#NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THE GODS WEREN'T ASSHOLES

[jocelynmakenna]

Ngl the story progression of RWBY never fails to make me laugh like volume 1 was like "look at this cool world! We're gonna be hunters/huntresses! We're gonna fight evil" and now it's like "I have personal beef with god"

[imaginestuffs]

Fresh Out the Slammer- Tyler Owens x f!Reader

Word count:3,858

Warnings: Reader's ex is an asshole, language, fluff, angst? my first time writing for Tyler, might be a bit ooc, sorry.

Summary: The reader gets out of a six-year-long prison sentence (relationship). Tyler is there to pick up the pieces and remind her that life is meant to be lived, not just survived. based on the song "Fresh Out the Slammer" by Taylor Swift

(gif not mine!)

Standing in the middle of a rest stop with your team and a few other groups, your boyfriend decided to go off on you. 

Just hours earlier he had made a mistake while chasing a tornado. He told you that he wouldn't get too close, he wouldn’t let anything happen. But, that wasn’t the case at all. He decided to take a chance and get as close as he possibly could, and contrary to his beliefs, he did get too close. 

You yelled at him to turn around, just as everyone had over the radio. Yet, he persisted despite your begging to go back. Everyone else in the group had turned around but he just couldn’t face the fact that he was wrong. As the storm got closer you began to cry, muttering prayers and pleas to anyone or anything that would hear you. 

He began to yell at you to shut up and stop being a bitch. This only made you cry harder, and just as you dreaded a strong gust of wind followed by quite a large piece of debris hit the side of your truck. It hit the truck hard enough to tip it but not enough to make it roll. And for that, you believed your pleas had been heard. 

Now here you were after getting checked out by paramedics, luckily nothing severe had happened. Just a gash across your forehead that needed stitches and a few other cuts and bruises. Your friends were terrified when they found you both and confused as to why your boyfriend would do that. 

That brought you to the moment you knew it was over. 

“You know, if you weren’t such a mess, none of this would’ve happened.” he sneered. 

“I’m sorry, what?” you snapped back. He looked at you and rolled his eyes. 

“You heard what I said. You’re a damn mess. You sitting there in the passenger seat crying, pleading with God not to let us die. Like I didn’t know what I was doing.” He took a large step towards you and your breath hitched. 

“You weren’t listening to any of us, we could have been seriously hurt. We could have died Nathan!” your eyes were wide, and your heart was pounding. 

“There you go again, being as dramatic as you can. You’d do anything for attention and sympathy. It makes me sick, honestly. Get over yourself, no one cares (y/n)! I sure as hell don’t.” he said. Your heart dropped, and your eyes began to tear up. 

“Go ahead and cry just like always. I’m done with you and all your problems. It was your fault for the accident. If you weren't being a baby I would’ve been paying attention. Get out of here, we’re leaving. Go home and pack your shit.” his voice was as cold as his eyes were. 

He stormed away to where the rest of your group stood. They all looked at him in fear, not knowing how cruel he was. 

“What the hell are you looking at? Let’s get out of here before she comes begging for forgiveness,” he said in disgust. 

All you could do was stand there, watching all of the people you thought loved you turn their backs on you. Leave you there like you never mattered to them at all. 

They drove off and you felt your heart shatter. You didn’t know he hated you that much, and it made you feel sick. 

Feeling your stomach churn you quickly ran to the side of the building and threw up. As you were hunched over you felt hands grab your hair and someone rubbing your back soothingly. 

Once you had stopped you began to sob, you were completely overwhelmed and in quite a state. You didn’t know who had pulled you into a hug but you held on so tightly you could’ve bruised them. 

“Hey, hey. Shh, it’s ok I’ve got you.” the person's voice was something you held onto in your mind. “You’re gonna be ok, I promise,” the man spoke softly letting his hand smooth your hair down. 

You weren't sure how long you stayed that way but when you eventually calmed down your grip became lax. You rubbed at your eyes trying to get the world into focus again. 

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you were reminded of the person next to you. 

Glancing up you saw a man you’d never expected to see. Tyler Owens. 

At that moment you didn’t care who he was, you just knew that you were grateful for him. 

You had come across him and his team a few times, and despite him being a little annoying he was always kind to you. 

His eyes held a softness you had never seen, and his smile was sympathetic. 

You realized then how ridiculous you must look. Dirty clothes mascara trails on your face and puffy eyes. You suddenly became embarrassed. 

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m not doing this for attention. I just felt overwhelmed, and the crash and everything caught up to me all at once. Honestly, I didn’t mean for anyone to see me like this. I’m so sorry Tyler, You didn’t have to help me-” He cut off your rambling. 

“(y/n), listen to me,” he said and ducked down to try and meet your eyes. You turned your head away, so as gently as he could with a firm grip, he turned your face towards him. 

You looked at him and saw no judgment or anger. The only thing you saw was kindness, and with his hand on your cheek, you felt how steady he was. 

“You have no reason to be sorry. What you just went through is not easy to process. I know you’re not doing this for attention. You’re hurt, and you're exhausted, and I can assume you're still shaken up from the car flipping.” He said with a calmness you never thought of when it came to Tyler. 

You slowly nodded your head, trying to calm yourself. “It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault.” 

--

It had been a few months since everything happened, and you were beginning to see all of the things you ignored. With the fog lifted you could see that the way Nathan treated you was beyond terrible. Everything that didn’t go his way was your fault. The way he only said he loved you when you were in front of your families. All the times he chewed you out in front of the team, and then would persuade you to forgive him and believe that it was once again your fault. 

Tyler and his team ended up taking you home. He went with you to get your things from Nathan’s apartment. He made things bearable, he made you feel like you were important and that was so new to you. 

You became quite good friends with his group as well. They had all checked in on you as much as they could. They’d stop by and spend the night, just keeping you company. They wanted you to feel like you had people who cared for you. Honestly, they all fell in love with you. 

Currently, you were sitting at home curled up on the couch with your latest book. A cup of tea sat on the side table, and rain lightly drizzled on the roof. 

Hearing cars pull up outside your brows furrowed, and you bookmarked your page before getting up. With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you made your way to the window. There in your driveway was Tyler’s red truck, and the RV. You saw everyone pile out of the cars and you quickly walked to your front door and yanked it open. 

“Guys!” you shouted and dropped your blanket in favor of running down your porch towards your friends. Boone being the closest you crashed into him, your arms around him in a big hug. 

“Hey, (y/n)!” he exclaimed as he held you tightly. He swayed you a bit and you chuckled before pulling away. 

You went around and greeted all your friends. 

“Where’s my hug?” You heard Tyler’s voice sound from behind you. You turned to look at him with a big smile. 

You opened your arms, “Right here if you want it,” you teased. He chuckled slightly before walking towards you and swiftly wrapping you up in his arms. You let out a laugh when he picked you up off the wet grass. It was only then that you remembered that it was raining. You felt the water land on your warm face and you scrunched your nose. 

Tyler couldn’t help but smile at you, admiring the joy and contentment he could see on your face. It was a peace he never saw you have before. 

Setting you down you smiled up at him and grabbed his hand in yours before jogging towards the open door. Everyone else had gone inside to escape the rain, or at least that’s the reason they gave you. 

The whole team knew that the real reason they went into the house was to let you and Tyler have a moment. They could tell that something was happening between the two of you. 

You closed the door behind you, and Tyler picked up the blanket you had dropped on the floor. 

Luckily it wasn’t a full-blown storm so none of you were soaked. Just a few sprinkles on your clothes. You offered your friends coffee or tea, or a beer if they wanted one. Surprisingly they all opted for coffee. 

“The fact that you don’t put any cream or sugar into your coffee makes me ill Dexter.” You said jokingly. 

“Well, I want coffee not just a cup of cream and sugar,” he said and shrugged. You laughed as you walked into the kitchen to make the coffee for them. 

As you walked away everyone turned their attention towards Tyler. 

“So, are you gonna go talk to her?” Dani questioned him with a smirk. Tyler raised a brow at them and scoffed. 

“We all know you’re dying to ask her out Ty, just go do it,” Lily urged him.

He shook his head and sighed. “You guys are crazy, she just got her heart broken a few months ago. I doubt she wants to jump into something else so soon,” Tyler told them. 

Boone looked at his best friend with a questioning look. “Tyler, I swear to god if you don’t go in there and ask that woman out, I’ll do it for you,” he threatened. 

Tyler sighed in defeat. “What would I even say?” he asked them all. 

“Just talk to her like normal. Just be Tyler, that’s all she would want,” Dani patted his shoulder. 

“Shit,” Tyler mumbled before standing from his place on the couch. They all quietly cheered him on as he walked away. 

You had music playing as you made everyone’s coffee for them. Swaying around the kitchen you sang quietly under your breath. 

“Now pretty baby, I’m running back home to you. Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to. Fresh out the slammer ah,” When the first verse started did a small spin. 

Tyler stood quietly in the doorway admiring you in your own world. It was as if nothing could touch you right now. In that moment he realized just how much he wanted to be yours. He knew he could treat you better. He would do anything to see you smile, and to see you without a care in the world. 

He let out a small chuckle as you spun. You heard him and turned around in surprise. You let out a breath realizing that it was just him. You smiled and walked over to him to grab his hands. 

You began to dance with him to the song. He twirled you away from him and pulled you back in. You laughed and began to sing the song again. 

“Now pretty baby, I’m runnin’ to the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleams. To the one who says I’m the girl of his American Dreams.” He smiled down at you and pulled you in close. Your arms around his waist and his arms around your shoulders. You had never felt this safe before, and it was the happiest you had been in years. 

“But it’s gonna be alright, I did my time.” 

The song ended and he slowly pulled away. Your smile was soft and your gaze was warm as you looked up at him. He could feel his heart melt at the sight in front of him. 

He glanced at your lips, then back up to your eyes. He took a tentative step closer, placing a hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. You took a small step forward, and your smile turned shy. You placed one hand on his forearm and the other on his shoulder. 

He slowly leaned in, pausing for just a second, his nose brushing yours. Taking a moment to see if this was what you wanted. He felt your soft breathing against his lips, and he saw that your eyes were closed. 

“Please,” he heard your soft whisper, and without a second thought, he pressed his lips against yours. 

You immediately pushed up on your toes to press yourself closer to him. Tyler couldn’t remember a time he had ever felt this way for someone. His hand drifted from your face into your hair, gently tugging the soft strands. You sighed into the kiss and he took the opportunity to deepen it. The hand on your waist had moved to your back to keep you flush against him. 

The way he kissed you made you feel like you didn’t have to worry about being hurt. You didn’t have to tiptoe around him or be scared that one day he would just decide he didn’t love you. It felt like rain after a drought, sun after a cruel winter, Finally escaping the prison cell you had been in for the last six years. 

It felt like freedom. 

--

“Ty! Roll down the window!” you said in excitement. Tyler looked at you with a huge grin. 

“You better be careful baby,” he said, with that glint in his eyes. 

“Always am,” you winked as you pulled yourself as far out the window as you could. You were practically sitting with your legs in the car and your torso through the window. You held on to the cage with one hand letting yourself feel the rain and wind whipping through your hair. Tyler drove down the road as best as he could while stealing glances at you. 

He heard how you laughed and yelled into the wind. It was moments like those when he realized he had found his person. He found the person he wanted to spend forever with. 

When Tyler saw the clouds becoming more dense he tapped your leg softly as a way of telling you to come back in. You quickly slid yourself back into the seat with a huge smile. 

Your hair was slightly wet and completely wind-swept. 

“God, I love you,” he said and you chuckled. 

“Why do you say that?” you asked slightly out of breath. 

“Because you understand me. I don’t have to explain why I do this, because you love it just as much as I do,” he said and you smiled over at him. 

“If it wasn't for you, I wouldn’t have ever done this again. You brought back the love of chasing, I know with you I have nothing to be afraid of,” You told him and leaned over to kiss the corner of his smile. 

He placed on hand on your thigh and glanced over at you with so much love. 

“Are you guys ready for this?!” Boone’s voice came through the radio loud and clear. A laugh escaped you. 

Picking up the radio, you responded. “We are. Are you?” 

Boone could hear the smirk in your voice. Lily laughed, “See you on the other side!” she crowed. 

Tyler drove further into the storm's path, when he got exactly where you wanted to be, he anchored the truck into the ground. 

Tyler looked over at you with the same grin you had seen countless times now. The one that you’d never get tired of seeing, and you imagine your smile mirrored his. 

The tornado swirled around you, and the rush of adrenaline you always felt came flooding through you. Tyler's hand was still placed on your thigh, a grounding comfort for you. Despite your love for tornadoes and storms, there was always the smallest twinge of fear. But it was something you had grown to appreciate, it made you have so much more respect for Mother Nature. 

It was amazing to see the look on Ty’s face as he watched everything happen around him. There was never a time you had seen him unimpressed by a tornado, a storm, or just rain on a cloudy day. 

It was your favorite thing to witness. His passion and eagerness to understand these things. 

The tornado had passed and you and Tyler immediately looked at each other and burst into laughter. 

You leaped out of the truck and turned to watch the tornado forge its path across the field. 

Tyler came up behind you and scooped you up. He let out a shout of joy, and you laughed breathlessly. He set you down.

“Did you see that baby?!” he yelled. He ran a hand through his hair and you smiled. 

“That was beautiful Ty! I can’t believe that!” you enthused as you danced around the field. Tyler chuckled and grabbed your hand spinning you around. 

He pulls you close to him and you reach up to hold his face in your hands. Your hair was a bit frizzy from the rain earlier and your eyes were bright as you looked at him with so much love. 

“Tyler Owens, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” you said and pulled him down to kiss you. 

His hand crept under your shirt, and you shivered at his touch. His hands were rough, but it made you melt. He pulled away when a car horn honked a few feet away. 

You turned to see who it was. Expecting it to be the crew you were surprised to see Nathan and your old team get out of their cars. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Nathan stormed over to you but Tyler quickly stood in front of you. 

“Get out of my way,” Nathan said, trying his best to sound intimidating. 

It was true that Nathan was significantly shorter than Tyler, and you had to hold back your laugh. 

“What are you gonna do, Kick me?” Tyler questioned with a raised brow. 

“(y/n), we need to talk right now,” He used that voice that always used to scare you into doing what he wanted. He sounded pathetic now. 

“She doesn't owe you a damn thing Nathan,” Tyler said and took a step closer to him. 

You stepped forward to grab Tyler’s wrist and pull him back. Just as you did this, you heard your friends pull up next to you. 

They all got out of their cars as well and came over to see what was going on. 

When they saw Nathan, they all sighed in annoyance. 

“Why is Shorty here?” Dani asked. 

Nathan sent a glare their way, and Dani flipped him off. 

“Damn it, (y/n), Just let me talk to you!” he shouted angrily. 

Tyler was about to step in when you squeezed his hand. He looked down at you quizzically. 

“I can talk to him, it’s ok T,” you said and tugged him down to kiss his cheek. 

Tyler took a couple of steps back and let you stand in front of Nathan. 

“Nathan, what do you want?” you asked him with your arms crossed. 

“Why the hell are you with them? Why are you with him?” he questioned angrily. 

“I’m way better than him. I knew you were desperate but Tyler Owens, are you serious?” Nathan took a jab, expecting to get a reaction out of you. 

You just gave him a look as if asking if he was done talking. 

“You done?” You questioned with a raised brow. 

He stood there unable to find words, “What the hell is wrong with you?” he ended up spitting out. 

You scoffed. “What’s wrong with me? Nothing. But I can tell you what's wrong with you.” before he got a chance to clap back you spoke up again. 

“You treat everyone else around you like crap because you're bitter. You take out your anger on the people around you because you can’t face the fact that you’re miserable. You took everything out on me, it was always my fault. Every little thing that didn’t go right in your life, you blamed on me.” 

“That’s bullshit!” he interjected angrily. 

“Oh, really? Should I bring up the time you told me I was your biggest mistake, that if you never would have talked to me you wouldn’t be having so many problems. You made me believe that I was always the problem.” You stated with conviction.

“Being with you was a prison sentence, if you hadn’t left that day, I would’ve died handcuffed to the spell I was under, lost in the shade of how you were feeling. You leaving me there was the best thing to happen to me,” you affirmed. 

“By the way, for every time you called me a bitch, He calls me the girl of his American dreams.” 

You flipped him off with the sweetest smile you could muster. 

“Fuck you,” he spat at you and you kept a smile on your face. He turned away from you and began to walk away.

“One more thing Nathan! These people that I’m with now, are worth more than 100 of you,” you said and pointed to the whole group. 

They got in their cars and turned around as fast as they could. You turned to look at your friends and boyfriend. They all looked stunned. 

“What?” you asked with a smile. “That was my favorite thing that has ever happened,” Lily spoke and you chuckled. Dexter walked up to you and wrapped you in a hug, you hugged him back just as everyone else joined in on it. 

You laughed with everyone as you pulled away. “I love you guys, what more is there to say,” you shrugged. 

You felt arms wrap around your waist and you smiled before turning around to face Tyler. He smiled down at you. You reached up and took the hat off of his head and placed it on your own with a sly smile. 

“The girl of my American dreams, huh?” he questioned with a smirk. You tilt your head a bit as you gaze up at him. 

“You know it, cowboy,” 

---

“But it’s gonna be alright, I did my time,” 

[sockmeat]

can i request that reader is a angel and adam falls inlove with her but also lucifer is inlove with her

what would happen 🤔

                                                      𓆩♡𓆪

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𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 412

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When you're assigned to look after the start of the human race by God, you are determined to succeed and make sure they flourish. Uou weren't expecting Adam and another angel to take interest in you.

(𝐀/𝐍): My stupid space bar is broken and it makes writing so damn hard. You ever been double bounced on a trampoline? Yeah that's what my space bar is doing to me rn

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Adam's a big-ego asshole, but Lucifer is also a big-ego asshole

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ To meet both Lucifer and Adam, you'd have to be there during the early creations of Hell.

♡ I mean, you had to be there before Lucifer offered the Apple to Eve, maybe even before.

♡ You were formally assigned, by God himself, to look after Adam, Lilith, and then Eve to make sure nothing disastrous happened.

♡ And you took your job very seriously.

♡ Plagued by the worry of disappointing God and being responsible for the first of humanity's end, you made wellness checks like you were their overbearing mother.

♡ But Adam definitely wasn't complaining.

♡ Knowing that he was basically given two women that he already knew he had to procreate with, but he also had an angel that was basically all over him? (Not actually, but he thought you were.)

♡ It was Heaven on Earth for Adam.

♡ That was, until Lucifer grew interested in the humans, too.

♡ You two were able to bond over your shared fascination of the starter humans and Adam hated it.

♡ He had already begun to be possessive over you, assuming you really were completely into him. Adam saw you as something he was guaranteed to have and now that it wasn't guaranteed, he was beyond upset.

♡ Adam began to pick fights with Lucifer over you.

♡ And Lucifer would tease him about you and both of his assigned wives had no interest in him.

♡ But that was only the beginning of their petty little fights.

♡ Lucifer began to lose his grace, using his angelic power to cause Adam grief by tripping him into lakes, charming the women around him away, and taunting Adam with your growing disinterest because of his attitude.

♡ It was a miracle Adam's attitude wasn't caught and he wasn't removed by God.

♡ But, truly, that was because Adam would be on his best behavior around you.

♡ He was far too busy trying to woo you to fight with Lucifer, as much as Lucifer tried to drag him away and get you to himself.

♡ It took some time for you to actually notice their behavior.

♡ You only realized when Adam and Lucifer started arguing in front of you, about you.

♡ None of the other angels had treated you like that, nor did they treat any other angels like that.

♡ They only did that for you.

♡ But while you were wondering what to do about it, their admiration only grew for you.

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

[midnight-black2]

UAAHHSHWHEBW FINALLY SOMEONE WRITING FOR DOM READER😭

anyway can u write anything about Kai please 🥹 (I always thought he would be a perfect sub lol)

-𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒

pairing : kai (from voyagers) x reader

synopsis : kai needs to be put in his place, and who better to do it than you?

disclaimers : sub!kai, dom!reader, degradation, handjob, masochist!kai (only a little), mean!reader, kinda fast pace (sorry)

note : i had to watch voyagers to make this, but it was so worth it because like why is kai so fine?? like he's an asshole, but a hot one. anyways, hope you like this !

kai had been acting like an ass-kissing, cock-sucking dickwad ever since richard died.

for some context, he sucked up to zach, the person you hated most out of the entire crew. he would laugh at all of zach's rather rude jokes, they would walk through the ship halls together, standing tall with unnecessary pride as if they were God or something. you weren't quite sure what was happening, but you knew it had to do with the blue.

kai was a smart, sweet boy. but that was before. he would cross his legs at the table, speak with manners, he would even service others at times, especially you. whether it was making a plate for you (he seemed to always know what you wanted to eat), or carrying heavy things for you. but that was before. all of it was before. before everyone stopped taking the blue. before richard died. before you all needed a new group leader.

it all went to shit.

every single little thing. there was no in between, you either followed all the rules, or broke all of them. you believed in balance, it was the only thing that keeps people sane, yet there was none. you had been going crazy for weeks. with all of the noise, the ferocity, the smell of sweat and sex, everything was so overbearing, and nobody did anything about it. so when kai got hit in the head as a result of a fight and there was a meeting called over it, you were fed up. blue got rid of the emotions, and now that there wasn't any blue, and the emotions were getting in the way of everything.

"i for one don't know if there is an alien," the girl spoke. you didn't know her name, all you knew was that she was constantly doing the right thing. she was a little boring, but you didn't hate her or anything. her eyes were lowered, not daring to look zach or christopher in the eye.

"who cares what you don't know," zach spoke, annoyedly. you clenched your jaw, couldn't he just let the girl speak?

"if we repair the damage we can watch the surveillance video and-" she was cut off by zach.

"shut your fat, puss-filled face," you scoffed. how low, even for him. you saw the way kai snickered, you felt like slapping the two of them then and there. you pinched kai's right thigh, giving him a look of warning. he looked over to you, he gulped, yet rolled his eyes anyway.

"i have a right to talk," she responded, finally looking zach in the eye.

"you talk enough as it is, you bloated wheezing blister," he countered, with a smirk. everyone started laughing, including kai. you felt your blood boil. she was only trying to make a point.

"zach, she can talk," christopher interfered.

"you shut up too," zach muttered. he went on, and it escalated. it almost ended in the same way the fight ended last time. it was all a blur--everyone split up. kai and half of the others followed behind zach. you had it with him. you gripped his arm harshly. you pulled him down the hall, luckily no one noticed the two of you leave.

"y/n," kai called, brows furrowed, he was a bit angry. "y/n, what are you doing?"

"shut up," you ordered, through gritted teeth. he quickly complied, his breath hitched. you went inside an empty sleeping quarter, shutting and locking the door.

"you've been such a fucking brat lately, kai,"

"y-you can't do anything about it," he replied, stuttering, voice shaky. he knew damn well you could. you had this odd sort of control over him he couldn't quite understand. with the snap of your fingers he would be on his knees, consciously or not.

"yeah? watch me," you challenged. you crossed your arms over your chest, your patience was growing thin. "strip."

"w-what?" he was shaking slightly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

"you heard me, strip." he listened. it seemed an ounce of obedience was still left in him--only for you, though. he started with his shirt, pulling it over his head. he was lean, toned. you couldn't help but stare, you would've smirked if you weren't so frustrated. he felt your eyes, they were gaping burning holes all over into his body.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down, leaving him in only his boxers. you walk over to him, and grip his raging hard-on.

"all you do anymore is think with your stupid cock," you spit out, looking him right in the eye. he let out a soft whimper. you swiftly backed him up against the nearest wall. you were surely manhandling him, but who was he to tell you not to? you pulled down his boxers, and they sat at his feet. he breathing picked up.

it was embarrassing, to say the least. he was naked and you were completely clothed. he felt so vulnerable, but it was even more embarrassing that he liked it. your hand wrapped around his cock, you squeezed quite harshly. you had forgotten how big he was, probably a good 8.5" when hard.

"fuck, y/n," kai groaned. did it hurt? yes. did it only enhance his pleasure? also yes.

"seriously kai? you get in a fight over a girl. you get hit in the head with a metal rod, yet you're over here whimpering like a bitch when i simply squeeze your dick? a little pathetic," you utter, a brow arched.

"please," he let out, subconsciously. he cursed himself internally, he knew you would only be harsher on him now.

"please what, kai? please fucking what? i don't feel like giving you shit. you take what i give you," you responded. you brought your fingers to his mouth, thumb prodding at his lips. "open."

he did as he was told, and allowed your fingers to explore his mouth. you pushed them as deep as they'd go before he gagged softly. he shut his eyes. as humiliated as he felt, your fingers were quite warm. you took them out, and he sort of disliked the absence of you digging around in his mouth. god, he thought he was so weird.

your hand returned to his cock, wrapping around it and pumping up and down quickly, without warning. he cried out, gripping your shoulder.

"goodness, look at you. wish someone would walk in right now. hear the way you moan and whine weakly. they'd figure out so quickly you're not quite as high and mighty as you make yourself out to be," you chuckle, looking at him writhe. although he was taller than you, it still felt as though he were underneath you.

"s-shit, y/n," he moaned, hips bucking. your free hand gripped his waist, keeping it pinned to the wall.

"stay still." you instructed, your hand on his cock speeding up a bit. kai's knees buckled, he felt his mind was mush, he was shaky and all thoughts of you consumed him.

"fuck y/n, i think im gonna cum," kai warned, opening his eyes to take a peek at you. he couldn't handle it. the way you looked so angry, so ready to snap him in half. if he kept looking at you, he would surely cum right that second.

"already? that's a little sad, don't you think?" you teased, hand on his waist making its way up his chest. you pinch his left nipple harshly, and he whimpers once again.

"oh my god," he moans. you could feel his entire body shaking and jolting with every move you made. "can i?"

"cum? i don't know. why should i even let you?" you asked, only wanting to hear him beg.

"please. fuck, please let me cum. i need to i really need to. i'm sorry! i'll-ill keep my mouth shut when you want me to," kai pleaded. you, at last, gave in.

"go ahead, cum," you said. he let go with a loud moan, anyone directly outside the door could probably hear. you moved to the side just in time so his mess wouldn't touch you.

"o-oh, fuck," he panted, sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor. you kneeled, your hand placed on his cheek.

"you learn your lesson?" you asked, smirking complacently.

"maybe." you rolled your eyes at his response, but couldn't help the smile that followed.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[qdbs-writes]

Okay. Kenshi hanzo Takeda and Liu Kang with an s/o who is secretly a villain pt2? But it turns out s/o was being controlled?

I'm so sorry this took so long, it took me a while to find the first post, but here is part 1

MK Lads x Secret-Villain Reader Part 2

Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion)

Whether or not you were able to communicate that you were being controlled previously doesn't matter, in a fit of grief and desperation Hanzo works it out himself.

After revealing yourself as a villain, Hanzo would've ended your relationship. It took several months for him to work out what was happening to you, but when he finds out, he realizes that he can't rest until you're free.

Hanzo will lift any curse or evil magic-doer who was controlling you to their own ends and will check on you as the spell wears off to make sure you're all right.

Once he's confirmed that you are well, he will leave politely, making sure not to overstay his welcome. If you loved him once, you might love him again, but Hanzo believes you should take the time to re-establish your life and individuality before starting a relationship again.

Liu Kang

Once it's revealed that your villainous actions were the result of some sort of mind control, Kang takes this as a sign, a sign that he was never wrong about you, that you truly never would've done those cruel and evil things.

But he's aware of how precarious the situation is, he can't give away that he's aware of you being controlled, lest the puppet master behind your deeds tries to stop him by using you.

So he stays as close to you as possible, acting completely happy and content, trying to gather any information that he can so that he can save you. He'll realize that you keep making excuses to go somewhere, to a location that you would never specify. Whenever Kang stops you, you are quick to fly into a rage that seemed to hide desperation.

Kang takes this as another sign and lets you leave. Little do you or your puppet master know that Kang followed you in secret, in hopes that you would lead him right to the source of evil that plagued you.

Kenshi

Thankfully for you, Kenshi is able to work out you are being controlled, just as your villainy was revealed. Despite his heartbreak, things weren't adding up.

There were continuous unexplained shifts in your thought patterns, shifts that couldn't be explained by even the most bizarre brain waves.

Despite his pain, Kenshi decides it's not worth killing you, not yet at least. So he'll tie you up and take you on a little journey, to find whatever was causing your mind to completely flip.

Through his own psychic abilities, Kenshi is able to identify the source of your disturbance, eliminating it permanently. While your mind is stable, Kenshi needs more time to trust you again before letting his guard down once more.

Takeda Takahashi

So none of your villainy was willing and you were actually being controlled this entire time? Oh thank the gods, Takeda is relieved! He wants to say that he knew it wasn't really you all along, but that's a lie, he really had his doubts.

He hopes that what/whoever is controlling you is physical so he can cut them up into tiny, screaming pieces.

Turns out it was some magic asshole who was making you do all those evil things. So Takeda goes off on a noble quest to hack that fucker up, and at this point he's too pissed off to listen to any excuses magic fucker might have.

Don't be surprised if he returns to you on horseback, saving you from an evildoer has got him feeling all knightly and romantic.

[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-fifteen

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Since this one is in Noah's POV, it's kind of short because I didn't want to give too much away for what's going to happen next in the Readers POV. With it being so short, I'll make it up to you guys with an extra long one for chapter sixteen!

Tags: @ada-clarence @nonamessblog @thescarlettvvitch @malice-ov-mercy @crimson-calligraphyx @theoneandonlykymberlee @yumikitten @blackveilomens @cherrymedicine13 @thebadchic @notmaddihealy @jay02bo @beaker1636 @jakekiszkasguitarpick @punk-pr1ncessxoxo @er3nslovergirl @iamdesolate @lma1986 @jessitpwk @themodern-daywednesday @writethrough @bngurngheart @dreams-that-are-anwsered @loeytuan98 @omens-in-reverse @loverofagoodbeard @jay02bo @niicoleleigh

NOAH

"You're a fucking idiot," Folio seethed, eyes slicing me in half.

My gaze was glued to the door, not wavering even with the various sets of eyes burning into me. None of them mattered. The only one that did slapped me in the face and walked through the door moments ago. I said some nasty, hurtful, things to Y/N, but the words slipped out of my mouth before I even thought of the repercussions. I was so hurt with how she'd been avoiding me the last few days and when she was around me, all I could think about was how she broke up with me because she'd rather deal with things alone. I wanted to be with her to help her with her mom but she continued to push me away before falling into Folio's arms.

I knew there was nothing to be jealous or upset over with their friendship but the part of me that couldn't get over parts of my past kept screaming at me they were hooking up. Then when I saw her post more pictures on her Only Fans page earlier, all I saw was red. When we were together, she never posted, so I'd assume she was doing it out of respect for us, which I never would have told her too since it would be her choice. But only a few days of being single, she was back to post pictures of herself; not the typical half covered.

My angel was naked in all of her gorgeous glory for everyone on that fucking website to see and do gods know what else.

Like you're one to judge. Remember that time in the small tour bus bathroom? She was on the other side of the door in her bunk while you came all over your hand.

Shaking the thoughts from my mind with a scowl, I turned to look at Folio.

"Screw you," I gritted out. "I don't need a lecture from you."

Folio stared at me with wide eyes before scoffing. "I'm not trying to start shit with you, Noah."

Bryan and Nick muttered something to Davis and Matt then soon, the four of them left to most likely find where Y/N went. They left me alone with Folio and Jolly, who stayed as a buffer in case things got heated.

"What the hell is the matter with you?!" Folio demanded.

Throwing off my jacket, I ran a hand through my hair. "It's none of your business."

"Bullshit," Folio spat. "It's everyone's business because you brought us into it. You didn't have to bring up those things, but you did because you felt upset about something so small as a friendship. Maybe if you weren't such an asshole to her, maybe she would have came to you with these things about her mom."

"She's dealing with that on top of finding out that her whole life is basically a lie," he continued.

"She pushed me away," I reminded Folio.

Who in turned rolled his eyes. "That didn't mean you had to walk away. She needs you, Noah. For once in your life, stick to something good. That's what she is for you; good. Stop letting your past dictate your future with her because you're afraid."

With one final look, Folio slipped past the door, leaving me alone with Jolly.

He gave me a stern gaze. "You crossed a line, Noah. I know it bothers you that Y/N went to Folio with these things about her past and her mom but that doesn't make it right. Just because you're dealing with shit from Rachel-."

"Don't say her fucking name," I gritted out through clenched teeth.

Jolly hesitated for a moment. "She fucked you up, we all know that. But pretending that you're not still dealing with it is bullshit."

"I'm not," I defended. "It happened years ago and I haven't thought of her since the night I left."

"Rachel cheated on you. Throughout your entire two-year relationship. That's why you left."

With a long breath, I fell onto the couch in the green room. "I don't need to be reminded, Jolly."

"YN isn't Rachel. She wouldn't hurt you like that," he said while sitting next to me.

I knew that. I also knew it was wrong of me to compare what Rachel did to me in the past to Y/N now. Rachel cheated on me any chance she could find. I invited her with me on Bad Omens' first tour but she declined so she could stay back at our place to invited guy after guy over. The only reason I found out was because I came back early from tour one night and caught a guy mid thrust into her.

After that, I packed up all of my shit to move in with Jolly. I couldn't stay in the place we shared knowing what she did there. I told the rest of the guys what Rachel did but none of them really know how bad it fucked me up.

Only Jolly did.

The trust issues. The constant worry if I'm enough for whoever I'm with. The fear of walking into the same thing; with Y/N and Folio.

Even dealing with all of that, it gave me no right to say those things to Y/N. She didn't deserve it, especially with what she'd been going through the last few days.

"I think the two of you need to sit down and actually have a discussion about what's going on. Although it doesn't excuse what you said, you need to tell her how you're dealing with some things in your past relationship and projecting it onto her," Jolly said.

I rested my head in my hands, suddenly the realization of everything I said to Y/N replaying in my mind.

"I said some fucked up shit, Jolly. I put her personal business out in front of all of you and compared it to basic porn."

"Wait," Jolly shifted in his seat. "It's true? About the Only Fans?"

I nodded. "I don't know why she's doing it."

"What's going on with her mom?"

As I opened my mouth to speak, the door to the green room bursted open and in walked Folio, whose eyes blazed with fury.

"You need to call her; now," he demanded.

"She won't talk to me," I shot back while rasing to my feet.

Our set was about to start and the last thing I needed right now was to be getting lectured by Folio.

"Do you know why Y/N had to leave?" Folio asked.

When I shook my head, exasperated, he continued. "Her mom, who has Alzheimer's, drove and crashed her car into a tree. She's in the hospital right now."

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, the guilt eating away at my insides.

"Where's Y/N?" I asked, suddenly not giving a shit about our show tonight.

Folio shook his head. "She's gone, Noah. She packed up her shit and found a flight back home. But don't act like you give a shit about her. You threatened to fire her because she needed to leave. Why? Because you're upset that she's talking to her friends? That's all we are to her, friends. She's fucking crazy about you, dumbass. The two of you being together was the best thing to happen to her in a long time."

"I fucked up, Folio," I muttered.

"Understatement," he deadpanned. But then let out a long breath, the anger easing away from his shoulders. "I never intended to come between you two, Noah."

"I know," I nodded. "It's my own fucked up mind that's pushing her away and creating tension between you and me."

Folio raised a brow. "Is it because of Rachel?"

When Jolly noticed the way my jaw ticked and fist clenched, he answered for me with a nod. "I already gave this speech."

My heart hammered in my chest, the fear of finally losing Y/N creeping in. "I really fucked up."

"Where exactly is Y/N now?" Jolly asked when he heard the sadness in my voice.

"Davis is driving her to the airport. It wasn't cheap, but she was able to find a last-minute flight home," Folio said.

Silence fell between us for a long moment, the three of us staring at each other wondering where to go from here.

"We can't cancel the show," Jolly finally said.

Folio agreed. "There's only three shows left. Y/N said she would have our balls if we canceled the rest of the tour because of this. Once were done, we can check in on her."

I remained quiet, my mind running through a handful of different thoughts. Mostly ones of the ways I would go about making this up to Y/N. There was a chance she wouldn't forgive me and never want to see me again.

Could I live with that?

Hell no.

Would I bend over backwards and prove to her how much she means to me?

I thought then back to that night of the first party she attended at my place. It was right before we were heading out on tour, her first tour with us. I couldn't keep my mind off of her that entire night as she talked with Davis, who she knew from highschool, and then Folio. He was always easy going which would explain why she retreated to him.

When it came to the group shot, I purposely made it to be that she was next to me. Before, I watched her from afar but in that moment, having her that close to me made my heart warm with adoration. She was breathtakingly beautiful and her voice sounded like a sweet symphony. I wanted to bathe in the warm glow that radiated off of her, before I dulled it with my own issues.

When she smiled? Fuck, it lit up the entire space.

I remember being so nervous for the picture but when she eased into my touch around her lower back; I found myself staring at her instead of the camera. In that moment, I knew how fucked I was for her. She had me wrapped around her little finger and I would have given her everything she ever wanted.

Until you fucked it up.

Running a hand over my face, I let out a long sigh before looking at Folio. "I'm sorry for being an asshole to you."

He gave me a curt nod. "I'm not the one that needs an apology, Noah."

"I know," I nodded while looking at the tattoo on my thumb of the angel wings.

Would I bend over backward to prove to her how much she means to me?

Without fucking question.

[ohraicodoll]

Ok LOVE the tommy and red hcs, I need to know how maria and Joel reacted when they found out tommy punched an asshole??

Tommy Miller was not scared of his wife.

But he was fully aware that she might not be the most rational in her current condition. So when he pulled up to his house after leaving Joel and Red's place, he'll admit he hesitated when he saw her standing in their doorway with her hands on her hips. He opened his mouth to speak and she held up a finger, mouth pressed together sternly. "Inside," she bit out before turning on her heel. He wondered when being around Red had become the safer option, but swallowed his grimace and walked into their home. The whiskey Joel had given him had made him looser, more warm, and he tried to blame that on the sweat across his brow. When he gave his brother the run down of what had happened at the wood mill, he could see the surprise in his eyes. That Tommy had actually defended the woman and what that meant. Miller boys were known to be protective and it was just as clear as spelling out that Tommy considered her one of theirs. Red had been quiet but not unnervingly so, rolling her eyes at their jokes. Despite Joel being unhappy about what had happened (threatening that if he knew who did it, he was going to make due on Tommy's threat), the man was more pleased. Red was safe, the assholes got what was coming, and Tommy had protected the family. Drinks all around.

The air was still warm, windows slightly cracked to let in a breeze and Tommy wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch and sink into the fuzzy feeling from the alcohol. It felt all in all like a nice, pleasant day if it wasn't for the lighting coming off his wife and his hand starting to sting like a bitch.

Tommy followed Maria to the kitchen and chewed on the corner of his lip, shuffling in place in the silence. She only turned to the freezer and got out an icepack before shoving him into a chair none too gracefully, "You wanna tell me why the hell I had four different people tell me you socked one of the guys down at the mill?"

"Honey-" Maria held up her finger again and Tommy swallowed his platitudes as she aggressively put the icepack on his sore hand, "Don't you try that, Tommy Miller. First I have to worry about Red then Joel and now you're out here hitting people too?" "Those men were being aggressive and harassing her," he spoke up with frustration, "They needed to be told to back off." "Told, Tommy," she interrupted him, "the key word is told. Your fists weren't saying anything." "Well they certainly listened afterwards," he grumbled. She sighed, closing her eyes to take a deep breath, "You can't go punching people, baby. It doesn't look good and it doesn't help when she's involved-" Tommy scoffed, which probably wasn't the greatest move but he wasn't exactly known for being smart, "If it was Ellie or you, I would have done the same thing. She's family, honey. Like it or not. We gotta protect our own and those guys weren't gonna listen to reason-" "And you know that how?" She cocked her hip out with a raised brow, pursed lips, "Did they say that right before you sucker punched them?" "I know the type," he argued. He did. He'd seen it at the bars years before. Hands grabbing at waitress' waists, their hands, pulling and grabbing and their comments. Someone needed to teach them a lesson. Maria sighed, "You Millers and your thick heads." She couldn't help but shake her head and he thanked god for pregnancy mood swings for once. He could see the anger leaving her body completely and he gave her a grin, rubbing his hand on her belly and pulling her close, laughing when the grin became contagious. He had no doubt she'd bring this up later when the mood swung again. But he was in the clear for now and if he kept charming her, maybe she'd see his reasoning. "They're on probation, just so you know," she muttered, letting herself get pulled into the circle of his arms, "We could have just tossed them in the jail for the rest of the day. No more punching people or else I'm gonna throw you in there too. God help me if this baby ends up with all the Miller genes." Tommy grinned, "Yes, ma'am." At least the baby would have a hell of a family watching their back.

[nyx22-blogs]

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes hate one another, you also happen to be neighbors. What happens when you get locked out of your house, and ironically enough all of your friends are out?

Warnings: Lots of swear words, majority by reader, fluff, Bucky bc that is a warning.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck-!" You yelled, for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. You should've listened to stupid Wanda and stayed home instead of going to that with that stupid guy to that stupid bar because you left your stupid keys at that stupid asses car (who left you alone when he said he was going to the bathroom) and now you're stupid locked out. Stupid house.

You'd been out here for a half hour now doing everything you could to get in your house. You tried to pick the lock, didn't work. You tried to open a window, didn't work. You even tried to break the fucking window with a rock you found on the front porch. And you guessed it- didn't work. The only thing you could've possibly done to get inside was to go through the half opened window, but that was all the

It seemed your only option was to ask for help, maybe even a ladder would suffice. Sighing you tried to remember who in your neighborhood was actually home, and who'd let you in at- what time is it anyway?

10:45 p.m.

Alright..not bad

"Alright alright so, Natasha and Steve are out on a vacation..Wanda's not here, Sam is still at work...and-"

Shit.

God I have to ask him

Bucky Barnes..the bane of your existence. The asshole who was right next door. A handsome asshole, but an asshole none the less.

You walked over..well no you stomped over to his house in your very uncomfortable heels- why did you even wear them- and made it to his door.

Just knock, just knock

You knocked twice and stood there for a minute, but he didn't come out.

Maybe he's sleeping..I'll leave. Maybe camp outside my porch and wait for Wanda to get back.

You turned around and started to walk away when you heard the door open.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing it's like ten something in the night?" A bleary-eyed Bucky said as he stood at the door.

You weren't sure if you should turn around and leave- save your self some embarrassment..or maybe just tell him you need some help.

"Y/n?"

You turned around and gave a small wave.

"Jesus- the hell happened to you. You look awful." He said as he eyes you up and down

Bitch

"I- you know what if your just gonna stand there and tell me how bad I look then forget it." You said as you started to walk away.

I don't know why I came here anyway. Stupid stupid idea.

"I wasn't- y/n wait why'd ya come?" He said as he reached out for your wrist and held it gently.

"I- I need help with something."

"With what?"

"I need help with getting inside my house." You said, whispering the last four words...it was quite embarrassing what happened to you, and even worse that you and to go to him for help.

"With what-? I can't hear you, c'mon say it or I'll leave your ass out here." He said, getting slightly irritated, and it showed because of the crinkles on his forehead coming down to his eyes...which were really blue- and nice and-

no no no

"I need some help getting into my house, like a ladder or something would be nice."

"The hell happened to your keys?"

"D-does it matter?!" You said exasperatedly.

"I- no no just come in, it's freezing out here and you look half dead." He said- well insulted you, and brought you inside.

You went inside his house and well shit it looked good. The whole "when a man moved into a house it needs a woman's touch" didn't apply to Bucky at all.

"So where the ladd-" You stopped speaking once you realized he left the room, maybe he went back to bed.

Ugh, you were freezing in your dress and you really wanted to just wipe off all of this makeup from your face.

Unless it already freezed onto you.

"Here." Bucky grumbled as he handed you a very soft blanket and a pillow.

"W-wait I don't need a place to sleep just the-"

"Look y/n it's now 11:00 in the night, it's freezing out and everyone is asleep except for me. Quite frankly your insane if you think I'm gonna let you go out there with my ladder to climb into that quarter opened window of yours. And another thing, why are you so adamant about getting into your house if all you're gonna do is yell about how your heating isn't working, yes I hear it all the time. Just please shut up, go to the bathroom do whatever you need to do, take the change of clothes I left you and just go. to. sleep."

Well shit

Wait change of clothes-? Oh..his clothes. That made you feel a bit warm inside..

No shut up

"I- ok, thank you." You said

He led you upstairs to his bathroom and you wiped off your makeup and splashed some water on your face.

Well I look human now

Walking to his bedroom you found the clothes he laid out for you, one of his smaller T-shirts and gray sweatpants. They were huge, and so soft. They also smelt like him, woodsy with a mix of honey. When you put them on they completely swallowed you. You walked.downstairs with the blanket and pillow in hand and found the couch.

"What're you doing?" Bucky said as he walked in the living room with a cup of tea..chamomile you thought.

"Going to sleep-?" You said as you started to position the pillow to your liking.

"I- Jesus y/n there's an entire bed up there the hell do you mean you're sleeping on the couch."

"It's your house, I'm not taking your bed away too."

"You're not taking the bed away just go lay down."

"No, I'll sleep on the couch it's fine."

"Why are you being stubborn, I'm offering you the bed."

"And I'm declining."

"I-" you heard him sigh before he started to talk again.

"Why don't we both take the bed then, that'll make ya feel better?" He said as he took you by your wrist and walked you both upstairs.

You both went in the room and laid down on opposite sides. The bed was soft and warm, a nice contrast to the cool pillows.

Damn, you needed a new mattress. Preferably this one.

"So uh, how'd you get locked out-?" Bucky said, awkwardly cringing at his attempt to break the silence.

"I left my keys in a guys car."

"So you didn't ask him for them back?"

"He drove away without me knowing so..yeah."

"Oh..what an ass."

"Got that right." You chuckled.

You felt him turn over, so he was now facing you. You turned around as well, welcomed by the sight of his pretty blue eyes and his smile.

"Why'd you let me stay?" You asked, finally voicing the question that lingered all night.

"Because you'd freeze if you slept out there?"

"Thought you'd enjoy if that happened." You chortled.

"Eh well- I wouldn't be happy about it. Besides I didn't need that weighing on my conscious all night."

"Mhm." You smiled at him.

"So.. what if I told you that I make great pancakes." He said as he scooted a bit closer.

"I would say I'd love a batch..but where would I be when I'm eating them?" You said, scooting a bit closer as well.

"My house..hopefully?"

"Well then I'd say yes..on one condition."

"What's the condition?" He said, and you felt a hand rest on your arm.

He's warm..

"Stay with me..and hold me?"

"Hmm, course doll. C'mere."

You snuggled your way up to his chest and you felt loving hands run up and down your arms, and then they wrapped around your waist. His head buried in your neck and yours in his chest.

"G'night Bucky."

"G'night doll, sleep well.

Time skip

Those pancakes were freaking amazing btw.

The end

[petitmonde]

May Trope Mayhem Day 26: Isekai or transmigration

In which I could not resist a cliché for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem.

Tags: Sashnetra, Anetra, Sasha Colby, RPDR s15, Isekai

Gravity always felt weird in the void, as if nothing tangible was tethered to anything in it. One step could feel like you were walking in water, the next on solid rock. Head held high, Anetra made her way towards the blue light.

Anetra opened her eyes. She was once again in the all too familiar void of darkness, illuminated by the blue crystals at the far end of the eternal Hallway of Rebirth. So, she had died. Again. She still wore the garb of a Hero, all of her weapons intact and where they were supposed to be.

One day, she'd learn not to get cocky fighting a high-ranking demon all on her own. That day wouldn't be today or the next. She never learnt not to dive head first into danger. There was no reason to, if she died, she would wake up here, talk to a god, then be on her merry way onto her next life.

Only to find someone who definitely was not the goddess she expected to be on the throne. On it sat a woman who could only be described as the sun. Long, black hair wrapped in a ponytail, adorned with jewels of gold and glitter. Green piercing eyes stared right into her soul, warm but distant at the same time. Skin that glistened like diamonds, the goddess barely wore anything that could be classified as clothes, putting everything on show. In her hand was a sceptre shaped like the sun.

The shock on Anetra's face must have amused the goddess.

"Welcome to the Hallway of Rebirth," the goddess' voice was loud and welcoming. She snorted and shook her head lightly. "No, that isn't right. It's welcome back, isn't it? You sure have been here a lot."

"I haven't seen you here before," Anetra said. She didn't dare speak out of turn. There was always a chance that this deity wasn't as kind as the others. "What happened to the Lady of the Moon?"

The goddess laughed at her. Yeah, no, she was an asshole. Anetra's initial faith in her was entirely misplaced, and along with it, any hope that she would help her.

"She's too busy running around with the Spirit of the Forest to take care of her duties, so here I am." The goddess raised her sceptre only to slam it down with a big thud. The action lit up the sun with a strong glow, replacing the blue that had preceded it. "I am the Goddess of the Sun, but you can call me Sasha."

Sasha didn't let Anetra get a word in. She clearly had a lot to say, and with a captive audience that had no option but to listen, she dug right in.

"I must say, you sure have died a lot. 237 times, wow, I'm almost sure that's a record. Is it recklessness? Incompetence? Or–" Sasha stretched the last syllable in taunt, "were you meeting someone here? Oh, right, right, you were, weren't you? I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you've been dumped."

"I've been... what?" None of the words that left Sasha's mouth made any sense. She didn't die on purpose. Most of the time.

"Dumped. Broken up with. Never to see her again. It's over. But that's not the only bad news you're getting today. I hate to diminish the work of a fellow god, but it truly is sloppy to revive the same person this many times."

"I see," Anetra sighed dejectedly. It was bound to happen at some point, only she didn't think she would get the news from a god she hadn't met before. "This is it, then?"

"Not quite. Seeing as I am a kind and benevolent goddess, I'll give you one more life in a new world, one without demons or monsters. You will never have to fight another troll again or worry when the Demon King's army is advancing on an innocent village."

Sasha tapped the ground with her sceptre once again. A ring formed around Anetra, trapping her in it.

Sasha continued, "as one last divine gift, you can make any one wish for something to bring to the new world. As soon as you speak it, the two of us will part."

An idea formed in Anetra's head. There was no telling what kind of world she would be sent to or what dangers that lurked, but with a companion, maybe it would be easier to get by.

"Anything?"

"Didn't I say so? Do hurry it up, please. I have other things to do than entertain a godchaser."

Anetra smirked. She knew exactly what she wanted to bring. "Then, I'm taking you with me."

"Wait, what... you can't do that–"

Another ring enveloped Sasha, lightning up and lifting her off the throne. In desperation, Sasha hit the invisible walls of the ring. "What the hell, you can't do that."

"I'll see you on the other side."

The last thing Anetra saw before she was enveloped in the light was Sasha's angry face yelling something she couldn't hear. She was sure to hear the other end of the rant once they both woke up wherever it was they were going.

[stanisafurry]

South Park Post Covid AU fic where Kenny had become tired of his friends being chronic iPad kids or something idk

"well maybe if you assholes weren't on your iPads all the god damn time, none of this would have happened!"

"so, Dr. McCormick! what do you plan on doing once you find a way to time travel to the past?"

"I'm gonna smash my friends' ipads"

*Kenny manages to time travel*

*Kenny to his friends as kids*

"give me those fucking iPads"

"oh noooo! not my ipad!"

*adult Kenny takes kid Cartman's iPad*

"aye! give it back!!"

*adult Stan and Kyle arrive*

"Kenny, you don't have to do this!"

"we promise we'll limit our time on the iPads! really!"

"how am I supposed to trust you guys? you three were constantly on your iPads! During my birthday parties, during our graduation ceremony! my uncle's funeral, Craig and Tweek's wedding,during Jimmy's biggest stand up comedy night of the year, EVERYTHING! every time I looked over *starts tearing up, voice cracking* you three were on those god damn iPads!"

"Kenny, please! we're sorry!"

"no! it's too late for that now! I'm gonna smash these iPads, and then I'm gonna go further back in time and kill Steve Jobs before he even thinks of coming up with this dreaded iPad!"

"But, Kenny! you need to think this through! if Steve Jobs didn't invent the iPad, then someone else would have!"

"god damn it, Kyle!"

"Listen, Kenny, just give Cartman back his iPad and we can-"

*kid Kenny dies from a tactical satellite attack*

"yo what the fuck??"

[thessalian]

Thess vs Transphobes' Misconceptions

It occurs to me that I have a story that can be given to every asshole who says shit like, "Kids aren't trans - they're being brainwashed and groomed by the horrible pedophiles in the media calling for so-called 'rights'!" and "Schools have no business telling kids about that LGBT stuff; they're too young to understand that!"

Picture the scene: Montreal, QC, 1985 or so. Now, I specify the where and when because it does actually mean something: Quebec was super Catholic for a very long time, and while it was getting less so in the 80s, it was still pretty prevalent in the general mood of the boomers who were our parents, and whatever the fuck the generation was that were their parents. Not that there weren't gay people, bi people, trans people; gods, no. Just they were a lot more circumspect, and quite often in very deep denial. (Hell, my mother only came to terms with the fact that she's bi a few months ago, despite being head-over-heels in love and lust with one of her best friends when I was a kid. But she was raised Catholic, so I guess her denial shouldn't be a surprise, especially after Mum made her feelings known and the best friend ran for the hills. I swear I want to punch that woman in the mouth for being such a bitch about it, even if she probably is approaching seventy by now. ANYWAY.)

So I'm in elementary school, and one of my best friends is this kid named Alex. I remember him surprisingly well - very red hair, very brown eyes, lots of freckles. And we were both fans of the Jem and the Holograms cartoon. And Alex insisted that Kimber Benton had been born a boy (or, y'know, a trans woman - we were kids and didn't really have the right terminology available to us at that point, not to mention that the terminology has changed a lot over the last few decades). He had a whole lot of weight behind his headcanon too, and I wasn't about to contradict him - hell, even then, I knew not to harsh someone's squee when it didn't really matter to me either way.

But it mattered to him. It mattered desperately to him. And one day, I found out why it mattered so much to him. He didn't say it outright; it was a lot of very nervously dropped little comments over the course of a conversation about a recent episode. But it was pretty clear to me, even at, like, eight or so - he needed Kimber to be a trans woman because if she was, with her bright red hair kind of like his ... then he could be too. I don't think he ever came out and said that he felt like he was a girl, but I'm pretty sure he came close - that or I was just way more perceptive than the average eight-year-old.

Nothing really changed, outwardly. We were in elementary school, in a pretty Catholic province, in the 80s - hell, at the start of what we now call the AIDS epidemic. Preferred pronouns, style of dress, even borrowing my lip gloss ... none of that was on the table for my friend. But my friend knew, absolutely. I do remember inviting my friend over for a sleepover - I think I mentioned that maybe we could play with my makeup kit. My friend said "No, Mom won't let me have a sleepover with girls" and just ... so many reasons I couldn't understand why not, but I could understand being entirely afraid of what your mother would say if you broke the rules.

My friend went to another school the next year. We never saw each other again. I don't know what happened, and I only hope my friend stayed safe until she could get away and be who she wanted to be. And I will call her she now. Whether she's out there living her best life or ... gods, please not the victim of some conversion therapy nightmare or worse ... she deserves that at least.

And she was eight years old when she knew. So don't you go telling me that kids can't know that they're trans when they're that young. My friend was eight, and she was a girl, and she knew no one would let her be a girl because of the contents of her pants and what a doctor called out when she was born. I hope she's allowed to be that girl now. Well, I guess it'd be woman now, but you know what I mean.

(As a side note - if I had a 5p piece for every non-cishet AMAB redhead named Alex I'd had in my life, I'd have ... 10p, but it's weird that it happened more than once.)

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Shit, this is gonna be heavy. Trigger warning for discussion of cult abuse and self-harm. I'll put a cut somewhere.

Foster care with the Pentecostals, and then to a fair degree my great-grandma, trained me to be constantly ashamed of myself and self-flagellating about it. In that typical fundamentalist religious context, of course. Since I had ADHD, everything I did was either wrong or not good enough most of the time. And they taught me that if you feel guilty, it means you are sinning and need to be punished. Standard fare for their brand of Christianity.

Now, this is complicated by the trigeminal neuralgia a lot. Since it was a pretty severe burning pain for such an early age, it's the impulse control problem. That is, there was none. And the pain was also seen as a punishment from God, once they finally believed that something was wrong with my face. For... Ah, yes, that's right. It was for the crime of literally being the legal definition of a bastard (a thing no child ever has a choice in). You know, because you're supposed to get married before you have any sex at all, or you're sinning. According to them.

But that I actually understandably had no impulse control was a problem, too, because everything is problematic to them. Even though if they'd had any compassion at all, they'd have understood that I was going through something unspeakably painful, and that I needed to be treated with kindness instead of scorn. Like, I'm only digging half my face completely bloody because there's nothing else I, a four/five year old child, can do without help from other people who actually know what's going on. Trust me, no one was more afraid of what was happening than me.

Also, especially to Nanny, I was destroying the beauty God had also still blessed me with. So I really had a lot of reasons to feel bad and guilty and ashamed. And they of course made sure I knew that, even if they were being 'subtle' about it. To say it didn't help me cope with the pain any better or stop picking at sores would be a massive understatement. I literally believe the stress of it triggered even more pain that I couldn't just ignore.

I was also unable to communicate with others effectively, and was constantly, sometimes even intentionally, misunderstood. I was a freak, and people consistently bullied me. Nothing I did ever seemed to make much difference when people were hellbent on judging me for my disabilities. And even when people didn't, it barely mattered with everything else that happened.

So I was extremely repressed and traumatized to the point that I believed I deserved being punished for anything I felt guilty about doing or thinking or being incapable of getting everything right every time, including the first. Since mistakes weren't allowed. It also led me to lie a lot about things like homework that no one understood how I struggled to complete because of reality that I wasn't a perfect student even though I was also pretty smart. Because that's not how education works, but a lot of people will try to con you into believing it is.

And subconsciously, I simply continued the barrage against myself, since my parents and grandma weren't so strict and my very dysfunctional mind just screamed at me night and day that I have to punish myself. But at the exact same time, I also still believed I was weak for succumbing to the pain and self-harming, even though it felt like my rightful punishment. Because the assholes brainwashing me were nothing if not constantly contradicting in their own beliefs.

-Carl ⚾😺

[marcyyss]

' Loving at the distance '

Vance hopper x reader

( Reader and Vance are 15 )

Summary: You love Vance Hopper, one day he appears with a girl so you decided to make him jealous, even if he doesn't know about your existence!

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This one is short, and prob the next one is the last part!! Pls give ideas for the next part so it wont be so short :(

After what happened, you called Bruce to search for comfort and platonic love..

Which you didn't get, he laughed at you

— " YOU CAN'T BE *THAT* BAD "

— " yes i am! I ruined everything "

— " How the FUCK you can say that to your YEARS crush, are you stupid? "

He said as he laughed at you, at least he was a good friend and told you that he is going to your house with ice cream

- 15 minutes lateer -

— " Ok but seriously, how can people ALWAYS have ice cream in their house? Like im not broke but i dont have THAT much money to buy ice cream everyday "

Bruce was talking about life, like he always do and you were crying in the sofa, like you always do

— " oh my god y/n, stop crying for that idiot, plus he already has a girlfriend "

— " But I can be his girlfriend! "

— " Keep dreaming y/n i dont think thats going to happen anytime soon "

— " Weren't you here to comfort me?! "

— " Nah, im here to eat ice cream, watch tv and make fun of you, like, my 3 favorites things in the world together "

You sobbed again, and he rolled his eyes and hugged you

— " Ugh Fine... Dont be sad y/n, there are a lot of people out there plus he isn't that pretty you know? He should brush his hair "

— " If i was his girlfriend i could brush it.. "

— " Okay, now you are just being pathetic, stop crying for him! You stalk him all summer and he knows it, and doesnt say anything to you, he doesn't care about you "

— " You're rigth, i should stop looking after him "

You sigh, and your hopes of being with Vance leaves your body..

BUT

Your hopes of being with someone new makes you feel good, you were pretty enough, some boys at school already asked you out so you guess you are really pretty

— " You're rigth Bruce! I deserve more then him! "

— " Exactly! I love when you listen to me and not your dumbass heart "

— " Im pretty rigth? Like, i could have a pretty boyfriend, and then Vance will look what he missed "

— " Yeah, um, i wouldn't say that you are prettier then ME but yeah, you are.. something "

You runned to the bathroom and started brushing your hair and putting makeup on your face

— " Hey Bruce, do you know anyone that has a crush on me? "

— " Uuuh, yeah? A 12 year old.. "

��� " Come on, help me on this one, you said i should stop crushing on Vance so im trying and you are no help "

— " Ok.., um, yeah Mike has a crush on you, he told me that he wanted to asked you out someday "

— " Uuh.. He's not really my type but i guess it can work "

— " By the way, why are you putting makeup? Its like 1 am "

— " .. Fuck you're rigth. "

When school begin, you and and Mike were taking, he seem nerveous to talk to you but you were trying to find anything atractive in him, so you can like him back

— " So Mike.. Do you want to go to the park someday? Like.. In a date? "

— " A d-date? Suresuresuresure i'll go with you anywhere if you want "

"Weirdo" you thought, you were kinda disgusted by him, but you tried to look kind and pretty, but in the inside you thought if there was ANYONE ELSE who liked you and was atractive, it seems like you could only think on Vance and how handsome he was

The bell ringed, so your nigthmare of talking to Mike the weirdo was over, as you were walking to your class, mr. Vance hopper grabbed you by the arm

— " Dont think you would get away with this bullshit, really, whats on your fucking mind you weirdo? You dont have a brain? "

— " Hey let me go asshole, i need to go to class "

— " Yeah no shit, you wont go anywhere with that idiot, you will go out with me "

— " YOU? Yeah, no thanks but im really over you so your chance are none "

— " Im not asking, im telling you that you will, see you in grab and go at the same hour as always "

He left after saying that "asshole" you thought, as you were going to that fucking date with him..

Okay maybe you will, you are not THAT over him.. But of course Bruce will be there because maybe Vance wants to beat the hell out of you, and someone has to be there to recognize your body

Thats the only reason

Rigth?

Pls give ideas for the next part so it wont be so short 😭😭

[mlmxreader]

So Long As You're Safe & Protected | Black Noir x gn!reader

Hi, i love your writing!! Can I request some angsty gn reader x black noir with "is that all I am to you?" and "would you fucking listen to me for once?" pretty please??

summary: Black Noir knows that there's only one way he can ensure that you're safe and protected when Homelander threatens your life and Ashley backs him up on it.

tws: mentions of violence, swearing

Ashley had said time and time again that you weren't allowed to be seen with Black Noir in public, and for the most part, you were okay with that; more than okay, actually, as it meant that you didn't need to put up with that cunt Homelander. God, he deserved to fucking die. The way he abused A Train made your blood boil, and the way he abused Noir made you grind your teeth so hard that you thought you would snap your jaw bone in half. You hated him, and when Noir revealed to you that Homelander was none other than the son of Soldier Boy - a racist, homophobic misogynistic pig - you couldn't say that you were surprised; the cunt apple didn't fall far from the fucking cunt tree. You were just fine with not being Noir's date to public events like film premieres and galas and meetings and charity balls, more than content to stay at home and wait for him; but then you heard about certain rumours that you just couldn't put from your mind.

You knew they were more than likely false, just gossip put out by journalists hired by pricks who wanted to cause shit just to sell papers, but you couldn't help it; the pictures that came with the rumours were too much. Black Noir was in love with someone else and he looked... you couldn't see it behind his mask, but he only ever put his hand with his pinky and index fingers, the only ones held up when he was happy; you started to think maybe they were true. Maybe he was in love with someone else. Maybe he was, at any moment, going to up and leave you without so much as a goodbye sticky note.

As days went by, the rumours became more and more realistic, and you snapped when Noir walked into your flat as if nothing was going on.

"You fucking asshole!" You couldn't even bring yourself to raise your voice. "I can't believe you'd fucking do this to me!"

Noir cocked his head to the side, daring to sign: "what?"

"It's all over the papers," your voice cracked a little as you spoke, "you've fallen in love with somebody else. Haven't you?"

Noir didn't react.

"Little more than a fucking place to run to," you scoffed. "Is that all I am to you? Do I matter that little?"

He didn't react, he only sat at the edge of the bed and twiddled his thumbs; he couldn't tell you.

"Noir!" You snapped. "Noir, would you fucking listen to me for once? Please?"

He shook his head, grabbing his overnight bag from under the bed and pulling it out and onto his lap, daring to sign, "do you want me to leave?"

You shrugged. "I don't fucking know. I'd like the truth, ideally."

But he couldn't tell you the truth, even though he wanted to; Ashley had roped him into his PR stunt of a romance with some actor - or maybe they were a singer, or maybe they were a model, he couldn't be sure - after Homelander had found out about you. Being the cunt he was, Homelander told Noir that unless he started this PR relationship, he would find you, and he would kill you. He would fucking laser your eyes out of your skull and make Noir watch when he did. Noir couldn't, and wouldn't, risk such a thing happening to you. He couldn't tell you the truth. He could only hurt you in hopes that it would save you.

"I'm sorry," Noir signed. "I'd tell you if I could."

"The fuck do you mean if you could?" You asked with a scoff and a budding sob.

"Homelander." He hung his head for a moment and let out a quiet sob. "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Please. I love you, but… I have to go."

You couldn't even bring yourself to watch him pack his shit, escaping to the living room and lying down on the sofa with your back turned so all you had to look at was the back cushions; you didn't want to hear it, you didn't want to see it, you couldn't bring yourself to do anything except quietly sob.

In the bedroom, Noir hadn't stopped crying as he packed his bags, the vision behind his mask blurred as he cried softly, quietly; he didn't want to hurt you, he really didn't, and if there was some way he could have stopped you from being hurt, he would have done it. But Ashley never liked you, she had despised you, so of course she sided with Homelander when he made up some bullshit about Noir needing a significant other who was marketable, who would bring his approval points up; and of course, he wouldn't risk you getting hurt. Homelander had fucking roared in his face, spat and cursed at him; he would laser you, he would break your bones, he would fucking kill you in the slowest and most sickly and awful ways he could think of… and he would force Noir to watch every single second of it. Every single second of torture, Homelander would force Noir to watch it; Noir couldn't put you through that, he would not and could not risk such harm coming to you. He loved you, all he ever wanted was to protect you from Homelander. All he needed was to know that you were safe.

But now the safest thing to do, the best thing Noir could do to protect you, was to hurt you; was to break your heart like dropping a glass.

You would think he was an asshole, you would despise him and loathe him… but you would be safe. You would be safe, you would be protected. Homelander wouldn't touch you, as long as Noir left. As long as Noir left you and he broke your heart, you would be safe and you would be protected; he could live with that, he would sleep soundly at night knowing that. Even if he was next to some unattractive false celebrity he had no interest in.

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[erina-writes-headcanons]

Canada, Italy, and Japan react to s/o who is really angry with their friend or sibling for not inviting them to one of their events? To be honest I don't get invited to parties either.

Kiku Honda, Feliciano Vargas and Matthew Williams with S/O Who is Really Angry with Their Friend/Sibling For Not Inviting Them To One Of Their Events.

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you for the Request and to be honest. I can relate to this because lots of people in my school don't really like me and it happened between me and my ex-best friend (Thank God the trash takes out itself from my life after using me like a leech). Anyway, I'm really sorry that happened to you and if I were your best friend. I would always invite you to my party!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Kiku Honda - Japan

Kiku Honda is not someone who isn't expressive so there would be a lot of times where you think he doesn't care about your condition at all but that's not true at all.

In fact he is one of the most understanding characters and that is why he is the best listener among the other Hetalia characters. He can be very emphatic.

Even though he didn't get dramatic by shouting out or screaming, it was clear that he was livid when he knows that your sibling or your now ex-best friend didn't invite you.

His eyes got dimmer and his frown was deeper after listening that you weren't invited to their wedding or their birthday party because he knows that you are actually hurting because of them.

After that Kiku would make them regret it but in an indirect way because he didn't want them to find out that he was angry at them for hurting you.

I can see Japan has a social media where he mostly posts his manga drawing and his drawing would be really popular. I can see he would make a manga or a comic about your sibling/ex-best-friend who didn't invite you as he makes them a villain in his book even though with a different name.

After making a manga about your sibling/ex-best friend as the villain in his manga. I can see that he would make a story about how your ex-best friend or sibling did being an asshole to you and it was based on true story but with the name of your sibling or friend censored.

You can imagine once your sibling or ex-best friend did see his manga. They not only going to be livid at you but they would also feel ashamed and jealous because you have a cool mangaka husband/boyfriend and they are begging you and Kiku to take down the book.

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A bright screen shines through your computer with thousands of words written down on the first three pages where (Y/N) (L/N) is making a report of recent data and files. The (E/C) eyes scan the whole file, trying to look for any kind of grammatical mistakes or typos before it is going to be submitted to the manager and the director of the company.

A giggle can be heard from far away with some several chuckles and laughs, their laughter was familiar, especially some of them who happened to be your seatmate. (Y/N) wanted to join the conversation but they/she/he knew that the file needs to be finished as soon as possible so (Y/N) would go up to them later.

However, your smile was replaced with a frown as your ears picking up on their conversation. You could not believe it all, your best friend would backstab you like this and not minding to talk behind your back without any guilt as they were laughing behind your back while they were not aware you were nearby.

"Hey, do you think we should invite your best friend, (Y/N) (L/N)?"

"Her/Him? That loser wannabe? Nah, why would we invite her/him? She/he would ruin the party, I mean just look at their/her/his clothes. Fucking disgusting," Haruhi, your friend said.

"Yeah, she/he/they should have dressed better like us," her teammate Sarina giggles.

It feels like a slow motion as (Y/N) can feel the wetness in their/her/his arms and something dripping down from the cheeks before (Y/N) realizes that they/he/she is in fact crying silently after hearing that her own friend not only making fun of her from behind but they didn't want to invite her to the party.

Timeskip

Kiku sees your eyes, it was duller as he was sipping on his green tea while reading a manga book. There was also eye bags underneath your eyes, lips dried, skin paler than before with tears stain on your cheeks. He knew that you're in pain and need comfort but he needs to know first what causes you in a miserable state like this.

"(Y/N)-chan/-kun. Is something matters?" He asks.

"No..." you lied to him but he knows that you didn't tell him the truth.

"(Y/N)-chan/-kun....prease. I need to know what causes you to be rike this. You know I cannot stand to see you in so much pain," Kiku silently begs as he looks down before he looks you in the eyes once again.

"It's just....my best friend I told you about this whole time they hated me and backstabbed me from behind and they don't want to invite me to their birthday party," you told him.

Upon hearing your explanation, the light on his eyes immediately gone as his face darkens "Haruhi and Sarina-san, huh? (Y/N)-san. I want you to cut ties with them. I have a pran for them," Kiku looks at you in the eyes once the light in his eyes back.

"What plan?"

"You wirr see. For now, you can just cut ties with them and then relax. I wirr help you and protect you from toxic friends," Kiku promises, shakily holding one of your hands. It was a little bit surprising when he held your hands but you still love it nonetheless as a smile escape from your face.

'Thank you..."

Bonus:

The next day, your phone got blasted by Sarina and Haruhi's messages to tell your husband to take down about the book that he wrote about them being backstabbers. Instead of replying to their messages, you just scoff and block their numbers and continue your life with Kiku as the two of you had fun drawing anime characters together.

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Feliciano Vargas - Italy

If Kiku is more mature in handling this kind of problem. I am really sorry but your boyfriend Feliciano isn't as mature as him when it comes to handling your sibling or ex-best friend.

He does get angry when he knows that you were not invited by your sibling or your ex-best friend because he believes that what they did is not what siblings or best friends suppose to do.

Not only angry but I also can see Feliciano would cry for you even though you weren't that upset in the beginning, just a bit surprised that someone you close with would do that to you.

I do believe Feliciano is not a violent person like his twin brother Romano. However, he is much more expressive when it comes to showing his stress and anger, unlike Japan.

I said he is less mature because I can see Feliciano would pull some embarrassing or questioning stuns on your sibling or your friend and sometimes it also embarrasses you.

Feliciano would not be afraid to make silly draws of your friend or your sibling and causing them to be the laughing stock of everyone in the social media.

Other than drawing your sibling or friend in a silly way. I can see he would make a portion of pasta for them but it has a bad and bland taste when they are coming over. Don't worry, it's not poisonous, just bad to make them cringe.

Surprisingly he still can able to pull an innocent smile to them so your sibling or friend couldn't get angry at him somepletely until they left and Feliciano told you the truth.

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A smile adorning (Y/N) (L/N) face as their/her/his eyes pay attention to the text messages from their dear cousin who have a close relationship together with you. The two of you would throw each other stupid yet funny puns to each other where the two of you would also talk about your daily life.

It was all filled with giggles and laughter when you two were chatting until your cousin question replaced your smile with a frown. It was a simple and innocent question and you know that your cousin did not have any bad intention but their question struck your heart and ripping it in half.

"Hey (Y/N), did you get the email?" Your cousin asks

"Email? Email of what?" You ask.

"You didn't get it? Did your sibling send you a wedding invitation?"

"I haven't check it, let me see" you type back.

However, as you open the email icon inside of your phone/ There was no invitation at all and you realize that your sibling did not invite you to their wedding event. Sure that your relationship with your sibling got restrained a little bit but you didn't expect that your sibling would be this petty to you.

"I....I didn't get invited....why?" You ask yourself.

Nevertheless, you lied to your cousin that you got invited by her and you just recently saw it because you were too busy. The smiley face on her text message broke your heart twice as your cousin send her final message 'Great! I cannot wait to see you at your sibling's wedding!' and you slam your phone on the bed. Curling yourself on the bed and sobs, not realizing a pair of closed eyes watching you from far away and looking at you with sadness.

'Mio/mia amore....' he whispered to himself.

Timeskip in two weeks later

A knock could be heard from outside of the door and (Y/N) ears perked up from the loud sound of the door. Grabbing the handle the door and pulling it open, you were surprised to see your sister/brother with their husband or wife sides to side and a plastered fake smile on your sibling face expect their wife/husband who are smiling genuinely at you.

"Hey there my favorite sister/brother! How are you?" Your sibling asked.

"O-oh hey. I didn't know you were coming today. Why don't you come inside?" You step aside to let them goes inside.

Feliciano comes from the kitchen and saw your siblings before he smiles and skipping towards them "buongiorno (good day) Mrs and Mr. (L/N), I made pastas for you two. Why don't you eat my special pasta!" Feliciano invited them.

The two of them look at each other and smile before going to the kitchen to enjoy his pasta. However, they did not realize that your sibling has soggy and slightly burnt pasta with overseasoned and not seasoned pasta while your sibling's husband/wife has his special pasta.

The colour on your sibling's face was drained because of the bad pasta but they see that Feliciano, you and their husband/wife eating the pasta happily so they did not have the heart to complain to eat Felicano's pasta that he purposely made it bad for your sibling.

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Matthew Williams - Canada

As Matthew S/O, I believe he focuses to make you happy first instead of doing silly revenge like Feliciano or Kiku did to your siblings or friend.

That does not mean he is not angry. In fact, he really want to send his kumajirou to mess with their house or smack them with his hockey stick

However, he knows every bad action would lead to bad karma so he didn't do those things to your siblings and friends after they didn't invite you to their wedding or birthday party.

He would focus making you happy first by making his famous fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and give those to you to make you full.

After making pancakes, he would listen to you ranting about how mean was your friend or your siblings for not inviting you to their event as he takes notes to protect you from them.

Not only making pancakes but I can see Matthew would akso bring you to the forest where there is no dangerous animals and let you stay with him in the cabin together to enjoy nature together.

After that he would take pictures of you and him having fun in nature and interacting with forest creatures (deers, bunnies, and squirrels) and the pictures turn out beautiful as you have fun with Matthew.

You can imagine once Matthew publishes a picture of you having fun in nature with him. Your friend or sibling saw the picture and gets jealous because you have such a loveable husband/boyfriend.

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The sheet of the pillowcase along with the bedsheets decorated with wet patches from the tears of your eyes. There were pings from your phone but you did not reply to is because it was mostly from your ex-best friend who is mocking you directly and flaunting you that she didn't invite you on purpose.

It happened because of a silly mistake where you accidentally spill coffee on her branded clothes and you did try to apologize to her by promising her that you would buy her new clothes. It was stupid that you made a friend with one of the most toxic people in your class as your other friend James warns you about your petty friend.

You didn't listen to him and continued being friends with your now ex-friend who is very materialistic, not aware of the danger that you would get from her until now. To make fun of your condition more, she flaunted all of the jewels and all of the expensive gifts that she got from her friend on her birthday and she made fun of you, telling you that you couldn't afford all of those gifts and that's why she didn't want to invite you because you would give her a cheap birthday present.

It was clear that the girl are laughing behind the screen and enjoying your miserable state after making fun of you whereas a pair of lilac eyes see your tear-stained cheeks, eyebags, bloodshot eyes and your condition which keeps getting worse every hour. He could feel his heart breaking apart to see you like this.

Matthew silently trudges behind you before he sits next to you and his hand gently held your shoulder "Maple....what happened, eh? Can you tell me what's going on?" he asks.

"M-my..... ex-best friend.....purposely did not invite me and then making fun of me...saying that I am poor...." you told him with a hoarse voice.

" I see...I'm sorry that happened, maple. Some people can be an asshole but you don't need a friend like those. You don't need toxic people in your life...Come here, maple. I made pancakes for you," he wrapped his arms around you before gently pulling you into his embrace and hugging you.

His hugs were very comforting and you could not help but nuzzle your head to his chest to feel that comfort from him. Seeing you slowly stop crying, Matthew gently smile as he feel glad that you're stop feeling hurt because of your toxic friend. "How about this, tomorrow we will go together. I have a surprise for you and I know you will enjoy it. How about that?" Matthew offers.

"That sounds good...let's go. I cannot wait to hang out with you," you wiped your tears away and looking at him with a smile.

Bonus:

On the next day, the two of you are going into the small forest where the two of you could interact together with the animals on there. Surprisingly, many of the small creatures would go up at you and let you pat their head or play with them, especially the bunnies and the fawns.

Seeing the interaction, Matthew couldn't pass the chance up and taking picture of you having fun with the animals just like a Disney princess. Your Canadian husband posts beautiful pictures of you on the internet and many of your followers love the pictures as a pair of (E/C) stare at your picture with jealousy. She hisses, jealous and couldn't accept that you were still able to live happily after trying to make fun of you.

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[drunktuesdays]

man, dustin would be nuts about the whole porn thing. eating his left arm trying to find it, while telling himself that it would be Awful if he found jim's porn videos, just The Worst. hot little jim taking it for pay, that would be awful. where are these videos, so he can know what sites to avoid anyway? all while jim is trying to play it off as Not A Big Deal, Anyway. he was just out of college, probably, before he got his big boy job, wrestling wasn't paying and he just needed a little extra cash to hold himself over. he did a few vids and cashed out, it was fine. dustin, finding the videos, realizing that he knew jim when he was making the vids (maybe they'd just met), he'd go insane over it.

Okay, i was saving this until I had some time, and I'm SO bored out of my SKULL right now that i'm revisiting it. This is regarding this ask about Dustin finding out Jim did porn before Dustin knew him.

I think I would have Dustin thinking it would be funny rather than awful. I think I'd want him so disconnected from the idea that he's totally attracted to Jim that he actually has no concept that watching Jim do anything remotely sexual would awaken anything in him. I think like, he'd fully be like "I'm gonna find the videos and then I'll make fun of him and it'll be literally so funny."

But he doesn't reasonably have enough information right now. Like, maybe just once he switches pornhub over to the gay version and types in "blond twink" and immediately gets so spooked he has to go play video games for 6 hours.

So maybe, I think what happens is that Dustin brings it up when Jim's least expecting it. Maybe he gets Jim a lil tipsy, not like, deliberately, but Jim is tipsy and he's on the couch laying there blinking at Dustin, kicking him a little with his feet.

"What kind of porn did you do?" Dustin says, capturing Jim's ankle and pinning him down.

"What?" Jim says, wriggling his foot.

"When you did porn," Dustin says. "Was it like, weird porn?"

Jim goes a little pink. "I thought you weren't gonna ask me about this."

"Well, I lied," Dustin says. "Was it like, furry shit? Or like, did you dress up—"

"Oh my god," Jim says. "No, Jesus. Just—regular stuff. Jerking off for the camera, christ."

"You said you never did that," Dustin said, squeezing Jim's ankle. "On Popping Dogs, you said—"

"For a girl," Jim said, testily. "I never did for—who cares? It was just like, some dumb website someone I knew from school was running, and he paid me to jerk off a few times. Are you like, trying to get a hook up for a job, or something?"

"Hell yeah," Dustin said. "Big Chuckie T jerking off on camera? Everyone would subscribe. Everyone would die to see it. Whatever, forget it then. Stop kicking me or I'm gonna rip your foot off.

Jim kicked him again, because he's such a fucking asshole.

Dustin basically forgets about that conversation, because he wakes up hungover as fuck and makes like an angry bear until Jim brings him back a hamburger and then maybe things are alright again.

Later, on his laptop, he scrolls through Jim's facebook friends list, looking at all his college friends. None of them look like porno guys. They all look normal, no weird staches or perv faces—oh shit. Web developer. Bingo. His heart is pounding so weirdly as he types the guy's name into google. It's gonna be funny when he finds Jim's videos is all. He's gonna take screenshots of Jim's weird o-face. It's gonna be the funniest thing he ever finds.