knew she was somewhat immature after so many years of her life were spent imprisoned and experimented on. Maybe she was too needy, maybe if she had.....NO! She wouldn't let herself follow that line of thinking. Nothing she did or didn't do excused what Steve did. Whatever she thought they had was over, she knew that she could never completely trust him again. She would always wonder where he really was and who he was with.

She knew this was the only way it could go now.

Y/N lost track of time on her ride until the sun started setting. She asked Calli to take her home and the horse turned back towards where they came from and picked up her steps a bit.

"I'm sorry for keeping you out so late, Calli. You must be getting hungry" she laughed as her stomach made her own hunger known.

When they returned to the stable Val was gone but Loki was also returning from a ride and helped her put Calli up while the horses were being fed.

She turned to look at Loki "Thank you for your help, this is the first time I've ever ridden a horse. I was a little scared but Calli is so sweet it went away pretty quickly."

Loki smirked and took her hand "I never would have guessed, you looked completely natural astride, like you've ridden all your life." He paused for a moment "You should stay here for awhile, to help you heal, your beauty brightens this dull world. Your lights rival the aurora borealis" He kissed her hand, smiled at her with a glimmer in his eyes and left.

Y/N headed towards her quarters to change before going to the hall for dinner. Once she arrived she saw Bucky, Tony and Bruce sitting huddled together in an intense conversation. She grabbed a plate of food and headed towards them.

"Hello boys" she smiled. "This seat taken?"

Bucky startled "You're back, we were getting worried. Please sit."

She looked down "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just needed some time to clear my head and think."

"It's ok doll, I hope you're feeling better."

She nodded "I'm still hurting but I know it will get better."

Bucky smiled at her and Y/N felt butterflies for a moment, which made her think of what Eir had said about Bucky being in love with her. She smiled back at him and knew she would be alright.

Chapter 6

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader

[anuncalledbridge]

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: cursing in Tagalog, xreader, black hole

Author's note: I love the idea of the reader being Filipino sooo, I just felt like making her a Stark because Tony bangs everyone he wants and also this is gonna be a series.

Part two

You and Ned walked together while Peter walk ahead the both of you. Peter was rambling something about the star wars lore and sometimes inserted MJ throughout his rambling. You didn't listen, you were looking above the clouds, however, Ned listened intensely.

Peter abruptly stopped, making you and Ned bummed into his back "What the hell dude-" your eyes landed on MJ in front of Peter, which made you smirk as you avert your eyes at Ned.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Ned looked skeptical for a moment "Uhh, you're about to steal Mr. Starks credit card and then you'll buy me a whole set of lego?" You stifle a laugh "No, idiot but yes I'll think about that" Ned made a fist bump in the air followed by a loud whisper of yes.

You cleared your throat loudly, catching Mj's attention "Peter! Weren't you talking about how gorgeous, magnificent, creative, and may I add, Beautiful, M-" You were cut off when Peter jab you on the side making you curl up into a ball.

"Shut up!" He whispered in a panicked tone. "Ned help me.." you said in a dramatic strained way while Peter strangled you like there is no tomorrow.

Mj who was on her way to work, contemplated whether to just walk straight away and pretend nothing happened or to help her suffocating friend. She chose the latter.

"Peter, I would much appreciate it if you let go of the dog you're choking" Peter immediately let go of you, and you made another loud exaggerated gasp, which Ned found Funny because it sounds like Peter when he found out you were Tony Starks daughter.

"Potangina-"(son of a bitch) Peter nudge you again this time gently, you glared at him and then looked at Mj with a huge grin "Hey there, babygurl!" Mj sigh at the nickname but said nothing about it.

You put both of your hands on Peter's shoulder pushing him towards Mj until there is little to no space "Pete here, wanted to accompany you to your, humble work thing, Right Peter?" Before Peter gets to protest Mj interjected.

"Yeah sure, how bout you and Ned?"

"Oh, we're just about..to..." You looked around for an excuse "We're helping Ned's Lola! Right, Ned?"

"We are?" You nudge him on his arm making him hiss "Play along" you whispered yell "O-oh yes actually! Her back is hurting lately s-so.." without a word you grabbed Ned's arms and sprung away.

You cheekily did a fistbump together "I'm so getting you that Lego set" you laughed while Ned gushed like a teenager in love.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket so you check who it was, it was your dad calling. You groaned in annoyance, halting on your steps as Ned did the same waiting for you.

"What does he want now.." you muttered before answering "Hello Pa?" You heard your dad hum "You don't sound so happy hearing your dad, sweetpie"

You rolled your eyes "What do you want, Dad?" Tony once again hummed "No 'I love you Dad' first?"

"Dad-"

"say it."

You whined, you covered your phone, and looked at Ned "Ned go wait for me at the store-" You were cut off by your dad's piercing voice. "No, let Ned hear it"

"I'll just go.." Ned tried to interject "stay." Your dad once again said. Ned went still like a brick.

"Fine....I love you, Dad...ano? masaya kana?" (what? Are you happy now?) Ned quietly but failed, laughed at your suffering you gave him a hard glare. "Very much, dear" your dad chuckled in satisfaction.

"What is it that you want, anyways?" You impatiently asked, "Calm down, the wizard man needs help, I'm too lazy, so go and help him for me, alright dear?" He said over the phone, you grumbled "But dad, I have things to do-"

Your dad hummed seemingly not caring "Uh-huh, and I don't care. Now go, love you sweetchecks bye" he ended the call before you even got the chance to reply.

"So you need to be elsewhere?" Ned asked, as both of you continued walking "I'm so sorry Ned" you apologize sincerely. You felt guilty, Ned and you had been friends for a long time, he's the only one who understood you when you moved to New York, since him being Filipino and you being half, he could relate to a certain extent.

It's not like you couldn't speak English, you were quite decent and it improved throughout the year, and you didn't fit in so when Peter and Ned came into the picture, you felt at ease they felt like home.

"It's alright, but the next weekend, y/n. You can't miss it" he seriously said. You laughed "Of course Ned, I wouldn't miss it for the world" You bid your farewells, you took the train which was quite ironic when you can technically just swing from building to building.

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"Hey, there wizard queen" Stephen sigh knowing who that annoying voice belongs to "Your dad sent you instead of him, classic." His monotone voice echoed through each corner of the room which always amused you because everywhere this man goes, there is always an echo. As you inch your way towards him he stopped you.

"What?" You looked at him weirdly "There's this thing bugging the quantum realm, I think someone interfering with it." You raised a brow "How is that possible, Mr. Ozzie?" The nicknames always tick him off every time you say it.

"The nickname you're giving doesn't even make sense" he quizzically said.

"Yes, it does" you defended your stan. He looked at you expectedly, waiting for an answer "It's the Wizard of Oz"

It was quiet for a moment.

"you know what? I'm not gonna argue with your stupid nicknames, stop it with this wizard shit. I'm a sorcerer, there's a deference" You were about to argue but he sounds agitated "Besides, we got some serious pressing matter..." He trailed off, focusing on a book that just automatically flips on its own. It always amazes you how magic could work.

"What is wrong, exactly?" You finally asked. "Someone is trying to make some sort of passage through every multiverse, and it's not just a normal passage, it's a black hole and if created it can potentially-"

"Collapse the space-time continuum.." you pieced out everything, while looking around, not meeting Stephen's eyes. You didn't know what to feel at that moment. Nothing felt right since you woke this morning, maybe that was the reason why.

"We need Dad for this" You picked up your phone from your pocket and dialed your dad's number, it was ringing when suddenly you felt the ground shaking.

"Mr. Strange, what's going on?" Your looked at him wide-eyed, while he tried to do some kind of spell to stop the shaking but it didn't.

You heard your dad's voice on the phone, making you snap out of your focused state "Can't talk right now, sweetheart. I'm currently at the.." your dad's voice became muffled as your eyes landed on a black spot that was currently forming on the ceiling and it was glitching.

Stephen tried to conceal it but to no avail, it only sucked his magic in "Y/n! Get away from here!" He shouted across the room.

"But what about you!?"

"It's not trying to get me, it's trying to get you!" He shouted but this time it was much louder, Tony heard this "Sweetheart what's going on?" He asked worriedly, he could hear the wind blowing loudly on the phone so everything was just muffled.

"dad...I think this is the last time I'm ever gonna be able to talk to you" you finally said after a few beats of silence. Stephen desperately tried to conceal the portal as best as he could to give you the time to run, but even if you could run, it will still suck you up nonetheless.

"What are you talking about?" Tony's voice grew shaky, as he started to put on his suit. "Dad, what I'm seeing right now is stranger than Dr. Strange's name" you chuckled.

Tony paid no mind to his daughter's questionable humor and started to flee from whatever meeting he was in.

"I love you, Dad." He heard Stephen scream your name and then the line ended. Tony's breathing stopped he was utterly blank, if his suit wasn't in control he would have crashed right there and then.

You felt like you'd been tossed around like a ragged doll, with all the blinding colors coming your way. Your stomach churned feeling all your food coming back to your throat.

You screamed for what felt like ages; using your weebs to shoot everywhere, trying to find a wall or anything to stick your weebs with, but found absolutely nothing.

Suddenly you hit the ground rather harshly. You groaned, looking up, the city's blinding lights disturbed your peripheral vision. You had a gut-splitting headache making you wince when you sat up immediately.

"Anak ng- where am I?" (son of a-) You looked around once you adjusted to the familiar yet unfamiliar city. This was New York but not your New York.

You started to panic and started to rephrase the previous events "o-okay, so I got sucked into a black hole- wait aren't I supposed to be dead?" You asked yourself, and then you groaned in embarrassment "I said 'I love you' to Dad, thinking I'm gonna be pulled to shred, god this is so embarrassing!"

"Manhattan! I need to go to Manhattan...maybe the Avenger's Tower is still there." Judging by the place it looked like Brooklyn, you prayed to god that the tower is still there, that your dad is waiting for you to come home.

Before you even got time to swing another portal opened at the other building making you squint your eyes. You saw a silhouette drop gracefully making you feel stupid from earlier.

You swing to that said building but as you came nearer you felt your spidey senses act up. You halted as the person in front of you looked wide-eyed in your direction.

"Who are you?" Her voice was above a whisper, you scrunch your nose.

"what? Speak up, babe"

"I said, who are you?" Her voice became louder, and she sat up from her previous awesome posture and started walking towards you "I'm Gwen Stacy" she said.

"Oh, Y/n Stark" Gwen had her mask on while you didn't "So you're spider woman? I thought I was the only one"

"Me neither" she replied with an airy sigh, looking around her with a sense of familiarity "This is not New York" She looked at you for answers but you were just as confused as she is.

"It is, but different from where you came from" it was silence for a while "What do we do?" She asked.

"We get married and just live here" you proposed as a growing smirk started to form on your lips.

"Give me a better option" she replied almost immediately. You gaped at her "anyone would be so lucky to marry me"

"Unlucky" she corrected "but you barely know me! How could you know" you argued back. "exactly."

She got you with that one. The pair of you started to swing building to building "Where are we-" you dodge a pose "going?" Gwen sighed, she seemed distant but that didn't stop you "I'm going to this academy thing, because that's what my spidey senses want" she shouted through the air so you could hear.

"Your tingly thing? I had one too!" Gwen raised a brow, not replying to the comment as she continued to swing every building.

"You know it's dangerous going around, not wearing a mask, you know that right?" Gwen did a flip through mid-air making you do the same cause you built like that.

"Who needs em? When they got me as their gorgeous sight!" the pair of you continued along your journey to find this so-called academy, although you don't know how both of you can enter but you just left that problem to Gwen.

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😨

#miles morales #miles morales x y/n #the avengers #spiderman #fanfic #spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales x you #peter parker #ned leeds #dr. strange #tony stark #x fem!reader

[popcorn-plots]

Ao3 Masterlist

IT IS TIME FOR A MASTERLIST!!! YAY!!

(putting this here so I don't forgot about it: notes game also this: medwhump may)

Quick reminder: if you don't like it, don't read it. If, somehow, some external force is making you read the link you clicked on, don't come bitching to me about how much you hate my work. Get it, got it, good? Moving on.

Set-up should be pretty straight forward with three categories of one-shots, multi-chapters, and series. one-shots is subsequently divided into fluff, angst, and smut.

masterlist under the cut, it's a big boi

one-shots

fluff

suprise attack (feat. kisses)

641 words

Gen

Stephen Strange/Wong

"self-indulgent wongstrange fluff. that's literally it."

only the important things

1,386 words

Gen

Stephen Strange/Wong

Stephen finds a label maker. Of course he's going to run around Kamar-Taj and label everything important to him, including Wong.

Love Me Tender

For Jay (@falloutchemicalday)

1,372 words

Gen

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Stephen and Tony have been pining after each other for months. Neither of them realize the other likes them back.

Wong decides to take matters into his own hands.

sick day (with cuddles)

2,339 words

Gen

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange/Wong

Stephen is sick. Good thing Tony and Wong are there to take care of him.

angst

waiting for you, for time and all eternity

957 words

Teen

Stephen Strange/Wong

"It was an unspoken agreement.

Stephen would portal to the Kamar-Taj courtyard after a fight or a mission or a trip through the multiverse. Wong would wait, setting up camp under the tree in the courtyard, sleeping in the library, until his husband came home.

No one questioned it. No one dared to question the Sorcerer Supreme. Until Stephen didn't come home and Wong found that part of him left with Stephen."

smut

Wishful Winning

1,442 words

Mature

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Wong is well-known in the world of underground fighting tournaments, but this fight may be his biggest fight yet, simply because of the prize. The prize being a night alone with the highly praised, very expensive, and quite frankly, stunning escort, Stephen Strange."

Salt and Pepper

1,154 words

Explicit

Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

"Tony is turned on by Pepper in the Ironman suit when she shields him from falling rock.

He decides that he needs her inside of him right then and there. Give and take a few days as Tony makes new connections, uncovers the Mandarin and AIM's true goals, saves the president, and blows up his hobbies. Maybe Tony's next hobby is expanding Pepper's strap-on collection. After the maybe-but-not-quite-apology sex (with a possible hint of reconciliation and just a hint of thank-heavens-you're-alive sex)."

Dilatatum Dick

991 words

Explicit

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Wong teaches Stephen the spell from Chapter 4 of what do you do with your kinky sorcerers.

Dilatatum Dick, as it is called."

"lock your door, or I'll do it for you"

1,286 words

Explicit

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

4 times someone walked in on Tony and Stephen.

1 time they got locked in, 1 time they actually locked the door (and still got interrupted), and 1 time Wong had to make a new rule just to keep them from scarring anyone else.

multi-chapter

By the Stars Above

1/? (in progress)

Mature

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Stephen Strange has an electromagnetic car battery in his chest and Tony Stark ruined his hands in a mechanical incident.

Fate deigns that these two should end up together.

Stephen has other plans."

it wasn't us

2/? (in progress)

Mature

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Stephen Strange gets raped, but only He sees It for what It is.

Even Stephen, who doesn't even know himself anymore, nor does he understand the new voices in his head or the way he's always 'zoning out', isn't sure how to move forward. Stephen only knows what He has said and done, and now it's becoming harder for him to pick out his reality from his fantasies.

It's almost like Thanos all over again, but with three new people making their home in Stephen's mind and a voice that sounds a lot like Him telling Stephen that living isn't worth it anymore."

what do you do with your kinky sorcerers

5/6 chapters (in progress)

Explicit

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Lock them in a room together and hope one of them gets fucked.

Five times Stephen and Wong explore each other's kinks and one time Stephen has to suffer the consequences of a rough night.

~

Alternate title for Ryu: the DICKering of horny sorcerers (yes that's a real word, and ASS didn't work for anything sooo)"

dirty thoughts (about you)

1/6 (in progress)

Explicit

Stephen Strange/Wong

"Five times Wong dirty talked Stephen and one time Stephen returned the favor.

Inspired by the song Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams"

the poets' flowers, the petaled proses

7/? (in progress)

Teen

No Fandom

An anthology (collection) of all the poems I've written, for school or otherwise.

Series

Febuwhump

Series (complete)

28/28 posted

Anywhere between Gen and Mature

Mostly gen, some Wongstrange, and a few Ironstrange

FEBUWHUMP MASTERLIST

pASSing marks

Series (incomplete)

5/? posted

Explicit

Stephen Strange/Wong

Victoria Strange: The Saga

Series (incomplete)

2/? posted

Teen to Explicit

Stephen Strange/Wong

Master Stark AU

Series (incomplete)

1/? posted

Teen to Explicit

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Kamar-Taj

Series (incomplete)

1/? posted

Gen

Stephen Strange/Wong

#masterlist #ao3 masterlist #ao3 author #wongstrange #stephen strange/wong #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #wong #wong x strange #tony stark #pepper pots #smut #fluff #angst #whump #to be updated #updated when new fics are written #i promise i write fluff i just need to post it #more thorough masterlist of series will be up soom #maybe tommorw #idk

[le-trash-prince]

for the five or whatever many things meme/prompt...whatever:

the story of how dean completely accidentally becomes the top dog of their prison block and how winner somewhat accidentally becomes his bitch

I'm making this a space prison AU because thinking about real prison just makes me sad dfkgdfgd

setting-wise this is inspired by The Salvation Gambit but garbled because I'm going off of memory of having read it once.

Background plot-wise, things are similar to Pit Babe, just, you know, space-ified. Babe champions a local star-system racing circuit, Tony deals in interstellar human trafficking (I'm going with "special alpha powers are a human thing"), Kenta is an android (I have so many thoughts about android Kenta to share later), and Dean and Winner are on the same shuttle, post-series, getting shipped off to the nearest prison planet. Winner spends the entire trip bragging about how his family is sooo wealthy, he'll get a retrial and be out of there in no time, and "maybe if you kiss my boots I'll think about helping you out." Which just pisses Dean off, but whatever.

But, there's an unexpected change of plans, and their shuttle gets hijacked by a massive, unsanctioned prison ship run by a sentient, megalomaniacal AI that views itself as the prisoners' god of redemption. They're not just prisoners now, they're captives, and nobody ever escapes this ship. Not that this is going to stop them from trying—they're both pilots after all. They're each given a "welcome kit" and then dropped into a hallway where they're immediately jumped by a trio of scavengers. Winner, as always, cowers after a single hit, but Dean—he may be small, he may be new, but he's angry and he's willing to hurt people, and he fights them off until they're rescued by another, friendlier group.

They get taken to this group’s quadrant for the night, and they’re given the recruitment speech, "we grow our own fresh food, we've got weapons," but they've also got boring rules that Winner isn't interested in living by. And if these people are desperate enough to recruit newbies, it means there's bound to be better things elsewhere in the ship. Dean on the other hand is a little taken-in by being pampered and told what an asset he'd be, and he's a little annoyed by Winner's assumption that Dean would just follow him wherever. Especially when Dean is starting to realize he could actually take Winner in a fight, so who actually needs who here? They argue, Winner storms off, and then Dean has a "goddamnit" moment of realizing this ship is bigger than he can even fathom, and the only familiar face onboard is about to disappear, possibly for good. And Winner is a better pilot than him, which still makes him Dean's best chance of ever seeing daylight again. They need each other. So he grabs what he can from the little room they'd been set up in and sulks off after Winner.

From there, the two of them make their way through the different quadrants of the ship, trying to learn the ins-and-outs so they can hatch their escape plan. They get a change of clothes that removes the "fresh meat" target on their backs. They have a "and there was only one blanket" moment on one of the colder levels. And they never cease to be amazed at just how expansive the ship is, and what kind of life people have built for themselves after having been trapped here for generations. They visit a market on a central level that has live music going on—the loud and pulsing sort that gets Dean stripping his jacket off and joining the crowd of dancers because he's been desperate to let loose. Winner prowls along the edge of the crowd, until he gives in to the heated looks that Dean keeps shooting his way and joins him in a dance that's mostly just the two of them grinding their hips against each other. And then there’s Dean grabbing Winner by the wrist and dragging him off to somewhere more private.

Winner is big and good at giving mean looks that intimidate most people, but Dean's the real scary one (he will bite your fingers off). Their goal is finding people who would be useful in figuring out an escape plan, but they end up amassing a small gang of recent intakes, and they hole up in one of the surveillance dead-zones of the ship. And Dean has never felt more useful or needed. The thing is, Winner still has family on the outside. He has something to lose if they never make it out of here. But Dean has already lost everything, and sometimes the thought that he might never see X-Hunter again is almost a relief. Like he doesn't have to face up to the past. He wonders if it would really be so bad to stay. But all it takes is a "No wonder you're such a shitty racer if you'd give up on it before you even got started," to remind Dean that they're still in a prison, and there's things on the outside that he wants to do. But he still gives Winner the cold shoulder for a whole day after that comment.

One last thing is Winner does eventually grow the tiniest spine and attack someone when they try carrying Dean off during a fight because he panics at the thought of something happening to Dean. Of course this is immediately followed up by a show of emotional constipation and “Maybe don’t be such a dead weight next time,” because it is still Winner.

Edit: Android!Kenta AU set in the same 'verse

#asks #pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe au #winnerdean #the salvation gambit: sapphic con artists! toxic levels of devotion! buff middle aged blacksmith lady who i ship myself with!

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Flufftober Day 21

Kiss For Good Luck- Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 789   Nat Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist   Flufftober

   “May the best woman win, kotenok(kitten).” Natasha says with a smirk as she finishes loading up her rifle

   “I think I might need a good luck charm. I mean look at you guys.” you say gesturing to her, Clint, Steve, Maria and Sam, “You look ready for an actual mission, not a game of paintball.”

   She chuckles, “Well, your team looks pretty battle ready themselves”

  You turn and look at Kate, Sharon, Bucky and Yelena as they finish putting their padded armor on, “Yeah, I guess they do look pretty formidable, don’t they?”

   “They do.” she replies, “And so do you.”

   You smile, “You're just saying that to make me feel better.”

   “If I wanted to make you feel better, I’d do this” she tells you before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss, “Good luck”

   She winks before walking away, swaying her hips to tease you. You shake your head with a smile before turning back to your team to go over a strategy.

   You go over your strategy at least three times to make sure everyone memorizes it, and then you all finish gearing up. Both of your teams head out onto the battlefield to get into your starting locations. After about a minute Tony's repulsor blast goes off signaling that it was time to start. 

   You keep your guard up and attune your senses as best you can. You know Natasha well, so you know her plan for her team will include utilizing stealth. Clint and Maria will absolutely be good at that, but you're a bit more unsure about the star spangled boys. You knew Steve had a flair for the dramatic and was practically a human wrecking ball in battle, and Sam usually followed his lead without a second thought. You anticipated you’d easily hear the two of them coming.

   Proving your point a stick suddenly breaks from behind your group. You turn around to see Maria and Sam standing there, a look of fear on his face as the woman glass daggers at him. Your team manages to take them down, but it costs you Kate. She of course protected Yelena to the end.

   A while later, after taking some enemy ground your attention moves to a tree as you see a glint of light. Unfortunately you spot him too late and Sharon falls to the ground with a large paint splatter marking her chest. The rest of you take cover and Yelena is quick to get the offender in her rifles sights. Clint falls out of the tree with an shout, and Bucky high fives the blonde.

   The three of you continue on but stop when you hear the thundering of boots coming your way. You smile with a shake of your head as you see Steve practically charging at the three of you. Bucky steps forward when hes see him

   “Don’t worry. I can handle him.”

   You and Yelena eye eachother then shrug, allowing him to carry on. You both watch as the men expertly dodge each other's shots and punches, each of them being able to anticipate the others moves easily. After almost five minutes the fight between the two friends ends up ending in a tie, and Yelena can’t help but smirk at you.

   “Come on Y/n, let's go find my sestra(sister).”

   You both tread lightly, heads practically on a swivel as you attempt to track down the redhead. You have no doubt she's been there the entire time though, near enough her team members that approached you all so she could study your fighting techniques so she could save that valuable info for later. Also making things more difficult was the fact that her bright red hair that normally made her stand out was now something that easily blended into the background of the fall forest.

   “She's near” Yelena suddenly speaks up

   Your brows furrow, “How can you possibly know that?”

  “A sister's intuition. Or a spys.” she shrugs 

  Suddenly the blonde stumbles forward clutching her paint covered shoulder and you quickly dive for cover. You can hear the distinct sound of a pistol being reloaded and you try not to chuckle as you hear Yelena grumbling.

   “Suka(bitch), that hurt.”

   Natasha absentmindedly chuckles at her sister, momentarily forgetting that you were still out there. And now you know her location. You stand, aiming your rifle in her direction and pull the trigger.

   Everything goes silent as two pairs of green eyes stare at you in awe. You did it, you managed to hit Natasha Romanoff, The Black Widow. You won. Yelena shouts in victory, rushing over to hug you

  Your girlfriend smirks, “Shouldn’t have given you that lucky kiss.”

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;; Treat You Right Chapter Fifteen of the Road Wife Series

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Summary: The Tampa Bay Lighting take a quick single-game road trip to Dallas, and with your empty calendar you're finally able to address what happened between you and Tony. NOTE: Surprises bitches (I say endearingly)! I'm dropping this early. The boys need all the support I can give them today. So this will just have to do. Kinks & TW: sex work, dry humping, hickeys/marking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, went pretty vanilla with this one, more feelings than we are used to. Word Count: 7700+

TAGLIST: @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @starshine-hockey-girl , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner , @fandomrejects

The team remained in Tampa for only a brief time after their longest road trip of the season. They were granted five days at home, just long enough to play Nashville in a short series of two games where each team was left with a single win. Then the team took the skies again, arriving in Dallas for a single game. They had arrived mid-day after a brief 2-hour flight. The single-game road trip had almost been enough to have you staying behind in Tampa as the team had planned to fly home after the game, but when the team was forced to book rooms for the night at a Dallas hotel that had started to feel more like home than your own appointment you had packed your bags and met the team on the tarmac. 

With the late landing giving you only a few hours before the game, your calendar was clear. Not a single appointment was on your calendar for the duration of the trip, and while it left you feeling they had wasted a seat on the plane on you, your company was always welcome. Especially as it came to be game time and you retired to the suite that looked over the rink. It was a box reserved for the Lightning organization, with enough seats for their social media team as well as the players that were scratched for the night. It wasn’t very often you enjoyed the company of the players during game time, the demands of keeping up appearances often consumed you. So you welcomed the opportunity to get to know those who were scratched or occupied the taxi squad. That night, Volcov, Alex Barre-Boulet, Gemel Smith, Luke Schenn, Andreas Borgman, Ben Thomas, and Chris Gibson occupied the suite. You sat among them with your laptop open on the table, casually working as the game played out below. 

The first period was a quiet one. With the expedition of a single goal at 3:55 scored by Brayden Point, his 11th of the season was assisted by Palat and Cirelli. Not even a single penalty was called. It may have been one of the quickest periods of hockey you had watched. 

The game really came to life in the second period as it was kicked off with an interference call against Palat. The Bolts were successful in the penalty kill, and minutes later the Stars themselves took a penalty for delay of game as they sent the puck over the glass. The Bolts were unsuccessful in their power play as well. It wasn’t long before the Stars tied the game with a goal of their own. A power-play goal was scored by Miro Heiskanan after Cal Foote had hooked Alexander Rudulov. It looked as if the game may go into the second intermission 1-1, but before the period could come to an end Mathieu Joseph had given the Bolts a 2-1 with assists from Maroon and Colton. 

It left morale high and the taxi squad boys rowdy as they stood up from their seats to indulge themselves in refreshments and conversation - but they could only be entertained by themselves for so long. 

Feeling an arm drape over the back of your chair you looked away from your computer screen and up to the player that was casually demanding your attention with the careful graze of his large hand against your back. You were greeted with the sweet smirk of Luke Schenn as his thumb traced circles around your back absentmindedly, “We’re going to head down to the locker room for the intermission, check in on the boys, hype them up for the third. Did you want to come?”

“You guys go on ahead, I’ve got to wrap some things up,” you assured him with a smile of your own. 

“You work too hard,” he punctuated the sentence with your name, his hand stroking over the breadth of a single shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze, “we won’t be long.”

“I’ll be here,” you assured him and watched as the boys left, leaving you alone in the box suite. For a short time, you let yourself become enthralled by your screen. You made quick work of your task before you closed the laptop and tucked it away in its bag. Now, you could really enjoy the rest of your night. You abandoned the barstool-like chair that had been set at one of the cocktail tables and indulged in the mini bar and snacks that were left in the suite. You knew you really shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t let it go to waste. With refreshments in hand, you found a more comfortable seat along the edge of the suite. The comfort was welcome as you nearly melted into your seat. Your head leaned back against the seat, your eyes falling shut as you took in a heavy relaxed breath and took in the sounds that were as close as you were going to get to silence: the chatter of the fans in attendance and the entertainment played up on the jumbotron. And while it was loud, one thing was louder: the voice of a stranger. 

“You’re new.”

Their words left you lurching in your seat, your drink spilling over your lap as you dropped it to reach for the armrest. Your heart thundered in your chest as you tried to recover your drink, putting it aside before you turned towards the source of the sound. In the doorway of the suite was none other than Tyler Seguin. 

“And you’re lost,” you quipped from your seat and made no effort to make any formal introductions with your unexpected visitor.

Seguin had been on the Stars Injured Reserve list since the end of the 2020-2021 season having torn the labrum in his hip sometime during the playoff run - the playoffs that had the Bolts hoisting the cup for the first time since 2004. While Seguin had been very much out of the spotlight during his recovery, it didn’t seem to stop him from being there for his team off the ice. He stood in the doorway dressed in a burgundy suit that left you feeling underdressed even though you too were dressed in business attire. Your eyes were drawn to it, and how his blazar opened as she reached a hand up to brace himself against the top of the door frame. It left you to admire how his tie had become loose as the night had gone on, and his shirt was loose fitting as he had come to unbutton the one button that would have left it tight across his chest and his tie hung loose and lazily over his chest.

Tyler wasn’t dressed for business, that portion of his night had ended, and now he was looking to cause trouble and it had led him to you - but something told you that it wasn’t you that he had been looking for. 

“I have to say, not many people complain when I walk into a room,” Tyler was charming and witty as he left the doorway and made his way into the suite. He grazed over the refreshments, picking up a sweet snack for himself on his way to the row of seats you occupied, more specifically the seat right beside you. “The last girl, Ella, she was much more welcoming…”

Ella. The slip of the woman’s name from his lips and repeated, echoed, haunted each of your thoughts as they raced through your mind. Not once before had you heard this time, and yet it made your skin crawl. Your mind spirals further when you let yourself really hear what Seguin had just said. The last girl. When you joined the media team, you had been filling a void, one that had been vacated at the end of the 2018-2019 season. Surely, Seguin was referring to the young woman who once worked for the media team - but one thought did not leave you: Had Ella been the first wife? 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you could hear it up into your ears as you reached down to grip the armrest tightly. Against your fingers, you could feel the warmth of Seguin’s body as he made himself comfortable. He spread his legs so that he could slouch casually as if he had sat beside you many times before, and he went as far as to have his knee come to rest against your own. You shifted away at the touch, but it only left him smiling - and that smile only seemed to grow as he leaned closer to you as if he had something to say, but you didn’t let him speak, not yet. 

“Don’t you have someone else you can entertain?” you bit out, and you felt the warmth of his laughter against your cheek. 

“Just doing my rounds, it’s good publicity-”

“It’s good publicity to bother the visitor’s media team?” You challenged him, letting your gaze meet his for the first time since he had sat down. His features were uncomfortably close. Every breath that escaped him could be felt on your face, and you could see every detail of his face from the warmth of his eyes to the quirk of his smile that told you that this man was more trouble than you could allow. Seguin was easily one of the most sought-after men in the NHL, and you had his undelivered attention. It made you uncomfortable in all the best ways, and you hated it - and what you hated more was the fact that any other woman would have killed to be in your position. 

“No this, this was just the last spot on my stop. A courtesy stop really, because it’s usually a group of boring men in here taking notes, wanting to ask too many questions - but the Bolts,” his low laughter punctuated his sentence as he dropped his voice into a low, alluring whisper, “they like to keep an attractive staff… I must say, you’re ever more pretty than the last one - though, she was a lot more fun.”

You held your breath as you felt Seguin's warmth encroach on you, his fit frame leaning in slightly over the armrest that divided you. Then came the touch of his hand on the collar of your shirt, tugging it away just enough for his thick fingers to drag over the sensitive mark on your neck that had been left there by Brayden during your flight to Detroit on the last road trip. 

“Though, they seem to be having their fun with you…” his words sent a shiver down your spine as your suspicions seemed to be all but confirmed. Whoever Ella was, wife or not, Seguin had taken a liking to her. She was the reason he was in this booth, with his suit relaxed and oozing with charm. If it had been another time, another place, it might have worked on you - but you were loyal to the team, and part of the team was walking right back through the suite door. 

“You seem to be lost, Seguin,” came Luke’s voice after the shuffling of footsteps. 

It drew your eyes back to the taxi squad, the sight of them bringing you a moment of relief. You’d never been happier to see them and it brought a smile to your features. As you smiled, Tyler laughed. He was far from intimidated by the likes of them, and instead of retreating he was leaning in to whisper in your ear to confirm all of your suspicions. “If you find that you’re up for a little fun after you take care of your boys tonight, give me a call.” 

Your smile faded as you felt his hand graze up against yours, his hot touch lingering for but a moment as he handed off a slip of paper to you. You didn’t need to look at it to know that his number was written across it. You balled it up in your fist, your gaze hardening as he stood up from his seat, satisfied. His message had been delivered, and with his unwanted audience, it was time for him to leave. 

“Enjoy the rest of the game boys,” Tyler gave them a cocky wave on his way out the door, but the boys paid no mind to him. 

The taxi squad had already turned all their attention to Luke, who lingered the closest to the doorway to make sure Seguin didn’t try to linger. He went as far as to look out into the hallway before looking back at his teammates, the clock that counted down the intermission, and at you before he was calling the shots.

“Volcov, Boulet - run downstairs, you’ve got a few before the period starts. Get the captain’s attention and let him know what happens,” the rush of words from his lips only fueled the feeling of urgency that bubbled in the depths of your stomach. 

It had you pushing yourself out of your seat and crossing your arms over your chest nervously. Then, you approached Luke who was turning his back on Volkov and Barre-Boulet. and turning his attention to you, “Hey,” his words were softly spoken as he reached out with both hands to take hold of your arms carefully, “you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you assured him, but your grip on the paper was growing tighter as you cast your glance downwards and spoke, “I tried to get him to leave…”

Your arms were left void of the heat of his touch as Luke reached up and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His gentle hold tilted your head back, his guidance forcing you to look up at him as he towered over you. Luke had never been an intimidating guy, and that didn’t change as he looked down at you with nothing but reassurance in his eyes. 

Your name slipped over his tongue as smooth as velvet then he spoke, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Someone should have been here-”

“You guys didn’t know he would be coming by, he’s on their long-term injured reserve…” As you spoke Luke traced his thumb along the angles of your chin and jaw slowly, his touch distracting as you tried to reassure him in return, “He wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“And he won’t be back,” Volkov cut in as he and Barre-Boulet returned to the suite. 

“You guys reach the captain?” Luke hummed as he let his hands fall from the smooth skin of your features. 

“He knows. The whole bench knows.”

“Good, that might just be the fire they needed to get through the game,” Luke nodded and moved to take his seat as the third period began behind him - but you didn’t let him get too far. 

“Wait-” Your hand was quick to reach out for his, your careful hold transferring the slip of paper from your hold to his, “take this, I don’t want it.” 

Luke took the slip from you, spreading out its wrinkles and its fold and taking in the sight of the numbers written in a messy scrawl. You had gripped it so tightly it threatened to rip under the stroke of his thumb, not that it would have mattered if it had as Luke was quick to dispose of it in the trash. 

“You would think the man’s run out of women in Dallas if he’s gotta come in here and try to steal our girl,” Luke tries to put you at ease with a semblance of a joke, his arm coming to drape around your shoulders to guide you back to your seat. Together you sat with the rest of the taxi squad and watched as the third period unfolded on the ice below. 

To start the period, it had been evenly matched with each team having their opportunities to get more points on the board - but the goaltenders were quick to snuff out any attempt. It was near halfway through the period when frustrations festered and the Bolts took a bench minor for too many men. It left you on the edge of your seat, your hand reaching out to squeeze Luke’s knee each time the Stars had a semblance of a scoring chance. You were put at ease when the boys pulled through and killed the penalty and later drew one from the Stars when Colton took a stick up high. It was on that power play the Bolts went up 3-1 with a goal from the Captain himself. He had heard the message back in the locker room and had sent one himself. They were determined to win. 

The efforts, however, almost seemed for not as the Stars were quick to come back in the final three minutes of the game with goals from Benn and Rudalov. The 3-3 score going into overtime left a sinking feeling in your stomach. Each passing second filled you with anxiety. The boys needed to win. Not for the standings. Not because it was a rematch of the previous year's Stanley Cup Final, but because of the message they were trying to send. 

Overtime wouldn’t be enough for the two teams that had become one of the season’s biggest rivalries, as after five minutes of play the score remained the same. The game would be sent to a shootout. 

Your anxieties only grew as you stood up from your seat and leaned up against the edge of the suite. You couldn’t just sit back and enjoy the game, not when sitting still felt impossible. You watched as the ice was cleared and the players took their seats on the bench. One by one they would take the ice, and up first, Jason Robertson. He was their rookie, and a hell of a good one too, which is why it didn’t surprise you when the puck met the back of the net almost effortlessly. With that goal, your stomach sank, your gaze flashing towards the squad in your company as they watched from their seats as Tampa sent out their first skater. 

“Ross?” You hadn’t meant to let his name slip from your lips at the sight of him down on the ice. You knew all too well that this was his first-ever shoot-out attempt with the team, and that in no way put you at ease. Cooper should have been sending out Pointer, Stamkos, or Killorn - the big guns when it came to your shoot-out, and yet Cooper was choosing to send out the rookie. No one would really know how he would make such an attempt, and with being as new to the league as he was the only players that would know his style of player were his teammates. 

You found yourself holding your breath as Ross skated in from center ice. His movements were quick, smooth, and effortless and his puck too found the back of the net. There was no containing your excitement at that moment as you shot up and let out a cheer that you were sure could be heard down on the benches as the rest of the 3,000 in attendance had been rendered to silence. 

The shootout would require three more shooters. First, the Stars sent out Pavelski whose shot would be saved. Then, the Bolts sent out Pointer whose shot would give the team the 2-1 advantage over the Stars going into who would be their final shooter. Rudalov would take the ice only to his a for his attempt to be snuffed out by Vasilevsky. 

It was a game worth celebrating, and yet as the hour drew late in the comfort of your hotel room you did not receive a single notification. It left you sprawled out across the bed, expression perplexed, as you pulled up your calendar and scrolled through the hours. Not a single appointment was scheduled, not that you could blame them. The team would be on a flight home come morning and the players returned to their wives before noon. 

Back during the lengthy 11-day road trip, that had you visiting 3 different cities, you wouldn’t have complained about getting to go to bed alone. Tonight, however, your mind threatened to spiral down the depths of the rabbit hole that was Ella, and you didn’t want to sleep alone. 

Your fingers were quick to fall on your contacts, your thumb scrolling through the players in your phone who were merely identified by their jersey number. Lips curled up into a tired smile as your thumb selected contact #71 and typed out a quick message: You still up?

The mere appearance of the ellipses as he typed was enough to have you moving for your bag that rested untouched in the armchair by the door. You didn’t need to dig through it to find what you were looking for, Cirelli’s sweatshirt had been the last thing you packed leaving it resting on top. You had been meaning to get it back to him but hadn’t yet found the opportunity - until now. Pulling it on over your head, you moved out into the hallway, and with a quick glance down at your phone you knew which room was your destination. 

You kept your head down as you moved through the hall, your strides quick and quiet as you snuck down the hall to Cirelli’s room. You didn’t have to knock when you arrived as Cirelli was waiting on the other side to ensure you weren’t waiting out in the hallway. While the two of you weren’t breaking any rules, you both acted with caution - especially since this was the first time you would be alone with him since the incident at the practice facility twenty days prior. 

It was all you could think about at the sight of him as the hotel room door was shut behind you. Its lock engaging was a mere echo in your mind as your eyes became fixated on the grasp of his hands around the handle. You thought of his hands often, an invading thought of how they felt tracing along your body, holding you, guiding you, fucking you. You hesitated in the doorway, your mind a mess as your hands balled the end of the too-long sleeves in your fists in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Even Tony’s words were lost on you, and it was the touch of his hand against your arm that pulled you back to reality. 

“Everything okay?” Tony raised a brow, his large hand giving your tricep and careful squeeze. 

“Yeah, I’m great actually,” you smiled up at him and directed your dazed stare up at his features. You must have caught him just before bed, his hair was a mess and he stood in nothing more than a pair of loose lounge pants. “My calendar is clear, and I was hoping that maybe we could watch a movie or something like we used to…”

Tony’s touch left you, his hand raising to card through his thick curls as he glanced back towards his bed and the tv, “you get comfy, I’ll get it all set up,” he smiled in return before taking his lazy strides towards the television, “what do you want to watch?”

“I’m not picky, really,” you assured him as you crawled up the length of his bed and settled yourself among the comfort of the pillows. You left them for but a moment to place your phone face down on the bedside table, but when you returned to their comfort you snuggled down into them. Your lips came to pout slightly when their scent was still reminiscent of the detergent used by the hotel and nothing like Tony's. It was one of the downsides of only being in the hotel for a single night. 

“Then you’re getting a Netflix classic,” he smirked, putting on one of the platform's most popular comedy series. You were sure Tony had probably seen each of their episodes many times, but it would be the perfect background noise. 

The bed shifted as Tony climbed into his spot beside you, and the two of you were quick to fall into old habits. His arm wrapped around you without a thought, its strength drawing you closer as the familiar jingle of the show filled the room. You could feel his thumb stroking over its familiar path along the length of your arm that was concealed by his sweater and as you snuggled a little bit closer you could feel his every breath. The warmth of his body in turn warmed you, and soon you found yourself snuggling in just a little bit closer - your hand was on his chest and you draped a single leg over his. His body was a familiar comfort, one that you hadn’t realized you had missed until he was consuming every single one of your senses but your tongue - and you were ready to change that. Leaning your head back you smiled up at Tony who was quick to meet your gaze. This wasn’t the same look you had given him all those nights ago in Nashville. There was no nervousness, no shame, and no reason for him to think he wasn’t allowed to kiss you. Yet, Tony hesitated. 

Raising his hand, Tony stroked over the smoke skiing off your cheek, his head shaking slowly from side to side as he let out a heavy breath that became your name on his lips. It sent a sinking feeling deep in your stomach, one that had you pulling away from his hold and pushing up to kneel in front of him on the bed. 

“What’s wrong, Tony?”

Your mouth went dry with worry, your hands slipping into the sleeves of his sweater that you wore just enough to grip at the fabric. It was a simple act to try to keep your mind from racing as your studied Tony’s features - but it was failing. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from sliding into worry. Had Tony decided that having any kind of relationship with you was too much? 

“I want to talk to you about what happened,” his words were heavy, and you didn’t need an explanation to know what exactly he was speaking to. While you have that conversation in the hallway back in Chicago, Tony wanted to talk about your fight and the events that led to the two of you being caught by Cooper. 

“There’s nothing to talk about-” You tried to shrug it off, but Tony was insistent.

“Don’t say that,” he sighed, his hand coming up to rake through his dark curls, “I’m not proud of what I did that day, and I need you to know that. I shouldn’t have done what I did that day - should have said what I said. I don’t want to sit here and make excuses but it’s fucking hard to sit back and watch this all happen. Watching you run off to your appointments with the rest of the time, and then there’s you and Ross-” Tony looked away when he said his teammate's name, a heavy breath shaking through his body as if it left a foul taste in his mouth. 

“I know this isn’t the most ideal situation to be in,” you sighed, a hand reaching out for his carefully before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “and I wish that it didn’t have to be this way, and I understand if you don’t want to do this anymore-”

“No, no,” he spoke quickly yet softly, “that’s not- fuck that. I tried being distant after what we did and it didn’t make it any easier. I still had to sit back and watch it all happen, but worst of all I had to watch as you did everything we did together with someone else.” His head lulled forward, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he gripped your hand a little tighter, “I’m glad you’re here tonight, and I really am sorry for what I did. It wasn’t right-”

“Then make it right, Tony,” you told him firmly, and for a moment there was only silence that hung between you as his warm gaze raised to meet your own. 

It was a silence that left you biting your lip as you leaned in a little closer to him, his hand coming back up to rest on your cheek as he moved away from the support of the headboard. His hand guided you in a little closer, and he was meeting you halfway as his lips came down on yours as if it were the first time back in Nashville again. It was a feather-light kiss, his lips dragging over yours slowly and coaxing a gasp from your lips. The kiss had been gentle, but it was only the beginning. The moment you reciprocated the kiss, Tony’s hands found your hips and pulled you into his lap. 

You straddled him, your hands seeking out anything to clutch onto. Fingertips dragged over the muscles of his chest, and up over his shoulders. You didn’t stop until your fingers were knitted in the thick strands of his curls, tugging his neck back just enough to coax him into parting his lips further to allow you to taste his tongue. That alone was not enough to satisfy you, but instead only left you craving more of him. You didn’t have to tell Tony that, not with your words anyway. He could feel it in the motions of your body as you stroked down the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers, and how your lips began to roll in a slow rhythm against his thighs. With each rotation of your hips, the friction between your clothed core and his thigh sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, but it wouldn’t be enough to leave you satisfied. 

Tony’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers dragging in as he drew your hips forward so you rested higher on his lap - and it was there you could feel him between your legs. Stiff and ready for you, yet Tony didn’t rush things. He guided you over him slowly, the eagerness of his cock pressing up into you as he kissed you deeply, slowly, without haste. Tony had a hunger for you, but he was going to enjoy you like a satisfying meal instead of a late-night binge that would only leave you with an insatiable hunger for more. 

When your body had fallen into the rhythm set out by his guidance, Tony’s hands began to wander. His touch moved over your waist, wrinkling his sweater as he pushed it up. The friction between the fabrics had your shirt peeling off with it as you listed your hands up and pulled back from his lips just enough for Tony to remove the layers from your body. The rush of your fabric over your ears was almost enough to disorient you as your head was already spinning with pleasure, and it left you whining as Tony’s lips failed to return to yours. With your skin exposed to him now, Tony wanted to explore it. 

His mouth was on your neck when his strong-armed wrapped around you, hoisting you up from his lap to lay you out on the bed. Tony moved with you, his lips never once leaving your skin. He placed slow and sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the angle of your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva to be cooled by the air as his mouth made its descent. Down your body his mouth travelled, his lips embracing your body with his careful kiss. They had first graced your collarbone, following its subtle angle down to the swell of your breast. He lingered there, focusing on one and then the other to assure he would leave his mark before kissing down between their valley and over the gore of your bra. From there he peppered kisses down the length of your stomach and only stopped when he hit the waistline of your pants. 

It was there he hesitated, leaning his head back just enough to look up at you through the curls that had fallen down into his face - silently asking you for permission to continue on the off chance that you wanted him to stop. You nodded quickly in response, your own hands going to your pants to push them from your body as Tony made quick work of his own clothes. They were tossed into a heap on the floor with your own, before he was back in the bed and finding his place between your thighs. Tony braced himself over you, his hand pressing firm into the mattress beside your head as he reached the other down between your legs. Two fingers brushed over your clit, a teasing graze that left your hips wiggling, before they traced over your entryway that was slick with your need for him. You watched as his jaw slacked at just how effortlessly he was able to slide two fingers into your core with your arousal, a ghost of a moan on his lips as he coaxed one from your own lips. 

Each plunge of his fingers inside your cunt was enough to leave you reeling, your teeth coming down to bite at your lower lip until it throbbed. You needed to be quiet. Your calendar was empty, and if anyone overheard you, there would be far too many questions to answer - but it was quickly becoming too much to contain. With both hands you reached up, your careful touch meeting his face as you guided him back down to your lips. As they met in a slow, opened-mouth kiss, you used it to muffle the moan that had so desperately wanted to escape. 

“Tony,” you muttered his name softly against his lips before your words became a begging plea, “Tony, please. I want to come around your cock, not your fingers-” 

Tony shuttered between your legs at your words, and he released a heavy breath that washed over your face in a blossom of heat. His lips were left to merely graze yours as he ease your fingers from your core. You held his gaze as you felt him working between your legs to grasp at his cock and soon he was dragging the head of his cock up and down the slick arousal of your cunt. He guided it up and down, then up and down again before he was guiding his cock inside you with his hand and the careful pressure of his hips. His fingers had primed you, and yet his cock continued to spread your walls with his careful thrust. Tony had thrust into you abruptly like he had the first time he had fucked you. No, this time he was gentle as he guided his cock in merely halfway. It was then he began his careful thrusts, easing himself in another inch at a time as your core allowed. 

Soon, Tony had fallen into a steady rhythm, his thrust slow and firm as he plunged into your core until he was balls deep. He took his time with you, his thrusts not hesitant but meticulous as were the rest of his caresses and kisses as he fucked you. Tony refused to lose control, to fall into the brash emotion of jealousy that had consumed him all those days ago when he had taken you for the first time. The graze of his touch, and strokes of his tongue each one of them had been selfless as he was driving to the brink of pleasure. This was how he wanted to fuck you for the first time, so sweet and tenderly, and he wasn’t going to stop until you were quivering around his cock. 

Careful hands guided your legs up from the bed and let them wrap around his hips with ease. A low moan quaked through your body as he was able to ease in a little deeper now, and it left you digging your heels into his lower back. Your hips rolled to meet his every thrust and your head lulled back almost dreamily into the mattress that the pleasures of his cock began to consume you - but it wasn’t until you watched his own expression begin to falter. Tony’s blinks became long, and his breathing a little more laboured as his own climax began to wash over him - and you could feel him trying to resist. His thrusts became inconsistent and shallow and his eyes shut tight as he did all he could to fight it, but the touch of your hand against his cheek was quick to coax his eyes back open. 

He stared down at you with an almost dazed look, his expression soft as the pressure of your heels guided him back inside you fully. “Don’t hold back, Tony,” you muttered, “I don’t have to be first,” your words were a reassuring breath as you flexed your core around him. 

While your words softened his face once more, you could still feel the hesitation in each thrust. “Tony, I’m so close,” you did your best to encourage him, and your words weren’t untruthful. His every touch was bringing you closer and closer, your core on the very edge of your climax but it was craving one thing; “I want to feel it - I want to feel you come, Tony. Fill me up Tony, I’m yours-”

Your words were broken by a moan as Tony gripped your hips and thrust into you quickly. His pace hastened and he thrust in deeper than he had all night and he didn’t slow, not even as his cock began to twitch with pleasure and flooded your core with his cum. You could feel it as it consumed your core in waves, and oozed down along his cock as he fucked his own cum from you. It was the final push you needed to be thrown over the edge. Your legs began to tremble, your ankles locking to keep your legs from slipping down from his hips. Your body was consumed by your every uneven breath as you threw your head back into the mattress and your walls throbbed with pleasure around his cock, desperate to keep every bit of him inside you. 

It was a pleasure that left you both smiling, Tony coming down to place playful kisses along your lips as you both plummeted from the highs of pleasure. It coaxed soft laughter from your lips as he eased himself from you, and came to lay beside you on the bed, the kisses never seizing but instead travelling over your cheeks and neck. It was only when Tony became consumed by the scent of you that he buried his face in your neck and let himself relish in it. You welcomed the feeling of his hot breath as it washed over your skin, the warmth aiding in bringing you calm and the threat of sleep was rapidly approaching. 

Your head lulled into his carefully, your cheek resting against his soft curls as you took in a deep breath of your own. You wanted to fall asleep like that, with his body intertwined with yours - “Tony,” you hummed out, “can I sleep here tonight?”

Drawing back, Tony looked down at you with a soft expression, “of course you can.”

His hand came up to stroke your cheek slowly, and it felt as if it were just you and Tony in the world - and that you didn’t have 21 other men who needed your love and affection - and you intended to take advantage of every moment of it. 

“I’m just gonna get cleaned up, and we should get some sleep, we have a flight early in the morning,” you told him softly as you pulled away from him, and your body protested the cold of the room in an instant. You wanted his touch, his warmth. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reached over and picked up his sweater from the floor. It didn’t quite smell like him anymore, but it would keep you warm enough until you could crawl back into his bed. “I’ll just be a minute,” you assured and disappeared into the bathroom. 

You let the water run and you used the bathroom, letting the temperature of the water reach what you liked before you washed your hands and splashed your face. It was a desperate attempt at your nightly routine that you had left behind in your room - but this would be sufficient enough, especially when you had Tony and sleep waiting for you - but when you returned to the main room Tony was not in the bed. 

Brow furrowed as you looked from the bed to the tv screen that had gone black and finally to the bedroom door Tony stood dressed in his lounge pants and his back to you. You hadn’t heard a knock on the door, and you had half the mind to retreat back into the bedroom to hopefully go unseen but that idea was completely abandoned when Tony turned back to look at you, giving you a complete view of the player that stood beyond the door in the hallway: Ross. 

He stood there almost awkwardly, his face absent of the smile that would send butterflies into your stomach. Instead, he wore a look of concern and in his hands, he held his phone the screen bright for Tony to see. 

“What is going on?” you bit out in a harsh whisper as you moved into the main room and towards the door with little regard for the fact that you weren’t wearing any pants and that the remnants of Tony had begun to drip down the inside of your thighs. 

You moved straight for the doorway, Tony moving out of your way as you reached out to take Ross by the arm. You tugged Ross into the privacy of the hotel room, assuring that the door closed firmly behind him. It was only then you reached for the phone, the screen almost blinding against your tired eyes. In big bold letters it had become clear as to why he had come looking for you, he had an appointment. 

“Ross, this isn’t funny,” you sighed as you let your thumb drag down over the details of the appointment. He hadn’t made it from himself, why would he? He had no wife or girlfriend waiting for him back home, he didn’t need anyone’s permission to spend a night with you. No, this appointment was made only minutes ago on the captain's orders. 

“I didn’t even know you were here,” Ross admitted, his words soft almost apologetic as he looked between you and Tony, “I was here to-”

“Ask for my permission?” Cirelli cut in, his voice pushing the edge of hostility. 

“To tell you I wasn’t going to go through with it,” Ross clarified. 

Tony shook his head slowly, a low laugh erupting from his throat as he leaned up against the wall to put some distance between him and Ross. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about you, if you don’t do this-” He cut himself off as he raised a hand to run over his jaw, he didn’t like what he was about to say. 

“What are you trying to say, Tony?” You pressed gently. 

“You need to keep your appointment with Ross, and the captain needs to hear it.”

“Cirelli-” Ross started to protest, but you cut him off with your own. 

“He’s right, Ross. The two of you have been at odds since the moment you got here because of me. You’re part of this team, and you don’t seem to be going anywhere. He needs to know that the two of you are willing to put everything behind you, and the only way he’s going to be able to see that is for this to happen.”

Your words hung heavily in the air as you moved from the doorway to the heap of clothes on the floor. You sorted through them quickly, pulling on your panties and your bottoms before grabbing your phone from the bedside table. Standing there, you looked down at your phone as you held it in your hands, your eyes fixated on the calendar notification that was meant to inform you of your appointment with Ross. Taking a steady breath, you found your composure and returned to the doorway where Ross waited almost anxiously. 

He offered you a crooked smile as you returned to him, but his eyes were quick to return to Tony, “Are you sure? I don’t need to do this man-”

“I’m sure,” it was only with Tony’s assurance that a spark of excitement returned to Ross’ features, his lips quirking up at the corners. He wanted you, but he had been trying to put his teammate first. It almost brought Tony’ to laughter once more, his head shaking slowly, “you could at least try to hide the fact that you’re not disappointed.”

Ross could only manage a soft chuckle in response, his hand raising to rub modestly over the back of his neck. He could only play coy for so long. 

“You are trouble, Ross Colton,” you told him firmly, tossing your phone at him before you turned to Tony and took him in your arms. You held him tight, your face resting against his chest as he craned to place a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “good night, Tony.”

“Good night,” he sighed your name into your hair before he let you go, his own hand reaching out to get the door for you and Ross. He watched as you both moved out into the hallway, but you had only made it a few steps before he was calling out after his teammate. The pair held a long glance, Tony’s softened expression meeting Colton’s which had grown bright at the prospect of getting to spend his night with you. Tony’s words were heavy and strained as he spoke out one last time before he could let you both go, “Colton, you treat her right.”

#anthony cirelli #nhl imagine #hockey smut #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #nhl players #rpf #nhl smut #;; the road wife

[itsnotyouithink]

I’M ALL IN.

cheryl blossom x fem!reader x son!oc

summary; reader is a hardworking teen mother who balances between school and motherhood. after the contradicting thoughts of her girlfriend meeting her son swarm her mind, it makes life a bit tougher. but, with the help of her supportive girlfriend, cheryl blossom, life gets a little bit easier.

part two

type; fluff

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Motherhood. It’s a point in life where most women have children when they’re out of high school and college, and have a husband who has a comfy job. Y/N didn’t fit into any of those boxes besides the one that checked high school.

During her Freshman Year of high school, attending Riverdale High School, she went to a party by Sweetwater River and ended up drunk, sitting by the shore of the small waves. David Santos, the football star and certified Senior party boy. He had the looks, the charms, the grit. He had the Leonardo DiCaprio haircut that made him look like he was from Grease.

He took her by the woods and had his way with her—they were too drunk and stupid to use protection.

And she really should’ve listened to her mother when she told her to start taking birth control for her cramps.

A month later, she was two weeks late on her period—and she was never late. Her best friend, Reggie Mantle, drove to the corner store by Pops Diner. He was there for her when she broke down in sobs when the pregnancy test came back positive, he was there for a lot of it.

Then, 9 months later, a beautiful baby boy was brought into the world. His innocent eyes looked up towards his mother who looked down at him like he was her Heaven and Earth—because he was. Cristiano Santos was Y/N’s pride and joy. She may have had to walk through the walls of hell while rumors of her being pregnant were thrown at her, but she would’ve done it again, and again, and again for her baby boy.

It was one day during school, that her science teacher had her partnered with Cheryl Blossom—the raining queen and bitch of Riverdale High.

Your friendship with Cheryl wasn’t classified as a friendship. It was more of acquaintances. She didn’t exactly bully you, nor was nice to you. When the rumor first broke that you were pregnant, she did give you a few dirty looks. “How could she get pregnant? It’s only Freshman Year. What a whore.”

She invited you over to her house where you saw the glooming, cheerless nature of Thistlehouse. As you went to knock on the door, the door flung open to Toni Topaz—Cheryl’s best friend.

Toni Topaz was a gorgeous girl, everyone knew that. Her bad girl physique but totally huggable exterior made her one of your friends when the switch with the Southside coming to Riverdale High. After quick small talk, she let you in where you got the best representation of Cheryl Blossoms mind through the decor of the house.

From then on, it was always Cheryl’s house—not yours, hers. Cheryl would admit that after both of you started dating, she was worried about the reason why you never asked her to come inside when she dropped you home from your date.

“Here, I’ll walk you inside?” Cheryl smiled towards her girlfriend who gave a wonky smile back. You nervously laughed, “I would love you to, but, my Dad is probably home and he thinks I’m sleeping right now.”

“It’s 8pm”

You glanced at the clock on your phone. It’s 8pm. “Uh, he likes to, y’know, make me go to sleep early. Something about resting my bones and mind.”

Cheryl squinted her eyes and shifted in her convertibles seat. She hummed, “Mhm, right…”

You nodded with a close lipped smile, “Well, I had a great night. Thank you for treating me at Pops, It’s my treat next time. See you tomorrow at school!” She quickly mumbled before unclipping her seatbelt and leaving the car.

Cheryl watched as her girlfriend waved from her door and quickly unlocking it, slipping in and closing the door in one swift motion.

Cheryl tapped her heel lightly on the concrete of the Y/L/N household. It was only you and your dad after your mother had left right before Freshman Year—your reason of going to that stupid party.

She lifted her hand and cleared her throat, knocking on the door three times. A faint response was heard behind the door with the following of a crying child. The door opened with a swoosh and Cheryl immediately smiled. Y/N was in an oversized shirt with Harry Potter’s face on it and basketball shorts. Her hair was flawlessly at her sides and her face was shocked at the least. “Cher, what are you doing here.”

The redhead smiled, “I brought you scones freshly baked from Thistlehouse’s very own oven. Baked with love and kindness.” She lifted up the basket, “You didn’t answer the phone or my text messages, so, I thought I would just come here myself.”

“That’s really nice, but it’s a really bad time—” Y/N sentence was cut short by the sound of a toddler crying in the living room. She sighed and glanced over to the room. “No, Cris, you can’t do that!” She told her 2 year old son who was playing with blocks. The toddler aggressively threw one towards the wall in a fit of anger.

The young mother sighed and quickly walked over to her angry son. The front door was left open, Cheryl taking the small opportunity to step inside the dimmed house. She watched as her girlfriend kneeled beside a tan boy with dimples and dark brown hair. She swiftly picked him up into her arms, as the boy buried his face into the crook of her neck. “What’s wrong, baby?” She asked in a sweet voice.

Cheryl watched in awe.

The boy sniffled, “It broke.” He rubbed his teary eyes with the back of his hand and pointed to the broken action figure of Spider-Man—his favorite. “Mama, it broke!” He weeped.

It had finally connected and clicked into place within the labyrinth of Cheryl’s mind. The boy in her girlfriends arms was her child—her son. She now knew why you were so afraid to show her house to Cheryl. And it was because of the judgment she may feel from a fiery, judgmental Cheryl Blossom that Riverdale High knew. But hadn’t you realized that she was different around her. She was nice, caring, thoughtful, kind, romantic—the complete opposite of what she was in those halls to all the lowlifes. To everyone except you.

“Cheryl.” You slightly lifted your voice to grab her attention. Cheryl hadn’t realized she was staring at the broken Spider-Man toy on the carpet floor. The redhead slowly nodded, signaling you had her attention. The boy that was as on the carpeted floor once crying, had his hands around your neck with his face shoved into the crook of your neck. Small sniffles were heard. “Uh, this is Cristiano. My s—”

“Son.” She quickly cut you off, “He’s your son.”

You cleared your throat and slowly nodded. You turned your head towards the boy in your arms, “Saluda a nuestra invitada, Cris.” (Say hello to our guest, Cris.)

Cheryl took a mental note to take Spanish lessons. Even if it were a few phrases.

The brown haired boy sent a small wave to the redhead. The striking features of the boy resembled his mother in an instant. “I’m sorry, Cher. I should’ve introduced you to him sooner.” You stammered. “I, uh, just didn’t want you to runaway, I guess.”

You carefully placed Cris down beside you. He quickly ran off back to his broken toy. The small pout in his lips made you sigh. You knew he would be okay in a few minutes after he turns his attention to his other toys. It happened often.

The redheads eyes softened, a hand being brought to your cheek with a light smile. “Nothing will make me runaway, Y/N/N. You’ve seen my family! I’m honestly surprised you haven’t ran away from me.”

“You know I would never, Cher.” You reassured her. She smiled and pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled away quickly after and leaned her forehead against yours, her arms wrapped around your waist while yours was loosely around her neck. You softly played with the hairs on the nape of her neck.

You smiled before placing a quick kiss on her red coated lips. “Alright, time for bed.” You told your son, Cheryls arms around your waist. You watched Cris pout with his arms crossed and walk over towards the both of you.

“Ma!” He whined. He pulled at the bottom of your shirt. You felt the vibrations of your girlfriend giggling from behind you.

“How about you go show Cheryl your Marvel bedsheets.” You suggested. He nodded and took her hand, quickly dragging her with him as he ran down the short hallway.

You giggled as you saw Cheryl glance one more time with a large and happy smile. You were happy that they finally got to meet. However, you still felt the guilt of keeping Cris away from her eyes like a dirty secret. If it weren’t for your overthinking, and self-doubt, you would’ve introduced them way sooner.

So, as you turn the corner and lean on the doorway to Cris’ room, you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you watch your girlfriend intently listen to your son mumble about his Spider-Man sheets in a language he only understood.

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“I want to apologize.” You glanced up at Cheryl who was silently running her fingers through the ends of your hair. The two of you were settled on the couch after you put Cris to bed for the night. Your father still wasn’t home from work, leaving the house to yourselves. You leaned your head back on her chest as she squeezed your hand. “No need to apologize, Ma cherie. I’m not mad or…upset. However, a mention would’ve been appreciated.”

You sighed, “I feel so guilty. I should’ve told you sooner, and if it wasn’t for my overthinking and my thoughts of you possibly wanting to run—”

The redhead interrupted you quickly, “I’m not going to run, babe. Have you met my mother?” Both of you giggled and you smiled, your gaze locking with the brown eyes you adored so so so much.

“You sure you don’t wanna run?” You asked one last time.

“Babe—”

“I know, I know. But, there’s a lot that comes here. There’s school pickups and drop offs, a 3rd person on dates sometimes, a child barging in at 3AM when he has a nightmare, issues with his father—”

“Who is a total idiot.”

“Yes, who’s a total idiot. But my point is, it’s a big job, Cher.” You rested your chin against the back of your hand that was resting on top of the redheads chest. Cheryl smiled, one hand gently on your cheek.

“A job that I’ll happily take. You’re my everything and if that means taking care of a child when I’m still in high school then so be it. I love you, Y/N/N and loving you means that Cris comes too, than I’m obviously all in.”

“You love me?” You whispered. Cheryl had a smile spread across her gorgeous face. A small laugh escaping, “Of course I love you, Y/N/N. How could I not.”

“Well, I love you too. And, for the record, I’m all in too.”

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom x reader #fanfic #madelaine petsch #fiction #aesthetic #reader insert #motherhood #mother #riverdale #riverdale x reader #reggie mantle #madelaine x reader #madelaine petsch x reader

[iam93percentstardust]

This Life is Sweeter Than Fiction: Debut

The start of an age! I'm so excited to get to share this new verse with you! I've been working on this pop star Tony AU for almost a year, and with the Latin American leg of the tour starting today, I thought it was finally time to share it with you 💚💚💚 (updates weekly)

Beautiful Eyes

They already think he’s crazy for moving out all this way with just his guitar and demo CD, told him that everyone moves out to Nashville thinking they’re gonna get discovered, just wait and see, so who is he to think he’s better than the rest of them? There are four other people just in his grade who are trying to get picked up by a label. Tony’s dreams aren’t special. And he gets that, really he does, but he is special. How many of those kids are writing their own songs? How many of them can play four instruments? How many of them have gigs every single week? He’s special, he’s different, and he’s good. It’s not crazy to think that someone will notice that about him, is it?

A Place in This World

Tony sits down at the table, uncaps the pen, and takes a look at the contract. The places where he’s supposed to sign are tabulated, so he can easily find them throughout the contract, but he’s read it so many times over the last few weeks that he can recite the entire thing practically by heart. He finds the first spot where he’s supposed to put his signature, takes a deep breath—no backing out now, he’s actually going to do this—and signs.

The Outside

“Tony, come and meet your band!” Stane calls jovially from where he’s standing by the steps to one of the Sakura Street World Tour buses. Holy shit, Tony’s tour bus. Or, well, not just his, he still has to share it with some of his band, but it’s a whole lot more than he thought he’d ever get just six months ago. Stane is standing with a group of people, all adults, and Tony has the sudden realization that that’s his band. If he’s lucky, he’ll be working with these people for a longtime (if he’s really lucky, it might even be the rest of his life).

Stay Beautiful

“Ru, look, you are really someone, just ask anyone. You’re beautiful, every little piece of you, just absolutely incredible. And you’re so talented and charismatic. I love that you take pictures at every one of your stops and put them up above you bunk, I love that you know everything about your band members, I love that you scheduled a stop on this tour just so that your drummer could have that destination wedding she wanted. And you know, my mom used to tell me this thing back when I was younger and wondering if I was ever going to find everything I was looking for.” “What?” Rumiko asks, wiping her nose on the napkin again. “Stay beautiful,” Tony says.

Should've Said No

Dating Rumiko is like dating no one else that Tony has ever been with. When she first talks about him in an interview she’s giving to Vanity Fair, telling the interviewer what a lovely person he is and how grateful she is to have gotten to know him, it sets him to blushing deep enough that Jarvis comments his hair will turn red if he stays like that. That night, when he sneaks into Rumiko’s hotel room, he’s almost—not quite, but almost—tempted to let her take things further, but something stops him. Looking back on it years later, he’ll think it’s a good thing that that something had stopped him.

Picture to Burn

“Obie won’t approve it" Tony says. "It’s in my contract. I’m not supposed to perform any of my own songs on this tour other than what he’s approved. Besides, don’t you think people will get upset that I’m calling them out? I don’t want to get labeled as some hysterical omega bitch.” Natasha looks at him and says, “Let them call you a hysterical omega bitch. They did shitty things, and they’ll keep doing them if someone doesn’t stop them. Don’t you think they should get called out for it?”

#alle writes #verse: this life is sweeter than fiction #long post

[cherizzx]

Brat...

Any character x Black/ Spoiled reader

(Reader grown up sucking on a sliver spoon yall! and this diver is by F2u or something simliar I didnt see a user but its not mine please tell nn me who it is bc i found it on smb fic)

Imagine you're a rich bitch with a rich ass man on you. I mean you grew up always having a hefty amount of cash, daddy and mommy jobs paid them thousand every year, so you've always had the nicest things! Look at Reader/ Last Name! new shoes, pretty hair with the cutest curls, and that bawdy always gave home fed.

Now going to school you wasn't mean just a little ditzy, your mommy and daddy didn't want you to know a single thing about the bad world besides, you're not going into to politics so who care right? WRONG!

You're a good girl, and good girls need to know about the bad guys and girls who can tamper with that golden heart of yours or that golden egg in your pretty purse.

But he wouldn't because why? Rich girl with no idea of the world and it's trouble? He wouldn't think to slip a hand on that plump ass and say it because people are looking at you nor would he hug you and put his face in your neck to shield you from his friends?

" BUT! - BUT BABY WHYYYY!??"

You whined loudly in your boyfriend's chest, his body blocking the front door and looking down your frame; strong muscles folded over his arm and his brow furrowed just a bit.

" Doll face, now you know you not tellin me everything hm?

I roll my eyes and stomp my feet looking away from his sharp gaze, ya see we trying to go to this party right, and big dude won't let us go without looking over whose there, where, when who and why all the five damn w's we learned in English class.

" I told you! Lisa, Tanya, and Simone are going and it's Toni;s party baby!"

" I know that doll but where Toni's house?"

Dammit, I failed to mention Tanya is Toni friend and not mines, so that girl house is forgin to my mind but I put up a front and just tell him a random address; to which he looks up her gosh dammit house! I mean he dont truat me or somwthing?

" Hm..You said 4561 Danbury Ave?

" Yes baby now can you move??"

" Your a bad liar, this is the address to a Kroger"

I thought it was Walmart; I just look up shocked and he just chuckles shaking his head. He put his hand on my cheek, and I lean into it subconsciously and he rubs my check. I looked into his eyes, and he just has a disappointment I looked down and he just sighs.

" All I want is for you to be safe baby...but I see you just wanna be a brat huh?"

His tone is now dark and cold, I look up at him but, his hand moves my head back down. I stutter out apologizes but he covers my mouth and shushes me.

" You know, you've never told me about Toni"

" She's Tanya's friend! And I thought I could get to know her."

" So where the address? Did she invite you?"

" Well, no but-"

" Then you don't know anything huh stupid girl? You think she's all nice and giggles huh? Because of a dumb conversation you had over shoes she's the worlds' brightest star?"

" No! But if I got to know her"

" Dammit girl! She could be a fucking axe murder and YOU would've been next because you want to ' make friends. "

He never yelled at me before, I jump at his tone and his grip tight a smidge, he lifts my face up and he has now a sad look on his face. I start to feel bad putting my hand on his cheek apologizing solemnly but, he shakes his head putting my head away from his face.

" Your too naive.... I think I've been too soft on you doll" He pauses.

"Upstairs...On the bed, take that tiny ass top off baby and get pick three toys baby. And make on the spread bar."

When he said the bar, my head shot up and I shook my head backing to the couch.

" No- no baby! I think we can talk it out ya'know? you don't have to use that righttt? It was a silly mistake and-"

" ENOUGH!"

He voices booms and I jump again and look up at him, his face furious and stature tense. He walks up to me and hold my chin up roughly and whispers.

" Your already in deep shit doll face, I suggest you get up there and look realll pretty for me yea? Because after this...ion think you'd wanna lie to my face again, right?"

I just nod and quickly jogged up the stairs in my heels, I take off the tiny ass top that I had and peeled off the thong, heels, and wiped my make except for the eyeliner off. I grabbed the bar, a bullet vib, and his favorite and I lay on the bed face down ass up when the door open, OMG IM GOING TO DIEEE!

" Turn around reader."

"Yes sir..."

I turn around and sat on his lap hoe he likes and he holds my face gently.

" I'm sorry for yelling baby, but you know how I feel about lying and lied about a bad thing baby."

" I know! But! I never get to go somewhere without, and I wanted to see the girls and stuff, so when I didn't have the address I panicked, I'm sorry sir."

He twirls a curl from my head and kisses my cheek, he tells me it's alright but I'm still getting. my punishment.

" I'm going to let you pick which toy first baby but first, spread'em"

*Cue the big and freaky scene*

After 55 rounds and tears later, he runs me a bath and carries me to the tub gently laying me down. Tired and sleepy I let him clean my body and put on fresh clothes on me. He lays me besides him and as I fall into slumber I whisper 'goodnight.'

" Goodnight...Brat"

A.N: (I FINISHED AND PHEW IM DONE! yall this my could've been for alot of my mans but, yall this one is like for my girls who think Gojo and damn Armin aint no strong, dom, daddy baby that big NANAMI AND ERWIN! no hate tho I love Gojo and Armin but...he just dont give big daddy he gives like frat or sum. But, tell me if yall like it!!)

#black reader #chubby reader #black fem reader #x black reader #jjk #x chubby reader #astv miguel #jjk nanami #erwin smith #trafalgar law #mha

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dumb things my friends and I have said: 2023!

part one: january - march apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, and capslock-implied yelling :)

“Am I okay? Maybe. Probably not though.”

“Well she deserves to look old.”

“Got spotted throwing it back...”

“I have never wanted to be someone else as badly as I want to be that bitch.”

“Should I be the most vampiric person in the Petsmart today?”

“Accidentally became a femboy again.”

“Femboys are a dime a dozen and simultaneously so rare.”

“MOTHERFUCKER CAN YOU LOOK?”

“Ooh, look at me, I answered a fucking question.”

“This is only proving that I either have a hyperfixation or a problem.”

“Ugh, it smells like a bathroom in here.”

“He scarred those poor people for life, and he’s my idol.”

“That man has never shotgunned anything in his life.”

“Okay, so I didn’t realize how midnight it was.”

“My teeth feel like there’s an Apple airpod in my mouth.”

“We can only commit crimes Tuesday to Thursday, after hours.”

“Ahh, Cheez-Its. My one true love.”

“Grease Lightning thought automatic cars were cool.”

“I was having loud reactions in my home. That were not voluntary.”

“I feel like a Waffle House that closed due to weather.”

“My humor is that of a roach.”

“I would Toot Canal him so hard.”

“Eat shit, lint-licker.”

“We all know ‘draw background’ killed your grandma.”

“Lo and behold, guess what you did boy. You died.”

“That man read Fifty Shades of Gray and thought it was based on a true story.”

“The way my arm just bent is NOT fictitious.”

“The things I’d do to be in a microwave right now.”

“Actually, YOU should shoot MY ass― That was bad, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not ACTUALLY meth because what the fuck, but it’s like meth’s goody two shoes cousin.”

“I have no defense but I also have no shame.”

“Wait a minute, I want free money just for being gay.”

“I CAN PISS LSD?”

“I was less depressed, but significantly higher.”

“No no, you have my permission to call me a slur.”

“You have the reaction time of a sandal.”

“Sorry, you’re saying I can’t think catboys are hot?”

“I used to have a last name, but she took that in the divorce too.”

“Oh, HA, the AI called the wrong person a Jew!”

“I don’t even lose an hour of sleep, I lose an hour of being awake.”

“Those are my brain cells. They are dying.”

“Deadass built like a Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2 NPC.”

“I need to go home. I’m about to be so mean to an optician.”

“I need to eat my fucking keyboard, I’m so sick of these people.”

“The written language is a light switch and my ADHD is the Spongebob Nosferatu flickering the lights.”

“Violence isn’t an emotion, but it is now.”

“The worst part about dying is that I lost the spaghetti.”

“If it’s gay to be time-efficient, then I don’t wanna be straight.”

“I shat in it for flavor and then pissed to fill it up.”

“He got bitchified.”

“I’m ready to finally be a bitch.”

“Oh, so we’re seeing Star Wars characters now?”

“I wasn’t bullying you. You were just suffering in my regime.”

“Who needs art when I have infinite rizz?”

“He can’t tell you he likes you all the time? Lame.”

“Reason has left the chat.”

“Fuckin’ dump a gallon of bleach and ammonia into a toilet and just lock the doors.”

#rp starters #rp ask meme #rp starter meme #rp meme #inbox meme