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A story I have been writing for so long is out. Tbh I could've finsihed it ages ago. But anyways, read it here
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I Think I've seen you Somewhere
Childhood bestfriend x Pornstar Male Reader
Summary: You meet your childhood best friend after 7 years. Would everything still be the same between you two? Or will you finally confess what you have kept to yourself all these years?
Category: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: family trauma, childhood trauma, reader is ashamed of their work, pining for a looong time, child abuse (not explicitly mentioned), a lot of sappy things honestly, oh also smut ensures towards the end.
A/n: This is written as a OC story, but you can imagine the character to be whoever you want. It took me some time to write this after thinking about it, so i hope you'll like it.
Third chapter to my Percy Jackson x male reader fan fic
I must have fallen asleep because as soon as I woke up. Percy and Grover were gone, and I was already at my stop on Louisville 2348 St. I looked up at my apartment, not the best, but not the worst. "Did I dream the whole interaction?" I asked myself, feeling inside my pocket, and I pulled out the card Grover had given me. "Definitely not a dream," I said, going
up the elevator to the second floor.
The floor in my apartment was somewhat dim and dirty; there was a yellow light that always flickered. The hallway smelt of mildew and coins, but I had to put up with it. I set down my suitcase and opened it, and stuff went flying everywhere. "Why me?" I sighed as I grabbed my key from the pile of stuff, and I unlocked the red door.
I walked inside after being away from home for seven long months. It was dark in the hallway as I walked in and the only light source visible was the kitchen. "Dad? I'm home." I called out, carrying my suitcase in my arms, because I didn't feel like putting everything back in it just to take it right back out.
"Dad?" I called out as I entered the kitchen. My dad's name was Mason L/N. The same one who I called about the bullying and did absolutely nothing, the same person I have to take care of because he's too drunk to remember anything. I look to find him at our small, round wooden kitchen table, passed out. There were 5 bottles of beer and a bottle of tequila next to him, a stack of papers on his side, and a cigarette between his fingers.
I sighed as I picked up the papers and looked over them. "Bills, bills, bills," I continue looking over the paper and see a pamphlet about the Grand Canyon. I remember when we went to places with Uncle Fern, we always had so much fun together before Dad started his drinking addiction. I continue flipping through the mail until I see the last one addressed to "Mr. Mason L/N." From Saint Oaks, thats just great, he knows about the situation. I set the envelopes down and turn back to him.
"Dad, wake up, I'm home." I tried to shake him awake, but he must have drunk so much. "Dad!" I shook him one final time, and he jolted away like someone was breaking in
"Wha- oh! Y/N w-when did you get here?" He spoke slurred and had hiccups. His breath smelled like alcohol as he spoke. I moved away, grabbed a cup of water, and a pain relief to ease his hangover. " Just right now," I spoke. I moved through the small apartment with ease, cleaning and putting week-old dishes in the dishwasher as I gave him the cup of water.
It was quiet for a while. Dad sipped his water and looked around, trying to remember what he was doing before he was drinking.
My dad LOVED my mom, so much so, he left his entire family just to be with her. He dropped his job, his dreams, and his parents' money just to marry her. And when she had me and had to leave before they got married,
he was left hollow and empty without her. No pictures, no rings, just an empty, heartbroken man. He works the mornings for the bills and our living, and he works nights part-time for my school. He's told me I have her eyes and attitude, but I feel like sometimes he blames me for her leaving, and sometimes, I let him.
only she could have done. Dad told me that when I was a couple of months old, she had to leave because her family all depended on her to do a very important task and that it wasn't safe for me if she stuck around.
Now, being a kid, I didn't understand why a mother would leave her family, why couldn't someone else take that job, maybe her brother or sister? She wasn't dead, he made sure to remind me that, but she was just...gone? Disappeared into the night without a trace, he told me she said her goodbyes, and maybe one day we'll meet again, but that was eleven years ago, and I've just been hanging onto that fantasy, hoping one day we'll meet again and talk.
"Saint Oaks called today," My dad finally spoke, bringing me back to reality. His voice still slurred, but was starting to get clear. I tense up, and the lights in our apartment start to flicker, already knowing this will lead to an argument. "Look, I know what you're gonna say, but this time it wasn't my fault." I tried to defend myself, but he cut me off.
"You say that all the time," He hissed through his teeth. "You keep on getting sent off to some other school each time, I'm starting to think you do it on purpose, Y/N." He got up to go to his room, but muttered something under his breath a little loud. "It should have been you, not her," he slammed the door. I jumped a little as the door slammed and I just stayed by the sink processing his words. After I was finished, I went to my room, put my suitcase down, sat on my bed, and looked off into space, wondering what my mom was like and why did I have to be stuck with him.
I've never seen her, but I know she felt like the moment you wake up from a good dream and smelled of black tea and jasmine. Her long dark hair flowing under the moon as she whispered words in a language I didn't know to lure me to sleep, I sat there trying to remember who she was. It was so hard because she left when I was only months old.
I looked on my nightstand to see the letter she had written me still there. I read it every night, hoping that if I read it long enough, she would come knocking at the door wanting to be a part of my family again. But I'm not a child anymore; that hope died long ago with the version of my dad who listened and had a heart, and to say I was angry at her was an understatement. She left me when I was still a baby and told me this fake promise that we'll meet again, not even bothering to check in on me, not even in secret. I hated myself for feeling this way, I hated how she just left dad, and he turned into this empty husk, I hate how I used to cry every night when they would bully me about her not being there.
"I don't have time for this." I say, getting up, "Uncle Fern will give me those answers, and I will figure out what is going on." I say, completely ignoring the growing frustration and hurt from the secrets, the lies, the words, and the bullying and the pain from my parents. I stormed over to the house phone and typed his number in without looking at the call book.
The phone rang for a good 10 seconds, and then he picked up. "Y/N! How's it going, buddy? Listen, I wanted to apo-" I cut him off mid-sentence, already irritated. "Uncle Fern, I'm going to ask you a question, and do not lie because I already know the truth." I lied straight out of my ass, "What is a kindly one? What is the mist?
Who attacked me that day at the museum?" The phone went quiet, and he spoke more tensely and nervously. "Y/n, what are you tal-"
I cut him off again; this time, my irritation is shown. "You're lying, again! Enough with the lies! I spoke to Grover and Percy, and the same thing that attacked me attacked him,
so don't try to use that im overworked excuse." My voice is low enough to strike a little fear in his heart as he goes quiet. "How did you find out, Y/n?" He finally spoke, and not in a "You must have been hallucinating" manner, but a "Alright let's talk " manner. I was still irritated, but I calmed down when he finally didn't dismiss my questions like he had been doing this whole time. I started explaining to him what I know, and I hesitantly told him about the lights, and this was I felt so empowered by the dark.
"Y/n, stay at home and tell your dad you're going with me. I have to take you now." His voice was firm and concerned. "Take me where? You still haven't given me my answers." I say, trying to at least get something out of him. "Y/n, listen to me, they will be after you now that you're questioning stuff. I swear I'll explain on the way, you just have to trust me." He hangs up before I could even respond, "What is everyone's problem today?"
I sit there waiting for Uncle Fern by the front door, my dad still in his room getting his thoughts together. Knock-Knock-Knock, a hurried sound came from the door, and I immediately opened it to find Uncle Fern frantically moving inside and checking outside to see if anyone was out there.
"What are you looking for?" My question goes unanswered as he closes the door and locks it, "Y/n, I need you to go get your clothes. I'm going to talk to your dad about coming with me during the summer." He said, knocking on his door and walking in.
I immediately went to my room, grabbed a backpack, and started stuffing the essentials in there. As I was getting ready to leave my room, I remembered my mom's note. Even though I knew I shouldn't bring it and that I was too old to still read it every night, it had been ingrained in my life to the point I couldn't sleep without reading it. I reluctantly grabbed the letter and shoved it in my pocket, but not so hard that it would rip.
"Did you get everything you need?" Uncle Fern asked me while he closed the door to my dad's room. I was still confused about why and where we're leaving for, but I nodded, and he opened the front door, making sure no one saw us leave. We leave the apartment, the night sky shone so bright with so many stars twinkling out. His grey 2005 Chevrolet Cobalt was parked in one of the parking lot, he unlocked it with quickness I've never seen from him, and we got in and drove off. We sat with no noise except the radio playing in the background,
but I wasn't focused on what was playing; my mind was racing with so many questions and no answers. "Uncle Fern, where are we going?" I asked while looking out the window to see nothing but woods and the city lights seeming to get further and further away. He didn't respond right away; he seemed like he was trying to get his thoughts together. "On a vacation," He lied again, and I rolled my eyes. "You're lying, again. Why won't you talk to me? I'm not a baby, you know?" I say, looking at him. He sighed, knowing he couldn't hide the truth anymore. "Do you remember when that weird-looking woman with the big sun hat and the flower dress with the gloves kept following you around when you were in third grade?" That was definitely not what I was expecting when I asked him to talk to me. "Uhh...yeah? Why do you ask?" I say a little confused as I sat up a little straighter. In every school, something weird happened, and I had to leave, and most times it wasn't my choice. I'd usually get expelled or sent to a different school, no matter how hard I tried to plead my case.
Uncle Fern sighed, "I've tried to keep everything under wraps for the longest and tried to protect what I could of you, but it seems my job just got even harder." I blinked, "job?" I thought to myself. He continued, "Your mother... she wanted to send you to a place with others like you." I rolled my eyes when he spoke about her, "yeah, cause im not normal." I said in bitter words, and Uncle Fern looked at me with a guilty look, still hasn't apologized for earlier.
"I'm sorry for saying you're not normal it's just... you're special." I looked at him, and the car lights started to flicker, and he quickly spoke, hands still on the wheel. "Uh, scratch that, you're special in a good way, like you're one of a kind, and if I'm correct, you should be the only one of a kind." I looked confused as I sat back.
"Now, like I was saying, your mother wanted to send you to a place, a camp for people like you." I scoffed, "And why would I go to a camp because she said so? She didn't stay with dad because he said so." Uncle Fern looked at me again and then back at the road, "Y/n, you know she left for a reason to protect you, she had a job to do." I tried to hold back my words of anger, and I still felt that longing for a mother. "What was she like?' the words came out before I could stop them. "My mom?" Uncle Fern smiled softly as he spoke, "Your mother was strong in many ways; she always let her hair flow in the night breeze, she was taller than your dad, she had a temper just like yours, and her eyes looked like stars bursting. She would be so proud and happy to get to know you, Y/n." I felt my heart getting heavy as I smelt her scent of black tea and jasmine. "So this camp she wanted me to go to... is it the same one Grover wanted to take Percy?" I asked, taking out the card in my pocket, and Uncle Fern sighed. "Grover should have never told any of you about that, but yes." I nod and make a sound of approval, "And it's a summer camp?" I asked another question, finally getting my questions answered. "Yes, but some campers stay all year round, depending on how dangerous they are." "Dangerous?" I thought, trying to picture this summer camp. It was storming really badly. Uncle Fern's face grew more tense as he sped the car up. As I looked down, instead of feet, I saw cloven hooves.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
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MY BIG, ROYAL BABY
king ahkmenrah x male reader
synopsis: You have been neglecting your pharaoh for quite some nights in favor of spending them with Octavius. Not liking being neglected, your lover has come to adopt petty behaviors to garner your attention.
The first sign of trouble appeared on Tuesday, right after the sun set and the magic of the tablet brought everyone to life. You, stationed near the Mayan exhibit, had just finished a particularly engaging lesson on advanced siege tactics from Octavius and his men. When you spotted Ahkmenrah striding down the hall, you excused yourself.
"My love!" you called out, jogging to catch up to him. "You won't believe what Octavius just showed me. They have this thing called a 'testudo'—"
"I am conversing with Rexy." he said, not even glancing at you as he continued walking toward the T-Rex skeleton. Rexy couldn't converse. She mostly just roared and tried to eat small exhibits. You looked at Jedediah, who was sitting on his saddle nearby.
"Well, ain't that a kick in the teeth. The pharaoh's talkin' to the T-Rex 'stead of his own fella."
Wednesday was worse. Ahkmenrah had his Anubis guards form a human wall in front of the entrance to his temple. You approached cautiously. "My love? I brought you that golden scarab beetle you like."
would loooove a jason todd x male!vigilante!reader with adhd one-shot
maybe they’re in a briefing together about a villain or something similar with either the batfam or the justice league and reader is practically vibrating out of his skin. like straight up cannot sit still so jason tries to subtly help with his hyperactivity?
hopefully that makes sense lol would love to see ur take on this but idm if you choose not to write it. have a good day!
THANKS FOR THE STRESS BALL
jason todd x male reader
authors note: apologies in advance for this being way too short, but I couldn't come up with more :( I also didn't specify wether you and Jason were in a relationship or this was just a bro coming in clutch, but either way, it's cute. Hope you enjoy!
The Batcave was cold as always, but that wasn't what was making you shiver. You sat at the long conference table, legs bouncing rapidly beneath it, fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against your thigh. Bruce's voice droned on about some new meta-human threat, but the words were blurring together in your mind.
"…possesses telekinetic abilities…last seen near the docks…unknown motive…"
Across from you, Jason watched with narrowed eyes. He'd noticed your restlessness the moment you'd arrived. How you'd practically circled the room three times before settling into a chair, how you'd picked up and put down the same coffee mug five times.
You shot him an apologetic look, trying to still your movements, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. Within thirty seconds, your foot was tapping again.
Jason sighed quietly. Then he extended his leg under the table, pressing his boot firmly against your bouncing knee. He wasn't even looking at you anymore, attention seemingly focused on Bruce's presentation, but his boot remained pressed against your knee.
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Hiii could you possibly do a Bucky Barnes X Male reader where reader and Bucky have been married for years and are highschool sweethearts but reader leaves for a few years and returns wanting a divorce
(Basically the plot of Sweet home Alabama But with Bucky Barnes 😛) 
JUST SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS!
bucky barnes x male reader
authors note: so, I've never watched Sweet Home Alabama, but skimming through the synopsis on IMDb, I think I've got the idea. But because I don't want to make the reader fall in love with someone else, and I kinda took your idea to be an AU, I made bucky be content to stay in the family restaurant business. So in this fic, I made the Barnes family have a small dinner which Bucky is all about and wants to continue working in (with Steve being like a brother who also tends tables or helps in the kitchen) while the reader wants to be a doctor or something. I'll flesh it out further in the fic, but I hope you guys like it!
The acceptance letter arrived on a Tuesday, thin and official looking among the junk mail. Your hands trembled as you tore it open, eyes scanning the formal language until they landed on the words that would change everything:
"We are pleased to offer you a position in our medical program…"
A scream of pure joy escaped your lips as you spun around the small apartment, waving the letter like a victory flag. "Bucky! I got in! I actually got in!"
Bucky appeared in the doorway, flour dusting his dark hair and apron. He'd been experimenting with new recipes for the family restaurant again. His blue eyes sparkled with pride as he swept you into his arms, lifting you off the floor.
"Of course you got in," he said, setting you down but keeping his hands firmly on your waist. "My brilliant husband. The future Dr. Barnes."
You leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. "We'll make it work, right? Long distance for a bit, but love is enough."
"Love is everything," Bucky replied softly, forehead pressed against yours. "I'll visit every weekend. You'll come home for breaks. We've got this."
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How would Dick and Jason react to their best friend (m!reader) show up at their door wearing wedding attires (flower boutquet and wedding ring) as a prank?
You can make the ending platonic or romantic if you'd like!
SO, WHEN ARE WE GETTING MARRIED?
platonic! dick grayson/jason todd﹠male reader
authors note: oh, that made me put my thinking hat on :) It's such a bizarre thing to be on the receiving end, but I think I nailed down their reactions. Also, with me kinda being sick of writing lovey smutty fics, I made them be platonically with the reader.
DICK GRAYSON
The door swings open and Dick's face goes through about seventeen emotions in three seconds. "Oh," he says. Then, brighter: "Oh! Oh."
He doesn't step back. He steps forward, invading your personal space to smooth the lapels of your thrifted suit. His eyes are doing that thing where they crinkle at the corners.
"Is this—are you—" He's laughing like he's been waiting his whole life for someone to show up at his door in a cheap suit with a plastic ring. "Did you get married without me?"
"Technically I'm trying to marry you."
You raise the bouquet as some sort of proof and he takes them, burying his nose in them even though they're half wilted daisies from the clearance bin.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay." Dick smiles, the full Nightwing special on display, the one that makes villains pause and civilians swoon.
"But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. I'm calling Alfred. He's going to want to record it, and you're wearing one of my good suits. Not this....whatever polyester nightmare you've got on."
He doesn't ask if it's a joke, he simply hooks his arm through yours and starts pulling you inside towards his closet. He's already planning caterers in his head, already deciding which of his siblings to invite, and who's going to be his best man. Because that's Dick. Everything's real to him until proven otherwise. Every stupid joke is just practice for the real thing.
Hello, I’m not sure if you still take requests so please ignore if they aren’t open. But if so, could I please request a Will Graham x ftm reader with angst / hurt & comfort? They work together and Will Graham has the massive hots for reader and is basically a dog on a leash but the reader has massive resentment and an inferiority complex towards Will. Will is smart, witty, good looking and the source of reader’s gender envy and that causes a massive grudge nothing romantic just pure spite so it’s all very one sided but Will is super stubborn. I’ll leave the rest up to you :)
Look, I just like to see Will hot and bothered and desperate ok….
Thank u for listening!!
I HATE HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL
will graham x ftm reader
The office is quiet at 2 AM, just the hum of fluorescent lights and the smell of stale coffee. You’re hunched over case files, trying to will your eyes to focus on the crime scene photos, but you can feel him before you hear him.
Will hovers at the edge of your desk. “You’re still here.”
You don’t look up. “So are you.”
A pause.
You can picture him. Disheveled in that unfair way that makes him look like some tortured academic in a magazine spread, all sharp jawline and wild hair and eyes that see too much. The kind of effortless masculinity you’d have to fight for, bleed for, bind and cut and carve yourself into. And he just wears it, easy as breathing.
It makes you want to put your fist through drywall.
“I brought food,” he says, and there’s that tone again. Low, careful, eager; a dog with a leash in its mouth, waiting for you to take the other end. “Thai. From that place you like. The one with the—”
“I didn’t ask you to do that.”