#my dress stank after that

[didonette]

tbt to march when I went to salon international de l'agriculture (=farmcon basically) and paid 13€ to be photographed holding the cutest baby lamb

#baby the stars shine bright #lolita fashion #old school lolita #my dress stank after that #but it was so warm and soft

[teapartyprincess4two]

Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[chelseeebe]

menswear.

been wanting to write a menswear inspired lil ficcy for sooo so long n to celebrate the fact that i will finally hear it live after 9 years i thought this was a great time

a/n: i just wanna write a disclaimer that i am british and tend to britain-ise my writing so if it seems off for an american wedding don’t bite me x it’s ovulation week which is the only way i can explain this if i’m honest

summary: meeting steve at an old friend’s wedding could really only lead to one thing, couldn’t it?

18+. smut. alcohol and drug use. steve is a mess. no use of y/n!

steve’s still drunk from the night before, his tie crooked and one of the buttons on his shirt is uneven. he looked even more disheveled than he felt.

he hadn’t been keen on the idea of going to the wedding of his ex girlfriend and the man who essentially took her from him. not that he blames jonathan of course, he wasn’t exactly the gold standard boyfriend. he had his faults and would quite happily admit to them.

but still, it was confusing and weird and he’d tried to get out of it but robin had quite frankly insisted that he be there or else he was a terrible person.

so, as all sensible people would, he got absolutely fucking blasted the night before. he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but catching up with old friends and the kids he once looked after, had lead to him being carried off to his room by his best friend who was mumbling a bunch of profanities under her breath.

he still stank of booze, christ even he could smell it. it lingered on his body despite the twenty minute cold shower he had forced himself through this morning. there had been an attempt to style his hair but it mostly hung around his face in limp strands.

did you know the best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking? hair of the dog and that. at least, that’s what he was telling himself. nursing a double whisky at the hotel bar at stupid o’clock this morning.

he didn’t have robin to hang off today, left to his own devices as she’d been recruited into the bridal party. her one track mind focussed on nancy and not her absolute failure of a best friend.

the venue was nice, a tad unorthodox and not where he’d choose to get married but it fit the strange pairing in a nice way. slinking up the cold stone of the aisle, trying to find his reserved seat among the crowds of people.

max pulls him into one of the rows, shoving him down on the empty seat with a small scowl on her face. she’d seen him struggling from her seat and had so graciously gone to help the poor man.

‘thanks.. max,’ he groans, nodding at the girl a she settles into his seat, honestly just hoping that the service would go quick so he could resume his pitiful drinking.

he sighs, thumbing through the programme. smiling slightly as he reads the officiants name, el hopper. they had just had to make this the strangest wedding he’d ever have the pleasure of attending.

‘do you know the bride or groom?’ your voice speaks from beside him, it’s the first time he’s realised that he’s actually sat next to anyone and he’s actually not in his own little world of misery.

‘huh?’ he asks, looking up to meet your eyes.

you’re smiling, looking as spritely as he wished he felt. clearly some people hadn’t got wasted the night before. amateurs.

‘do you know the bride or groom? sorry- i don’t really know anyone here,’ giving him a shy chuckle as your cheeks flush, maybe you would have to dip after the ceremony.

‘oh.. oh no, i know both of them.. nancy’s my ex girlfriend,’ he wants to kick himself because what on earth had compelled him to say something like that.

‘oh wow..’ you laugh, ‘not awkward at all then,’ kissing the back of your teeth.

‘it’s actually not.. not really,’ he shrugs, shuffling in his chair to face towards you properly, ‘i mean, if i had a choice i probably would’ve skipped but.. what can you do?’

‘right.. still, i don’t envy you,’ smoothing down the creased material of your dress, a deep green to match the earthy tones of the wedding.

‘d’you wanna know my secret to weddings?’ he smiles, leaning in.

‘mhm hit me.’

‘you just gotta get as drunk as humanly possible and they’re actually not so bad..’

‘isn’t it like..’ you check your wrist watch, ‘it’s noon,’ breaking into a giggle.

‘and that is why i started last night,’ tapping his finger on his temple, he was a genius really.

he wasn’t new to this game. having been forced to a plethora of fancy weddings with his parents and the wave of weddings from high school friends, he was wise to all the tricks in which made weddings bearable.

‘well, i might have to join you.. i don’t know anybody here,’ looking around at the hordes of strangers milling around the large room.

‘why are you here then?’ immediately wincing at his choice of words, ‘shit no.. i meant, do you know nancy? or jonathan? or have you snuck in?’

you giggle again and it’s music to his ears. sat next to a pretty girl who finds him funny? maybe today couldn’t be all that bad after all.

‘i know nancy.. we were roommates at emerson, she’s like.. the only person i’ve kept in contact with.’

he nods, going to speak but is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the organ chiming. your cue to actually start paying attention to the ceremony at hand. he turns his attention to the alter, exhaling heavily.

‘i’m so sorry.. i never asked your name,’ whispering with his body still facing the front, but completely leaning his shoulder into yours.

oh this wedding was about to be so much fun.

-

you had taken steve’s advice, who’s name you had now learnt, immediately downing a glass of champagne when you got to the reception. hey, if you were going to have to meet a thousand new people tonight, you’d have to be a little buzzed to do it.

it’s no surprise you’ve been shoved onto the singles table, finding your name on the board and slinking off to your corner of the banished. steve already sat slumped over at his seat which was suspiciously next to yours again. he totally hadn’t swapped out stacey’s name card for yours.. never.

you slide into the chair, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this,’ gently nudging his elbow with yours as to not alarm him.

‘huh,’ he smiles, eyes glistening, ‘it must be fate,’ swivelling on the chair to give you his attention.

‘must be,’ raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.

he’s nursing what must be his fifth? sixth? drink, this time opting for something a little more socially acceptable with a beer. if it weren’t an open bar he’d offer to buy you a drink but it seemed a little cheap.

‘so, where are you from?’ he’s utterly intrigued by you, desperate to know everything there is to know.

‘denver and then boston.. for college and now i’m in cincinnati for my job,’ you shrug, feeling immensely coy under his gaze, ‘i take it you’re from indiana like nancy?’

she had spoken about how people mostly stayed in their small town, they’d meet someone in high school and fall into the suburban family life without ever realising it. and then before they knew it, it was too late and they were stuck there. she was determined to not do that.

‘yeah..’ he sounds deflated, thinking of the place he called home, ‘but it’s home i guess..’ he taps on the table, ‘what d’ya do for work?’

‘i’m an editor at a publishing house,’ his expression says that he doesn’t entirely understand, ‘i work with a lot of writers and basically tell them what to do,’ that was the very basic premise of your role but you’d gathered that he probably didn’t actually care much.

‘oh wow.. so you’re boss lady then?’ swigging on the now-warm liquid, he’s listening intently to whatever comes out of your mouth.

‘hah.. not quite,’ fiddling with the tiny name plaque in front of you, ‘one day.. hopefully,’ you were never a fan of talking about yourself, ‘so what do you do?’

he rolls his eyes playfully, ‘work for my dad, i didn’t get into college soo.. he gave me a job,’ eyes wandering to the guests now joining your table, ‘but really i’m just a glorified assistant and even that’s being generous,’ playing off his disappointment with a small laugh.

‘well that doesn’t sound too bad..’ picking up on his demeanour, ‘shall we get another drink before we have to sit through the awful speeches?’

his pretty pink lips curl into a smirk, ‘i like your thinking,’ standing from the table with his hand offered out for you to hold.

-

‘i-i’ll say a couple words.. c’mon,’ he grins, stepping up towards the small stage, hopper reluctantly passes the mic over to steve, watching apprehensively as he climbs onto the stage.

robin sighs, this could really only go one way and she sure as hell did not want to be in the room to witness it.

there’s a chance that you two had slightly overdone it with the free bar.. you wince watching him up on the stage. the opinions of these people meant absolutely nothing to you but quite obviously did to him.

‘as you all know.. nancy is my ex girlfriend-,’ there’s a collective groan from the audience, ‘but.. but no, that’s not what i came to say.. i wanted to say that-,’ he hiccups into the microphone, ‘that the first time i properly spoke to jonathan, he beat my ass and fuck did it hurt,’ chuckling to himself, ‘but that ass kicking actually.. and you won’t believe it, but it made me a better person and y’know what.. i’m really happy for you,’ he thrusts his glass into the air, ‘so, please join me in a toast to our newly weds.. you deserve it,’ turning to face the cringing couple at the table.

nancy gives him a small smile, it wasn’t exactly shakespearean but the sentiment was nice and he hadn’t embarrassed himself or fallen off the stage head first so she was going to take it as a win.

‘thank you, steve,’ jonathan nods, steve’s sure he can see a tiny smile on his face despite the lousy speech he’d just given.

hopper claps him on the back as he gets off of the stage, taking a mental note to keep an eye on the boy for the rest of the evening. the free bar may not have been the wisest decision after all.

steve collapses into his chair, immediately leaning into you, ‘that was good, right?’ taking a sip of his drink.

‘uh.. yeah, maybe didn’t need to mention the ex girlfriend thing buuut.. i don’t think it was that bad,’ you laugh, watching as he nods in self satisfaction.

‘good, i’m glad you approve,’ his eyes are narrow, glossy as they look back at you, he tilts his glass for you to cheers.

‘cheers.. to a not-so-bad wedding,’ you say, knocking your glasses together.

‘and to new friends,’ he adds, that same grin you’d now become accustomed to after only a few short hours.

‘to new friends.’

-

you and your new friend had sorta maybe totally took full advantage of the free bar and the tiny bag of magic powder steve had kept in his blazer pocket. it wasn’t something you’d usually indulge in, but the champagne had gone to your head and the party was getting dull so..

‘i just wanna say.. i don’t do this shit all the time,’ using his credit card to push the powder into small lines on the edge of the basin, ‘just for when i need a little pick me up..’

he looks up at you from his hunched over position, he’s half-smiling as he pulls a ten dollar bill from his wallet, fiddling around as he rolls it into a small cylinder, offering it to you.

you’re cramped into one of the tiny cubicles together, your back pressed against the cold wall, ‘mm hmm and me either.. just to clarify,’ carefully placing the half-empty champagne flute down on the sink.

‘ladies first..’ hand brushing against against the small of your back as he stands up, mere inches from your face.

you oblige, bending over to sniff the powder, wincing as it stings on the way up. holding out the note for steve to take, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the note. perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol but you could’ve worn you felt your heart miss a beat.

he stands back up, holding his nose. eyes still very much refusing to leave yours. they’re a beautiful chestnut colour and you’re sure they looked even better with a sober mind.

‘ready to dance?’ you ask, raising your brows.

his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth to wet his lips, ‘in a minute,’ your heart pounding in not only your chest, ‘fuck- can i kiss you?’

‘please-,’

interrupted by his lips pressing against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his clammy hand finds your waist, pressing himself into your chest.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth opening for him, as your fingers thread into his hair. he tastes of beer, cigarettes and the mint he’d not-so-sneakily shoved into his mouth before bringing you in here.

it’s all teeth and tongues, his hands getting grabby as they begin to roam around. you so desperately want to jump up onto the sink and let him fuck you into the porcelain right here. pressing your thighs together trying to satiate the growing ache.

you don’t, obviously. his lips chasing yours as you pull back, clawing at the back of his neck, the thumping music of the reception getting louder as someone enters the bathroom.

you put your finger on his lips, willing him not to say a word as the stranger locks themself in the cubicle right next to yours. he’s smirking, pupils blown out from the substance you’d shared. it was exhilarating, pushing his knee between your legs, fingers digging into your sides.

jesus christ, it feels like you’re in this position for eternity. waiting forever for the mystery person to vacate the bathroom. growing impatient as his fingertips dance around your hips, teasing as they tug on your dress.

eventually, they get the fuck out and steve is on your lips again before the door had chance to shut fully. moaning softly into his mouth at the sheer feeling of his thigh brushing against yours. you were a mess and he’d barely touched you yet.

‘shall we.. go? i have a room upstairs,’ mumbling between kisses, not wanting to let go of your lips for too long.

-

there’s a banging on the door just as he’s managed to slip your dress off. you clutch the material to your chest, covering your dignity in fear of intruders.

‘steve? you in there?’ a woman’s voice calls through the wood.

your eyes widen, absolutely certain that he’d had some hidden girlfriend who was now positively fuming that he’d disappeared with you.

his head slumps as he breathes out, hair brushing against your face, seemingly relieved with whoever was outside, ‘it’s rob.. let me just..’ he clambers off of the bed, ‘she won’t leave until i answer.’

steve swings open the door, met with an unimpressed robin. she’s been scouring the party for the last hour trying to find him. only to find out that he’d last been seen with a girl no one had ever seen before.

‘heyy rob.. everything okay?’ he asks cautiously, well aware that he was shirtless, belt hanging from his pant loops.

‘is everything okay with you? you just disappeared.. what’re you doing in there?’ eyeing his disheveled appearance.

‘ah shit i’m sorry.. i couldn’t find you,’ lies, he hadn’t even looked, far too interested in getting you back to his room.

her eyes narrow, glancing down at the hastily removed heel in the doorway, ‘d’you have a girl in there?’

he frowns at his best friend, ‘wha-? i’m just, going to bed..’ following her gaze to the shoe, ‘yes.. there is.’

you try not to giggle from behind the door, watching as he kicks your shoe backwards into the room.

‘ew,’ she grimaces, ‘why’d you answer the door, you freak.. i’ll see you in the morning,’ scoffing as she walks away.

steve closes the door gently before making his back to the bed, ‘i’m so sorry.. she woulda called the cops if i didn’t answer,’ climbing onto the mattress, sat on his knees in front of you.

‘oh? and she’s your..’ slightly bemused as to who that even was and why she seemed to care so much.

‘best friend,’ he leans in, tugging at the dress still pressed against your chest, ‘so where were we?’ devious smirk painting his face as your grip begins to loosen.

he presses forward, connecting your lips once more, nudging you into laying back, hovering over your body with one hand attempting to wrestle the dress from between your bodies. it lands on the carpet with a soft thud, his hand now free to roam the length of your body, fingers softly brushing over the waistband of your underwear before settling on your thigh. it’s cruel and teasing, you’ve already wasted so much time.

you move your hips upwards, chasing his touch. utterly desperate to feel him again. groaning into his mouth, not bothering to hide your impatience. steve smirks, walking his fingers up toward your hip.

his fingers slip into your carefully chosen panties, choking for air as he pulls back from your lips, ‘holy shit.. you’re soaking,’ still lingering around your aching heat, not doing anything to satisfy the growing wetness.

‘shut up,’ you grumble, pulling him back onto your mouth. rutting your hips to signal how desperate you really are.

he finally gets there, middle and forefinger travelling between your slick folds, rubbing pathetic circles around your clit. you’re grateful for the long awaited release, detaching from his lips to moan.

‘ohh fuck,’ he mutters, feeding off of the delightful sounds coming from your mouth. his cock twitching against your thigh.

‘please,’ you whine, unable to take any more of his incessant teasing. it had gone on for what felt like forever. you blame the various substances for your neediness and the subsequent lack of embarrassment for it.

‘keep begging like that and you can have anything you want,’ rescinding his fingers to tackle his own belt, hastily unbuckling the metal and yanking his suit pants down. boxers coming to rest around his thighs shortly after.

your eyes widen at the sight of his leaking cock springing up. you had felt that he was big but holy shit, this was something else. your surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, his veiny hand fisting his cock as his other hand comes to rest beside your head.

‘i’ll go slow,’ he breathes, eyes hooded as his chestnut eyes gaze into yours. he was used to the apprehension by now. your clammy hands grip onto the back of his neck, feet coming to rest on his lower back. nodding quickly underneath him.

he slides into your cunt achingly slow, his mouth falling open. a strangled sound rumbling from his throat, ‘fuck.. you feel.. so good,’ staying where he was, assessing your reaction before making his next move.

it feels like he’s splitting you open but it’s good. burning desire filling your veins, ‘fuck me..’ you nod, ‘please fuck me,’ becoming accustomed to the feeling of being full, pleading for him to just move.

you don’t have to tell him twice, an animalistic growl escaping as he begins to thrust his hips. he’s still holding back, you can tell but it’s oh so much better than his stagnant pace of before.

your eyes struggle to stay open, eyelids fluttering as he slams into you. hitting the sweet, soft spot you’re sure only he could reach. back arching off of the mattress, sweaty chests colliding, chasing that feeling.

‘oh my god,’ you moan, loud enough for whoever is staying in the adjacent room to hear. it’s filthy, lewd and desperate. the sound of his balls slapping against your supple skin, fastening in response to your encouragement.

‘yeah?’ he pants, reaching his hand around to brush the wild hair from your face. ‘been waiting to do this- nghh.. all fuckin’ day,’ relentless with his tempo, pubic area perfectly catching against your throbbing cult, hurtling you towards your orgasm.

‘fuck,’ you grit, eyes screwed shut. it’s disgusting how the sounds of your cunt fill the room, even worse that it was encouraging him. pounding into your hole ruthlessly, grunting as he nears his own orgasm.

the familiar sensation twists in your stomach, mouth hung open as it’s useless even attempting to muffle yourself. ‘steve..’ you mewl, more as a warning that you were fast approaching your release.

he can feel it, the way you clench around him and the utter mindless babbling coming from your mouth were all too familiar. ‘you gonna come? huh? you wanna come?’ struggling to keep his own composure.

you can’t even verbalise your response, nodding maniacally while your legs squeeze around his waist, keeping him deep inside as you begin to tremble. stomach flipping and your head becoming fuzzy, the tip of his cock nudging against the spongy spot as you come undone around him.

the pleasure is almost overwhelming, tears pricking in your eyes as you writhe against him. ‘shitshitshit,’ whining breathlessly into his ear.

‘oh fuck,’ he barks, beginning to lose his rhythm. hips stuttering as he fills you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. pulling out far too late and collapsing on top your sweaty body.

chest rising and falling in time with his as you try to regain your breath, still clinging onto his neck while he buries his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your back.

‘oh fuck is right,’ you remark, giggling at his pathetic demeanour. fingers running through his damp hair, his wet lips pressing against the skin of your neck. your mind still too hazy to truly comprehend the implications of him coming inside of you. something for tomorrow you to worry about.

‘i’m sorry,’ he mumbles, cocking his head to finally look up at you, ‘your fault..’ attempting to crack a joke.

‘oh it’s my fault?’

‘oh yeah,’ shifting off of your body and onto the bed slightly, still holding onto your waist. ‘i’d have a baby with you any day,’ wrestling to pull the blanket over your bodies.

you narrow your eyes, resting your head on the soft pillow, choosing to blissfully ignore his comments. the toll of the long day starting to take on your body as your eyes begin to close. snuggling into the side of his body, tangling your leg between his.

‘i wasn’t joking,’ he murmurs sleepily, fingers brushing your back softly.

‘shut up.’

-

you’re wary of even waking him, wondering if it’d be easier to just slip out unnoticed. maybe you could leave a note on the bedside table for him to find.

no. no, that’d be rude. most one night stands you wouldn’t even be contemplating it, you’d have ran out of there the second you were awake. something felt different with steve.. like maybe you shouldn’t.

you nudge his arm, leaning over his body.

‘steve? steve.. i have to go..’ you coo softly, coaxing him awake.

he jolts, snapping his head in your direction, ‘huh? what?’ squinting as he comes to, head already pounding from the copious amounts of liquor he’d ingested last night.

‘i have to go..’ smiling at his sleepy demeanour.

‘what? no.. no no, where are you going?’ voice heavy with sleep, a whole octave deeper than it was last night.

‘i’ve gotta check out out of my room and drive home.’

he sits up agains the pillow, stretching his arms out with a stifled yawn, ‘now? it’s so early,’ his fingers wrap around your wrist, ‘stay.. ten minutes,’ gently trying to pull you back into the bed with him.

‘it’s a long drive.. i can’t,’ you mutter, standing strong despite the overwhelming urge to just get back into the warm bed with him.

‘let me walk you back then,’ the smooth pad of his thumb tracing along your wrist, ‘gimme like.. five minutes and we can go,’ dropping your arm as he springs out of the bed.

‘you don’t have to.. really,’ you persist, watching as he shimmies into a discarded pair of sweatpants, frantically searching for a clean t-shirt in his suitcase.

‘well i’m going to,’ he pulls it over his messy hair, it had been neglected the last few days and he’d been kicking himself for not looking his best for you.

you simply smile at him, nothing you could say would change his mind so it was easier not to and you weren’t exactly averse to spending more time with him.

he emerges from the bathroom looking slightly more put together, ‘okay i’m ready.. let’s go,’ grabbing his wallet, nearly empty cigarette box and his room key from his discarded pants pocket and grinning.

it’s a comfortable silence on the way back to your room, steve nodding his head at a few wedding guest stragglers who were either doing the exact same thing you were doing or trying to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

the atmosphere is pleasant, almost natural as you walk the halls. arms brushing against each other with every step.

‘well, this is me,’ nodding at the basically untouched hotel room. you’d stepped foot in it once to drop your bag off and hadn’t seen it since.

steve’s biting down onto his bottom lip, ‘you really gotta go now?’ sounding a little disappointed.

‘i’m back to work tomorrow.. i’m sorry,’ trying to disguise your own disappointment. realistically, you probably wouldn’t see him again. just a one time, crazy wedding story you would look back on fondly in a few years.

‘i’m not,’ he offers, trying desperately not to let this go. dating in hawkins wasn’t great, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever find someone like you even if he searched for his entire life. he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.

‘oh?’ raising your brows.

‘yanno, i’ve never been to cincinnati before,’ smirking down at you, ‘i was actually thinking of taking a little vacation there.. like, this week?’

the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, ‘you know what? that sounds like a great idea.’

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington au #stranger things x you #steve harrington fanfic

[celabi]

tbh, I feel like I’ve been drifting away from the original scummy scara I made when I first made the au, so I would like to let everyone know that he is a BIG freak. the type of guy you avoid because he’s just… so creepy and weird. like, restraining order, banned in fifty states type of weird.

he will steal a pen you’ve been nibbling on in class, and do all sorts of things to it that you don’t wanna know. like shoving it down his throat or something idk.

he goes through the trash and takes the gun you spat out, and chews it as if he were a man on death row. and at this point he might as well be.

he ‘makes’ you home made lunch. (which is just store brought food he put into a lunch box). awe, so thoughtful, right? NO, he passed out after cumming so much to replace the dressing on your salad.

spits in your drink, so it’s almost like you’re kissing in a way, because his saliva is in your mouth yada yada. he’s so delusional, gosh.

this man jerks off to anything. pictures of you in a bikini. pictures of your panties that he snuck a photo of from under your skirt. hell, he has even fapped it to a post he found on one of your family members facebook where you look like the most ordinary person ever. anything.

he acts like an angel around you, but the moment you turn your back, he has this dark, violent glint in his eyes at anyone who isn’t you.

he STANK. like discord moderator who manages thirty different servers. he plays video games 24/7 and eats only fast food + he lives in his mothers basement so minus points.

his mind is SO dirty too. like you could be complaining about this one girl who has been getting on your nerves recently, and all he can think about is bending you over the table and running his hands all over your body. he thinks of you when he shouldn’t, and in ways he shouldn’t, even before you knew his name.

yeah he’s so sweet, and kisses the ground you walk on. but he also would love nothing more then to knock you up and keep you as his cute little spouse who he can come home and make love to every day.

god and he’s a brat too, don’t get me started. like, throwing tantrums when you decide to sit with someone else at lunch. starting fights with people who so much as look in your general direction (ones that he loses cause he is so small and scrawny). screaming profanities at the professors who separate your seating plans in lectures, and so on.

if you’ve been keeping up with my posts, you’ll know that this man has a literal sex doll replica of you he sleeps with at night. it’s so detailed to the point where there is freckles in the exact same spot they are on your skin. (even some moles and beauty marks that you didn’t even know you had, and god knows how he does).

has a shrine of you in his closet. strands of your hair he has collected. lipgloss and chapstick he has stolen from your bag whilst you weren’t looking. accessories like rings and bracelets. nail polish, all the works. and in the middle of this shrine, in all its glory, is a pair of your underwear that he took while you were in the changing rooms. he prays to it. the holy grail.

he has been dating you in his head the moment he saw you, like, gets a little annoyed when you don’t remember your five month anniversary, but the thing is, you didn’t even know you’re dating at all.

I love him. don’t get me wrong, but he is not the man you want to get involved with, like AT ALL.

go for someone like scummy alhaitham, who has (some) self respect 👍

#scummy scara :( #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #tw yandere

[flowerandblood]

The Price of Dignity

[ dark academia • Aemond x rich • female ]

[ warnings: angst, violence, class inequalities ]

[ description: Aemond worked his whole life to get into the best university in the country. The class inequality he sees there strikes him, and the target of his hatred is a female classmate from his year, a rich girl from a wealthy family. However, it turns out that what was obvious to him is not so simple and he has to face the consequences of his own decisions. A lot of angst, bitchy, violent, mean Aemond. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He very quickly came to terms with the fact that life is not fair. He understood this when he watched his mother, worried, choosing between buying him a new sweatshirt and buying him a new textbook for school, between paying the heating bills and a new bed so they wouldn't all have to fit into one with an old, yellow mattress.

They didn't starve, they didn't walk around dirty, their mother made sure they looked like decent people, however, they were always lacking things, always had too little money for something.

Although his mother worked two jobs at school, she didn't earn as much as his friend's mother, who bought her T-shirts with Disney cartoon characters, had a whole pencil case of glitter pens and expensive chocolate croissants for her second breakfast.

He envied her and one day, when she wasn't looking, he stole her pensieve and threw it in the rubbish. She cried all day because of this, the pencil case was eventually found, however, she didn't want it anymore because it stank.

The next day she came to school with a new pencil case, even prettier.

From then on he decided that whatever he did would not change anything, so he chose not to worry about it and to stay away from such people. He was repulsed by their feeling that they could look down on him, that they were proud to have new, fashionable things, as if there was any merit in it.

They just got it and he didn't.

Something that could not be bought was intelligence, and he did not lack it.

Therefore, he decided to concentrate on his studies, spending whole days in the school library, borrowing thick, worn-out books to take home, having no money to buy new ones in the bookshop. He set himself the goal of getting into a degree in classical literature at the best, most prestigious university in the country by virtue of his academic results, to win a scholarship.

His mother was horrified by the idea, having no clue how she would help him pay for his stay in the capital, where everything was several times more expensive than in their city.

Not wanting to burden her more, to her despair, after high school classes he would go to work for a friend who ran a car repair shop, working as his helper, every paycheck saved up for his plan.

He felt like he was obsessed with it and did not accept the possibility that he might not succeed.

When applying for a scholarship, in addition to a written essay of at least a hundred pages about his favourite author, he had to appear in person for an interview.

Specially for this occasion, he bought himself an expensive shirt, smart trousers and a suit jacket for the first time and, dressed like this, went there with a beating heart.

The professors sitting in front of him seemed tired and weary of their work, sipping tea from beautiful, surely very expensive, porcelain cups. He looked at them trying to hide the disgust on his face, listening to their questions, which turned out to be trivially easy.

He saw how he was arousing their interest more and more with every minute with his attitude, they started asking him about his life, where he came from.

He sold them the heart-wrenching story of his childhood, the tale of his accident involving his nephew, through which he lost his eye, and then his slow road to the top, presenting himself as a young boy with dreams who had worked so hard for his success.

To his surprise it worked, and after a week he received a letter confirming that he had been awarded a scholarship and a place on his dream faculty.

He cried like a baby reading it several times, glad that no one was home at the time, feeling that he had finally managed to win something for himself in his life.

His mother burst with pride when she found out, while at the same time fearing how he would cope in this group, full of aristocrats and children of rich parents who could afford to simply buy them a place there.

He figured he would destroy them all, show them for who they really were.

He felt within himself some great need for revenge and atonement, although he did not know quite how he was supposed to express it.

He spotted his perfect target at the first meeting of his year with the professor who was to be their mentor during their stay at the University.

Despite the fact that they were all sitting in the same elegant uniforms with the intricate gold crest of their university, he saw that she was holding the latest model of phone in her hands, a beautiful gold ring with a sapphire on her middle finger and an old, expensive watch, surely inherited from some very wealthy and famous great-grandfather.

It came to his ears very quickly that her surname, Howard, was due to her grandfather on her father's side, the baron who had been given that title, which her family had boasted of ever since, living in their mansion in a village near the capital.

He looked at her and thought only of the fact that she was a fucking nepotistic, spoilt brat who never had to earn anything, who was taking the place of someone who really deserved it.

He very quickly caught a good rapport with a boy similar to himself, also from a small town from a working-class family, Criston. Like him, he owed his place to his education and scholarship, although he was not as harsh as he was in his assessment of their new friend.

"Oh, come on. Just concentrate on being content that you're here." He said one evening as they prepared for their first classes together. They were sitting in large, comfortable armchairs by the fireplace in the university's huge library filled with old, oak bookcases reaching the ceiling, filled to the brim with thick, dusty tomes.

He instantly fell in love with the place and only dreamed of spending whole evenings there, imagining how other students, writers and poets sat in his place. He hummed at his words, turning the page of the book he had just read, a history of ancient Greek literature.

"I'm concentrating on this, but when I look at her, I just feel sick. She's only here so her daddy baron can show off his daughter at the University. I have no respect for her and don't think she deserves any. The fact that she is here is a joke and one big misunderstanding." He muttered lowly, Criston sighed heavily, shaking his head, not having the strength to argue with him.

They both flinched when they heard someone's quiet footsteps, the figure of Howard appeared from among the bookcases with several books clutched to her chest and headed immediately for her entrance, her face pale, her lips clenched.

He swallowed loudly, feeling the cold sweat on his back at the thought that she had heard it all, and although he thought it was good for her that he had told the truth out loud, a sense of shame overcame him anyway.

Criston threw him a confused, horrified look and he lowered his gaze and grunted, letting out a loud breath, returning to his reading, recognising that the words of someone like him were meaningless to her anyway.

The next day was their first class with Professor Morris, in which they were to study Greek literature of the Classical, Hellenistic and Empire eras. Their professor, a short, smiling old man with big glasses, spoke with enthusiasm and energy surprisingly high for his age, introducing them to the subject and telling them what they would be working on first.

He said they would start with something simple, a collection of myths that, although passed down through generations and written down very late in history, were a source of inspiration that still stirred the minds of young artists and writers today.

He began with a question about who the Greek gods were in Greek mythology, Howard's hand shot up before he could think of anything.

"As far as the Olympian gods are concerned, they were imagined as humans, or rather the inhabitants of Hellada with the difference that they were immortal by drinking ambrosia and had various powers." She said quickly, their professor nodding at her words.

"That is true, Miss Howard. Why were they imagined as human beings and not, like the Christian God, as a superior, infallible entity?"

Howard's hand shot up again and he pressed his lips together, looking at her impatiently.

Stupid bitch.

"Because they were supposed to be the answer to what was happening around the living population, they were not the determinant of moral values, like the Christian God, but more like guardians whose care had to be constantly sought.

They loved and hated like ordinary people, they were eager for revenge, murder and rape, so they did not represent a pattern of behaviour, but rather depicted the unpredictability of nature and events in human life." She said without stammering, and he let out a loud breath, impatient.

She was doing this on purpose.

She wanted to prove him wrong.

He spent whole evenings reading and preparing for class and in the days that followed, he began to overtake her, watching with satisfaction as she turned to him over her shoulder with furrowed brows, impatient when it was him that their professor allowed to speak and not her.

They were at war.

He saw that she had her two friends with whom she went everywhere, naive girls from good homes who clung to her to wallow in her luxuries.

He felt like laughing at this sight.

He had the feeling that it was getting worse by the week, they were throwing hateful glances at each other in the corridors and shunning each other in the common rooms and the library, not wanting to bump into each other by accident.

He knew she was doing this to prove him wrong, to make herself feel the best again rather than because she was interested in literature.

After the first exams they both had very similar scores, but he felt a sense of pride when he saw on the posted list that he had scored one point more than her, a grimace of satisfaction showed on his face as he glanced in her direction indulgently.

Even though she had second place right after him she turned and walked towards the women's dormitory, clearly frustrated, making him feel better for the day.

And that's when he appeared.

Ronald Collins, a blushing man with slight curves, looking as if he was living in some sort of dreamy state had been introduced to them in class with their tutor and it appeared that he would be joining them mid-year.

No one understood how he managed to achieve this, he didn't look like a wealthy man, he smiled at everyone as if he were a priest at a sermon, with tenderness and care, as if he lived in a completely different reality. He and Criston would sometimes see him sitting on the cloisters with a notebook in his hand, gesticulating and talking to himself as if he were some inspired 19th century poet.

"What the fuck is his problem?" He muttered to Cole, recognising that this man was out of his mind.

In their first class together, however, he proved to them that he was something far more dangerous.

"Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. Trash and kitsch, or sincere, sudden, fiery true love? There are different thoughts about this world-famous work today. What is your opinion?"

He and Howard automatically raised their hand, but Collins preceded them. The professor allowed him to speak first and, to everyone's surprise, he stood up, looking around the room.

"Pontius Pilate asked Christ - what is truth? But I ask you - what is love?! Is there only one kind of love? When we truly love, can we be so desperate as to reach for the finality, for death itself?" He asked, stretching his hand out in front of him, sweeping it in a semi-circle as if he was showing something, a few people couldn't stand it and laughed under their breath, Howard turned to him over her shoulder, looking at him with big eyes in disbelief, and he looked at her feeling that he looked exactly like her.

What the fuck was that supposed to be?

He bullshitted his way through the next five minutes until their professor decided he'd had enough.

However, what horrified him the most was the results of his first exam, which he saw on a list posted for all students outside the room.

100/100 points Mr Collins 94/100 points Mr Targaryen 94/100 points Miss Howard

What?

"What?!" He heard a familiar voice beside him, Howard stepped closer to the glass as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

She threw him a quick, helpless look as if she wanted him to tell her what had just happened here, but he himself had no idea how that was possible.

How could this fucking moron get such a good score?

"Ah, my sweet rivals!" They heard a voice behind them and turned around, Collins was looking contentedly at his score from over their shoulders, blushing, smiling and dreamy as usual, he could see from so close up that despite his young age he was slowly starting to go bald.

"Miss Howard and Mr Targaryen, the age-old battle between the aristocracy and the working class. So dramatic, solemn, full of contradictions. Love - hate - or perhaps cold calculation? Like Athena and Arachne, like Aphrodite and Persephone, like Achilles and Hector!" He said grabbing Howard's arm and she shook her head, completely surprised, not believing that he dared to say such things out loud.

"− Achilles and Hector didn't −" She began, but he interrupted her, looking up, as if suddenly dazzled.

"− no − Romeo and Juliet − separated lovers − they don't even know yet that tragedy awaits them, that they will not be given the chance to be reunited − but nevertheless this feeling, this will to fight will always prevail." He said worriedly and shook her, as if he wanted to make her realise how serious his prophetic words were, and then he left, wishing them a good day.

They stood horrified, he saw her look at her arms, as if she might have been contaminated by him just a moment ago.

"− oh God −" She muttered, lowering her hands without strength. "− he's an idiot −"

Their war was put on hold as they were forced to turn their gazes to a new enemy, more dangerous and more unpredictable, turning their joint lectures into a nightmare, for some reason having perfect scores on all their exams.

How was it possible that he was always a few points short and he passed everything with the highest score?

He decided to hide in the library as usual, tired and frustrated, and clenched his eyes when he saw that in his armchair, hidden between a few bookcases so that he couldn't be seen from a distance, sat Howard, reading a book even though it was his favourite place and she knew it perfectly well.

"Get the fuck out." He said to her straight out, towering over her with an angry look. She furrowed her brow and pressed her lips together.

"No. That moron is still after me, and he won't find me here. I was here first." She said angrily and turned the page with a quick, theatrical gesture.

He leaned over her resting his hands on either side of her body on the armrests of her armchair, looking at her face from so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"Get. The fuck. Out." He hissed low.

"Fuck. No." She hissed parroting his tone, he grabbed her hard by her arm, trying to pull her out of there, but she immediately lifted her leg and kicked him in the stomach.

He bent down and growled, grabbing her ankle.

"You little spoiled bitch." He snorted, pulling her so that she just fell off the armchair, ignoring the fact that it made her skirt roll up and he could almost see her panties. "You think if your daddy pays for your studies, you're allowed everything?"

In response, he was hit on the head with the book she had just been reading, grabbed his forehead and shouted in pain, closing his eyes.

"Fuck off! I'm studying here as hard as you are!" She snarled furiously, wanting to throw the other book at him, but he grabbed her arms and blocked her movements. They were both panting loudly fighting each other, she tried to hit him with her knee, but he pinned her down with his body.

"Yeah? Oh what a poor girl. She studies as hard as I do. She never had to earn anything, she didn't have to work for long fucking hours after school, studying late to earn a living here, she didn't have to write a 100-page essay to get here, beg the university authorities to give her a scholarship." He hissed out looking at her with hatred, not letting her get away, feeling that he was just pouring out everything he had felt over the years, all the loathing he had for her and people like her.

She stopped fighting him and pressed her lips together, her eyebrows at the same time furrowed in a grimace of pain and sadness, her lower lip began to tremble at his words, her eyes turned red and glazed over from tears.

"Oh, are you going to cry? Are you going to fucking cry now? The poor rich little girl is going to cry because she heard a few words of truth?" He asked in a mocking, sweet voice as if he was speaking to a small child who still doesn't understand much and needs to be explained slowly.

"Fuck off." She exhaled with difficulty, already with less certainty, trying to push him away but to no avail, his hands clenched tighter on her shoulders, her body pressed against the armchair so that she was unable to make any movement, her cheeks red with exertion.

"You're not so snarky anymore? Well, please tell me, how did you earn your place here? Let me guess, you told your daddy - daddy, I would like to study here - will you pay my tuition fees? Hm? Is that how it was? I know, you worked so terribly hard for it." He sneered, arching his eyebrows in a gesture as if he really felt sorry for her, and she burst out crying, looking up at him from below, breathing hard.

"− I wanted to study here because I'm interested in literature, and my dad helped me − what the fuck is your problem? −" She mumbled out almost choking, and he clenched his jaw, his nostrils moving restlessly in rage.

"− my problem is that you've taken the place of someone who's worked all their life for it − some poor boy or girl who didn't have your father's money − the university authorities prefer your money to their knowledge −"

"− then why don't you go and yell at the rector for it? − won't you go to the dean and name some person to take my place, tell them that they are only after my money? − I'll tell you why − thanks to my father's money you can be here for free − thanks to my father's money you'll be able to do your PhD and do your research −" She laughed desperately through her tears, looking at him in disbelief, seeing him turn pale, his lower lip trembling in rage.

"− you didn't know? − you thought our country was paying for your place here, your uniform, your room? − no − but you're right about one thing − you've earned this place harder than I have −" She said emotionlessly, looking at him with a blank stare, and he felt unable to get a word out, his throat tightened, he felt like he was about to vomit, humiliation and rage spreading through his body.

"− you don't know anything about me − you've been insulting me ever since you got here, even though I'm the one you feel sorry for, you're the one carrying yourself like a king, looking down on everyone − and I thought that maybe things would get better, that maybe we'd even become friends − you're a mere brutal boor who thinks he can take it out on whoever he wants −" She hissed, pushing him away from her, he stepped back, turning his head away, not looking at her as she picked up her book from the floor and moved ahead, disappearing around the corner.

He slid his back down the bookcase and sat on the floor, burying his face in his hands, feeling that he was trembling all over.

You're a mere brutal boor who thinks he can take it out on whoever he wants.

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Aemond Taglist:

(bold means I couldn't tag you)

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[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (Prologue)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, sadness, rejection, Mary being a bitch, sleazy John

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Live was great. The man you loved proposed to you in the most romantic way. And later, you made love in his old Chevy Impala. The only girl he loved as much as he loved you; according to Dean.

Butterflies still fluttered in your stomach whenever he looked at you.

Everything was fine, great even. Until he invited you for a family dinner to get to know the rest of his family.

You already knew his younger brother. Sam was easy to be around. 

Dean never talked much about the rest of his family. All you knew was his mother came from old money, and his father was a made man. 

The moment you stepped into Mary Winchester’s house, your relationship with Dean was doomed.

Not only did she ignore you for most of the day, but she always invited Dean’s first love, the girl next door. The one and only Lisa Braeden.

You knew that Dean never got over her and accepted that he had a past. Everyone has a past, right?

It felt like someone stabbed you in the back and ripped your heart out at the same time.

But you never were a quitter. Instead of sulking in a corner and watching your fiancé talk to his ex, you decided to remind him what he’s going to lose if he doesn’t get his shit together.

“No, wait. He’s my man. His mother can’t do this to me,” you cursed under your breath." Dean was your man, he even proposed to you. His family just didn’t know yet. “I’ll beat you with your own weapons, bitch.”

You walked back upstairs, entered the room you shared with Dean, and threw on your most sexy dress, killer heels, and no underwear. – To hell with the girl next door. 

When you walked back down you put on a faked smile and confidently entered the living room again.

Your eyes scanned the room for you man only to watch Dean still talk to Lisa. They laughed, and she touched his arm, giggling like he said the funniest thing she ever heard.

You saw red but didn’t want to act like a jealous bitch in heat. So, you took a deep breath and brushed your concerns off.

“A nice party, huh?” Dean’s father stood a little too close for comfort. “Can’t believe my son got his hands on someone like you.”

John Winchester stank like booze and desperation. You assumed he didn’t get any from the ice queen his wife seemed to be.

“Mr. Winchester,” you excused yourself to walk toward Dean. 

You stopped in your tracks and took another deep breath. Dean ignored you calling his name, even when you put your hand on his shoulder. “Dean, I’m a little tired and I got a terrible headache.”

He didn’t react, too engrossed in listening to what Lisa had to say.

“Later,” he grumbled and didn’t even spare you a glance.

You knew there and then that Dean wasn’t ready to marry you.

Maybe you only were a rebound to him. A woman he could use until Lisa came back into the picture thanks to his mother.

“I thought you have changed. Dean, I believed you moved on from sleeping around when we met. Please don’t prove all the people telling me not to marry you right,” you grabbed his hand and tried to make him face you. 

“Y/N, not now,” he didn’t even hear what you said and waved you off. “Later.”

“Please…We need to talk Dean…it’s not only us any longer,” you whispered the words not daring to speak any louder.

You dropped his hand and stepped away, catching the attention of his whole family when you turned around to run upstairs.

You cried for what felt like an eternity when it was only a few minutes.

Sam came by after the scene you made in your opinion, but you didn’t open the door.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you wiped your eyes and choked out a sob. Dean changed so fast only because that woman was around. He didn’t act like the man you fell in love with that night.

It took all the strength left in you to change clothing again and pack up all your belongings. If he didn’t come to his senses tonight, maybe tomorrow when he found you gone.

You hastily wrote a few lines, and placed the piece of paper on the bed, along with your engagement ring.

Rereading the lines you choke out another sob.

One night of passion, a life-long responsibility. This is your decision. Are you in or out?  I got a job offer in London and will accept it if you don’t want to be a father yet (or at all).  If you are still the man you made me believe you are, call me tomorrow. If not, have a nice life…

Part 1

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[thefunkfactory]

Persian Magic

Alex absolutely hated gym class. He was never athletic and hated all the guys that he had class with, all of them were obnoxious and arrogant seniors. To Alex the worst of them all was Karim, he transferred in this year and was popular among all the athletic kids in the gym class. Alex couldn’t stand Karim and what's worse is that Karim used the locker right next to Alex. Karim never liked Alex though either, the first day of gym Alex told Karim that he reeked worse than a spice market. Karim knew that he was gonna make Alex eat his words since then.

After Alex went home he set his backpack down at the foot of his bed, got changed for work, and left. While he was gone Karim’s surprise worked its magic. Karim had placed a pair of his gym socks at the bottom of Alex’s bag, Karim had preemptively placed a curse on the socks to make their stench more powerful. When Alex returned home,incredibly tired from work, and entered his room he smelled something rancid. He looked everywhere but could not figure out what it was. He eventually gave up and went to bed being too tired to continue searching, but he did open his window to try and air out his room. While in his sleep the socks went into overdrive. The stench they let off was so powerful and the curse started to change Alex.

When Alex woke up in the morning he didn’t notice any smell anymore. He had just assumed that whatever it was got aired out overnight. Alex began to ready for the day starting with getting dressed. When he opened his sock drawer he saw a new pair of socks sitting atop the rest of them. He didn’t remember ever seeing these before of even buying them but to him they were just a pair of socks so he threw them on. As he finished getting ready he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, put on deodorant, and spritz himself with some cologne. When he looked into the mirror his appearance had changed! He wasn’t White anymore! He looked like he could be siblings with Karim! Immediately his mind started racing but then quickly his mind told itself that he “has always looked like this” and “why is he getting so freaked out? he has always been proud of his Middle Eastern features.” He chuckled to himself thinking it was stupid that he got scared of his own reflection and reached for his deodorant. Picking it up he looked at it and threw it in the trash saying “Why do I even own this? I don't want to cover up my own scent. It’s unnatural!”. He did the same for his cologne. Ali brushed his teeth and grabbed his backpack and went to school.

All day he didn’t feel right being with his friends, he felt like he should be hanging out with the other Muslim and Middle Eastern boys. It didn’t help that his friends kept complaining that he stank, he just told them that “It’s natural to smell like this” and that they should just stop being inferior males. On the walk over to gym Karim ran up to him, “Hey Ali!” he shouted “You look great! And you smell even better!”. “Dude! You smell great too! Isn’t it great that our natural scent weeds out the pussies who wanna smell like chemicals!” said Ali. “Yea dude it’s great!” responded Karim. Ali and Karim hung out all of gym class working up a sweat. Back in the locker room while they were changing back in to their regular clothes, some kids walked up to them and told them “You guys are like hotboxing the entire locker room with your pits! Can’t you put on some deodorant!?”. Ali and Karim lifted up both their arms fully airing out their body odor and told the kids “You are all gonna love this Persian boy-stink soon enough!”

#musk #armpits #racial change #TTF

[molllsprple]

Strictly business

Part 2

Part 1

Hi all! I’m genuinely surprised with the interest and support I received from the first chapter. It’s really made me want to put more effort into my writing! I really hope you’re all experiencing the same enjoyment reading this, as I am writing it 😚 P.s - the photo below is not mine, I do not own it. I just thought I’d leave it there to give people a general idea as to what the ship is supposed to look like (i realise it is much smaller in the show, but i changed it to fit the story)

Warnings:Rating 15+, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking irresponsibly, slightly sexually suggestive content, swearing, Usual Mihawk orientated thirstiness ensues.

You awoke the next day with a throbbing headache. The events of the night before were hazy, but the sharp pain coming from your leg was enough for you to recall the undeniable facts—you got shot, fainted, and now here you are.

But how did you make it back to the ship, and who’s bed were you laying in right now?

With a suspicious squint, you slowly propped yourself up on to your elbows, being mindful not to aggravate your injury in the process. The room was large and spotlessly tidy. If it wasn’t for the odd piles of neatly folded clothes, and the necklaces decorating the surface of the dresser opposite, you might assume the room had never been occupied. And, most notably, it stank of booze.

This was Mihawk’s bed…

Jesus, even his sheets stank of wine. You were convinced he was bathing in the stuff.

You threw the covers to the side to get a better look at your leg. It had been cleaned and dressed, and seemed to be healing well considering it had only been several hours since the incident. Delicately, you slid both legs over the side of the bed in an attempt to get up. You cringed as you began to apply pressure to your bad side, but the pain seemed bearable enough to be able to stand. With all the grace of a newborn foal you began to manoeuvre towards the door, twisting the knob as you progressed deeper into the ship. The creaking of Oakwood planks punctuated your every step as you stumbled down the hall, eventually finding your way to Mihawk’s study.

You were expecting to be met with hawk eyes and sarcastic comments, but instead were met with a dimly lit room and an empty chair. Your shoulders sagged, feeling slightly deflated—why were you disappointed? He was probably off somewhere cleaning up after the mess you had made on your last bounty hunt.

In that moment, you were overcome with guilt as you recalled last nights events more vividly. You were stupid enough to been seen by the target, and even more reckless to let yourself get shot in the process. He must be mad with you—how could he not be?

“You should be in bed”

Mihawk’s deep baritone rumbled from behind you, causing you to whip around, almost throwing yourself off balance. As you turned to face him, you were taken aback by the man stood in front of you. The fury behind his yellow eyes froze you in place, as his Broad shoulders caged you in against the wall. You had to crane your neck back and up just to meet his eye line, making you take note of how tall he is in comparison to you. It was in that moment that you were brutally reminded of why so many souls feared his existence; His black leather coat was now decorated in a deep crimson, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of human blood. His toned abs were painted in flecks of the same shade, made more noticeable in contrast with his porcelain skin tone. You could practically feel the testosterone radiating from him with every rapid rise and fall of his exposed chest. He looked furious.

You didn’t know whether to feel terrified or turned on.

“I-I was just looking for you.” you swallowed, throat suddenly as dry as a desert. “I wanted to thank you—for what you did. I would have been really screwed back there if you hadn’t of stepped in. I seriously owe you my-“.

“You owe me nothing” Mihawk’s tone was matter of fact “I was simply protecting my investment.”

Investment? Oh right…the contract that you and he shared.

“Even so, It was a stupid mistake—and it shouldn’t have happened. I understand if you want to terminate our contract-“

“That won’t be necessary.” Mihawk interrupted.

“But the bounty-“

“-Has been taken care of” Mihawk lifted his hand to rub the bridge of his nose as he gave an audible sigh, exhaustion apparent in his voice “Please just—just rest.”

Your eyes quietly flicked down to observe the way the blood stains extended down to his trousers and boots, deciding that it was probably best to just agree with him on this one. You blinked up at him before eventually nodding in agreement, realising he wasn’t going to let you say any more on the matter. “Can I at least pour myself a drink first—you know, for the pain”. You pleaded with your most convincing pout.

Mihawk simply rolled his eyes, and disappeared down the hall way without another word.

You took that as a yes.

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It had been roughly two hours since you had last spoken to Mihawk, before he had left to clean up and re-navigate the ship. In the mean time, you had successfully used your own navigational skills to find the location of Mihawk’s booze cabinet. One drink had turned into two drinks, two drinks turned into four, and before you knew it you had drank a sizeable dent into his vintage wine collection. You were starting to understand why he loved the stuff so much. The pain in your leg felt like a distant memory, hell, you weren’t even sure if you had legs right now.

With a languid smile, you swirled the last remaining drops around in your glass, before downing the liquid entirely and slumping back into your desk chair. Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware to the fact that Mihawk was stood in the doorway, substantially less covered in blood and wearing a rather wide-eyed expression at the sheer mass of alcohol you had consumed, and more notably at which bottles you had chosen to open. His hawk-eyes flicked between you and the two empty bottles rolling around on the desk.

“What…happened in here? Mihawk asked, his deep voice a mix of horror and fascination.

Your eyes shifted towards the blurry object that had entered the room “I’ve been resting” you hiccuped, resting your face between you palms “Doctor’s orders”.

Mihawk slowly approached the desk, swiping the two empty bottles and discarding them somewhere out of sight “I can see that” He replied lowly, a hint of a smirk in his voice, as he returned from the cabinet with another bottle. Mihawk removed the lid, and poured some of the clear liquid onto a cloth he pulled out from his pocket before settling in between your legs. Slowly, he raised his free hand to run up the length of your thigh towards the direction of the bullet wound.

“Jeez, atleeeast buy me a drink first” You slurred, eyes following his calculated movements.

Mihawk paused, yellow eyes flicking up to give you an incredulous look. “I think you’ve already had more than enough” He replied, before continuing to undress the bandages wrapped around the lesion “I just need to clean the wound, you don’t want it to get infected now, do you?” He countered, tone as rich and full bodied as the wine flowing through your bloodstream.

You shifted your posture in a way that made the swell of your breasts more noticeable as you hummed in fake consideration. “No ssir”.

Mihawks eyes darted up distractedly before returning to what he was doing.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but there was something so strangely intimate about the way he was re-wrapping the fabric that got you a little hot under the collar. Like how his calloused fingers would occasionally brush the sensitive skin, exposed by the rip in your trousers, and the way that they lingered there a little longer than necessary. Or how the muscles in his arms would clench and flex, as he tied the bandage tighter. You had to bite back a moan, as you pondered whether his dexterous talents extended to the bedroom.

Mihawk eventually finished up (a little too quickly for your liking) before collecting the old bandages and tossing them in the bin under his desk.

“Are you aware that you just consumed a months worth of wages in alcohol?” Mihawk asked, returning to his previous position between your readily parted thighs. Your eyes grew twice the size, as the weight of his words sank in—Did you really have that little self control?

“Despicable” He tutted, using those same calloused fingers to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. Before you could even utter a word in response, Mihawk had effortlessly picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder in one swift movement, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp in protest. He turned around and set out on a rapid pace towards the door.

Oh shit.

You might have actually pushed him too far this time. Apparently, ransacking Mihawk’s precious wine collection is a crime punishable by death, and right now you were fully anticipating for him to follow through and sling you overboard—You should have just gone for the rum.

Your helpless body dangled from side to side, as Mihawk kicked the door open to what you assumed was the upper decks, taking a few more steps before stopping dead in his tracks. You began saying your final prayers, as your body started hurtling through the air at an ungodly speed.

Much to your surprise, your weight was supported by the soft pillow and mattress of a single bed. Instead of flinging you overboard, he must have brought you to the spare room opposite his.

“Now rest—As much as I can appreciate that you have an injury, I’d like to get some sleep of my own. You can slack off in here from now on”. Mihawk said curtly, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Slack off

Now that was just rude…

Part 3

#mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk smut #mihawk x you #enemies to lovers #kinda #opla fanfiction #opla mihawk #opla smut #one piece #opla

[lunerenzo]

more prison gf! Ymir hcs ♡

♱ Content. drugs, swearing, fluff , NSFW , not proofread, pls let me know if i missed anything :)

♱ Notes. I see yall love her just as much as me 😋. These are just hcs of her when shes out of jail.

♱ Word count. 848

Pt. 1

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

lower case intentional, Enjoy!

prison gf! ymir…who knows how to do your everyday make up and for some reason it always looks better even though she does the exact same steps as you. as well as the more extravagant ones, like the type of make up naezrah does, it always looks amazing cause she has such a steady hand. there is only one rule when she does your make it’s that you HAVE to be straddling her waist when she does it.

prison gf! ymir…who knows all your orders by heart (even your long ass starbucks order) and will order for you so that you don’t have to.

prison gf! ymir…who will side eye you and will order for you anyways if you say “oh im not hungry” while ordering take-out.

prison gf! ymir…who will smack tf out of your hand if you try taking her food with out asking first. somehow you still end up with half of it and she has a small scowl on her face but she still loves you.

prison gf! ymir… who REFUSES to let you smoke her product or get involved in her business no matter how many times you beg and plead.

prison gf! ymir…whos had a polaroid of you in her phone case.

prison gf! ymir…who makes fun of you for eating mint chocolate or cookie n’ cream (whichever you prefer) as if she dosen’t eat pistachio.

prison gf! ymir…who will knock your ice cream on the floor if you make fun of her for it. (don't worry she’ll buy you another.)

prison gf! ymir…who owns two cats with you and if your petting her cat ( you have a “child” and the other is hers) she will grab him and say “leave my son alone”.

prison gf! ymir… who knew you in hs and you were one of her dalma’s when she had her quince. You picked the dresses and if any one complains she would give them the nastiest stank eye.

prison gf! ymir…who was all giddy when she found out her contact name was “pretty girl🩷” with the contact photo of her in her quince dress.

prison gf! ymir…who has a pintrest board for you guys future wedding and has it privited so you don’t know.

prison gf! ymir…who follows you on pintrest and buys you stuff based off what you pin.

prison gf! ymir…who wears this cologne that makes you weak in the knees. before you guys moved in she would spray extra on so that your apartment still smelt like her after she left.

prison gf! ymir…who if she feels like it or is around when you get your nails done will get a matching set with you.

prison gf! ymir…who loves going to the beach with you.

prison gf! ymir…who will carry everything from the car with the maddest look on her face but you better not help cause she will tell you to “push off”. like damn my bad.

prison gf! ymir…who will be sitting there looking like a fucking guard dog if your tanning. let a volleyball accidentally lands near you. she ready to catch another felony.

prison gf! ymir…who will give the ball back, buck at ‘em, and will call them a “pussy” if they flinch.

prison gf! ymir…who is big australia hater

prison gf! ymir...who instigate fights at the waffle house.

prison gf! ymir…who is a big cory and berlezzy fan. like she ALWAYS quoting berlin.

prison gf! ymir…who, if your an artist, keeps every drawing that youve made of her. 

prison gf! ymir…who will be all over you if you wear a skin revealing/ clinging outfit. no matter if you rarely wear stuff like that or most of the time. this is the main reason why you guys are late to parties sometimes. homegirl is struggling with her self control. most of the time she does a good job others? *evil laughter*.  

prison gf! ymir…who loves spoiling you and got you a custom necklace that says your name and a pandora bracelet for your birthday. then got you a chrome hearts necklace for valentines day.

prison gf! ymir…who picks up everything you put down in the store and doesn't care about the price. if you worried about spending her money she’ll tell you it’s fine cause “your worth going broke for ma” with a kiss to seal the deal

prison gf! ymir…who will buy you anything the moment your eyes start tearing up and that little pout comes out. Then she will kiss that little pout away no matter how many it takes.

prison gf! ymir…who buys a strap in your favourtie color.

prison gf! ymir…who would apologize if you tell her its to much and then immediately slams her hips afterwards. 

prison gf! ymir…who would kiss your tears away and say “aww don’t cry”.

prison gf! ymir…who whines and bucks her hips like a bitch in heat when you give her head.

prison gf! ymir…who grips your hair so hard she damn near rips it out. If you have a wig on don’t worry she’ll pay to get it reinstalled but damnit you just put it in. now you hairstylist is cussing you out.

prison gf! ymir...who is absolutely inlove with you.

♱ A/N. My favorite jailbird ❤️. Also THANK YOU @hotxcheeto FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE. MWAH.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize work or translate work.

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[stesierra]

Okay! Since people are asking, here's some of my writing. I'm not used to sharing because on Twitter no one really cared... 🥺 Please let me know if you're interested in learning more about this book or being added to a tag list for my stuff! I love questions about my stuff too... This is new adult fantasy even though publishing says new adult isn't real.

(please excuse my MC's attitude because she is depressed! We've all been there when we released a plague of skeletons.)

The Bone Queen

Chapter 1

When I fell in love with Aubrey, I never thought I'd dream of killing him one day. Why would I? He was already dead.

Now, two years after he’d won my heart with lies, we stood alone in my dimly lit parlor, between its lion-footed couches all in pine green and gold and blood red, Queen Idony’s colors. The golden tapestries that thickly coated the walls depicted Bandrum Palace as seen from the streets of Asteraxe: a many-floored edifice that sprawled across the top of a hill, half hidden behind a mighty wall.

The enormous skirts of my dress weighed me down like I was dragging my own casket around. The bodice hugged my ribs and the corset I didn't need, embellished with lace and embroidered birds, and the sleeves poofed around my skinny arms. It left my scrawny shoulders bare, and even with the fire that crackled in my fireplace, the winter air inside the palace chilled me.

The dress was ivory. The same ivory as my fiancé’s bones.

He clenched my hand, his icy finger bones pinching my skin, and his touch revolted me. But I didn't draw away. I'd learned by now that there was no escape. What point was there in trying? Besides, I deserved this unhappiness. I'd brought it upon myself. Upon the entire kingdom of Sweelough.

When I'd met Aubrey, he'd been nothing but a handsome ghost on Lake Langlyn’s shores. But since I'd freed him—freed them all—he’d become something more. Not alive, even Queen Idony couldn't do that, but she'd given him back his skeleton with which to wield swords and write notes and touch my vulnerable skin. His ghost hadn't gone anywhere; it wrapped around his skeleton like transparent flesh around bones. Now, when I looked into his face, I saw both sharp gray eyes and yawning sockets, both a full, cleanshaven mouth and a skull’s grinning teeth. And the clothes his ghost wore echoed the very real doublet and hose he'd pulled over his bones. Green and red and gold, of course. He honored the queen in everything he did.

He bent close to me, brushing the top of my fashionable tower of hair with his jawbone. He stank of potpourri and dust. “Tell me you love me, Elise.”

I said nothing, just breathed and thought about hitting his bones over and over again with a hammer. In my mind, he crumbled into bits, nothing but ashes in a grave. Of course, it was a fantasy; no one could kill someone who was already dead. I knew because so many people had died trying. Because I had hit him with an axe down on the shore of Lake Langlyn, and it had only torn his clothes.

He said again, “We are to marry in a month. Tell me you love me. Smile at me and say my name, the way you used to.”

“Aubrey,” I said. I didn't love him, but what good would it do to tell him again, when he would only yell at me? It was pointless. Everything was pointless.

His ghostly eyes narrowed, and he crushed my hands in his. “Smile, Elise. Thank me for taking you to wife. For when we met, you were nothing but a serf too stupid to write her own name. Now look at you. Aren't you grateful?”

Tears stung my eyes. When I'd met him, at sixteen, I'd been happy. I'd had parents and four brothers who loved me, and it hadn't mattered that none of us knew how to read or write. What did farmers need letters for? Now, two years later, life was meaningless, and it didn't matter that the tutors he'd forced on me had taught me to scribble my name and read a handful of poems.

Aubrey sighed and leaned down to kiss the back of my hand. For a horrifying second, his lips passed through me, and his teeth brushed my skin. “I'm sorry, Elise. I know I push you too hard. You'll be a good wife. Docile and obedient. Quiet. A good mother to my children.”

If I was docile and quiet, it was only because I'd given up. But his last sentence made me whip my head up. “Children? What do you mean, children?”

He smiled up at me, his spectral mouth matching the grinning teeth of his skull. “Why, Elise, didn't you think I would want a heir?”

“Why would you?” I cried. “Lady Kinburg tells everyone how she had no choice but to hang her descendents when she came back, because they wouldn't return her lands. The dead don't want heirs. You're planning to rule forever. Aren't you?”

“Of course,” my fiancé agreed, straightening up. “But I would still want children. Offspring who will love and admire me, just as you do.”

Unless they inherited my ability to see and hear ghosts, all the children would see was a skeleton that couldn't even talk to them. They wouldn't admire him. They'd fear him, just like I did. Somehow, that didn't matter, not when there was a bigger issue. “Aubrey, you're dead. You can't sire children. It's impossible. Are you planning to have some living man bed me?”

He scoffed, reaching up to seize my chin. “I'll kill any man who lays a finger on you. You're mine. Forever.”

I ripped my face out of his grip. “If we adopt children, they won't be able to see you.” No other living person in Asteraxe, the capital of Sweelough, saw and heard the dead like I did. They just saw skeletons, awful and deadly. It was my gift and my curse to see more. A curse that had doomed me and all of Sweelough.

He let me retreat to sit upon one of the couches. “But children born of your body will, my love. And it's not impossible. Do you have so little faith in the queen? In one month, on the day of our wedding, she will cast spells upon me to give me the ability to lie with you. With her magic, she'll quicken my seed in your belly. And nine months later, you'll bear me a perfect son.”

Aubrey was going to have sex with me. He was going to force me to bear his child. My thoughts ran in terrified, anguished circles. My limbs grew weak, and I sank into my couch. I wanted to vomit all over his pointed shoes. If I could've, I'd have bolted out into the halls of the palace and straight out the front doors. Running for my life had never sounded more appealing.

But the queen's magic brand wrapped my ankle like a jagged red tattoo, and even now I felt it burning against my skin. She'd promised me, when she enchanted me two years ago, that if I ever tried to escape, it would punish me. And Aubrey had stood beside her, smiling because I could never leave him.

“You look faint, my love,” Aubrey said, stepping up close to me. “Come to dinner tonight. Sit at my side and display your beauty to all the court.”

“I'm not hungry,” I said, and it was true. I was never hungry, and after the horrible news he’d just dropped on me, I might never be hungry again. If I accompanied Aubrey to the Great Hall, where the nobility gathered over feasts of roast beef and fish and fresh fruit, I would only sit uneating in front of plenty, just like all the dead who wanted to pretend that they were still alive. Aubrey couldn't eat, being nothing but bones. I had a stomach and all the equipment needed, but I'd lost my appetite with my family, and now that he’d threatened to impregnate me, it was doubly gone.

He took my hand and kissed it again. “Very well. I will send your maids in to tend to you. But after dinner, I will come fetch you. Queen Idony wishes to speak with you.”

My stomach dropped, and I tore my hand out of his. “What? Why? I haven't done anything wrong.”

He patted my cheek, and his bones were so cold that surely they'd never belonged to a living man. “Fear not, Elise. She doesn't want to punish you. She merely wishes to tell you your new duties in the days ahead.”

“Duties? What duties?” Dread constricted my throat. Duties, whatever they were, would take me away from my rooms and safety. They'd put me in the eyes of the living nobles, and all of them hated me. Not because I was a peasant pretending to be one of them. Because it was my fault they had to bow to a dead queen. I didn't blame them. I hated me too.

Aubrey beamed at me. “Great events are on the horizon. Do you remember that the queen made overtures to our wealthy neighbor to the west?”

Only one county bordered Sweelough to the west. “Ahheleisa. But you said nothing would come of it. That the living were too superstitious to see a gift when the queen offered it.”

He waved a hand. “The living are cretins. But in this case, I was wrong.”

“I’m still alive, Aubrey,” I reminded him. For now. Every other night, I woke from nightmares that the queen had stripped me down to nothing but a ghost and dry old bones.

“Yes, yes. That doesn't matter. We have news now that an ambassador and his party are coming here to Asteraxe. In fact, they are nearly upon us. And so Queen Idony has plans for you. But she’ll tell you the details tonight, I am sure.” He patted my leg through my layers of skirts and petticoats. “Now, promise me you'll eat something.”

“I'll eat something,” I lied. But after he'd left and sent my maids in to check on me, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and tried to think of nothing. Thoughts kept sneaking in of a dead man's touch and a dead man's children, and I had no peace at all.

#writing #writeblr #fantasy #The Bone Queen

[kettaise]

Cookout with Bakugou

reader is black

You get up from the couch to go check on the baked macaroni you had in the oven. “I’m back with your damn stuff.”. You heard your boyfriends voice filling the house, he finally returned from the hair store which you sent him to to get combs, a new edge brush, gel and rubber bands.

“Hi Kats, thank you. Can you start getting dressed?”. As he places down the bag on the table, he pauses,”Get dressed for what?”. You put the macaroni down on the stove and grab the foil, then turn to look at him. You give him the look. “Are you serious?” He nods his head and gets ready to ask again but seeing you cross your arms has him shutting his mouth and walking to the room.

“Katsuki Bakugou. I know you did not forget about the cookout. Remember? My mom told us. And I reminded you last week.” You enter your shared bedroom and look at him with crossed arms and a stank face. “I didn’t forget.” Yes he did, he did forget. He grabs a shirt and some shorts avoiding your gaze, he just knows you’re still giving him a look. You exit the room to wrap the Mac n cheese. After a few minutes Katsuki comes out the room finally ready. “Okay now that you’re finally dressed can you put this in the car? I need to put my shoes on.”.

Finally making it to your family’s house you have your boyfriend holding the macaroni as you greet everyone. Your mom sees Katsuki and hugs him, she takes the macaroni from his hands and sets it down the kitchen. A few hours in of loud music, dancing, drinks, and your favorite sight Katsuki, who has a plate of food on his lap and jerk chicken in his mouth. You walk up to him and sit beside him with your food in your lap aswell. He looks at you who is unconsciously smiling. “What’s so funny?”

You smile harder,”Nothin Kats, you just have some sauce on you.” You move closer to him and wipe it off him with a napkin then place a little kiss on the side of his lip. You see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, you look down at his plate and realize he tore that thang up. “Damn, you was hungry bae.” You say as you take a bite of your mac and cheese. He mumbles a whatever and watches you eat. When you finish your food you can’t blame him, that food was good. After a few more hours y’all both are outside, his head resting on your shoulder and you look to him,”We can go home now if you wanna.” That has him grabbing the keys out his pocket and going to say bye to your family real fast. But before y’all enter the car he looks to you,”Go make another plate or two to go, be quick.”

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[mirisss]

No Reason to Worry

Pairing: None idol!Yoon Jeonghan x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.5k

Warnings: jealousy, sexual innuendo, minors dni, a guy who can’t take a no, 

Summary: Yoon Jeonghan knows he is a good-looking guy and that his girlfriend is in love with him, but even he can end up feeling jealous

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Jeonghan’s POV

(Y/n) and I were getting ready to go to Seungcheol’s birthday party. I was just about done and was now sitting on the bed waiting for (Y/n), I was excited to celebrate my best friend’s birthday but at the same time, I didn’t have too much energy and would have preferred to just stay in and watch a movie while cuddling had it been any other day. “Hannie, did I leave my earring on the counter in there? I can only find one here,” “Uh, I don’t know but I’ll check,” I walked over to the counter and as expected, (Y/n)’s earring lay there right where she had put it before going into the bathroom. I picked it up and walked into the bathroom, as I walked in and laid my eyes on (Y/n) I gulped. “Holy shit, babe, honey, love, you look amazing! When did you buy this dress? And how come you’re wearing it for Seungcheol?” “Jeonghan!” She turned to me with a playful glare and also gave me a playful weak push on my chest as we both laughed. “I meant what I said though, you look so good, oh, and also, I found your earring, here,” “Thanks, honey, you don’t look too bad yourself. Wearing your shirt so open for Seungcheol, or maybe for Shua?” “Of course, I have it so unbuttoned for Joshua, and Seungcheol, I have to remind them that I’m incredibly hot,” “Ahh, yes, of course,” We both burst out into laughter. I loved this about our relationship, we have been dating for a long time and we’re never awkward with each other, we always have a lot of fun and act like we’re best friends most of the time. We have many inside jokes, it’s amazing. “The taxi will be here any minute, you almost done?” “Yeah, the earring was the last piece of the puzzle so I’m ready,” “You sure?” “What? Why? Have I forgotten something?” “Yeah, your lipstick is a little messy,” “Huh?!? No it isn’t?” (Y/n) quickly turned to look in the mirror before she looked quizzically at me, as she turned back to me I quickly moved closer and kissed her. As I pulled away I gave her a wink. “It is now,” “Yoon Jeonghan! You damn devil,” “You love me and my devilishness,” “I do, I really do. Huh, who knew you would look better in my lipstick than me?” I just chuckled before taking a makeup wipe and wiping my lips to remove the lipstick. 

Soon we found ourselves outside the venue where Seungcheol was having his party, the music was blasting so high we heard it from 3 blocks away, the venue was overflowing with people, the stank of alcohol mixed with sweat was very potent in the air, and lights were blinking every color you could imagine. “Let’s go!” (Y/n) was very excited, we haven’t seen the boys in quite a while, having been too busy with our jobs and everything. We walked in and tried to find some of our friends, which took a while because Seungcheol invited every person on Earth or something like that. After around 30 minutes we managed to find Seungcheol, Hoshi, Joshua, Dino, Jun, and Minghao. “Happy birthday CHEOL!” “Thank you, (Y/n)! Yoo girl you’re looking so good, damn that dress is fire!” “Thanks, Cheollie, though I should really thank Minghao, he was the one who said I should buy it when we were out shopping a few months ago,” “I got an eye for fashion, what can I say, I’m a fashion god,” Now, most people would probably think I would get jealous because Seungcheol complimented my girlfriend and Minghao went shopping with her, but here’s the thing, I’m not, I know (Y/n) is looking super good right now, and she often goes shopping with Hao because she values his advice when it comes to fashion, they’re like siblings though. I have no reason to worry, also I trust her, I know she loves me and I love her. We stayed there chatting for a while before (Y/n) said she was gonna go and try to find some of her girlfriends to say hi. 

About an hour and a half later I decide to try and find (Y/n) again to see if she’s eaten anything yet or if she wants to hit the buffet with me. It took a while but eventually, I found (Y/n) sitting on a bench talking with some guy, which usually doesn’t bother me but this dude was sitting very close to her and he was flirting like crazy. (Y/n) didn’t seem to notice though as she was talking about a trip she and I went on last year. “Hey, you’re really pretty, wanna get out of here and do something fun?” “What? Uh, no” “Why not? I’m hot and really good in bed, I can promise you that you would be satisfied,” I heard (Y/n) let out a sigh before she answered him. “Mmm, really? You can guarantee it?” I couldn’t believe it, was she considering it? It didn’t seem like her. “Of course, I can already guess what you like,” “Really?” (Y/n) crept a little closer to the guy, almost like she was about to kiss him. “Then, you know exactly what I want right now?” The guy leaned closer too, staring at her lips. “Yeah I do,” He seemed very confident. (Y/n) put one hand on his cheek before smirking. “Then, how come you’re still here? Leave me alone, I said no, accept it and fuck off,” She harshly turned his head right before he could kiss her and I couldn’t help but start laughing at his face, his expression. “Hannie!” (Y/n) got up and ran over to me the second she saw me. “Hey baby, I’ve been looking for you, wanna hit the buffet with me?” “I’d love to,” For good measure, and to settle the jealousy that had sprouted at the thought of (Y/n) flirting with the guy, I gave her a passionate kiss. As we parted from the kiss the guy was looking like he was seconds away from crying. “Come on, do you think they have pineapple at the buffet? I’ve been craving it like crazy lately,” “I don’t know, let’s go check,” 

After we had gotten some food, and a lot of pineapple slices, (Y/n) and I found a spot to sit down at. “Jeonghan, were you jealous or worried when you found me talking to that douchebag?” “Well, to be honest, I was jealous when it seemed like you were into him but as I got closer I heard you telling him about our trip last year but that feeling just wasn’t leaving,” “You know I only have eyes for you. I love you. Only you. He approached me and it seemed fine when he only wanted to know where I got this bracelet, you know the one you bought me during the trip, so I told him but I don’t think he listened or heard me say that it was an anniversary present from my boyfriend.” “I know. I love you too, only you. Seems like he was more interested in your lips and curves rather than the bracelet,” “Yeah, I realize that now. I’m just glad he actually left us alone after I rejected him the second time,” She gave me a peck on the cheek as we began talking about something else. 

“Wanna go home? It’s like 3 am,” “Yeah, let’s go home,” We called a taxi and went home after having spent the last hour dancing and talking with our closest friends. When we got home I couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be jealous, it was probably my first time feeling like that, it was not fun. But I know something that would help make me feel better and that is fun. “Hey (Y/n),” “Huh? OH!” She turned to me and I pulled her close kissing her passionately, she returned the kiss with just as much passion. “You look amazing in the dress but right now I’d prefer you without it,” I gave her a wink after I had whispered that by her ear and began pulling the dress off of her body. “Yoon Jeonghan, you handsome devil,” Though I doubt she was complaining as she unbuttoned my shirt. Let’s just say that we definitely solved the jealousy.

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Mystery Club - Chapter Nine - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series

Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.

Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.

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Chapter Nine - The Halloween Party

"That tickles." 

Wanda smiles at your speech, the touch of the brush firm. "Stop moving, or you'll mess it up." She instructs, and though you huff softly, you obey her. And it doesn't take long for her to pull away. "There. See, that wasn't so hard. You're ready, now we can go." She said as she put her makeup away, and you looked away from her to turn your chair and look in the mirror.

You two were making an interesting pair. The Addams couple and Wanda needs some applause for that dress. Your suit was comfortable, but Gomez's mustache was funny. 

"Let's go soon, I think the party may have already started." She repeated, now holding a purse. Before she leaves, however, you hold her hand.

"What are our rules?" 

Wanda sighs lightly, staring at you. "If things get weird or dangerous, we go home." She says, and you raise an eyebrow. With another sigh, she continues. "Without question or stubbornness. In the same second, because our safety is more important."

You smile, kissing her on the cheek. "That's right, secret agent." You tease. "Ready?"

The party was taking place not far from the campus, and in fact, you almost slapped yourself for not imagining that the abandoned train tracks would serve as a meeting place for teenagers and young adults wanting to drink and do drugs.

At the end of the track, there were abandoned railroad cars, and from a distance, you could already hear the loud music or see the colored lights that were spread around. They had turned one of the guard booths into a DJ booth, and another one held a fridge for possible rain. Fortunately, it didn't look like it was going to rain anytime soon.

Although the party was taking place in an open place, where parked cars lined up to guide the way to the guests, there was an entrance of some sort. And the tall young man at the door was some kind of security guard.

Wanda held your hand as soon as she spotted him. "Just follow my lead."

"What...?" You questioned confused, but she silenced you gently and went back to walking.

Two girls with Westview High jackets covering their short costumes stepped into the opening between the train cars in front of you, but as soon as the tall boy at the door spotted you two, he put a hand out in your way.

"Did you get lost on the way to kindergarten, cuties?" 

Mocked the man who stank of cigarettes and booze. His hair was loose along his shoulders, and he flashed a sharp-toothed grin at you.

Wanda lifted her chin, covering part of your body with hers. "Get out of the way, Creed. The party is open to the public."

The man laughs, crossing his arms. "Open to the public my ass, Maximoff. You need an invitation from someone at RedRoom, and you and your little friend are not on the list-"

"I came with Romanoff." Wanda lies, but the boy chuckles wryly.

"Everyone knows she hates you. Go home." He insists angrily, but Wanda doesn't hesitate.

"Catch up on the gossip, Sabretooth, we're together again." Wanda retorts, and you try to disguise your discomfort at the lie. Luckily, the man seems angry enough not to notice you.

"Don't call me that, you little shit!" He warns between teeth. 

Wanda releases your hand to raise them in surrender, a fake giggle escaping. "Hey, hey, it was just a joke." She tries. "Come on, Victor, let us through. We're here to have some fun. And we will expend some money too."

He grumbles irritatedly, rolling his eyes. "Okay, but stay out of trouble, you hear? No Romanoff will bail you out if you cause trouble tonight."

Wanda raised an interested eyebrow. "Tonight? What's so special about tonight?"

Victor laughs short. "It's Halloween, moron. Folks collect a lot of money on holidays. All the RedRoom leaders came, there are even people from the statehouse at the party. As I said, don't fuck it up, Maximoff. And that goes for your pretty friend-

"Okay, Victor, I get it." She cuts in, pulling you by the hand as he gives you a more predatory look, and pulls you into the lobby before the security guard can say anything else.

The party is actually much more crowded than you'd expect inside, and it's all kind of claustrophobic because of the railroad's limited space. 

You let go of Wanda's hand to hug your own body.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks worriedly as she notices your tension, but you force a smile.

"Let's just make it quick, okay? To get home soon." You say, and Wanda smiles, reaching up to kiss your cheek before looking around for a moment.

"Well, maybe it's faster if we split up? That way you see one part of the place and I see the other..."

"O-okay." You mumble, but she looks at you worriedly, one hand on your wrist, caressing your skin.

"Are you sure you're going to be fine?" she asks, and you smile to reassure her.

"Yeah, baby, don't worry." You assure her, even though you're sweating a little. "We'll ask you a few questions, and if we don't find out anything, we'll leave, right?"

She smiles, giving you a quick kiss before nodding. "I'll see you later, detka."

You kiss her again, ignoring the bad feeling in your gut that was begging you to leave the party. "See you later."

Wanda let go of your wrist, and turned her back on you, disparaging into the first crowd of people ahead. You took a deep breath before heading in the opposite direction.

–//–

Electronic music echoed strongly in Wanda's ears, and after so many minutes - perhaps a whole hour - without success in her investigation, the sound was already irritating her to the limit. She sighed wearily as she stopped at one of the makeshift bars, and bent down a little to reach for a can of energy drink.

She didn't notice a pair of eyes staring predatorily at the exposed skin through her dress.

And Wanda was too busy searching for a clean glass to notice the tall figure approaching.

"You're new here." 

She turned her head away from the drinks to the man in half surprise. Wanda forced a smile. "Maybe. Or maybe you've just never noticed me." She retorts, not wishing to indulge her lack of invitation to the stranger. 

He smiles however, pushing his hair back. "Nah, you're definitely new. I would have noticed a pretty girl like you."

Wanda forces a shy laugh, biting her tongue to keep from saying she was taken, and most definitely not interested. He licks his lips, letting his gaze run down her costume before asking, "Looking for a cup?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I'll catch some disease if I put my mouth on one of those cans." She clarifies about the fact that most of the stuff was stored in the worst possible way, and with so much iron to the place, a diagnosis of tetanus was the minimum. The man laughs, and reaches out to give Wanda's arm a gentle touch.

"Come, I'll show you where it is." He leads, and she swallows dryly, pushing back the bad feeling of having his hands touching her before forcing a smile and following him deeper into the party.

You, on the other hand, have a glass of soda - which was very hard to find - half empty in your hands.

You probably are a better investigator, or perhaps luckier and less impatient than Wanda. Or maybe you were just fortunate enough to notice the two boys trading pills shortly after you and her split up, and after following them around the party for a while, you finally approached them.

They were high enough to believe you wanted to use too, and when you convinced them that you needed something stronger, they said you should go to the widow's wagon, and you had no idea what that meant, so you played along.

You looked for someone at the party who looked more veteran - you ended up choosing a blonde girl who walked past you several times giving orders - and approached her.

"Sorry, I'm after the widows, and I just can't find them on my own." You said, feigning your best impression of someone high. "Can you guide me?"

The girl found your state amusing and squeezed your cheek lightly. "Sure, pretty baby. Come with me, I'll take you there."

She says, grabbing your hand and leading the way through the crowd, to the north of the party, further away from the public as a private area.

"Thank you...?"

"Emma." She introduces herself, turning her head towards you for a moment. "Emma Frost."

You smile, nodding before saying your name, getting the impression that she doesn't even save much, both from the sound and the rush. She stops, and points to the last wagon a short distance away, where you see some young people sitting on puffs, sharing two or three shisha, as well as having their own freezer of drinks. 

"Take it slow, kitten. You look like you've had enough." Emma teases before leaving you, heading back to the party.

You swallow dryly before making your way to the last wagon. You are a little surprised to recognize the red hair of the girl sitting on her back, but before you can greet her, someone else is recognizing you.

"I didn't expect you to be a party crasher, Rogers."  Teased Clint loudly, sitting on one of the middle puffs, holding the narghile hose in one hand. 

The whole small group looked at you, and Natasha cracked a smile. "Y/N! You came!" She commented, and must have been really very drunk to hug you by the neck as if you were old friends. 

Clint gave a dry laugh. "Did you really invite this girl, Nat? You used to have better company..."

The redhead rolled her eyes, gesturing to the boy. "Come on, Clint, don't be mean. Y/N is friends with Yelena-"

"And Yelena's not here." Reminded the boy, blowing the smoke from the last puff into the air. "It seems to me that Y/N doesn't have an invitation."

Natasha huffs impatiently, ready to defend you, but you step forward. "Hey, Clint, I actually want to apologize." You say, surprising everyone. The boy raises his eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm sorry for kicking your ass. I should have given you at least a two-minute head start."

About three people who were smoking next door chuckled, one of them Maria Hill, which made Clint stand up angrily. "Listen here, you little shit-"

But Nat put herself between you. "Clint, come on, it was just a joke." She tried to appease, a hand on his chest. "Take it easy. No trouble with the supplier is around, remember?"

The boy grunted, but pulled away, throwing himself back on the couch hard. 

You swallowed dryly, shifting your posture. "Sorry guys, I'm kind of super high right now." You lie, and that surprises Natasha, who giggles a little.

"Really, Y/N? I didn't think you were the type..." She comments, pulling your arm so that you sit on the free puff next to the one she was on before. 

Swallowing dryly quietly, you nod. "Well, everyone needs to relax once in a while." You comment, receiving a chorus of agreement. "And the institute is driving me crazy. And honestly, dating too." The lie almost hurts, but it attracts even more attention and understanding from others. "I'm just looking for something to push my problems away."

Clint chuckles, half-impressed. "It's your lucky day, Rogers. I've got all sorts of things for you to relax in here."

You swallow dry again, and to your luck, Natasha sits down next to you - almost too close to bother - and puts an arm around you.

"Let's just wait a little while, Clint." She says as an order. "Y/N already had a smoke, she needs a few minutes."

He rolls his eyes, but puts back away whatever it is he was going to take out of his pocket. Someone changes the music to something even louder and more frenzied, and the guys in the group perk up, the kids from before come out to dance, and Maria leans in to whisper something in Nat's ear that makes her laugh softly. "Later, Hill. Yelena would kill me if I left her friend high and alone at a party."

Maria sighs, but kisses Nat's cheek and leaves to join the others in dancing. You adjust in your seat, half uncomfortable with her arm around you, and the way her collarbone sits so close to your face like this. 

"Are you and Maria dating?" You ask casually, and Clint gives a loud laugh, throwing his head back to blow out the smoke from his smoke.

Natasha throws a cushion at him before looking back at you.

"It's nothing official, sweetie." She counters. "We're just having fun."

You take advantage of the fact that everyone thinks you're stoned to be honest. "So you cheated on Wanda for fun?"

"Outch. She got you on that one." Clint teases adjusting himself in the armchair, and Nat chuckles dryly, staring at you for a moment.

You swallow hard, ready to say you were saying stupid things when Nat adjusts herself, crossing her legs.

"Well, you don't know the whole story, kitten." Retorts the redhead, throwing her hair back behind her shoulders. "I may have even cheated on Wanda, which was fucked up I admit, but she cheated first."

You frown. "Really?" You ask without believing it one bit.

Natasha breathes out a fake laugh. "Is calling someone else's name in sex considered cheating?" She comments, and you open your mouth to say you weren't sure, but she moves closer to your ear. "I think so, and I think it's pretty fucked up. It happened only once, and she was pretty drunk, but it was exactly the push I needed. I was doing a great job, fucking her hard in that armchair in the ridiculous garage, but when she came, it was your name she screamed." Natasha confesses and you choke in surprise. She pulls away with an innocent giggle. "But, you know, water over the bridge. I had my revenge with the whole Maria thing, and she ended up dating you in the end. We don't need to keep going back to this."

You were speechless, but Clint commented. "You girls are fucked up."

Nat rolls her eyes, staring at Clint in disbelief. "Don't be sexist, old friend. It doesn't make you attractive to girls." She retorts, tilting her head slightly. "But it might work on guys..."

"Fuck you, Romanoff." He retorts angrily, but Nat just laughs again.

"Don't be like that, Clint." She continues. "Guys are hot, you're really gonna say you've never considered-"

"I ain't fucking gay!" He interrupts, but she rolls her eyes.

"Well, bi people or pans still exist." She continues. "And I know I wasn't the only one noticing the bartender at Odin's Bar last week-"

"Holy shit, Natasha, shut up!" Clint interrupts angrily, raising a finger at her. "Don't talk that shit to me! You know damn well that I only put up with you and Maria with that dyke shit because I've known you two since you were kids, but don't come insinuating that I'm like you!"

Natasha stood up in irritation. "You must be high as fuck to come and offend me, Clint." She grunted angrily. "Put your shit together, asshole. You won't say homophobic bullshit to me, I'm warning you, or I'll turn you in to the fucking police you motherfucker!"

Clint seemed to be in shock at the explosive reaction but only for a few seconds. He then laughed dryly.

"Police? What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch?"

Natasha didn't hesitate. "I could turn you in for the drugs, at the very least-"

Clint laughed again, getting up as well. "You're the one who must be on drugs to talk such shit, aren't you, Natasha? You know damn well that if I ever go down, I'll turn everyone in. Your daddy, that rich professor, even you. Everyone here is of age and can be arrested-"

Natasha shoves him hard, but Clint only grunts in irritation, and holds her hand when she threatens to slap him. "Do whatever the fuck you want! I'll tell everyone you killed that boy-"

"Natasha!" Clint cuts her off almost desperately, holding her wrist tightly. "Enough! You're drunk. Cut this shit out, go get some water." He orders, and Natasha pulls her hand away, her eyes full of tears. 

She curses low, moving away to get a glass of the water, and Clint looks up at you.

"Get the fuck out of here, Rogers." He commands, but you are static in your seat, the whole conversation replaying in your head. When Clint goes around the narguile and grabs your arm to pull you upright, he yells back, "Get the fuck out!"

He throws you to the exit, but you react. Without difficulty, you break free of the grip with one of the self-defense moves your father taught you so many times, and in the blink of an eye Clint is with his back pressed against the wagon, choking on your arm at his throat.

"What boy, Barton?" You demand seriously, ignoring his struggle to free himself. "Answer me!"

" Fuck! Let me go, you crazy bitch!" He tries, but you punch him hard in the stomach, and after choking, he begins to cry. "I-I didn't... fuck, let me go! It was Pietro, goddamn it, she's talking about Pietro!" 

You release him in shock, and he falls to his knees, struggling to breathe. The sounds are muffled in your ear. Natasha calls out to you, but you can't make out what she's saying.

Clint crawls away from you. "Look, it was the fucking accident okay? He took the wrong cup, we were testing some new shit at the party. It wasn't meant for him, it wasn't my fault."

You nod, grabbing a piece of iron from one of the surrounding shells, which makes Clint widen his eyes. "How did it happen?"

Clint shudders, raising a hand in front of him. "L-let go of that bar, Rogers. Please, I didn't mean to-"

"Speak up, Barton." 

He cried. "I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't! He took the wrong cup! I didn't know he was drugged! He came at me with that fag talk and I pushed him in the water but I swear I didn't know he was on drugs-"

Something in you clicked. Your hand gripped the bar hard before the first blow. Clint screamed, and you hit him again. He fell unconscious, and you raised the bar again. This time, someone knocked you to the ground first.

"What the fuck is your problem, are you trying to kill someone?" You knew that voice. Thor's blue eyes focused in front of you as he pressed you down. He kicked the bar away, and held you while other people ran to Clint.

There was a lot of blood, but he woke up, and started crying again when one of the girls held him. 

"Clint, come, we're going to take you to the hospital." She asked, but the boy continued to cry, mumbling that he was sorry. "I know you are, honey, but come on, we have to go..."

He sobbed confusedly. "What happened to the music?"

You all looked at him with confusion, Thor was helping you stand. Clint began to despair. "Laura, I don't- I can't hear the music! I can't hear anything-"

Laura pulled him to his feet, casting a horrified look at her friend before Natasha and Maria - who had returned with the other boys - moved to pull him into the car area.

You felt immediate nausea, and ran to the first corner you could, throwing up your insides -  

The image of Clint Barton's bloody ears in your mind.

"Y/N, you can't tell anyone-"

"What the fuck happened here, Natasha?" Thor cuts off her request indignantly. "Why would Y/N do that to Clint?"

You were still vomiting, wracked with the worst panic attack of your life, and Natasha nervously twiddled her fingers.

"Shit, shit, shit, just, won't you tell anyone?" Said the girl approaching. "It's a long story, but do you remember when Pietro Maximoff drowned in the dam? Well, Clint pushed him. But he didn't know that Pietro was on drugs. He was just being a jerk because Pietro wanted a spot on the team and well, everybody knows that he was openly bisexual and may have flirted with Clint, who took it all the wrong way and pushed him into the water. But Pietro was on some of the new pills we brought to the party-"

"Holy shit, Natasha, that's so fucked up." Thor commented indignantly, and the redhead nods tearfully.

"I know, okay?" She shouted back. "But I couldn't turn in my family. Clint, or Alexei, I just couldn't-"

"Okay, Nat." Thor cut in seeing the other's desperation, "Just help me with Y/N."

They sat you down on the grass, but you didn't stop crying. 

"W-wanda." You gasped between one sob and another. "Please call Wanda."

"You go or me...?" Thor started but Nat was already getting up.

"I find her, you stay. She puts up a good fight when she loses her head. Keep her away from trouble. And iron." Natasha guides, ignoring Thor's mild protest about the joke to return to the party to search for her ex-girlfriend.

–//–

The music was muffled, distant. Wanda blinked in confusion, but nothing seemed to focus in her view.

She put a hand to her forehead, noticing the sweat, and sighed breathlessly. Someone gave a chuckle a few feet away from her.

"Don't put up such a fight, sweetheart." Said the male voice. "It's easier if you just relax..."

Wanda shuddered, gasping a little. "What... what's happening? My head..."

"Shh, Wanda, calm down." He whispered, taking a step forward. "I promise it'll be quick, and thanks to our little pill, you'll really enjoy it."

She heard a zipping, but her legs were weak. Footsteps came closer, but someone dragged the door open and increased the brightness inside the wagon.

"They're in here, Captain Fury!" Someone shouted and Wanda put her hands to her head, all the sounds too loud at once.

The man fell hard in front of her, one knee preening him to the ground as he was handcuffed. "Now we've got you, you bastard." Said the policewoman, but the man laughed wryly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Save it for the court, von Doom." Retorted the Policewoman lifting him up without difficulty. "Although there won't be much of a defense for you. We caught you in the act of trying to abuse this poor girl."

He struggled against the handcuffs. "I had nothing to do with it! She's the one who dragged me here!"

"Shut up and walk, you bastard." 

A taller figure approached Wanda, and knelt in front of her.

"Miss Maximoff, can you hear me?" It was a man, Wanda choked softly, trying to answer, but unable to do so. He sighed, "I'm going to hold your hands, okay, to help you walk."

Wanda struggled at the first moment, confused and frightened. But soon she obeyed the cue, not seeming to have much control of what she was doing.

"We need ambulatory support here, sergeant." The man warned those outside.

"Yes, Captain Fury, on our way." Answered one of the uniformed men.

The party was over, there was no one else around. The music had been turned off earlier, it was the last thing the cops were struggling to get out.

Wanda was put in the back of an ambulance, and by this time, you had overcome the panic to be at the door.

"Only family can go up..." Warned the rescuer half-heartedly. Thor gave you a nudge of encouragement.

"She's family." He assured the nurse seriously, who made room for you to climb up. 

When you saw your girlfriend's groggy state, you broke into tears. Your hand held hers the whole way to the hospital.

Natasha Romanoff stayed behind, and adjusted the coat she received, her Halloween makeup smeared across her face.

Fury put out his cigarette with his boot. "I don't know what made you change your mind and call me, Romanoff, but you may have saved that girl's life today. I'm proud." 

Nat sobbed, and to the Captain's surprise, hugged him. He sighed, stroking her back. "I want to give my statement, Nick. I'm sorry for everything."

"It's okay, sweet girl. None of this is your fault-"

She sniffled. "I should have turned him in, I should have-"

"Natasha, calm down." Nick says, giving her a gentle tug so she can look at him. "Take a deep breath. Go sober up, and get some rest. Tomorrow go to the police station, I'll be waiting for your statement. Don't sleep at home if he's there, I don't want you to be in danger. Can you do that?"

She sniffles, wiping her face with her hand. "Y-yeah. I can sleep somewhere else."

Nick smiles gently. "Stay safe child. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He says, giving her a gentle squeeze before waving to the other cops who were leaving the scene.

Thor cleared his throat as he approached. "Can I give you a ride somewhere, Nat?"

She nods tearfully, and Thor leads the way to the car. When he is already driving, he asks, "Why did you decide to call the police? I mean, it was the right thing, of course, but you didn't seem to want to put your friends in any trouble before, and the party was full of drugs..."

Natasha sniffled slightly. "Remember that thing with Pietro I mentioned? Thor nods, and she swallows dryly. "He took the wrong cup. I never understood how, but then I remembered. He wanted to get along with the jocks, with me. He came to talk, said he had the best of intentions, and I thought he was adorably charming but I wanted to challenge him. He wanted to prove that he was a trustworthy person and drank my glass and his. I thought it was cute, and told him that if he could impress my best friend, maybe I would give him a chance. But Clint-"

"I get it." Thor cut in understanding. "So someone drugged your cup."

Natasha hugged her knees. "Professor Doom was going to almost every party, he's well-liked at the university. I heard he finds talent like that. He offered me a drink before Pietro spoke to me, I never imagined that-"

She sobbed, and Thor put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it wasn't your fault."

But Nat shakes her head, crying a little. "I knew about the drugs at the party, Thor! 

My stepfather sells most of them, always has. Clint used to buy from him, and resell it at parties. Before the police questioned us about Pietro, von Doom came to see me. Advising me not to turn my family in, how Yelena would be hurt, and I was stupid enough to believe him."

Thor swallowed dryly, stopping at the red light and putting his hand on Nat's knee. "Hey, Romanoff, you were 16, give yourself a break. It was two adults manipulating you, after a horrible accident. You need to forgive yourself, especially since you've decided to do the right thing now."

She sniffled, trying to stop crying. "I just... I asked around for Wanda, and I was told that von Doom had taken her out of the party, and I found them and when I saw her condition, I immediately understood everything and I just-" But she sobbed, and Thor hugged her. "I'm really sorry."

The blonde kept holding her until she stopped crying, not caring about the honking of horns when the signal opened. 

Natasha calmed down after a long moment, and he kissed her forehead. "Can I do anything for you, Nat?"

She sighs but then nods. "I need a place to stay tonight." She says. "Alexei is home, and I don't want-"

"Of course, Nat." Thor cuts in gently. "Stay as long as you want."

She smiles tearfully. "I'll do the right thing this time, Thor."

He holds her hand. "I got you, sweetheart."

Across town, you were squeezed into a hospital bed. It was probably against the rules, but Wanda insisted.

"We're going to end up in trouble." You whispered to her, receiving only a tired chuckle from the girl beside you.

As soon as you had settled down, she lay on your chest and inhaled deeply. Her heartbeat, monitored by the machine at the side of the bed, slowed as she relaxed. 

You smiled, one hand on her back.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" She asked low against your skin. You swallowed dryly, your caresses not stopping.

"Tomorrow." You murmured. "You have to rest."

Wanda sighs in exhaustion, one hand under your blouse, seeking warmth.

"At least tell me if it's over?"

You kiss the top of her head, holding it more firmly. "Yes, honey, it's over."

She sighs lightly, almost numb. "Did you call my parents?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, Charles and Erik are outside. They need to talk to the police."

Wanda opens her eyes, turning her head toward you. "Police?"

"Not today, Wanda." You repeat, pulling her back to a resting position. "I'll tell you everything, but not today. You need to sleep."

She complains a little, but her breathing starts to get heavier. In her last struggles against sleep, she mutters, "You should call Steve too. It sounds like it was serious."

You stroke her hair. "I will." You promise her, and even though she's fast asleep the next moment, you whisper "I love you, Wands." to the empty room.

When it is safe to move without waking her, you leave the bed. Erik hugs you once you are outside, like when you were a child and a second daughter to him. It's a little strange at first, but that night was so horrible that you allow it.

Charles doesn't, because he sees the way you look at him.

"There is someone who needs to talk to you, Y/N." Erik tells you. "Jennifer Walters, our family lawyer. You should, because with the whole drug situation, and the assault on the Barton boy-"

"I'll Erik." You cut him off, feeling a little nauseated. "I just need to call my dad first."

He smiles, squeezing your shoulder before making his way to Wanda's room.

With trembling hands, you dial the number. Steve doesn't answer until the third attempt, because it's very late in England now.

"Hi, sweetheart, is everything okay?" He asks meekly, and it's enough for you to start crying in the middle of the hall.

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[romanoffsbish]

Imposters

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Morgan Stark x Fem!Reader (Troublemakers)

Thanks for the fluffy request, hope this is close to what you wanted. @ameeelia07

2,442 Words

The anticipation of your girlfriend's return from their week long mission had been driving you insane as you sat alone in your apartment. It was a no contact mission, so most days you sulked around your place after coming home from work. The mess you'd accumulated was actually daunting, take out containers and blankets in nearly every inhabitable corner, and wrappers of all sorts decorated the place.

How you'd been able to trash the shared space in a week had made no sense to you; your breaking point had actually been when Liho found you. He'd been minding his business when suddenly his paw was attacked by a sticky wrapper. You had been sat on the couch when you heard a consistent crunching sound, then you'd curiously looked down to see Liho glaring up at you. Now though, everything was shining, as you'd used all of your extra energy to make the place spotless for their arrival.

———

Sadly they're running late as they were originally due back yesterday. The quinjet had apparently been having difficulties, so they got stranded in Greenland for the night, and most of today. Natasha had texted you at around 6PM to give you the bad news.

*Detka, we will not be in until midnight, so we're going to stay at the compound, but we promise to make it up to you in the morning*

The message hurt your soul, and your shoulders deflated. You refused to spend another night alone though. So, you got dressed in a comfy sweatsuit, and took yourself to the compound on your bike just as the sun was just beginning to set.

"Hey! Iron Man! Let me in!"

"Sorry, no fans allowed!"

"Stank! I'm not messing around."

"Hey, I said stop calling me that..." He grumbled, then you heard the ding, and saw the gate opening.

"Thank you Tony Baloney..." You giggled over the intercom, then rolled right on through, and left your bike at the bottom of the steps

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today kid?" Tony asks, as he pulls you through the doors and immediately into a hug.

You melt into his strong embrace, having honestly missed the man, and been very touch deprived for the entirety of the week.

"Seriously? Old Spice? Aren't you meant to be a millionaire? You really are a grandpa..." You playfully gag.

"Okay, no more compound for you." He quips, playfully peeling you off and pretending to push you back out the door.

"Well, if your faulty tech hadn't have left my girlfriends stranded, I wouldn't have had to come here in the first place."

"Oh, and here I thought you were here to see me."

"Silly man.. Now, who else is here for me to bother?"

"Bruce, Steve, Bucky..."

"Boring, Boring, Boring..."

"Pepper's here.."

"Wait! Does that mean Morgan is here?!"

"I was getting there.."

"Oh my gosh! Where ?!"

"The garden..."

You took off in search of your favorite Stark, and found her drawing one of the rose bushes, while her mother was sat off to the side working on paperwork. Pepper looked up to see you and you made a 'shh' movement so that you could sneak up on the tiny Stark.

"Mommy, look at —."

"Stop right there you heathen!" You shouted in a deep voice, and Morgan turned to you with wide eyes, before giggling at the sight of you in a fighting stance with a puffed out chest.

"You'll never catch me!" She shouts back before weaving in between the rose bushes to try and evade your grasp.

Eventually you snatched her up from under her armpits, and began spinning her around in circles, only stopping when Pepper speaks.

"Girls... No roughhousing in the garden"

"Sorry Mommy..." You both say, and Pepper narrows her eyes in your direction.

"What? Whenever she says it she practically gets away with murder, thought I could try.." You state with a shrug of your shoulders and the woman just walks over your way.

"Well Morgan, since your bestie is here, your dad and I will be going out to a fancy dinner does that sound good?"

"Heck yeah!" You both shout, and you pull the brunette even closer.

"Y/N/N.. You're squishing me." She grunts out, and you lighten your hold and place an apology kiss to her temple.

"Here's some takeout money, we'll be back by ten..." Pepper states, handing you three twenties, then she pulls you both in for a hug.

"Nice to see you Y/N/N, be good."

"I'm always good." You huff, then carry Morgan into the house while she's upside down.

"Y/N! We should get pizza, then we can watch Frozen, and ooh, we can play dress up." The tiny brunette begins to ramble, and you hum in acknowledgment while pulling up a local pizza spot.

Once the pies arrive, you'd set your girls room at the compound up for a movie sesh, and settled in with Morgan for a sing along.

"Olaf's an idiot." You grumble, and Morgan gasps from besides you, as you both watch the snowman sing about the summer time.

"That's not very nice..."

"Well the truth isn't always nice."

—

"Let it go!!!! Let it go!!!!" Morgan sings along, while simultaneously holding steady eye contact with you as you reach for the final cookie.

You lift the cookie from the box, watching as her eyes follow you and her expression hardens.

"When I'll rise like the break of dawn..."

"Is that a threat?" You ask with a quirked brow and smirk to rival your assassin girlfriends.

"Let it go, let it go.." She practically growls while standing atop the bed.

"Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway..." She loudly sings along, then jumps across the bed to yank the cookie from your grasp, you bend it just right to split the cookie in half.

She overestimated her jump though, so you'd had to catch her by her foot. You quickly ate your half before pulling her body back up onto the bed as you laughed.

—

Anna: She froze my heart and only an act of true love can save me.

Hans: A true love's kiss. [he strokes her face gently then leans in to kiss her but then stops] Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you."

"That's what you get for agreeing to marry a man after one day." You laugh out, and Morgan gasps again from besides you.

"What about love at first sight?"

"Sweetheart, that's truly just a fairytale... Never ever believe love can just happen in an instance, it will never be a healthy one if it does. Love has to be built upon over time, it's not meant to be rushed, and with the right people it'll never feel like it was."

"If that was you, do you think Auntie Nat or Auntie Wanda could save you?"

A smile takes place upon your face at the thought of associating true love with your relationship, and you turn to face her directly to respond.

"Oh, most definitely... They're my soulmates.."

"Do you think I'll ever find my soulmate?"

"Of course you will sweets, you're a total catch. Anyone would be lucky to get to love you."

"Really?" She asks with an unsure expression, and you desperately want to know who'd made her this insecure, but you just reassure her the best you can.

"Yes really, I mean, I love you so much sweetheart. Everyone else here loves you."

"I love you too!" She squeals and jumps into your lap, and you tightly wrap your arms around her.

—

"That was a good ending, don't you think Auntie Y/N/N?"

"Yeah, I do..."

"Now, who do we wanna dress up as?"

"Scarlet Witch and you can be the Black Widow!"

You giggle at your girlfriends newfound title, and get up to find her crown that she herself hardly ever wears. Once you found her older suit, and the accessories, you lay it on the bed.

"Friday! Please make a copy of this costume in Morgan's size."

"Right away Miss Y/L/N, It'll be ready in ten minutes." She responds, as she begins to scan the items, and you begin to look for your other girlfriends suit.

"Thank you Friday."

"I'm going to attempt to squeeze into this, you think you can clean up some while I do?"

She nods, then starts to collect all the trash while you travel into your girlfriends bathroom. After a painfully long fifteen minutes, with two mini breakdowns mixed in, you're finally able to squeeze your not as toned body into the unforgiving suit.

"Jesus Nat... This shit is so uncomfortable.." You grumble while looking yourself over in the mirror one final time, before a bright smile forms upon your face as you set off to find your favorite troublemaker.

Morgan was waiting for you in the living room, already in her suit, and was apparently talking Sam's ear off.

"Y/L/N! Looking good!" He teases, making his way over for a brief hug, and uses your entrance as an excuse to leave Morgan's riveting conversation for later.

"Careful there Wilson, wouldn't want my girlfriends to know you looked my way."

Those two are rather jealous creatures...

He clears his throat before narrowing his eyes your way.

"Please, I'm too young to die.." He pleads before taking his leave and you chuckle.

Once he's fully gone, you find you're being pelted in the abdomen by plastic balls.

"Morgan, where did you get these?" You groan, and look all over for the source of her abundance of red balls.

"Ah-ah! It's Scarlet Witch to you, and a wizard never tells her secrets."

"Wizard?" You quip, then throw back her "magic ball" before running to hide behind the couch.

"Hey! That's my magic, get your own..."

After thirty tireless minutes of fighting your girlfriend's mini me, while being dressed as your other, you slump against the couch out of exhaustion. Your arm is draped over your face while you catch your breath, and then you're groaning as Morgan plops on top of you.

"I'm tired..." Morgan murmurs against you, and a confirming yawn follows.

"Me too Momo... Wanna call it a night?"

Her lack of response tells you she's already gone, so you hold the tiny Avenger close, then make your way upstairs. Too lazy to change, you just remain in the tight suit, and leave Morgan the exact same as you lay down in the center of the bed.

—

Pepper and Tony return a half hour later, sighing at the mess in the living room, but remain grateful at the sight of nothing being broken.

"Friday, where are the girls?"

"Asleep in the spare room that Romanoff and Maximoff use sometimes."

"Thank you."

At the sight of you two cuddling, Pepper opts to leave her there since the two of you looked rather adorable. Tony slipped into the dark room, and snapped a few photos.

"We really should hire her to be Morgan's nanny, she literally hates her 9-5, the scary redheads would love her being closer, and most importantly, Morgan absolutely adores her." Tony mutters as he quietly shuts the door, and his wife simply hums at the thought.

"It's definitely a shockingly good thought." Pepper teasingly agrees with the man before making her way to bed.

—

Natasha and Wanda's jet lands, and the only thing on their mind at this time is sleep. Well, sleep and being reunited with you, but sadly they think they have to wait until tomorrow for that. However, as they lazily trail up the stairs the spy notices your bike that they bought you for Christmas laying against a hedge.

"Y/N..." Natasha starts to say with a goofy smile on her face.

"... she's here." Wanda confirms with a smirk, having felt you were near as soon as the door to the building was opened.

They made their way to the kitchen to grab a quick bite, and then they quietly made their way to the place they'd expected you to be waiting. Natasha entered first, and audibly awed at the sight.

"Looks like we got ourselves a couple of imposters..." She quietly chuckles, and Wanda peers over her shoulder to see for herself.

"Oh my gosh, now that's just adorable." Wanda coos, and takes an exceptionally large amount of photos.

"Well, this does explain the many red balls littering the lower levels of the compound." Natasha says as she follows her girlfriend into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Those outfits can't be comfortable to sleep in." She sighs, and Natasha instantly confirms that yours isn't.

Wanda simply waves her hand, and suddenly both of your outfits are replaced by plushy pajamas, and the costumes are now folded on the desk.

"You're so sweet detka." Natasha mumbles as she places a kiss to her forehead, and pulls her in for a hug.

"I want them comfortable, and I also can't imagine cuddling up to that suit of yours."

Natasha rolls her eyes at the ulterior motive.

"She did look hot in your suit though..."

"She sure did..."

"I can't wait to come home to this same view one day, but with our own babies..." Wanda dreamily states as she leans forward to place a tender kiss to Natasha's lips.

"Yeah, we need to trap her quick." Natasha jokes, and smirks once Wanda slaps her chest.

"Seriously though, I also can't wait for us to start our family. We'll have tiny little Y/N's running around. Then we can convince her to finally quit that horrid office job, and not have to worry about her nearly as much." Natasha continues, and Wanda nods against her chest before pulling away and making her way to bed.

Wanda climbs into the bed beside you, and gently pulls yours and Morgan's bodies into hers with her strong arms, and places a kiss to your temple.

"Wands?" You sleepily mumble, and she runs her fingers down the side of your face.

"Shh my darling girl, go back to sleep."

"Nat?" You question, nearing frantic

"I'm right here dorogoy..." She whispers as she climbs in on your other side, instantly calming you down as she wraps her arm over your chest.

"I missed you guys..." You sleepily mumble with a tired pout, and the women take turns kissing it.

"We missed you too detka..."

"So much..." Natasha concludes, as she buries her face into your neck, and sighs as your scent works to calm her body.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Is it true that when armand has lestat tortured and imprisoned, during the events in Paris, that he keeps him in in Magnus’ tower? Because if so that is so psychologically fucked up

Noooootttttt quite. He keeps him in Lestat's own theater.

Armand lives in the tower.

Armand who lived still on the land I'd given him, in the very tower where I'd been made by Magnus, Armand who still commanded the thriving coven of the Theater of the Vampires in the boulevard du Temple, which still belonged to me.

Lestat goes to him, and Armand takes him to the theater and throws him there into the cellars beneath his (own!) theater, starves and tortures him with dead blood until the trial.

What was this place, this enormous building? Was this the boulevard du Temple? And then the descent into that hideous cellar full of ugly copies of the bloodiest paintings of Goya and Brueghel and Bosch.

And finally starvation as I lay on the floor of a brick-lined cell, unable even to shout curses at him, the darkness full of the vibrations of the passing omnibuses and tramcars, penetrated again and again by the distant screech of iron wheels. Sometime in the dark, I discovered a mortal victim there. But the victim was dead. Cold blood, nauseating blood. The worst kind of feeding, lying on that clammy corpse, sucking up what was left. And then Armand was there, standing motionless in the shadows, immaculate in his white linen and black wool.

After the trial Armand takes Lestat back to the tower, all the way up, and gives him Claudia's yellow dress (in which she burned).

And then we went up and up through the old tower to the roof.

Why did I hold this thing, this little dress? I looked out from Magnus's battlements and I saw the city had come to get me. It had reached out its long arms to embrace the tower, and the air stank of factory smoke.

And then Armand... throws Lestat off of Magnus' tower (in a scene that is eerily familiar to episode 5):

He was drawing closer, and in a dark flash his hand went out, and my head went back, and I saw the sky and the city of Paris upside down. I was falling through the air. And I went down and down past the windows of the tower, until the stone walkway rose up to catch me, and every bone in my body broke within its thin case of preternatural skin.

Armand ... tortures and keeps Lestat imprisoned in his own theater.

And then, after torturing him, making him testify against Claudia, then he throws him off of Magnus' tower.

So yeah. Not better imho. And very fucked up.

____

PS: A note to the torture and how Armand knew it would make it possible to have Lestat testify against Claudia:

This has been noted to happen to vampires by Eleni, and employed as a punishment by Armand before, against Nicki (though noted in later books) - this is what Eleni writes to Lestat:

But N., maddened by the pain and the starvation, for this can alter the temperament completely

Armand knew that starvation and drinking dead blood would make Lestat unable to comprehend what was happening, and almost mad.

And he went and starved him on purpose.

That's Armand for you.

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