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tomssexdoll · 2 days

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HOI🖖👽 sooooOOOOOooo can you do a Tom kaulitz x fem! reader

Like were he says sumthing he didn’t mean like:example,he said something about ur past that’s a VERY touchy subject during an argument

Add fluff at the end pls🙏🙏🙏🥺

(IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THID ITS OK 👌🙂🙂🙂)

MK HOT STUFF GURLYS GOTTA GOOO😜😜😜😜 BOIIIIIIYUHHHH👋👋👋👋

hiii cutie ofc

I didn't mean it

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: During an argument Tom brings up something really touchy from the past as an insult, you're heartbroken and hurt from his words, he instantly apologises and tries to make it up to you. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: yelling, !!!!VERY GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND A SMALL MENTION OF RAPE!!!!!!!!

Me and Tom were yet again in an argument, I got upset at him because he's been neglecting me, staying out late, not even touching me or holding me, nothing.

I brought it up to him this morning and it just exploded into an argument, him being defensive as usual.

"I'm so sick of you being so fucking controlling y/n!" he grunted, storming up the stairs. I scoffed and followed him closely "don't walk away from me Tom! You always do this, always running away when confronted with the truth!" I yelled.

"Because you take things so seriously! I just wanted time alone is that so hard to ask for?" he sighed heavily.

I grunted, him clearly not getting the point, "it's not that I don't want you to have alone time it's just that you're basically avoiding me!" I followed him into the bedroom, he was trying to find something to do to disract himself.

"Listen to me!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, my eyes staring deeply into his, rage washing over them. "There's nothing to talk about!" he pushed past me, going into the bathroom.

I kept on yelling at him, following him into it, he turned around, hand on the doorframe and yelled "no wonder why your friend killed himself, he couldn't fucking stand being around you and neither can I"

My heart shattered instantly, the memories of my best friend killing themselves, him being in my arms as he died.

LISTEN TO TV BY BILLIE EILISH PAST THIS POINT I SWEAR IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE

6 years ago my best friend Arnie died, he was a gentle soul. He was gay and was heavily bullied about it, drowned in the toilets, food thrown at him, followed home. Arnie had learned to have thick skin, not allowing that to get to him, he knew they were just miserable with their lives and I loved that about Arnie.

The last straw for Arnie was when he was raped at a house party in 2008, the last time I saw him happy was when we seperated, I was hooking up with a random boy and he wished me goodluck. When I finished and tried to find Arnie, he was sprawled across a bed, bleeding from his back side.

I rushed to his aid and discovered that he was raped. Arnie was different after that, didn't insult back, was super quiet, didn't hang out with me after school like we usualy did.

I tried to offer help but nothing worked. One day I went to his house, he wasn't answering my calls or texts and his parents were out of town for the week. I found it weird that the door was unlocked, I went inside and into his bedroom.

I wish I didn't see what he had done, everyday it replays in my mind. I have nightmares about it every few nights.

I walked into his bathroom, he was in the bathtub, wrists on the edge of the tub, cut so deeply. I stood there for a second, shocked, trying to take in what I saw. After 10 seconds I screamed, running to him and holding him tightly, examining his wounds. 7 deep cut wounds, he was bleeding so much, the bathroom tiles covered in them.

My knees smudged the blood around as I held him, sobbing uncontrollably. "No no no..arnie you're ok.." I whispered, stroking his hair gently. He looked at me briefly, the life draining from his eyes "i'm sorry...i love you.." he muttered before taking his last breath, dying in my arms.

I screamed for him, my vocal cords ready to burst. Some neighbours called the police from my screaming, they came in and rushed to the scene, practically ripping me off Arnie.

"No! No no no! He'll be ok!" I sobbed, trying to get back to him, "ARNIE!" I screamed, the female officer held me close, stroking my hair softly, "he's gone baby...i'm sorry.." she whispered softly, I looked up at her, a tear falling down her cheek.

I buried my face into her chest, her vest cold and hard on my face.

They carried his body out, I couldn't bare to look and just stood there frozen. Later on the police women gave me a note he wrote, it read:

Dear my beloved Y/N,

I'm so sorry you have to read this, I'm sorry for even doing this. I know it's stupid and I know i'm supposed to have thick skin but I can't do it anymore, after what he did to me I haven't been able to eat, sleep or do anything properly, it runs through my head all the time, that memory of what he did never leaves my memory. It's driving me crazy Y/N, I wanted to stay strong for you, I wanted us to grow up and see each other get married, have kids, go through breakups together, live our 20s to the fullest, party like theres no tomorrow but I can't do it anymore. I wanted to be your best friend forever, be friends until we die, but I guess my fate is early. You know I love you more than life itself, you showed me it's ok to be me. You helped and guided me through everything but it's time for me to go, I love you and I'll be watching over you. Keep being your weird self and never forget me

Your soulmate, Arnie.

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, I still have that note to this day, I can't leave the house without it near me.

I got a tattoo of the last line, in his handwriting, 'your soulmate, arnie'. (inspired by evieskiess book my one and only <3)

BACK TO PRESENT:

My eyes widened, heart breaking into a million pieces, the heartbreak from that night coming back. My body went stiff, frozen in place. Unable to say anything.

Toms face instantly softened, he rushed towards me and started to apologise profusely, "oh honey no..i'm so sorry, I was just mad and I wasn't thinking straight, you know I didn't mean it", I looked at him, a stray tear falling down my cheek.

"Don't touch me.." I whispered softly, pushing him off me and walking to the bed, sitting on it. I bursted out into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, the tears unable to stop. All the pain I had tried to forget coming back.

He rushed to my side and held me tightly, "no baby..I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry" his voice thick with emotion, I could tell he was telling the truth but I was just so shocked, so hurt by his harsh words.

"Why.." my voice broke slightly "why would you say such a thing.." I choked out a sob, covered my mouth with my hands, they were trembling violently.

"I don't know..it was an in the moment thing, I didn't mean it at all, I'm so sorry baby I will do anything to make it up to you I swear, I love you with all my heart" he started to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder.

My heart ached at him crying, I really wanted to forgive him but my heart just couldn't. I stood up and sighed, "I'm sleeping on the couch.." he nodded, standing up and brushing stray hairs from my face, kissing my forehead softly.

"I love you baby..." he whispered before letting me go, I turned my head to look at him and sighed "i love you too.." before walking off to the living room.

I sat on the couch, staring into nothing, my heart heavy and my eyes red. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the tattoo, grazing a finger over it. I grabbed the note from my pocket and held it against my chest, laying back onto the couch, slowly falling asleep.

A few hours later I was woken up by soft arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. I turned around, placing the note in my pocket and looking up at Tom.

"I know you didn't mean it baby..but I'm still hurt" I mumbled, he nodded slowly "I know baby..I know..i'm so sorry" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my hair softly just like the female officer did. I felt comforted, safe in his arms, again, just like I felt with the female officer.

"Do you want to go back to bed schatz?" he said softly, I sniffled and nodded, getting up and holding his hand, walking towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, slipping into bed.

He smiled softly and slipped behind me, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms around my frame, keeping me warm and safe. "I'll make it up to you..I swear" he sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.

"I'll be home more, I'll take you to band practices, I'll take you out with me, I'll do anything for you baby, I'm sorry I neglected you, treated you so badly.." his voice shaky "I love you, you're my world, my beautiful wife, my light. I'll do anything it takes to change, anything at all" I slowly turned around again, looking up at him, looking into his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all that presented was sincerity. Pure honesty. His eyes soft and gentle, willing to do anything for me.

I tucked a stray stand behind his ear, kissing him softly. "I love you..thankyou for that.." I smiled softly.

"I've always wondered though, why do you always keep his note with you?" he tilted his head, genuinely curious. I chuckled softly, "I don't know, it's the only thing I have left of him, something to remember him by" I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes again, "it's a reminder to me that he loved me and to keep going without him" Tom winced at my pain, stroking my hair gently and nodding.

"I understand..I'll keep it safe for you always" he kissed me softly, I smiled "thankyou baby.." I muttered before falling asleep in his arms.

E/N: I sobbed so hard while writing this no joke

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @syylss @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @20doozers @ballhair @bkaulitzlover

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tragedy-for-sale · 1 month

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Protective Obi-Wan anyone?

I was re-watching the Ryloth arc and I couldn't help but notice,

I love how Obi-Wan's arm immediately goes to block Cody, he extends his hand out and it's not in the form of a fist, it's flat, it's an attempt to block as much of Cody's chest as possible. Cody takes a full step back to, mainly to get into position to shoot. But he's preparing himself to move behind Obi-Wan, who'd need enough room to swing his lightsaber to block blaster shots.

Obi-Wan's first instinct is to protect Cody, his second is to ignite his lightsaber. Obi-Wan protects Cody before protecting himself and others. His lightsaber would give enough cover for all his men, but his body would only cover Cody's.

In the second frame, Obi-Wan puts his hand on Cody's gun first before turning off his lightsaber. Now, he does know what is about to come out of the grate before his men do, which is partially why he wants to stop Cody. Cody putting down his weapon would signal to his men that there is no danger, however, turning off his lightsaber would do the exact same thing. But he chooses to stop Cody first.

After Obi-Wan puts his hand on Cody's gun, notice how long he looks at Obi-Wan. Cody's guard is down, he doesn't keep his eye on the grate like his men do, he doesn't even try to keep his blaster aimed, also unlike his men. Cody doesn't break contact with Obi-Wan until he does, it's in that moment we understand how much Cody trusts Obi-Wan with his life.

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frosted-buns · 11 months

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Hey so uh you know about elon musk right? How he's acting all tough all the time and talking anti trans? Starting this month he has actually been going even harder on anti trans propaganda to the point he is liking tweets comparing LGBT to nazism. AND THEN liking tweets from the same account calling for actual nazi eugenics on autistic people to "sterilize autistic kids" and generally liking and doing as much anti LGBT especially anti trans stuff he can

This is insane for a man in charge of huge well known companies as well as THE big company Twitter to openly be liking things calling for actual eugenics and he sterilization of autistic children and the fact that I hadn't heard about it and no one is really talking about it is scary.

Don't let this stay quiet. Its despicable and insane and to call for sterilization of children at all should be gettin him in some serious heat.

Article about it here https://www.them.us/story/elon-musk-pride-month-tweet-likes-anti-trans

#transphobia #eugenics #elon musk #nazi #cw

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its-stimsca · 7 months

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Wayneradiotv eating a raw egg stimboard

X | X | X

#food #eating #cw #human hands #egg #gray #grey #slime #rtvs #stim #stimboard #Wayneradiotv #white #not request

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perhapsblues · 4 months

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What's holding you back?

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spectrowhirl · 8 months

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spectrowhirl.etsy.com

#art #my art #mine #digital art #infinite zoom #perfect loop #warp #tunnel #wormhole #rainbowcore #rainbow art #neon #colorful animation #flashing #cw #seizure warning #eyestrain #psychedelic art #spectrowhirl

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months

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Can I get another Son of Dean x Hope Mikaelson but they meet each others families

Hope and her family meets Y/N's family...

Dean: I can't believe my own son is dating a vampire

Sam's ghost walks by and nods...

Sam: atta boy

Dean: don't encourage him, Sam!

Y/N: thanks Uncle Sam!

Hope hugs Y/N tight...

Sam: you're cute together just no sucking under this roof (laughs)

Dean: if you weren't dead, I'd kill you

#supernatural #sam and dean #the winchester brothers #dean winchester #sam winchester #hope mikaelson #danielle rose russell #legacies #mikaelson family #cw #the cw #vampire x human #vampire x reader #hope mikaelson x reader

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st4rryhyuck · 1 year

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Wicked Games

Pairing 〉Stalker Ex Bf Hyuck x Fem Reader

Warnings 〉stalking, dubcon!, choking, language, unprotected sex, fearful situations, manipulation, possessive hyuck, breaking and entering, fingering!, degrading, breath play, threatening with weapon! (knife), toxic relationship, cnc! essentially

Genre 〉Smut

Summary 〉 After an unwanted break-up, your ex decides to pay you a visit in hopes to fuck some sense into you.

Don’t like don’t read!

You walk into your apartment not paying any mind to your surroundings. Placing your bag on the counter as you hum to the melody of a song you’ve had stuck in your mind for the past few days.

After the unwanted breakup between you and your ex-boyfriend, you couldn’t help but listen to some music that could relate to.

After you found out he recorded the both of you fucking, you decided a breakup was needed once you confronted him about it and he acted like you were the crazy one.

It isn’t that you cared about him recording you, it’s the fact that he reacted so hostile to you calling him out. In his own words, “you want me to delete it? Stop acting like a fucking bitch”

You wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him. Although the arguments and fights were a little tiring, the good moments outshined the bad ones in your mind.

“You look pretty”

You jump at the voice coming from behind you. Turning around quickly you see haechan sitting on your couch with his legs spread and hands between his legs. “WHAT THE FUCK” you yell, eyes widened and slowly backing up towards the kitchen counter.

“Shhh don’t yell, you’re always so dramatic” he hums, sitting up as he smiles at you sinisterly. “HYUCK WHAT THE HELL GET OUT” you scream again, grabbing a knife from the counter and pointing at him.

“Aww, you think that’s going to scare me, sweetheart?” He pouts walking over to you slowly “you know it takes a lot more to scare me”

You can’t help but feel a little turned on. You know this is probably one of the worst situations to get horny in but the way he looks at you as if you were holding nothing at him made you wet.

“Put the knife down”

You shake your head, you wanted him to take it out of your hands, maybe even threaten you with it. “Baby please” haechan pouts.

“What do you want hyuck” you spit out, your eyes traveling down his body and back up as he leans onto the fridge with an amused smile.

“You”

His raspy voice makes you shiver. His eyes stare into your soul as he hopes and waits for you to put the knife down. “Y/n put it down,” he says in a louder tone, moving slowly toward you as he watches you closely.

“You know what’s funny? You want me to leave but here you are standing with your phone in your pocket. Shouldn’t you call the police if you’re really scared?”

You don’t reply. You honestly didn’t realize you had your phone but once he mentioned it you reached into your pocket and within seconds haechan lunged towards you, throwing the knife onto the ground as he pins you on his back.

“Always so gullible doll. Phones in your bag. Watched you put it inside when you walked in” he seethes. You weakly try and push him off, pushing your hips back onto his lap. You were more grinding against rather than fighting back as digging your nails into his arms.

Your voice being silenced by his right hand as his other arm wraps itself around your waist. Pushing you down, he pins you onto the ground, faced down as he sits on top of you.

“Been watching you for a while, did you just expect me to leave you?” He purrs. You try and hide your whines, you can feel your slick running down your folds as you feel his bulge on your ass.

Haechan grips your face up to his cheek, kissing you softly as he keeps you pinned. You try and get out of his grip just for him to slam you onto the ground “you think you’re going somewhere? You’re not going to fucken leave” he scoffs.

You let out a soft moan at his words, a chuckle vibrating through his chest as he hears you. “You like this shit don’t you? Bet if I slide my hand down your skirt you’ll be wet huh?”

You shake your head in denial knowing he was right. Your cheeks burn red as you grow embarrassed. His hand slides up the back of your thigh and squeezes your ass softly as his chest is pinned to your back.

His fingers move down your clothed pussy as he pats the wet spot on your panties “what did I say?”

“You missed me didn’t you? Just like I missed you”

You don’t respond. Your eyes squeezed shut as he moves your panties to the side, rubbing two of his fingers through your folds as you buck your hips.

“Please hyuck….” You embarrassingly moan. You don’t care anymore. The need takes over as you feel his lips on your neck “huh?”

You whine knowing he was going to tease you until you begged. You sway onto his fingers, riding them eagerly as he watches you with lust-filled eyes.

Haechan could feel himself grow harder as your eyebrows furrowed with each of his thrusts. He groans at the wet sound of your cunt getting louder, his long fingers curling and slamming into you.

“H- hyuc-“

He hums at your noises, cooing your name as he watches you clench around his fingers. A raspy groan leaves him as he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean as you look up at him tiredly.

“See, you want it. Put up a fight for me to be rough didn’t you?” He purrs, turning you around as he drops into your neck.

His fingers pull your panties down, yanking them completely off as he taps your cheek for you to open your mouth.

Opening your mouth slightly, he takes his chances and shoves your panties into your mouth. He coos, squeezing your face mockingly “look so pretty with tears in your eyes”

You squirm under him as he unbuckles his belt, pulling him by his shirt as he leans back. He falls forward from your eagerness, catching himself with his hands as you unbutton his jeans.

Haechan chuckles you himself, he was glad you wanted this, but even if you didn’t he didn’t care. He was cold-hearted and sick but unlike him, you hid those desires.

You spit the panties out, begging him to fuck you as he hovers over you. “Never letting you go” haechan whispers, slamming into you as he wraps your legs around his waist.

You lock your legs behind him, making him slam harder into you due to the locked position. He scoffs, ripping your legs apart and folding them to your sides, keeping them pinned as he lifts himself slightly to fuck you harder.

Your nails dig into his biceps, loud moans spilling from you as you chant out his name. His hands wrap around your throat as he lets go of your legs “Would do anything to see my pretty girl under me, wish you could see yourself. Needy eyes while I choke you out”

You don’t bother moving your legs as he fucks you onto the ground. Heavy pants and wet skin slapping fill the room as his cock curves into you. Your eyes roll back as he puts more pressure on your neck. You gasp for air as he smiles down at you.

You can’t seem to make out what he’s saying as your ears start to ring “can’t breathe? Go on baby breathe” he mocks as he starts to push his weight onto you more.

He lets go, your eyes watering and eyes red as you catch your breath. You looked at haechan like he was the only thing that mattered. You knew you would love him no matter what.

The orgasm hits you hard, legs shaking and whiny squeals leaving you as his hands pierce your hips. Loud moans leave you as you scratch his arms. Haechans eyes close shut as you squeeze around him.

Your pussy throbbing around him as his pace becomes sloppy. “Fuckkk” haechan cries out as he slams into you one last time, his thick cum coating your walls as he fills you.

You lay back with your eyes almost closed; dizzy from the orgasm. “Missed you so much” haechan hums as he leans forward for a kiss.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you kiss him deeply “missed you too”

#nct smut #haechan #haechan smut #haechan nct #kpop smut #smut #nct dream smut #dark content #cw #cnc cw

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thefloatingstone · 4 months

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Not to be like "haha I'm better than you guys!!!" or elitist or anything because that very sincerely is NOT the point of this post.... but I never really understood people extremely love for Harry Potter.

I read them as they were coming out. Most of the time they came out soon enough that I was the same age as Harry. I liked them. They were cool. Goblet of Fire was my favourite and I was always happy to see what story the next book would bring but that's all it was. Interest to see the next story whenever it came out. Like a sitcom you enjoy but you didn't set your tv to record for you in case you missed it.

And then the word "Chosen one" was uttered and, just like that, I fucking lost all interest. Honestly there was "Chosen one" talk in the 4th book and already I was like

Honestly I think I liked Goblet of Fire the most because there was no friggen Quidditch. And there was less focus on the SCHOOL part of Harry Potter and more this weird Video game Quest setup which just appealed to me more.

In retrospect, I think that might be a big part of why I enjoyed it but never LOVED it like other people.

"Oh boy my absolute biggest most favourite fantasy! THE BRITISH EDUCATION SYSTEM!!!!"

The fact that the books take place in a school seemed like a default to me because, well, most teenage focused cartoons and shows I watched had the main characters at school. Because they're teenagers. But the school wasn't why I enjoyed the books. The school was just a location. No I didn't want to go to Hogwarts. No I didn't want to get attached to a specific school house (although I feel it worth mentioning that when I was 13 I did the online house quiz thing on the official site and it said I was Hufflepuff so make of that what you will).

I really disliked whatever the one was that came after Goblet of Fire. So much so that it completely killed any and all enjoyment I had in the series. Which, considering I was only mildly entertained by them wasn't a massive loss or anything.

I know I read whichever book it was where Dumbledore died but I very genuinely cannot remember one single thing that happens in that book whatsoever. I read half of the Deathly Hallows after coming back from College and gave up because I wasn't enjoying any of it and I never picked the book up again.

I saw the first movie in theaters when I was 13 and I did not like it. It was visually very very dark and gloomy and just... extremely uninteresting to me. Idk how to explain it. The first book just felt so much more vibrant than what I was watching on screen.

I know I saw the 2nd movie although I have no memory of where or why. And I... THINK I saw the third one??? I think??? I'm actually not sure. But that's about where I just stopped and completely lost interest.

Because it wasn't very good.

They just weren't very good books.

They weren't TERRIBLE or anything like that but they were just so.... blah. The earlier ones 13 year old me enjoyed the one time I read each of them but I don't think 13 year old me had the best taste considering I also disliked the Princess Bride at this age.

But I was reading other books because I was a kid with ADHD in high school who desperately needed something stimulating to stop myself from going insane. And frankly, there were just far better books out there. Books I actually re-read. Books I borrowed from friends which ere just... so much better and more interesting.

So I just don't understand this insane appeal so many people have for it, even if they have severed that connection due to Jowling Kowling Rowling's bufoonery and showing herself to be a withered old crone with a shrivled heart and mind every time she opens her mouth.

I grew up with these books the same way as a lot of people. I was the exact age to go through the series' highest popularity and I just did not click with them despite reading them.

So seeing so many people my age or a little younger try and do their best to re-analyse and de-tangle what the books actually are and that... maybe.... just maybe.... they might not have been very good?? Maybe?? is very weird to me because I'm just like.

"Yeah they're overrated as hell and not that interesting."

It's a very weird thing to live through because it's like looking into a bizarro version of the world you remember living through... but not like THAT. I remember the Pokemon craze and yes, it was like that. I remember when anime started to become big and yes, it was like that. I remember DBZ airing and yes, it was like that.

But this insanity around Harry Potter while it was releasing?

Yeah I don't remember it being like that at all.

They were just mediocre books I read because I needed something to occupy my attention and eventually they got worse and worse and I just stopped reading them. That's all.

#I'm watching a youtube essay on the weak writing in the HP books #and it's like looking into an insane alternate reality where people really were THIS obsessed with this franchise #It's a very uncomfortable feeling #Like your memories don't line up with everyone else's despite knowing you were there #text post #cw #Harry Potter #JK Rowling #rambling #For context I grew up reading Terry Pratchett #I read my first Pratchett book when I was 11 #14 year old me groaning at the concept of a chosen one probably says a lot about my media criticism even as a child

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waywardbabysis · 21 days

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"Hey siri play Do the Lasso by Justin Champagne."

😏😍🤤🥵😅

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iliumheightnights · 1 year

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Rest | Clark Kent x Male Reader

Fandom: Superman, Arrowverse Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader Summary: Hero work takes a lot out of a person, even Superman. Sometimes he just needs a break. A bit of time to rest.

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“Thank you Superman!”

Clark smiled as he flew away from the scene. He had just helped put out a rather out of control fire that was dangerously close to a hospital. The firefighters had been on the way, but of course Superman was faster. Thanks to Clarks intervention the fire was put out rather quickly and there were no casualties. Maybe a few burns, but nothing life changing.

That was a great feeling. Sometimes situations like that don't always end well.

He was on his way back home when he heard a loud bang come from a construction site not far away. Home would have to wait as he adjusted his flight path. Something told him that perhaps that night was going to be a long one.

Clark was right. One thing led to another the entire night. The construction site issue was a beam falling and causing a worker to dangle from the top of the building until Superman saved him. Then after that there was a robbery, then there was a cat that was stuck in a tree. There were just a lot of things happening. By the time he had finally returned home, it was already seven in the morning.

When he entered he saw M/n was already up and sitting on the couch. “Welcome home. Long night huh?” Clark let out a yawn and stretched his arms. “You can say that again.” He gave a tired smile to his boyfriend before walking over and laying down over M/n’s lap. Clark hadn’t even bothered to change out of his suit, that’s how M/n knew his boyfriend was tired. That wasn’t always the most comfortable thing and normally he was always ready to get out of it.

M/n smiled and gently ran his hands through Clark’s hair. “Well at least you’re home now. So, were there any fun stories about tonight?” Clark hummed. “There was a cat stuck in a tree. Pretty easy except it kept trying to scratch me.” M/n laughed at that and looked Clark over. Of course there weren’t any visible scratches. “Well good thing you have that impenetrable skin.” Clark could hear the smirk in that sentence. “Very funny.”

Not long after that the sound of gentle snoring could be heard. M/n looked down to see that Clark had fallen asleep and smiled. He’d try to move Clark, but not now. For now he’d let Clark stay right there, right where he was. He deserved his sleep after everything he’s done for everyone.

M/n then picked up the remote and turned down the tv. He knew he’d be stuck there for a little while.

#superman #clark kent #cw #the cw #tyler hoechlin #x male reader #x male!reader #x reader #clark kent x male reader #clark kent x male!reader #superman x male reader #superman x male!reader #arrowverse #dctv

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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Irreplaceable Pt. 2 | Yandere!Avengers x Reader

It'd been about three weeks since you'd had your life taken away from you.

You'd been living in the Avengers Tower seeing as you had no where else to go.

When you tried to call your parents the first week, Natasha was the one that decided to tell you that they'd been arrested by SHEILD for having relations with HYDRA.

You didn't believe her, but she was quick to bring you to their holding cells.

You and your parents both knew that it was the Avengers doing, but had no power or evidence to show it.

You'd wept for days after that.

Your ex-friends had really taken everything that had meaning to you.

And now, you were laying across one of the many luxury couches in one of the many common rooms of the tower.

You would much rather be in your room, but Tony made sure that Jarvis locked you out after 9 o'clock. He believed that forcing you out to hang with everyone would get you back to how you used to be. Or at least somewhere close to it.

Sooner or later, you would realize that all of this was for you.

Natasha was sat beside you, legs crossed with wireless earphones in, watching whatever on her phone.

There was always someone with you once you were forced out of your room. You barely got any time alone when you were awake.

Hell, you couldn't even get any time alone at night anymore. The anxiety from having your life taken from you made it impossible to sleep and Tony was quick to get you medicated to help out with that.

You still felt like shit either way.

Steve came strolling into the living area, bidding you both a good morning.

You gave no kind of response, staring forward at nothing in particular, wrapped up in a light blue, fleece blanket that you'd received as a gift from a friend when you'd first gotten ownership of the library.

"Hey, (Y/N), did you eat this morning?" Steve asked, at your lack of answer, he sighed exasperatingly, "Come on, (Y/N), you know that you have to eat. You'll never feel better if you just lay around all day."

Natasha began to stroke your head, trying to get you to pay attention but you quickly slapped her hand away and pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

"I'll never feel better. You guys can sit here and pretend that we're one big happy family, but I'm not playing." You started, voice shaky with anger and sadness, "You never supported me and abused your power to take away my life and made me dependent on you guys. And now you guys want me to be happy?"

Steve and Natasha only stared. Were they taking in your words? Who knows. You didn't care.

"No. I will not give you my happiness or my willing compliance. None of you deserve that part of me anymore."

"I have brought poptarts for Young (Y/N)!" Thor's boisterous voice boomed, a warm plate of freshly toastered poptarts in his hands for you both to share.

At the sullen atmosphere, Thor looked between his friends, "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, Thor. (Y/N)'s just a little hangry. Thanks for bringing the poptarts." Natasha answered for you, gesturing for the god to come over, "You guys eat while Steve and I go find the guys."

You watched the two leave and pushed the plates of poptarts away from your person, leaving Thor in the dust and hiding away in the bathroom, ignoring his calls for you.

You lowered yourself to the cool tile, gripping fistfuls of your hair.

Why?

Why did this have to happen to you?

Why did they do this to you?

You wished there was some way to get out of this, but... where would you even go?

You couldn't survive homelessness in New York. And it'd be increasingly hard to find a job now that you had a criminal record due to your 'friends' planting confidential information in your library.

And even if you did land a job, it wouldn't provide you with a livable wage. You'd be barely surviving.

And could you ever really escape the Avengers?

Though the better question was, could you survive playing family with them? You doubted they would ever grow tired of you.

They really made sure that you had no other choice.

A knock on the door jolted you from your spiraling mental, "(Y/N), what did I tell you about hiding in the bathroom?!" It was Tony, the one you hated the most.

You could feel something in your mind cracking again, somehow worse than when your library was taken. Everything was really starting to close in on you.

These bastards... these bastards really wanted you to be happy for them... like some kind of fucking dog they found abandoned in the freezing cold.

Tony knocked more and you could hear Bruce telling him to ease up, "You're gonna scare them. They'll open it when they're ready."

Oh, but you'd never be ready.

The knocking stopped and you continued to stay seated on the ground, staring at the tile and hands tightly gripping your hair.

Why couldn't they have just left you alone like you'd asked?

You were left alone to your spiraling thoughts, your breathing growing more and more intense. Your heart beat through your chest, screaming and riving to be let out.

Your vision was starting to go spotty. Nothing else mattered but how angry you were. All you could see was bright red.

A scream ripped from your throat, splattering the confined walls of the bathroom and spilling out through the crevices of the closed door.

Pain began to blossom on your head, but you didn't care. You were too angry to care about physical pain.

Why and what were you being punished for?

Why had these demons, calling themselves angels, from hell do everything they could in their power to knock you down to try and piece you back together?

What gave them the right?

Now you were on the bathroom floor losing your mind when you could've been helping a young woman find a good book to check out or having a bagel from across the street while you read at the counter.

"(Y/N)! Goddamnit! (Y/N), STOP!" Bruce was on your back, desperately trying to grab your hands.

You fought against him, screaming to be left alone but he didn't. He just kept your hands away from your head and instructed you to breathe.

Once your breathing was under control, you noticed that something was in your hands and slowly glanced over, whimpering when you'd noticed what you'd done.

Thick clumps of hair were gripped tightly in both your bloodied fists. And there were plenty more strands and clumps decorating the tiled floor around you accompanied by droplets of blood.

You tried to stand up but Bruce kept you on the ground and you growled, "Get off! Let me see!" You snapped, tears welling in your eyes.

"No!" He snapped back, "It's not bad... there's no need to look."

"You're a fucking liar." You sobbed, "All of you are liars!"

Once you'd wept yourself to sleep and had been put to bed early, the team decided to have a late night meeting.

Tony took a swig of his scotch. He rubbed a hand down his face. Everyone was silent, waiting for someone to speak up.

"Ok, they're not adjusting. I admit it." Tony spoke.

"Yeah, just like I'd warned." Natasha reminded coolly.

"We should've went about this more slowly. (Y/N) could've easily been coaxed to live here." Clint added, arms crossed.

Steve shook his head, "No, they loved that library way too much... worked too hard to get it. They never would've left that library for us."

Bruce tapped a finger against the table impatiently, "We have to do something. We can't carry on like everything's normal," He had a hard frown stuck on his face, "(Y/N) is not ok. We brought them here for their own good and they seem to be doing worse than ever."

They all went silent again. What were they going to do?

Natasha's eyes sparked and she looked over at Clint with a knowing gaze, "Clint, isn't there an agent with memory-altering abilities?"

Clint visibly brightened at that, "Agent Keller."

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"(Y/N), it's time to wake up. Steve is almost finished making breakfast downstairs." JARVIS spoke calmly.

With a big stretch, you yawned and rolled out of bed. A dull throb throughout your head made it's presence known and you winced slightly, making your way to the common area.

"Hey, everybody!" You called out.

"(Y/N)!" Steve greeted, "You made it just in time. I just finished the banana pancakes, you want any eggs and bacon before they get taken?" He asked.

You shrugged, nodding tiredly, "Yeah, I'll have some."

Everyone began to make their way to the table, plates stacked with food.

Tony was the last to arrive, smiling at you carefully, "How's your head feeling?"

You smiled back, a fond smile, "A little sore... but the medicine you gave me is making it manageable."

Clint nodded at that, "Yeah, having your hair ripped off by a beggar will do that." He teased.

You chuckled back, "Yeah... also... I had a crazy ass dream last night. I was a bookkeeper with a whole book store. A bookkeeper, can you guys believe that?" You ate a bite of eggs with a thoughtful gaze, "But... it was so nice."

Natasha hummed at that, her chin resting in her hand as she stared at you quizzingly, "But not as nice as being here with us, right?"

You shook your head, "No, I suppose not."