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thegayghestieprompter · 4 months

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Random Papa HCs

(click for more, not nsfw but i wrote a LOT)

Primo<3

Primo was like. THE parentified child. If you think Nihil wasn't out being a Slut™ for the Whole Time you are WRONG!!!

He loves his brothers. Even Copia. Even before he knew they were biologically related.

He is Filled With Anxiety™ all the TIME. Being raised to grow up almost immediately is tough, yeah

This man. This man is so romantic. Like. He will love you forever and ever and ever and ever. And he will make sure you know it. You are going on All of The Dates. You are going to be given gifts randomly. Mostly flowers. He likes flowers

He likes flowers :3

can't cook for shit

Upon revival he looks a bit younger, like 60s/70s rather than like 80+ and definitely has long blond hair. This one is here because I like Peemo with hair. I want to touch his hair. I think I love hi

Sighs. Pansexual.

6ft tall

His legal first name is Federico. I don't know why, I found it on a baby name site and I love her (the name. Primo's pronouns are He/Him)

His pronouns are probably He/Him

Secondo<3

Slut. The Worst Sassy Bitch from 18 to like 29

He's like actually sweet but only if he is In Love with you

He loves his brothers. This does NOT mean he is nice to them

Everyone annoys him all of the time. There are no exceptions.

Only dates humans. Is confused as to why anyone(Terzo..Copia..) would date a ghoul. Ghoul-fucker. Ew. Nasty.

So he might be bi. I think he is

He's a Bisexual Bitch and I want tokiss hi

He's so fine

^^^not a headcanon thats actually a fact

Bald forever<3

cooks so fucking good. never cooks though :(

He had blond hair too when he was WAYY younger except he was like "ew i look like my older brother who acts like a MOM. dying this shit brown"

Wavy with some curls<3

Another He/Him!?!?

A Slut And Whore™ until he falls in love. On the rare occasion that he does he falls HARD. Stupid little dumby. I love hi

His legal first name would be Vincenzo. No elaboration. I just Think So therefore its true

6'2, says he's 6ft because he never actually checked, Terzo tells people he's 5'9

Terzo<3

short fuck. he's literally 4'9 and its literally canon and thats so fucking funny

Whore but not in a slutty way. He fake-romances like any sibling of sin and then gets FUCKED and then DIPS. Suddenly he has a lot of paperwork to get to

Slut but not in a whorish way. Wears revealing clothing for Omega but still the fancy kind. Kabukiaku has it down and I love her for that

Stupid old man with smile lines face wrinkles i think i need to kiss h

Did you know his confidence is the fakest shit because boy he is SO insecure (i have an angst problem this is my fault sorry

Ghoul-fucker

Loves to annoy Secondo. Gets pissed when Secondo gets mad. Tries to bother Primo. Gets pissed when Primo is kind and open to him. Hates Copia. Gets pissed when Copia Exists.

He romancess everyone with at least One Rose. IDK why but purple and red are so pretty together and he looks so romantic he is a very romantic man btw so he uses roses to stealyou

Hear me out. "Antonio"

Sorry I didn't elaborate his legal first name should be Antonio because??? yeah

Most people use He/Him for Terzo, he doesn't mind He/They. He just doesn't care. Basically cis he/him who is okie dokie with a little "they/them" here and there

he can't cook for shit

he's handsome

he's stupid

he's an idiot

he's so fine

he's my boyfriend

sorry for last bullet thats not a hc i just love him :(

Copia<3

Sigh<3

5'7. u3u

he's not that slutty actually he's too dorky to even properly romance someone. you give him hints? he thinks you're really friendly. he tries to give you hints? they are not understandable

Rats. Everywhere. He has pet rats. This is canon and if you disagree you are Wrong

be the rat you want to see in the world

that wasnt a hc sorry. He/Him

GREY HAIRS IN HIS BROWN HAIR GREY HAIRS SO MANY AND I NEED HIM. I LVOE HIM

sorry guys. i put myself back into my cage i am normal again. he has that cute little giggle. like that kind of laugh you hear that makes you just stop and stare at the person for a bit because You Are In Love With H

his smile is sooo sweet

He doesn't have fangs but he has sliiiightly crooked teeth that look kinda like em :)

he loves his brothers. He likes Primo and is closest with him cause Primo was active in his childhood and hung out with him and stuff. He respects Secondo but Secondo didn't really interact much in his childhood. He'll gladly make conversation and try to say hi when he sees him. He always kindly greets Terzo and awkwardly babbles about random shit getting progressively more nervous when Terzo is obviously annoyed

Hi. He's pretty

His office has plants that Primo gave him

He has every Employee of the Month award on his wall in his office

He can't cook for shit

take out<3

doordash<3

Pansexual<3

Ghoul-fucker

he's my husband

sorry no he's not. i lied. do you forgive me

ummmmm

rats?

yeah

Nihil >:( >:( 🤬🤬🤬

I hate him

Ugly old wrinkly BITCHSTICK

terrible

cheater

fuckass dumbfuck

i hate him

he's stupid/neg

i don't like him

young nihil is sooooo fine i need him in my household

i hate him

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8thhousemomfriend · 3 years

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The signs at their worst

Today my Pisces guy friend questioned why there was such a bad stereotype surrounding Pisces men. I said correlations have been collected. Then it got me thinking about how I would sum up the epitome of a bad pisces and/or their bad qualities. Then I thought about how many people also hate cancers.. and also hate every other sign for one reason or another. And so this post is born. Sorry for being a bitch ily. Starting w pisces bc they were my inspiration <3 Also idk it’s not unique but I had fun

Pisces at their worst: a passive aggressive pathological liar with both a victim complex and raging superiority complex. Won’t stand up for themselves then complains about it. And won’t shut the fuck up about their acid trip. It’s not that unique but I’m glad you have empathy now ig

Aries at their worst: so angry and self centered they actually become 10x dumber. Extremely selfish and grandiose self image. Will be just straight up mean, and pick on you like a 3rd grade bully lol. The type to take out all of their past aggression from the past 10 years on you because you said they cooked the pasta for too long

Taurus at their worst: a gluttonous lazy fuck watching hentai with cheeto puff dust all over their face. Still thinks they have the right to the highest standard in a partner, and the right to critique others looks in great detail

Gemini at their worst: I’m so sorry but a fake bitch that won’t shut the fuck up. Zero empathy, purposefully not reading the room because they want to talk in order to hide from their inner worlds and escape responsibilities

Cancer at their worst: boring self pitying lazy bitch who’s not gonna tell you what they need. Will go cold on you in an instant because of a micro expression. Playing too uwu and innocent for no fucking reason like stop. Thinks they’re different then other cancers and isn’t

Leo at their worst: Fake superficial hoe that can shoot the nastiest looks you’ve ever seen. Incredibly obvious fragile shield of self importance and self respect. Really they’re going out every night and are broke bc they spent all their money on Shein and alcohol

Virgo at their worst: the most annoying mother fucking nitpickers. Will hyper focus on tiny mistakes in your grammar and make it huge deal for some reason instead of just admitting they’re wrong… or even worse, that you’re right. If you make them angry, these are the people that will actually destroy you and turn heartless. They see everything about you. Very obvious god complex that reflects feeling extremely unworthy on a core level

Libra at their worst: like gemini, the fakest most plastic snakes ever. Even more fake then gemini. Because they’ll sugar coat and patronize you the entire time they’re pretending to like you. The most stalker-y paranoid people I’ve met. Will actually think you’re a bad gross person bc you didn’t blend your foundation onto your neck.

Scorpio at their worst: straight up rude nasty and mean. Just cruel. Will intentionally radiate the darkest meanest energy towards you. Will not talk to you. Will talk shit. Very stereotypical mean person things but taken to the next level. Def will try to destroy you mentally

Sagittarius at their worst: faux clown. Pretending to be oblivious to their asshole behavior by writing it off as honest and ‘a joke’ non thinkers that will plunge themselves into parties and drugs and then literally roast you when you ask why their rent is three weeks late. Just go to fucking therapy

Capricorn at their worst: boring and judgmental. Idk. Just like boring mean people that do coke and think they’re better than you because in five years they’ve planned to have a house, 2.5 kids, a dog, and veneers. Will bypass all morals to be number one in a system that doesn’t matter, and doesn’t give a single fuck about them

Aquarius at their worst: has the audacity to be annoying and pretentious when they’re literally a gamer. Thinks they’re unique because they watched a video about the pineal gland and draws star freckles on their face with eyeliner. Refuses to bring themselves down to earth and make connections in order to protect their god complex but will complain about being alone… and then when people reach out they stay ghosting

All roasts welcome in the comments <3 let’s be mean

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badmoon--rising · 3 years

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Code Breaker

HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOOOOO I’m gonna watch the extended version bc I have the dvd >:)

Scott :( 💔

Chris’s reaction hurts. I still think the plot and both Scott and Chris’s character themes would have been realized better if Chris actually liked Scott throughout s1 and wasn’t such a fucking menace

“Just kill me I don’t care anymore” I’m fine.

GOD THE WAY ALLISON’S FALL WAS SHOT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

SCOOOOTTT NOOOOOOOO Q__Q iM SO FUCJING SAD UGHHHHHH.........

Nice compartmentalizing, Stiles

Lmao his trans ass getting The Most offended at Peter’s period joke

CHRIS THROWING THE LAMP IS SO ICONIC I LOVR HIM

I adore how much Chris loves Allison

Nice pride and prejudice hand flex

God Alison’s mom is so fucking scary

Stiles’s agency being taken away motif that is all. It happens so often

Scottttt :’(((( I love you so much ughhhh I want to hug him so bad it’s gonna be okay I promise.....

God the face slamming scene. He just wants to protect Scott......

Stilinski’s motivations in this scene were so weird?? I guess they just wanted to build tension lmao but it made no sense really

Ohhhhhh the extended version of Peter convincing Stiles to help him :((( pain. Peter is like “you’ll help me because it’ll save Scott” and Stiles whips his head towards him and asks “what do you mean?” and his voice is so shaky he loves Scott so much :’((((((

Ok but the Allison username and password joke is funny. I love Scott

The fakest rock in the world

GO SCOTT GOOOOOOOO

Hi Derek :)

Awooooooooo

NOOOO STOP RUNNING ON ALL FOURS I HATE JT

SHDJSKFKDK ITS LOADING the extended version is fun

God...... the hospital scene. It kinda fucks not gonna lie

Peter going “I like you Stiles” and Stiles being like oh my fucking god I hate it here

Jokes on you Peter Stiles loves being by Scott’s side bc who fucking wouldn’t and also he loves him

Stiles always protecting Scott first and foremost, even over Lydia. Ugh. Yeah.

Oh my fucking god I wish they kept the “Peter convinces Stiles” scene I talked about earlier in the actual episode bc Peter says something along the lines of “if the Argents catch him, and they will, they’ll kill him without question” and when Stiles realizes Scott isn’t safe in the hospital it hits him like a ton of bricks and you can see it on his face. Girl help.

NOW ITS SCOTTS TURN TO STAND OMINOUSLY IN THE SHADOWS!!!!!!! RIGHTS!!!!

People keep man handling Stiles. No agency motif

STILES DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL SJDNDKFKFKKD

God that hair ruffle transed my gender in 2014

“You’re not in love Scott you’re 16 years old” Derek is 100% talking about himself and he’s trying to protect Scott from doing what he did

THIS SCENE IS SO FUNNY STILES LYING IMMEDIATELY AND JACKSON CANT LIE FOR SHIT

Derek :( I’m so sorry

No agency motif part 3

God.... Chris’s best friend backstory :(

The VENOM in the way Stiles is like “would you prefer I lock him in a basement and burn the whole house down around him?” Yes.

Aww Scott and Derek leaving the tunnel together. They look kinda like brothers :’)

Scott I adore you so much, he’s so funny in this scene. His exasperated “thank you” whisper sndndkkfkd

God Scott cant believe Allison is doing this I’m in pain

DEREK DRAGGING SCOTT AWAY ;__;

OH FUCK THEY KILLED DEREK OH GOD OH FUCK

OKAY. THE LINE “I did what I was told to do” IN THE MOST VULNERABLE VOICE IVE EVER HEARD COME OUT OF KATE IS SO INTERESTING. GERARD FUCKED UP HER HEAD SO BAD.

Chris I love you

Peter’s just running around and bumping into people lmao

“COME ONNNN”

Oghhhh Allison still cares about Kate so much bb noooo

Bye Kate ✌️

HI SCOTT!!!

HI DEREK!!!!

Oh my god Peter’s fucked up dog face lmao

Stiles drive on the fucking path you idiot

YESSSS PRACTICAL EFECTS PETER

Poetic cinema of him getting burned alive again. Fucked up

Allison you are way too calm

Incredibly this kiss is the most dramatic scene in the episode lmao

OKAY BUT THE CG OF SCOTT DETRANSFORMING IS SO GOOD ACTUALLY

“Why’d you do that” ohhh scottttt :’( I lov u

Okay but Peter did kill Derek’s fucking older sister in cold blood soooooo Derek gets murder rights

Bye penis hale

I’m the alpha now ❤️

YESSS THE DOOR GAG!!!!!!!!!I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Stiles you are a fucking idiot I don’t care if the fandom thinks you’re the smartest bitch ever they’re wrong

Ohhh my god in the extended version when they’re over Lydia and they’re gonna check the bite stiles is like “do it” and Scott goes “you do it” and hes like “I cant I’m way too worried” ;__; I love this particular trio a lot, the way Scott and Stiles care about Lydia so much kills me. Stiles can’t even look at her

“What the hell is she” she’s something :)

Hi evil Derek LMAO

God y’all Argents are fucked up beyond belief

Awison... I miss u. I’m glad Scott’s happy....... these two ugh

AAAAND THERE IT IS, SEASON ONE FINISHED!!! 👏👏👏👏 I cant believe I used to hate this season, thank god I have a brain now. It’s genuinely so fun and enjoyable, I love it here 💕💕

#hrwtw #code breaker #1x12 #teen wolf #teen wolf rewatch #teen wolf liveblog #season one you were so good to me ilysm 😚#code breaker extended version #code breaker extended #trans stiles #trans stiles stilinski #teen wolf season 1 #cw long post #long post #text heavy

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kulabutterfly · 4 years

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Joy Package: Toxic what? (M) JJK

Joy package are stories that consist of 3 main characters which are Seokjin, Jungkook and Jimin. They were in a band called Black Swan, Jimin as a vocalist, Seokjin as their guitarist and song-writer, and Jungkook as their basist.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, SLIGHT reader x female housemate

Genre: Smut, uh slight angst? idek lmao

Synopsis: It’s your first time meeting your new housemate and you’re kinda a bitch and then just Jungkook.. needs your help on something..

A/N: this story was set back then when you first meet your housemates. Also you can read: Joy Package: Cabin By The Lake

“You’re leaving?”

I was buttoning my shirts when Jungkook woke up, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, Jungkook. It’s almost 3.”

“In the morning???” He panicked and looked for his phone. “Fuck I have meeting at 8pm!”

I sighed and shook my head, annoyingly. “3 in the evening! God, are you still drunk?”

“Oh.” he laid back on his bed, releasing a sigh of relief. ”Thank God. Jin would’ve killed me. We have a new member joining.”

“You guys found a new drummer?” I asked and he shrugged. “Jimin found him.”

“Well, I hope he’s as good as Chanyeol.”

“Don’t fucking mention his name!” He hissed. “And when you leave, lock the fucking door. I’m going back to sleep.” He turned his back against me and covered himself up to his face with a blanket.

I rolled my eyes, picked up my bag and left.

I finally reached the house I rented, I changed to slippers as I entered the house.

“Ouch, Taehyung! That’s so fucking hurt, slow the fuck down!”

“Just fucking hold it, bitch.”

“Ouch! Stop it!

I frowned upon hearing the sound that came from the living room. Wait what the fuck? Did they had sex in the living room that is so fucking gross.

I huffed annoyingly and decided to just go for it and act like I don’t see them. Ugh, why did my room have to be across the living room?!

I quickly walked through behind them without even looking, disgusted to even think about it.

“Y/N?” I stopped. Shit.

“Or Chaewon?”

I turned to look at the voice calling me and see a girl with pink hair, standing, facing me. I gave her my fakest smile ever.

“It’s Y/N.” Not intended to sound rude, but whatever, I guess.

“Oh, hi. I’m Minjoo.” she smiled, pulling out her hands to shake mine. Ew do I have to shake her hand? Her hands probably filth with dick before.

“I just sneezed. Sorry.” I gave out an excuse. I looked over behind her and saw the guy she’s with.

“Oh, that’s Taehyung.” she said as if she knew what I’m looking at and the guy waved his hand back at me, smiling slightly. I nodded. Not that I really care.

“You guys continue. I’ll just head back to my room.”

I was taking a nap because my work starts at 7pm when suddenly I heard a knock coming from the door. I tried to ignore it and figure, it’ll go away soon but it has been 30 fucking seconds! I sighed and started to walk towards the door.

“Yes?” Myr voice was kinda hoarse. I glare at the girl who’s looking at me that is smiling ever so happily.

“We’re drinking beers for our first meeting! Let’s go.” Chaewon pulled my hand before I got the chance to say anything and drag me to our shared living room.

“Who the fuck drinking beers at five-” my words was cut by Chaewon screaming, “Okay let’s start! Y/N come here sit beside me.”

We all sat on the floor together.

“Uhh, I don’t drink.” Minjoo said and I widened my eyes, surprised.

“You don’t? Wait, how old are you?” Chaewon asked. She looked like she's my age though. I think to myself.

Taehyung laughed when he heard Chaewon’s question and she frowned in confusion. Minjoo looks embarrassed. “She’s 24 but she just can’t drink.”

“Shut up, Tae.” Minjoo hissed. “Yeah I just choose not to.”

“But I thought you guys were playing drinking games before?” Chaewon ask frowning and knitting both of her eyebrows.

“Because he’s forcing me to.” She whined. “But you guys go on.”

“If everyone drinks it, you should drink it too.” I suddenly voiced out and everyone was kinda gasped.

I don’t mean to sound rude but what is this girl doing ruining our fun? I slightly rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Yeah Minjoo. Try it once, please?” Taehyung pleaded while making cute puppy eyes.

“You never drank before?” I scoffed. This girl is a loser.

“I don’t even want to try it before.” Minjoo rolled her eyes and I let out a sneer.

“Why?” Chaewon asked, probably wanting to neutralize the solemn feelings she felt. She looks like she’s scared me and Minjoo are going to fight or whatever.

“My uncle passed away due to excessive alcohol when I was 12. So, I don’t really find the need to drink those poison.” She rolled her eyes again.

“Oh, Minjoo. I’m sorry I didn’t know-” Chaewon said sorry and she cut her off.

“It’s fine he deserved it anyway.” She shrugged.

“You won’t die by just having a sip, Minjooh.” I said, emphasizing the H at the back, mocking her.

“It’s Minjoo. And sure yea whatever.” She opened a can of beer, and gulped all of them in one shot.

Taehyung tried to stop her but before he could even say anything, she finished the whole can.

“Cheers!” she waved the empty can and then burped. Gosh, she’s such a loser.

I scoffed and opened a can of beer as well and took a sip lightly. “So, Chae. What do you want us to do now?” I raised my brows at her and took another sip.

“Hmm since we all just met, why don’t we.. ummm play 20 questions?” she clasped her hands together, smiling excitedly.

“That’s so lame.” I rolled my eyes.

“Really? Hmmm then why don’t we play truth or dare?” She asked again. Still excited.

Minjoo burped one more time, her head lay on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yesssss truth or dareeee.. Tae I wanna play truth or dare…” she whined at Taehyung and fiddled her fingers on his face.

“Well, sounds good to me.” I shrugged.

“Okay so who’s going to start?” Chaewon asked and Minjoo poke her hands to the air screaming me me.

“Okay, Minjoo. You start.” she told her.

“Innie monnie moonie moorie uhh you.” she pointed her index finger directly to me. “I just met you but why do I feel that your bitch energy is too high?” She asked and I widened my eyes. Dang, this bitch is drunk.

“I didn’t say I’d choose the truth.” I fake a smile. “Dare.”

“I dare you to answer my question!”

“That’s not how it works. You’re lame.”

“I’m lame?? Well, uh you’re a bitch and your black jacket that you wore earlier is so cool and ugh you’re a model and that’s cool too.” Minjoo groaned.

I look at her with both eyebrows knitted together. “Thanks?”

“You’re welcome!” She groaned again.

“I think she’s drunk.” Chaewon told Tae and Minjoo screamed, “No I’m not who’s next?!”

“My turn.” I smirk. “Minjoo. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to fall for your tricks.” She huffed and continued to lay her head on Taehyung’s shoulder. It’s like she’s in her own world.

“Okay I dare you to suck your Mr. Boyfriend’s tongue.” I said before releasing an evil laugh. Oh God, am I drunk too?

Taehyung almost choked upon hearing my dare. “Uh I’m not her-”

“I don’t care. Minjoo, suck his tongue.”

Minjoo frowned. “That is so disgusting.”

“A dare is a dare.” I smirk.

Minjoo shrugged. “Well, it’s better to suck his tongue than his dick. Come’re Tae.”

Tae pushed her slightly trying to stay away from Minjoo’s face. “No Minjoo you’re drun-”

Minjoo cut Taehyung’s words by plasting her lips on his. She palmed both sides of Taehyung’s face, trying to enter his mouth but he won’t give her the access.

Minjoo whined when she failed. “Tae.. do you want me to lose to her? Please..” She whined again. “Open your fucking mouth.” She grabbed Taehyung’s jaw and forced his mouth open and before Taehyung could close it she slid her tongue inside. She took him in the mouth and sucked slowly from the tip all the way to the base.

“Nghn tongue..” Minjoo’s voice was muffled inside Taehyung’s mouth and suddenly she pulled out Taehyung’s tongue from his mouth with her mouth and sucked it. Like, lollipop suck it. What the fuck did I just see?

“Done.” She finally pulled away and wiped her mouth with her palm heel. As if it was nothing to her. Taehyung looked kinda flustered but he tried to hide it.

“Hey boy, it’s your turn.” I tapped Taehyung’s shoulder, asking him to ask questions.

“It's my turn!” Minjoo drunkely screamed. “It’s my turn.. Tae.. it’s my turn.”

“Shit, Minjoo you are so fucking drunk.” Taehyung grabbed Minjoo’s shoulder when she was tumbling to the front. She can’t even find her balance when she's just sitting there on the floor!

“Tae it’s my turn!” She screamed and Taehyung jolted. “Geez okay it’s your turn.” he complied.

“Innie monnie innie minnie you.” She pointed her finger towards Chaewon.

“Uhh.. truth.” she said.

“Boo! You’re a loser!” She showed her upside down thumb finger at me. “Choose dare!” She commanded.

“No.” Chaewon frowned, shaking her head. Who knows what she’ll dared her to do.

“CHOOSE DARE!!” She screamed again while stomping both of her feet. Oh my God.

“Chaewon, can you just choose dare. This is going nowhere.” Taehyung looked apologetic when he asked her and she sighed.

“Fine okay. Dare.” she gave up.

“Get yourself a love bite from anyone here. On the neck. I want it to be dark purple blooms. Dark. as dark as her heart!” she pointed at me and I rolled my eyes while sipping on another can of beer.

She looked at Tae, cause isn’t it obvious that he’s her only choice? But he won’t look at her. He avoided her eyes and pretended to check up on Minjoo.

She finally turned to look at me, and I don’t know why it’s probably cause I am drunk but I was smiling at her seductively.

“Come here, Chaewon.” I called for her and she came to me after hesitating for a few moments.t I reached out and cuppe one of her shoulders and urged her to come closer.

I gently brushed her hair that’s covering her neck to the other side while tilting her head so that I can have access to her neck.

“You smelled good.” I whispered with a low voice.

“Uhh.. Thanks..” she said with a shaky voice and I smiled as I traced the arch of one of her eyebrows with my forefingers. “Have you done anything like this with a girl before?”

“No.. not even with a guy..” she panted. I smiled as my tongue touched her skin, and then I suck, hard! Her eyes flew open as I growled and bit into her. I took one last deep breath before I licked the dark blooms and pulled away. I smiled with satisfaction.

“Yay that was one big love bite!” Minjoo clapped her hands. For a while, I actually forgot that she’s here.

Chaewon rubbed her neck to soothe the sting. “Taehyung, truth or dare?” She cleared her throat. Can’t bring herself to look at me.

“Truth.” Taehyung replied. Yeah, he saw everything that has happened so it’s a given he would choose the truth now.

“Uh..” she scratched the back of her head. “Oh, have you and Minjoo made out before? I mean, you guys say that you guys were friends, is it with benefits? Cause when you guys kissed earlier, uh… that’s look.. I don’t know.. You have right?”

“Minjoo hasn't even had her first kiss yet.” He pursed his lips. “Let alone sex.” He sighed while massaging his temple. Minjoo is now dead asleep on his lap.

“Wait but you guys just kiss-” Chaewon asked. Wow, I’m surprised.

“Yeah, that was her first kiss….”

“No way.” I don’t believe them. “You guys just fuck earlier, I heard you guys.” I scoffed.

“Huh? We didn’t?” Taehyung frowned.

“Then why the fuck she sounds like she’s in pain earlier?” I asked again.

“We were practicing for party games tomorrow. I was flicking her forehead”

“Oh.” I shrugged. “Oh well this turned out great.” I said as I got up from the floor. “It was nice spending time with you guys but I have work at 7. I gotta go and get ready.” I said and before I entered my room, I looked at Chaewon one last time and winked. Just to mess up with her. She’s so funny when she’s flustered.

“I have a meeting as well at 8.” Taehyung scratched his head.

“It’s okay I’ll clean up. Can you help Minjoo to her room?” Chaewon asked and he nodded.

Jungkook: Y/N wya

Me: home

Jungkook: my meeting’s at 8 and im bored

Me: so

Jungkook: fuck r u dumb

Jungkook: i need to get off

Me: jungkook i hv work at 7

Jungkook: so?

Me: use ur hand

Jungkook: do u think i dont try that before asking u?

Me: no

Me: i cant make it sorry

Jungkook: whatever bitch

I rolled my eyes and didn't even bother to reply to him. We literally just did it a few hours ago and now he wants to do it again? I’m too drunk for this shit.

I checked out the clock, it’s half past six. Damn it, I need to sober up. I took a warm shower and got myself ready for the gig that’s coming up tonight.

I still felt a bit dizzy so I decided to go to the kitchen and drink some hot tea and I saw Chaewon organizing the trash cans on the bin and washing the leftover dishes.

“Hey” I said short, not wanting to make things awkward between us. I know it was a game but I was kinda tipsy at that time so I couldn’t really think straight. My inner hoe just came out without I even realized.

She turned to look at me and I can see her dark hickey plastered on her neck. Damn it was so purple. “Oh hey.” She says, still sounded a bit awkward as she looked away, continuing what she was doing before.

I quickly make a cup of hot tea with lashings of milk and sugar. I slowly lifted the cup to my lips as I watched Chawon focus on cleaning the not so messy kitchen.

“Hey Chae.” I called out for her again after a few minutes of an awkward silence.

She jolted a bit upon hearing me and turned to look at me. I could tell that she’s nervous. “Yeah?”

“About earlier, it was a just a dare, okay? I also was kinda tipsy at that time, I can’t even think.”

She quickly nodded. “Yes yes, of course. I’m sorry it was just that-”

“You never did it before?” I cut off her sentence.

She scratches her head and slowly nods. “Yeah…”

“You have so many things to learn.” I smirk and out of sudden, her eyes turned bright and shine. I was in confusion as I knitted both of my brows together.

“You will teach me?” She asked, clasping both of her hands together.

“Huh?”

“Will you teach me?”

“Teach you what?”

“About those things!” She squeals.

“What? No. What the fuck?”

“Nooo whyy I mean can you just tell me stories and how to do those things. I always wondered how it happened and you seems so pro at it and I just want to-”

“Chaewon, stop.” I put out a hand sign for her to stop talking.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. “Or girlfriend?”

“No..”

“What’s your sexual orientation?” I asked again.

“I don’t know…”

“Hmm.. find that out first then maybe I’ll help you later.”

“Really?!” She squealed again, excited.

I just shrugged, took a last sip of my tea and left the house. Well, maybe living with housemates weren’t as lame as I imagined it would be.

Jungkook: are u still shooting?

Me: i just finished

Me: so tired

Jungkook: good come here

Me: i said im tired

Jungkook: come here please xx

I groaned upon seeing the texts from Jungkook. I stomped my feet as I walked to the bus stop nearest and waited for taxi to arrive.

10 minutes later, I reached Jungkook's apartment. He opened the door a few seconds after I pressed the doorbell with his brief and white t-shirt. That’s so Jungkook. I rolled my eyes as I entered the premises.

“Jungkook I just got back from shooting and I haven’t been sleeping-”

“I know! Sleep here please?” He pressed both of his hands together, pleading.

I rolled my eyes. “There’s no sleeping if I stayed here with you. I know you, babe.”

“I mean, yea after you helped me.”

“Help you with what?” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows.

“This.” he pointed down, pointing to the boxer he’s wearing AKA his dick. “Help me with this. I can’t get it up.”

“What the fuck? You called me for this? Just use your hand.” I throw my hands in the air, annoyed.

“I’ve tried it since last night and I can’t. Please baby, we have a party tonight and I need to get into business.”

“Do you know that you’re so disgusting? And no. I’m going home.” I wanted to leave but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his bathroom, shifted his hands under my ass and then set me up on the counter. My arms fell to my sides as he stepped back.

“Help me, Y/N. I’m desperate.”

“I have no idea how to help you, Jungkook. I mean, it’s not up to me to wake your member up.” I rolled my eyes again, for the 69th time.

“I do.” he says, his voice a little deeper. He removed his t-shirt. My eyes drop, take in his almost naked body. “I think it might be beneficial to us both.”

My fingers go to the small buttons that lined my dress and play with the top button but don't open it.

He finally kicked off his boxers. My breathing changes as he takes his dick into his hand and starts stroking. I licked my lips as I stared at his dick and fuck I can see it harden few seconds after.

“There.. Jungkook.. he’s up now…”

“Well, yes..” he says, and steps up to me. He slid his hand up my thighs as he opened it wide, and pushed my panties to the side. “I think I need more…”

“More what..” I ask breathlessly, my hips moving, squirming, as my hot core craves for his touch.

He slid a finger into me. “An orgasm or two.”

“Jungkook..” I gasp, my hands going to his shoulders as he fuck my soaking wet cunt with his finger. My eyes slip shut and my lips part as I toss my head from side to side, my hair a tumbling mess over my shoulders.

With his finger moving in and out of me, he then slid his tongue over my bottom lip, and leaned in for a taste. I kiss him back, my moans of excitement making Jungkook’s dick twitches.

I reaches down, takes his hard dick in my hands and he lets loose a loud growl. “Are you hard cause of me?” I ask, and as I stroke him, my pussy grows wetter. He chuckles and slides another finger in, wanting to bring me to orgasm so he can taste me.

He press his palm against my clit, and stimulate it as his finger fuck me and my hands grip his dick tighter. My pussy starts dripping as he pulls out of me. My hands fall from his cock as he lifts my body slightly and slides my panties down. He tosses them away, grip my legs and widen them even more.

He is desperate to taste me and to make me come all over his tongue. He buried his face between my legs, licked me, put his tongue inside and circle my clit with his thumb.

“Jungkook..” I cry out and a second later, my hot juice spills from my pussy. He growl and lap at me, drink me in, not wanting to miss a damn drop.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” he says as I continue to ripple and ride out the pleasure. My hips move, buck against his face, and when my body stops spasming, he stands and wipes his wet mouth.

“I’m still not done with you.” He carried me to his room and threw me lightly on his bed.

“Take off everything. I want to see your body.” he commanded and I quickly peel the dress and my bra off.

“I wanna fuck you in between here.” he climbed over me as he squeezed my breasts together. He then places a pillow under my head and angles it, so my mouth can take his dick as well.

“Perfect. Now squeeze it together, tightly. Okay baby?” He says, and straddles my body. He slid his cock between my tits, and I opened my mouth when his member’s head pressed against my lips with each forward thrust. He rocks into me, and I swirl my tongue over him.

“Yeah, just like that, baby.” He says. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

I quiver at his words. My tits are squeezing him so tight, and my mouth is doing crazy things to his dick. He thrusts into me harder, faster, chasing an orgasm as I moan around his head, the vibrations going right through him.

“Yes!” I cried out between each thrust.

“Ugh, Y/N” he growls, every muscle his body tightening as his orgasm mounts. “You ready to taste me?”

I nod and he pulls off my breast, slides his hand around the back of my neck and fills my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed and drank him in, but he came so much I can’t take it all. It spills from my lips, and when he finally drys himself and pulls out, I licks my mouth, cleaning the bits of cum.

He can barely catch his breath as he watches me. When I licked the last of his release, he turned me around and lifted my ass. “I always want to fuck you here.” he say, and slide his finger between my ass. He circles my tight opening and inserts his finger inside my butthole slightly. “It won’t be tonight though. It will take time to prepare you properly.” I move against his finger, and squirms on the bed.

He literally just came, but seeing me on my knees like this makes his cock grow hard again. He slid a finger into my hot cunt, and I cried out his name.

“Do you need my fat cock in here?”

“Yes, Jungkook.. please..” I say, and he chuckles.

“My dick is hard for you again,” He say. “And this is exactly where it wants to be.”

I wiggled my ass and he pushed his finger in as he positioned his cock at my dripping entrance. In a hard thrust, he enters deep into me and I let loose a cry.

“Jungkook, yes.” I say, and reaches up to grab the headboard to hang in for the ride. He pulled out and pushed back in again. He slid his hand between my thighs to stroke my clit.

“You like that, baby? You like my cock in here?”

“Yes.. I like it so much..” I cry out, and he works his finger in my ass, stretching me, letting me get used to the new sensations.

“And my finger. You like my finger in this sweet ass of yours?” My reply is muffled as I bury my face in my pillow and come all over his cock. My muscles clenched tightly around him, and he can’t believe that he’s coming again. He spurted into me, and after filling everything inside me, he fell over my back.

He pushes my hair to the side, and presses kisses to my shoulder. I stayed still beneath him. Not wanting to crush me, he then rolled over and pulled me with him. I snuggle into Jungkook, and my hair tickles his face.

I take deep breaths and let them out slowly as my heart rate settles to normal beforeI lifting my face to him, my gaze roaming over him, admiring his beautiful face. “Jungkook..”

“Mhmm..” he coils a strand of my hair around his finger and gives it a tug. “You can sleep now, baby. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for the party.”

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babycapell · 3 years

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new york’s very own baby capell was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to courtney eaton ! you may know them as @capellbabyy or hitting the front page of tmz as natasha fox, suspected con-artist infamously identified as baby, unanimously declared innocent on charges faced in california . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being heartless , but also ambitious . things that would paint a better picture of you would be a cluster of designer shopping bags, tan limbs tangled in silk sheets, a heart shaped sucker dangling between glossed lips. ( cisfemale + she/her ) + ( saxon , twenty-six , she/her , cst )

Out Of Character

Guess who’s back again? Honestly I don't know how this is going to go because this is a very new character and quite different from anything I’ve played but I’m incredibly excited to bring her to life! As always, we stay very open to connection ideas and plotting so please do not hesitate to hit me up because me and my child are here for the chaos and drama! <3

Basic Information

Full Name: Natasha Wren Campbell-Fox. Baby Capell.

Nickname(s): Nat. Baby.

Birthday: January 6th.

Orientation: Pansexual.

Language(s) Spoken: English, French, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish.

Background

TW: cancer.

At just eighteen years old, Lucia Campbell left New Zealand and moved to England in hopes of pursuing a career in ballet only to unexpectedly end up pregnant just months later, putting a pause on both her dreams and her future.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her at the time of conception, the child’s father was a married member of the British Royal family - albeit fifteenth in line for the throne, the fact that he had stepped out on his wife and had a bastard child was scandal that could not be afforded.

Although the man tried repeatedly to coerce Lucia into getting an abortion, assuring it was what was best for both of them, Natasha Wren Campbell arrived in the world Jaunary sixth, nineteen-ninety six.

In order to keep the situation under wraps, her father stopped by once a month to ‘check in’. For Natasha and her mother, these events felt less like visits with family and more like important interviews where their every move was under harsh scrutiny, the check he gave them at the end of his visit enough to make sure they were able to get by, money that assured that his secrets were kept safe.

Every memory Natasha held of the woman who raised her was a beautiful one, a woman she considered so good and ethereal that it almost made sense that she didn’t get to stay in their world for too long.

When Natasha was just fourteen, her mother began experiencing fatigue and pain too serious to brush off, diagnosed within a week with stage four pancreatic cancer, the illness seemed to arise out of nowhere and progressed rapidly, leaving her unable to work and therefore unable to provide for them.

Natasha waited desperately for her father’s next visit, asking for help with growing bills and the hopes of finding a better doctor but he refused, deeming such beyond his concern and leaving them with the same check he had in every visit prior.

With no way to make money to care for her herself or her mother, Natasha turned to the only thing she could think of, thievery. What started as sneaking into restaurants and fancy events in order to steal food soon became grabbing expensive items left sitting on tables, selling them for cash that would keep the lights or the heat on even a month longer.

Still, within eight months, her mother was gone and Natasha was alone - without a job or a place to go.

The teenager adapted the only way she knew how, using the same tricks that she had before but this time in order to get into hotels. She used her father’s name and position in order to get their attention and if asked, used the pet name her mother had used for her when asked in order to avoid being caught, Baby.

Soon, she realized that showing fearlessness and confidence could get her almost anything - whatever hotel she could manage soon became the most lavish she could find and just having a bed to lay in at night became enjoying the high class service and catering offered to her.

One night, while enjoying dinner in the hotel restaurant, she was approached by an arrogant teenage boy who was clearly eager to flaunt the wealth his parents held. Rage flooded her but instead of lashing out, her mind pulled her on a different route. She played into his every word until he was obsessed with her and then she used it, doe eyes and sweet voice pleading for what his money had to offer her for three whole months. His interest - or rather his family’s interest in finance and technology was his ultimate downfall, giving her every bit of information she needed to drain his bank account and disappear.

Natasha quickly became aware of just what kind of power she held and she planned on using it, starting with the man whom she deemed, in some way, responsible for the loss of her mother.

The teenager arrived on her father’s doorstep and played every bit of the confused and mortified girl finding out that her father had a whole life that she and her mother had been unaware of. It was while his wife asked her to wait upstairs as they fought in the living room that she found his study, making quick work of getting every ounce of information she could in order to ruin him financially later.

Unexpectedly, however, she found an account that was depositing the same amount that he had been paying out to her and her mother monthly. She followed the lead in hopes to meet her possible half-sibling and found a true family instead. A half-sister, Tali Fox (who reminded her greatly of her own mother) and her mother who all too happily took her in and adopted her as if she had always belonged.

Still, the world of lavish living and conning men whom she felt deserved it had piqued her interest in a way she couldn’t explain and she wasn’t ready to give up. She became a chameleon of sorts; spending nights going out to special venues, catching the eye of a rich male and playing the role of their dream girl - she’d use them for months, allowed them to shower her in precious gifts until she grew bored, draining their accounts and disappearing from their lives.

Six months ago she was arrested in California on multiple charges of larceny, fraud and forgery and had been awaiting a trial that finally began at the end of August and concluded just last week with a unanimous verdict of innocence, due to both a lack of evidence and witnesses. (aka; this little b*tch is good at what she does, no evidence and most dudes won’t even come out to say anything against her because they’re either still in love and/or don’t want to admit they got played by this angel face)

Now that she is out, she has arrived in New York to spend some quality time with her sister and perhaps, lay low for a while.

Personality

Look, there’s no way to sugarcoat it, this girl is the sugar baby supreme okay? She wants your attention and your love and your money and that’s it. She doesn't feel nothing for you anyway, but she feels even less if you don’t adore her, dammit.

She’s not a bad person, she’s really not - she pry donates all her clothes to the women’s shelter once she’s worn them even once and donates more than half of the money she steals to charity but like...she’s just very very angry and hurt and thinks all rich men deserve to suffer for being the type of man her father was which like - are you going to tell her she’s wrong? And she’s in too deep now, she just can’t stop.

A true personality unknown though, tbh? She basically has been playing chameleon for so long, she doesn’t know who she is or how to be? Just adjusts to make you happy. Literally the fakest.

Also she’s totally pansexual but like...way too focused on scamming men because they’re dumb and shit so like, definitely pry fucks around with females/nonbinaries from time to time but always finds herself going back to the hustle.

Desired Connections

A childhood friend who knew Natasha before the loss of her mother who hasn’t seen her since before that happened?

A childhood friend who’s known Natasha the whole time and maybe worries about her and her mental health?

The child of someone she conned? Honestly give me someone who’s dad Natasha hustled and they either hate her for it or just seriously respect her because they didn’t like him anyway? Or maybe even a sibling or an ex that she conned?

For males? Past scams? Current scams? Future scams? Let this bitch play you, please. We can decide details as to how long or how serious it got, they could hate her or be secretly still obsessed/in love with her or both at once? Literally anything, okay! If you want someone to fuck up your guy in the past or future - this is your girl!

For females or nonbinaries? Give me someone who was maybe genuinely interested in her? Someone who wanted/tried to have a relationship and she was just like nah and it fucked them up a little bit maybe? Honestly maybe even a female/nonbinary she conned because even though she usually doesn’t, she thought they were an ass and deserved it?

Someone who perhaps she actually started falling for a little, realized she wasn’t actually scamming them, that she was just chilling and she was like excuse??? And left without even scamming them? Or did just to prove to herself that she didn’t actually care about them? Kslflaks;sa I don’t know, she’s messy as hell, y’all.

#wealthyhq:intro #ooft this took too long and i still don't know if i care for it but it should get the gist across #cancer tw #also #cigarette tw #for the gif

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realitv · 5 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. the mass media. NICKNAME. media. GENDER. genderfluid, identifies with both the male and female binaries as well as neither binary. they/she/he. HEIGHT. 6′1″ / 185 cm. AGE. old. very old. older than they’d care to admit. likely over 6,000. looks to be around 45 - 50 when unglamoured. ZODIAC. media came into being during the great dionysia in early march. they’re either a pisces or an aries. i vote aries. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. media can speak any language so long as it is still spoken by humankind. in the event they speak a language someone does not speak, helpful subtitles will appear on them to translate in real time.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOUR. naturally, their hair is a mousy, dull brown. they’ve been bleaching it to honey-blonde since the 1920s. it’s pretty fried at this point, honestly. it’s not something you want to touch. EYE COLOUR. neon blue and luminous. their eyes are leds. SKIN TONE. pale. waxy. there’s a slight flush to their cheeks to give the illusion of life but it’s utterly smooth and cold to the touch. BODY TYPE. long, lanky. like a fucking insect. VOICE. gillian and/erson but it’s aggressively chipper and sounds like someone is dragging a knife against your throat while they speak. DOMINANT HAND. left. POSTURE. perfect. they stand with their feet in first position and their shoulders are always down, chest up, spine straight. they enjoy using this posture to tower over anyone shorter than them. SCARS. none. what scars they did have vanished after their upgrade from flesh to new flesh. TATTOOS. none. they consider them ‘unprofessional’. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). their smile. it’s a soulless, too wide, too wet, and too red grin that’s all teeth. it’s incredibly unsettling. just wide and large enough to creep you out; it never reaches their eyes at all -- and god, those eyes. they’re acid bright. those eyes are a thousand cameras and spotlights, those eyes carry the audience with them. those eyes are ones you don’t want to be seen by.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. athens, greece. like.... A While Ago. HOMETOWN. ....athens? SIBLINGS. none. PARENTS. mankind, if you really think about it.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. mr. world’s right hand, world’s general, unofficial baby sitter of technical boy and social media, the mass media as we know them, upholder and dictator of.... reality as we know it. CURRENT RESIDENCE. boston, where the evil concentrates. CLOSE FRIENDS. I Don’t Need Friends They Disappoint Me RELATIONSHIP STATUS. common in law with the law himself, in something with mr world, is messy enough to have several other flings and one night stands. FINANCIAL STATUS. Wealthy(TM). DRIVER’S LICENSE. has the fakest looking license ever. can drive. is usually chauffeured. CRIMINAL RECORD. honestly theirs is likely a mile long but they’ve never been arrested. manslaughter, murder in the first degree, cannibalism, infanticide, violence, disorderly conduct, public intoxication, impersonating an officer of the law, impersonating a member of the clergy, impersonating a member of the aristocracy... et cetera. VICES. smoking. they love to smoke. i doubt it really does much for them but it’s something they’ve picked up through the years. they drink socially, but smoking’s the big one. that and some hard drugs.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. High. like, really high. TURN ON’S. warmth, because they’re a fucking lizard, other dominant partners, suits, large hands, dainty fingers, anyone who looks like they came from an art movement. TURN OFF’S. Rejection(TM). LOVE LANGUAGE. they can’t.... say the word love. they use very specific endearments that have been gifted to reoccurring partners that will never be used for anyone else. if they must say anything, they prefer to say ‘adore’. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. hardass is going through some emotions but is still a hardass. literally cannot process it.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. we want your soul by adam freeland. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. ....they literally just sit and go through screens. their mind is so loud and never stops or shuts up so sometimes it’s just good for them to go through and compartmentalise / digest what’s going on in the world. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right. PHOBIAS. fear of being forgotten, fear of dying, fear of being left alone. god.... they’ve been alone for so long. Never Again. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. the size of jupiter. hubris is sexy and they’re full of it. VULNERABILITIES. their own hubris. their ego. their affection for certain partners and younger entities in their life. . . . . ..

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peterporkerpeter · 6 years

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Code Red — Part Three [Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader]

MASTERLIST//CR MASTERLIST

WC: 2.900

Y/N shuffled into the black car, Tony sitting in the front with his hand steadily curled around the steering wheel. Clint happened to be conveniently placed beside him, his eyes continuously darting towards the rear view mirror to glance back at the two teens.

The car ride was absolutely silent—at least for the first half of the ride. Y/N was too anxious to make any half-assed quick-witted remarks, and Peter was too concerned with consoling her. His hand gently rest upon hers, the warmth of his fingertips radiating onto hers. A part of her was put to ease by the simple gesture, but that certainly didn't distract from the waves of anxiety crippling her every limb.

On top of that, she was hoping Clint would keep his big fat mouth shut, but that was unlikely. The archer always seemed to enjoy being a chaotic human being, so he was entirely unpredictable. Y/N despised that about him. She hoped that maybe he did know how to shut up, otherwise she was in for long ride and an earful from Tony.

"Why is no one talking?" Tony cut the silence with a knife. He spared at glimpse at the Clint then flickered his eyes up towards the mirror where he made eye contact with Y/N.

"Because I'm trying not to hurl," Y/N groaned, slouching back.

She blinked away fearful tears, not wanting to appear weak. She kept forgetting she was still a child, but Natasha's words kept ringing through her head. Now was not the time to act like a kid. It was important to remain structured and intact for the mission, as much as it pained her to do so. Y/N didn't realize how hard that was. Natasha seemed to do it so fluently like undercover work was merely instinct. Then again, she was a trained assassin.

"I think we should call this off," Clint added, pondering on his little conversation with Y/N earlier. He couldn't stop thinking about the miscellaneous Prom question. Why would she ask that?

"No!" Y/N shouted, sounding a lot harsher than she intended. Everyone shot her concerned glances before she relaxed, calmly shaking her head and adjusting her tone. "No, Clint. It's fine. I can do this. We've gone too far to give up now."

Time to grow up.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, this is going to bother me the whole night. Tony, I walked in on—"

"No!" Peter cried.

"Clint, I swear to God, you say one more fucking word I will throttle you! I. Will. Kill. You."

"Language!" Tony hissed. He looked skeptically between his three team mates, a muddled look in his whiskey brown eyes. "What the hell is going on?"

Clint was squirming in his seat like a five year old just desperate to tattle on Y/N and Peter. He kept fidgeting with his hands, making silent conversation with Y/N through mouthed words and violent hand gestures.

"I will kill you. Hold off for now. Do it later."

"Do what later?" Tony was starting to get antsy. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on."

"Nothing!" The three chanted in sync.

Tony pursed his lips, rolling his eyes before settling back into his seat. "Whatever. You guys are children. Ridiculous children. I'm gonna' bitch about this moment to you later during the drive home, FYI."

"You did not just say 'FYI' like that," Y/N winced. "You sound like a total dad when you do that. Soon enough, you're going to start saying 'LOL' out loud to fit in with the cool kids."

"You're very snappy tonight, little miss. You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I'd be yapping your ear off like a Chihuahua about how much your getting on my last nerve."

"I'm getting on your last nerve? Are you joking? Tony, I've pretty much had it up to here with you," she used her hand to show how fed up she was with him by furiously shoving it high into the air, "and the night has barely begun! You're practically throwing me into a fucking war zone to die! Give me a break!"

"Y/N, it was a joke! Jesus, kiddo!" Tony argued. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

Y/N thought she could hear her own heart loudly thumping against her chest. She could certainly feel it too. There was a giant lump in her throat, limiting the accuracy of her breathing, trembling, shallow breathes puffing past her lips. She slumped against the corner of the car, her arms wrapped around her body as if to protect herself from the cruel world. Slowly, she sank into a silent panic attack, shutting her eyes to hide herself from the people in the car.

"Y/N?" she noticed Tony's voice, but this time isn't wasn't dripping with sarcasm or aflame with a fiery remark. It was soft and soothing, full of uncommon sincerity. "You've gotta' stop thinking so much. All you're doing is freaking yourself out. You have five of us in there with you. Five. They'll have eyes on you the whole time, they're going to keep you safe. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Y/N used the pad of her thumb to blot away a tear that managed to appear on her waterline. She didn't want to ruin her makeup—another reason why she hated wearing it so much. Tears were bound to happen eventually, and she did not want to be walking around with mascara tracks stained onto her cheeks. She drew out a shaky breath, then swallowed her fear.

"Yeah," she replied. "That's what they all say right before something bad happens. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Let's just get it done."

"Sounds good, Hermione," Clint sighed.

Y/N grinned.

Eventually, the car pulled up to the front of the location. The gala was located at an art museum in the center of the city, which Y/N found to be quite the glamorous place for such a luxurious party. She noticed all the women entering through the entrance wearing long, elegant gowns with their handsome dates locked like a chain around their arm. The jewelry was flashy and the cameras were clicking. She could hear conversation carrying fluently across the sea of expensive color rolling in through the grand front doors.

"Good luck, Y/N. You got this kid. And you look like a million bucks," Tony turned around in his seat to face her. "Also, no making out with Parker. At least, not during the mission. I don't care what you do afterwards. Make sure your comms are on."

"Love you," she said quickly, not even thinking before the words came flying out of her mouth. Subconsciously, she supposed it was a good time to say it, seeing as there were a million different ways—good or bad—that this thing could go. She didn't want to take any chances.

Her hand found Peter's as he escorted her from the car, and immediately the folding red hot waves of anxiety succumbed to the tenderness of his touch. Y/N let out a long breath, collecting herself before forcing the fakest smile onto her painted features. She wanted to apologize to Peter for how clammy her hands were, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. With ease, he extended his elbow towards her, and she took it graciously.

"You okay?" Peter asked. Y/N hadn't even realized they were already up the whole flight of steps.

"Yeah, just flustered. I can do this, right?" Y/N whispered, breathing in how attractive he looked in his suit. She wondered if they looked good together from afar.

Peter smiled daintily, brushing a messy strand of hair from her eyes. "Definitely."

She flashed her friend a dimpled grin before lacing her fingers with his. They poured into the museum, the hum of classical music instantly filling her ears, drowning out the harsh clamor of perturbation. She heard the steady taps of high heels rapping against the sleek marble tiles, men's shoes clicking aimlessly as they trailed behind their dates or danced with them enthusiastically. Chatter hovered at an even pace throughout the tall halls, wine glasses clinking together in an epiphany of joy and gathering.

Y/N glanced up towards the massive crystal chandelier dangling from the sky like a star. A large mural painted the ceiling with reds, blue, beiges and greens. The colors seemed infinite. Art littered the walls, surrounded by engraved golden frames. The place was absolutely stunning—it reminded Y/N somewhat of a building she'd see in France or Greece. God, how she wished she could see those wondrous places.

"Wow!" she gasped, absorbing the view for all its worth.

Peter shared a similar awestrucken expression as his date. "I see Natasha and Clint. Wanda and Steve should show up by the bar any second now."

Y/N nodded, ignoring the brisk stares from adults silently commending her dress. She made the smile on her face relaxed, trying to keep her appearance more inviting by standing up straight and keeping her brows subtly lifted.

"Testing, testing. Ground control to Major Tom. This is Tony Stark—AKA Iron Bitch. Do you copy?"

"Oh, my God. Stark. Shut the fuck up," Clint groaned.

"Affirmative."

Y/N giggled, Tony's ridiculous commentary settling her nerves and making the situation appear less frightening than it initially seemed.

After everyone checked to make sure their comms were working, the plan was in motion.

Peter stuck out his hand, blinking nervously. "Uh, wanna' dance? I-I mean, we kind of have to, but . . ."

"Spider-ling shoots his shot aaaaannndd . . . he fails. Quite dramatically. Better luck next time, pal."

Y/N bit down on her lip, repressing a cheeky smile. She graciously accepted his hand, entwining their fingers together. A gleeful chuckle flew from her lips and Peter felt relaxed by here sincere reaction, escorting her to the dance floor.

"Fair warning, I-I don't really know how," Y/N warned.

"It's okay. Me neither. We can just follow what everyone else is doing and hope they don't judge us."

She extended her arms, trying to follow what the other adults in the room were doing. She clasped her hand onto his shoulder then threaded her other soft, manicured hand with his, moving their arms outwards away from their bodies. His available hand looped around the girl's waist, lying firmly against her back. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. Y/N could feel his breath on her lips, her heels providing enough height for her to be eye-to-eye level with him.

"I kind of want to kiss you right now, but Tony's in my ear and that just makes me feel dirty," Y/N said, staring at his lips, annoyed that she couldn't close the agonizing gap between their faces.

"I don't know whether to feel relieved or uncomfortable."

"Wait, are they kissing? Should they be doing that?" Definitely Steve.

"Ha! I walked in on them kissing in Peter's room." Clint. The rat.

"Way to keep a secret, Clint. I'm never telling you anything anymore!" Y/N hissed under her breath.

"Sorry, Mr. Stark!"

"I'm sorry, they what in Peter's what? I'm offended I didn't know that. Is that the secret you three gremlins were fighting about in the car? It definitely was. I don't care. I want the details. How was it?"

"Y/N made a vow to not fall in love with Peter, and she broke it barely thirty minutes in."

"You made a vow to not fall in love with me?"

"I thought she broke that vow like a month ago!" Steve felt confused. "Or was that a different one?"

"That was the one where she vowed off chocolate milk."

"Ohhh," he understood. "I remember that."

"Yeah, you're an old man so you wouldn't remember those kinds of things, Steven."

"What?! Everyone shut up! Focus on the mission, stop talking! You're stressing me out!" Y/N muttered, her tone thick with irritation.

"Yikes, I feel like I'm listening to a soap opera."

The conversation finally died down, and Y/N just wanted to curl up beside Peter and take a long nap. Her exhaustion was nearly enough for her to ask to call of the mission, but she decided that was rather a ridiculous reason.

Y/N slid her arm around Peter's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. His arm tightened around her waist, large palms resting flat against her bare back. Her skin was cold against the pads of his fingers. He felt electrified by her. The scent of vanilla soon wafted towards his nose, and he closed his eyes, their hands still absentmindedly entwined, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment it felt like they weren't on mission. It was just Y/N and Peter, swaying away in the middle of a ball room, bodies pressed together, undoubtedly young and in love, unbeknownst to it. It felt like they were normal—like Y/N didn't have powers and Peter wasn't enhanced. They weren't Avengers or superheroes. They weren't challenged by the everyday horrors of the real world. They were just stupid teenagers with a lot on their plate and diverging paths, with broken vows and shimmering promises.

Reluctantly, Y/N opened her eyes, settling back into reality, removing her hand from Peter's and placing it smoothly onto his shoulder. He snaked his hand down towards her waist until his arms locked around her. Peter started to scope out the area out behind her, attempting to identify Axel Klein in the crowd. Y/N's eyes skimmed past anonymous faces until finally they did a complete rotation around the entirety of the room, her eyes recognizing the blonde haired boy meandering through the hefty crowd with a glass of champagne.

"I've got eyes on the subject," she mumbled, taking one last moment to press her mouth against Peter's shoulder. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, closing her eyes to bask in it.

"Go for it, Y/N. Your time to shine."

Y/N felt the anxiety slowly creep back, but she couldn't turn back now. She was brave. She could do this.

"I loved dancing with you, Peter Parker," Y/N always loved to say his full name. It rolled so pleasingly off the tongue, by now it was a habit. "Please tell me I'm not going to fuck this up."

Peter half-smiled at the girl, rubbing her shoulder gently. "You're not going to fuck this up. And I liked dancing with you, too."

"Ugh, cringe . . . Sorry, did I say that out loud? I would say just kiss already, but that would blow the whole operation. So Parker, kindly stop staring at Y/N's lips, please and thank you. Good luck, kiddo."

Y/N started to walk, but she couldn't leave yet. She didn't want to leave Peter. She already felt alone without his hands caressing her back like she was the most important thing in the world to him. She turned around to face her friend, eyes practically pleading with him not to let her go.

Peter himself had no clue how he felt. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty. He felt like he would pass out at any given moment. All he wanted to do was protect Y/N, but he knew deep down that she needed to do this. Something inside of him stirred at the horrific thought of this being their final interaction together. He wanted to be with her forever. He would love to be with her forever.

"I-is Axel looking?" she asked, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"W-what? No? He's uh, he's turned around talking to some man."

"Good," Y/N breathed, lurching forward to grab his face. She pressed a quick kiss against his lips, basking in the moment as short lived as it was. Her thumbs laid gently on his cheekbones, as if Peter himself was the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. She wanted just one more memory of Peter Parker, just one last part of him to hold onto. She just wanted to taste him one last time.

"Oh! Shit! She shoots! She scores!"

Muted colors rained down upon them from the mural painting the sky, violins humming softly in the distance, the deep groan of a cello bouncing like an echo off the walls. The kiss was short but more passionate than the first. It said everything that needed to be said without the interruption of unnecessary words threaded together into unnecessary sentences. It was everything all wrapped up into one pretty, defective bow.

"Thanks for the dance," she whispered, turning around quickly, not taking the chance to see the look on his face. She was afraid if she did she would never leave him.

"Woah. That was . . . pretty intense." Clint took a long sip of his drink.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Hormones."

"Is it just me or am I feeling way too many emotions? I'm literally drowning in teen angst. This is horrible, I feel like I'm in high school all over again," Tony added, sinking back into the seat of his car, the laptop balanced on his lap.

Y/N casually walked through the crowd, fixated on getting Axel's attention. An idea burned bright in her mind, a smirk growing confidently onto her red lips.

She strutted over in his direction, keeping her shoulders back and chin high. Just out of the corner of her eye she could see Steve and Wanda watching intensely.

Once when you're in the car. Twice in the house. Three times in case of an emergency. Three times in case of a code red. Once. Twice. Thrice.

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buckyhoneyno · 5 years

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A Dumbasses Guide To Saving The World (Chapter 4)

Just two girls with stupid dumb luck

Read along as two girls are thrown into the supernatural world when they are mistaken for hunters and decided that they fake it till they make it.

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Chapter 4 \\ 9 to 5 \\

3 Days had passed since the girls had parted ways with Bobby, their lives hadn't changed. Maybe their mind set but nothing on the outside. Charlotte found herself checking over her shoulder anytime she walked outside and decided that signing back up for boxing classes wasn't a terrible idea. She had done it before but stopped after a while due to lack of motivation. Now she found herself at the small beat up gym every morning to learn how to fight. The slim chance that any of this was even true had the girls constantly on their toes. Maddie couldn't take her head out of any book that was about lore to even take a breath. She practically maxed out her library card and knew that the older woman that owned the place now gave her odd side eyes when she came in. She couldn't help it though. The need to know more gnawed at her. At this point she knew so much useless monster facts that she could write her own book about it. Though they both decided to ignore the others new found hobby and continue with their lives.

"Hey you ready, to leave?" Maddie called from the kitchen as Charlotte slide her work t-shirt on. It was plain black, tight and short. Their large green logo that said, 'Smokey's Bar' went across her chest. A pair of short jean shorts clung to her while dirty black tennis shoes covered her feet. There were worse uniforms she thought as she tossed her hair in a ponytail. This uniform was meant to make men and women tip more so she grinned and bared it.

"Yeah one second," She called back as she grabbed her purse and checked that she had all of her necessities.

Walking into the kitchen she gave Maddie a slightly jealous look. Her uniform was much easier. A random work t-shirt that was obviously a size or two too big and a pair of leggings covered her. Seeing as she worked in the kitchen she didn't have to worry much about her appearance. Their boss had tried to get the other girl to bartend with Charlotte at the front but found out that the girl hated it.

Charlotte remembered the day that her boss had tried to train her friend as a waitress, it then followed by Maddie dumping a whole tray of food on the floor and then continuing to fall in it. It was the first and last time she waited a table.

"Ready," She said while grabbing her keys off the hook. Throwing a kiss over her shoulder at Jackie, the girls shouted I love you's at their pets and locked up the apartment. They made the quick five-minute drive to work and pulled into the already crowded parking lot. Being one of the only bar and grills in town, it constantly had a stream of customers. Walking in through the back-kitchen entrance they greeted the other cooks and waitresses there.

Nodding to each other the two girls went their separate ways and started their shifts. It was just around 5 and the dinner crowd would be rolling in soon. Walking around the bar Charlotte smiled at the regulars who shouted a hello in her direction. Grabbing a rag, she stuck it in the belt of pants and put her favorite bottle opener in her pocket. Their shift flew by as usual with drinks being made and hot food being bustled out of the kitchen.

As if clockwork, the door opened and in came Daren who went to his usual seat which looked right into the kitchen window. If you squinted you might catch a glimpse of the red head running around but that was about it. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she looked at him.

"Hey Sugar, wanna get me a refill," One of the old regulars said while leering over the counter at the blonde bringing her attention back to her job. Putting on her fakest smile she picked his glass up only for him to place his own hand over hers. "and maybe have you on the side?"

"Sorry Hun, I aint on the menu," with a flip of her pony tail she was off to fill up his beer, leaving him with his friends who were laughing loudly at his failed attempt at seducing the bartender. Without sparing him to much of a glance she placed it down and bustled off to the other end of the bar.

With the rush coming in Maddie was in full work mode, grilling a couple burgers to the perfect heat and tossing wings in batter for the other cooks to fry. The oven behind her beeped letting her know that the pie she had been working on was ready to be taken out, dancing over to the oven she put on her mitts and lent down to pluck it out. The radio next to her had an alternative station playing at a medium volume flowing music around her.

Grabbing a knife, she cut the pie into pieces before setting it out on the glass display. Lifting it she walked it out of the kitchen to the bar. Sliding it into place she glanced around. Her eyes found Charlotte who was cleaning a glass while chatting with a group of men. They were laughing loudly at something she said which caused a large smile to cross her face. She could talk just about anyone into a circle using random bullshit she pulls out of her ass. She hadn't seen the girl get talked into a corner in who knows how long.

"Hey Maddie!" The voice she dreaded hearing rang across the restaurant catching some stares. Charlottes eyes even snapped over before leveling said man with a glare. Placing the glass down and tucking the towel away she kept her eyes on him, watching like a hawk.

Maddie tried to pretend she didn't hear the man and went to turn back to the kitchen quickly but was stopped when Daren practically threw himself in her path.

"Hey!" He said excitedly. His eyes wandered across her body making her cross her arms as if it put a barrier between them. "How are you? We haven't talked in a while, thought id come by and say hi," He spoke quickly while stepping closer into her personal space.

"I'm working Daren," She said with a sigh, her disgust only barely hidden in her tone.

"Yeah, I know that," he said and laughed loudly like she had just told him the funniest joke ever. "I just missed you is all," He tried to smile at her but all she felt was uncomfortable chills that ran up her spine.

"Hey Mads, we got a big order comin. Might wanna get back in the kitchen," Charlotte called across the bar, giving her friend the out she needed to run back in the kitchen. The blonde sent her a wink before going back to spinning a couple vodka bottle around in her hands much to the patron's amusement.

"Well I gotta go," She stated before turning to hustle away. Though she was stopped when his hand shot out to take hold of her upper arm. His grip was tight and unyielding on her.

"You know you don't have to do everything that bitch says," he gritted out causing the shorter girl to freeze. Daren normally was all sweat talking and weird stares. He hadn't ever gone that far as to grab her or use that kind of language. Her anger rose in defense though of her best friend, outweighing the sudden fear she felt towards the man.

"I don't do everything she says and she's not a bitch!" Her words were spat out with a seething glare in his direction. "Now let me go," her voice was slightly more raised, catching eyes all around the room. His grip stayed the same even as she tried to jerk her arm away. If anything it tightened.

"Maddie,"

"She said let go," Charlotte stated while leaning her hip on the end of the bar only a few feet away. A knife usually meant for cutting lemons was in her hand. She flipped it casually, a skill she had honed early on when becoming a bartender, it brought in more tips. The blade looked menacing in her hand but it screamed comfort with how at ease she seemed to be with it. Spinning it around her fingers she raised her brow at the man.

Daren's eyes were stuck between staring at the knife and then the girls. He seemed to decide he didn't want to get stabbed so he swiftly let go.

"I think it's time you left," Charlotte said when Maddie backed away rubbing her arm that no doubt would be bruised by tomorrow.

"You can't kick me out," He sneered with a glare.

"Wanna bet?" Maddie stated from behind the taller girl. She had seen her take on the role of bouncer a few times at the bar when someone got to handy with the waitresses. Lucky those times were few and far between. Charlotte tilted her head slightly as she eyed the man.

"What's it gonna be? Thrown out on your ass or walking out on your own two feet?" She sneered at the man. His face turned a painful shade of red before he decided to cut his losses and turn tail and run. Watching as he got in his car with a huff and speed out of the parking lot the two woman let out a sigh.

"Your arm ok?"

"Yeah, just sore is all. Might have a bruise," the last part was muttered as she pulled the sleeve up to show off a red hand print that surly matched up with the mans.

"that asshole," Charlotte stated as she looked over the arm. "Shoulda just kicked his ass,"

"Yeah but then you might have gotten us fired and we have bills to pay,"

"See this is why I need you," Charlotte stated smiling, hoping to lighten the mood. "You make sure I don't get arrested or fired. Where would I be without you,"

"Jail?"

"Likely," She said with a shrug getting a smile from her friend.

The rest of their night went much smoother. The bar was closing up around 12 due to it only being a Tuesday night. Charlotte was finishing wiping down the bar while Maddie was finishing all the prep that was needed for the next day. A few other staff members were around and waved at them as they made their way to the exit ready to go home and relax. Getting into the car they chatted away about random things till Charlottes phone gave a shrill ring.

Looking down at her phone for a moment her face scrunched in confusion.

"Who is it?" Maddie questioned once she saw her face.

"Bobby," she replied still not sure if she should pick it up. Shaking her head she decided to throw caution to the wind nad picked it up. Placing it on speaker phone she answered. "Hello?"

"Good you didn't give me a fake number,"

"Nice to hear from you to Bobby," She said sarcastically. The man only gave a grunt as a reply.

"I found the Wendigo's hide out, some abandon factory on the outskirts of Sneedville," the girls knew the place seeing as it was another supposed haunted place. It was probably 30 minutes from their town though. "I think I might need some back up on this, you two interested,"

"you want us to join in on a hunt?" Maddie clarified giving Charlotte a look when she mouthed 'what the fuck'.

"If you want me to spell it out for you then yes,"

"Bobby, we aren-" Charlotte was going to come out and tell him they weren't interested when she heard a scuffle start in the background. A screeching noise of something that neither had ever heard before rang through the phone making both girls eyes widen in shock. Bobby let out a yell before the line went completely dead.

"What the fuck was that!" Charlotte shouted as she tried calling Bobby back but it only went to voice mail.

"Char I don't like this," Maddie whispered as she pulled the car over on the side of the road. Needing to get her bearings if she was going to drive them the rest of the way home.

"Something bad is going on Mads, whatever it is...it just got Bobby,"

"So, you're thinking the stuff he said was true?"

"No...I don't know. Whatever made that noise though wasn't human, and I don't know any animal that can make that kind of sound! What I do know though is that he's in trouble and needs help."

"And you think were qualified to help him?" Maddie yelled back.

"No but no one else knows he's there and if something happens and we didn't do anything to help him...well that's on us," they both were equally freaked but were trying to not break down in hysterics.

"We don't have weapons," Maddie stated finally as she pulled back on the road.

"He said fire can kill it, so we bring something for that,"

"And if it's not a Wendigo,"

"Well then, I'm bringing a purse full of knives and pepper spray," she replied quickly as they got out of the car and ran inside the apartment.

"I have an idea for the fire," Maddie finally said as they both stood in the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of almost empty vodka from the shelf she placed it on the counter. Running into her room she found an old shirt she didn't much care for and ripped a long strip of it off. Walking back, she opened the vodka and feed in the fabric.

Charlotte raised a brow at the girl who gave her a shrug.

"mazel tov cocktail" she stated. "saw it in a movie one time,"

Charlotte nodded before going back to grabbing every knife she could find and putting it in her purse that hung across her body. Running into her room she grabbed a can of hair spray and a lighter with a smirk. Homemade flame thrower on the go. She thought to herself happily before putting back on her serious face.

"You ready?"

"No," Maddie stated but shook out her arms. "But let's do this,"

With that they piled back in the car and whipped it out of the complex in rout to the factory.

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fallforcs · 6 years

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The Tutor

Art by: @jell-obeans

Author: @blackwidownat2814

Summary: How long does it take to honest-to-God fall in love with someone? A week? A year? This was not something that usually went through Emma Swan’s daily thought processes. She prided herself on keeping away from any kind of attachments, be it friends or just men in general. She wasn’t a man-hater, she just saw men for what they were: assholes. Assholes who thought she owed them something after just one date or thought her weak and tried to take advantage of her kindness. She swore she wouldn’t fall for a nice guy with a pretty face. But somehow, she still ended up in her current problem: quite possibly, most definitely,maybe, in love with The Tutor.

Rating and reason for the rating: I think the rating is either General or Teen, simply because I use 2 or 3 different ‘curse words’ a few times.

Trigger warnings: None

It all started a year and half before. Emma had only been working at Storybook Public Library for three weeks when she met him…

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A Year and a Half Ago…

“Emma, are you good to run the desk on your own for a bit?” asked Belle. She was the head librarian of Storybrooke’s small public library and Emma’s savior when she came looking for a job just a month ago.

“’Course boss!” Emma called.

“I told you not to call me that!”

“I know!” Emma smiled as she made her way out to the reference desk in the middle of the library. She took a seat behind the computer and pulled up her ebook to keep her company. She had barely started the latest chapter of ‘ Dead to the World’ by Charlaine Harris, when she realized she wasn’t alone.

Emma looked up and the elbow she was using to hold up her head while she read slipped off the desk, surprising her immensely. The man before her was beyond gorgeous, even with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you okay love?”

“Wha–” The man pointed to her elbow.

“Your elbow, you’ve hit it. Are you okay?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Nothing a little embarrassment won’t take care of.” Emma took a deep breath and put on her customer service smile. “What can I help you find today sir?”

“I just need one of the study rooms please love.”

“Sure, just need your library card to sign you in.” The man place his briefcase and small stack of books onto the desk counter and pulled out his wallet to fish through it for his card. Once located, he handed it over. “Name?”

“Killian. Jones…and if you’ve one of the larger rooms, could I please have that one?”

“Of course.” Emma slid Killian Jones’ card into the binder that held the IDs and library cards of patrons using the study rooms and handed back a key with a number one hanging off of it. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” He picked up his things and turned to leave for the study room, “By the way, if little Roland Locksley asks for me, could you point him in the right direction?”

“Sure.”

Sure enough, Roland, and his dad Robin, showed up 15 minutes later. About an hour later, they were both met near the front desk by Robin, who conversed with Jones with Roland wandered over to chat with Emma. At six years old, Roland was a cute kid with ‘dimples for days’, as Belle liked to say often.

“Hi Miss Emma!”

“Hey kid. How are you?”

“I’m okay.” He came around the desk and sat next to her. “Uncle Killy says I’m doing much better!”

“And what does Uncle Killy say you’re much better at?”

“He’s teaching me to read better!” His smile dropped before he continued, “I wasn’t doing so good after my mommy went to Heaven, so Daddy asked Uncle Killy to help me.” Emma saw his face begin to crumple and took his little hands in hers.

“Hey…I know what it’s like to lose someone like that. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come talk to me too, okay Roland?”

“Yes Miss Emma.” He jumped in her arms and gave her a big hug.

During their small talk, Killian and Robin had turned their attention to the two of them. Many years later, Robin would say that he knew the exact moment Killian Jones fell in love with Emma Swan.

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One Year Ago…

Emma was writing up some ideas for library programs when a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see a smiling Killian Jones.

“Hey Killian. What can I help you with?”

“Afternoon dear Swan. Could I have one of the study rooms please?” Emma took his library card and stuck it in the folder and handed him the key.

“So, how are Roland and the others doing?”

“Swimmingly, Swan. They’ve shown marked improvement and Roland’s favorite part is getting to see you afterwards…as is mine.”

Emma felt her cheeks beginning to heat up and she ducked her head so he wouldn’t see her smile. She couldn’t let him see that he affected her, so she steeled herself and looked back up.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”

“Only to the ones I can’t wait to see every day.”

“Uh huh.”

“So, Swan, I was wonder–” Before Killian could continue, he was interrupted by Leo Nolan and his father David, Storybrooke’s Sheriff.

“Mithter Killian!” Leo cried, jogging over to his tutor.

“Inside voices now lad, we are in a library”, he replied. “We wouldn’t want the Lady Swan to get mad at us, would we?” Leo shook his little head and smiled up at Emma.

“Sowwy Mith Emma.” She leaned over the desk and ruffled his blonde hairs.

“No worries Leo, just remember for next time, okay?”

“Yeth ma’am!”

“Well lad, let’s get to work, shall we?” Leo hugged his dad bye and Killian offered his hand to the little boy and they went over to their assigned study room to get to work.

“He’s a pretty nice guy you know”, said David as he leaned on the reference desk.

“Of course he is, he’s your son”, Emma replied as she typed something up. “You and Mary Margaret wouldn’t raise anyone less.”

“I wasn’t talking about Leo.”

“I know you weren’t.” She sighed and looked up from her computer, “Let it go David. It’s never going to happen.”

“He likes you Emma.”

“So? I liked Neal and look what that asshole did to me. I liked Walsh and we just don’t talk about him. ”

“Not every guy that show’s an interest is a dick.”

“Yeah, well…in my experience, they have been.”

An hour later, when Killian was done with Leo’s tutoring, he was back at the desk after seeing Leo off to David.

“Hello again Swan.”

“Hey Killian.” She looked up from her work once more, to see him just standing there, fidgeting and scratching behind his ear. “Do you need something else or…?”

“Swan…Emma, uh, I was wondering if you might, um…” Emma couldn’t help but smile lightly at his shy demeanor when he was usually so open and flirty with her (and any woman probably, she thought to herself). “…like to get a coffee or a meal with me sometime?”

“Killian…” Not looking at Killian, Emma sighed and reached up to fidget with her necklace, the main reminder she held that no man is ever to be trusted, no matter what, because they will turn on you. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Many a man had called her an ice-hearted bitch, and maybe she was from time to time, but in this moment, something about the way the big and shy smile melted from Killian’s face at her rejection, made her feel especially like an ice-hearted bitch, and she didn’t even go full tilt when she said no. Especially when, after looking down at the floor, he looked back up at her and he had the fakest smile she’d ever seen on his face. Something like that didn’t belong on Killian’s face.

“In that case, please forgive me for disturbing you Miss Swan.”

Killian picked up his briefcase from where he had set it on the counter and she saw his left hand in full view for the very first time since they’d met: there were scars all along the fingers and patches of burned and slightly pink-tinged skin all around it. Emma hadn’t meant to stare, she really didn’t, but Killian caught her and now even the fake smile was gone.

“It’s not polite to stare Miss Swan”, he said with a hard tone.

“Oh, um…I’m sorry Killian I did–” She tried apologizing but he cut her off before she could finish.

“Forget about it”, he said, and without a goodbye or any parting word, he spun on his heel and left the library in a hurry.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Two Weeks Later…

She hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks and she was so sure it was because of her. The kids still came for tutoring, but it was with Mary Margaret instead.

Finally, after she couldn’t take it anymore, Emma stopped Mary Margaret one afternoon to ask after Killian.

“Hey Mary Margaret? Can I ask you something?”

“Hey Emma. Sure, yeah. What’s up?”

“Why are you here?” Nothing the confused look on her friend’s face, she backtracked. “What I should’ve asked was why isn’t Killian here?” Mary Margaret gave her a smug smile, like she knew something Emma didn’t. “No, don’t even start.”

“He’s on vacation. He went to see his brother’s family in Boston because his sister-in-law just gave birth to their first”, she said.

“Oh, okay.”

“He should be back in a day or so.”

And she was right, because two days later, Killian was back at the library tutoring the kids. When he stopped at the desk to return his key and get his card back, Emma gave him a small smile.

“I heard you went to see family. How are the new parents doing?” Killian huffed a small laugh, but didn’t look her in the eye.

“Mary Margaret sure doesn’t know how to keep things to herself, does she?”

“Not really, no.”

“I’m just glad I haven’t told her any of my other secrets.” Killian stuffed his card into his wallet, and turned back to her. “Elsa and little Alexander William Jones are doing perfectly, thank you for asking. Anyways, I’ll see you on Friday…Swan.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

10 Months Ago…

After the disasters that were her relationships with Neal and Walsh, Emma had told herself that she didn’t need nor want someone to share her life with. She was perfectly fine with her usual way of scratching the itch with a one nighter.

Emma refused to fall for his charm and pretty face and flirtatious nature. No! She wouldn’t have a crush on him. It was only inviting trouble into her life. He would realize how broken and messed up she was and he would realize she wasn’t worth the trouble. Killian would leave her, just like everyone else in her life had.

The only problem was that her resolve was starting to break down. With each and every day he came in to the library and tutored the kids and showed them how proud he was with their progress, the ice around her heart melted a little more.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Eight Months Ago…

Emma watched as Killian sauntered over to chat with Rose (nicknamed Tink/Tinkerbell by the kids because she reminded them of the famous Disney pixie), one of the new librarians, over at the Children’s Desk. Tink did everything right: smiled at him and laughed at different things he said.

Emma knew she was screwed when she saw Killian do the thing where he scratched behind his ear, just like he did before he asked her out. She watched as Tink smiled at Killian and nodded, grabbing a paper from the desk and scribbling something down on it, then handing it over to him. He did his shy smile and stuffed the paper in the pocket of his pants.

Killian turned to leave and waved at her as he walked out the front door. After he’d left, Tink came bustling over with a giant smile on her face.

“Emma! You wouldn’t believe it!”

“Uh, believe what?”

“Killian! He asked me out on a date this weekend!”

“Oh…wow. Congrats.”

“We’re going to that nice restaurant on the harbor. I’m just so happy! I’ve had the biggest crush on him since I saw him in town.”

“I’m sure you two will have an awesome time and make beautiful babies.”

“Won’t we?”

Tink went back to her department with an enthusiastic wave and Emma…well, she felt lonelier than ever.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Five Months Ago…

Three months. She’d had to endure (what she sarcastically called) their lovey-dovey state. He didn’t come over to talk to her at the Reference Desk that much anymore…and it killed her because she’d (reluctantly) become his friend since he’d started coming to tutor the kids at the library.

After being bugged and pushed and prodded by Belle and Ruby so much, Emma was willing to admit that she had a crush on Killian Jones…and that was it.

“It is not it Emma…”, said Belle, “…and you know it.”

“Yeah, if this isn’t more than a crush, then I’m a werewolf AND Little Red Riding Hood”, replied Ruby.

“If anything, you’re in love!” said Belle.

“Please. I’m not in love with him.”

“Yes you are!” both women said and they began to sing. “Emma and Killian sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love–”

“FINE. Fine! I like him okay?” Emma whisper-yelled, looking towards the door of the library breakroom, making sure Tink wasn’t around. Ruby and Belle both gave her a Look.

“You like him?” asked Ruby.

“Yes! Yes I do! I don’t love him…at least not yet, but I’m definitely on the road to falling, as cheesy as that may sound. He makes it really hard not to like him and not to fall a little bit in love with him each day.”

“Aw, Emma!” exclaimed Belle.

“I mean, you’d have to be stupid not to like him. The way he’s with the kids? So patient and loving and helpful and ugh! I sound like some pathetic high school nerd who likes the jock and will never get him because he’s with the head cheerleader who’s more beautiful and not perfect and I need to shut up.” She took a deep breath and kept talking, effectively cutting off Ruby who was about to speak. “And yeah, I am jealous. Every time I see them together, it hurts a little more than the last time I saw them. It kills me because the one I should be mad at is myself because it could’ve been me. He asked me out like, six months ago and I said it wasn’t a good idea and I just…” Emma sighed and then stood up from the table. “Look. Just drop it, please?”

“Yeah, sure”, replied Ruby and Belle nodded from next to her.

“Thanks guys.” Emma took her place at the desk for the rest of her shift, only making small talk with Tink when she wandered over later in the afternoon to wait for Killian. Emma made sure to be in the restroom when he arrived, not sure she could look him in the face after her realization earlier.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Three Months Ago…

Emma was walking back to the library after her lunch break one afternoon when she saw Killian and Tink talking right in front of the doors. She decided to hang back until the finished their conversation and really did try not to listen.

“Why, after all this time? You could’ve said no five months ago”, she heard Killian say and then a sigh from Tink.

“I was being selfish, Killian, I liked you so much.” Tink paused to take a deep breath, “But I still knew how you felt and I thought that maybe, by being with me, I could make you forget it and get over it…and maybe I could be the one to make you smile and blush and happy in your life.”

“You do make me happy!” he cried.

“Then why do you still come here?”

“To see you. It’s so that I can see you every day love.” Killian was beginning to sound exasperated. “And it’s where I do my work with the children.”

“We can see each other every day at lunch”, replied Tink. “And you can work with the kids at theirs or yours or even the school, you don’t have to keep coming here. I know why you do, and it’s because of her .”

“Tink, please…”

“I should’ve realized you were in too deep with your feelings towards her, that’s my fault.” Tink paused for a moment. “I’m not mad though…and I don’t harbor bad feelings towards either one of you, but you have to admit it. Admit to me that you love her.”

Emma stood stock still around the corner, waiting on bated breath to hear Killian’s answer. He did a deep sigh.

“I do, I love her. But she doesn’t love me or like me like that even a bit, so why does it bloody well matter?”

“Because she does Killian, she’s just like you, too scared to admit things sometimes, too hurt by others to trust, but that’s okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

They were both quiet for a bit and Emma was on pins and needles, wondering who she’d be losing Killian to this time.

“Look, despite everything, I care about you Killian. It’s just…this isn’t going to work. I’m letting you off the hook. Know that I will always care about you and that I do love you, just not like that. And who knows? Maybe one day long in the future, if things don’t work out and you’re ready to move on, give me a call and I may be available”, Tink said.

“I’m so sorry Tink”, said Killian.

“It’s okay. I wish it would’ve worked though, but I can’t compete with Emma Swan.”

Emma’s eyes went wide. She immediately turned and ran towards the small building her studio apartment was housed. Once there, she texted Belle saying she wasn’t feeling well and would be out for a few days.

~*~*~*~*~*~

One month ago…

Emma was glad to be back in Storybrooke. After a tense month, Emma decided she needed time away. She’d spent the last month basically avoiding Killian by asking Belle to change up her schedule so that she wouldn’t be there when he would be doing tutoring. Emma also tried to make an effort to be nicer to Tink and tried her hardest to not let on that she’d heard the entire conversation between Tink and Killian.

Despite that, Emma still just needed time. She needed time to think and clear her head and decide what to do. Should she tell Killian she liked him? ( Oh my God, I sound like a teenager! I am a God damn adult! I need to grow up! ) Should she just pick up and find work in another small town and move away? No, because however much she wanted it, she needed to actually be the adult she claimed to be. And Emma wouldn’t be that adult if she ran away from her problems…again.

She had some of her savings to spend two weeks on a cruise that went around Italy and Greece, somewhere she’d always wanted to go but never thought she’d be able to. No one really knew where she was exactly or what she was up to, just Belle and Emma made her swear on the library that she wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

While on the trip, as she sat on a beach in Mykonos, Emma came to a conclusion: she was in love with Killian Jones. It wasn’t because he was gorgeous as all get out and had an accent to die for (Emma wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t that vain), it was because he was a good man, a kind-hearted man who took time out of his day to tutor children in one of the most important things they could ever learn, because if they couldn’t read or understand what they read, they wouldn’t be able to learn anything else. Emma also found out that not only did he take the time to tutor the kids, but that he did it for free (thanks for not being able to keep secrets Mary Margaret!).

Emma was just a bit nervous on her first day back. Belle had told her that Killian was upset when he didn’t see her for a few days and Belle explained that her hours had changed, but wouldn’t tell him what they changed to. But when Killian discovered no one had seen her for days on end, and Belle refused to tell him anything, he became anxious and very concerned. He would come into the library every day and nag Belle into telling him something, anything , about Emma’s whereabouts.

She was shelving some books with her back to the desk when she heard the squeak of the hinges of the library door and realized it was probably Killian arriving for his tutoring session with Alexandra Boyd. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he was standing at the desk waiting for someone to help him.

“Hi Killian.”

“Swan?”

“How are you?” Killian surprised her when he scoffed indignantly.

“ ‘How are you?’ ” he spat. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I’m trying to be nice.”

“It’s been two months Emma!” Belle stuck her head out from around the corner near the Circulation Desk.

“Um, Killian, would you mind keeping it down? We are in a library.”

“Stay out of this! You helped her lie!” he whisper-yelled. Belle just rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender, backing away and back to her spot at the front.

“Don’t you dare take this out on her! Your problems are with me!”

“That’s the point Swan, I have no problems with you! I’ve been worried is all!”

“I don’t need you to worry about me. I was on my own as a kid, then I was on my own after Ingrid died.” Emma folded her arms and took a deep breath, “Besides, don’t you have a girlfriend to worry about?” Killian pursed his lips into a thin line and he looked at the floor.

“We broke up. Tink and I broke up a couple months ago.”

“Why?”

“She wanted to see other people.” Even if she hadn’t heard the conversation between the couple, granting her knowledge of the truth, Emma would know he was lying.

“Ha. Now who’s the one who’s lying?”

“I’m no–”

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I can tell when people are lying to me. I always have. That’s why my work before I came here was as a bounty hunter. So let me ask you again: Why did you two break up?”

“I’ve already bloody said why.”

“Then I guess…we’re done here.” Emma turned to leave and go to the back, but Killian tried to go after her.

“Swan…”

“I’ll see you around Mr. Jones.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Now…

He stopped tutoring the kids at the library on the days she was there, just like she’d done those months ago. The first few times, Emma thought it was because he just needed a couple days to cool down. After a week, she knew why he wasn’t there: he was avoiding her…or he was done with her. Her insecure self, deep down, was telling her that that was why he wasn’t coming to the library when she was there anymore. Emma wanted to find him, to apologize for avoiding him, and to tell him the truth about how she felt.

Emma was lost in thought when she was accosted by a little body.

“Miss Emma!” Roland squeezed her around the waist.

“Hey kid, how’s it going?” she asked.

“Pretty awesome!” Roland let her go and took a seat next to her at the desk. “Uncle Killy says I read perfect for my age now!”

“That’s awesome!” Emma’s heart was in her throat at the mention of Killian. “Hey, kid? Is um…is your Uncle Killy here?”

“Yup! He’s up front talking to my Papa.” Roland pointed towards the front circulation desk where it looked like Robin and Killian were having a quiet argument. “Hi Papa! Hi Uncle Killy!”

The men looked over at Roland and she saw Killian’s eyes widen when he saw her. He turned back to Robin and they just lightly glared at each other until Robin smacked him on the arm and said,

“ Go .”

“Fine.” Killian came over to the desk and spoke to Roland first, “Your papa needs you lad.”

“Okay! Bye Miss Emma! Bye Uncle Killy!”

Killian and Emma watched as Roland went back to his father and they both waved as they left. After they were left alone, before Emma could say anything, Killian turned back to face her.

“Why were you avoiding me?”

He looked at her with a pleading look and just pure love in his eyes.

“You’re the one that stopped coming here.” Killian looked away and scratched behind his ear.

“I’m sorry Swan. I did so because I didn’t think you wanted to see, since I was lying to you and refusing to admit the truth to myself.”

“What truth?” Emma asked with anticipation.

“I will tell you, but you have to answer my question first: Why did you avoid me all those months ago?”

Emma looked away and wrung her hands together; it was going to be now or never. Time to nut up or shut up Emma, you need to tell him. She took a deep breath and looked back at Killian.

“Because…because I think I fell in love with you, okay? That’s why I avoided you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Some time later…

“So that’s how you fell in love?” she asked.

“Yes my Cygnet”, Killian replied with a wide smile. “Your mum made me work hard for it. I got scared and spent time with Auntie Tink…”

“But she’s married to Uncle Jeff!”

“I know darling, but this was before she met Uncle Jeff. Your mum and I were both scared but in the end, like I’ve been telling you this whole time, we found the strength to come back to each other.”

“I’m glad or I wouldn’t be here, right Papa?”

“You’re very right, Miss Meara Jones.” Killian pulled his little girl into a big hug. There was nothing greater than one of Meara’s hugs. After a little while, they were interrupted by a small cough by Dr. Whale.”

“Mr. Jones, Miss Jones? She’s ready to see you.”

“Thanks Victor!” Meara hopped off of Killian’s lap and hugged Victor’s legs, who squatted down to her level when she let him go.

“You have to promise me one thing though, Princess.”

“Anything!”

“You have to be a little quiet because your mommy is going to be tired and you don’t want to wake anyone, okay? You promise?”

“Yes sir!” Victor high fived Meara and she tiptoed down the hallway, followed by Victor and Killian.

“Thanks mate.”

“No problem man, after all, she introduced me to my wife.”

The two men shook hands and parted, Victor going off to check on his other patients and Killian followed his daughter into his wife’s hospital room. He took Meara’s hand and they went up to the bed where Emma sat speaking quietly to the bundle in her arms.

“Hi mummy!” whispered Meara. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course. Killian, would you?” Killian smiled and lifted their four year old up onto the hospital bed.

“Meara, we’d like you to meet your little brother: Wesley Oliver Jones.”

#ffcs 2018 #fallforcs #fall for captain swan #blind date with a fanfic #cs ff #cs ff au #the tutor #hollyodonoghue

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So confident part 2 : PeterSolo-PrincessY/n

part 1 part 3 part 4

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings : swearing and mention of (small) injuries and blood.

A/N : It took me so long to publish it here, I first did it here, but I hope you will enjoy just as much !

Word count : 4K oops

Peter arrived at school actually tired of last night. He had woke up in his bedroom only remembering that you were all gone home very late. He entered the great hall and headed straight to his locker. There he found Ned and MJ speaking together and then displaying their biggest and fakest smile when they saw him. "Heyyyyy Pete !", greeted Ned. MJ was smiling mischievously. "What is all the whispering about ?", Peter asked suspicious. "Nothing !", they both answered at the same time. "Have you checked your Instagram ?", MJ asked with a fraudulent smile. Peter immediately took off his phone from his pocket. While he was waiting for it to turn on, he rose his head and muttered : "What have you both done ?", receiving giggles as an answer. There were in fact a lot of Instagram notifications and he saw likes and comments such as cuties ❤, my eyes are bleeding, it is too pure and even wait...are they dating ?. He sighed before opening the photo and totally freaked out seeing it. "Oh my god ! What got into our heads ? Y/n will think I'm a weirdo now, what the hell ? When did you even take that ?" The two were laughing to hard to answer. Eventually Ned said : "Last night, you were literally in each other arms and we took some pictures..." "Looots of pictures.", MJ interrupted. "...We thought it was too cute to keep it for us and decided to share with the world !" "It's pretty generous of ourselves if you want my opinion...", MJ added. Poor Peter was living a nightmare. "On my account ? How did you even find the password ?", he exclaimed exasperated. "Ooooh come on Peter ! You literally chose PeterSolo-PrincessY/n as a password ! You think I never saw you drawing little sketches of yourself and y/n as Han Solo and Leia during the lessons ?" Peter cheeks turned as red as a lobster and he jumped on Ned to close his mouth with his hands. "Can you not yell that please ? It's humiliating enough ! I have to delete this right now !", he added just as a quick MJ stole his phone from his hands. "Certainly not !" "But y/n is gonna see that !", he cried. "Exactly !", they answered in unison. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Give me my phone back !", he said as MJ was holding it as high as possible and Ned placed himself between her and Peter to protect it. "Language young man !", MJ said reproachfully. "Ooooh look who just liked your photo ! Y/n !", she added as she was staring at the phone. "Oh no, let me see !", he declared as he was trying to get the phone, the other two fighting back.

You were on your way to school, completely exhausted. You needed your nine hours beauty sleep to start well the day, and let just say that you didn't have them, at all. You turned on your phone and placed it in your pocket. You were peacefully entering the school, when you saw a notification on your phone. Peter identified you on a photo. You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing what photo he could have possibly had identified you on, knowing you never took a photo together. You nearly choked when you saw it. You were sleeping, all curled up in his arms and he had his hand laced with yours. You quickly checked the comments and your heart started to beat really fast. You raced to his locker and stoped to calm down before turning the corner that was leading to Peter's locker. When you arrived, you saw MJ and Ned trying to prevent Peter from taking his phone. You blinded and then cleared your throat, causing them to stop what they were doing and smile innocently. "What is all the fuss about ?", you asked non chalantly, guessing that it was probably a stroke of MJ and Ned. "Hi y/n !", the two answered while Peter was blushing and staring at the ground as if the dust was the most interesting thing he ever saw. You were about to ask for the photo, when a deep voice coming from behind you yelled your name. "Hello y/n !" Flash was standing there, with a face full of bruises and a big smile. He took your chin to get a closer look at the bruise he made. "Oooh, that must have hurt like a bitch", he mocked. You took his wrist and turned it to hurt him. "What have I told you ?", you asked cringing. "What you gonna do now that your Spider boy isn't here to save you ?", he mumbled while you were still holding his wrist. "Didn't I..." Peter started before noticing he was about to reveal himself. "Didn't Spider-man kick off enough your ass yesterday Flash ?" "Oh come on Penis Parker, at least your girlfriend knows how to fight, leave us be.", taunted Flash.

That was enough for Peter to throw him a good punch in the face, making Flash stumble and take his chin. Everyone was staring blankly. He then lunged at him and they started to fight in the hallways. It drew the students attention that were forming a circle around them.

You were yelling at Peter to stop but he wasn't listening. He was clearly giving Flash a hard time, dodging most of his punches and and hitting him strong. Finally Peter gave him a punch that made him fall on the ground. Teachers eventually arrived, attracted by the screams. They made everyone go to there respective lessons. You kneeled to Peter who was resting his back on the lockers. "Are you alright ?", you asked, helping him to get up thanks to MJ and Ned. His nose was bleeding and he had a black eye but nothing too severe. You turned to Flash and whispered to his ear : "That must have hurt like a bitch." before going back to Peter and leading him to the nursery, leaving Flash bleeding on the floor.

After having dropped Peter at the nursery, you went to your class and you waited for 10 minutes to tell the teacher you weren't feeling well and asked him if you could go to the nursery. The teacher, upset that you were bothering his lesson just made the sign to leave the class as a confirmation. You waited no more and once in the corridors you rushed to the nursery. The nurse, who was an old unpleasant woman, recognized you and seemed suspicious. You told her that you were on your periods and that your stomach hurt a lot and asked her to stay in the next room, reserved to people in need to rest, where you know Peter would be. She rose an eyebrow but agreed and opened you the door and closed it behind you. The room was dark, there were 5 beds, next to one another. On one them you saw Peter that was sleeping. You just laid on the one next to him, not wanting to wake him up but you heard a small : "Y/n, is that you ?" You answered with a nod, even though it was too dark to distinguish it. "Yes Pete." "What are you doing here ?" "I wanted to make sure you were fine...", you began before being interrupted by the teenage boy. "Y/n are you serious ? You shouldn't worry about me !", he declared. "...and I wanted to skip M. Shwart class. What do you think ? You're not my entire world, Peter Parker !", you laughed teasing him. He groaned something and you added : "Though that was very brave and kind to stand up for me." You squeezed his hand. His smile was as large as the circumference of the earth and it seemed to you that lighted the dark room. "Who would have thought you needed a knight in armor ?", he mocked. "Who have thought Peter Parker would be such a good knight in armor ?", she imitated him. "Not to be mean or anything but I was kind of surprised when I saw that fight. Are you hiding some nice abs behind those XL hoodies, Mister Parker ?", you asked with a kinky look. Peter was thanking the Gods of above that there were no lights except the one that filtered from behind the closed stores, otherwise you would have seen the cheeks of the poor boy becoming very red. "Y-you wish you could see them !", he muttered. You both laughed at that ridiculous answer. "Peter, one day I will teach you how to properly hit on people !", you giggled. "That would be lovely y/n." You laughed again and noticed that you were on your knees at his bed. You got up and laid on your bed. You felt Peter's hand reaching out for yours and you smiled, extending your arm to give him your hand more easily.

Peter was awaken by the nurse entering the room, an our later. "Miss y/l/n ! It's time for you to go back to your lesson !" You stretched and got up. Squeezing one last time his hand, you said goodbye to the sweet boy. The nurse escorted you to the door and you greeted her with a smile. "I hope your stomachache is better, y/n", she said with a knowing smile.

You headed back to your next lesson with a sigh.

Hours later, after having eaten in company of MJ, y/n and Ned, Peter got to his lessons of the afternoon normally. The only exception of the routine was when he was in French lesson with you and the headmaster himself entered the class telling him that he will have to come to his office after the lessons tonight. Peter tried to argument that he had a test for tomorrow and that he needed some time to study and the headmaster agreed and left. He was sitting at the back and you were right in the front. You turned to look at him with a worried look and he smiled to reassure you.

At the end of the day you split up to go to your respective house. Ned and Peter walked to his apartment where May was waiting for Peter anxious. "Peter, what happened ? I received a call from your headmaster that you got into a fight ! Oh my god, your face !", she screamed noticing his bruises. "Don't worry Aunt May, it's just Flash again...", he muttered. "Yeah but this time it wasn't to defend yourself, was it Peter ?", Ned said with a knowing look. "What ?", asked Aunt May. "He stood up for y/n !" Peter glared at him and nodded. "Well if that's for y/n... I guess I will spare you the lecture ?" "What is this supposed to mean ?", Peter exclaimed a little upset. "Don't think you will escape the punishment, though !", Aunt May added, half smiling. "If I had none that to get out of trouble I should have done it for a girl, I would have invented the excuse sooner.", muttered Peter before heading to his bedroom soon followed by Ned laughing.

The guys have had studied for the test of tomorrow for an hour now when they decided to do something else. "Can you help me with my literature ?", Peter questioned Ned. "Oh shit !", the teen sweared, "I landed my book of Literature to y/n and she didn't returne it ! My essay for tomorrow is in it !" Peter immediately took his Spider-man costume from the closet. "Hum, what are you doing mate ?" Ned asked puzzled. "I'm going to y/n's house to get it !" "This is probably the worst idea you've ever had ! Well, thinking it straight the one you had last month to set free all the rats of the lab was worst..." "But Ned, I couldn't let these poor animals being killed for science ! On top of that y/n kissed my cheek for doing it..." "Whatever man...Maybe it's not the worst, let's say it is the dumbest." "Do you want your essay or not ?", Peter asked annoyed. "That would be great but..." Peter was already out, and after less than 5 minutes, he was outside your window. Fortunately it was open and he got himself in. He started to look everywhere, in your backpack, your drawers, on your desk but just couldn't find it. He sighed, his hands on his hips when he heard yelling and the door of your bedroom opening...

What an arse ! You had just got into a fight with your elder brother. He wanted to take care of both the boy that hurt you and Peter, god knows why. While you wouldn't be against the idea of Flash being punched once again, you couldn't understand why he was against Peter. Thomas was lecturing on how Peter had a bad impact on you lately. What the hell ?! You opened your door and before closing it again you yelled : "You know what Thomas ? I think you're just jealous of Pete because you think you're not my favorite boy anymore ! And you know what, that's just childish !". You slammed the door. You were speaking to yourself. "What is wrong with him ? Peter is nothing but pure and sweet kindness to me ! That's unfair ! Humpff !" You were raging when you received a text. Checking your phone you saw it was Ned. >>Ned : Hey y/n ! Remember the book I gave you...Well, there is my essay due for tomorrow and I kind of need it to finish it... 😕 You exclaimed. "Oh shit !" >>Y/n : Sending it to you right away, sorry Ned !

When he had heard you opening the door, Peter had jumped on the ceiling and stood still hoping you wouldn't see him. He had listened to you getting mad to your brother and was very curious about the discussion and remembered to ask you tomorrow at school. He saw that Ned had texted you and he understood that he had no need to be there anymore. Problem was : how was he going to leave ? Suddenly, you put on some music and started dancing and singing. Peter recognized Don't Look Down of Martin Garrix. You were adorable, and your voice actually good enough to hit the high notes of the song. When you were raising your head to sing with all your heart you saw him on the ceiling and screamed. Peter screamed too and jumping to the floor, he rushed to you to cover your mouth with his hands. "What the hell ? How long have you been standing there ? How did you got in ? What are you doing there ? Oh my god, have you seen me dancing ?" "You've got pretty good moves !...No ?", he smiled as he was imitating your snake hips move. You frowned your eyebrows with a puzzled look and he stopped. You were waiting for him to justify himself and you asked : "Well ?" "I was here to...ask you out on a date !" "A what ?!", you exclaimed, stunned. What the hell are you thinking about Peter ?! "You want to go on a date with me ? Now ?" You looked to your clothes and saw that you were wearing your Harry Potter pajamas. "I mean if you want of course ! I kinda, hum, want to know you, y-you seem like a nice girl." He wanted to slap himself. "Weeeell, why not ?", you actually agreed. "Really ?", Spider-man exclaimed surprised. You nodded and added : "I just need to change into something more...suitable." "Yeah, of course !", he answered but without leaving the room. "That's cool because I know the greatest roof in New York to watch the city, it's beauti...", he was interrupted. "Although I'm sure you're the expert in New York roofs, I need to change, Spidey..." "Oh yeah right, haha, sorry, of course you need your privacy to change, it's not like...", he was stopped by you again. "Spidey !", you exclaimed making a gesture to show him to leave. "I-I'll be right back, I just have to make a call !" You sighed with a smile as he was opening the window and getting out.

Peter took out his phone and called Ned. "What the hell are you doing ?", Ned immediately picked up. "I sent a text to y/n, she gave me a photo, where are you ?" "OK, so don't freak out but I may have asked y/n out on a date, as Spider-man, and now that I'm saying this out loud it seems like the worst idea I've ever had. What have I done Ned ? Ned ?", Peter asked again as he was getting no answer. "YOU DID WHAT ?", Ned screamed through the phone, causing Peter to take it away from his ear. "Carefully buddy, my Spider earing !" "I'm sorry man but I don't know what to think, I can't chose if you're a genius or the stupidest guy to have ever lived and I'm honestly going for the last one !" "Thanks Ned, just what I needed...", Peter sighed. "Ok, ok, so you only have to be careful to not say anything linked with Peter." "Right, that doesn't seem too hard but knowing me..." "Take a deep breath and...try to enjoy ! You're going on a date with freaking y/n !" "I don't know how's that possible but I'll do my best..." "Oh and by the way, May went out to grab some things to the store." "Yeah, just, leave the keys under the doormat, ok ?" "Hey, hey captain ! Have fun !" He hung up and Peter sighed. Before reaching for your window, he threw a web on a bouquet of flowers from a opened window.

Peter knocked at your window and you opened, let him in. "Hey there, Juliet !", he said, handing you the flowers. "Where did you find these ?" "You wouldn't want to know..." You both laugh and he stared at you. "You-you look amazing ! How did you manage to get prepared so quickly ?" "Thanks Spidey !", you simply answered taking the flowers and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He flushed under his mask and was happy to wear it. "So, should we go ?", Spider-man weirdly asked. "Let me just grab my phone and...", you stopped as you saw a text from Ned and you giggled. "What's so funny ?", Spider-man questioned. "A friend called Ned told me that a friend called Peter put as a password PeterSolo-PrincessY/n !", you exclaimed, laughing. "Son of a...", Peter muttered. Ned did it on purpose, obviously. "What did you say ?", you asked. "I-I said, hum, what a nerd !", Spider-man stuttered, stressing on the last part as if he was making fun of Peter. "Hey ! Don't you dare mock my Pete ! I may seem like a nerd but he's the sweetest boy I've ever met and he must be protected at all costs !", you scolded him. Peter was speechless for a solid minute and he then asked : "Y-you surely like the boy, don't you ?" "I'm not sure dates are made to talk about other boys... Are they ?", you answered as you approached him. If you only knew..., Peter thought. "We may go.", you declared. "Hold on tight !", Spider-man exclaimed as you grabbed him and jumped in the air.

You screamed excitedly. That was incredible, as if you were flying. You hadn't noticed how much you liked this sensation last time, but God was it good ! Spider-man threw web after web, making a visit of New York skyscrapers until he reached a roof where, you must admit, there was the greatest view of New York you've ever had. "Wow.", you simply said. "Ta da ! Told you !" He sat on the edge and you looked underneath. "Hum, is this really safe ?", you questioned, suspicious. "We can sit here if you prefer.", he said pointing a place that you considered safe. "As long as it is not at the edge of a very high building..." You stood silent for a moment, admiring the breath taking view and then asked with a grin : "Do you do this often, asking girls you don't even know their name on dates ? By the way, I'm y/n in case you would be interested in knowing." Oops ! Spider-man stuttered : No, no, no, no ! Of course not !" "Oooh so I'm privileged !", you teased him. "You could say that... Believe it or not, you're the first I had the gut to ask out..." "Really ? So I must be truly special ! And here I thought you were a womaniser !" "You're oh so wrong." "Why didn't you ask anyone out ? I mean, unless you're very ugly under that mask, you must be the boy of every girl's dream.", you joked. "Well, there is this girl..." "Aaaah, I'm all ears !", you laughed. "But she's so perfect ! She is strong, intelligent, sweet...incredibly beautiful...", he detailed as he was staring you straight. "Wow, is Spider-man in love ? Why don't you make a move ?" He laughed. "She's too bad ass to be interested in a stupid boy like me." You choked. "Excuse me ? Are you Spider-man or what ?" "Pfff, the real courage is not the one we show during fights. And let me just say that I really lack it !", he laughed bitter. "I couldn't agree more, but still this girl is either completely blind or absolutely stupid if she doesn't like you back !", you exclaimed, sure of yourself. "If only she could hear you...", Spider-man sighed.

You talked for about an hour, telling him everything. And he got it, anything you would say, he would understand and agree. You eventually looked at your watch and saw that it was already 7 pm. You gasped and got up. "I should go !" "Alright Cinderella, I wouldn't want to turn back into a pumpkin", he joked and you laugh. You were standing awkwardly in front of each other, when you took action. Taking Spidey's mask and raising it to his nose, you grabbed his face with both hands and kissed deeply. When you realized what you were doing, you walked back. "I shouldn't have done it ! Oh my god ! I shouldn't have accepted at all. Why am I so stupid ?" "Y/n...", Peter began, putting his mask on, while he was breathless and completely dead. "Don't. Please. That's best for both of us. You have your mysterious and I have... Anyway. Take me home please." Peter was about to add something, but closed his mouth and grabbed you sweetly. "This may sound odd but...hold on tight."

He left you in your room, and you said coldly : "I'm sorry to say this, I truly am, but...forget everything about tonight, it didn't happen, alright ?" He nodded sadly. As he left, you jumped on your bed and grabbed your head. "What the fuck, y/n ? What the actual fuck y/n ?" Without thinking much, you grabbed a hoodie and your keys and left. You ignored your brother that was asking where you were going. You had to tell Peter, it couldn't continue this way, he had to know, and you to settle. As you were literally running to his apartment, you remembered what just happened with Spider-man and shook your head to make the image disappear. On the door of the flat, you knocked and nobody answered. You were looking for a key somewhere and looked under the doormat. Bingo ! You turned the key in the door and entered. There wasn't a sound and you screamed from the living room to Pete's bedroom. "Pete, I kissed Spider-man but it doesn't mean anything because..." You heart stopped as you arrived in front of the open door of Peter's room.

When he left your house, Peter was swearing and insulting himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid ! How things could have gone worse ? When the hell did he imagine that they wouldn't go wrong ? He sighed. He wanted to break a wall. He was taking the road to his home, when he saw some weird guy trying to steal a car. He jumped on him, but right at this moment, five other men he hadn't seen took him. Surprised, he couldn't fight back at first. They were punching him, and one guys even took out a knife. He managed to stab him once, in the belly when a man saw them and screamed ; "Hey !" They all escaped and Spiderman got up as quick as possible to go back home.

He arrived minutes later, wounded and bleeding in his room. His ears were clogged and he wasn't seeing straight. It was already a miracle that he had managed to find his way home. He opened the window, taking off his mask and crawled on the floor. He succeeded at standing up and when he turned around to get the first aid kit he was keeping in his cupboard is case of emergency, he saw you, putting your hand on your heart.

A/N : So, so ! How is it ? Reviews are more than welcome and part 3 is on the way !

Particular thanks to Tessa, who is always helping me and supporting me. She was the one that found the Peter Solo, Princess Y/n thing and, let’s admit it, it’s fabulous !

Tags : @potus-megan @farfromjustordinary @double-leo (ilysm) @mnemosymedream

#marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #spiderman #spidey #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #spidey x reader #reader x peter parker #tom holland #part 2 #so confident

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fanficksandimagines · 7 years

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“I love you” - E.D.

“I love you.” Ethan Dolan imagine.

A/N: So here’s the first requested imagine.

Requested by @eteeweeteeeee

I hope you will like it!

Word count: 1572

Warning: a bit of strong language towards the ending, underage drinking.

Feedback always waited!

-with love Sammy.

You were invited to a high school party, and you being you, had told about it to your boyfriend Ethan. “So? You wanna go to the party? I could go with you if you want me to.” Ethan offered. “Hell no! I’m not going.” You said sitting down on the couch in Ethan’s and Grayson’s’ shared apartment. “Why?”

“Well first of all, Mindy is the one throwing the party, and second of all I don’t feel like I want to spend an evening surrounded by horny, underage drunks.” You explained trying to prove that the party wasn’t worth your attention. “And what if it turns out completely different from what you think? I’m just saying, but maybe you should give it a shot.” Ethan kept trying, “last time I picked you up from a party you didn’t seem to complain, you were happy that you went, actually.” He reminded. Yeah, last party you went to wasn’t bad at all, but it also wasn’t thrown by Mindy. “I was drunk. That’s why I was happy.” You said trying to get out of this talk. “Plus, you don’t like that I drink, so why do you want me to go? Huh?” you weren’t mad, you just didn’t understand. “Well, first- you, yourself said that you haven’t attended a party in a while, just two days ago, and second- I want to go with you.” Ethan explained standing up from the couch. You gave it a quick thought. “Okay.” Was all you said. “Wait what?” he turned around to look at you. “We’re going, but if I’ll want to leave, we will leave.” You warned standing up, next to Ethan who automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. “Yay.” He whispered smiling and pecking your lips.

As Ethan drove his car down the street, to the address that you told him, you felt anxious. Anxious, not because you didn’t like parties, but because of Mindy. See the deal with that girl was that you weren’t friends. Matter of fact she was your bully, at least she had been. Now for the past 3 months she suddenly had left you alone. The invite to the party was a surprise. Ethan wasn’t the only one who had tried to talk you in on going, your best friend, Y/F/N, had tried as well. “Maybe she wants to change? Give her a shot.” She had said to you.

“It’ll be fine” Ethan said taking your hand in his as he kept driving. Pretty soon Ethan had parked the car on the side of the street that was full of other cars, and you both got out. You went to the door hand in hand. Knocking you started to feel a bad feeling in your stomach, like something is going to go wrong. As the door opened you saw a girl with pitch blood hair and blue Barbie eyes, and the fakest smile in the world, in front of you. “Y/N! I already thought you wouldn’t come!” she exclaimed hugging you. “Hey, Mindy.” Was all you could get out. “And you must be…?” she asked looking at Ethan up and down. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel mad already. “Her boyfriend.” Was all Ethan said with a smirk on his face. “Great! Come inside you both!” she said gesturing for you to walk in the house. As you walked in she gave you a short verbal tour. “So! The alcohol is in the kitchen, snacks are in the dining room and the party is all around the place. Also,” she started turning around to face you and Ethan, she walked closer to him, “there’s a pool in the back yard. I’m pretty sure I didn’t mention that it’s a pool party.” She said standing so close to Ethan that he leaned his head back a little. “Thanks.” You said your voice full of hidden rage. “Great!” Mindy said and walked away. “That’s the most uncomfortable I’ve felt in my entire life.” Ethan mumbled. You took his hand and went to the kitchen. “I know you don’t like this but I might explode soon, so deal with it.” You said getting yourself a drink. “Don’t worry. It’s fine. Just don’t get too drunk. Okay?” he said standing next to you with a cup of soda. “That’s why you’re here.” You said and winked at him earning a giggle. “Let’s go dance?” You asked and without waiting for an answer dragged him by his hand towards the room that had the loudest music. You know, if you came to the party, you might as well try to have some fun. The smell of sweaty bodies, cigarettes and alcohol making you feel a bit sick, but you shrugged it off. You started jumping around and moving to the beat of the music playing as E stood next to you and just stared. “C’mon! Dance!” you said trying to get him to move. “I’m pretty sure, what you’re doing right now, doesn’t count as dancing.” He laughed. “Well if you would dance with me, maybe it would be different.” You said back. Eventually Ethan started dancing with you. Y/F/N showed up with her boyfriend and joined. You danced together until you ran out of breath. “I’ll go get something to drink.” You shouted over the music. “I’ll go with you!” Your best friend said. As you left the room you didn’t notice that Ethan was left alone, since Ryan, your friends’ boyfriend, had left to use the bathroom.

“I knew he would talk you in to this!” your friend said, you just laughed in response. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. At least we’re having a good time!” You said taking your cup and a cup of soda for Ethan in your hands, before walking back to the other room. “Shit.” You heard Y/F/N say. “What?” you asked confused, but not for long as the view made it all clear. You saw Mindy kissing Ethan. Ethan was shocked by the girls’ actions, himself, but you didn’t care because all you saw was your bully kissing the one you love. He pushed Mindy away. You rushed out of the room putting the cups on the nearest shelf. Ethan saw, you walking away. You walked out of the house with abnormal pain in your chest. It was quite easy to make you jealous, but this was over the top. You didn’t know where to go. You just wanted to get your jacket from Ethan’s’ care and leave to god knows where, so you could be alone.

You walked to the car, tears running down your face. You weren’t just sad or heartbroken, you were full of rage, ready to kill a bitch. As you walked right next to the car you realized that it was locked and you didn’t have the keys. “Y/N!” you heard Ethan shout after you as he was running your way. He stood right behind you, not knowing what to say. “I didn’t k-“he stared but you cut him off. “I knew Ethan! I knew we should’ve never come to this party, to his house! I told you I didn’t want to go! But no! You had to talk me into this!” you started shouting at him. A part of you didn’t want to, because you knew it wasn’t his fault at all, but that part of you was pushed back as anger took over you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled his head hanging low. “I already thought something was wrong when she gave me the invite and said “don’t come alone”. I knew! A bitch can’t change in a few months, and turn into an innocent butterfly! She has always been hurting me. She’ll always find a way! Did you know that she has been nice to only since we’re officially dating? She had planned all this all along! I just can’t believe I fell for it! All she wanted was to get your attention!” you kept shouting everything that came into your mind. “You know what the worst part is? It’s that I bet that you like her better anyways! You’ll probably dump me in a few days an-“you wanted to keep going on but suddenly felt the urge to just walk away. As you turned to the side to leave Ethan grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back. He didn’t say anything, but sometimes actions show more than words. He gripped your waist and kissed you. The ager, still boiling your blood, didn’t let you give in so easily, so you resisted and started moving your hands to get away. Your hands now in fists were hitting his chest. Ethan wasn’t giving up though, he grabbed both of your wrists, pushed you against his car and pinned your hands above your head to keep you steady. It didn’t take long for your fists to unlock, and you gave in the kiss. It was full of love and passion. Your anger calmed down, as his lips moved smoothly against yours. “I love you.” He whispered out of breath after pulling his mouth from yours. “I love you so goddamn much Y/N. And that bitch can go fuck herself. I love you and only you. You mean the world to me, alright?” Ethan said still holding your hands above your head. It was the first time ever Ethan had said the 3 meaningful words.

“I love you.”

#ethan dolan #dolan twins #imagine #ethan dolan imagine #i love you #love #kiss #preferences #oneshot #party #gif #ethan grant dolan #imagine ethan dolan

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ofthemother-blog · 7 years

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[ this shit is gonna take two posts there’s a lot to cover tbh. ]

The following, in essence, is a call-out post, one of the very first that I have been compelled to do throughout the 3-4 years that I have been roleplaying on tumblr. This shit took a lot of courage from me because I am not used to standing up for myself when people hurt me the way that I have been doing. I usually just keep things to myself and just sort of rot. But not anymore. I wholeheartedly believe that call out posts should be reserved for highly innappropriate and disruptive instances. For example, if there’s a roleplayer that is attempting to roleplay smut with minors, THAT deserves a call out. If there are displays of racist and homophobic/transphobic behaviors and what have you present, THAT also deserves a call out. If somebody’s life is being threatened at any point in time in any way, THAT deserves a call out post. These are a handful of the very serious matters that should not be kept private or ignored for the sake of keeping the peace, ESPECIALLY during this year in 2017 where you have people out here showing their true colors in the worst ways in terms of the issues stated above and more.

In regards to THIS ^^^ This mess up here,within which my username is slanistheman, I do not have an issue with Gattsu or Entrails because they are both minors. I hold them accountable based on the fact that they were involved, but at the end of the day it’s fine. I’m not mad at them. I will not hold them accountable to the same degree that I hold bladeofthehawk, exmercenary, and therosiesweetheart, because they are grown and , thus, should know much better. I do not have an issue with Dara, because unlike all five participants, Dara was the only one who had the balls to step up and apologize to me for what had happened. I do not have an issue with ANY other member of this chat who was not involved in this shit.

All of that being said, I am going to make something perfectly clear right now.

Do not look for the definition of racism in these posts. If you touch this post and fail to understand why it is problematic, racist, serious, and innappropriate I feel very sorry for you because you will feel prompted to respond with apathy. You will feel prompted to tell me that I am being immature, rude, nasty, unfair, oversensitive, overdramatic, making everything worse, and that this shit is just a fucking joke and that I should have just kept it private and let it go like an adult to which I can only respond by saying that if you truly feel this way, this post is not for your benefit or for the benefit of anyone who is plagued by this strain of ignorance. I refuse to be your teacher. I refuse to be your hero. I refuse to feel guilty because you want me to. I refuse to entertain an alternate course of action.

This post is not an invitation to make amends with me. This shit happened on what? March 20, 2017? Bitch, it’s June 3rd. Within a couple of weeks, Dara apologized to me. If these three feel like it’s cool to let days turn into months without saying a word to me because they feel like it isn’t a big deal and that I’m just a big baby( until I decided to let my anger out and let everybody know that I was comin for THEM) that’s the kind of apathy that I despise. So now I’m the one who really doesn’t give a fuck. The chance to make it right has utterly vanished. No forgiveness. I do not want anymore apologies, I do not care to make amends. They can fuck right the fuck off and feel however the fuck they want to feel. I don’t give a fuck how they feel about nothin, they can feel somethin, they can feel nothin, it’s not gonna touch me no way.

These posts exist because I’m fed up with being quiet about what happened and about how I feel about it. I’m a grown ass woman and I am highly upset, though not as surprised as I am sorely dissappointed with the Berserk rp community in regards to this(I’m not talking about everybody ). I been hateful as a motherfucker, cussin and hackin and fuckin shit up. I am hateful. I need to get this anger off my chest so I can move on and get back to doin what the fuck I do. These posts exist for those who are conscious, not for the soundly sleeping.

This post does not exist for the purpose of telling anybody not to roleplay or fuck with bladeofthehawk, exmercenary, or therosiesweetheart, not even my own goons, not even my own friends. Sure Imma be uncomfortable if I follow you and you rp with them but its not my choice who yall fuck with at the end of the day, especially since nobody put a gun to my head. Ya’ll take a look at this shit and ya’ll decide if ya’ll wanna fuck with them at the end of the day. As uncomfortable as I feel it ain’t my choice, my friends are still gonna be MY friends.

I will say though that if you are a CONSCIOUS, notice how I say

CONSCIOUS, MEANING AWARE, AWAKE, WOKE

person, ESPECIALLY BLACK individual living anywhere on this earth who is interested in associating yourself with these people you might have a problem. You might have a problem, B. If you a woke person in general, this is your caution sign. I can only hope that they do not treat you the way that they treated me. Listen these motherfuckers really do think that it’s a game, that it’s just a stupid website and they was just playin but

This is my LIFE that you fuckin with. When I logged out of that chat room after spazzing the fuck out on bladeofthehawk, who was by far the nastiest and the fakest to me out of everybody, it’s not just a matter of me separating myself from a situation because I literally can’t. When I log out of social media after dealing with this crap, I gotta sit and think about how the fuck my race is going to affect me when I really start hustlin and bustlin out here in this racist ass world full of racist ass people. I gotta meditate on the fact that at the end of the day I could end up dead by the hands of a police officer for smoking a cigarette like Sandra Bland at any point in time, ESPECIALLY where I live.

This gizoogle bullshit, which was created by an old ass White man that goes by the name of John Beatty, is a result of the idea that African Americans are inferior and unintelligent and that everything about them that interests a White person is to either be stolen and refurbrished into something plastic and marketable or MOCKED, RARELY ever respected which is an idea that has been the foundation upon which the atrocities of African slavery and oppression has stood for numerous centuries , including today with these fucked up prison systems and police forces that America and many other countries have.

Fuck you if feel offended or bothered by the fact that I’m openly revolted by this. This is not a motherfucking game to me. It’s fucked up because I really did think long and hard about how I was going to present this, about whether or not I should be respectful, wondering how I can take my anger and turn it into something beautiful when the nature of my discontentment is not meant to be beautiful at all.

At the end of the day, I feel like the people who are gonna see this and really take something from it are gonna be the people who know how I feel and know what I am talking about and that’s fine by me. I don’t really care about anybody else. I’m sick of fucking coddling and pandering to motherfuckers who don’t give a fuck at the end of the day for the sake of “keepin the peace”. THERE IS NO PEACE. The phrase is I am not your motherfucking negro bro. Never have been, never will be and you can smoke that in your dusty ass pipe all the fuck you want to.

[ The next post is gonna address what the fuck happened ]

#outoflove #berserk #racism #call out post

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pomegranctes · 7 years

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jus realized i apped for like ? 4 new muses ? and have yet to introduce them lolz my bad here they are huns xx

ava madelaine rojas !

a rich girl who grew up in the lap of luxury, got all she asked for, the whole nine yards or whatever that cliche is idk i’m bad at remembering the correct sayings for things herldksjf

didn’t have any angsty parents who ignored her or something, tbh they were really supportive of her but a lil bit too supportive if u get it.... think like patrick’s parents in kings of summer ? they were super corny and cheesy and always offered her a tomato to take as a snack

so anyways she was hella babied and didn’t really resent it or anything heavy like that she jus really thought it was fricken annoying and of course rise her rebel phase

had a myspace for a while and attempted to get myspace famous which worked to a certain degree but her parents couldnt stand the sight of her ugly ass hair with too much layers and colours and she really didn’t like it either but anything to rebel !

anyways fast forward some years and she’s calmed down but still attempts to be a rebel bitch and acts tougher than she really is

took up vaping unironically and now it’s all she ever talks about. she deadass spent heavy monies on a good vape and goes out of her way to buy root beer flavoured vape. that vine of that white girl at a party vaping and it pans over to a guy and he’s like “wooow” that’s her and morgan ( @convndrums hey hunnie xx )

has a heart of gold and would die for her friends if they asked her to. when asked if she’d jump off a bridge if everyone else is doing it, she’s already on her way down

her life goal is to get a criminal record in every continent, hence why she’s here in london. she deadass just spins a wheel and whatever it lands on she goes with. public indecency ? been there done that, sis !

insult her vapes and she’ll go into a deep depression

delaney jun zhang !

an actual high class bitch minus the bitch part

grew up in vienna and was all about sipping wine and admiring renaissance art. she followed that aesthetic 100%

she grew up middle class, tbh nothing special. her mom was a nurse and her dad was a carpenter so she wasn’t struggling for monies but she also never took a vacation further than austria but she didn’t mind, she loved it there anyways :P

anyways she lived a normal life so flash forward a couple years and she’s in university studying journalism and she gets this internship at bbc radio and luck just struck her right and now she got semi-famous ?

she’s always getting papped but not even for her, she jus hangs with famous ppl and she’s always that girl u never know how or why she’s there. pretty much only england famous, otherwise she’s pretty unknown

think of this post ? http://harrystylesdaily.net/post/44412287518/harry-and-co-on-look-magazine she’s the dave garder. who is he ? no fricken idea tbh

so now she’s semi-rich and always sends money home for her family and honestly just lives it up

a party girl who loves meeting new ppl and making friends and is always down for a good time :P

felix ephraim estbury !

so to start off ? the son of george and poppy estbury aka a fricken prince

despite their slack take on the royal shiz, he was still forced into all those ridiculous dinner parties and galas which also meant etiquette class and just the whole works which he wasn’t the biggest fricken fan of but honestly who the funk would be

he saw through a lot of the stuff that went on in the family with the scandals and really just focused on the bigger picture and the greater spectrum of things if u pick up what i’m putting down but probs not bcos i got no idea how 2 put anything into words

BASICALLY where his family knew of their status and would sometimes abuse it or even just take advantage of it or whatever, he hated the thought of doing that and his family would tell him that he’d grow into it and fill the royal shoes but he just could fricken not

so he grew up with the mindset of ?? he really don’t like the monarchy lolz

growing up it just started with small little things to rebel like slouching at the dinner table or just not executing these good social manners, etc but as he grew, his little plans began to grow. he would sabotage events that he knew would have a huge social following and thus, higher stakes ? he’s fallen into the cake at some royal wedding, shown up drunk to gatherings, the whole bit :P

at this point, his grandfather’s got a tight leash on him and though he adores him bcos he looks at him and he thinks that’s my grandpa.. and he’s proud... but he makes it loud and clear that he disagrees with the monarchy and #DownWithTheBourgeois

he’s hella socialist and was daniel sharman advocating 4 bernie ( the one that got away </3 )

he hates being associated with the monarchy tbh he really just wants to have his own thing going for him and is walking a thin line on changing his name altogether

he kylie jenner doesn’t think he should b “famous”

dead ass just wants 2 be that #FreeBitch and move 2 prague, do his own thing, not have to worry about anything back home, just completely disassociate from his current life

also very flighty ? he fricken hates doing one thing for too long or being stuck in the same place so he has gotta pick up the next thing that crosses his mind aka he’s got 4956 unfinished projects, 9438 unread books, 1839 hoes in different area codes

loves meeting new peepz, making new friends, b his pal !

serafina ainsley villiers !

invented posh bihtcs

literally grew up to be the girl riot club. was filthy rich and spoiled rotten and never had to worry about the consequences of her actions because she had all the money in the world to pay off who she wanted

literally went through nanny after nanny over the stupidest reasons ? she didn’t like their lipstick colour ? consider them fired. literally made her family’s workers a living hell

to the public eye though, she was all smiles and charitable and highly respected and was this golden girl with no bad intentions whatsoever and the only news of her bad decisions were on these shit ass gossip sites that nobody believed in

literally pulled a kendall jenner and used her family’s name to get herself into the modelling business. she’s good ig ? but not so good where she’s deserving of her place

career-wise, she’s p much like real suki wherein she’s got this side business and designs clothes and accessories and all this and yea :P

is honestly the fakest bihtc alive ? upon meeting her, she’ll be all regina george but once they leave she’s shit talking them to hell and back and honestly ? isn’t the nicest person, not even in the least bit

welcome 2 hell welcome 2 hell welcome 2 hell. if u wanna plot, SMASH THAT MF LIKE BUTTON

#smoke:ooc #:D #╰ ｡ ♤ · ˚ . — ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙᴀʀ › ooc.

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EPISODE EIGHT: “THIS WEEK SUCKS I HATE TWISTS” - BRYCE RACE AGAINST TIME WEEK! EVICTED: BLAKE - 7 TO 4

RANDY AND KAT ARE BACK BITCHES https://media.giphy.com/media/Y9S9jOb7b1LQA/giphy.gif AND I lived to see a 3-part comp that I can actually do well in?? Oh it's over for these hoes and my dog days are behind me https://media.giphy.com/media/MeHQtCSZ46bRe/giphy.gif

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I AM SO SAD ME AND BLAKE ARE GOING TO BE NOMMED BC WE SUCK AT CHALLENGES ARE ARENT RATS!! SO SAD IM CRYING BLAKE IS SUCH A KING AND IF WE HAVE TO BE FINAL NOMS TOGETHER IM GONNA KMS!!! SOOOO SAD IM CRYING AHHHHHHHHHHHH EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG WENT WRONG AND ITS UP TO MY DUMB BRAIN TO DO THE LOGIC PUZZLE BUT I CAN NOT SO UHHHH RIP US WILLL I STAY OVER HIM WHOMST KNOWS!!!

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if i had a heart this week would break it

Hola did you miss me? So I didnt record or make a goodbye DR because I knew there was justice within this universe. I knew my eviction was unjust and thats why I''m back because I have a vendetta to settle and I'm not going to leave until I'm successful. Yes ladies you heard it here, its time to cut the throat of bitches who thought double crossing me was okay. And newsflash: it isn't a good idea to fuck me over. I hated the amount of bullshit I had to endure when I came back into this house. Everybody said "omg I miss u" but the only people who were genuine about it were Jose, Autumn, Ali, and Dennis the rest these bitches were just being diplomatic. And that just shows true character. So since I'm back im going to go through the current cast list as of right now. Ali: A british legend he has been genuine the whole time throughout this game and I'm going to work with him especially since not only is he easy to convince but he is amazing to talk to. Alivia: I can't trust her and I'm not going to. However I will play a little stupid and just make it look like I want to work with her. She is just such a strong personality that if she rubs me the wrong way I'll fucking lose my shit nonetheless. She is no different then any other floater just trying to ease her braindead gameplay by voting in the majority in every round. She has lacked a backbone throughout this whole game, and its not going to grow anytime soon Ashvika: Inactive and not interesting. In HOS she was overrated, and playing with her in this game just proves that she should've stayed out of this community. The worst floater within this cast, and I'm hoping she gets killed in the early jury. Autumn: Literally a queen within this game. She is so forgiving, and lovable. She understands me so well and I'm not going to turn my back on her. She kept me which wouldve fucked her over if I didnt come back. So now that I'm back im hoping our agendas will align and we can fuck over those people first. Blake: He evicted me, so i'm not going to trust him, and I'm not going to be his little bitch anymore. But I'm going to make it look like I need him more than ever. Because once im through with Zeezo and Bryce I'm going to have to go after Alivia/Lynn or Sammy/John. He is nominated this week against Bryce so i need him to actually be a good gameplayer and make sure he stays this week. Bryce: I cant trust him. Ever since Nicholas Julia I just have to think its either Bryce or Zeezo. So I'm hoping that with this week I can have an easy time evicting him and then its guns out on taking out Zeezo. Dennis: One of the reeasons I was nominated week 6 was because he was petty. But that shows that his emotion = his gameplay. So since I'm back I can make a good connection with him. If I can keep up with him and if I know how he feels I'll know how he will play. I have no need to betray him, and I'm hoping in creating a trustworthy ally within him. He's active but I dont think he has cemented himself within any group in this game yet. John: I tried to make a f2 with him to secure his vote. Sister voted me out anyways so I'm not going to trust him ever again. Everytime I talk to him about game he just asks all these questions and shit. I see right through his bullshit because I know a snake when I see one. I put too much trust into him, and he backstabbed me. I'm not going to fuel our relationship, but I will be nice for the time being. I need him to evict Bryce this week so I'm just going to be a good guy with him, and then later into the game kill him for the little bitch he is. Jose: I dont talk to him as much as I want to but I still trust him a lot. He is a good ally, but I just hope he shows more of his potential as a player soon. I want to work with him so im going to continue to be honest and transparent with him. Lynn: I guess she's only social with a handful of people like...... gtfo sister is dry as hell still. She evicted me, and like thats cool. I'm not going to work with her and she is totally at the bottom of my totem pole. Randy: A king... who never goes Prejury Sammy: Out of all the people who talked to me when I came back I knew he was the most nervous when it came to talking to me. He loves appeasement, and makes people know that everything he does isnt with the intention of hurting. Its believable kissass, but for right now I'll buy it. Keep on selling it Sammy. Me and him had an interesting conversation because he thinks im going to target him alongside bryce and zeezo. And I told that I'm tunnel visioned onto Bryce and Zeezo and that now is a grace period ffor him to be on my good side. He's going to be a threat nonetheless near the end, but I need to be good with him since I don't see him leaving anytime soon. Zeezo: I think she's the person who framed me, and if she isnt then i guess I just wasted my time. I would love to take her out, and i would love to get my revenge. I will never trust her, and I will make sure she knows I won't stop until she is evicted. Eviction is tomorrow. I'm pushing for Bryce to leave. The votes Blake has to keep him are me, autumn, alivia, sammy, and probably john. I'm going to talk to Dennis, Ali, and Jose tomorrow and hint to them that I'm evicting Bryce and if they want to work with me that would be the best opportunity to do so. After that I will have to win HoH. I need this HoH because if I don't win it. Its probably going to be Zeezo who wins it. And if neither of us wins it then it gives Zeezo a window of time to change the dynamics of the game to her favor. And whoever wins hoh will fucking waste it on a floater. And the floaters in this game are my lifeline,..... I'm a the Florax..... i speak for the floaters. Thats all you missed right now...... I hope to win hoh and if I dont then prejury here i come again xx

i love everyone coming to me to inform me that autumn and ali are voting to keep bryce when i already knew that we were making that decision together :))) i also love hearing the "you and i are on the bottom" speech from everyone who realizes they're not that important in the majority alliance

THIS WEEK SUCKS I HATE TWISTS Ali- so fake i thought we were a duo but apparently this decision really is hard for him and hes prob evicting me. i would never have voted him out so im just shocked and upset that he so seemingly easily votes me out. he also makes me feel bad that hes voting me? like what kind of move is that. edit: chose to save me in the end still fake tho. Alivia- I love her so much im so glad our connection is really pulling through and shes choosing me over LAB (unless she isnt in which case choke). my secret weapon <3 edit: i was writing this as eviction happened and while on call alivia tells me she voted me b/c she thinks im going home well i stayed 7-4 so think again you fake f2ing FREAK!! Ashvika- Always so honest with me and i love that and hoping shes still honest that shes with me. shes been not on for a while tho so im scared but im hoping that its nothing to worry about :s Autumn- we never work together and i tried to campaign to her but idk if it worked but either way i cant be mad b/c i never put in the work earlier and i tried to vote her out a bunch so itd be hypocritical LOL Blake- MY KING IM SO SAD WE ARE NOMMED TOGETHER if we hadnt messed up counting we wouldnt be going home. im so sad, someone who i never thought id want gone this early it sucks that these are the final noms :/ Dennis- he has been here with me through the whole eviction and has campaigned for me i literally love him so much like he is REAL and some of these houseguests could take a lesson from the KING himself!! Honestly im gonna listen to some linkin park if i survive just to honor him John- king!! i love him if he saves me, if he doesnt im hurt but hes still a king. like i feel like i have the most fun convos with him and hes always so funny plus he tells zeezo things and she tells me things so it keeps me informed Jose- depending on the hour a king or a flop. he said he always was keeping me but then i hear he isnt but in the end he is? well at least an hour and half before eviction. he is so wishy washy hes ali but wasnt as close to me so im less hurt. Lynn- i know shes saving blake so im not hurt shes still a queen <3 lynns world and we're living in it <3 Randy- Julia Nicole rigged for him to come back he wants me out and can choke but he can keep trying cuz I aint leaving Sammy- maybe the fakest person ever. its now like after eviction and HoH so I have some thoughts. he is vague with me the second im nommed talking about hes scared of randy. then he just plans to vote me and doesnt mention it to me??? and i know the whole time and i give him opportunities to talk to me and confess, but no he stays quiet. Then when he sees im safe he msg's zeezo like ahh everyone lied to me, and im like GOOD glad you know how it feels. now after i won hoh he is trying to spin it that he knew i was staying and just wanted to vote me to seem separated from me/zeezo/him trio thats been speculated. like??? he didnt know i was staying and he was just scared of randy!! like just be honest and dont lie to me now that im hoh and ur scared i know you lied already!! idk hes just :@ i was never gonna target him and he threw me under the bus to save himself so quick and easy. Zeezo- the loml. she did so much work to keep me safe. first she came to me with the plan to pretend to be on the fence with ppl so that it would look like we arent close. (something sammy just forgot to do???) and then once she found out sammy was backstabbing me she leaked it to jose and jose was able to convince ali who was able to convince autumn to save me!! she helped me throughout the whole game and i wanna go to the end with her even tho i dont think its mutual... but i love her so much!!

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