soda kisses steve’s forehead ALL THE TIME and steve pretends like he hates it, but it’s secretly one of his favorite things
during rumbles, they always stick together and look out for one another
they 100% fuck after every rumble.
whenever steve is driving, one hand is on the wheel and the other is on soda’s thigh or holding his hand
they can’t show pda in public but whenever they’re alone or with the gang, you can’t get them away from each other
pony has walked in on them on more than one occasion
soda came out to pony first just to see what it would feel like
pony said some dumb ass poetic shit, but soda was more than happy that he was accepting
darry was confused at first, but once he saw how in love with steve soda was he was so okay with it
steve never came out to his dad, and soda has never met him
when steve and soda fight, it’s usually over something serious and they’ll go a couple days without talking
soda always apologizes first, because steve is so much more stubborn.
late night sex
these two just really can’t get enough of each other
steve gets pissed whenever him and pony are arguing and soda takes pony’s side
pony hates steve SO MUCH
steve takes advantage of that by making sure him and soda fuck on his and pony’s bed at least once a month
seeing soda cry is the most heartbreaking thing steve has ever seen, especially since he never knows what to do to make him feel better
soda makes steve stay at his house as much as possible just because he knows how much he can’t stand his old man
they couldn’t go to the drive in by themselves because they always had the nerve to hold hands or cuddle up with each other
date ideas would include: going out to eat, driving around, or just being by themselves in the Curtis house.
steve still lets pony sleep on his bed even though he hates him
when they’re at work, they have to keep busy or else they will distract them and they won’t get nothing done
when soda gets drafted, they spend the whole night together just crying and hugging each other, they were both to afraid to let go
soda refused to let steve go with him, he couldn’t take it if something happened to him
steve hated the idea, because all he wanted was to protect him and he knew he couldn’t do that unless he went.
soda wrote him letters as often as possible, and steve kept every single one of them, and he still has them.
when steve found out soda had died he hit rock bottom. he stopped eating until the gang forced him, he didn’t go to work, didn’t shower. For a week straight he laid on soda’s side of his and pony’s bed and no one dared to try and move him.
steve never dated anyone else, he still saw soda as his only love, whether he was alive or not.
the gang helped him get back on his feet, but he was never the same.
the passion he had for cars died down, if any of the gang needed help with one of their cars he could hardly do it without crying, everything he did reminded him of soda.
steve was okay, he could pull through, but their was nothing he missed or loved more than soda.
when steve got enough money to get his own place right down the streets from the curtis’ he had a drawer full of soda’s old shirts and flannels and whenever he was feeling sad or missing him he would put one of them on, and he felt like he was okay
the house was decorated with pictures of him, soda, and the gang
when he closed his eyes he could sometimes feel soda’s lips on his forehead
everything about soda was stained in his memory, from the way he said certain words to his scent, to how his skin warmed up under steve’s touch
steve visited soda’s grave as much as possible, talked to him as much as he could, vented to him, anything. he felt like soda was still there but he knew he wasn’t
IThere’s one thing that Darry couldn’t stand, and that’s not being in control. And lately, control, that was a word that had lost all meaning to him.
But now, he was in a new territory; he had no clue what he was doing or what was going to come next. He was taking one day at a time.
His parent’s died almost a year ago and each and every day since then he has felt as though he has been hanging on by a thread… and boy, was it close to breaking. He almost lost Ponyboy… and then he lost Johnny and Dally all in the same day and he just didn’t know how much more he could take. He didn’t know how to adapt to change. And he wasn’t ready to start learning.
“Hey Darry, can you help me with my homework?” Ponyboy asked innocently, a pencil was dangling from his lips as he tapped his foot on the ground.
“For God’s sake Ponyboy, figure it out for yourself.”
He didn’t mean to snap at his little brother, honestly, he didn’t, he was just so worked up about all these bills that some how managed to keep piling up.
“Hey Darry, maybe you should go and cool off, huh?” Soda tried to defuse the situation with his trademark smile and a small clap to Darry’s back, but that was enough to send Darry into a fit of rage.
“Who’re you telling to cool off?” Darry didn’t mean to, honestly, he didn’t. He didn’t know what came over him as he picked his brother up by the scruff of his beat up DX shirt until he was at eye level with him.
“Darry!” Ponyboy cried, getting out of his seat as fast as he could muster. “What are you doing!”
“I’m getting sick and tired of both of your attitudes, you dig? I’ll have you both over my knee so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
He had lost control.
“I’m sorry.” Sodapop whispered, his eyes were brimming with tears, but Sodapop was too proud to let them fall as he stonily stared at his hero. “Put me down, big brother.”
The weight of the situation that had just unfolded slammed down onto his shoulders as he stared directly into the eyes of the little brother he promised he would always protect, and now, he was the one tearing him down.
“Soda.” Darry whispered, placing him onto the ground. His hands were shaking and he looked like he going to break. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, Darry.” Sodapop whispered, wrapping his arms around his big brother. “I know. It’s okay.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Darry tried to pry himself out of Sodapop’s hold, he didn’t deserve to be comforted, he didn’t deserve his forgiveness, he deserved to be alone… he should leave, he shouldn’t have family or friends. But Soda wasn’t having any of it, he held onto him tighter.
“Get off me!” Darry muttered, shoving him away from him. Soda stumbled back into this side of the cupboard, he was sure it was going to bruise.
Ponyboy wasn’t sure what was happening, he’d never seen his big brother like this before. He was always Superman, he always strong, emotionally and otherwise. Nothing could touch him- but Darry was breaking, and he was starting to make a break for the door.
“Darry, don’t leave.” Ponyboy said softly causing Darry to stop in his tracks. “Please, Dar, I love you. I don’t want to lose you too. I know we fight a lot, and I’m sorry. You’re the only one that keeps us all together, and I don’t mean from being taken away by the state. You’re the only reason that we’re still a family. You keep us from breaking. You’re not perfect, but neither are we. You try your hardest… you love us, and can’t you see that we love you too?” Tears were brimming in Ponyboy’s eyes as he pleaded with his brother, his arms wrapped around his middle. “Please stay with us.”
“I’m so sorry.” Darry whispered, falling down to his knees in front of Ponyboy, he wrapped his arms around his middle and rested his head on his youngest brother’s stomach. “I’m so sorry.”
“No Darry, we’re sorry” Sodapop whispered, falling down beside him so he can wrap him up in his arms. “We take you for granted, we just expect you to be here for us, we can’t keep doing that. We love you.”
the person who sent in those other asks was totally right so ive continued my earlier story some to reflect that. i might write more in this same vein? im not sure. this is sorta… idk, it’s not the Best thing but it sure is a thing, and at least i remembered to save it this time lmao
The first time you notice them is probably a Thursday. You’re just guessing, though; you’ve been in the library for a long time. They’re in the psychology section, which intrigues you, so you walk up behind them silently. They have their index finger on the spine of a book titled “Dissociative Disorders: a Guide” which you’ve read and don’t like, so you tell them so,
“That one doesn’t have reliable sources and contains lots of misinformation.”
They flinch, and drop the other books they’re carrying. As they bend down and scrabble to pick them up, they also duck their head, hiding behind a thick curtain of dark hair.
“Oh, sorry,” you say, and kneel down to help them. Oops. You hope they never think to call that in. You’ve been here for practically Ever, you should have this down by now.
“I’ve got it,” they say suddenly, severely, almost sounding scared.
You catch a glimpse of a tattered notebook before it disappears behind a Chemistry textbook. When they’ve finished gathering their stuff back up, they don’t look at you, but still ask,
“Um… How do you know the book is bad?”
“I’ve read it,” you tell them, “and I was in a position where I needed accurate information, and it lead me to Make a Deal that maybe wasn’t the best choice.”
They look up at you then, dark eyes striking and intense, and say,
“You made a deal based on the information in a book on dissociative disorders.”
It’s not quite a question, but you nod anyway. You narrow your eyes at them, and they dip their head to let their hair cover the left side of their face back up. They’re still looking at you with the other eye, and you’re beginning to suspect they’re in a similar situation to where you were upon arriving at Elsewhere University. They’re a freshman; you can tell because a copy of the orientation brochure is sticking out of their Chemistry textbook.
“I can recommend a better book if this is for a class project…?” you let your voice tilt up at the end of your sentence to make it into a question, and they hesitate, before shaking their head.
Can you write something about reader is having menstrual cramps and soda tries help? Side note you’re amazing, I love you. Anyway(!) Thank you
So this was requested but I think I’ll just add all the boys, because I know after I post it, someone is gonna request the rest of the boys!!
Also, I’m sorry for not writing so much lately, I was having so much writers block, but I am back, for now, I don’t know how long this inspiration will last.
Darry: He actually had had a couple past girlfriends and was familiar with this sort of thing. He knew to keep track of your period, and never to fight with you, and to always make you know that he loves you and that you are beautiful. When you have cramps though, he goes out buys you a heating pad and lots of chocolate. If your cramps are really bad, he’ll take off work and lay in bed with you, rubbing your tummy.
Dallas: Dallas is very aware of menstrual cycles for girls, but isn’t very concerned with them. He never really cared much about your period until one day found you curled in a fetal position on your shared bed, your face distorted in pain. He had took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes and rubbed your stomach while cuddling you, and whispering sweet nothings into your hair. He only did this when it was clear you were in pain, and would never admit to doing it if it was brought up in front of anyone.
Pony: Pony hasn’t had much experience with women and his sex ed class only touched on the subject briefly, so when he found you laying on the couch, moaning about cramps, he panicked a little, not sure how to help you. He hated to see you in such a miserable state, and did everything he could and everything you asked to make your cramps a little more bearable. He had to have Soda school him about it a bit more after you had fallen asleep.
Two-Bit: Having a sister, he knew fairly well what comes with a menstrual cycle. He didn’t avoid you but he also didn’t try to be around you so much that you lost your patience. He kept a single calendar to know exactly when you were on your period and would wake up really early the morning of, and walk over to your house with balloons, candy, movies, comic books, and a couple of his big shirts for you to wear as well as an abundant supply of pads, tampons, and heating pads. He would sneak into your house and make your favorite breakfast and wait for you to wake up, where you would stay in bed all day. On the sudden moments where you would have really bad cramps he would rub your back and play with your hair, kissing your temple and telling you loves you.
Johnny: At first he was bumbling and stumbling over himself, not sure how to help you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his nervousness and just gestured for him to home lay with you. He spooned you and you just told him to rub your stomach, he did so but wanted to distract you so he told you some funny stories that had happened in the past with him and the gang. You eventually fell asleep in his arms and when you awoke, he was sitting in front of you with flowers, chocolate, and your favorite movie, which you in reaction started crying. He had never been more confused by a woman in his life.
Soda: Soda had all the experience he needed to know how to handle you on your period. He had lots of female friends and knew just the thing to say, and just the things to do to assure your hormones. However he never had to console his female friends’ period cramps, and had no clue on what to do. When you two were laying in bed watching a movie and you suddenly lurched forward, grabbing your stomach and whimpering, he had no clue on what was going on. He was so terrified that he was scared to ask what was going on, in fear that you would scream at him or worse…cry. He snapped out of his frozen state and wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your stomach while whispering how much he loved you. You eventually fell asleep and when you woke up, he had bought heat pads and a gallon of your favorite ice cream.
Steve: Steve did not need you or anyone to tell him what to do during your period week. He didn’t keep track but had a fairly accurate idea of when it came, he just always had the supplies he needed on hand in his car, so if he ever came over and found that you were on your period he would run out to the car and bring back what he needed which was just the standard candy, movies, comic books, liquor, and heating pads/ice packs. He felt bad for thinking so, but he loved when you were on your period because you were so touchy-feely and just wanted to have lazy days with you.
Cherry: Cherry knew exactly what you were going though and was always there at your beck and call. However the only downfall was that your period cycles where synced, so when she was on hers, so where you. You two spent the week cuddling and whispering how much you loved each other. You two typically tried not to talk a lot during your time of the month, because your hormones were out of control and someone would get offended at the smallest things and a couple times, it was for that exact reason that you two broke up.
Tim: Tim had enough common sense to know never to start a fight with you while you were on your period, he just knew he would not win. He made that mistake once…never again. If he found you curled up, holding your stomach, he would kiss you and pick you up, and place you in his lap where he would pet your hair and just kiss the top of your head. Occasionally he would buy chocolates or flowers, but he knew you wanted him in your arms more than you wanted any materialistic thing.
A/N: You might want to go back and read part one because it’s been a while. (This semester of school kicked my ass, so I had to take a break.)
Dean x Reader
Word Count: 4,120
Warnings: Blood, Bad Puns, Fluff, Angst
“Are you sure you don’t want to share a room with me and Sam? It might be safer,” Dean reasoned.
“I’m good. I can handle myself, and I certainly don’t need you to protect me,” You snapped at him. Dean worried the inside of this lip while you unlocked your door. It was like he didn’t want to leave you alone, and that annoyed you to no end.
“Well, maybe I should check the room real quick,” he offered.
God, why is he being so clingy? This isn’t the Dean I used to know.
You pulled your gun from the small of your back and pressed the barrel to his chest.
“I said I’m fine, Dean. Don’t give me a reason to use this,” you warned, and he smirked as if he were enjoying it.
appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows,
burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound
there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You
looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with
pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.
Was that all
a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in
love with you?
walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately,
your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of
clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering
needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin,
face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next
to your ear.
are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your
shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.
forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said
happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered
what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.
excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure
out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the
“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up
or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not
hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing
any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan
and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the
“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour,
don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you,
leaving you staring at the phone.
Was it all a dream?
You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no
signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and
the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so
slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.
“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”
“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your
thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked.
“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?”
She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about
“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he
die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again,
and she began talking.
“So, there was this theory going around. After he was
shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this
woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about
You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do
they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk
about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.
“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s
going on? Did something change your mind?”
“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just
stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard
Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the
street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.
You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get
some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but
she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the
audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man
introduced the actors and their characters’ names.
“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/
James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed
Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as
You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving
As they began singing, you immediately recognized your
friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette
didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down,
his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure,
not until the lights appeared on him.
Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience
cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his
“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still
looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His
outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and
less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was
interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.
The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage,
and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission
came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to
miss one moment that they were on stage.
You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt
anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the
line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as
fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last
songs. Those few words stuck with you.
“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other
side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through
you, making you touch your chest in shock.
He said the same words that you told him. When you were
shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and
everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You
stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.
Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance
as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about
seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the
theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if
they remembered like you did.
To see if Alexander still loved you.
There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the
back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were
heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was
almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were
too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.
“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see
them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.
You needed to know.
You had to know.
“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and
you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd,
leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never
being able to actually see the boys.
You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it
on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already
past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a
walk around the city.
It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to
get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed
a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to
walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.
Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted
you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You
then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.
You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk.
“Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”
“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at
night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring
to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a
“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some
alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to
the side. She laughed.
“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice
cream wait for you.”
“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked,
“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your
goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid
poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.
Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you
had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going
away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.
His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out
of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now
laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your
remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t
paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long
day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose
I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence,
staring at each other.
“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely
louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your
Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)
okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!
warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing
sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side.
when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.
you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”
he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.
dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it.
by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…
“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”
“it was my father he-”
dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.
“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”
dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.
you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.
“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.
“guess i am.”
“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”
i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.
“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”
“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.
ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.
“she’s what? what happened?”
pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.
“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.
the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.
“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”
“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.
steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared.
“what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.
“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.
before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.
“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.
“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.
she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”
everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.
“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”
steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.
on cue, steve burst through the doors.
“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”
“no stevey, i just love you so much.”
“definitely some drug.”
johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.
“love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught.
shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.
he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.
“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”
i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.
“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”
i cried even more, how did i deserve him?
he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.
two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.
your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you.
“y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.
he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.
as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful.
thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.
“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.
“you betcha, keith.”
darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.
a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.
soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.
“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”
he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.
the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.
soda was on the phone with darry now.
“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”
“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”
i gratefully smiled.
darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.
“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”
“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”
he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.
plan on telling Blaine what he knows that night but one thing leads to another,
and Kurt’s secret about Blaine’s secret is
out. Blaine just can’t lie to save a life, though Kurt has got to hand it to
his husband – he saves lives like no other.
kept his mouth shut so far, figured Blaine would come to him eventually, but
now that he’s caught him red-handed – well, black-handed, technically, since
the color scheme of Blaine’s suit is blue and black – he just can’t go on
pretending that he buys Blaine’s lies about studying late at the library night after night.
are you doing there?” Kurt asks, sleepily yet horrified, as he walks
into the bathroom and watches Blaine pull off his cape and cram it into the
Blaine flinches, turning around with an end of the cape still in his hand. “I-
I… um, I was trying on a costume for…” He looks lost for a second, and his eyes
light up when he finally thinks of something. “Halloween! Um, yeah, for
It was my last day with my current team, and they went all out for our potluck. I’m going to miss them so hard :( Tomorrow I am banished to nowhere land with hobo-beard Tom and a supervisor who cannot anything.
Ponyboy- Sleeps on his stomach with his head facing the wall Soda- Sleeps on his side, usually with one arm strung around Pony Darry- Usually falls asleep sitting up in bed reading. His only quiet time is at night, but he’s always so tired that he falls asleep. Two-bit- Literally face-first into his pillow, it’s honestly a miracle that this boy doesn’t suffocate Steve- Sleeps on his stomach with one arm hanging over the edge of the bed Dally- This bitch sleeps on his back, he’s ready to get up and pOUNCE at any moment Johnny- Quite literally curled up in a ball
“Thanks for taking me out tonight, this was so unexpected!” You smile, excited that your boyfriend had finally decided to take you out to the new bistro house that you’d been dying to try.
“Yeah I figured it’d be a nice place to talk…” He trailed, pushing around his food with his fork.
“Talk about what?” You questioned, a nervous smile playing at your lips.
“…how’s the whole SHIELD/Avengers thing going?” He asks with a subtle eye roll.
“Great to be honest, I mean this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me & my powers, I might even get to join the avengers if the training goes well!” You beam, you were so excited about the things you had experienced in the last two months that you didn’t notice the distance and discomfort coming from the man you once loved.
“So you’re really gonna do this then?” He asked curtly.
“Why are you being so defensive? I told you I really wanted to be a part of this and it seems like you aren’t happy for me at all.” You replied.
“I guess I thought it wasn’t gonna last…” He shrugged, raising his glass to drink. The words stung coming out of his mouth. You thought he understood what this opportunity meant to you. You’d spent your whole life hiding your abilities and to finally be able to use them and feel comfortable in who you were was such a big step, how could he not understand?
“What do you mean?!” You asked bitterly.
“I figured they’d fix your powers and then we could be normal, how else would we stay together? I can’t be with a super hero chick!” He spat.
“Seriously?! ‘Normal’?! Am I some kind of freak?! How can you be so inconsiderate? You know how hard I’ve worked for this, how much it means to me!” You yelled.
“Keep it down, we’re in public! I wanted to try to do this nicely..” He said.
“So you’re breaking up with me? Fine, fuck you! I’m out of here!” You stood from the table, pushing in your chair harshly knocking over the glass of wine you had been sipping.
You walked out of the restaurant and immediately started to cry. Making your way down the New York City streets you notice a club with a sign that says ladies night $5 cocktails. Wiping your eyes you sniffle one last time before entering, figuring a few drinks will numb the pain.
“1 flaming dr pepper please.” You say as you approach the bartender. She gladly takes your money and presents you with the cocktail. You sip it before sending out a group text to the ladies of Avengers Tower.
“I’m at this place called The Tiki Lounge, Chad dumped me & it’s ladies night here, GIRLS NIGHT ASSEMBLE!” You send it to Darcy, Wanda & Natasha hoping they’ll meet you and cheer you up. The girls agree and within a half hour the four of you are laughing away in a booth, drinks in hand.
“So he dumped you for being an Avenger?!” Darcy exclaimed.
“He said, and I quote 'I can’t be with some super hero chick!’” You mocked him bitterly, downing the rest of your drink.
“Screw that guy, I’ve got half a mind to find him & open a can of super hero chick whoop ass!” Natasha glared.
“I’m glad it’s over, I’m better off without him.” You sighed.
“Cheers to that!” Wanda smiles.
You grab another drink and head out on the dance floor with the girls, turning the club into your own personal party. The four of you popped bottles and got completely wild, dancing on tables and doing body shots. In the whirlwind of booze you soon forget about your ex, thinking more about the next chapter of your life as an avenger.
“I love you ladies, I’m so happy to have you.” You grin as you slide your arms around Natasha and Wanda’s shoulders.
“Group hug! Get in here Darce!” You shout. The four of you hug as you drunkenly sway to the music.
“Maybe we should head home, I’m so drunk I can hear everyone in the bars thoughts at once.” Wanda laughs. The four of you head out of the club, Wanda pulls her phone out to call a ride as you start babbling all of your thoughts.
“You know, I was feeling bad right? Cuz in training I see Pietro and I’m like 'Daaaaaaaaamn’ cuz he’s like hot as fuck. But I was feeling bad for thinking like that cuz of Chad but now he’s gone, I think I’ll follow that old saying 'get over him by getting under someone else’ cuz you know I’m tryna get under that speedy sokovian!!!” You laugh hysterically as you hug Darcy.
“(Y/n) & Speedy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” She chants as the two of you spin in a circle. Meanwhile Wanda has Pietro on speaker phone & he’s heard this whole thing.
“Was that (y/n)?!” He wonders, voice laced with shock.
“Yes, brother- drunken mind speaks sober heart. I tell you all the time I am right but you never listen. I’m literally a mind reader! Anyway, please pick us up, we’re at The Tiki Lounge on 22nd street.” Wanda says. “I heard you (y/n)! He likes you you know?” Wanda raises a brow as she turns to you.
“Nuh uh! He’s flirty with everyone!” You state.
“But he only means it for you, I read his mind and its hearts with your name in it.” She giggles making a red heart silhouette appear before you. You chit chat for a little longer, Wanda’s revelation swirling around your mind along with the alcohol in your system. Suddenly every passing glance and inside joke between you and Pietro seems to mean more. Soon enough Pietro pulls up in the suv.
“Hello ladies, I see girls night has treated you well.” He smiles and opens the door. Darcy and Natasha climb into the back seat first, Wanda lightly pushes you toward the front passenger door, you miss and fall into Pietro’s chest.
“Shot gun!” You giggle. He laughs and spins you around, opening the front passenger door before helping you into the seat.
“Thank you speedy.” You smirk, staring up at him. He reaches across you, buckling the seatbelt.
“It is my pleasure.” He winks as the seatbelt clicks into place.
Soon you’re on the road, driving past various fast food places.
“You know what would be awesome right now?!” Darcy muses.
“McDonald’s! Can we stop pleeeeeeease?!!” Wanda finishes Darcy’s sentence.
“Fine.” Pietro huffs as he turns into the drive thru. Wanda and Darcy high five in celebration.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, go ahead with your order whenever you’re ready.” The cashier says through the speaker.
“Ooh can I have a large fry? And a coca cola!” You say. Pietro repeats your order to the cashier, going down the line he relays all of the girls orders before pulling around to pay. He hands you your drink then passes the bags back to the girls.
“Here’s your fries (y/n).” Nat says as she passes you the red box of salty potato sticks. You stuck a few in your mouth, savoring the salty goodness.
“Wanna fry?” You asked, dangling one near Pietro’s lips. He responds by taking the fry into his mouth.
“Thanks frumoasă.” He replied.
“Frumumuh what does that mean?” You ask, stuffing another fry in your mouth.
“He thinks you’re beautiful.” Wanda laughs.
“Your welcome handsome.” You giggle, patting his thigh. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, save for the sounds of burger chewing & soda slurping. Pietro side eyes you throughout the ride, glancing as you drunkenly day dream. In your head you were contemplating your situation. Even though you’d had a great night out with the girls & were spouting brave words of being over it you still couldn’t help feeling sad about the break up. The thought of being alone made you want to cry, so you closed your eyes hoping to stop the tears from flowing.
Pulling into the car park underneath the tower Pietro stopped the SUV. The girls stumbled out, heels in their hands as they started to head to the elevator. Pietro sighed as he saw the wreckage of McDonald’s bags and cups strewn across the backseat, he got out to pick up all the garbage. It was then you noticed you were crying, eyes misting like a lawn sprinkler.
“Are you coming (y/n)?” Natasha called, looking back at you.
“Too tired to move.” You lied, tugging your knees up in the seat.
“Pietro make sure she gets in ok, please?” Natasha said.
“Of course I will.” He half smiled.
After taking the trash to the bin he comes back to the passenger side door, looking through the window he sees your shoulders rocking with your sobs.
“What is the matter?” He asks, opening the door. You turn to him, eyes glazed over as little black tear tracks stain your cheeks.
“He never believed in me. He thought SHIELD would fix me and make me normal.” You spoke the realization, your ex never truly loved you, he never really accepted who you were. Pietro frowned, his heart broke seeing you like this. He scooped you up in his arms, kicking the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna be alone forever, I’m a freak.” You continued.
“No (y/n), he is going to be alone forever. You are a beautiful person with an amazing gift, you help people & he is stupid for letting you slip through his fingers.” He soothed as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You held onto him tighter as he walked to the elevator, pushing the button to the residential floor.
“You’re a good guy Pietro, handsome and sweet.” You smiled, twirling his silver locks in your fingers. He knew you were drunk and thinking out loud but he had to admit he enjoyed your touch as you played with his hair.
“Uh huh, & you are ready for bed dragoste.” He chuckled lightly. The doors opened to the hallway of the living quarters. He stepped out, carrying you toward your room.
“I mean it, speedy. You’re so sweet. and handsome. and nice.” You
Punctuated each compliment with a kiss to Pietro’s neck, for the first time in years he thought his legs would give out.
'She’s drunk, this is not real Pietro. Just get her to bed!’ He thought to himself.
“(Y/n) I do not think you want to be doing what you’re doing.” He forced the words out of his dry throat.
“Why not? You think I’m beautiful right? Fromuh-what ever.” You stumbled over his word from earlier as you looked up at him.
“You are beautiful.” He said, looking at your angelic face. Your eyes burned holes into his better judgment, incinerating it as your palm cupped his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.
“Then kiss me.” You lick your lips, grazing your teeth over your bottom lip. He couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, giving into your soft, supple lips. Your legs wrapped tighter around him giving him the leverage to hold your bottom with one hand while the other tangled into your silky (h/c) tresses. Your lips pursed open to allow the kiss to deepen, tongues moving in sync. You grind against him, wanting him so bad in this moment. He uses his speed to get to your door, pinning you against it he begins kissing your neck. You moan out before he stops, breathing hot against your neck.
“What’s wrong?” You ask as he let’s you down, feet thumping to the floor.
“We cannot do this, not in this way.” He sighs.
“But I want you,” you say as you start kissing up his neck again.
'Oh printesa, you are killing me! Please let me do the right thing.’ He thinks.
“I’m drunk, I don’t care.” You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. He starts to give in.
'Nyet! Pietro get out of here now before she hates you and you hate yourself in the morning.’
“Well I do, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow.” He says firmly before speeding off. You open your door, stumbling in before you begin crying again. This time it wasn’t the break up, it was the shame of throwing yourself at Pietro. You just wanted to feel loved. You kicked your heels off and immediately collapsed into your bed, hoping you’d wake up and this all would be a dream.
You wake up, eyes puffy and still in your dress from the night before. The night starts coming back in flashes. Dumped. -Ouch!- Ladies night. -Nice.-
Throwing yourself at Pietro and getting rejected! -*hurl*- Your stomach wrenches at that last thought. You run to your bathroom, immediately puking your guts out.
'Fuuuuuckkkkk! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!’ Is all you can think as you lay on the cold linoleum floor. You pull yourself up when you hear your phone go off. Trudging back to your bed you grab your phone, seeing a text from Steve.
“Nat informed me of your unfortunate circumstances, I’m not expecting you in training for the next couple days. You’ve got 48 hours to clear your head and refocus, chin up soldier :)” you appreciated the time to yourself, maybe you could hide out and some how never see him again? You texted back a thank you before heading back to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and got cleaned up before fixing some breakfast. Just as you finished your last bite a knock came at your door. Creeping to the door you peak through the peep hole, the blood drains from your face and you think you might be sick again when you see who it is.
Pietro stands on the other side of your door, hoping to explain last night, hoping you aren’t mad at him.
A few moments pass before he knocks again.
Nope, definitely not- abort mission! Not answering the door.’ You think as you quietly tip toe away from the door. He waits a little longer before walking away in defeat.
You spend the next 48 hours in your quarters, avoiding everyone and racking your brain.
'Why (y/n) why?! *Get over him by getting under someone else* haha good one! Now I have to live knowing that Pietro thinks I’m a dumb slut. Chances of actually getting to be with Pietro are now 0 at best.’ You sulked. At the end of your quarantine you emerge from your room dressed and ready to train. You’re speed walking to the elevator when a blue blur races toward you.
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut him off. He immediately speeds away, you feel awful but you just can’t deal with it. For the next week you make sure you don’t see him. You request to train exclusively with Natasha in one on one sessions, citing your need to polish your assassin skills. You train hard, letting Natasha put you through the ringer of her red eye training sessions. You’re up and ready by 3:00 am and train for 4 hours. When you aren’t training you’re hiding in your room.
“Just talk to her, explain your feelings.” Wanda says. She’s sitting in the recliner of her room as Pietro lays sprawled upon her couch. The scene lends itself to the analogy of the psychiatrist and patient.
“I did, you should have seen the way she looked at me and snapped. Four words and I still bleed from the wound.” He whines.
“This must stop brother, we are all a team which means we need to all be on the same page. Not to mention you both drive me mad, minds whirling in turmoil at all hours of the night and day!” She hissed.
“What does she think about?” He asks, sitting up to pay full attention.
“That is not for me to tell, talk to her. That is all I will say.” She responds.
It’s the beginning of week two of your special training with Nat.
You run into her on your way to the elevator.
“How’s it going?” She asks.
“Ok I guess…” You respond.
“How’s your 'speedy sokovian’?” She raises a brow.
“Oh god do people know what happened?!” You grimace. It had been a little over a week with no words spoken between the two of you and you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened, save for Wanda maybe.
“No, what happened?” She asks, truly perplexed. She figured you had undertook this training camp in hopes of distancing your mind from the break up, she hadn’t thought Pietro had anything to do with it.
“So that night when I was drunk…I did something awful…I completely threw myself at Pietro! Like making out, gross, practically begging him for it! Just assassinate me Nat, he probably thinks I’m an idiot.” You conclude.
“Have the two of you spoken since it happened?” She wondered.
“No! I feel so gross, embarrassed and rejected. The worst part is I actually do, well, did kinda have a thing for him and now it’s ruined.” You huffed, thinking about seeing him made you feel like throwing up, let alone actually speaking words.
“You’re gonna have to get over it, especially since you’re on the team full time now.” She smiled.
“I’m a real Avenger now?” You beamed at the news.
“As soon as you sort this out with speedy.” She replied. You grumbled at the statement. Entering the training room you started your rounds, feeling good to be doing something to keep your mind off things. The session goes well until he whirls through the door.
“Finished my laps, now what?” He says as he takes a few steps forward; eyes falling straight to yours, catching you in his sapphire gaze.
“Are we done?” You ask Nat, eyes pleading for her to say yes.
“How about a bit of sparring, you and (y/n).” She answers as she walks toward the bench, sipping from her water bottle.
As he approaches you a toxic cocktail of emotions spring forth. Anger, lust, embarrassment. You square up, throwing the first punch you decide to pick anger as your chief emotion. He dodges it with ease, throwing one back. You start off slow but as the tension mounts it starts to have the potential of becoming a real fight. He kicks when you think he’s gonna punch causing your legs to be swept from under you.
“Why’d you leave?” You blurted angrily.
“Why didn’t you answer the door the next day?” He retorted. At this point Natasha had quietly stepped out. He tried to help you up, you scooted away, rolling onto your feet on your own.
“Cuz I felt like an idiot! I threw myself at you and you rejected me! I felt like a cheap whore!” You crossed your arms and turned away from him. He zipped back in front of you.
“I didn’t reject you! Believe me you made it very, VERY hard to leave. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You don’t even remember what I said do you?” He waited for an answer he was sure you didn’t have.
“I said not like this, not that I didn’t want you! I just didn’t want you when you were drunk and vulnerable. It would have been wrong.” His voice had calmed a little. Suddenly, like a kick in the mouth you remember Wanda’s confession of Pietro’s supposed feelings for you. Embarrassment flooding your being your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry, ok? That night I just wanted to feel something besides being hurt and I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman & I felt so alone. I twisted everything to try & lie to myself so it would be your fault. I was embarrassed, in the whole time I’ve been here you were always so good to me & I thought I ruined it.” You confessed, wiping tears away.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” He took you in his arms, kissing your forehead.
“So can we be friends again? I miss having someone to make fun of people with.” He chuckled.
After making up with Pietro the two of you became close again, flirting and joking with one another. You were currently hanging out in the common room after a training session, laughing at a prank Pietro had pulled on Clint.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Pietro asked as he sipped his water.
“Netflix and chillin’.” You chuckled.
“You should come 'chill’ in my room.” He smirked.
“And why is that?” You mused. He placed his arm around you, the very action causing a heat to rush through you.
“Because I will provide candy, pop corn and a nice surface to snuggle upon.” He stated matter of factly.
Pondering his proposal you tapped your chin.
“Candy you say? I suppose I can raid your candy stash and make you watch chick flicks.” You grinned mischievously.
You made plans to meet at his quarters at around 8. This gave you time to relax, shower and take a nap.
When the time came to get ready and go you chose to stay casual in leggings and an oversized slouchy sweater, throwing your hair in a messy bun before heading over to his room. You barely knock before he answers.
“Welcome to movie night!” He smiles, ushering you into his room. You can’t believe your eyes when you see the amazing set up he’d created. Scented candles lined the book shelf on the back wall, he had set up a plush pillow sanctuary in front of the TV, pop corn and six different candies laid along the coffee table.
“This is so sweet! I’m never going to be able to eat all that candy.” You laughed as he scooped you up into a hug.
“Who says the candy is for you?” He chuckled giving you a kiss. You snuggled up in the pillows, scrolling through the movie selections as you munched on skittles.
“Comedy, Romance, Scifi, horror…what do you prefer?” He asked.
“Comedy!” You cheered.
Settling on a Seth Rogan film you laid with Pietro contently. As you watched the film Pietro found himself looking down on you, enamored with your smile and adorable wrinkle that appeared in your nose when you laughed. He leaned in, quickly pecking your nose with a kiss, you smile up at him returning the gesture with a peck on his cheek. You returned your attention to the movie, laughing as you and Pietro took turns trying different candies. When the movie was over you found yourself laying in Pietro’s lap while he played with your hair.
“What next printesa?” He mused as his fingers gently massaged your scalp.
Your mind travelled back to what he had said when the two of you were sparing.
“Actually, you said something before and I’ve been wondering about it ever since…” You trailed, looking up at him.
“And what have you been wondering bomboană?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.
“What exactly made it so hard for you to leave that night?” You asked, sitting up as you tossed your hair out of your face.
“Well, what do you remember?” He smirked, stretching out with his hands behind his head. You proceeded to straddle him, running your fingers up his torso, a small grin appearing as his muscles tensed under your touch.
“I remember kissing you…here. Here. And here…” You said as you placed kisses on his neck, slightly sucking and nipping at his skin, he let out a sharp breath. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of your body against his.
“Then I remember saying 'kiss me’.” You whispered in his ear, running your fingers through his hair before bringing your lips to his, enveloping your senses in the taste of his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as your arms slung around his neck, hands gently tugging the hairs at the nape, rolling your hips as he bucks up into you with a groan.
Soon your clothes are falling off and the two of you are down to your underwear, clothes strewn across the floor as Pietro peppers your neck and chest with hungry kisses. You can’t keep your hands off of him, craving constant contact as he pulls your bra straps down, eyes devouring you with an animalistic glare. You quickly unsnap the back, freeing yourself of confining fabric, his hands knead at your breasts, fingertips pinching the sensitive peaks as your mouths connect once more. Your back arches, removing one hand he places his mouth upon your breast as his newly free hand slips into your panties, strumming your slick center. A few high pitched moans escape your throat before he pulls away, bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste. You sit up, kissing him before sucking the juices from his fingers, focusing on his oceanic eyes.
“My sweet printesa.” He sighed, biting his lower lip. You kiss a trail down his body, tugging down his boxers you palm his head, stroking down the shaft. His head falls back, jaw slack as you take him into your mouth.
“Esti asa de bine printesa..” He groaned. You continue bobbing down, taking every inch into your mouth, his pleasurous moans igniting a fire within you.
“Mm, I need you.” You sigh, stroking him. He brings you up for a kiss before laying you back, gently parting your legs, teasing you with just his tip.
You instinctively buck up against him, craving his cock.
“Pietro please!” You whine, and he obliges. Finally filling you with his hardness. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first as he savors the precious look on your face, eyes soft as you bite your lower lip.
“Keep going…faster.” You gasp, sitting up on your elbows. Pietros hand is soon threaded through your hair as he hungrily kisses you, picking up the pace. You reached a hand up, digging into his shoulder blade, eliciting a groan from him.
He kisses and sucks the crook of your neck, growling explicit praise in his mother tongue. Soon your bodies are in rhythm, writhing in an animalistic dance of bliss and pleasure,
“Fuck” you all but squeal when he bites into your neck, causing you to scratch your nails down his back eliciting a deep growl from him.
“Keep going, keep going…you feel so good.” You breathe.
Pietro grips your thighs, pinning you down as he thrusts deeper than before and soon you’re cumming undone. Writhing and moaning, he moves his hands from your thighs, pulling his arms around you he brings you to his chest. You grind down on his shaft, sharing a lusty kiss as he releases his seed.
He lays you back against the body pillow you were sitting against before, kissing you on the forehead.
“Shower & sleep over?” He nudges into you, kissing your shoulder.
“Of course.” You smile.
A/N: I got sick (again) but I am still slowly working through all of my requests. This was was requested by @lizzeylizzlz
Word Count: 447
Pairing: Soda Curtis x Reader (best friend), Steve Randle x Reader (romantic)
“Y/N, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” It’s a sweltering summer day and Soda and I are sitting side by side on his front lawn drinking cherry Cola.
“Of course, I know that. You’re my best friend.” Taking a sip of my soda, I relish the feeling of the fizz against my throat.
“Then why haven’t you told me that you like Steve? It’s obvious that you do and by not telling me you are technically betraying everything that our friendship is about.” Soda shakes his head at me in exaggerated disappointment.
“I’ve been trying to not like him,” I confess.
“Why? Steve’s a cool guy and he wouldn’t treat you like dirt.”
“I don’t want to embarrass myself and even if Steve did like me, what if we hurt your feelings or accidentally treated you like a third wheel? I’d feel awful for doing something like that.“
With a small smile, Soda hugs me and finishes the last few drops of his drink. "Just because you two might date doesn’t mean that we won’t hang out.”
“Yes! Now go! Steve is at the park with Johnny. You need to tell him how you feel.”
Nervously, I nod and walk to the park, biting my tongue and attempting to plan out what I’ll say to Steve. When Steve comes into view, I instantly want to leave. What if he rejects me? What if he mocks me? What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore?
“Y/N! Doll! What’s up?"
Blushing, I smile anxiously. "Hey, Steve. Can we talk?"
Steve nods and pats Johnny’s shoulder before walking over to me. "Is everything okay?"
"Steve… I like you."
Steve tilts his head and gives me a sweet smile. "I like you too, Y/N. You’re a great friend.”
“No, Steve. I like you as in I want you to be my boyfriend and I want to kiss you and I want us to hang out.” I can’t help but smile at my surge of confidence.
“You like me back?” Steve smiles back at me and grabs me by my biceps, squeezing gently. “That’s great! I thought you had a crush on Soda!"
Confidence is still pulsing through my veins, so I say, "Why don’t I show ya just how much I like you.” Getting onto my toes, I kiss Steve. He places his hands on my cheeks and kisses me back. “Steve, will you be my boyfriend?”
“Of course, I will. And I hope you know,” he smirks, “That your confidence is quite sexy.”
something small & different and slightly a/u story-line wise
partially inspired by betty cooper
mentions of self harm, emotional abuse
written from betty’s pov
The thing my parents always wanted me to be, always want me to be but I’m not but that’s what everyone sees me as.
The perfect girl next door.
Well all except one Forsythe Pendleton Jones III aka Jughead or Juggie to a select few (me included). He’s been there for me my whole life, I just never really appreciated it until recently.
Until Archie had turned me down.
Until Jason’s body had been discovered
Until he opened up to me
Until he let me open up to him
Until he told me I wasn’t alone.
We all have that one friend that we can be ourselves around. That love us no matter what. That stand by us no matter what we say or do.
Jughead is that person for me.
I was 14 when I did it for the first time. Mom was shouting at me for getting a C- on a Biology test and dad was out of town. I was writing out test notes when my pen ran out of ink so I had started drawing on my upper thigh. I pressed deeper and deeper until blood appeared but it felt good. Like some sort of pressure had been taken off me.
I stopped a couple of weeks later when cheerleader try-outs came about. Wearing a short skirt meant people would see and that couldn’t happen, concealer became by best friend in those months after.
Mom didn’t like me becoming a River Vixen; the uniforms were too short, the routines were too sexy, there was attention from boys that I shouldn’t be having at my age.
My daily strawberry milkshake and fries order from Pop’s Diner had now changed to a diet soda and side salad that I had with the other Vixens.
“Had to watch my weight” was what Cheryl told me that morning.
What I didn’t know was Jughead was there, that he had witnessed what Cheryl had told me and that he had managed to sneak into my room whilst my parents were out to leave a take-out cup and paper bag from said diner on my desk.
When Polly was “sent away” Jughead text me to see if I was okay. No one else because they all thought I was but what they didn’t know was that I was far from it.
It started when I was checking the length of my nails, my hands curled up into a light fist and I pressed my nails into my palms. Kept them there for longer than I thought possible.
Letting go, I ran my fingers over the crescent shaped marks left. The next day when I found out my supposed best friend had made out with the guy I thought I loved, the marks got deeper until I felt the stickiness of blood.
When Jason’s body was found, Polly was the natural suspect. She had gone missing the week before he was found and no one knew where she had gone to, not even her own sister.
Restarting the Blue and Gold was the escape the blond needed and with Jughead there, she felt a sense of calm she hadn’t felt before. I had just pinned up a new paper to our murder board when he noticed a trace of blood. Ever the crime solver, he picked the paper back up and saw that the placing of the blood didn’t match one of a paper cut but from the centre of a hand. He put the paper back down on the desk I was leaning on and picked my hands up from my side and unfolded them looking at the palms.
I thought he would shout at me, tell me off, say something but instead he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into him and cried. Pulling away, Jughead removed his denim jacket and showed me his arm. Scars.
I looked up and him as he said “you’re never alone Bets”. He took my hands in his and kissed the scars, all eight crescent marks, he kissed my forehead then I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to press my lips to his.
After that we become each other’s rock. People had wondered how we ended up together, what caused the blond, preppy cheerleader to date the boy from the wrong side of the tracks but no one ever found out.
Instead of hurting ourselves, we turned to each other.
Our friends and families became accepting
We bring out the best in each other
Our love grew greater and deeper.
Eventually our family did too.
The story of how we found each other may not be the happiest, but how we turned out was the happiest ending we could wish for.
this looks like a girl who works at mcdonald’s and doesn’t put no sauce in the bag and when you ask for some sweet n sour she gives you a side eye, she also doesn’t wipe all the soda off the side of the cup before she hands it to you out the drive through