#and pretty in punk came on and i was just like ''hey why do i know EVERY word to this??''

[dr3c0mix]

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere x male reader #x reader #rockstar x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #oc x reader #yandere x you #opossumdoodles

[rahhhbananas]

✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐖𝐔 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. hobie, gwen, miles, pavitr

summary. Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Y/n are sent on a short mission to find a bizarre anomaly.

warnings. He/Him pronouns, I have literally no idea how to write Hobie’s accent, this is intended to be a black male reader, but there is no real indications of Y/n’s race!

a/n. I was re-watching KREW play The Mimic and this silly idea has been stuck in my head for awhile 😭 also I just love Hobie with my freaking soul

"So, there's a lady... with a biwu... smacking people?"

Gwen questioned through the coms, watching the ambulance carry away a citizen on a stretcher. Miles swung back up to the building where the other Spider-people sat. "Seems like it," he replied. The group huddled up, discussing their next move. "Hold on!" The trio turned their attention to Y/n. "Are we sure this isn't just some mad woman who enjoys seeing the world suffer?" Pavitr nodded in agreement. "There are some nutters out there! Take Miguel, for instance." Gwen chuckled, struggling to hold back her laughter.

"Oh, come on now. And I highly doubt Peter would let Miguel send us on such a pointless mission," Miles argued, peering into a dark alley, searching for any signs of criminal activity. Y/n let out a sound of amusement. "Are you really that certain, Miles? The guy chased you on all fours, I mean, all fours! I've never seen someone so dedicated to ruining another person's life." Pavitr burst into laughter, his amusement causing him to lose balance and fall off the chimney. Now, it was Y/n's turn to laugh. Ignoring the two, Gwen turned to Miles. "Miles, I know you want to prove yourself or whatever, but come on. Y/n has a point. This is..." A shrill scream cut off her words. The trio turned their attention to Y/n, who deadpanned, "I'm offended that you thought that was me."

"Whatever, someone's in trouble!" Miles leaped from the building, with the others not following. The group landed on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. Gwen tried to peer through the foggy, see-through material, but it was too obscured. "Just break the glass! It's easy!" Pavtri suggested. However, breaking the "glass" turned out to be more difficult than expected. Pavtri’s golden bracelets ricocheted off the material and came back to hit him. He made a noise of distress, but Y/n, ignoring the mishap, screamed, "There she is!" A clear opening in the material revealed a short lady. Her entire body was white, and she wore a long dress. Her black hair reached the floor, and she had a pink and red flower crown on her head.

"Y/n!" Gwen called out, "I'm on it!" Y/n responded, pulling out a red staff with golden tips on each side. The staff expanded vertically, breaking through the nearly impenetrable material. "Good job, Monkey Man!" Miles exclaimed before jumping down after Gwen. Y/n pulled his mask down. "Monkey Man? Are you serious? That's not a cool name!" Y/n jumped down, followed by Pavitr.

"Hey, lady!" Miles called out to the woman, who had her back turned to the group. "Why don't you turn around? Let us see that maybe pretty face of yours!" Pavitr joked, perching himself on a nearby crane, ready for any sudden movements. The lady slowly turned around, capturing the attention of the Spider-people.

"AUGHH!" The group screamed in unison as they caught sight of their opponent's face. Instead of eyes, she had black holes with white pupils, while black liquid leaked from her eyes. She had a eerie smile, the amount of liquid mirrored that which came from her eyes. "What on earth is that?!" Y/n exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Do you mind me asking... what are you doing here?" Miguel questioned, eyeing the punk who lay sprawled out on the floor. "Nah, go ahead, ask away," Hobie responded, using a tooth pick while making all sorts of funny faces. "I'm just gonna...I can’t even- I'll just ignore him…” Miguel muttered, using his unoccupied hand to soothe his incoming headache. "Whateva...you seen Y/n? I need to him too-“

"Don't even bother making up a lie. I don't need to know about... whatever it is you two do," Miguel interrupted, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a loud cry echoed through the building, capturing the attention of both men. It was Y/n, being hoisted up by Pavitr, who looked like he had been through a beating and rolled in mud. Peter, who was nearby, rushed to the aid of the bruised teens. "Goodness, what happened to all of you?" Peter asked, trying to ignore Y/n's complaints.

"A lady... with a biwu! She attacked us, mercilessly!" Miles shouted, his hearing temporarily impaired from the battle with the anomaly. Everyone winced at the volume. Miguel emerged from his quarters, with Hobie not far behind. "So, from what I gather, you've dealt with the problem?" Miguel asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah, but not without a hefty price," Gwen gestured towards the injured Y/n and Miles. Hobie hummed, walking over to his boyfriend. "Care to explain what 'appened?" Hobie took Pavitr's place, supporting his own boyfriend. "She hit me with a biwu!" Y/n pouted, crocodile tears falling from his eyes. Hobie looked slightly amused. "A biwu?" Y/n nodded, and the punk had to restrain himself from bursting into laughter. "Alrigh’ then... let's go lie down. 'mm sure you're in pain," Hobie said, guiding his limping boyfriend towards a nearby couch. Y/n's theatricality seemed to amplify in the presence of Hobie. "Should we tell him how Miles pushed him into the line of fire?" Pavitr asked. Gwen quickly shook her head. "Nah, if we do, he won't let Miles live it down. Besides, I'm sure he's got enough explaining to do to his parents," Gwen gestured to Miles, who was smacking the side of his head, trying to regain his hearing. Miles perked up, noticing his friends looking at him. "Did you say something, Gwen?!" Miles shouted, oblivious to the fact that his own volume was still heightened.

#cute #male reader #gay #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles molares #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar #miguel ohara #peter b parker #Spiderman: ​across the spiderverse x male reader #black male reader

[chunnies]

was listenin’ to ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ and got an idea

Pairing: Hobie x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Smut, cheating . Unprotected sex(pls use a condom)

The sound of skin slapping together and the smell of sex in the air. Your phone started to ring.

“Oh, hey, baby.” You said, trying your best to hold in your moans, but Hobie wasn’t stopping. He just kept thrusting in and out. Watching as his cock disappeared in and out of your went cunt.

“Yeah, i’ve got to. Uhm. I’ve got to go baby.” you said over the phone before hanging up.

“Fuck, Your so fuckin’ wet for me” His slurred voice said while sending in a few final thrusts before he coated your walls white.

All you could do was moan in response. You soon got dressed and hopped out of his van and going home. Waiting until tomorrow for your next meet.

You never thought you would cheat on your boyfriend. He trusted you and you trusted him. Then Hobie showed up. He was beautiful. He send butterflies through your whole body just by looking in your direction. It wasn’t love. You had a boyfriend. He loved you and you loved him. So why were you aching for Hobies touch?

“Oye, peng teng?” His voiced echoed through your mind

“Oh, my bad. Do you need something?”

“No, but you keep starin’ at me, so i thought you needed somethin’.”

How embarrassing. He caught you staring at him, now he was asking you why. You can just tell him that you were aching for him to touch you, you wanted him to trail his lips from yours all the way down to your core. You needed his touch. You needed him.

“No, sorry. Zoned out i guess!”

“You zone out like tha’ everyday? Might wanna get that checked out.”

Shit.

“Yeah, sorry..”

“Stop ‘pologizing , is alright. Swee’heart” He winked at you before walking out of the classroom. He winked. At you. You. That just send you over the edge. You needed him. And before you knew what you were doing you put on your backpack and chased him down the hall. Grabbing into his arm when you finally caught up.

“Wait,” You said breathless. “I do need something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

You didn’t think this far ahead. You looked around and didn’t see anyone. So, you grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. And that’s how you got to your current situation.

Currently you were riding him. Your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down. Letting out moans everytime his length was fully in you.

“It’s so cool when you’re on top.”

“W..Wha?” You slurred out. You couldn’t comprehend anything going on except that you were reaching your edge.

He laughed. He laughed at how pathetic you looked. Sweaty and moaning for him. When your boyfriend was right outside. Who’s idea was it to fuck in-front of his house? Doesn’t matter. He came . Yet again. At this point you were gonna get pregnant. Well, if you came off the pill at-least. You knew he liked to raw dog it, so, you started taking the pill.

Your life was pretty good. Except for the fact you were in a relationship you didn’t care for. You just didn’t know how to break up with him. You only wanted hobie. Only needed him. He was everything to you. Anyways, Hobie told him. Hobie told your fucking boyfriend that you and him were fuckin every other day. And that you both loved it. Later that day when Hobie walked past you in the hall with an even bigger smirk than usual you knew he had done something wrong. So, you texted your boyfriend and told him to meet you at your house after school. So, when he made it there you just had to end things.

“I just can’t do this anymore, being stuck in a relationship i don’t want to be in sucks.”

“You soon this so you can keep fucking that punk Hobie?”

“What?”

“He fuckin told me. I just. I cant look at you right now..” He said before leaving. You just stood there. Shocked and happy? Why were you happy?

Taglist: @localbeidousimp @wisteriaflowersss @melda0me

#Spotify #hobie x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie my beloved #hobie brown x reader #smut

[imbadatwrighting]

Hi love, I was wondering if you could do the Yughi-oh boys realizing they’re in love with you and how they act in a relationship

Ofc I love this <3 I did kinda the full thing from meeting you to dating you but oh well 🤷‍♀️ also kinda cringy and I think Seto’s was a little short but oh well

Yu-gi-oh boys in love with their S/o

Yugi Muto

How y’all met was wild-

Instead of the black cat and golden retriever trope you were more like a blunt angry bear and cute little golden retriever puppy trope

You met when you both were younger and became close friends

That’s when he got a crush on you but honestly it was relatively small

He would always try and be around you but eventually you started to see each other less and less

There was a particular reason for it

It just kind of happened that way

Now you two met again around season two which made Yugi ecstatic

Yami was cool with you relatively

Joey not so much-

The moment he fell in love with you though

Some random person tried to steal his deck from his belt so you chased after them and not only did you get his deck back but you beat the hell out of them and got them to apologize to Yugi

His heart bursted out of his heart after seeing how much you care about him

He was smitten

He was definitely not the one who asked you out

He got to scared every time he tried because he knew if you didn’t like him back you wouldn’t be super nice about it lmao

It was you who asked him out

But it wasn’t anything to fancy

You came up to Yugi at the end of school and offered to walk home with him

Which he said yes of course

When you finally got to his house you told asked him to go on a date with you

Bro almost bursted into tears

In a relationship he is the sweetest boy alive

He definitely has scary dog privileges

You come to every one of his duels because while you don’t play, you care about his interests

You always come with him on his little journeys with his friends

Then you were forced to play which you hated but won really easily even though you knew nothing

He likes physical touch with if you like it as well he’ll cuddle up to you at night and fall asleep

He always buys you food too

He is ok with the causal pda like holding hands but doesn’t want to attract attention so anything subtle he’s ok with

And quick pecks on the cheek

He tells you he loves you every night even if he doesn’t expect you to say it back

Bought matching necklaces for you to wear for Christmas

Expect him to make you breakfast whenever he can even though he is a terrible chef and you end up going to a cafe

He’ll stand up to anyone that’s rude to you and when they start to try and get physical you pretty much appear out of thin air and step in which he doesn’t like because he wants to stand up to your bullies

“Hey you don’t get to say anything about them!”

“Who the hell are you? Their plaything?”

“No! I’m their boyfriend! You don’t get to talk about them that way!”

“Why? You have a problem with it, punk?”

“He might not, but I do.”

“You don’t have to step in. I got this!”

“No, Yugi. I think I’m going to be dealing with them this time.”

“But I wanted to…”

“We’ll talk about this late babe.”

“Fine! Be nice! Love you!”

“Love you too, Yugi.”

Yami Yugi

You two met pretty randomly

You came up to him while he was at the arcade with his friends and you kissed him

He heard a couple Oohs but he was more concerned on who you are and why you’re kissing him

Once you broke the kiss you just walked away leaving him baffled at the situation

He followed after you and demanded to know why you kissed him

He doesn’t know what he expected but the answer ‘it was a dare’ was not definitely not what he thought

It made him disappointed ngl

He let out a little oh and then let you walk away

He thought about you ever since that day

Then he met you again

He came up to you while you were sitting at a cafe reading a book and sat down right across from you

He expected you to remember him but alas you didn’t lmfao

But even though you didn’t remember him you still offered him food and didn’t insist on him leaving

Honestly it was a little concerning considering the fact you thought he was a stranger

Somehow through all of this you guys became friends

Whenever he is in Domino City and not on his little journeys he goes out to a cafe with you

He tries to do this every Saturday but it doesn’t always work out with both of your schedules

You and Yami had the slowest slow burn known to man

He didn’t realize he was in love with you for a while

Until he saw you kissing someone else

He was so confused at what he was feeling that he went back home and just sat oh his bed

He asked Yugi about it and he was the one that made Yami realize he was in love with you

He wasn’t a big fan of the feeling

He tried to avoid you as much a possible but that did last to long

You cornered him into an alleyway and made him explain his behavior

And while he tried to lie… he isn’t a good liar‏

When he was trying to play cool you kissed him and he quickly forgot about everything and kissed back

During the little make out session you asked him to date you causing him to stop

He told you about seeing you kiss someone else and didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who likes someone else

Then you had to explain how the guy kissed you and it would never happen again because you had your eyes set on Yami since the first day you met him

He believed you and became your boyfriend

He is much more closed off and private about pretty much everything to do with you

His friends didn’t even know about you until Yugi told them how Yami is dating someone

He doesn’t say it out loud that he loves you or engage in to much physical affection but he does always bring and buy you stuff

Anything he sees that he think you’ll like he’ll buy

Unlike Yugi, when he makes you food he doesn’t mess it up

Honestly probably the best food you’ll ever have in your life

It’s usually for special occasions only

When you two do cuddle it’s mostly in bed with you both about to go to sleep and spooning each other with you as the big spoon and him as the little one

Every new place he goes to he brings something back for you if you don’t want to go along

He invites you to every one of his matches

He is very quiet and reserved speaking wise but you can usually tell what he’s thinking based off his body language

Will watch anything you want with you while eating popcorn and other unhealthy food

He also got you this really expensive ring for Christmas

“Yami… you shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

“I know but this! This is so…”

“Lovely? I don’t understand do you not want it? I can get you another if you would like.”

“No Yami. It’s just so expensive looking I mean have you looked at me? It’ll be like a shining red ferrari in a haystack.”

“Do you not like it?”

“No. It’s gorgeous, but you’re going to be really disappointed with what I got you.”

“Anything you get me I will treasure with my life.”

“Thanks Yami, but just know it’s not a expensive ass ring.”

“I kind of already figured.”

Joey Wheeler

This man fell for you the moment he met you… literally.

It what gots your attention so he’s not really complaining

He honestly thought whenever you two would meet you were flirting with him but in reality you were being normal

He would always flirt back which you noticed but decided on not saying anything

While he had a ‘flirty’ relationship with you and like you he didn’t love you

Until you and him went to the arcade-

You were competing against him in one of the games and when you won you let out a deep laugh making him start to laugh as well

It made him realize how much he enjoys you and he wants to be with you forever

You’re the person that makes him happy after all

As soon as he realized that he asked you out which you replied with a short yes and told him you’re going to be at one of the shooting games

He honestly didn’t know if he should be happy or sad

I mean you said yes but then you acted like him asking you out wasn’t a big deal

When he confronted you on it probably more angry than he needed you just told him you knew he liked you and expected it

He got a little bit embarrassed over that

When you two start dating he’s really sweet and dresses to impress but as time goes on he becomes the type of boyfriend that will come into your home grab your chips and watch tv with you with his stained shirt and sweatpants

Not that your complaining

He always buys you gifts when he can but he’s kind of broke so there definitely a little bit trashy

He’s usually staying at your house at night and will sleep in holding onto you tight so when you wake up you can’t go anywhere

He’s a very cuddly person and always wants your arm wrapped around him whenever and wherever

He introduced you to his sister a moth or so after you two started dating and it was safe to say she loved you

Even if she didn’t understand you

He’s also nervous that you’ll leave him for someone else so he gets jealous really quickly

If you are involved in sports like football or soccer or wrestling he’ll be cheering you on from the sides yelling something like ‘WOOOOO IM DATING THE ONE IN WHITE YEAH BABE YOU GO’ ‘Joey they’re all in white…’ ‘YUGI SHUSH’

Whenever he’s dueling the thing that keeps him going is you

You and him go out to dinner whenever you guys can

You’re the one that pays for it though

He will honestly cheer you on if you decided to beat someone up

As long as you had a good reason

“Yeah Baby you got this!”

“Didn’t you say you were heading home Joey?”

“Don’t focus on that focus on those pedos!”

“Will do hun. Do you want to join me? Your getting very close.”

“No way in hell!”

“Ok then.”

Seto Kaiba

He hated you when he first met you

You two got off to a bad start

He was working at a cafe when you came close and tripped spilling your coffee over him and his computer

You were dared by Mokuba even though you had no idea who either of them were

Since you were pretty much broke and couldn’t afford to pay for the stuff (which was over $7000) he just hired you instead

That honestly did not help

You just kept bugging him and asking him questions about the job

The only reason he didn’t fire you immediately is because he thought you were suffering while working for him (even though you were having a great time and he was the one suffering)

It was unexpected to fall in love with you

You were walking home when you saw a couple boys surrounding Mokuba

When you saw one of the boys hit him you stepped in scaring the kids off

You saw that Mokuba had a bruise forming on his check and his clothes were ripped

Since your house was so close you just took him home to get him fixed up and gave him some clothes that were to big for him so he ended up looking like Jesse Pinkman

You called Seto and when he answered he was a little agitated because Mokuba was no where to be found and he thought you would be asking about how to work the printer again

But when you told him how you had Mokuba all the agitation in his voice decimated

He let a soft that I you a hanged up only 5 minutes later he showed up at your door even though you never told him your address

When he saw you he just got this feeling that he couldn’t explain

It wasn’t until you asked him if he wanted to get coffee did he realize what he was feeling

He wouldn’t be surprised if he had hearts in his eyes for you

He told you he liked you a day later and you two started dating

The beginning of the relationship was a little awkward because of how little both of talk

It helped that you understood Seto’s schedule so you ok with him coming home really late in the night

He buys you a lot of things that you probably don’t need

You always watch over Mokuba instead of the guards when he can’t

When he does come home on time he always leaves super early in the morning

Whenever he comes home late he always climbs into bed with you

“Seto?”

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry go back to bed.”

“It’s fine. I was waiting for you but I got tired.”

“I can see that.”

“Mokuba is asleep in the other room.”

“I’ll bring him home in the morning.”

“He can stay I don’t mind.”

“We’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

“Ok.”

#x reader #x male reader #male reader #joey wheeler #joey wheeler x reader #seto kaiba #seto kaiba x reader #yami yugi #x female reader #female reader #yami yugi x reader #Yami x male reader #Joey wheeler x male reader #yugi muto x reader #yugi mutou #yugioh x reader #Yugi Muto x male reader #Yugi Muto x fem!reader #Yami x fem!reader #Joey wheeler x fem!reader #Seto Kaiba x male reader #Seto Kaiba x fem!reader

[fictarian]

Could i request Hobie w/ reader who struggles with expressing their emotions?🫶

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟖

ღ I’m not gonna lie, I had such a hard time thinking of how I would portray the reader since there are multiple reasons as to why someone would struggle with expressing themselves, but I ultimately decided on making the reader reclusive, quiet, and VERY awkward. Shout out to my introverted and socially awkward followers, we’re in the same sinking boat 🔥

ღ This kind of strayed from the original request so that’s MY BAD (me when ADHD)

ღ Also, here’s the update on the votes for the next series— It’s currently tied between Miles (both 1610 and 42) and Pavitr Prabhakar, BUT, Spider Noir is currently in the lead. The voting ends when I post part 10 of ‘Him’, and that’s when I’ll choose the winner. So if you haven’t already, go ahead and vote here

ღ Good lord i’m running out of banners, maybe this is my sign to do another profile theme change

ღ Pervious part can be found here !

• It’s a mystery to everyone as to how you and Hobie started dating, given that you both are polar opposites. And to be honest, you have no idea how you managed to bag him either LMFAO.

• You probably met him at the local record store while you were browsing through some of your favorite albums when Hobie suddenly came up to you, asking if you knew where a certain artist was. You didn’t respond to his question for a good couple of minutes, since you were still trying to comprehend the fact that a fine ass, 6’3, punk lover was actually talking to you and you weren’t dreaming.

• When you did respond, your answer came out in a jumble of loud incoherent words (y/n ahh 😭). Of course he didn’t understand what you were saying, so you repeated yourself MUCH quieter, and that didn’t help at all.

• In the end, you just pointed to where the albums Hobie wanted were located before hastily turning around while cursing yourself for fumbling so badly.

• I like to think that Hobie often hangs out with loud and extroverted people, so seeing someone that was the complete opposite of that was refreshing for him (no matter how awkward the situation was). And honestly, Hobie found it cute that he made you react like that from just him talking to you.

• So when you were at the counter paying for your albums, best believe that Hobie came up and payed for your shit as a way to engage in conversation. You did NOT know how to react to that, especially when Hobie only winked and slid you the receipt. He turned it over, which revealed a collection of numbers in messy hand writing.

• “Go head and add my number f’me, love” Your jaw dropped, causing Hobie to chuckle before he pushed himself off the counter waving goodbye to you before exiting the store.

• It took you awhile to actually message him, since you had no clue what to say. But talking to him on phone was much easier in your book, since you didn’t have to rely on your voice much and the thoughts that usually ran through your head in public were slowed.

• You started out with a simple hey and a thank you, and the conversation started from there. Since it was over text, you became a lot more at ease and relaxed while talking with Hobie. However, some (if not all) of the texts he sent made you giggle and kick your feet like a school girl 💀.

• At one point Hobie began flirting and soon, you became daring enough to flirt back.

• ‘Daring now, aren’t we? I bet you wouldn’t say all of this face to face ;)’ ‘Watch me’

• You eat those words when you two set up a place to meet up, and Hobie starts teasing you about the texts you sent NONSTOP. His teasing only makes you act worse and public, and somehow increases your stuttering x10.

• And even when he isn’t teasing you, every single thing Hobie says still makes you trip. For example, when you’re talking, and then he asks you in his deep and gritty voice ‘Speak up f’me, love. I can barley ‘ere a word that comes outta yer pretty mouth’

• 🧍

• Despite your differences and how easily it was for Hobie to make your brain rot, you two grew quite close over a short period of time.

• He’d always push you to do more things and meet more people, and even if it doesn’t work out, Hobie would always praise you for trying and getting out of your comfort zone.

• Hobie would he very supportive and patient with you, since he knows how difficult it is for you to properly get your words out. But even then, he still LOVES teasing you and seeing just how easily he effects you.

• Overall, Hobie would be your #1 hypeman and biggest supporter while also managing to be the reason of your demise

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#across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #atsv headcanons #headcannons

[pearlsinmyhair]

₊ ⊹ the price of the name.

synopsis: reader has had a hard life, and now she’s an orphan. but someone just as lonely comes into her life to take her under his wing.

warnings: violence in this chapter (capture of an anomaly, star girl gets injured), mentions of getting stitches without anesthetic. The Fight ™. Miguel loses himself in anger twice (tread lightly). lots of cursing. use of spanish.

so…it does get worse after this chapter. hobie is a g (yes he’s here). as always, this is a platonic!miguel x reader fic, not a romantic one.

part i | part ii

word count: 2.7k

part iii: i’m not her

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“let’s go over the process one more time.” miguel was saying as you both exited the trans-universe portal.

“no, please god, no.” you groaned, pressing your hand to the mask of you spider suit. “we must have gone over this a million times, miguel. this isn’t my first anomaly.”

the eye patterns of his suit narrowed. you had gotten to know his facial expressions well over the past nine months, even when he was wearing his mask.

“yes, but this one’s big. you’ve never tackled a big one before.” he claimed, and you rolled your eyes.

“telling me about it isn’t going to be the same as me actually experiencing it. just let me do my thing.” you responded, shooting a web to a nearby building and jumping up to swing.

miguel’s tight grip on the back of your suit held you still like a puppy, and you wriggled for a moment before giving in and letting him set you on the ground.

“we’re waiting for the other spider, remember? slow down.” miguel said firmly, hand resting at the base of your neck for a moment in a ‘stay’ gesture. you shrugged his hand off.

“who is it?” you asked. you had yet to work with someone other than miguel on missions. he preferred to work with you hands on, using the anomalies as a lesson.

yet another thing that was unusual: miguel didn’t do ‘partners’. jess was the closest to that before you.

miguel’s posture stiffened, and your spidey-senses tingled as you put the pieces together.

“don’t tell me.” you said in a giddy voice to him, and miguel pressed his fingers to his temples as if trying to relieve a headache.

before you could press him more, the sound of an all-too familiar guitar riff burst across the roof top you both stood on.

“hey, star girl.” came the sound of a familiar voice, slurred with a cockney accent.

you turned and ran straight to hobie, pounding your fist with his as you pulled you close by his arm around your shoulders.

“you two…know each other?” came miguel’s stern voice, glaring at you and hobie.

“yeah, we’ve met a few times around the base.” you explained as hobie shoved your shoulder playfully.

“y/n’s pretty hard to miss, boss. kinda surprised you assumed we hadn’t.” hobie said, and you didn’t miss the mocking tone in his voice as he looked at miguel.

you poked him in the ribs, willing him to behave.

he pinched your side in response, causing you to squeal and pull away from the spider punk beside you.

“enough play, let’s secure this anomaly.” miguel said, murmuring a curse in spanish as he turned from you and slung a web.

hobie looked down at you. “does he get jealous this of’en?” he asked, shooting a web of his own as he shifted his guitar up his shoulder.

you shrugged. “he’s not jealous, hobie. you just piss each other off.” you both jumped from the building, quickly locating the thing you were to capture.

“sure, i piss him off. but that was different. he’s got a soft spot, y/n”

you shrugged again as you pulled yourself up into a flip, locating the anomalies weak points.

it took a moment for you to realize just why miguel was so concerned.

the anomaly was a green goblin, and a quick one at that.

nine months ago you would have been useless in this fight. but now? miguel’s training has honed your skills, and you moved through the motions with the ease of a dancer in a well-rehearsed routine.

that was, until the goblin threw one of his smoke bombs right into your face.

the momentary blindness caused you to miss your webbing. you slammed through a window of a skyscraper into an office building, rolling across the floor and into a desk.

“fuck.” you murmured as you tried to stand, only for your legs to buckle. your ears rang from the bomb, and your eyes watered.

you removed your mask, taking a breath of fresh air as you tried to get your barings. you looked down at your body in an attempt to take stock of your injuries.

there was a laceration across your calf from the glass, and your shoulder throbbed. it took a second for you to realize that it was dislocated.

you took a few moments to rest your head back, fighting the urge to just sit and rest. you were needed. you had to get back.

you shifted up against the desk, manouveing your arm so that it sat in place before you shoved your body to the side.

you let out a strangled cry when your arm popped back into place, the pain bright but brief. your hearing was coming back, and you could hear the distant cackles of the green goblin as you stood.

you stepped to the broken window, taking a breath before you jumped back into the fight.

“hey star girl! you still with us?” shouted hobie from a distance, and you gave him a thumbs up.

he couldn’t afford the time to ask you more, simply nodding as he slammed his guitar against the goblin’s glider, causing the anomaly to fall.

orange silk stuck to the goblin’s chest, tugging him forward before a blue figure slammed into his chest, causing the two to fly into another building, disappearing from view.

you took a moment to just hang, catching your breath as you waited for miguel to give you and hobie the go ahead.

when nothing came, you scowled, swinging through the opening.

the sight that greeted you made your blood run cold.

you knew miguel could get mad. you had heard the whispers, heard the stories, listened to the tales of blood and broken bones that followed in his wake.

but nothing could compare to actually seeing his brutality.

miguel laid into the goblin, his fist colliding with his jaw over and over again, each impact sounding wetter than the last.

the anomaly’s mask was long sense shattered, and you could see the eyes of norman osborn just barely clinging to life.

“miguel stop.” you said, voice barely above a whisper as you fought down the bile rising in your throat.

but miguel didn’t hear you, slamming his fist against the goblin’s face again.

you should have known not to get too close. you were trained to stay away from close fist fights. but in that moment, nothing mattered.

you took a step closer and placed your hand against miguel’s back, trying to calm him. “mig, you need to st-“

his elbow collided with you nose with a sickening crunch. blood burst from it like a supernova, and your vision swam as you stumbled back a few steps.

hobie caught you under the armpits, hauling you back so you could both lean against a desk for support.

“miguel, what the fuck.” he was saying, voice low and angry as he pressed a ripped off part of his shirt to your nose. you winced in pain, and hobie’s eyes hardened even more.

when you finally got the courage to look up at your mentor, your mouth went dry.

because he was already looking at you, with the same mixture of guilt and regret that he had when he first took you as an apprentice.

he was on you in a second, hovering over you and cupping your face with clawed hands. looking wild while beating a man was one thing, but the devastated look he gave you now as he held you was much much worse.

hobie was still pissed, watching miguel from behind you, making sure that he was gentle.

miguel brushed the blood from your nose with a claw, looking tortured. all the while he was murmuring soft sentences in spanish, things that you didn’t quite have the mental capacity to translate, what with the broken nose and bleeding leg.

“lo siento, pequeña. no quise hacerlo, va a estar bien. mierda chica, lo siento mucho.”

you watched as hobie tapped at his watch in your peripheral, and an orange portal opened to your left. it seemed to snap miguel out of whatever trance he had fallen into, and he straightened.

he nodded to hobie, and the punk picked you up easily as miguel did the same for the now-unconscious green goblin.

“ready?” asked the spider holding you, though you knew him enough by now to understand that the question was mostly rhetorical.

you nodded as you pressed the back of your hand to your nose, preparing for the lecture that surely awaited you.

the four of you jumped into the portal, back to base.

₊ ⊹

the worst possible thing miguel can do is be quiet.

he did it often. once you had called him a ‘stewer’, because he would wait until whatever speech he was preparing was the perfect amount of cruel.

you sat in your designated chair with one leg up as the spider-doctor of the base bandaged it. it had needed stitches, and you had forced yourself to go through it without any kind of anesthesia. you had stitched up worse on your own before.

“two weeks rest, and then you’re able to go back in the field. just take it easy for now.” the doctor was saying, and you nodded. you were only truly half listening. the other half of your attention was placed upon miguel, who stood with his back turned to you not twenty feet away.

the doctor dismissed themselves, and you pulled your leg up to sit criss-cross in the chair.

it was a design by miguel himself, added when you needed a place to sit on days where your mentor was busy in his office.

you could still vaguely hear the echos of him explaining complex microbiology and gene-splicing as you did your research papers beside him.

miguel was silent for a few more beats, and you continued watching him, knowing that he felt you staring.

you had been his apprentice for nine months. you knew each others mannerisms well by now.

he let out the characteristic “you’re about to get an earful” sigh that typically haunted your nightmares.

“you almost died.”

oh.

you expected something a bit more barbed, but you could work with this.

“yes. i almost did. but i’m here, and i’m ok.”

“it doesn’t matter.” he said as he finally turned to you, with a solemn resignation in his eyes that made your heart stop.

“you. almost. died. y/n. and i can’t allow that while i’m your mentor. you’re benched.”

your confusion sharpened to irritation.

“you can’t bench me, miguel. i’m not a child.” you responded, rising from your seat. when you put weight against your freshly stitched leg you tripped slightly. miguel gave you a hard look as if it justified his decision.

“i’m your superior. if i say you’re done, you’re done. understood?” he said, with a note of finality that meant he didn’t want a response other than confirmation.

you shook your head, unwilling to back down. “no, i don’t understand.” you replied, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to look bigger next to his tall form.

“i don’t understand why you give me special treatment over others. i don’t understand why you feel the need to be so fucking protective over me. miguel, i don’t…” you sighed, gathering your words as he watched you with a carefully controlled expression.

“i know you feel a certain…responsibility over me because i’m your apprentice. and i understand your concern. but i’m also a person. i’m eighteen, soon to be nineteen. i can handle scrapes and bruises. it’s what we do-“

“y/n, it wasn’t just scrapes and bruises this time. you flew through a fucking window. jesus christ, kid, i thought you were dead.” his tone leaned to desperation, and it made any words you had prepared die in your throat.

sweet clarity.

miguel laying into the green goblin like it was personal, like it was vengeance. how the moments that you took to rest were probably actually minutes, making it look like you went AWOL. how when miguel accidentally elbowed your nose, he probably expected to find you bleeding amongst glass rather than clutching your face.

but the sympathy that normally accompanied your conversations with miguel was gone. instead, words sharpened like blades on your tongue.

“this isn’t fucking fair, miguel. i didn’t ask for this.” you said lowly.

his eyes narrowed at you. “and what exactly is this.”

the words on the tip of your tongue, ready to fire like bullets at the weakest part of miguel. the must vulnerable.

there was always an unspoken fifth rule of your partnership.

never, under any circumstances, talk about his daughter.

“being treated like i’m gabriella. like i’m some second chance for you to make things right. as if i’m just another option to make your life happier-“

you didn’t get to finish.

miguel’s hands clenched the collar of your suit, lifting you so that your toes barely brushed the ground. it wasn’t strangling, but the way he glared down at you promised violence.

your breath caught in your throat as he looked at you, rage palpable as his claws created puncture holes in your suit.

but you trudged on. you had repressed these thoughts for too long.

“miguel, you can’t lock me in a tower and call it love.”

all at once, the rage faded, and the grip on your collar ceased.

you dropped to the floor, wheezing. but a web hit your chest, easing you down. you followed its trail back to the owner.

hobie brown stood in the entrance way to miguel’s office, looking livid. but he said nothing.

that was always the wonderful thing about hobie. he knew when to wait for your signal.

“listen to me very carefully, kid. you will go home, now. you will get the fuck out of this demension as soon as this conversation is over, and you will stay out of it until further notice.” miguel growled, looking down at you.

“you will not be called on any missions, and you will not respond to any invitations to help.” he looked pointedly at hobie. “if you do, i will take your watch and drag you back to your dimension myself. am i understood?”

you looked at him from the ground, frustrated tears in your eyes. there was no way out.

“yes sir.”

you got up and walked out of the office.

₊ ⊹

hobie followed you, keeping pace with your limping step.

“are you really gonna listen to that prick?” he asked, glaring at some nosy spiders that stared. “he’s a fucking idiot if he thinks your gonna stop-“

“i am going to, hobie. i’m going home.” you told him, and the spider-punk paused.

“you saw how he looked at me. do you think he’s going to be kind when he finds me swinging with you or pav with anomalies? you think he won’t drag me back?” you knew miguel well. and you knew his resolve.

he wouldn’t hesitate to take your watch. he wouldn’t hesitate to confine you to your own reality, never to see him or your friends again.

all for the sake of protecting you.

‘you could have died.’

“you said your parents are gone, right?” hobie asked, and you stopped walking at the audacity of that question. when you turned to him, he raised his hands up to show you he meant no harm.

“i just don’t think you should be alone right now. come crash in my flat. we’ll find something to do other than wallow in our own misery, ay?”

you deflated, wanting nothing more than to sink into hobie’s embrace. and you did, allowing him to pull you close as the tears you were holding back finally escaped your eyes, leaking onto hobie’s blue shirt, mixing with the blood that stained it from your nose.

he tapped his watch to open another portal, and you spared one last glance towards the direction of miguel’s office before you stepped through it.

masterlists | part iv

so…like i said…it does get worse in the next chapter. i hope that you all liked this one ♡. stay tuned…

“lo siento, pequeña. no quise hacerlo, va a estar bien. mierda chica, lo siento mucho. - i’m sorry, little one. i didn’t mean to do it, it’s going to be ok. shit kid, i’m so sorry.

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#the price of the name #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #platonic!miguel ohara x reader #dad!miguel o’hara #daughter!reader #star girl #star girl hasn’t paid in full yet #miguel x reader #miguel ohara atsv #miguel atsv

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☤ 1.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☤ Fluff, Bucky being sweet

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☤ I don't have to explain myself for the cuteness in this one, I have no excuse.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☤ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“What the hell are you doin’ here, Peanut?” Bucky asked loudly, his mouth slackened in surprise. “You’re meant to be resting—or layin’ down!”

Which, that was true. But when had you ever listened when you were told what to do?

The driver’s door of your car slammed shut, and you shivered from the cold air outside. Your boyfriend still stood in the doorway of the office, struck dumb with your surprise visit to his station — while it wasn’t the first time, you loved the way he lit up when he saw you. 

His boots crunched over the snow as he jogged over, and he pulled you into his chest where it was warm. “Baby girl? What’re you doin’?”

“I bought a tree,” you said, muffled by his uniform jacket. “For the station, so it can be Christmassy.”

“You brought us a what?”

Pulling away from his embrace, you looked back towards your car. “I brought you a tree. For the station, so it can be Christmassy,” you repeated happily. “I got the decorations and everything—even some tinsel for your truck.”

Bucky grinned, wide and bright against the flurries of snow that landed in his hair. “You– I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you, too. Now help me get this stuff inside so I don’t freeze.”

With the tree and the numerous bags of decorations now inside the break room, where it was warm, you paused in the doorway to look around the room. Ideally, the placement would need to be somewhere out of the way, you thought — all of the personnel had to be able to run without risk of tripping over objects in the way, and in this case, a decorated tree. 

“Peanut!” Steve called suddenly, the blond’s head peering around the doorway to the garage, where the truck was no doubt parked. “It’s good to see you, doll.”

“Hey, Stevie,” you replied, running towards him for a hug, one of which he supplied readily. “I’ve brought Christmas to you guys.”

Bucky huffed and stared between you and the tree propped against the table. “Yeah, yeah you did—where’s the stuff for the truck?”

You pointed to one of the canvas tote bags, the pretty and cute embroidered design of Mrs. Claus on the side. “In there; just some tinsel and decorations.”

“Perfect,” Bucky said, beaming. “Punk, you do the tree in here—I’m gonna take my girl to help me with the truck.”

The noise that Steve made was a mix between indignation and disbelief. “But–”

“Thanks!” Bucky was pulling you out the door towards the garage, not even pausing to look back at the exasperation in Steve’s expression or the eye roll he sent your way. 

The sound of Bucky’s boots and your shoes over the floor of the garage echoed in the cavernous space, and you came upon Bucky’s truck — his baby. 

“So,” he grunted, pulling open the double doors at the back of the vehicle. There were already holiday stickers on the windows. “Why don’t we–” Boots scuffed over the floor of the compartment as Bucky jumped up, and he turned around to offer you his hand. “Start with the tinsel? Then we can put the decorations up—I think the paed– I mean kids, would love it.”

“I know they will,” you said earnestly, and you placed the bag full of cheer onto the stretcher. “Let’s get started, baby.”

For what felt like hours, you puttered around the back of the ambulance with Bucky, discussing the best spots and ways to put the decorations, and while he was open to all of your suggestions, there was one thing he would not budge from. “No, that one has to go there.”

You stared at him, then towards where he was pointing. It was the surface closest to the medic’s seat; the space he occupied while Steve drove. “But, Buck–”

“No buts.” Bucky stomped over, the suspension of the truck bouncing with his steps. “I wan’ it there, so you’re close to me.”

The breath in your chest hitched with his admission. “Oh.”

“Yeah, see? It’s important, Peanut.” He gently grabbed the ornament from your hand to stick some of the tape he used to secure the tinsel on the bottom of the decoration, and he placed it on the favoured spot. “It’s not goin’ nowhere but there.”

With Bucky so close, you could smell his cologne and the mix of what you came to associate with home — it was a wonder that no matter how long or hard Bucky worked, he managed to never, ever have a whiff of chemical residue, or the lingering smell of despair you’d come to associate with hospitals.  

“You alright?” he asked quietly, and his gloved hands cupped your cheeks — the wool of them soft against your skin. It was the same pair you had bought him last winter. “Peanut, baby?”

You smiled, unable to do anything else, and you leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips. Time froze while you poured all of your love into the connection — your lips danced with his in an age-old routine, one that you had perfected with one another. 

“I take that as a yes,” Bucky breathed, pulling away so he could rest his forehead on yours. “But I ain’t complainin’.”

A laugh shook your shoulders, and you pulled away from his body to stare around at the compartment, now alight with the cheer you hoped to bring. Tinsel circled around the lights that were above your head and around the windows of the back doors, while small decorations, no bigger than your palm, were nestled amongst the sparkly material. 

“It looks perfect.”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, jus’ like my girl.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The moment ended when the radio at the front of the truck emitted static, then his number, followed by Steve’s and his name. “Shit, hang on, baby,” Bucky said quickly, and he jumped out of the compartment, yelling to Steve, “Get out here, punk!”

You followed suit, albeit much gentler, and you stood back from the truck while Bucky started it up.

“I know! I know—I heard; I’m coming!” Steve answered, and you could hear his feet pounding on the floor while he ran. He burst through the door a second later, jacket over his arm and bag over the over. “Let’s go.”

“I’ve gotta go, I’ll text you, alright?” Bucky rushed, and he kissed you on the lips before he bolted towards the driver’s door. 

“Be safe!” you yelled over the engine. Bucky glanced your way and smiled, just as you said, “Go save a life, my hero.”

Sirens split the air, and you watched, your heart in your throat, while the ambulance tore from the station. You glanced to the side with a sigh to see the door to the office open, and from your spot, you could see the tree; half decorated, half sparse.

Before you could think better of it, your feet carried you towards the door. The overhead lights were on, and the Christmas lights you brought for the tree twinkled, half strewn over the branches and half in a heap on the floor. 

“Oh, boys,” you murmured. Your fingertips brushed the branches. “I’ll finish it for you—I think you’ll need it when you get back.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #MB #rookthorne's works

[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk - 0.3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Announced each chapter.

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The hideout was just as busy as I remembered.

Live music, the smell of weed and cigarettes lingering in the air, the bustling of customers and waitstaff, the unknown sticky stubstance that seemed to coat the floor, and Jim's voice hollering at the cooks.

Yep, same place, different year.

"Y/N Harrington as I live and breathe." Sarah, Jim's wife's voice came from the bar, gaining my attention quickly.

I smiled and waved, walking over to the bar with a small pep in my step.

She looked me over once, "When Jim told me you were calling our house that early to ask for a job, I thought we were being punked. What the hell are you doing here?"

A chuckle escaped my lips, and I ran my hand through my hair, "Stuff happened, and I had to come back. I'd rather not get into it if you don't mind."

She waved it off, "Understood. Come on, get back here and show me what you know."

♡♡♡

The night at The Hideout was in full swing, and I was mixing drinks for the bar patrons.

The night was still young, and once I got a chance to breathe, Jim was standing at the bar.

"There's a live band playing tonight. They're a cover band called Corroded Coffin. Pretty good group of guys." He explained, leaving against the bar, "I gotta warn ya, one of the guys, he's got these high school friends that like to come watch. They're allowed to be in here but no alcoholic beverages. Only food, water, soda, or a virgin drink if you're nice enough."

I nodded, understanding what he was telling me, "It's cool that you let them come watch."

"They bring business, and that's all I care about. Same reason why I let you perform whenever you wanted, starting at age sixteen."

I laughed, shaking my head as I handed one of the patrons their drink, "God, that feels like a lifetime ago."

He nodded, smirking as he sat in one of the barstools, "Why don't you help out your old pal and perform one of these nights, huh? I'm sure you'll get quite the audience when people realize Y/N Harrington has come back to town."

"People already know. I got five calls from people asking if she was performing or not." Sarah joked, which made me chuckle lightly, shaking my head.

"Sorry guys, my rockstar days are merely a distant dream."

Jim furrowed his eyebrows, watching me move from the bar to the sink as I started to clean the glasses, "Is that why you're back? Because you didn't get your big break in three years?"

There was a pregnant pause before I answered. I didn't want to tell the truth, so I didn't, "Yeah, that's it."

A group of young teenagers raced to the bar; the tallest had shaggy brown hair and looked very excited as he was bouncing off the walls, he had an anxious looking girl with long brown hair gripping his arm as she looked around.

"Hey Jim!" Another boy with curly brown hair greeted, before looking over at me, "You're new."

I shrugged, amused at the teens, "Not really, just moved back. Want some nachos?"

A read head nodded, glaring lightly, "You look familiar."

I shrugged, "I've got one of those faces; what can I say."

The curly-haired kid interjected, "Can I get a Sherly Temple?"

"You've got it," I said grabbing my notepad, "Anything else?"

The group of teens gave me their drink orders from various sodas, and the redhead asked if I could make her a fruity mocktail. I agreed as I loved mixing drinks of all kinds; it shouldn't be too difficult to replace tequila with Sprite.

"You guys find us a table; I'll wait for our stuff." The curly kid said, and they all nodded, moving off in separate directions to attempt to find a table big enough.

The kid turned to look at me as I was making their drinks, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." I said, moving my hip so he could see my name badge on the apron that was tied around my waist, "What about you?"

"I'm Dustin." He greeted, "It's nice to meet you"

I smiled at his kindness, "It's nice to meet you too."

A very familiar voice that approached the bar, "Henderson, where are the others?" Steve, in a bar, seemed to know many kids. I smirked, passing Dustin his drink as Steve made eye contact with me, freezing.

"Why, hello, Steve. What can I get for you?"

He blinked, snapping out of his shocked state, "What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like? Making your little friends Mocktails just as the good lord intended."

He rolled his eyes, "Really, Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I'm working, Steve. Can't you tell?"

Dustin looked confused, looking between the two of us, "Do you know her, Steve?"

"She's my sister." He gritted out, not taking his eyes off me as I put the drinks on a tray so I could bring them to the kid's table.

Dustin blinked, "You have a sister?"

"Go find the others, Dustin." He said and the boys' eyes widened, scurrying off with his drink.

He sighed, "Put their stuff on my tab." He mumbled and some other older teenagers walked over to him, including Robin whose eyes widened as she saw me.

"Right on." I say as I write it down in my notebook, "Can I get you anything else? Sodas? Another plate of Nachos?"

He turned to his friends, and they ordered, and I wrote it down, "Cool. You can find a table, and I'll get right on it after I deliver these drinks."

Nodding, they all turned and walked off, and I grabbed the tray of drinks. Spotting the kids at the table, I saw Jim approaching them with the Nachos as I approached, "Alright! A Coke, Sprite, Fruity Concoction, another Coke, and water for the little lady. If you need anything else just come and find me, yeah?"

They all stared at me; Dustin must've told them I was Steve's sister. Apparently, it's uncommon knowledge. I wasn't too surprised.

"Alright, enjoy your night." I slipped off and back to the bar, a waitress was clocking in which meant I could stay behind the bar for as long as I needed.

I heard tapping on the microphone, and I glanced over at the stage, seeing the band that was playing that night. Corroded Coffin was written on the drums, and they seemed like they were a relatively normal rock band.

My eyes found the frontman right away.

He wore a Metallica shirt with the sleeves cut off, black ripped jeans with a studded belt, he held a beautiful electric guitar, and he had silver rings on his fingers on his hands. His hair was long and curly, and he had big brown eyes that excitedly looked through the crowd.

He had a stage presence like no other.

His eyes scanned the bar and they landed on me, where he stopped looking around. Our eyes met and I felt my stomach drop, so I looked away as a customer walked up to the bar.

I smiled at Robin, who greeted me as she sat at the bar.

"Sorry, Robin, I'd hook you up with something good if Jim weren't here." I said with a smile as I leaned against the bar, "Can I make you a fruity virgin?"

"I already am one." She joked, but her face turned pink, and she looked away from me, looking down at the ground, "Sorry, bad joke."

I smiled, laughing, "I spent the last three years in California, Robin; I don't care if you do swing a certain way." I winked at her and grabbed an empty glass from a customer returning it, placing it in the sink for later.

She nodded, tapping on the counter as the band started playing.

I looked at Steve's table, and they were all paying attention to the stage intently; they must know someone from the band; I decided not to inquire since Steve didn't seem to want me to know his business.

"I'll take whatever you made for Max, though," Robin brought my attention back to her, "Just so you know, I know that things between you and Steve are tense right now, but he loves you. He's just a dingus who can't healthily express his emotions."

I chuckled, nodding, "Cheers to our parents for that. Thank you, Robin. I'll get right on it; bring it to your table if you want to enjoy the show."

"Oh, we come here every Tuesday. Supporting the band and all," She turned, pointing to the first band member, "Jeff is on the guitar to the left, Gareth is on the drums, Dougie is on the Bass, and Eddie is the frontman, singing and playing the guitar. We're mostly here for Eddie."

Ah, so the man has a name.

I nodded, handing her the drink, "Enjoy the show."

She grabbed the drink and nodded, disappearing into the crowd.

I looked back at the band, and my eyes went to Eddie immediately. His playing was good, but his voice was fantastic. I was surprised to find out about any other talent coming from Hawkins, Indiana. I leaned against the counter and watched since no customers needed my attention.

#rottenwrites #fanfiction #writers of tumblr #writer #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #fiction #eddie munson x sister!harrington reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x older sister!reader #rottenspeaks #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - chaos at heart

hey can you make a fic where its parents weekend r meets the addams and wednesday meets r family but r has a little sister that like 5 or 4 so r acts really maternal and its just really new to everyone because r is also a mischievous chaotic little shit and lowkey a punk - Anon💜

Sitting in the table, you smirked to yourself as you waved lazily at the principal who frowned and waved for you to get down.

“Miss (L/N), off!” She called.

“Why? No other seats are available.” You shrugged.

Enid snickered from her place at her families table, she watched as Miss Weems sighed heavily and started to walk over.

Wednesday turned around to see what was going on and you laughed loudly, jumping from the table as the older woman tried to get you.

Many of the students and their families laughed, enjoying the drama that was happening before they went on to what they were doing.

After about ten minutes of running around after you Weems finally caught up and you grinned from ear to ear.

“Detention?” You asked.

“Yes, Monday after class come to my office.”

You shrugged and went back to your empty table.

Wednesday looked at you and frowned to herself, getting up as she walked over, sitting down in front of you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hello, where are your parents?” She asked.

“They’re running late, why aren’t you with yours?”

“They make me want to gauge my eyes out.”

You laughed at Wednesday and shook your head, gesturing to the table where her family were sat chatting among themselves.

You caught her father looking over and he waved at you, so with a grin you waved and they all stood up, making their way over.

“Hi, I’m Pugsley. Are you a friend of my sisters?”

“Wednesday are we friends?” You asked.

“No.”

You beamed at her little brother.

“Yes.”

“How wonderful, I am Morticia, and this is my husband, Gomez.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you.” You grinned.

They happily sat and talked to you until your family finally arrived and they moved away.

You watched as you parents sat down and the little girl in your mothers arms jumped away from her and straight into yours.

“Hey Ella!” You smiled.

“I missed you!” She cried.

You laughed softly, carefully wrapping your arms around her as you kissed the top of her head.

“I missed you to kiddo.”

You talked with your family for some time until everyone finally started to wonder around and started to talk to each other.

While you parents went over to talk to Wednesday’s, having seen you with them before they arrived, you stayed with your little sister.

“What is everyone like? Are they cool?” She whispered.

“Some people are, some suck. But you wanna see something cool?” You asked.

Ella beamed brightly and nodded her head, grinning from ear to ear you sat her on the table and took a couple of steps back.

“You ready?”

She nodded excitedly.

Holding your hands out, you clasped them together, small sparks came from your palms and she giggled to herself.

Reaching your hands over, you let her open them to show a small flaming bird in your hands.

“It’s so pretty!” She giggled.

Smiling softly, you tossed your hands into the air, letting the small bird fly away before it vanished.

Ella giggled again and held out her arms to you, making grabby hands.

“Okay, let’s go then!”

Sweeping her up, you walked every which way she pointed.

“Hey look.” Enid pointed.

Wednesday, Ajax, Xavier, Eugene and Bianca all turned to face where you were walking around in different directions while Ella laughed and cheered.

They all watched for a few moments, just smiling while you ran around with your sister in your arms and helped her get some food.

“Wow, it’s like a whole different person.” Xavier mumbled.

“I didn’t think it was possible for her to be so mature.” Bianca hummed.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

You were so careful and gentle, you followed Ella around as she ran about and caught her just before she tripped over anything.

Ella ran over to them all and Enid laughed, kneeling down as she offered a wave.

“Hello!” Ella beamed.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Xavier asked.

“My sister says not to talk to dorks.”

With that Ella ran away and you spun around on your heel to follow her while they all stared in disbelief.

“Harsh.” Ajax chuckled.

“Just like her sister.” Wednesday said.

Over the weekend no one saw much of you, but when Monday came you were walking her out to the car and came across Wednesday and her family.

“Who’s that?” Ella asked.

“Well, it’s Wednesday and her family wanna say hi?”

Ella nodded her head and you walked over to introduce your sister.

“Yes, I met her the other day. She called us dorks.”

You snickered a little and shrugged.

“I raise her right.”

“Your hair is pretty!”

Wednesday turned to Ella.

“Uhm… thank you?”

Ella beamed and kissed your cheek as she wiggled from your arms and over to the car.

Smiling at Wednesday you spun around and went to say goodbye to your family.

The moment they were gone you stretched and Wednesday stood next to her mother as she watched you slowly grin from ear to ear.

“She’s back at it.” Wednesday sighed.

“What do you mean?” Morticia asked.

“She’s going to do something stupid.”

Wednesday watched as you ran away and rolled her eyes at you.

The moment your family was gone you went back to your old self, and she dreaded the thought the trail of chaos you’re about the leave behind.

The others were nearby and watched as you ran towards them.

“Someone stop her!” Xavier yelled.

They all chased after you as you laughed loudly, leaving a trial of small flames in your wake that they had to put out along the way.

You were already in trouble and they didn’t want to make it any worse, so they had to catch you before anything went wrong

#wednesday x reader #Wednesday #wednesday x y/n #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 29 - Wake Up!

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - Definitely 29 (Wake Up!) with Hobie getting tickled awake one too many times by Gwen, Pavitr, and/or Miles. I admit I wouldn't be able to pick just one. 

Why choose? I’ve got a feeling it’d probably take all of them to get his ass good, and why not revenge it? Got a little carried away with this one, but I’m pretty happy with how it came out! Used a few of Panda's hcs too! Sorry for the all the lateness recently, it’s been quite the month (O_Ou) Anyhow, I’ve loved writing these spider sillies for you, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hobie, brief Gwen

Lers: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr

Summary: There’s one golden rule in Hobie’s house boat; don’t wake him up. His friends always break that rule. Deciding to be brats, the spider kids tickle Hobie awake once again. After he recovers, he takes a little revenge.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

In Hobie's boat, there was a spoken and unspoken rule. One that his friends could never seem to follow, no matter how many times he snipped at them for it.

Don't wake him up.

Every single time he lets one of them crash at his place, he winds up awake way before he wanted to be. Sometimes it's an accident, like a loud sneeze, broken cereal bowl or random floor squeak. Other times, though, it was 100% intentional. Times like that one.

Hobie was peacefully sleeping, draped over his couch. The other three had stayed the night, so he of course offered up his bed. The punk was tall, meaning he needed a bigger bed. The mattress comfortably fit the three of them, and he could live on the couch. He'd rather have his friends be comfy anyway.

He was planning on sleeping in. True, noon is a bit late, but he had goofed around most the night with the other spider kids; couple that with a full day of patrolling, and you'll know that he deserved a nice rest.

Gwen had been the first to wake up, her father's old work schedule sticking with her. It was nearly nine, but still. She quickly got bored, and not wanting to be the only one awake, poked Pav's sides. He slowly woke, grabbing at her hands and giggling. 

Giggling... Bingo. It would probably get her killed, but Gwen had a wonderful idea. "Hey Pav, how much do you value your sanity?"

He rubbed his sides, still a bit put off by the light tickling. "Uhum, it depends? What do you have in mind?" The mischievous look on her face, while endearing, sent a small chill down his spine. That look only meant one thing, though it wasn't aimed at him this time.

"I think Hobie deserves a special good morning. For letting us stay over, you know?" Pavitr sighed, knowing exactly what she had in mind. “Are you even a small bit worried about his revenge? He has told us many times over to just let him sleep.” He wanted to add that her idea would only get them “tortured,” but the thought made his cheeks go pink. It wouldn’t be that bad...probably.

The next to get roped into her plan was Miles. He got a much nicer wake-up call; Gwen was a bit too flustered to tickle him awake. She opted for poking his cheek until he groaned. “Mmmph…wah?” The boy slowly sat up, immediately picking up on the playful vibe in the room. Should be fun, whatever it was. “What’re you two planning, and can I get in on it?”

One hushed, giggly conversation later, they had a plan. A very stupid, silly plan that would undoubtedly backfire, but a plan.

-

Pavitr inched towards the sleeping punk, regretting his offer to pin him. If even one floorboard squeaked, or if Hobie’s spider sense went off too early, he would be a dead man. A giggly dead man, but a dead man nonetheless. Slowly, he raised his wrists, firing off a few webs at Hobie’s long arms. The punk shifted, but other than that, he didn’t react. Whew…

Miles and Gwen, the cowards, crept into the room behind him. Now that Hobie was restrained, they had no chance of being punished for their actions. “Nice job, Pav. You wanna do the honors?” The bubbly teen shook his head, backing away. “Oh no. I did the dirty work. You seal your own fates.”

Chuckling, Miles approached Hobie; he was feeling brave. He could feel the anarchist stir as he straddled his waist. It was clear he didn’t want to get up, regardless of what was happening. Miles placed his hand on Hobie’s stomach, slowly curling his fingers on the taunt skin. Hobie’s eyes fluttered open, a small glare on his face. The teen just smirked. “‘Sup, Hobie.”

The punk growled, tugging at his arms. Gwen giggled, Pavitr moving behind her to avoid his gaze. “You little shits… What’d I say ‘bout waking me up?” The hell…? Oh. They pinned his arms with web fluid. They were double dead now. “Al’ight, which one a’ yous planned this?”

Pav, ever loyal, pointed to Gwen behind her back. She swatted his hand away, laughing. “Ihit was a group effort! Morning, Hobs!” 

He huffed, looking down at Miles’ fingers for just a second. “You lot are dead as doorknobs.” That would have been a believable threat if a smile wasn’t threatening to come out. Just thinking about the slow fingers on his stomach were getting to him, though he’d never admit it. 

“Sure, sure. Who’s the one pinned under who, Hobie?” Oh, that cocky little- “Miles, I would not push our luck!” At least Pav had some sense. He would go easy on the teen when he took his revenge. Maybe. “It’s cool. Hobie isn’t going anywhere.”

“When I get outta this, you’re all gonna-” Miles cut him off with wiggling fingers, finally attacking the hero’s midsection. Hobie suppressed a squeal, snapping his mouth shut to block the silly sounds from escaping. He thrashed and tugged at the webs, almost bucking Miles off him. The smug teen yelped, hanging onto the couch for dear life. “Hey guys! Little help?”

Gwen quickly ran over to assist, knowing what would happen if Hobie got free; she wasn’t ready for their fun to end so quickly. Hopping on the couch, she sat on his thighs, back-to-back with Miles. “I gotcha! Here, lemme just-” She skittered her nails along his calf, knowing softer tickles worked better on his legs. The stoic boy cracked, bass-sounding giggles rumbling in his chest. Even his giggling was cool…

“Y-youhuhu aharse! Gehe’ ohohoff!” He tried kicking his legs out, but with Gwen on his thighs, he could only squirm. Miles was wasting no time, digging into his stomach and scribbling on his navel. Gwen, on the other hand, was being torturously gentle. It was a small mercy that Pavitr hadn’t joined them, still hesitant on whether or not the punk was okay with it all.

Why did he have to be so nice? Hobie wouldn’t say he was enjoying the silly interaction. He would never, ever admit say something like that. The teasing teens were just enjoying a small joke with him. A joke they would be paid back for, with interest, but a fun game all the same. Who was he to deny them that small pleasure? “Y-youhu’re wahastin’ prehecious time thehere, Pavi! Ihihi’m gohonna kill all ohof you whehen I gehet loose, mihihight as wehehell have sohome fuhuhun!”

The concerned teen needed no more encouragement. He practically bounced over to where Hobie’s arms were pinned, ready to wreak havoc on his nervous system. Pav knew that Hobie had to be in the right mood for them all to tickle him; thankfully, he was. Ten eager fingers dug into Hobie’s hollows, pulling a squeak from his full lips. 

Okay, he was regretting that decision. Hobie tried to curl up, tug his arms free, anything to gain the upper hand on the teens “attacking” him. Pav’s webs held strong though, Gwen’s hold on his legs surprisingly sturdy. While he was completely occupied, Gwen was growing a bit bored with the sort-of-loud laughter. She felt like being a menace; the big reactions were what she was after.

Hobie’s eyes widened when he felt Gwen messing with his boot’s laces. “GW-GWEHEHEN! DOHON’ YOUHU FUHUHUCKIN’ DAHAHARE!” Two pairs of eyes quickly moved to Hobie’s legs, the boys wanting to see what would happen next. Pavitr knew that was a bad spot, but Miles was the most inexperienced with Hobie. It would be funny to see his reaction.

Gwen, knowing he would do anything to get her off, laid across his legs. Hopefully her weight and strength would be enough to keep him down. The anarchist could handle tickling almost anywhere else. That spot, though? He was screwed.

Miles and Pav each stopped their teasing fingers, figuring he could only handle so much at once. The first boot came off, thunking against the wood floor of his house boat. “Gwehendy! Gw-gwehen, c’mon! Enough’s ehenough, mate!” She didn’t share his opinion. One finger dragged up his socked sole, making him muffle a squeal. “Really, Hobs? Plaid socks? And you say I’m a monster.”

“F-fuhuck ohohoff! Miles, Pahav, get her!” He looked to his friends, silently hoping they’d see how evil that was. Both teens gave him an apologetic smile, just holding him down. “Sorry, big man. We won’t let her kill you, promise.” Those little fucking- “GYAAH! GWEHEHENDYHIHI! NAHAHAO!”

Boisterous, loud, frantic laughter flew from his lips, quickly filling the room. He thrashed like a lanky worm on a hook, kicking and twisting in every direction possible. It tickled so fucking much. 

Miles was taken aback by the intense reaction. He had never seen Hobie laugh that hard before; it was just one foot, with the sock on. Mental notes were definitely being taken. “Damn Hobie, you’ve got some pipes on you.”

He wanted to flip the boy off, yell at him, do anything other than laugh his ass off; yet he couldn’t. The spot was that bad. Tears of mirth grouped in the corners of his eyes, his dark cheeks stained a bright red. He could barely form a sentence through his laughter, much less escape. Pride crawling in a hole for the moment, Hobie did the one thing he said he’d try his hardest to never do: beg. “PLEHEHEASE! GWEHEN- STOHOP!”

Just like that, the devilish nails left his socked sole. Miles and Pavitr quickly put some distance between themselves and the punk, valuing their lives. Gwen cut the webs on his arms, freeing him to curl up and giggle his head off. And he did just that; his arms wrapped around his midsection, one hand going to rub his poor foot as his knees went up to his chest. Gwen jogged to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. 

When offered the liquid, Hobie sighed, downing the entire cup in seconds. His cheeks had calmed a bit, breathing slowly returning to normal. Miles whispered to Pav, not knowing that Hobie could hear every word. “Never guessed Hobie would be a ticklish-feet guy. Hell, I never thought he’d be that ticklish, period.” The punk groaned, making Pavitr giggle. “Why do you think he wears those big boots? Tickle deterrent.” 

Okay, that’s enough of their shit. Hobie stood, one booted and ready to enact his revenge. “I suggest you lot run now.” Miles needed no more warnings, turning invisible and darting away. Pavitr ran for the bedroom, locking himself inside. Gwen tried to do the same, but one of Hobie’s webbed snagged her and brought her into his arms. “Hey there, Gwendy. I fink some payback is in order, yeah?”

Trapped in the backwards hug, Gwen couldn’t do much besides squirm and plead with him. She was regretting not changing out of her thin sleep top. “H-hobie, come ohon! I was just trying to make you smile! It- it worked, didn’t it?” Okay, check on the obvious lies. “Y’know I don’ like liars, Gwenny. Time ta pay your penance.”

He dug into her stomach, paying special attention to the small amount of pudge below her navel. She squealed, her knees quickly buckling as loud laughter poured out of her. She really couldn’t handle the taste of her own medicine. “H-HOHOBIE NOHOHO! IHIT- NOHO FAHAHIR!”

Hobie snorted, loving her immediately crazed reaction. “Not fair? You kiddin’ me? This is 100% fair, ya shit.” He decided to be a bit mean, using both hands to claw at her ticklish tum. Snorts started to break up her laughter, her cheeks growing red as cherries. It was worth waking him, but damn, why did his hands have to be so big?! 

A creak came from the floorboards behind him, making the lanky boy pause. He webbed Gwen’s arms to her sides, scanning the room. “You. I’m gonna be back for you.” Hobie turned his full attention to the rest of the room, watching as his old floorboards shifted near the bathroom door. Bingo.

Hobie spent the rest of the afternoon hunting the perpetrators and making sure they learned their lessons. By the end of it, all three superpowered teens had rosy cheeks, dopey smiles and tired eyes. They were currently in a cuddle pile on the couch, the punk being used as a communal pillow. And you know what? He wouldn’t change a damn thing.

#atsv tickling #lee!hobie #ler!gwen #ler!miles #ler!pavitr #lee!gwen #sfw tickling community #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic #tickle #got a little carried away- #across the spiderverse tickle #spiderverse tickles #wake up tickles #atsv hobie #atsv miles #atsv gwen #atsv pavitr #augtickletober #tickletober

[silent-raven13]

Calling my bf, "My Husband" Prank

(There's a prank trend where significant others are are calling their partners "My Husband" instead of their bfs. Some are very cute and some are heartbreaking if ya'll ever look it up on TikTok. Anyway for punk flower it's always cute!)

Miles set up his smartphone on a phone stance, while him and Hobie got some lunch together. The prank idea came from Miles watching some TikTok videos of one partner of a couple would say their boyfriend is their husband and wait to see their reaction. He send those videos to his friends, Gwen thought he should try it with Hobie. Pavtri said it would be cute to see his reaction, since the two been together for a long time.

The punker and artists had been dating for nine years going on ten! Miles is already twenty four, while his Hobie is twenty five. Their relationship been so long and close that Miles figure Hobie wouldn't be the kind of partner to have a negative reaction.

"Ready?" Miles happily asked as the two sit outside of HQ on a modern design courtyard to enjoy the bright sunny day on Earth 928.

Hobie nodded having to take out their take out containers and their drinks. "Yup, do I look good?" He checks himself at the camera seeing himself looking handsome. He noticed the live symbol on the Spider So-City app, "Are we live?"

"Yup! Just for fun!" Miles giggles, "You be surprised how many views we get from Punkflower fans."

"Because of Pav?" He asked already noticing a lot of hearts, likes and Pavtri commenting a big happy face emoji.

"Yup!" Miles waves at the camera, "Hey guys! Today, we got some Jamaican food from my world, it's a new mom and pop shop. So we wanted to try it." He holds his drink, "Today I order Rice and Peas with jerk chicken and fried plátano, which is ripe plantains. I got Sorrel which is Jamiaca basically sweet hibiscus tea." He took a sip trying his drink, "Mm, it's good." He shows off his plate seeing how delicious his food look.

Then, Hobie took a bite of his Jamaican patty being in a white paper bag separate from his main order tray, "This Jamaican Patty is scrummy. MMM! Been craving this for a while." He mutters having another bite of his beef Jamaican patty tasting the savory fried flavors.

"Ohh, is that good?" Miles asked as he tries to open his plastic packet where his utensils are in. His boyfriend hold out the patty out for his to try.

"Try, luv." He said letting Miles taking a bite it.

The Spider-man nodded at the flavor, "That's good! Oh wow, so much flavor. That aunty don't play."

"Hahaha, she doesn't. I knew once she started rushing us to order." Hobie chuckles.

Miles chews, "Mmm, so good. I wonder if she makes it spicy or she adds bread." He turns to the camera, "For someone people, some Jamaicans or people like to eat bread with their Jamaican patties." His eyes on some Spider-heroes being confused or asking why or why carbs on carbs.

"What are they saying?" Hobie asked.

"One said Why?" Miles giggles at the question, then saw a lot of Spider-Heroes posting Jamaican flags.

Hobie shrugs, "Because it's bloody good. I do it most of the time. It's also to make you full, too."

"Someone said carbs on carbs is insane!" His boyfriend read the comment, "Ya'll are forgetting some Latinos or Mexicans like eating bolio con tamal de dulce con café! I've seen that's a thing."

His boyfriend arched his eyebrows, "What's that?"

"It's a Mexicans corn dough that is sweeten by fruit like strawberries or pineapple and they wrap it in corn husk. I think steamed. It's a big thing during the winter times. Me and Ganke have a friend, she's Mexican and her mom made like so much and gave us some." Miles sips his drink, he look at the comments.

Miguel put a Mexican flag and wrote: Que rico! Así se come! Bolio con tama dulce y cafécito

Gabriella commented next: I love it with Champurrado! You should try Tamal de Pińa!

Miles giggles, "Gabi said we should try the pineapple one. I think you'll like it. It's pretty good if you got it from someone that knows how to make tamales."

"I'm def, luv. I rarely hate anything, I just like to stick what I like sometimes." Hobie commented, he sips his drink, "I got myself a Sorrel!"

"Oh, I forgot to talk about your order!" Miles fake gasp, "So my husband order rice and peas with a side of Oxtails..." Hobie stop eating his Jamaican patty his head slowly turns to his boyfriend then his lips twisted to a big grin. "And he order fried plantains-" Hobie interrupted his boyfriend, "What?"

"What?" Miles asked pretending to be confused.

Hobie chuckles having a big smile on his face, "What you said?"

"I said I forgot to mention your order." He playfully said having a small shy smile.

His punker shook his head being playful, "Nooo, Sunflower. After that. What did you say?" His eyes gleaming, his whole body turning pinker than before.

"My husband." Miles giggles while answering his boyfriend question. That made the punker to get up being out of camera's view and jumps up and down.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" He shouted up with joy.

Miles smiles widely at the positive outlook of his boyfriend, what he did expect is his boyfriend came running to hug him and sweep him off his feet. "Say it, again?" Hobie happily carries his boyfriend in a koala hugging position, he kisses him on the cheek.

"My husband." Miles' face all flustered but he said it much louder and prouder tone.

Hobie gave his a nose nuzzle, "That's more like it." They happily kiss forgetting their lunch for the moment.

The live stream went on with many Spider-heroes sending hearts and excitement emojis!

Gwen: 😅I think Hobie thinks Miles propose him

Margo: DITTO! 😂

Pavtri: 🥳 I'll be the best man!

Gabi: I wanna be the flower girl! 🤗

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic #across the spiderverse

[simpforchuchu]

Hey chu! I saw your requests were open again and I was wondering if we can get a continuation of that neighbors shoji fic?

Neighbor | Shoji Sameoka x reader PART2

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of blood and scars but fluffy

Part1

Shoji smiled when he saw the young girl looking nervously towards the stairs where he was sitting and turning her head after leaving the apartment. For a few days - since that night - she had been looking at Shoji but not speaking. Shoji could clearly see that she wanted to control him but couldn't because she was afraid of those around him.

The young boy had seen her for the first time a long time ago in a supermarket. She was choosing something from the shelf with her two girlfriends next to her. He recognized the school uniform, it was from a girls' high school near here. But he had never seen the young girl before.

When one of her friends saw him looking at them, she grabbed the young girl's arm and warned the young girl.

“We better go now, Ebara students are here.”

Shoji knew he didn't look scary, but he couldn't say the same about his looks. Besides, being a student of Ebara was reason enough. The school's reputation was not very good.

But the girl whose arm was being held turned her head and looked at him. She didn't say anything or react. She just looked at him and Shoji felt a feeling he had never felt before wash over his body.

“Y/n-chan, let's go.”

When her friend called out again, the girl turned her head and walked away with her friends.

“Y/n… she has a pretty name.” Shoji muttered and smiled. He took a coke from the fridge and walked to the cashier.

But when he came there, he saw that girl scolding two punks for not giving their turn to an old lady. She was an interesting girl. She was obviously scared, he could see it, but she was still doing what she thought was right.

Shoji couldn't help but smile when he remembered the day he first met her. From that day on, he began to see that the girl lived in the opposite building and would often run to school because she was late.

And like her, Shoji must have caught the young girl's attention because she always looked at him and then moved on.

That day, he felt angry when students from his school shouted at her. He was more angry than usual and he didn't know why.

And no matter what happened that evening, she carried him. Even though he told her many times to leave him there, she didn't. She took him home, cleaned his wounds, and no matter how scared she was, she did what she thought was right.

Shoji Sameoka wanted to get to know this interesting girl.

Even if he gave her his number, he knew that girl wouldn't call him. Even if she needed help or was in trouble, y/n wouldn't call him.

But it wasn't as he told her.He lied to avoid scaring her. Because he still thought that someone might have seen her helping him and they could hurt her.

That's why he had been secretly watching her for a while, wanting to make sure she was safe.He wanted to be careful, especially in the evenings.

Nothing happened as Shoji feared. It was another one of those evenings where he was following her and she seemed safe. He was also afraid of being seen by her, he looked like a pervert right now.

When he saw the young girl standing next to a tree, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He didn't know what she was trying to do. Then he saw her take out a packet of cat food from her bag. He smiled, she looks cute.

He saw her trying to call the cats by waving the food in her hand. She looked pretty silly, but she was cute. Then he saw some kittens. They were coming towards her from across the road.

The young girl spilled the food at under the tree and wanted to step aside. But when she turned around, she didn't notice the stone on the ground and tripped. She found herself on the ground.

Shoji stared at her in surprise for a few seconds. He couldn't decide whether to help or not. But after a few seconds he smiled when he saw the young girl sitting on the ground shaking her hands and laughing.

He walked towards her slowly, as if he was passing by. The young girl looked at him as she put the food package into her bag.

"May I ask why you're sitting on the floor?"

The young girl raised her head at the familiar voice she heard and looked at the boy smiling at her in surprise.

“Shoji-kun…”

When Shoji looked at the young girl's knees, he saw that it was bleeding. He frowned and pointed with his hand.

"Do you need help ?"

Y/n looked down at her knees and shook her head.

“It's okay, I can get up.”

The young girl slowly get up from the ground, but when she put her weight on her feet, she winced in pain. Shoji helped her by holding her arm.

“I think it's time to pay back, hop on my back. I will carry you.”

When Y/n looked at him in surprise, Shoji rolled his eyes. He took off his cardigan and tied it around the young girl's waist. Then he slowly crouched down on the ground

Even though Y/n still couldn't understand it, she did as he said. She slowly wrapped her arms around the young boy's neck and Shoji supported her legs.

After walking in silence for a few seconds, y/n asked shyly

“Am I too heavy?”

Shoji wanted to laugh at her shy tone, but he didn't.

"Yes"

“Huh? Really ?"

Shoji laughed and shook his head

“If I couldn't carry you, I wouldn't be offering help. Don't worry."

Y/n nodded first but then said she understood, thinking he wouldn't see it.

Then she asked again to mess with him a bit

“Should I believe this was a coincidence? Or are you following me?

Shoji rolled his eyes

“Why would I follow you?”

“Maybe you're a pervert?” y/n said mockingly.

“Is this said by someone who took off my shirt while I was unconscious?” Shoji smiled and y/n replied in panic.

“Your clothes were bloody and you had scars on your chest!”

Shoji laughed at the young girl's panicked tone and shook his head.

When Y/n saw that he wasn't serious, she hugged his neck a little tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. Shoji smiled and said nothing.

After a while, they arrived in front of y/n's house. Shoji walked the young girl to the door of her apartment and gently lowered her to the ground.

“Don't forget to clean your knees, they can get infected.”

Y/n nodded slowly.

“Thank you, I gave you trouble.”

Shoji laughed and patted the young girl's head

“This is nothing compared to what you did, y/n-chan.”

Y/n smiled and nodded. Before Shoji leaves, she wanted to ask the question that was bothering her.

“Shoji-kun… You called me by my name when you left last time… But I never told you my name…”

The boy smiled, understanding what Y/n wanted to ask.

“I knew you were wondering about this. If you really want to learn-“

Y/n nodded and the young boy laughed.

“If you come to the festival with me on Saturday, I will give you the answer to your question.”

Shoji headed towards the stairs as Y/n looked at the young boy's face in surprise. He took his phone out of his pocket and showed it to her.

“I'm waiting for your answer y/n-chan, good night.”

Before Y/n could say anything, he was already walking down the stairs. Shoji Sameoka was weird but Y/n knew she loved that weirdness…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #high and low shoji #shoji sameoka x reader #sameokashoji #sameoka shoji x reader #sameoka shoji #shoji sameoka #shojisameoka

[thepepsislvt]

Punk!Ace x Male Reader Modern AU

Inspired by Cupid’s. Chokehold/Breakfast in America By Gym Class Heros

Warnings: cursing, mention of bad home life for Ace, reader cries bc overwhelmed, kinda spicy at the end but very minimum, was crying internally making this, Ace being the best boy, fluffy

Today was Ace’s and your first anniversary. you had been best friends since you were children and as best friends should do you would always spend time together. You both had spent so much time together when you were little that in your teen years, your parents gave Ace a key for whenever he wanted to come over and hang out.

Thankfully your high school years had come and gone. You had just started your first year of college with Ace where he was learning to become an engineer. You both decided to get an apartment off campus with two other people, Marco and Deuce. Ace had known them from playing video games online in high school. Ace had formed a band with Deuce on drums, Marco on lead guitar and Ace was bass and lead vocalist. Ace had tried to convince you to join their little band but you decided it wasn’t for you. You still listened to them practice whenever you had free time from your apprenticeship to be a tattoo artist and piercer. you were taking classes for design and you were content with it.

In your second year of college, you came out to Ace as gay. He apparently knew since y’all were 12.

“am I supposed to be surprised?” Ace had said while tuning his guitar

You only shook your head and laughed it off as he explained to you every single time he knew you were gay. He even laughed at knowing that before you did.

During New Year the same year, you both had gotten a little too drunk at a party and may have hooked up. That morning on Ace’s birthday after a long awkward conversation you decided to at least try being together. That was the best decision of your life. Ace and you were perfect together. Everything was going smoothly. Perfect even. You guys would cuddle and watch movies almost nightly. When he was practicing with his band he would make sure you were always near him and had his eyes on you.

Since his band is pretty popular online, he and his band would have livestreams of band practices or whatever wacky shit they were doing at the time. One time during a Q&A when you had the day off of classes and apprenticeship, one of the viewers asked if they had a S/O. Ace, being the golden retriever boyfriend he was, immediately shot up out of his seat, tackled you when he found you in his room, and had you sit on his lap while he gushed about you and how you’re the perfect boyfriend.

Everything was perfect. That's why today, your 1st anniversary had to be perfect too. but it seems as if the world didn't agree with that. You had planned on going shopping with Ace to make dinner together. You woke up at 9 am to get ready for the day but Ace didn’t even wake up till 1:30 Pm. he said he was up all night working on something. That's fine you can both still go out together and enjoy the perfect sunny day. Except when you finally started leaving it was pouring. You looked at Ace with a pout and he shrugged.

“Hey it’s okay, I like the rain, the store is indoors silly, we won't get wet” He reminded you as he grabbed one of the umbrellas from behind the door.

You smiled at him and kissed his freckled cheek causing his face to heat up. Even though you always gave him kisses he was always flustered.

“so why are we getting dinner again? we have food at home so what's the occasion?” Ace asked you as he opened the driver's door of your car for you

“you don’t remember? Today is a special day!” You had replied while giggling with joy

“Shit I know it is my birthday but usually we just make a cake and call it a day” Ace says shrugging once more before making his way to the passenger seat

He forgot. Maybe he might remember in a bit. You had to give him some credit he did just wake up a little under an hour ago. Just give it some time it will be fine. You took a deep breath and started heading to the grocery store. It could still end up a great day.

But nothing could ever work out as planned. not too long into the drive you had got a flat tire. You let out a groan of annoyance and went to get the spare from the back. You knew how to change a tire so it wasn't a big problem. You were just slightly overwhelmed by how nothing was going as planned today. when you opened the back to get to the spare tire, nothing was there

“ACE!” you yelled for your boyfriend over the rain and he quickly came over to you

“What's up babe- oh fuck” Ace stopped himself when he saw that the spare wasn't there “Oh right… Deuce needed it for whatever he was doing and did not return it yet”

you had it. you went back into the car and just started to cry. Ace hurried up and called the tow company nearest to you since both of your roommates were visiting their family for the holidays. While you both waited for a tow man to come out, Ace held you in his arms and helped calm you down. The stress over everything had been too much for you and it was all just overwhelming.

After a long wait for a tow man and a longer wait to get the tire changed you finally were heading home. Ace decided it was best to doordash something for dinner and a cake for him. The sun had set and Ace was driving you both home as you sat in the passenger seat quietly. The car ride was quiet so halfway home Ace decided to play some music. your ears perked up as you heard the first notes of the song you and Ace had decided was your guys’ song, Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heros. only it sounded slightly strange. The instruments were more distorted and electric and the vocals sounded like…

Take a look at my boyfriend

He’s the only one I got

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot

…Ace

You quickly took his phone to look and saw that it was a cover of the song by the White Spades.

His band

You looked at him with tears in your eyes to see him smiling softly at you, not realizing you were already home and parked in your parking spot.

“Ace…” you whispered softly as you continued to listen to the song “You Didn’t Forget”

Ace cupped your face in his hands and wiped away the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. Your face turned upright as you smiled widely and started to sing along

I mean he even cooks me pancakes

And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what love is

We even got a secret handshake

And he loves the music my band makes

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is

You were overwhelmed with joy. You quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply which he returned immediately. he moved his hands to hold your hips from under the hoodie you stole from him and rubbed gentle circles into your skin. After a few moments, the two of you pulled away to get a chance to breathe. That didn’t last long as you pulled him back in for more desperate and lustful kisses. Ace moved his seat back and pulled you into his lap as things got more heated in the car.

Everything was finally perfect.

#one piece x reader #x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #fire fist ace #fire fist ace x reader #one piece x you #one piece #one piece x male reader

[destinysbounty]

Oh yeah no im definitely not done talking about Lloyd and Zane's dynamic in my elemental roulette au. Heres some more brainrot for the road

The basic gist of this au is that instead of fire, earth, ice, and lightning, the elements of creation are fire, earth, water, and air. So now the starting ninja lineup consists of Kai, Cole, Nya, and Morro. Of course, Jay and Zane do eventually join the team as well, and they are still elemental masters, but their trajectories are a teensy bit different. For instance, Jay starts out as Samurai X

In the original canon, Wu recruited Zane while in the process of tracking down masters of the core elements of creation. But in this au, ice isnt an element of creation, which means Wu has no reason to seek him out. This means Zane stays homeless, which means he and Lloyd end up homeless at the same time

So yeah Zane and Lloyd cross paths and bond over their shared circumstance, then decide to stick together

Zane has amnesia, he doesnt know who he is or where he came from and ultimately doesnt have much direction in life, but finally finds a sense of purpose in looking after Lloyd. So he decides to kinda just follow around this weird feral child he found

Lloyd tries to maintain a strictly professional villain-henchman relationship at first, but quickly grows very fond of his new buddy and a strange connection fosters between them

So now youve got Lloyd, a chaotic 10-year-old who is determined to steal candy, take over the world, and be a general punk/emo nuisance...and then theres his supposed henchman, a chronically confused amnesiac robot who bakes cookies in his spare time

Lloyd is his usual edgy, black-cape-wearing self whose main objective is to steal candy, and Zane is...well, hes confused, but hes got the spirit

"Yes, Lloyd, of course you can steal candy, but make sure to steal some vegetables too! Youre a growing boy, after all :)"

In this au, Zane doesnt remember his real name (for a number of reasons i wont bother you with). So Lloyd naturally takes it upon himself to give him one. It ends up being a kind of Jason Funderberker situation, where Lloyd comes up with new names for Zane pretty much on a daily basis, but all the names have the vibe of a 10-year-old boy naming his first hamster. So the ninja are like, "hey wait a minute, i thought your henchman's name was Carl???" And Lloyd just goes, "uh yeah, but that was *yesterday*. Today his name is Burgermeister 3000. Times change. Keep up, losers."

Jay: dont you hate having this kid call you a different horrible name every single day?

Zane: i didnt used to have any name at all. Now i have 50. This is an improvement

Id like to think Lloyd gets very disappointed when he discovers that his friend's name is Zane of all things. He thinks its a dumb name, and only begrudgingly uses it bc he knows how important this is to Zane

The falcon still leads them to the Bounty, but at this point only Lloyd and Zane are living there so now theyve got a super cool Evil LairTM. Also the falcon lives with them as their funky robot pet, and its all rather wholesome in a bizarre, unhinged sort of way

There are a lot of possibilities for how and why Lloyd releases the Serpentine in this au, and I havent made any conclusive decisions yet, but one of my favorites is this:

Zane: what the one thing i told you not to do while i was out running errands? Lloyd: release the serpentine

Zane: and what did you do??

Lloyd: ...release the serpentine...

I wont go into a lot of detail about the Serpentine and whatnot since a lot of it is still undecided, but for now i just really like the concept of kid!Lloyd and Zane getting up to shenanigans. Also, while we're here - when Lloyd confronts the Ice Emperor in ns11, he tries to snap him out of the Scroll's control by reminding him of all the adventures they shared together back when it was just the two of them. Someone hold me while i weep

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #zane julien #zane ninjago #elemental roulette au #destiny post

[sydsaint]

Let JD join the judgment day challenge 💜

Summary: The reader and Jordan have been dating in secret for a while. But when Damian goes off on Jordan for trying to help out the Judgment Day, the secret gets exposed.

The hotel room is silent while you work on your makeup in the bathroom. You can hear the faint sound of the muted TV in the other room as well as some faint shuffling about from Jordan.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you done yet?" Jordan pokes his head in the bathroom impatiently.

"Almost." You assure him as you pick up your eyelash curler. "You're lucky that you're not with Rhea. That wannabe goth takes so fucking long to do her makeup, I swear." You add. "You know I let her borrow one of my favorite expensive mascaras once and she used damn near the whole tube? It was a new one as well."

Jordan chuckles and leans in the doorway to watch you finish up. "Awe, you look good either way, love." He teases you. "Though the stuff does make those pretty eyes of yours pop." He grins at you.

"Okay!" You giggle and begin cleaning up all of your supplies. "Well, I'm glad that someone appreciates all this work."

Jordan grins at you with that charming smile of his and pushes off the doorframe. He steps forward and traps you against himself and the counter. Hands placed delicately on your hips, Jordan leans forward and kisses you gently.

"I'll see you at the show, love." Jordan sets his forehead on yours gently.

Being a member of Judgment Day with your cousin Finn, you spend most of Raw and Smackdown helping Rhea keep the boys in line. You started dating Jordan when he came up from NXT, but you haven't told anyone about it yet. Not even Finn.

"Mhm. Stay out of trouble, Jordan. Please." You remind him before he leaves.

"I'll try. No promises though." Jordan jokes with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head as the hotel room door closes. With Jordan now gone, you just need to grab your bag and wait for Finn to pick you up.

You aren't waiting for long when someone knocks on the door. You answer the knock and find Damian instead of your cousin.

"Damian?" You freeze in the doorway with a puzzled look on your face. "Where's Finn at?" You ask him.

"Finn had something to help Dom with." Damian answers you. "So I came to get you instead." He explains.

You shift on your heels with a nod. "Oh, alright. Let's go then." You grab the doorknob and close the door behind you.

You and Damian head out to the arena for Raw in silence. Being in the Judgement Day mostly for Finn, you aren't that close with Anyone else in the group. Especially not Damian.

"Rhea is still out with that shoulder thing," Damian informs you as you're both walking into the arena.

"Okay." You nod. "Good riddance if you ask me." You mumble to yourself.

Damian looks at you with narrowed eyes but doesn't reply. The two of you arrive at the locker room and find Finn already there with Dominick.

"Y/N, hey, lass." Finn greets you as you come through the door. "Sorry, I couldn't grab you from the hotel like usual. Dom needed my help with something." He apologizes for his absence.

"It's alright, Finn." You shrug and take a seat in an empty chair.

Everyone hangs out and mingles for a while until Raw starts. Dominick decides that since Rhea isn't around, he should be the one to guide the group. He suggests that everyone go out and punk out Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes who happen to be kicking off the show out in the ring.

"Why? So we can start more drama that we don't need?" You protest with a scoff.

"Now, come on, Y/N," Finn replies. "Dominick has a point. If we're going to stay on top then we can't let anyone get away with stuff like that."

You cross your arms and roll your eyes at your cousin. "Whatever. If we're going to go out there then we'd better do it now. Before it's too late." You get to your feet and stomp toward the door.

Everyone files out to the ring and Dominick begins his assault on Jey. Finn takes out Cody and everything is going smoothly. That is until Sami and Kevin decide to come out and help their friends. Chaos ensues in the ring and you find yourself struggling to stay out of the carnage happening all around you.

You do your best to stay out of the way while also making a point not to seem weak. Kevin Owens almost ends up barreling into you while he's going after Dominick and suddenly you spot Jordan running down the ramp with a steel chair wielded in his hands.

"Y/N! " Jordan rushes past the ensemble of fighting men and to your side. "Are you alright, love?" He checks up on you.

"I'm alright, Jordan." You nod and step behind him, grateful to have a buffer between yourself and the fighting.

The chaos in the ring begins to die down and ends with Judgement Day retreating backstage. But in all the confusion, Damian gets stuck in the ring with your adversaries. No one notices Damian's absence until everyone is backstage.

"Thanks for the help, Jordan." Finn pats his former mentee on the back.

"Yeah, thanks, Jordan." You smile at him but remain casual.

Jordan nods. "Happy to help." He smiles at you and Finn.

You watch as Finn and Jordan fall into a lighthearted conversation. You love seeing them getting along like the friends they used to be. Jordan has been helping out Judgement Day where he can on your behalf without raising too many suspicions. And you've been dropping subtly hints to Finn that Jordan should be allowed to join the group.

Finn and Jordan are still chatting when suddenly the locker room door swings open violently. Damian storms into the room in a fuming rage and makes a B-line for Jordan. In his blind rage, you watch Damian pick up a chair and toss it at the wall before getting into Jordan's face.

"What in the hell was that!" Damian confronts Jordan. "You aren't a member of this group! So why in the hell are you always around!" He fumes.

"Damian!" You shoulder past Finn and over to Priest as he continues to get in Jordan's face. "That's enough!" You snap at him and attempt to wedge yourself between the two of them.

Damian looks down at you with wild eyes, but you stand your ground to protect Jordan. "Move out of the way, Y/N." He demands.

"Fuck you!" You snap back at him. "Now back off!"

"Y/N," Finn replies in a calm tone, wanting to end the conflict before it escalates any further.

Your anger gets the best of you and you shake your head. "No! I am not going to let him puff his chest out at me like some brute. All Jordan was doing was trying to help. So get off his fucking case, Priest." You glare up at him, showing no signs of fear or remorse for your words.

"What the hell is it to you?" Damian sneers. "What? Are you fucking the guy or something?" He scoffs at you in a demeaning and judgemental tone.

"Fuck you!" You huff and smack Priest across the face.

The slap is enough to get Finn involved in the argument. He quickly jumps between you and Priest, just in case Priest feels the need to retaliate.

Damian puts his hand up to his cheek and stares at you over Finn's shoulder with cold eyes. Finn remains in front of you and tries once more to be civil about the whole situation. "Damian, man, that was uncalled for." Finn shakes his head. "Y/N shouldn't have hit you. But come on, mate."

"Oh, he's a big boy, Finn." You growl. "He'll get over it. And if he doesn't? Well like I said, fuck you, Priest." You snap at him again.

"What in the hell is your problem?" Damian snaps back at you.

"Right now? Right now, you're my fucking problem!" You huff and point an accusing finger at him. "Getting in my boyfriend's face for just trying to be a good guy and help out, is my problem." The words fly out of your mouth without a thought.

Your eyes widen when you've realized what you've said. You clamp a hand over your mouth and hear Jordan curse under his breath behind you.

"I knew it!" Damian scoffs. "You are sleeping with him."

"Yeah, I am. So what?" You finally just outwardly admit the relationship.

Finn turns around and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes. "Y/N. Why didn't you tell me?" He asks you.

"I'm sorry, Finn." You bite the inside of your cheek. "With everything going on, I was afraid that you'd be mad. I wanted to get Jordan into the group before we told anyone." You explain.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too, mate," Jordan adds sheepishly.

Finn shakes his head and lets out a heavy sigh. "It's alright." He assures you and Jordan. "And for the record, I would have been fine with it." He adds.

"Really?" You're a bit surprised by Finn's response.

Jordan grabs your hand gently, happy that neither of you has to hide your feelings anymore. But Damian is still pissed off.

"Well? Are you going to tell him to get lost already, Finn?" Damian asks Finn. "Or does he get a pass just because he's doing your cousin?"

"Alright! That's it!" Jordan steps in front of you, tired of hearing Damian badmouth you.

"Jordan, no." You grab his arm. "It's alright. Just let it go."

At the same time, Finn grits his teeth and defends you on Jordan's behalf. "Damian! Get out! Go blow off some steam, mate. And don't even think of coming back until you feel like you're not going to bash on my cousin. Or Jordan." He points a finger toward the door. "Rhea may be the fan favorite right now. But I'm still the leader of this group."

Damian huffs and storms out of the room, slamming the door on the way out. Dominick sits in silence on the other side of the room, already writing out a lengthy text to Rhea about all this drama.

"I would have kicked his arse, you know?" Jordan relaxes for the first time since Damian came crashing into the room.

"I know, babe." You giggle and kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome, by the way." Finn coughs with a hint of an amused smile.

#wrestling #wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #jd mcdonagh #jordan devlin #the judgement day #wrestling fic #wwe