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lyomeii · 1 year

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i’m here to help

->warnings: none(?), this can be read either as platonic or romantic, male reader but with pronouns as you.

-> request by anon! Rogue, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner with a reader who can't control his powers

-> a/n: first writing of the mutants! I am excited with this one, so let’s go~ and short because I have to take my other wisdom teeth today.

ANNA “ ROUGUE” MARIE

-> she saw herself on you. scared, full of anxiety and doubts about the powers you carry. she decides to help you in control it or at least help you to not hurt more people you care about.

-> if you power is a physical one like hers, rougue gives you clothing to hide your skin to give the confidence to be closer to the others without hurting them. but if your power aren’t physical ones, she will training to control it with the help of others.

-> either ways, she is there for whatever occasion or any problem happen. rougue wants to make sure you feel comfortable around and look up to her all the time.

SCOTT “ CYCLOPS” SUMMERS

-> he saw many cases like yours, however, you are way stronger than mutants he met in the past. too impulse, too powerful and too scared about yourself. Scott immediately decided to help you.

-> he takes you under his wing and train you to become the best version of yourself, that process takes a slowly, but effective results on you and scott is proud of it. seeing someone like you growing up to become brave and confident is a rewarding experience for both of you.

JEAN “ MARVEL GIRL” GREY

-> her powers are powerful and dangerous, just like you, yet there is difference between you and her. Jean knows how to control it and you don’t.

-> jean become someone who you can trust to help you. her calm voice, her patience and understanding make her the perfect teacher for you to learn how to properly use your gift, surprisingly or not, didn’t took much time to you learn it.

-> many were impressed by your development and jean is the one who complimented you the most. her smile and attitude help you since the beginning, yet there is a long way to make you use your full capacity.

KURT “ NIGHTCRAWLER” WAGNER

-> he might be considered someone important and talented to the mutants, yet kurt fears that he isn’t the best to help in this situation.

-> even after years of being part of the xmen, Kurt see himself as an immature person and isn’t take to serious most of the time. but knowing you asked for his help, he feels responsible to guide you and your powers.

-> the process takes longer than the others, making him feel useless at the beginning and often questioned you if you would like to ask for someone’s else help. however, you stood at his side and it’s seem that you won’t give up of him as your mentor.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU... Part One:

(WARNING: Depictions and mentions of abuse, neglect, physical harm, self-harm, depictions and mentions of wounds and blood, self-harm ideation/actions, and Reader at one point is thought to be dead/almost dies. Viewers discretion is advised...) (Side note: Wolverine and Sabretooth are brothers, and their relationship is platonic, and Kurt, Kitty, Fred, Lance, and Todd join the X-Men/Brotherhood after the X-Men/Brotherhood lose Reader and have changed)

• They weren't always the way they are now. There had been a time when they were hopeful, happy, cheerful... Or maybe it was obvliousness, their subconscious the only part of them to understand that something was wrong.

• You can't remember much of anything past the age of five, but you remember some parts of your childhood. It was spent with a mutant group, ones who had taken in or had others like yourself, who were honed to be soldiers. To be unstoppable weapons. You thought they were good for the longest time. Too long, to be honest. You weren't smart back then the way you were now. You didn't understand jokes or sarcasm or much beyond facts in a book. You didn't really understand that the others, the kids and the adults, didn't like you. That they thought you were annoying. Useless. Simple. Someone not worth the effort. Someone unworthy of being with them. Someone unlovable.

• When training, you tried your best, but you weren't naturally aggressive in the way they said you should be. That for a feral mutant, you weren't much of one. You tried to be quick, tried to be kind, tried to go along with what they told you to do, who they wanted you to be. But you just... weren't that. You weren't ruthless, weren't violent, you cried when you killed a moth by accident, what was to be expected? But you still, somehow, did well enough to be allowed to stay. To not disappear. Or maybe they just couldn't be bothered to do anything about you, one way or the other.

• The kids thought you were weird. You looked weird, acted weird, talked weird. They thought you weren't bright. They certainly made jokes at your expense, you knew that, you simply couldn't understand the jokes and sarcasm they used. It hurt. It hurt, bad enough that you grew quieter, more sullen and downtrodden. You weren't as happy or talkative as you once were...

• It came to a head when you caught the ire, the hatred, of your two "mentors"... Two of the three adults ferals, the ones you heard whispers of late at night, talking about how you might be related to them, perhaps a clone... You weren't sure what you did, just that when they found you that day, you were dragged off into a lone room, given no explanation or warning. Their faces were filled with a blind rage, a freezing wrath, and the next thing you know you're being yelled at. Loud, furious roars, a tight, bruising grip on your arm, and no way out... And suddenly-

• SLASH!

• A searing pain filled your senses, and you're crying, trying to hold a hand to the wounds on your face, hoping to stop the pain, the hurt, the redredredred- They order you to stop crying, to stop wailing, or they'll give you a reason to. And so you cover your mouth as best you can, sucking in sharp breath after sharp breath, blinded by the blood dripping down your face. It stains the floor, once clean, a filthy, ugly crimson, garnet-colored ichor growing into a small puddle. They huff, but go to leave, only telling you to clean yourself up. And then they're gone, and you're on your own, and nothing is right anymore.

• Over the next two weeks, you keep your head down and stay out of everyone's way. No more talking than needed, no direct eye contact, and no being around anyone for longer than you're required. You weren't blind to it anymore, were you? That you weren't safe. That you weren't cared about. That you were alone. And with that realization, you grew to dread being near them, near the other kids and the adults and anyone else who was around. But... you had the beginnings of an idea. One that could end your suffering... It would be risky, but... At this point, you'd rather risk the threat of death than stay another day.

• It's at night when you make your move. It's quiet, dark, chilly. You aren't dressed for the weather, and you aren't prepared for whatever is out there. All you have are the clothes on your back and the boots on your feet. You make it mostly all the way, out of the compound, facility, whatever they called the place yo- they, lived in. There's snow out, thick sheets coating the ground and flakes of it dancing down from the sky. It's beautiful... You wished you could have enjoyed it, but there wasn't time to do so. You made your way from the field towards the woods, the icy dirt crunching beneath your feet...

• "Wh-? Reader, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

• And then you're running, as swift and fleet as you can, as far away as you can run. Your feet carry you through the frosty woods, stirring up small bits of snow as you race by, the wind howling around you as you flee for your life. Sometimes your feet nearly slide out from under you, having stepped onto an ice patch, but you quickly right yourself and go faster, forcing yourself to keep going no matter what you hear or how much it scares you...

• Until you eventually reach a seething, ice-studded rocky outcropping. The beginnings of a river spill over a ledge, crashing into a foaming, roaring current, twisting away into the wintery night. You're stuck. And then the worst possible thing happens- they find you.

• "Reader. Get back here. NOW."

• You take a step back, pulling your hands closer to your chest. The noise is almost unbearable, being so close to the raging water so close to you. They only take a step closer, an angry, annoyed look on their faces... "Get over here. NOW. Or you're going to be in even worse trouble." A whine hums in your throat, a pathetic sound. You take another step back, and feel a subtle shift in the rock beneath you. "That's it, I SAID-!"

• CRACK!

• The ground beneath you breaks, sending you tumbling down into the rocks and water below with only a scream as your last words. And soon, all you know is the icy touch of water filling your lungs and the sting of rocks on your skin...

• You weren't sure how you initially woke up... You weren't sure you were even alive... But with a weak, gurgling gasp, you cough up the water sitting in your lungs, gagging into the dirt as you try to hold yourself up. When you eventually finish with one last rasping breath, you crack open your eyes, looking around you. You're by the river, lying in the dirt and rocks and silt of its shore, which is surrounded by endless snow-capped trees and endless sky. And somehow... You feel a small pang of hope. You made it, after all. You weren't dead. You were... free. Of course... now you had to actually get to where people were. Find food. Maybe drink some of the water from the river...

• You weren't quite sure how long you had stayed in the wilderness, scrounging up small, half-starved animals and barely surviving the few times you tried to take on larger prey. Having your cheek ripped open by an antler and having a bear bite through your arm weren't fun experiences, but you had learned that while you could hunt some prey, the larger, more filling prey wasn't what you could go after. You'd learned plenty of things from your time alone in the wild, but your loneliness still grew. It was always festering under the surface. You were glad once you stumbled into a small town, dragging yourself through an alley to spy on the normal going-ons of humans. You hadn't really seen or met a human since before you were five, and you only had the hatred of the X-Men/Brotherhood to explain them. Which led to your decision to scout the woods around the sleepy town, to find a way to read them before you met anyone. And what a thing you found: A small, dusty yet cozy abandoned cabin, just right for you to move into.

• And so that was how your first year was spent, foraging bones and rocks from the forest and hunting animals, selling their pelts or even the whole bit of prey to make a living. You came up with a small story for any townsfolk who asked about you, saying you had an ill family parent to take care of and a relative who visited from time to time to make sure your schooling got done (it was all a lie. You had to say something, and saying you were a mutant child who escaped a dangerous group of bigger, meaner mutants was a no-go). They more or less bought it. They didn't press for any information after that besides occasionally asking if the fake family members were okay. All in all, you had been doing... alright...

• You didn't reveal anything beneath the surface of your skin. You didn't talk about your nightmares, of being back with them, of being hurt, of being laughed at, of being killed- You didn't mention how you got hurt when you hunted, how you sometimes used your own claws to do the hurting for you, slicing them through your skin until blood ran like water- You couldn't bring yourself to deal with your panic attacks, your paranoia and inner turmoil, the fact it hurt to think-

• Yet it didn't last more than three years...

• You weren't sure how they found you. You weren't sure if it was an accident, or if they knew you were alive the entire time, or if someone tipped them off. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, because they'd stumbled on the little town and had found you within a few days. Seeing them for the first time in so long... You only felt a rising, bubbling feeling of blind fear. It didn't matter if their faces went all weird and soft, or that they tried to get near you, you didn't care- You ran, you bolted, running deep into the woods and not looking back for a second. It didn't matter what you left behind! You had to move, you had to run, you had to fleefleeflee-!

• It shouldn't have surprised you when something thunked into the earth next to you, thin and sharp and leaving an odd smell behind. It shouldn't have surprised you when your old mentors managed to find you, their eyes dark with something that wasn't hate or malice... But you didn't think it would be any better. You know a few of the others, older now than when you last saw them, are close by. You keep your claws out, your face set into a fearful snarl, ready to flee or bite or scram at a moment's notice.

• "Oh, cub... What did we do ta ya?" You do your best to keep an eye on both of them, which proves difficult. They're on either side of the small clearing, each watching you with sharp, unwavering eyes. It doesn't help that when you try to move further away, as far as you can from them, they only move towards that side, keeping themselves in your way of escaping. Their scents are off, something dark and deep and somber, not their old usual fury and annoyance. Their claws aren't out, either... It's strange, for people who want you dead... (Right? They want you dead, to kill you, right?) "Shhh... Cub... I know a lot has happened... I know yer scared, an' yer hurtin', an' I know it's our fault. I know nothin' we do er say can make up fer it... But... please... please give us a chance ta help ya. Please... all we want is ta help ya. All we want is ta give ya what we should've from the beginnin'..." Your eyes dart between them fearfully, a soft whine building in your throat. This is worse than your nightmares. This is your nightmares come to take you back. And you can't have that.

• You try to dart out of the clearing, trying to dodge past the hands that go to grab you-

• But large, warm hands grab the back of your shirt, tugging you back into an iron grip. "Cub, calm down, please! We promise ya we aren't gonna hurt ya! Yer safe, yer okay, yer not gonna be hurt-" You don't pay it any heed, kicking and scratching and biting at what you can, doing everything in your power to break free from the arms keeping you captive. It does nothing. All that happens is the arms tightening and a flurry of panicked words filling the air. "Kid, cub-! Just, calm down fer one minute! We can talk this out-! Please, ya gotta stop fightin' us, ya gotta stop fightin' me! I know yer scared, I know, just, please-!" It doesn't matter what either man says, as all it earns from you is a fearful scream as you struggle harder. The scents around you are rife with sorrow, salty and cold and damp like earth after rain. You hear a wounded noise come from them, but you don't stop your attempt to escape the hold on you. A long, hurt sigh whooshes out, followed by the hold on you pinning you further.

• "I'm so sorry, cub... But we can't let ya keep goin' on like this. Yer hurtin' yerself. And we just can't let that happen."

• And just like that... something presses into your flesh, a sharp sting, which is gone just as quick. A hiss escapes you, your hands suddenly clawing so you can feel at where you were stung. "Shhh... don't worry, cub... It's justa small sedative... It won't hurt ya, all it's gonna do is make ya all sleepy an' tired..." Your eyes widen, then with a small shriek you try to tug yourself away. You can already feel the drug seeping in, a buzz at your skin and thoughts. The more you struggle, the more your thoughts cloud up, earning more movement from you as you do your best to snap out of it. Something akin to a sob breaks loose from you as your tugs and scratching grows weaker, the drug nestling into your system and numbing your limbs. Your mind keeps growing more muddled, thick and soft and syrupy... A hiccup pushes past your lips, being met by a hand patting lightly at your hair. It's weight feels good, the warmth sending you deeper into your tired state. When you try to speak, the words leave you, turning into a sleepy mumble, your body slumping into the hold around you. Everything feels quiet... barely there... So soft... So calm... Hardly any thought stays inside you as your breaths soften, the fear and fight leaving you as you stumble into unconsciousness...

• "Good cub... Just go ta sleep... We'll help ya feel better, that's it..."

• They're careful, one of them holdin' their kid while the other alerts the others, letting them know they have Reader with them and that they had to use a sedative to calm 'em down. It feels so surreal, seein' their once bright kid so... tired. So scared. So hurt. Bein' near 'em, even tha other teens, scared them enough that they were runnin' inta freezin' weather, all ta stay away from 'em. But... They can't let 'em go. Not again. The last time they let 'em go, they thought they died (maybe they actually did, and only came back due to their small healing factor...). They hurt them, they terrified them, they were tha reason they were afraid, the reason they were hurtin'. And now the kid was hurting themself. Was causing themself pain, with no one ta stop them er help them er let 'em know they'd be alright. They'd be d*mned if they let it continue. They'd be worse than dead if they left 'em ta wilt away on their own, ta slip off inta the blinding snow once more... They might have ta keep them calm, make it so they're relaxed enough so they can help them... But they'll do anything, just ta keep them alive. Ta make them feel loved. Ta be their family. And this time, they're gonna do it right...

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Different Kind of Passenger–Kurt Kunkle

Wattpad request by PurplryToast

Kurt's POV

I reached forward and fixed the camera. I eagerly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I waited for my first victim of the night.

"Are you Kurt?" A woman around my age asked.

"That's me," I said sweetly.

"Great," she sighed as she got in. "Get me the hell out of here."

"Okay," I said slowly.

I cleared my throat before looking over my shoulder at the girl. She was extremely pretty but her eyes were a little red and puffy. Something about the look on her face made me reach over and turn off the camera.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the girl wiping her cheek.

"Are you sure?"

"You don't want to hear this," she sighed.

"I'm an Uber driver," I chuckled. "A vehicular bartender. Try me."

"It turns out," she sighed, "my boyfriend is cheating on me."

Her breath got caught in her throat before she added, "With my best friend."

"That asshole," I scoffed. "Want me to kill him?"

"What?" She asked with a small awkward chuckle.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly.

"Oh," she said, her voice soft. She cleared her throat as she looked out the window. "All he could say was that he was sorry and it was a mistake. How can it be a mistake? They've been sleeping together for a month. It's not a mistake. It's a schedule."

"He's an ass," I grumbled. "And your best friend is no better. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled.

The feeling I got when the girl smiled and said my name was the same feeling I got when one of my videos went viral.

"So," she sighed, sounding dreamy. "Tell me about yourself, Kurt. What made you want to be an Uber driver? Are you working your way through school?"

"I am," I instantly lied.

"That's smart," she complimented me. "I'm guessing class during the day and driving people at night?"

"Yep." I looked up at her reflection in the rearview mirror, feeling weird. "What about you? Are you in school?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

"That sounds like an excited sigh," I teased.

"Super excited," she said sarcastically. "I'm in law school right now and it's kicking my ass."

"I bet you'll be a great lawyer," I blurted out.

"Thanks, Kurt."

"And then you can sue that boyfriend of yours," I added making her laugh.

"Ex-boyfriend," she corrected between laughs. "Or maybe I can just have my new boyfriend beat the crap out of him and I can represent him."

"That works too."

Usually by now, I would be taking my passenger the wrong way. For some reason, I continued driving this girl where she wanted. Out of all the people who have gotten into my backseat, what was stopping me from hurting this girl?

"I never know how much you're supposed to talk to your Uber driver," the girl laughed. "Am I talking too much? That was one of my ex's complaints about me."

"Seriously?" I scoffed. "He cheated on you with your best friend because you talk a lot? That's bullshit."

"Actually," she cleared her throat, "I've been working insane hours. Law school constantly keeps me busy and then I work at the school's library until closing. I haven't been around much. And we haven't. . . Well, we haven't. . . you know in a while."

"So?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Doesn't give him an excuse to mess around with your best friend."

"Well, I'm glad not all guys are cheating bastards," she said sweetly.

I felt a little disappointed when I realized we were in front of her destination.

"Here we are," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled. She was about to get out but stopped.

"And not just for driving me home," she clarified. "Thanks for listening, Kurt. You're a great guy."

I opened my mouth to thank her but she got out of my car. I couldn't help but watch her jog up the steps into her apartment building.

I didn't know who that girl was. What I did know was that I had to see her again.

Part 2

#kurt kunkle #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #requested imagine #joe keery request #stranger things

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youaintnothinbuta · 9 months

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hey !! could i request a jd x reader who was like against heather chandler dying so they don't go through with it, but when reader hears about kurt and ram spreading rumours about veronica they're like "jd we gotta kill these guys" idk if this makes sense or not help 😭

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

“I knew you’d come around.”

Summary: ^^

Pairings: Reader as Veronica x Jd

Word count: 522

Warnings: suicide notes, murder, homicide, toxic af relationship, just all the trigger warnings that come with heathers

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“Veronica? What’s wrong? What happened?” Your boyfriend called out to you, pushing through the crowd of people that had gathered in the cafeteria. You wanted nothing more than to just vanish into thin air, to be consumed by the inferno of embarrassment Kurt and Ram had inflicted upon you. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you, just as the end-of-lunch bell rang, everyone slowly moved off to their lockers. You just disintegrated into a sad, humiliated puddle in his arms, clinging to him as you fought your own cries, trying to get a grip on your emotions.

“Did you hear what they said?” Your voice was mildly unintelligible, muffled by his chest and your sniffles.

“Mhm.” He nodded softly, holding you.

“It’s not true.” Your voice broke as you sniffled again, shoving your head further into his chest.

“I know, darling. I believe you.” He pulled you closer to him. After holding you for a while, letting you cry and calming you down, you looked at him. Properly looked at him, with quite the seriousness in your stare. At that moment, the cafeteria doors were swung open by a teacher, yelling at the pair of you to get to class.

That evening, you sat perched on the end of your bed, knees curled to your chest, conversing with yourself in your head about Kurt and Ram, about the rumours, about the fact you were moments away from ending Heather Chandler’s life, just days ago. You convinced Jd not to. Kill her— that is. You convinced him not to. You were scared. He actually listened to you, which was nice, sure, he was disappointed but you freaked out about the idea of witnessing a person die and made him promise not to.

Your attention was drawn to the sudden motion outside your window. The glass pane was gently raised, revealing a familiar face— Jd. Once, the sound of your window being opened unexpectedly would startle you, but now, it’s something you secretly hope to hear each night.

“Oh, pondering, are we?” A playful chuckle escaped Jd's lips as he gracefully settled onto your bed, mirroring your posture. With a swift motion, you opened your bedside drawer and retrieved a folded piece of paper, shoving it in front of his face for him to take.

A grin curled over his lips, “I knew you’d come around.”

You smiled at him, taking the note back and putting it back in your drawer.

“Are you sure? You kinda lost it on me last time.” He asked.

You nodded, “Jd, we gotta kill these guys.”

“Okay sweetheart,” he nodded, “we can do that.”

“That note is just a draft, though. I have to write the real thing on paper from inside her house. We need to burn this one.”

“You really have thought of everything.” His eyes were glistening, it was mildly terrifying, how much he seemed to enjoy this.

You just shrugged in response. Jd leant closer, allowing his body to meld with yours. His lips tentatively seeking out yours, giving you a fleeting kiss. “I will kill anyone who hurts you.” He muttered, clandestinely.

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fritz-federleicht · 10 months

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begging for more kurt one shots please please please <3 if it’s not too much trouble some hurt/comfort would b super cool but honestly i would take ANY kurt content lol

Take my sunglasses/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Notes: Thanks for your request. I don't know why but you somehow come across as incredibly likable to me. Hope you like it x

Summary: a fan insults you, Kurt comforts you

Words: 762

In a few minutes you leave the hotel. You hear loud shouting. Fans are calling for their idols Dave, Krist and for your boyfriend Kurt.

You are pretty sure that there will be photographers too. And you don't feel like that. They will just ask you some hurtful questions again. But the fans are no better, if not worse. According to them, Kurt is theirs alone.

Kurt snaps you out of your deep thoughts. "Our luggage is already on its way to our apartment." He takes your hand. "Shall we go?"

You exhale loudly, closing your eyes briefly to get ready for what's happening outside the hotel. "Yes."

Kurt opens the door to the room. You walk down a long hallway until you reach an elevator. It opens.

"We only have to walk a short distance. Then our car will come. I'll always be with you. Ignore everyone who approaches you." He squeezes your hand.

"It's hard. People love you out there. Me, they hate."

"Honey just try okay?" You nod and lean your forehead against his chest. Kurt combs his fingers through your hair. "You'll be fine." He tries to encourage you.

The elevator opens. You step off. Outside a large glass door, you see the crowd.

"Where are Dave and Krist? Aren't they coming with us?" You look around searchingly, trying to stall for time.

"They're in another car." Kurt pushes a strand of hair behind his ear. "You ready?"

You shake your head. "No, but otherwise we'll never get out of here." You smile in anguish.

You walk to the door, someone opens it for you. Immediately the noise doubles. You leave the hotel.

People are shouting for Kurt from all sides. But also for you. You shield your eyes with your hand, protect yourself from the flash. Kurt wears his famous sunglasses.

"Kurt, Y/N please one picture."

"Y/N is it true that you're pregnant?"

You stop, stunned. Pregnant? This is the first time you've heard this rumor.

Kurt pulls on your hand. "Love, ignore people." You nod and tug at your top.

He notices the flash is bothering you. "Here, take my sunglasses."

You smile weakly and thank him. Hand in hand, you walk past a group of girls.

A brown-haired girl grabs Kurt's arm. "Why are you with her? She's way too ugly for you. And so fat!" At this, she looks at you in disgust.

You can't believe what you're hearing. How can you say something like that directly to a person's face. You're glad to wear Kurt's sunglasses. Tears gather in your eyes. You try to hold them back, pulling on Kurt's hand. His physical contact is the only thing that prevents you from bursting into tears here and now.

Kurt tears away from the girl, giving her a nasty look. "Who do you think you are?"

He always tries to be nice. But if someone says something against you he can't guarantee anything. No matter if someone likes his music or not. He protects you above everything.

She realizes that she said something wrong. Her idol is angry with her. Her expression shows slight sympathy. She mumbles an apology.

Kurt tries to catch up with you, but you're already sitting in the car. Kurt sits down next to you.

As soon as the doors are closed and the car has started moving you tear off Kurt's sunglasses. You put them in his hand.

Tears begin to roll down your cheeks. Fortunately, the windows are darkened, no one can see you.

Kurt pulls you into a tight hug. "Don't think about what that girl said." He kisses your forehead. "Tears don't look good on you." He wipes them away.

"She's right I got a big belly."

Kurt pushes you gently away and looks deep into your eyes. "Y/N, honey, it's for other reasons. You know that. It's not your fault."

"Yeah I know." You put your hands on your stomach. "She called me ugly."

"You're not. You're the most beautiful person I know." He gently puts his hand on your belly, stroking it. As he does so, he looks so happy.

You watch him and smile. "I love you." You are so happy to start a family with him.

Kurt looks up from your belly. "I love you too." You snuggle up to his shoulder and try to forget what happened earlier as soon as possible.

Soon the whole world will know that the rumors are true.

You're having a baby!

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betyloca · 2 months

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Antojó de media noche

Summary: You're in the kitchen at midnight eating when you run into Logan and Kurt.

pairing: logan x mutant latin reader x kurt.

You were in your bed, you couldn't sleep. You tried while you moved all over your bed. You looked at your clock, it said midnight. "carajo"You thought. You started to look at the ceiling until your stomach rumbled. "A little food won't hurt me. " You got up while You left your room.

You walked through the hallways, being careful not to wake anyone. You could feel the cold floor as you reached the kitchen. You entered, turning on the light when you noticed a shadow near the closets.

"puta madre" you said looking at the man in front of you.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, looking at you.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't see you, you scared me," you said as you headed toward the pantry. "What are you doing awake cariño?"

-I went down to get water - he said while looking at you - and you liebling?

- I couldn't sleep and I got hungry - you said while making yourself a sandwich.

You could feel his eyes looking at you. You loved Kurt very much. He was a good friend. When he arrived at the mansion, you immediately got around to talking to him, regardless of his appearance.

you loved how gentle he was with you you looked at him he was staring at you "hey mi vida do you want one" you asked him

He smiled - no thanks -

"Okay" you said as you sat down eating your sandwich the way he sat in front of you.

- Why couldn't you sleep? -

"Nightmares" you said as you took another bite of your food he looked at you "it always happens but now they are not as frequent as before" you tell him finishing your food "I wish I could put away those dreams you have" he said taking your hand "eres un amor you know" you said Caressing his hand he smiled shyly waving his tail - bien I'm going to sleep - you said getting up - rest liebling - he said as he got up - rest cariño - you said giving him a kiss before he teleported.

You started to clean up the crumbs when you heard a sound you looked up looking at Loga - hi gloton - you said looking at him standing in the door frame with a frown - what were you doing up with Kurt at this time? - he asked you come closer to stand in front of him. - He - I got hungry and he thirsty - if we stayed talking - he looked at you, standing with his arms crossed - What were they talking about so much? - He asked. You smiled looking at him - Are you jealous? - You said, giggling - I'm not just taking care of you - He said. lying in his voice - I know how to take care of myself - you said walking next to him - although I don't mind sharing - you said turning to look at him while you wink at him - rest mi vida -You went to your room, leaving Logan alone in the kitchen.

He smiled as he headed to his room, how much you drove him crazy with your performance, he loved you but when the blue demon arrived, he stole your attention but he would soon get it back, he thought as he headed to his room.

without knowing that a certain man was also willing to fight for your attention

#logan howlett x reader #kurt wagner x reader #wolverine x reader #nightcrawler x reader #xmen x reader #imagine #x men movies #xmen imagine #x reader #female reader #marvel #logan howlett #kurt wagner

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daisyishedwig · 1 month

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Oh, just a Six Sentence Sunday on a Monday, you know how it goes. No one tagged me, but @bitbybitwrites did extend a general tag, so I'm accepting that call and sharing a snippet from like it hasn't been forever

Blaine closed the laptop and sunk back into his pillows, throwing his forearm across his face. Sebastian sat stunned, watching the tension in Blaine’s body slowly bleed away as he no longer had to act like everything was okay for Kurt. And Sebastian knew it wasn’t his place to push, he knew it wouldn’t help, it wouldn’t do anyone any good. But he couldn’t stop himself. “What the fuck was that?” he said. Blaine sighed and removed his arm from his face. He pushed himself up and looked at Sebastian, resigned. “That was a skype call with my boyfriend,” he said unhelpfully. “Is that how they always go? Kurt talking about himself for half an hour like you’re his fucking diary.” Blaine shrugged. “New York is a lot more interesting than here, there’s not much for me to tell.” Sebastian scoffed. “That’s bullshit and you know it.” Blaine closed his eyes, his shoulders slumped, and massaged his fingers into his forehead. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Sebastian.” “I want you to be angry,” Sebastian said, “I want you to stand up for yourself. To tell Kurt it’s ridiculous how often he cancels on you, how little he cares about anything that’s happening to you.” “I don’t want to fight with him,” Blaine said, exasperated. “Well you should!” Blaine sighed. “It wouldn’t help anything. I told him before he left how much it hurt to hear him only talk about New York, about how excited he was to leave, even if it meant leaving me behind. And yet this is where we’re at, he’s almost forgotten I exist and there’s nothing I can even do–” “You could break up with him,” Sebastian said. Blaine’s head snapped up to look at Sebastian. “You could,” Sebastian pressed, “and you should. If he’s going to treat you like you mean nothing, then he clearly doesn’t deserve you. You can do better, Blaine.” “He’s my soulmate, Seb,” Blaine pleaded, “he’s my whole world, without him… what even am I?” “My best friend, for starters,” Sebastian said. Blaine laughed, dark and humorless. “You don’t mean that,” he said, his jaw tight. “What? Of course I do–” “No, you don’t,” Blaine insisted. “I’m not your best friend, I’m the guy who you’ve been trying to fuck. I know that, okay?” “Blaine, I–” “And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with that being the only reason you’re here. Because you’re here. And I’m not… I can pretend for a little bit that someone actually cares. Even if I know it’s just a fantasy.”

I'll tag @imogenlefay, @kurtsascot, @lusthurts, and @annepi-blog

#seblaine #sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #not the most klaine friendly #and a little mean to kurt #it is from sebastian's perspective so its a biased opinion and not reflective of the author and all that #glee #daisyishedwig writes

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rotten-corpses-blog · 9 months

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Could I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

JD smut, a big Mac with extra fries, and for the drink- *incoherent whispering to passengers* -yeah can I get that drink as uhhh small bondage?

If you can't make that happen, could I maybe get JD being jealous over reader getting hit on, please?

Thanks broskieroni

How about both? I like both, we'll do both.

Content warning: sexual harassment, smut, bondage

You were going to kill Kurt Kelly, the fucker has been harrasing you while you are trying to eat your lunch and waiting for your loving boyfriend, but Kurt can’t take “no” and “go fuck yourself” for an answer. “Leave that emo shit and come with me I can show you a good time.” Kurt said as he tried to grab you once again. “For the 100th time, no! I have a boyfriend who loves me and I don’t want your shrimp dick!” you growled as you swatted the perv’s hands away from you for the 6th time in 5 minutes. You were getting pissed, where is JD? What is taking him so fucking long? “You know you want my dick, don’t act like you don’t.” Kurt said with a wink, as looked away to avert any eye contact, you realized Kurt was fucking grabbing himself. You immediately felt nauseous. Until you heard JD’s voice, “Fuck off Kurt she said no stop being a pervert and leave my girlfriend alone.” Kurt moved his mouth to protest until he saw the look on JD’s face. Kurt basically ran away, not wanting to have to deal with an angry JD. JD gave your head a kiss after he sat down. “You ok? Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I got caught up with something.” JD explained, looking your body over to make sure Kurt didn’t hurt you. “I’m fine, just annoyed and disgusted.” you said leaning into JD. “I think I know a way for him to leave you alone.” JD whispered in your ear, “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” “Just wait till after school baby doll.”

School was finally out, you and JD were just hanging around his house. “Hey JD, what did you mean earlier?” you asked, you had an idea what he meant but you didn’t know exactly, knowing JD of course. JD smirked, JD’s lips met yours as he started a quite aggressive make out session. JD sat you up on the bed you two were sitting on and took off his belt and tied your hands to the bed posts. “JD fuck me” you whined “I will babe, don’t worry.” JD said. You felt him kiss and bite your neck, leaving dark hickeys. “Now everyone will know your mine, your all mine baby.” You moaned and wiggled under him, you felt so hot it felt like torture. “JD please touch me, I need it.” you said, you tried to grind your hips against JD but he was faster than you, he held your hips down as he bit your neck hard, drawing blood. You moaned and whined at the pain that shot pleasure right to your core. Finally JD lifted himself off of you and pulled down his black jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring up and hit his lower stomach. JD gave you a long, passionate kiss as he lined up at your entrance. You both gave a moan as he thrusted into you, fucking you nice and fast. “Oh JD!” you moaned out as he started to fuck into your g spot. “Kurt can’t fuck you like this can he baby? JD growled as he started to speed up. “No! Only you can JD!” you said, you were in heaven with all of the pleasure you were getting. JD’s thrusts started to get uneven and shaky. JD reached down and rubbed your clit you both started to get closer to an orgasm. “JD!” you yelled as your orgasm crashed through you, JD followed shortly after, filling you with his cum. The both of you just laid there trying to catch your breath , then you realized you were still tied to the bed. “Hey JD?” “Yeah babe?” “Can you untie me?” “Oh shit I forgot, sorry.” You laughed as JD untied you, Today was a good day, and maybe men should hit on you more often.

#jason dean x reader #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you

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uhhhh. i finally watched spree. and now i'm writing something kurt kunkle.

it's nothing deep, but it's running through head and my hands are typing and typing away.

no one asked for this. i didn't ask for this. but here's a little snippet:

*not proofread.

update: it’s finished. you can read it here now!

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt!”

What the fuck? How’d he get past the gate and on your floor? There’s a designated code for residents and their approved guests only.

“I know you’re in there!” He said loudly, voice booming in the hallway. However, you remained silent, hoping he'd just go away. “I heard you on the phone earlier!” Yeah, okay that’s not weird… “Come on, this isn’t fair!”

Realizing he wasn't going to go away on his own, now or maybe even tomorrow, who knows how long he could go, you decided to finally confront him.

“Look, Kurt," you start off strong, swinging your door open, but leaving it more than halfway closed, careful incase he decided to try something, "I don’t know how you got here, but what do you want from me? I gave you a 5 star rating on Spree, I followed you back! What else?” but you end exasperated and almost desperate as you pleaded for answers and for him to back off.

“You never DM’d me,” he said calmly, but quite frankly rather pathetically. You stared at him with a blank expression as you tried to process his response. Then your eyes travelled down his chest, noticing a little red light, and you realized he was recording everything.

“What? Are you seriously live right now?!” You asked incredulously, pointing to the the camera strapped around his chest. "Turn that shit off!" You didn't want this to be broadcasted, even if no one was watching his stream.

“You’ve been sending me mixed signals all day,” He accuses, ignoring your question and demand entirely.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Frustration was evident in your voice, shaking your head at how ridiculous this whole exchange was.

“You liked my posts. You’ve led me to your place multiple times…” He starts listing things off defensively as if he had a legit reason to be upset at you.

“You’re my Spree driver! You’re supposed to pick me up!” You rebut, giving emphasis on his role as a Spree employee. “Also, I liked your posts because you liked mine, it’s just unspoken social media courtesy. I'm sorry if you took it a different way!”

“What? Where’d you learn that? That's not a real thing. It definitely isn't anywhere in The Lessons.” You swore you've never met anyone so delusional up until him.

“Huh?! What?! I didn’t enroll in any lessons in social media etiquette.” Seriously, what the hell was this guy on? This whole argument was getting pointless and stupid.

“You obviously have a lot to learn,” he chastises.

“Kurt, please," you restart, lowering your voice, hoping to try and reason with him, "you seem like a nice guy, really, but I need you to leave me alone. If not, I’m going to call the cops.”

“Why would you do that?” he asks with a small sense of hurt in his demeanor.

“You’re freaking me out!” You suddenly explode again. Surprising yourself with that outburst, you bring your hand up to your forehead, not only to sooth the headache brewing in your skull, but also at yourself. Be it as it may, that might've been a bit too harsh, but he wasn't getting it.

When you finally work up the strength to face him again, he's looking down at his phone. You notice the confused and perplexed look on his face. Something's wrong, and you can feel it in the air.

“Did you block me?” He asks looking up at you in disbelief with his big brown eyes. If the circumstances were different and he wasn't crazy, it would've worked in his favor. Except, you forgot you did block him earlier after his incessant attempts to talk to you. Then the look in his eyes turned from a kicked puppy dog into a crazed one.

#aw shit here we go again #spree #spree movie #kurt kunkle #joe keery #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle x reader

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cryingabtab · 15 days

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Save Me A Spark - Part 15

Warnings: A little bit of angst, drinking

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OFC)

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long. I think I’m back. <3

“Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.” ~ Kurt Cobain

A few hours after her phone call with Austin, Cassie emerged out of the guest bedroom. Her hair was a mess, sticking out every which way and knotted. A true rat's nest. Her face was puffy, her eyes rubbed raw from wiping tears away. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and the whites of her eyes were red as could be. She looked exhausted. Defeated. Her friends sat in the living room, music playing from the TV’s speakers as they talked amongst themselves. They all turned to look at her as she walked into the room and sat down with them. She said nothing as she took the soft, chunky knit throw blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself.

“Hey, Cass,” Rory greeted softly. Her voice was gentle despite the boiling rage she felt because some incompetent man made her best friend feel this way.

“Hi,” Cassie whispered, leaning back into the couch as she looked at her friends.

“How ya feelin’?”

Cassie responded with a simple shrug, her gaze falling into her lap.

Ash spoke up next. “We were just about to order some pizza. Any specific toppings you want?”

Cassie shrugged again. “Just not pineapple.”

Ash nodded, “Pepperoni?” Cassie gave a quick, single nod of approval.

Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket and opened the notes app before passing it to Rory. “I wrote this if you guys wanna read it. It’s a new song,” she murmured. “Also, can we get drunk? I wanna get drunk.”

“We can,” Hazel said with a hesitant sigh. “I think you’d be better off drinking some water, though.” She knew that Cassie would still drink if she really wanted to, and knew that her suggestion would fall upon deaf ears. The best she could hope for was that Cassie would at least rehydrate a little bit before picking up a bottle.

Cassie groaned as she pushed herself off the couch, slipping out of the comfortable warmth that the chunky throw had provided. “Fine. I’ll have some water,” she grumbled. “But after that, I’m getting hammered.”

“Thank you,” Hazel called as Cassie shuffled into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Rory was still holding Cassie’s phone. She didn’t want to read the song, not while she was already so wound up from the day’s events. It would only make her angrier. And if she got angrier, she knew that it would be all she would be able to talk about. If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to be there for Cassie like she wanted to be. Rory pressed the side button and watched as the screen turned black, then set it down on the blanket.

Cassie plopped down on the couch a moment later, taking a huge swig out of her water bottle. She looked over at Rory, “Did you read it?”

“I’ll read it later. Promise,” Rory held up her pinky finger. The two linked pinkies and Cassie went back to guzzling down her water.

An hour and several slices of pizza later, Cassie sipped on a wine glass filled to the brim with her favorite red. Well, she wasn’t exactly sipping. The glass was empty in less than five minutes. She grabbed the bottle to pour another, then decided against it. Instead, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a large swig.

“Jesus, Cass,” breathed Ash. “Pace yourself. Remember that time you had to get your stomach pumped?”

Cassie sighed through her nose and set the bottle on the counter. “Yeah, but that was Four Loko. This is wine.”

“I mean, yeah.” She had a point. “But it’s still alcohol and you aren’t in your right mind. Pace yourself.” Ash sighed as she opened a white claw.

Cassie grabbed the bottle again and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch. She was beginning to feel the warm buzz from the alcohol, and it was a welcome distraction from the overwhelming hurt she’d felt all day. She reached forward where the remote sat on the coffee table and turned off the music that was playing. Groans of protest were heard from her friends, but soon stopped as she turned on Criminal Minds.

She set the remote back down and kicked her feet up, with a small smile on her face as she took another swig from the bottle of red she was holding.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Hazel hummed out from beside her. “But why?”

“Just refreshing myself on what not to do,” Cassie said stoically, not moving her eyes from the screen. “That, and this show has some serious eye candy.”

Rory scooted closer to Cassie and rested her legs on her lap. “You’re telling me. I need Prentiss more than I need air.”

Cassie leaned into Rory, “But Hotch, though? Oh my lord.”

“You two are terrible,” Hazel scoffed jokingly, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who watches Reid edits on TikTok…daily,” Ash chimed in from the kitchen.

“Touché.”

Austin sat exhausted on a flight back to Cincinnati. During his time back in LA, he had finished all the press events and interviews that he had needed to attend. However, he was going back earlier than scheduled. After realizing that the remainder of his time in LA would have been meetings that could easily be accomplished via Zoom, he was packed and ready to go. Of course, his team wasn’t too happy with his decision, but in the end, they worked for him. And he had important things to take care of. After what had happened, some of them wouldn’t even be working for him anymore.

He stared out the plane’s window and watched as the clouds passed by. His puffy eyes squinted against the bright, setting sun. Once he was seeing a concerning amount of sunspots in his vision, he slid the window covering shut and leaned his head against it. His early flight back was completely impulsive. He had a few days before he had to be back on set, which meant he had a few full days to attempt to win Cassie back. And he didn’t even have a plan.

The best he could think of was to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. But he was almost positive that it wouldn’t work. Rory’s words repeated in his mind like a mantra.

“She is broken. When that passes, she’s gonna be furious. So count your fucking days.”

Then he remembered his last conversation with Cassie, and how she ended the call angrily telling him to stay away from her. He winced at the memory, hunching over to hold his face in his hands. He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from crying for the nth time that day. She already seemed furious. He just hoped that it wasn’t too late to try. He hoped that he wasn’t too late to help pick up her broken pieces. He hoped that he could do something, anything, to get her to change her mind.

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fan fic #austin butler fan fiction #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x oc #austin butler x ofc #save me a spark #save me a spark series #cryingabtab #cryingabtab works

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Yandere Jean and Scott X Men Evolution and Jean's little sibling who can control blood (even if it's inside of someone else)

Aaaawwwww! Those two are so cute! And you bet those two are overprotective. Let's try this out:

It seemed the mutant gene was part of her family. Jean knew this because her little sibling was here, dropped off by their parents, and grinning up at her.

"Hey, Jeannie-Bean. How've you been?" they ask, pulling their suitcase a little closer to their legs. Their skin seems to be a bit pale and ashen, as though they had anemia or had lost some blood.

"I could ask the same about you. What happened, Reader?" She's worried, especially since her parents didn't say what your mutation was or what they think might have brought it to the surface.

"I'm fine... I, uh... Had a small accident. But I'm okay! I can, just... kinda control blood, is all," you mumble. And your older sister stares at you... Then is looking you over, calling for someone inside the large mansion.

"SCOTT! Get out here! I need someone to help make sure they aren't hurt anywhere!"

A voice answers her, and suddenly the tallest person you've ever seen steps out, and is standing next to Jean, looking down at you, his eyes obscured by red glasses. "Oh... Um... hi?"

"Hi."

"Scott! Help me make sure they're okay!"

"Jean, I'm fine! I can control blood! Anything that was there is barely scabbed over, if not just a scar by now!" you yelp, pulling yourself back a bit. You look up at the tall teen, and at her tall friend. "So... you're Scott."

"Um... yes?"

"Jean talks about you a lot. You're a good guy. Keep being good to her, or else I'll slow your blood pressure," you say, then walk into the large building. "How big is this place?!"

"I... that's your sibling?"

"Yes! They're pretty cute, aren't they?"

"Yes... Did... did they say how their power showed up?"

"No," Jean replies. She's worried about that, too, but, her sibling isn't going to say what happened if they think it will upset her.

"We can find out later. Okay, let's help them get settled," Scott decides, and then the two are going after Reader, hoping to show them everything they can about the Institute.

Scott finds that he likes Jean's sibling. A LOT.

They're funny, they care about others, and whenever someone gets hurt, they help control the blood flow so there is minimal bruising and damage. They're a nice kid. That being said-

They wanted to tell him something.

"I, um... Scott. You and Jean are friends, right?"

"Yeah... What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks carefully.

"No... Yes... I... I wanted to tell you how i... kickstarted my powers..."

And that explains why they're so nervous.

"Why not tell Jean? She's your sibling, she'd help you through it," he offers, trying to comfort them with that.

"Yeah. That's the point. She worries, Scott. She worries so much, and I just- I can't keep adding to that worry. She's got so much going on, and I just- I can't bring her down," they answer quietly. A few tears start to leak from their eyes, and they sniffle quietly.

"I- I had an accident. A really, really bad accident Scott. There were bullies, an-and police, and there was s-so much blood... I- I th-tho-thought I was gonna die, Scott," they cried, then without hesitation start bawling.

Scott does the only thing he can think of and holds them, rocking them back and forth the way Jean would do with him or Kitty or Kurt when they were upset. "That's it, kid, just let it out... You're okay, you'll be okay..." He isn't sure how long they stay like that, him holding Reader while they cry their heart out. And it all makes sense now.

This kid really is special, aren't they?

Jean sees the good, loving nature in them, the way they smile and soldier on, the way they try not to hold grudges, how they do their best to make her and others smile and feel loved-

But they also need all of that, too. Given and given in spades.

Later on, he tells Jean about what her sibling told him, which ends in them holding each other as they try not to cry.

They make a promise to each other. A few, actually.

"If anything happens to me, Scott... I want- I need you to take care of them. Please," she whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek. He wipes it off with a gentle touch, giving her a small kiss.

"I will, Jean. We'll both do it, together. Please, please help me keep them safe. Please let me help you watch out for them," he says, and his answer is a short sob and nod.

They know they're both scared. That for as strong as they are, for as strong as Reader is, that there is only so much they can do. But with what they can do, with what power they have, they will do everything to keep them safe, to keep them loved and cared for. It's a promise, and not one they intend to break.

"I think we can have a movie night with them... They love those," Jean adds after awhile, and the two share a watery grin. They'll do what they can, starting with making some popcorn and getting Reader up to watch some of their favorite movies with them.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere jean grey #platonic yandere cyclops #platonic yandere scott summers

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trash-llama · 5 months

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Akira: You're being too hard on yourself.

Tippy: I just want to be a good heir and now I have failed. I have ruined everything... and worse; I have hurt Kurt.

Akira: No one expects you to be perfect, sweetie and I'm sorry we didn't try harder to make sure you knew that.

#ts4 swans #ts4 legacy #swan g10 #tippy swan #akira ohashi

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69-toojay · 7 months

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The character Blaine and my reading of him has always been very personal, when I first finished glee and compared him to the Blaine in my life I understood him very well. He was a textbook narcissist. The behaviour lined up like word for word. And through out the series if he's looked at through this lense he's one of the only consistently written characters.

A lot of us, myself included have trouble believing Kurt was so attached to this piece of shit. But after experiencing some things with my real life Blaines I began to have some empathy for how difficult it can be to let go of some people, no matter how much they hurt you. So I feel the need to try explain Kurts attachment to Blaine, not romanticize but explain why it exists.

Childhood attachment/First love: Kurt meets him relatively young, he looks up to Blaine, grows up with him, Blaine is the first person he dates and they get through some very dark times in Kurts life together, no matter how much growth occurs in Kurts life he can't shake off the initial gratitude, hero worship

Sunk cost fallacy: The strange feeling of not wanting to feel like an idiot or a loser for having a made a bad decision that has already taken too much of your time, so you rationalize that if you see it through it will be worth it because you've put too much of yourself in it, it being a relationship or a person. It's feels like too much effort to start over anew. To learn a new person or to heal when you've learned the motions of the status quo. So maybe it hurts when Blaine yells about unreasonable things but he's learned to yell back and hold his ground.

Trauma bonding : Feeling connected to an abuser because of various manipulation tactics they use to control you like love bombing, withholding affection( fratboiphysicals), guilt tripping ( I needed you and you weren't there), gaslighting etc. It's very hard to cope with the knowledge that someone you love is just using you for their ego so we don't. We pretend we are loved, that what we have is unconventional but special. When someone is constantly being hostile the bar lowers itself and we live on the crumbs of their affection, it feels special, and because the abuser never reassures you you have a definite place in their world you have to fight for their attention and fight you will.

External pressure : Narcissists have a way of perfecting surface level charm to get everyone in their pocket until you no longer have anyone in their corner and they have everyone telling you how great they are. Eg: the proposal scene, santana sabotaging kadam and the rant, Sue(?)

Isolation : They find whatever way to make sure you have less and less friends to make it easier for them to gaslight you, so only their opinion matters and you can't fact check with a sane person. Eg: the Elliot incident, the Chandler incident.

Gaslighting : Abusers change the narrative to fit their needs with such blinding confidence that you think you're the problem eg: late s6 Kurt.

#anti blaine anderson #kurt hummel #lol klaine #lol blaine

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sapphic-agent · 2 months

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You know, Santana wasn't wrong when she called Finn a hypocrite. It's also one of the reasons I hate his character. But how many instances of him being a hypocrite are there? Let's get into it.

2x09 (the very episode Santana called him out on it):

"I knew you were a lot of things, Rachel, and I loved you because and in spite of all of them, but... I never thought you were mean."

This is when Rachel confessed that she made out with Puck to get back at him. Mind you, this is after she lied to a younger foreign exchange student and tricked her to going to a crack house. And... that's not mean to you, Finn? It was surely vindictive and borderline cruel. Not to mention the comments she's thrown around that could definitely constitute as mean. Why is Rachel only mean when it pertains to how she hurt him specifically?

2x02:

"Well, Santana has a point. Just trying to be honest."

2x06:

"Hey, ever notice that when the Beiste gets all fired up, her underpants go right up her butt?"

So, you know how in season 3 where they (both the show and the fans) attempt to justify Finn outing Santana by pointing out that she body-shamed/bullied him. Well, surely, Finn didn't also body-shame/make fun of Coach Bieste in season 2. Which, yes Sam, Mike, and Tina were also guilty, Finn was the one who started it. And he didn't apologize because he was wrong, he apologized because Bieste was going to quit and "the football team was finally doing well." There's also the instance where Finn laughs at one of Santana's insults towards Rachel, then agrees with her.

Again, he was fine with Santana's bullying until the minute it was directed towards him.

2x09 (again):

"Look, I'm all for pumping up the team, making everyone feel special, but that's for practice. You don't take the star quarterback out before the big game."

Oh, but what was that in season 1? Where Finn admits he wasn't putting in as much effort into Glee because Jesse was being given the spotlight. Or in season 3 when he was openly jealous of and threatened by Blaine's talent. Also, earlier in season 2 when he prayed to be put in the game instead of Sam who was the better player. He was fine with others being pushed aside when he was the favorite, but God forbid it happen to him.

(Also, who was the one who threw Nationals with that kiss? It certainly wasn't Sam or Quinn or Santana)

2x01:

"...you got to admit the truth. You didn't do this because you love Glee Club. You did it because you love yourself more."

I'm not going to lie and say that Finn's wrong here. However, it's only a few episodes later in 2x04 that he's doing almost the exact same thing. Strong-arming Kurt into not dueting with Sam under the pretense that it's for the good of Sam and the club, when it's actually because he's still uncomfortable with Kurt being gay and projecting that onto Sam. Screw what Sam and Kurt want, screw that Quinn didn't even want to duet with or date Sam, it's all about what Finn (and Rachel) wants.

1x13

"No! They're both lying to me!"

Remember how (understandably) hurt and angry Finn was when he found out that Puck was the father? Remember how he was angry at Puck and refused to speak to him for months? Remember how their friendship was never the same after that?

So then why- after perpetuating the guise of being his friend and looking out for him- did he push Quinn into cheating on Sam with him? True, there was no pregnancy or baby involved, but that was still shitty. And unlike Puck, Finn faced almost no repercussion from Sam after that (even when he was being accused of seeing Quinn behind Finn's back later, he never threw that back in Finn's face).

3x19:

"Make you stand up and show everybody how much of a crazy liar you are? Yeah."

Fun fact, Finn lied and said he was disabled to get a job at a restaurant in season 1. So it's actually interesting how mad he is that Quinn was "faking" being in a wheelchair (she wasn't faking, she was exaggerating, but she still couldn't walk well after her accident).

2x08:

"Rachel, I'm sorry. I want to, but I can't."

Also fun fact, Finn quit the club and condemned Rachel in season 1 because she was protecting her (and the club's) reputation by hiring a show director that harped on them for their flaws. It's funny how when it came to protecting Kurt who was being continuously harassed and assaulted, Finn cared more about saving his reputation.

3x04:

"Santana, stay out of this."

I need two hands to count the number of times Finn's inserted himself into business that isn't his. Hell, this very episode he was eavesdropping on Mercedes trying to convince Santana to join the Troubletones. He reported Rachel to Schue when she was seeing Jesse, chimed into the conversation Mercedes was having with Schue, tried to control Sam's entire social life, etc. And, he was trying to push Brittany into making a decision because he didn't like the choice she had already made in this very moment. What Brittany does is none of Finn's business.

3x04:

"Yeah. All the guys in Glee Club call me that. And you're the leader, so that makes you the worst of them all."

It's interesting that Brittany pointing this out doesn't ignite the same rage from the fandom as Santana's fat shaming. The guys in the Glee Club- including Finn, who definitely shouldn't be one to talk- have been collectively calling Brittany an idiot for years at this point. How is that any better than Santana calling Finn fat? Why is only she a bully? Why are Finn's feelings the only ones that matter?

And before anyone says "well it's true," so? That means Santana calling Finn fat is also justified because it's true, right? Brittany doesn't deserve to be mocked repeatedly just because she isn't as smart at the people around her. That's ableism.

2x05:

"Guys whisper behind our backs about how we girls look every day. They objectify us all the time."

Speaking of the fat-shaming, why don't we rewind to why Santana started it in the first place. The Glee guys- including Finn- are (again) just as culpable of talking about the girls' bodies. Finn especially has done this consistently throughout the show (most of which being centered around Rachel, y'know, his girlfriend). It's so interesting that no one ever brings this up. Almost like it's acceptable for men, but the moment women cross that line, it's intolerable.

Finn is a hypocrite who's fine with allowing and participating in rotten behavior until the very moment he's on the receiving end. No, I won't be taking criticism. Argue with the wall.

#anti finn hudson #lol glee #finn hudson is a hypocrite #and so are his stans #argue with the wall #santana lopez #brittany pierce #quinn fabray #unholy trinity

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been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #WIP HELL #i'm begging for help y'all

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