#why would someone airdrop me the things they do

[solitude4chiron]

White Ferrari

Miles 42 x black fem reader

Warnings/about: Angst/fluff, Drunk characters, slightly drunk driving, you get attacked by one of Miles’s rivals he feels guilty, frank ocean & skateboarding, caring miles

Slight trigger warning: You get followed and attacked by a rival of your boyfriends, you own a gun and pull it out

& yes this is pt.2 to fashion killa 🫶🏾 thank y’all for the support on my first piece of writing 🥹🥹

Miles took your advice from your last heartfelt conversation, leading his uncle Aaron to take more of the prowler role while he rebuilt your relationship, but after a few weeks off he sadly had to stay out again

During the weeks he had off you felt closer to your villain boyfriend than you ever had before. Him opening up his eyes to your world and you feeling every emotion he expressed he was raised in as a child.

You both went to concerts seeing ASAP Rocky (both of y’all’s fav) JID,  Brent faiyaz (Miles’s favorite he sends you lyrics all the time) and kendrick Lamar. You standing in the pit made miles tense up so he would always end up being right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while dancing to whatever artist was playing, the tight space pressing your butt onto him which made him go feral, but not purposely of course 🙄 so he always ended up whispering in your ear 

“Espera a que lleguemos a casa, you want to tease huh?” (Wait till we get home)

After his disappearance, and reappearance you communicated your feelings to him a lot, as he understood that his weight was slightly your weight too, and it stressed you out. Even though his identity was safe and your relationship with him wasn’t too public, you felt someone had a hit out on your head.

“8:35 pm not too late…” and while miles was gone you dragged on your baggy evisu jeans while also pulling on a tight cropped shirt, finishing it off with a hoodie zipping it just far up enough so you could still let others see your bellybutton was pierced. Then you left, skating down the street with bktherula blasting in your left ear (miles always told you to keep one ear open when he wasn’t with you)

After a minute you stopped at a gas station for a drink and while walking to the back for your soda, you spotted a man dressed in all black. Shiesty mask pulled down, his dark eyes glared at you screaming disrespectful things

“Why the fuck do I live in nyc..” you muttered

At that moment you snatched the money out your pocket and slammed it on the counter whilst walking out, hoping the fast payment would put some space between you two. You also text miles. A lot..

“Hey miles baby, you free?” 8:49

“Some dude keeps following me miles” 8:49

“Miles please look at my location, I’ll try to stay in the area please come get me” 8:50

“Baby please answer me” 8:50

“Babe” 8:50

“Babe” 8:53

“Miles” 8:53

Miles POV:

“Aye pass that shi bru we celebrating tonight” I said through intoxicated lips while taking another swig of the hennessy bottle, and for a minute my worries went away, and that minute was actually 30 minutes

“Aye y’all imma head home ! My wife waiting on me” I said with a smug look on my face snatching the keys to my motorcycle off the counter, but my unc ain’t goin for that shi

“Gimme the keys miles, airdrop me your address” 

“Alright then dad..” I said sarcastically, but slightly pondered on that sentence because my dad, yeah 

While opening my phone to airdrop the address my heart sank to my crotch

Future wife: 7 new messages

Future wife: 16 missed calls 

Future wife: 1 voicemail 

And immediately I became sober. Hopping on my motorcycle and riding through the oddly warm night climate, leaving my worried uncle behind while tracking y/n’s location 

“Sabes que lo siento, I keep fucking letting you down.” (You know I’m sorry baby)

Y/n’s pov:

Although you tried not to acknowledge the man but something about him was familiar? You’re sure you’ve never seen him before but maybe you’ve heard of him

“Come here ma, won’t be long trust”

“Come on you know you want to turn around and look at me” 

And in that moment you knew who he was, Sidat. (Sigh - dot) Miles’s little “enemy”. Miles told you about him, but the way he was described to you. Made you feel like he wasn’t a threat. Now you realize he wasn’t a threat to miles, but definitely is a threat to you

“Move nigga, I got a man” you snapped

“I know that already love, fuc him” 

And something in you jerked to pull out the gun you tucked in your pants earlier. The gun that had MM (Miles morales) engraved in it, the gun you never realized could swiftly take someone off the earth, the gun that had purple wrapped around it. Personalized for your boyfriends touch 

“I said move nigga, damn.” You said, turning around swiftly while pulling the gun out your waist

And you tilted your head, peering down the top of the gun hoping this would be enough to scare sidat away 

“You ain’t pullin that shi girl” he said whilst jumping on you pinning you to the floor, you kept the barrel of the gun to his chest but he knew you wouldn’t pull it. You knew you wouldn’t too 

He lifted your chin off your chest with his own weapon 

“You so fine, miles don’t deserve yo pretty ass”

And in that moment you heard a motorcycle almost a minute away

So he left, and in the snap of a finger sidat was gone

And you shivered on the floor preparing your words for when miles found you. Tears ruining your pretty mascara 

“Lo siento, cariño, lo siento, salí y me emborraché y pensé que si bebía no tendría que pensar en nada y..” (I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I went out and got drunk and I thought if I drank I wouldn’t have to think about anything and I..)

“Come on hermosa, I’m so sorry” you saw a tear forming a the bottom of his eyes and you knew if he wasn’t slightly drunk he probably wouldn’t be crying right now 

He picked you up and sat you on his motorcycle. Going straight home

Timeskip: At home

“And yeah, that’s what happened. He vanished as soon as you pulled up.” You said through tears and hiccups 

Miles tried his hardest to comfort you. He took your clothes off slowly trying not to trigger anything inside of you and wrapped you in the satin robe he got you for valentines. He took you into the bathroom and ran you a bath while rubbing a soapy rag along your body. His eyebrows indicating his regret. He made you hot camomile tea just like how his mom taught him, and he slid your bonnet on your braids freshly oiled for bed while he played your favorite, frank ocean

“It’s my fault” you heard him sigh

“No baby it wasn’t your fault, It wasn’t any of ours I’m not too shaken anyways I promise”

“But I should have been checking your texts, just like you always tell me too…” and he buried his head into your breasts trying to hold back drunk tears, and sooner or later you were being showered with kisses. His breath smelled like liquor but you didn’t care. He made sure that night while you both slept he was directly behind you. Never letting go of your hip 

“Care for you still and I will, forever” miles sleepily sang the lyrics of white Ferrari, and you’d wonder if he knew what he sang, or the impact it made in your head. It almost felt like he could only love you this deeply when he was drunk. Maybe he just felt this way the whole time

And through every kiss he apologized, because sober or not it pained him so much someone besides him had hurt you, purposely. The music filled your room and leaked out your shared window freezing time, and all you could do was stare at the boy you loved in awe

Because you never thought he could love someone so deeply 

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown x reader #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #y2k aesthetic #fashion #frank ocean #miguel o'hara #Spotify

[xxmaxwellxx]

Very sorry but can someone help me find another twst fic? It was more like headcannons but it’s where reader was at a masquerade/ball type event and rollo was there, my memory isn’t the best so forgive me, but I think rollo and reader dance and the boys watch with jealousy but I remember rollo taking reader out on some kind of balcony and either trying to kiss reader or convince them to leave the boys. I’m pretty sure it was the second one with him spouting off something about purity. I remember Azul for sure being in this one and I think malleus was in there too but I think they kiss reader in front of him or take them back inside at the end of their respective headcannons. Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/cyn-write/731537190125961216/i-feel-her-i-see-her

If anyone could help me I would be very grateful. Also if you recognize my username/me asking for help so many times and want an explanation I’ll leave it under the cut because it’s probably going to be me trauma dumping.

Hi, I’m Max. I have an anxiety disorder. The reason I’ve asked for help so many times and in so many fandoms is partly because of my anxiety. I recently got a new phone and I’ve had a hard time adjusting because all the screenshots I have of the fanfic I’ve read is on my old phone. If you’re wondering why I haven’t just airdropped the screenshots to my new phone it’s because I had so many screenshots that it took up all 64gb on my phone, not all of them were screenshots but about half of my storage was taken up by them. And when I think of a fanfic that’s not in my new camera roll I panic, and when I can’t find it by googling it or looking for it here on tumblr I panic even more. Just a few days ago I spent eight hours looking through my old phone for a fanfic that wasn’t even on there, I found it eventually but I was in tears begging whatever god that would listen to help me find it by the end. If you’re wondering why I get so worked up over fanfic of all things it’s because a few years back when I first found fanfiction I was depressed and suicidal do to living conditions I won’t go into, I used it as an escape so I wouldn’t have to face reality and ever since then fanfiction became such a huge part of my identity that I couldn’t imagine myself not reading it and I genuinely panic over not being able to find the ones I’m looking for. I’m on medication and looking for a therapist, I’m getting better I think, but it’s been hard. Im not trying to guilt trip and I’m not writing this for pity or sympathy or anything like that, I just think that where I post in so many tags, sometimes multiple times, I owe people an explanation. I might just be over thinking it but I imagine someone scrolling through their favorite tags and seeing me there and helping me out and then seeing me over and over again and getting annoyed so I feel like I owe people answers on why I’m asking for help so much. I feel guilty asking for help so much but I genuinely loose sleep over this. I’m very grateful for the people helping, trying to help and have helped me. It’s why I try to thank them even if they didn’t find the one I was looking for, just knowing people are willing to help puts me at ease and I usually post my requests for help before going to sleep because just talking about something with people who know what I’m talking about or is in the same fandom as me puts me at ease. If I’m annoying I’m sorry but just putting something out there where there are people who are willing to help and don’t judge me for it helps me sleep at night. Sorry for rambling and call me stupid or crazy or anything like that but I’m trying to get better, I really am and putting posts out there with the hope that someone can help calms my anxiety. Even if I don’t get a link or answers or get to reader the fic again just posting and talking about it helps me, like letting go of it and letting it drift away. Thank you for reading and I’m sorry.

#fanfic #fanfic finder #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland #twst azul #twst malleus #twst rollo #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #rollo flamme

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from peach-cream-enmu-archive. Heavy noncon. Stalking, noncon pics, public sex sorta. afab fem. Guy pees in your mouth sorry. Implied coerced kidnapping

Being in public, just going about your day in a crowded place and being airdropped something. Opening it up to see it’s someone’s vid of them jacking off. You delete it, absolutely disgusted. You try to continue on when you’re sent another. They’re fucking a toy before pulling it off and coming, and it’s so much it’s more of a shock than being sent it. You delete it again. You really need to figure out why your phone accepts and opens any airdrop material with your permission.

The next, them jacking off again, but this time it’s just them coming, but they cum on a photo. The next thing is a picture of the photo all covered and gross. You look at the photo and it’s…you. You delete it and start to panic, looking around the crowd but no one seems suspicious. Then you get one single photo. A pic of you, right now where you stand, looking terrified.

You run, making your way to the first bathroom you could find. You’re alone and you think you’re safe. Someone opens the door and you think it’s someone else coming to use it. But you hear the door lock and you cower in the stall. You pray they’ll just leave. But they’re pushing open stall doors, and you hear it moving closer.

Until you see shoes right in front of the stall. Your heart stops, the stall door is locked, you can hear it creak as the push on it slowly. They pull away and it’s deathly silent for a while. Before the door is kicked open. You scream in fear as it slams against the wall. You don’t have time to think about what to do when you’re grabbed roughly and taken to the floor.

You don’t recognize them, and as you wrestle and try your hardest to fight back but they straddle your chest. They grip your hair so tight it hurts and keep your head in place while impatiently undoing their belt and shoving down their pants. They roughly press the leaking tip to your lips but you keep them shut tight. They slap you but you still keep them closed. They pinch your nose, cutting off your air and you hold out as long as you can but you have to stop, opening your mouth and gasping for air.

His cock enters your mouth quickly and it’s worse than you thought it would be. It’s slimy and smells and tastes so bad. He pulls your hair again and says “bite me and I’ll make this so much worse”. He starts thrusting into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he moans. He’s looking at you and has been this whole time, and he bites his knuckle with an awful smile as he tries to keep quiet.

Each spurt of precum tastes more vile than the last, and soon his hips are speeding up. You struggle and thrash but with his hold on you you achieve nothing, and he cums in your mouth and down your throat. The groan he lets out is the kind that makes girls weak, but your even more terrified. He doesn’t release you, staying in your mouth and making you have to swallow it. Then he leans back, adjusts his hips, and your eyes widen.

He’s pissing in your mouth. You choke, your throat closing up to try and stop it. There’s so much that you have to swallow to breathe. He pulls out as his stream dies down, covering and soaking your shirt and chest. You start crying, choking on your sobs when he moves down your body. He pushes your shirt up, and shoves your bra up before fighting you to get your shorts off. He gets them off even to spread your legs and pats his cock against your lips.

You jolt. He’s let go of your hair now and you look away and close your eyes tight. You’re not ready but he goes anyway, spitting on your cunt once before spreading it. He felt big in your mouth but he feels enormous as he pushes into you. Again he moans, but now he’s shaking, looking down at you and he looks crazy. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this.” Your eyes widen, what did he mean? You don’t know him.

He starts thrusting and it’s too much. He’s too big, tip kissing your cervix without even bottoming out. He keeps pushing against it like he doesn’t know why he can’t go further. You cry out each time and he finally gets the message, pulling back and fucking you with less force. He’s leaning down, biting and sucking marks into your chest, belly, shoulders, and neck. Your hands push at his chest, trying to keep him off but all he does is lean back and take his shirt off.

You don’t want to touch him. You don’t want to but as he comes back down and tries to kiss you you push against him on reflex. He just takes your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, sandwiching your other hand between the two. His chest touching yours hurts, he feels like he trying to lay all his weight on you and stop your breathing.

His other hand comes up and holds your face and he kisses you. Again you try to keep your mouth shut but he gives a forceful thrust that has you crying out. He lets his tongue drop into your mouth and it assaults yours, pushing and licking as he groans against your lips. You respond enough to make him let go of your face, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking, licking it, moaning for him.

His hand travels down to touch your chest, circling your nipple with a barely there trembling touch and you tense in anticipation. His hands are big, and he’s rough with them, it hurts as he gropes your chest. His thrust slow though he pushes deep each time. He lowers his head, taking your breast in his mouth. He bites gently, lapping at your nipple with his tongue, circling around it, flicking it. Sucking it, letting a groan rumble through to you.

He readjusts his body and his next thrust hits something inside you. You moan, he thrown back and back arching. He chuckles, thrusting at and abusing that spot. You don’t want it to feel good, you don’t want to cum, you don’t want it.

His pace grows uneven and his breath heavy. He leans down again, looking in your eyes before your squeeze shut as you cum. You want to cry but have no time, as he immediately speeds up. Then he stills, hips twitching into yours. You feel his cum flood you and you feel like you’ll be sick.

He stays inside you for a while, catching his breath and letting his cum sit in you. He pulls out with a shaky exhale you hear through his nose. You lay there, dazed from your orgasm and your heavy feeling head from your tears, and think that’s the end of it. That he’ll leave you here, and you can collect what little is left of your self and go home. But he pulls your panties and shorts back up, lifting you up and holding you in his lap as he wiggles them back up and fasten them.

You feel his cum ooze from your cunt and settle in your panties. He cradles your head in his shoulder as you sob. You don’t have the energy to push him away. He begins shushing you and your blood runs cold.

“It’s alright. You’re ok. I’m gonna take you home.”

#stalker smut #yandere x reader #yandere smut #toasted sugar cream #cream afab #cream fem #cw noncon #tw noncon

[heeracha]

ep 2. / ep 3. — the one with heeseung's favorite girl. / ep 4.

accept it (me), please. — lhs.

synopsis: someone would always airdrop you small messages and memes everyday, you would always accept it which made you insanely curious about who it is. unknown to you, it was lee heeseung who you considered as your high school sweetheart. lee heeseung who believes he loved you too late.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader (she/her)

content/genre: college au (ofc), glimpses of high school, second chance (ish), friends to lovers, fluff, angst, crack, slowburn

warning(s): swearing, some mentions of being a burden, mentions of food. tell me if i missed somethign <3

note: see u tomorrow for chap 4 !! send an ask to be in the taglist. ily u beautiful people.

junior year, high school.

you feel your backpack slide off your shoulders, your hand catching it and putting it back, but the other end was being tugged. you look up, seeing heeseung holding it as well and you smile at him. he slides the straps on his arms, putting your bag in front of him. “how’s my favorite girl?” heeseung asks as you fix and grab your things from your locker and put some books in your bag.

“i don’t know.” you say, looking up. “how’s your mom?”

heeseung softly laughs. “okay, how’s my favorite girl, who isn’t related to me.” he says and you smile, zipping up your bag as you take your bag from him, but he stops you, putting it on his one shoulder as he starts to walk to the cafeteria.

no, you and heeseung were not in a relationship. but it always felt you were. that’s why when everyone asked you if you’re fine with not having a boyfriend, you would always say, “of course. i have heeseung, anyway.”

you were fine not having a boyfriend because you had your best friend, anyway. not knowing it was your best friend who you desired to be it for you. 

“you ask as if i’m not with you everyday.” you say.

“i haven’t asked you how you’re doing in a while.” heeseung says and you hum. he looks at you as if trying to find something, but he wasn’t sure what it was. he softly nudges you with his shoulder as you look at him. “you’ll tell me everything, right? when you’re sad, mad, whatever. you won’t hide anything from me, right?”

“where is this coming from?” you ask, softly laughing.

heeseung read something last night about an individual who doesn’t want to open up because they feel like a burden to everyone, not even to their very own best friend. he immediately thought of you. all the times when you would randomly want a hug, just staying in his arms, feeling like you were releasing all the tension you had in your body.

“just wanted to know if you’re okay.” he softly says.

you smile—not that it left your lips, anyway. “are you okay?” you ask.

“if you are.” he answers and you sigh, a small chuckle following.

“let’s go, we’re gonna be late.” you say, softly holding on his forearm.

“let’s buy something first, i’m pretty sure you didn’t have breakfast again.” he says, pointing at the cafeteria.

“heeseung,” you softly whine, not wanting to admit he’s right. you didn’t want him to worry. “let’s go!”

“heeseung?!” he dramatically repeats, touching his chest as if offended. “what happened to hee? are you mad, did i do something wrong?”

you laugh and heeseung pulls you to his side. “let’s just buy something, then we’ll run to the classroom, hm?” he says and you softly mumble an okay.

you were okay with the fact that you don’t have a boyfriend. you were okay with the fact that heeseung doesn’t feel the same way. you wouldn’t be okay if heeseung isn’t in your life.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen fluff #enhypen social media au #enhypen smau #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smau #heeseung fluff #heeseung x reader

[fallow-grove]

What would you say is the silliest thing you got in trouble for?

I once had a teacher in school rant, rave and yell at me for 5 minutes straight because I scribbled on a blank page in one of my notebooks. Just a small scribble and she went mad!

I also got kicked out of class for saying “overkill”. Idk why.

huh. strange, maybe your school didn't like words with "kill" in them. seems like a massive overreaction unless there was an important bit of context missing though. school is already hard but it gets much harder if you have a teacher who gets upset that you can't read their mind

im not sure about myself but i do know someone who got sent to the principal for mass-airdropping photos of ferrets to the rest of their class

#ask #fallow buzzes

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Heavy noncon

Being in public, just going about your day in a crowded place and being airdropped something. Opening it up to see it’s someone’s vid of them jacking off. You delete it, absolutely disgusted. You try to continue on when you’re sent another. They’re fucking a toy before pulling it off and coming, and it so much it more of a shock than being sent it. You delete it again. You really need to figure out why your phone accepts and opens any airdrop material with your permission.

The next, them jacking off again, but this time it’s just them coming, but they cum on a photo. The next thing is a picture of the photo all covered and gross. You look at the photo and it’s…you. You delete it and start to panic, looking around the crowd but no one seems suspicious. Then you get one single photo. A pic of you, right now where you stand, looking terrified.

You run, making your way to the first bathroom you could find. You’re alone and you think you’re safe. Someone opens the door and you think it’s someone else coming to use it. But you hear the door lock and you cower in the stall. You pray they’ll just leave. But they’re pushing open stall doors, and you hear it moving closer.

Until you see shoes right in front of the stall. Your heart stops, the stall door is locked, you can hear it creak as the push on it slowly. They pull away and it’s deathly silent for a while. Before the door is kicked open. You scream in fear as it slams against the wall. You don’t have time to think about what to do when you’re grabbed roughly and taken to the floor.

You don’t recognize them, and as you wrestle and try your hardest to fight back but they straddle your chest. They grip your hair so tight it hurts and keep your head in place while impatiently undoing their belt and shoving down their pants. They roughly press the leaking tip to your lips but you keep them shut tight. They slap you but you still keep them closed. They pinch your nose, cutting off your air and you hold out as long as you can but you have to stop, opening your mouth and gasping for air.

His cock enters your mouth quickly and it’s worse than you thought it would be. It’s slimy and smells and tastes so bad. He pulls your hair again and says “bite me and I’ll make this so much worse”. He starts thrusting into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he moans. He’s looking at you and has been this whole time, and he bites his knuckle with an awful smile as he tries to keep quiet.

Each spurt of precum tastes more vile than the last, and soon his hips are speeding up. You struggle and thrash but with his hold on you you achieve nothing, and he cums in your mouth and down your throat. The groan he lets out is the kind that makes girls weak, but your even more terrified. He doesn’t release you, staying in your mouth and making you have to swallow it. Then he leans back, adjusts his hips, and your eyes widen.

He’s pissing in your mouth. You choke, your throat closing up to try and stop it. There’s so much that you have to swallow to breathe. He pulls out as his stream dies down, covering and soaking your shirt and chest. You start crying, choking on your sobs when he moves down your body. He pushes your shirt up, and shoves your bra up before fighting you to get your shorts off. He gets them off even to spread your legs and pats his cock against your lips.

You jolt. He’s let go of your hair now and you look away and close your eyes tight. You’re not ready but he goes anyway, spitting on your cunt once before spreading it. He felt big in your mouth but he feels enormous as he pushes into you. Again he moans, but now he’s shaking, looking down at you and he looks crazy. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this.” Your eyes widen, what did he mean? You don’t know him.

He starts thrusting and it’s too much. He’s too big, tip kissing your cervix without even bottoming out. He keeps pushing against it like he doesn’t know why he can’t go further. You cry out each time and he finally gets the message, pulling back and fucking you with less force. He’s leaning down, biting and sucking marks into your chest, belly, shoulders, and neck. Your hands push at his chest, trying to keep him off but all he does is lean back and take his shirt off.

You don’t want to touch him. You don’t want to but as he comes back down and tries to kiss you you push against him on reflex. He just takes your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, sandwiching your other hand between the two. His chest touching yours hurts, he feels like he trying to lay all his weight on you and stop your breathing.

His other hand comes up and holds your face and he kisses you. Again you try to keep your mouth shut but he gives a forceful thrust that has you crying out. He lets his tongue drop into your mouth and it assaults yours, pushing and licking as he groans against your lips. You respond enough to make him let go of your face, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking, licking it, moaning for him.

His hand travels down to touch your chest, circling your nipple with a barely there trembling touch and you tense in anticipation. His hands are big, and he’s rough with them, it hurts as he gropes your chest. His thrust slow though he pushes deep each time. He lowers his head, taking your breast in his mouth. He bites gently, lapping at your nipple with his tongue, circling around it, flicking it. Sucking it, letting a groan rumble through to you.

He readjusts his body and his next thrust hits something inside you. You moan, he thrown back and back arching. He chuckles, thrusting at and abusing that spot. You don’t want it to feel good, you don’t want to cum, you don’t want it.

His pace grows uneven and his breath heavy. He leans down again, looking in your eyes before your squeeze shut as you cum. You want to cry but have no time, as he immediately speeds up. Then he stills, hips twitching into yours. You feel his cum flood you and you feel like you’ll be sick.

He stays inside you for a while, catching his breath and letting his cum sit in you. He pulls out with a shaky exhale you hear through his nose. You lay there, dazed from your orgasm and your heavy feeling head from your tears, and think that’s the end of it. That he’ll leave you here, and you can collect what little is left of your self and go home. But he pulls your panties and shorts back up, lifting you up and holding you in his lap as he wiggles them back up and fasten them.

You feel his cum ooze from your cunt and settle in your panties. He cradles your head in his shoulder as you sob. You don’t have the energy to push him away. He begins shushing you and your blood runs cold.

“It’s alright. You’re ok. I’m gonna take you home.”

#I’ve never written the forced stalker nonspecific type #it’s always been soft noncon or soft dubcon #i don’t know how I feel about my writing in this one #I’m more accustomed to writing love sick delusional stalkers and creeps #cream afab #toasted sugar cream #oops was supposed to post this last night

[television-pil0t]

Throwback to when my nudes got airdropped around my entire middle school in 8th grade and now I’m super insecure about my boobs and hate taking nudes and hate people looking at my body and hate my self and hate living and hate being touched and hate god and hate this life 🤣🤣

I hope m***k is dead so bad. That was the worst thing ever. You rape me 3x then spread my nudes to everyone including teaches and shit🤣🤣 than punch me leaving bruises on me and having everyone laughing and talking about awe awful my boobs look🤣🤣 I’ve never told this story to literally anyone on earth and I never will. Not even my bf. I swear to god it feels so nice finally trying to let it go and talk about it but holy shit if anyone finds out I’m just gonna cut myself 🤣 this is why I sh on my boobs and wanna get top surgery so bad because holy shit #traumatic ass shit. Real life people that I’d had to look at and do school with after because I couldn’t move school sand couldn’t tell my mom why I never wanted to go back because I’d get beat for even sending them let alone she knew I was fucking but I didn’t say it was rape because at the time I didn’t know that pressuring someone and picking them up and raping them in the forest wasn’t normal!! HAHAH

God I hope your dead so bad. I hate I have that kink now it only makes me think of him and what he did. I hate being in the forest. I hate being touched so bad. I hate being looked at. I hate that happened. I hate this and I’m taking it to the grave. This will never be in anyone else’s brain I’m just getting it out of mine.

Fuck you m***k now cus word would ever be able to portray have much I hate you. I need you dead.

[krisyyydvd]

Isn’t fun, 2022?

This is my yearly summarization of how my entire year went and felt like. I am writing this right now in a Foodcourt, saving my hotspot to finish my shift, a day after our Year end party. I still feel on cloud 9, realizing how lucky- blessed I am. A friend asked, how will I remember what happened from all previous months and give you a summary? Well, let’s say thank you to IG Archives and phone gallery. So, let’s start! I think this is gonna be long… My 2022 started with fireworks and Family reunions. My relationship got tested, we fought quite a lot this year but thankfully, with the help of proper communication, effort and the same feeling of choosing each other, we survived. As a song said “It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, It’s compromise that moves us along”. This year, I have realized that making major scary decisions can lead you to good plot twist and happy memory along the way. I got an iPhone, which I never imagined myself getting previously. I said it was unreasonably expensive, but it turned out as one of my good decisions. I had a lot of amazing photos and videos, it’s pink (main reason why I took it) and I now don’t rely on ShareIt cause I have “Airdrop”. 

I have been to a lot of places as well, I got to experience a motor ride with my bb to Pangasinan with my sister and her husband. I was so excited because I always felt sad when I wasn’t allowed to come with my bb when they go out on rides and even feel jealous if someone is riding with him, even though I know they are just maximizing resources. This was a day tour trip, we had barely sleep and I almost felt like slipping away from the back of the motor because I was hallucinating because I am sleepless and tired. We both had fun in the beach, its open to everyone and we just stayed in a hut. We took videos and photos in the middle of sunny afternoon but who cares. I hope it won’t be a day tour next time because it was very fun! Then we decided to venture into business! My bb and I opened LOWKEE where we sold preloved Jackets. It was very tiring at first, sorting the clothes, laundry and posting. It made me realize the hard-work of online sellers and how every order you have with them no matter how small are greatly appreciated. We are very much happy that we are supported by Family, Friends and even strangers! It was definitely worth a try and very worthwhile experience. I was very enthusiastic to have do LOWKEE things, because I was inspired by a motto I read “work on weekdays and work on the life you want on weekends”. It is something I will have on my heart forever. 

On April, because it’s my sister’s birth month, we went to Baguio again. This time, we took our time slowly and enjoyed the summer capital. We also went to Atok, Benguet which is a first time. The road on the way to the top is crazy. On the other side of the van it was mountain and the other side is thousand feet deep cliff. We saw the colorful flowers of Atok, houses, and the how easy for it to rain because of the thick mist is definitely amazing. I would love to go back but my Family don’t want to anymore because of the road. But someday I will be back on that road again but to Mt. Pulag. To maximize my summer, my workmates and I went to Zambales, a part of Zambales I knew existed because it’s like a secluded Island. It’s very quiet, the water is very blue and I’m with the best people, it was perfect. I still remember lying on that beach side, it was lowtide and the night was full of stars that they won’t fit in my sight. I was with my Swiftie friends, we talked for hours about her and our life. It’s like you are on open book but it’s fine that you are read because you were understood. From that point, there is no going back. I devoted my 2 hrs every morning to “This is Taylor Swift” on Spotify. Back in 2019, when I was sitting on the fine sands of Boracay, I told myself that I want to bring my Family there. And 3 years later, my Family and I rode a plane and went to Boracay to celebrate mine and my sister’s birth month. This trip was made special because my bb is with us. I was so happy to see my parents happy.  I think one of my goals have been checked from my bucket-list and I would love to come back with them again. When we went home, I celebrated my exact birthday at home very intimately. Despite my bb’s schedule, he still managed to make time to decorate my party. That’s why when his birthday came, I went all out and decided to surprise him using Harry! I think this is the only successful surprise I pulled off because I did everything by my own. BER months came like a flash. As usual, as early as September, our house is already fully decorated with Christmas things and a moving toy train. I colored my hair again and it accidentally turned out awesome like a rose gold pinki-sh, sadly, after one swim at the A house Tarlac, it went to dry gold again. I also vividly remember how I conquered my fears in Aquaplanet together with the best workmates and clients. When I climb the stairs towards the top of the slide, I can feel my knees weakening and I can see my life flash infront of me, but when it’s my turn, I just shouted my fear and had the best time! One of the highlight of this year also Is when my college girlfriends and I finally went to the beach! I thought this will never come true, but with persistence nothing indeed is impossible. My December is full of schedule, I became a bridesmaid, sold perfumes, had a memorable year end party and had a wonderful 2nd Anniversary with my love. This year is not all fun, I realized a lot of things. I felt stuck, insecure and broke. I got my my heart broken in Presidential elections and I’m living the consequence of those 31M unknown people’s decision. I discovered I have PCOS and I am now under medication. I had a huge debt and all those early months, I kept thinking of getting a loan just to pay. But my friends kept on saying that “it will all work out”. God gave me a part time job and I did so many things to earn money and finally paid off my debt. Thinking back, I have nothing but appreciation and gratitude this year, I won a raffle in cash and I will close this year where I have financial freedom, which is something I always prayed for. My Family is complete, I have lovely boyfriend, I have my friends and I have cool workmates! I think there is a reason behind all my answered prayers , and that is to be blessing to others. I would like to thank everyone who has been with me this whole year! I met new people and still had my consistent friends. It is definitely a year to remember. I will be closing this year with a happy and fulfilled me. Tho, I forgot the diet part along the way. Better luck next year! Somehow I think 2023 is going to my year because I am Year of the Rabbit. I think I will be successful in everything I do. So I would like to welcome next year with positivity, plans and dreams. I am excited to get to know the next year version of me. I AM EXCITED FOR YOU 2023! 

My only advise for myself next year is “Keep your faith strong, be consistent in praying and never doubt.” 🙏

[baekhvuns]

Yesssss how does LSH know Minghao and Hoshi that was so unexpected 😭 I need to know. I know Ateez was busy, but Seonghwa YOU COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO

Miss don't know threaten me with an ugly flip flop because I'm telling the truth 🥰

Alright I am choosing my brids instead of your kids, you have it worst bestie I'm so sorry :/ I didn't sleep well as usual, but not because of the birds, but also Taeyong didn't appear... I actually don't remember any of my dreams from las night it's quite unusual. Actually, hold on... I just remembered shopping for a headband, but also another wild dream where me and some friends discovered an abandoned place, but it turned out someone was there. We were like "shhhhh 🤫" while making so much noise, lmao. It was quite scary tbh

They have even weirder shoes they're crazy lsudmshdjshdhshshs yessss the scarf is really cute, I have some of their bags too ❤😭

Lmao I'm always caught somewhere it's a disease 🤡 bestie come over here we have many more pride marches in different cities over the next few months

Yes I watched Dylan's as well (also wtf someone in my gc was talking about his Supernatural commentary a few hours ago) the second movie is even worse like H O W. Do bot disrespect Seonghwa like that ://// also I had no idea there was a preview I only realised later 🤡

It's definitely a dystopian comeback, but wtf the was Utopia randomly got popular is so fucking convenient 😵😵😵 ALSO THE AUDIO THEY AIRDROPPED TO ATINYS and now they posted on Twitter tooooo ahhhhh. Omg this guerilla marketing is so good, but I woke up to so much chaos CAN THEY DROP THINGS WHEN I'M AWAKE PLSSSS. I'll be working from 6pm KST, but I'll watch The Show on mute.

Also have you seen WooHwa exposing Hongjoong's long showers, Seonghwa was so happy he's not the odd one anymore when it comes to showers

I have two episodes of Why Her to see, I was waiting for them to drop but now I'm procrastinating, I played ep 7, but just didn't feel like watching. And I hate to say this, but HIY character annoys me even more, like he's cute, but I hate that he has the knight in the shining armour trope and nothing is really going on with them except that so far 😭😭😭😭 and the romance would be cute if it didn't feel forced.

Bestie why are you asking me, a Shitstar... I see some people want a Taehyung one, and like I said before: I can't be too greedy 😌

Baek in her BTS era now? The date question made me cringe so hard, bestie don't do this to meee, I don't want any of that. Also I GOT TAEHYUNG again I'm so tired of thissss - DV 💖

hello hi!!

Yesssss how does LSH know Minghao and Hoshi that was so unexpected 😭 I need to know. I know Ateez was busy, but Seonghwa YOU COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO

RIGHT??? 😭😭😭 lsh horaanghae too fbwbddn NO EXACTLY SEONGHWA COULDVE BEEN THERE I THOUGHT SVT WAS UR FAVOURITE SUNBAES WHATS HAPPENING NOW 😭😭 my only hope is that they attend that award show IN person or if they do that video thing soohyuk would still see them in on the tv fbwndb crumbs minimal but crumbs

Miss don't know threaten me with an ugly flip flop because I'm telling the truth 🥰

FBWMDBMWDBWK I WILL USE THAT SANRIO ONE

Alright I am choosing my brids instead of your kids, you have it worst bestie I'm so sorry :/ I didn't sleep well as usual, but not because of the birds, but also Taeyong didn't appear... I actually don't remember any of my dreams from las night it's quite unusual. Actually, hold on... I just remembered shopping for a headband, but also another wild dream where me and some friends discovered an abandoned place, but it turned out someone was there. We were like "shhhhh 🤫" while making so much noise, lmao. It was quite scary tbh

no bestie the kids have school today ☺️☺️ i ain’t hear ONE kid screaming today 😮‍💨🤌🏼 heatwave gone its raining <33 fbsndbsn DREAM TAEYONG IS RED FLAG 😭😭 JRBWKDHSK LMFAOOOO UR DREAMS R SO WEIRD??? IM YELLING but i also remembered a dream i had in the morning where i was at a shop with my mother she didn’t like something so we ran ????? jdbwk manifesting seonghwa tn also not wooyoung wearing that cross necklace to the jeddah airport 😭😭 hope he takes it off fbfamdb

They have even weirder shoes they're crazy lsudmshdjshdhshshs yessss the scarf is really cute, I have some of their bags too ❤😭

KFBWKDHK PERFECT FOR COSPLAYING and furries

Lmao I'm always caught somewhere it's a disease 🤡 bestie come over here we have many more pride marches in different cities over the next few months

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 BESTIE MAKE WAY I AM COMING MAKE WAY SAVE ME A SPOT

Yes I watched Dylan's as well (also wtf someone in my gc was talking about his Supernatural commentary a few hours ago) the second movie is even worse like H O W. Do bot disrespect Seonghwa like that ://// also I had no idea there was a preview I only realised later 🤡

WITCH SUPERNATURAL COMMENTARY look dylan is so fine <3 jcbsmdv NO FR HOWS THE SECKND ONE WORSE LIKE DIDNT U HEAR THE REVIEWS ON IT 😭😭😭

It's definitely a dystopian comeback, but wtf the was Utopia randomly got popular is so fucking convenient 😵😵😵 ALSO THE AUDIO THEY AIRDROPPED TO ATINYS and now they posted on Twitter tooooo ahhhhh. Omg this guerilla marketing is so good, but I woke up to so much chaos CAN THEY DROP THINGS WHEN I'M AWAKE PLSSSS. I'll be working from 6pm KST, but I'll watch The Show on mute.

OH YEAH DEFFF HALATEEZ COMINGG its a conspiracy and we are living it,,, the way utopia lined up perfectly with their cb <3 chefs kisses and did u see seonghwa. 12pm KST about to be crazy everyday

Also have you seen WooHwa exposing Hongjoong's long showers, Seonghwa was so happy he's not the odd one anymore when it comes to showers

GDKWHDKWDHWK I WONDER IF HE HAS MEET GREETS IN THE SHOWER OR ITS A DIFF TYPE OF SHOWERS DBDB also seonghwa new piercings ?????

I have two episodes of Why Her to see, I was waiting for them to drop but now I'm procrastinating, I played ep 7, but just didn't feel like watching. And I hate to say this, but HIY character annoys me even more, like he's cute, but I hate that he has the knight in the shining armour trope and nothing is really going on with them except that so far 😭😭😭😭 and the romance would be cute if it didn't feel forced.

NAURRR DOES HE NOT HAVE A PROPER STORY?? just the saviour complex 😭😭🤚🏼🔫 romance was forced and everything is so fast paced right??? nAURRR TERRIBLE COMBO PLS

Bestie why are you asking me, a Shitstar... I see some people want a Taehyung one, and like I said before: I can't be too greedy 😌

we are doing mr park.

or my new acc where i drop mr kim <3

Baek in her BTS era now? The date question made me cringe so hard, bestie don't do this to meee, I don't want any of that. Also I GOT TAEHYUNG again I'm so tired of thissss - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO NAUR THOSE WERE THE ONLY NICER ONES THERE 😭😭😭 everything else we have already done <3 u fr a thv girlie bestie are u sure u don’t want mr kim

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[tranzfred]

study hall is wack please help me ive been air dropped this today

#jeremus needs help #jeremy you baby #please im begging you #help me #study hall #why would someone airdrop me the things they do

[cowboyb1ues]

if you’re taking requests can i request a dating kieran tierney includes? he doesn’t get enough love😩😩😩

Ohh, I have never made one of these before so sorry if it sucks. And you are 100% right dear anon, that man doesn't get enough love, it's a crime.

also, since there’s not a lot of kt content on here i would highly recommend all of you check out @tommyspeakycap and @narchoe since they have some wonderful pieces for him.

also also, sorry this turned out so long but my silly little brain just simply couldn’t stop,,, my love for this man is too big smh

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader

my masterlist :)

He strikes me as someone who just adores his partner so much.

Like he genuinely believes you’re the greatest person he’s ever met.

He’s just constantly fascinated by you and everything you do.

And he’s the most supportive bf ever and you can’t change my mind.

Like if you go to uni you can bet that he’s there as your number one supporter and will bend over backwards to assist you in any way that he can even if it’s proofreading essays he has no idea what is about.

His heart is absolutely on the brink of bursting out of his chest when he sees you in the stands during games - whether it’s for Arsenal of Scotland nt.

And he just can’t stop himself from giving you a deep kiss when he finally sees you in the tunnel after a win, flipping off his teammates as the shout at you to get a room.

But the comforting hug and back rub he gets after a lose also warms his heart beyond belief.

Any time he goes grocery shopping he buys something for you, whether it’s a bouquet of flowers or your favourite chocolate bar. It’s a tradition that has lasted the entire course of your relationship and he refuses to ever break it.

He has a picture of the two of you that his mum took when you visited Scotland for christmas as his phone’s lock screen. He had his arm over your shoulder and one of yours was around his waist and both of your smiles were almost as blinding as the christmas lights around you.

He insists on teaching you all the scottish lingo btw, just so you can keep up when you go home to visit his family but he always ends up laughing when you try to mimic his accent.

And when you’re there he takes you on the grand tour and shows you all the places he holds dear to his heart, desperate to integrate you into every part of his existence.

Also, his accent is 100% the most deep in the morning when his head buried against the fluffy pillows and your fingers run through the short strands of hair.

If you get a dog you can be sure that evening walks become an integrated part of your daily lives the days he’s not training or playing a game.

Just walking hand in hand down the sidewalks while one of you have the leash in your other hand and you just talk about your day.

He takes so many photos of you, just at all time. Some of them turn out wonderful and he claims that they should be hung in a museum, while others are of you mid sneeze or yawning.

He airdrops/sends the bad ones to you when you both just lay on the couch or in bed and laughs and jumps up when the inevitable pillow is thrown his way.

He always tries to convince you to go on runs with him, insisting that it will be a cute couple thing that you can do together. But after you tried it one time you are quick to always decline his offers with a laugh and small kiss to the cheek.

Before you move in together he absolutely loves to spend time at your apartment. You don’t really get why bc it’s small and you have a roomie while he has a whole ass house to himself.

But he just shyly admits that he likes the normalcy and anonymity he has there while buried under your light pink bed sheets and surrounded by university books.

He feels like he’s living in the space that you had carved out for yourself in his heart when he just gets to lay on your soft bed and watch you write essays or read your books.

And when you move in together his heart swells as he sees how your lives get merged together into a home.

He tries to teach you football tricks and rewards you with a kiss whether you fail or succeed at doing kick ups.

Also, he always insists on being the one to carry bags when you’re out shopping, never wanting you to lift a finger.

And if at some point you decide to have kids he would just be the sweetest most attentive partner, always making sure you’re comfortable and getting up in the middle of the night to go to Tesco to get your weird 3 am craving.

And when your little baby finally makes its grand debut he just falls even more in love with you as he sees you hold the little one the two of you had created together in your arms, tears swimming in your eyes as you traced the nose you already can see looks just like his with your finger.

And yeah, as i said he just loves you so much

And you just love him just as much bc how could you not?

#sorry anon if this is shit but i have a fever and this is the best i can do but i loved the request so much that i had to write it asap #<333 #football #football imagine #arsenal fc #scotland nt #kieran tierney #kt #kieran tierney fluff #kieran tierney smut #kieran tierney blurb #kieran tierney blurbs #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney imagines #kieran tierney one shot #kieran tierney fan fic #kieran tierney fic #kieran tierney x reader #kieran tierney x you

[jaybird-redhood]

propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

~

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

~

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

~

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

~

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

~

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.

#luce writes #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #dc imagine #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #jason todd #red hood #dc

[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

@adoravel-fenomeno @thechangeling @the-blackdale @the-wckd-powers @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped @noah-herondale-lightwood @arangiajoan @shelvesofgold @maxboythedog @book-dragon-not-worm @hardlymatters

Very sorry if I forgot anyone. Lmk if you want to be addEd/removEd from the tag list.

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[bamfdaddio]

X-Men Abridged: 1980 - The Dark Phoenix Saga

The X-Men, those enduring mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 132 - 140, X-Men Annual 4) - by Chris Claremont and John Byrne, John Romita Jr. and Bob McLeod

Go on. Name a more iconic X-Men panel. I’ll wait. (X-Men 134)

If you were born in 1980, you were born under the sign of the Phoenix. This means you will have great hair, but you’ll also be absolutely corrupted by power. Don’t worry, as long as you don’t consume any stars and/or galaxies, you should be fine.

This year hits the ground running, introducing Emma Frost, Kitty Pryde and Dazzler in one fell swoop. The White Queen is the first of the Hellfire Club to make her move, but Phoenix is quickly able to dispatch of her, as you can read here.

Cyclops, worried that the rest of the Inner Circle will soon come in for the kill, decides to abscond to Angel’s Aerie in New Mexico to throw their pursuers off their scent. Jean decides to make the most of it and has sex with Scott on top of mesa. (Kinky!) She also shuts off his uncontrollable destructo-beams, nbd. This somehow inspires Scott to go from reactive to proactive and lead an ill-advised charge straight into the Hellfire Club on the night of their big ball… soirée... thing. Call it a Hellfire Gala-avant-la-lettre.

Fine, he might have been inspired by the raw power of the Phoenix. She’s the biggest gun on their side and, if there's one thing you can be sure of, it´s that reliable powerhouse Jean won´t switch sides in the middle of battle.

Oh wait, that's exactly what she does.

As soon as they enter the Hellfire Club, Jason Wyngarde, who reveals he’s actually Mastermind, takes control of Jean, finally turning her into the Black Queen. With the power of the Phoenix and the patriarchy on their side, the Inner Circle makes short work of the X-Men. They consists of:

Jason Wyngarde, aka Mastermind.

Sebastian Shaw. Often shirtless. The Jeff Bezos of mutantkind. Has the ability to absorb kinetic energy, which means punching him only makes him stronger. (Colossus and Storm figure this out the hard way.)

Harry Leland. Ability of mass manipulation, which has got to be one of the dopest powers ever. Uses it to dunk Wolverine three floors down into the sewer.

Donald Pierce. 25% robot, 100% asshole, 100% useless in taking out X-Men, 225% the worst.

Wolverine is the only one who escapes, resulting in another iconic image:

Apparently, this picture is solely responsible for the fact that Wolverine became the face of the X-Men in the zeroes. It also lit my cigar from the other side of the room. (X-Men 132)

Needless to say, stabbing ensues.

Meanwhile, Shaw pontificates what he wants with the X-Men. He means to use them as guinea pigs to isolate the X-Gene, which he’ll then reverse engineer to give everyone (with money) super powers and all of a sudden, I want Shaw to do a team-up with John Sublime. Jean is not all there, however: she’s trapped in the astral plane, cultivating a cruel streak a mile high.

And suddenly, Jean-turning-evil is not all that funny anymore. (X-Men 133)

Cyclops traverses the mental link he shares with Jean to confront ‘Sir Jason’ and challenge him to a duel. Guy can’t catch a break: in Jean’s mindscape, he is stabbed and he promptly collapses in the real world. Ruh-roh!

Wolverine, meanwhile, has done a passable impression of the Bride against the Crazy 88 in Kill Bill, and he interrupts the Hellfire Club and their gloating. That’s when Jean resurfaces as well, snapping out of her voluptuous Victorian fantasy and, playing a dubious tango with everyone’s trust issues, switching sides once again. The Phoenix is like the golden snitch: as long as your team holds it, it’s enough to win.

Colossus snaps Pierce’s robo-arm, Shaw gets punted through a floor and Leland uses his powers to increase Wolverine’s mass - just when Logan is jumping on top of him. Oops! Should have made him lighter than a feather, Leland.

Jean, meanwhile, is doing her own passable impression of the Bride and goes on what the advertisements would refer to as a ‘Roaring Rampage of Revenge’. (Oh, she roars, and she rampages, and she gets bloody satisfaction.)

This is what happens when you fuck around and find out, Jason. (X-Men 134)

Phoenix makes Mastermind’s mind touch the infinite. His tiny human mind can’t cope. And, just like me when I’m at Pride and surrounded by a bevvy of shirtless gym bunnies, he becomes a dribbling mess. A shell with nothing inside. For those of you paying attention: this is where your Lit teacher would shout “dramatic irony” and underscore Emma Frost vs. Storm on the chalkboard.

This is also the moment where she officially Breaks Bad.

We see powerless people become heroes all the time. The reverse, where the angel falls? That happens far more rarely. I think that is the reason this story was so shockingly effective in the eighties. The reason why it’s still so effective? I think because, like the One Ring, you can read the rise and fall of the Phoenix in a myriad of ways. Is this a victim, reclaiming power? Is this a woman, trying to rise in a man’s world? Is this someone who was always buttoned up, daring to embrace her own power, her sexuality, her dangerous side -- only to get promptly beat down? The ambiguity of the narrative gives it strength, which is why I think it keeps resonating even now. This counts especially in the X-Universe, inherently designed to appeal to the underdog.

Anyway, the X-Men try to flee, but it’s too late. Jean can’t hold it in any more. She explodes in Phoenixesness and vaporizes the X-Men’s aircraft over Central Park. Relishing in her power, Jean easily defeats her friends, before flying off into the galaxy.

In the Avengers mansion, Beast gets the report that the X-Men are trashing the Hellfire Club. Ignoring his duties as an Avenger, Beast chooses his old family and hops off to investigate on his own.

The report, by the way, comes from Shaw, who knows when to turn tail and cut his losses. Among the confused, scared refugees of their party, he begins working a politician on the importance of a Sentinel program. That politician? Senator Kelly. Remember that name.

Jean can’t talk, she’s doing hot girl things. Nomnomnom that star system, sis. (X-Men 135)

Originally, Jean wasn’t meant to die. This one panel, the one showing the inhabited planet, is the reason why she eventually does: Jim Shooter, editor-in-chief, felt Jean shouldn’t be able to get away with a literal genocide. Claremont and Byrne, who had planned to strip Jean of her powers at the end of this, had to change the end of their story within days before it went to print. Additionally, this stoked the adversarial fire between the two: Claremont claims that he hadn’t originally intended there to be an inhabited planet, but felt his hands were tied when Byrne drew one. I wonder how true this is, considering how embedded it is in the narrative, but that’s neither here nor there.

The Phoenix’s genocide alerts the Shi’Ar - and therefore Lilandra - to her presence. Lily says that Galactus is nothing compared to the Phoenix: he merely eats planets, she will consume all that exists.

A hungry Jean, meanwhile returns to Earth, not sure what she’s looking for. She pays a visit to the home of her parents, but when they warily come to greet her, she can’t help but read all the innermost thoughts of her family. Nothing is secret, nothing is sacred. (Imagine knowing all those little thoughts your parents had about you, all those little terrible human things they did in their life. Imagine knowing all their sexual fantasies. Brrr.) It sours the Phoenix against them and she is about to start familicide to her list of sins, when the X-Men attack!

Nightcrawler slaps a psionic scrambler designed by Beast on her, but she’s still too strong. Wolverine tries to end her, but he isn’t ruthless enough to do the deed. When the scrambler overloads, Scott tries reasoning with her, appealing to her love. This causes the Phoenix to waver and Charles Xavier (airdropped in by Warren), bolts Jean telepathically.

Drinking game rule for the Phoenix saga no 6: shout “ca-caw” and take a sip every time the raptor appears. (X-Men 136)

Xavier feels Jean helping him out from within the Phoenix and together, they slowly trap Phoenix in the same sort of energy-matrix as Jean did with the M’Kraan-crystal. The Phoenix finally lays dormant, the X-Men have Jean back and Scott, overwhelmed by emotion, sort of awkwardly proposes to her. Happy Ending! And then, pulling the rug out from under our feet, the X-Men (including Beast and Angel) are whisked away.

They appear in front of Lilandra. The Shi’Ar hold Jean accountable for her planet-killing ways and Lilandra orders her Imperial Guard to take her away! But Charles invokes an ancient law with the same relish of someone who invokes an obscure board game rule against the person who is about to win: he demands a trial by combat.

The rules are easy:

X-Men win: Jean lives

Shi’Ar win: Jean dies.

The trial will be on the dark side of the moon. The Shi’ar are way too strong and, one by one, the X-Men fall, until only Jean and Scott are left. In their last stand, Jean loses control and becomes the Phoenix again, wiping the floor with the Imperial Guard. Technically, they win, but she knows now.

Suicide by abandoned-machine-of-a-long-forgotten-civilization-on-the-dark-side-of-the-moon. (X-Men 137)

She dies. Phoenix dies. The X-Men lose. Scott, bereft, leaves the X-Men.

One detail I love is the holempathic crystal that Lilandra bestows on Jean’s parents.

Without becoming too maudlin, the idea of this is beautiful. A condensed image of a person you love, one you can touch when you feel memories slipping away so you can remember who they were. (X-Men 138)

And with that, season 2 of the X-Men ends. Without Cyclops and Phoenix, the X-Men have to readjust. While Beast returns to the Avengers, Angel takes up residence in the mansion again. He confesses to liking most of the new X-Men, except Wolverine. (To be fair, Wolverine is an acquired taste.) Kitty Pryde also formally starts attending the school and slowly, the Jean-and-Scott-shaped void is filled.

Patriarchal Charles is thrilled to finally have a new teenager in the house who will hang on to his every word. It’ll be like the sixties all over again! (X-Men 139)

There are so many beautiful touches in the few panels:

Wolverine calling Charles ‘Chuck’

Nightcrawler getting drinks (and a beer)

Most amazingly of all, Storm becoming the leader. (I give Chuck a lot of flak, but this decision is Right.) Not just because Storm is the best X-Man for the job, but also because she was a black woman leading one of premier Marvel superhero teams for, what? The better half of a decade? The eighties had barely started, so this was a big fucking deal.

Storm also takes up a motherly role for Kitty, who takes up her suggestion for a codename: Sprite. (This after Kitty rejects Charles’ suggestion of Ariel, which is only fortunate, considering that name would soon be associated with redhaired mermaids.)

The rest of the year is dedicated to two adventures, both of them starring Kurt. The first is depicted in the annual: on Kurt’s birthday, he receives a mysterious package with a mysterious figurine that mysteriously explodes in his face. Professor X calls guest star Dr. Strange for aid, who deduces that his soul has been stolen. What follows is a quest to regain Kurt’s soul in an adventure that feels a little too I just read Dante’s Inferno, check how smart I am.

Hell is a little too pedestrian and boring, though we do get a King Minos hitting on Kurt and Ororo. A man of wealth and taste indeed. Anyway, at the end of this side quest, it turns out all of this was a convoluted revenge scheme concocted by one Margali of the Winding Road. She turns out to be Kurt’s (adoptive) mother, who’s getting revenge for Kurt killing her son.

Kurt, racked with guilt, reveals he had no choice. Stefan had always feared the darkness in his soul and he’d made Kurt pledge to stop him if he should ever succumb to it. After Stefan killed a child or two, Kurt had no choice but to end him. Stefan perished and Kurt was blamed for all of the murders, having to flee an angry mob.

Margali forgives him, with some help from Jimaine, Kurt’s foster sister. In a twist that is a little too soap opera for my tastes (and I watch Riverdale), Jimaine turns out to be Kurt’s squeeze, Amanda Sefton. I’ve always disliked this twist, and not just because of the incesteous vibes: I like the idea of Kurt dating a regular lady who is into him despite his appearance and his being a mutant. Making Amanda Sefton his sorcerous half-sister dilutes that message a lot.

The tail end of 1980 involves Wolverine going to Canada so Wolverine can make amends with Alpha Flight. Kurt joins him, ostensibly to flirt with Aurora, but in fact this shows that Kurt and Wolverine are establishing a rapport. A deeper friendship.

In a pretty paint-by-numbers adventure, Wolverine, Nightcrawler and the worse half of Alpha Flight take down a Wendigo. We don’t get Northstar or Aurora, but we do get more Snowbird, who can change herself into Canadian animals, with the danger of being consumed by her animal side.

We get this delightful panel out of it:

Scared Nightcrawler almost makes me forget how full of shit Jimmy MacDonald is, considering last time Kurt saw them, they tried to kidnap the fuzzy elf. (X-Men 139)

This whole arc is meant to show the softening of Wolverine. Not only does he share his name with Kurt (well, sort of: “Logan, is that your name?” “Yup.” “You never told us.” “You never asked.”), but when they fight the Wendigo and Snowbird turns into a white wolverine to deal the final blow, he talks her out of being consumed by her vicious animal nature.

The year ends with two details worth mentioning:

The Canadian government dissolves Alpha Flight, which I can only find a prescient move that highlights their good taste. A realistic note I like is the minister referring to the mutant problem as ‘an American problem’ even though they employ the Beaubier twins. Wankers.

Fred Dukes escapes prison to join the New Brotherhood of Mutants!

We’re now entering a run of the X-Men which I haven’t read much of yet, but Freddy mentions he was helped by some lady lawyer. That’s gotta be Mystique, right?

I can barely contain my glee.

Ugliest Costume: Despite that godawful hooded thing Kitty wears, I have to give this to Dazzler. There’s no salvaging that costume: I’m sorry, but she’s wearing a disco ball around her neck. It's a boot from me.

Best new character: Emma Frost. Fight me by the bike rack near the parking lot if you disagree.

Turns evil: Jean Grey, famously so.

What to read: X-Men 129 to 137, the Dark Phoenix run.

#x-men #abridged x-men #x-men abridged #cyclops #phoenix #professor x #storm #nightcrawler #wolverine #colossus #beast #angel #dazzler #kitty pryde #emma frost #hellfire club #dark phoenix saga #chris claremont #john byrne #john romita jr. #bob mcleod #sebastian shaw #jason wyngarde #harry leland #donald pierce #lilandra neramani #shi'ar #alpha flight #snowbird

[hepalien]

Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Cap Steve) Fic Rec

Hate Sex & Hair Protocol by @maddiewritesstucky - Mature, 1.8k

SHIELD Agent Bucky, UST, Enemies to Lovers (in Steve’s head), Humor

They’re all full of shit, Steve decides.

His team don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, running their mouths about the way he and Bucky look at each other; the tension that seems to be at a constant near-snapping point between them.

'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

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In which Steve discovers that ire and desire may just exist side by side in his brain.

Stop interrupting my grinding series by @rohkeutta - Teen, 2.5k

Nurse Bucky, Wrong Number, Fluff, Humor

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by @galwednesday - Teen, 2.7k

War Vet Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff, Humor, Modern Howlies

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet by @musette22 - Teen, 3.8k

Chef Bucky, POV Outsider, Fluff, Humor

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

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Cafe Au Écoute by @littlesystems - Teen, 3.8k

Coffee Shop AU

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled - Teen, 4.1k

SHIELD Employee Bucky, Misunderstandings, Crack, Humor

Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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