boxer!sukuna watching (and holding back) his girlfriend from fighting some guy who kept taunting her.
pssstt... reader is mixed. <3
it was another ordinary day in the gym that you recently started attending with your boyfriend, who is a professional boxer, sukuna. the gym was recently getting renovated in other sections due to popular demand of turning it into a boxing gym as well.
you and your boyfriend were currently doing a workout routine together, including some other boxing routine after. you wanted to start learning how to fight, and sukuna had no judgement towards that at all.
some guys that were around had caught their eye on you, seeing how your body moved as sukuna helped fix your fighting position. one thing about you is that you could just know when something didn't feel right, and this surely didnt.
sukuna noticed a shift in change of your body, seeing how your hands started trembling.
"you got a nice body over there, mama! why don't i come over there and cop a feel, yeah? pretty sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind." one of the guys said, a cocky smirk on his face.
sukuna gives the man a glare, before putting his focus back on you. "don't listen to them, ma. focus on me."
your anxiety rose like a rapid fire spreading through your body, but you focus on sukuna rather than those guys.
you give him a nod, sighing softly and fixing your hands, putting your thumb on your fingers and putting a leg out.
the man who spoke scoffs, rolling his eyes. "c'mon, mama, don't ignore me."
"will you shut up?" you turn to the man, your eyes and face reflecting nothing other than annoyance. "I'm training with my boyfriend here, and all your doing is being a nasty piece of shit. shut the fuck up and let me train."
you turn your head back to sukuna, who has a smirk on his face, he's obviously proud of you.
"ooh, i see the quiet, pretty girl has a voice. she can speak? shocker..." the man walks closer to you, leaving his group of people.
"bitch, if you dont get the FUCK away from me!" you turn to the man, face-to-face. "I don't want whatever offer you have. i have an amazing boyfriend who, if you keep bothering me, can beat the breaks off of you. I'll deadass also punch you. leave me—US—alone!" you yell at the man, getting up in his face.
"man, just leave us alone." sukuna speaks behind you, sneaking a veiny hand onto your waist to pull you back. sukuna was holding his temper, letting you hold yourself against this man before he fully involves himself and catches a charge or something.
the man wouldn't stop talking, and you were so ready to put the beats on this guy.
you get up in his face again, putting a nasty pointer finger in his face, threatening to beat his ass if he doesn't move away.
and after minutes of more yelling, sukuna sees you throw a punch to the guy's jaw, and he immediately pulls you back.
"hey, hey, c'mon ma." sukuna pulls your arm back gently. "hey—"
"stop fuckin' playing with me, yo!" you yell. "get the fuck outta here with your bullshit, man." you say, walking back.
sukuna snickers as the man holds his jaw, rubbing the sensation of your punch.
"sukuna, what the actual fuck is the wrong with the guys here?" you ask, disgust on your face.
sukuna gives a shrug, kissing your forehead. "no clue. if it helps we can find a new gym." and you give him a nod, "yeah, that'll help."
a/n: guys im back for those (my 27 followers <3) who are supportive of my content..
Summary : Whichever way you looked at it, one thing was for sure; it had not gone how you had planned. Granted it hadn’t been the best plan to begin with. Initially you thought you’d rock up to the Avengers compound, enlist their help to bring down the evil organization and then go, “Also I’m your daughter from a one-night stand you probably forgot about.” Yeah, that would have turned out great. Totally wouldn’t have been disastrous at all.
Pairing: TONY STARK x DAUGHTER READER
CHAPTER I
Meet the parent
You stood outside the doors of the giant facility and stared up its length right to top where the giant AVENGERS sign stared right back at you. Taking a deep you marched through lobby up to the front desk. A woman, pretty and blond, stood behind it and lifted a finger at you signalling for you to wait while she finished her call. You played with the handle of your satchel draped across your chest and bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet, your eyes fleeting across every person and surface of the lobby. It was very clean and futuristic, cold almost clinical, exactly how you imagined a high tec science facility would be.
“Hi, welcome to the Avengers compound how can I help you,” the blonde asked drawing your attention back to her now that she’d ended the call.
“Hello, I’m here to see Tony Stark.”
The probably plastic smile on her face (it was way too early on a Monday morning for anyone to be ‘not grumpy’) faltered and her grey eyes scanned you up and down, probably wondering what business a seventeen-year-old would have with the most well-known high-profile billionaire in New York, America and possibly the world.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No.”
“Then I’m sorry. Mister Stark is very busy and I’m afraid I can’t let you see him without an appointment,” she said, feigning a sympathetic look.
“Do you know when he’ll be free,” your voice was slightly strained and clipped. Katherine, you noted from her name tag, was starting to get on your nerves.
“No, I don’t handle his schedule,” she replied shortly, like it was something you should already know.
“Well, I’d really appreciate it if you talked to someone who does and find out for me.” She opened her mouth, probably to say something to deter you from your goal so you interrupted her before she could. “I’ll just wait over there.” And you walked over to the waiting area and took a seat before she could get another word out. You sighed and took your phone out of your satchel. You were going to be here for hours. Oh well, at least the chairs weren’t too uncomfortable and the WIFI was free.
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You’d been right. It was now after three in the afternoon and you’d been here since eight. Your phone was dead and even though the chairs were more comfortable than you’d expected from a waiting room your butt was getting sore. At least you had the sense to buy yourself some lunch and pack a snack and a book to keep you occupied this morning. Katherine had tried to get you to leave a couple times saying Mister Stark will be busy all day. To which you had replied, “Listen Katherine, can I call you Katherine, I have a very delicate, very urgent, matter that I need to discuss with Mister Stark. I can not leave here until I have talked to him.” You’d hoped that the desperation in your eyes conveyed the urgency of the matter and apparently it had because she came back half an hour later (Mister Stark will see you now) and escorted you to the elevator and up to the higher floors
It suddenly became harder to breath like all the air in the elevator had been sucked out by a vacuum. It was when you were five years old and your teacher told your class to make Father’s Day cards that you began questioning, you went home that day and asked your mother about him. She’d brushed you off, told you it wasn’t important and that you should ask her again when she wasn’t busy. Except she’d said it a lot less kindly. Wounded you walked away and only found the courage to ask again when you were thirteen. With tears in your eyes, sobs racking your body she’d had mercy and told you the truth. He hadn’t cared. He hadn’t wanted you and they’d both agreed to part ways and for him to not be part of your lives. She’d said it had been for the best.
Ever since then you had dreamt about this moment. What it would be like when you finally got to meet him. Where you would meet him. Would the connection be instant, like that missing piece of a puzzle slotting into place? Would he look at you and know instantly that it had been a mistake to walk away from you all those years ago? Take you into his arms and apologize for ever making you feel like you weren’t worth enough to stick around for? Or would he be reaffirmed in his decision to leave? Glad he got out while he still could? Look at you with distain or pity and then turn away from you once again?
Your mind was reeling, running almost as fast as Katherine’s brisk walk down the hall. You wished she would slow down, it would slow down. Give you a chance to catch your breath, change your mind, walk away and preserve your normalcy. You needed more time. You weren’t ready to have a life altering moment. You didn’t look the part. You should have worn a dress, something more formal than your white graphic tee and black tennis skirt. You definitely regretted the fishnets and doc martens. Would heels have been overkill? Maybe you should have styled your hair differently, in a nice bun instead of letting the bushy curls cascade around your face. You’d thought it framed your face nicely, made it look less round, but now you wonder if it just made you look unkempt. The soft e-girl makeup was the only thing you were sure about. There was just something about sharp eyeliner and dazzling highlighter that made you feel powerful, that felt like armour.
“Right through there,” Katherine directed, pointing at the double doors to your right. She turned, presumably returning to her post to continue politely sneering at people. You almost wished she’d walk in with you.
You could make a break for it. You’d make it out the lobby in less than ten minutes.
You sighed. You really couldn’t. This was bigger than you. If you didn’t do this no one else would. No one else could. It had to be you.
Another deep breath. You attempted to flatten your curls, calm the hum of nerves buzzing beneath your skin and then you knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
You pushed it open expecting to find a desk, maybe a couple of shelves, possibly rich people shit (you know like those golf thingies). Like a regular office. What you weren’t expecting was a huge lounge area and a bunch of the avengers sitting around like…well normal people.
As you walked in all eyes were on you. You froze. “Wow you’re all here.” You said it quietly to yourself. For a milli-second you stood there awkwardly but you swallowed your nerves and crossed the threshold. “Hi, I’m Amelia Harris,” you introduced out of habit and you swore internally. You’d planned to introduce yourself by your real name.
Before you could correct yourself however, Captain Rogers who, along with Thor, had stood up the moment you entered, smiled at you. “Steve Rogers. Good to meet you.” You held out your hand and he shook it. Calloused yet gentle and firm, and as warm as his smile.
“Good to meet you too. I’m here for Mister Stark.”
“He’s on a phone call, should be right out.” A brunette you didn’t recognize offered. “Maria Hill,” she prompted. You shook her hand as well.
Thor gave it a shake too and you tried hard not to swoon, you could barely meet his eyes. His handshake was firmer than Steve’s but no less gentle and warm. Dr. Banner gave you a wave from his spot, standing by the wall sized window.
You smiled and waved at Agent Barton, too intimidated to go any closer. The frown on his face and arrows in his hands didn’t make him look too friendly. Yet he looked far more approachable than Agent Romanov who was laying on the couch laid back and casual but somehow still the picture of grace and elegance. She gave you a nod in acknowledgement and you’re surprised you didn’t faint. Black Widow had just acknowledged your existence.
Before you could fangirl uncontrollably, the man of the hour Tony Stark walked in. Your heart hammered in your chest, all the blood rushed down your body and pooled at your feet, air left your lungs and all you could do was stare.
Please don’t barf all over his undoubtedly expensive, probably Italian leather shoes.
As soon as the thought occurred to you, your stomach lurched and you doubled over emptying the contents right onto said leather shoes with a horrific “grrhhh.”
Fan-fucking-tastic. Just awesome.
In a second, Steve was at your side, making sure you were okay but you couldn’t respond to his kindness, being too preoccupied resisting the urge to sink through the floor with embarrassment. The look of thinly veiled disgust on Tony Starks face was just the icing on top of this beautiful moment.
Before you could apologize you felt a new wave of nausea rise and you heaved.
“Bathroom’s that way,” Dr Banner directed helpfully.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror. This hasn’t been a disaster at all. In fact, it was going extremely well. Apart from the fact that you just blew chunks all over Tony Stark’s shoes within the first two seconds of meeting him. Great first impression. Yeah, the Turkey sandwich had been a mistake. But at least it hadn’t been an egg sandwich like the lady at the sandwich shop had suggested.
You should probably get out of here and face the fallout of your poultry outburst. Standing in a bathroom staring at yourself, wishing you had the power of invisibility so you could walk out without anyone seeing was unproductive. With one final look at the mirror to ensure that there weren’t any chunks in your hair (there weren’t) you walked out. Only to find the room slightly more crowded than when you left it. Two security guards posed at the door and a nervous-looking Katherine standing in the middle of it. To be fair to her, she was being reprimanded by her boss.
“It’s too early in the year for meet and greets,” Tony was saying.
“She said she had something important to tell you-,” Katherine tried to explain but you interrupted her before she could finish.
“I’m not a fan,” everyone turned to look at you, you flushed, “I mean I’m not not a fan,” a few eyebrows raised (from Tony, Agent Barton and Maria Hill). “Look I’m not here on fan club business or whatever, I’m here because I need your help.” You walked over to the satchel you had tossed on the floor in your haste to spare Tony Stark’s suit from a new vomit coloured dye job and pulled out a flash drive. “A few hundred lives are at stake and if we don’t put a stop to it the whole world could be in danger.” Even if it might be too late.
With the attention now off of her, Katherine took this opportunity to slink off out the room, the two guards behind her.
“We,” Steve questioned? You ignored him.
Dr Banner walked over and held his hand out for the drive. You handed it to him. “It’s all encrypted and I’m not a techy person,” you shrugged, apologising for your own incompetence.
“They’re a group called Allaxis. They kidnap children and experiment on them.” That last part did what you hoped it would. Suddenly everyone sat or stood a little straighter, and listened more intently.
“Experiment?” Agent Romanoff probed, an edge to her voice.
“Genetic modification. They’re trying to make- “
“-Super soldiers?” The original super soldier sounded tired. You imagined he would be. The number of times you’d overheard whispers of a new super serum, or plans to replicate the first one. A super army was the cool new toy all the baddies wanted to have. There was something else in his voice though, unwavering determination. You’d only just met him but you imagined defeat was a suit he rarely ever wore. Suddenly you were more confident in your decision to come here.
“Something like that, only with kids as guinea pigs. As far as I know they haven’t been successful. But that was a couple of years ago. A lot could have changed since then.”
“Did you go to the cops with this?”
You were hesitant to say no lest you disappoint Captain Rogers by not following proper protocol. “No. I don’t trust the cops; I only trust you. You’re the Avengers. Earth’s mightiest heroes. You stand up for what’s right because-“
“Because that’s what heroes do,” Thor boomed. You’d almost forgotten he was there. How you could forget the presence of such a captivating and alluring being was beyond you. (Okay, so you had a crush on Thor? He’s a god and he looks like one. And seeing as most of the teen girls and some teen boys on the internet sites you frequent shared your feelings, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was actually, unfortunately, the most normal thing about you.) To be fair, he had been content nursing a pint of beer and watching the back and forth.
“Yes,” you smiled dopily (He’s very dazzling).
“Alright kid, we’ll look into it.”
“Thank you, Mr Stark.” You were being sincere. “Thank you,” you said looking at Steve.
“It’s what we’re here for ma’am.”
With all that settled, you excused yourself and started the long trek home. That could’ve gone better, but on the other hand it could’ve gone worse. The barf could’ve hit his face instead of his shoes. So small wins, you guess.
Whichever way you looked at it, one thing was for sure; it had not gone how you had planned. Granted it hadn’t been the best plan to begin with. Initially you thought you’d rock up to the Avengers compound, enlist their help to bring down the evil organization and then go, “Also I’m your daughter from a one-night stand you probably forgot about.” Yeah, that would have turned out great. Totally wouldn’t have been disastrous at all.
You’ll tell him the truth eventually, you reassured yourself, for now that was enough excitement for one day.
maybe I'm honestly falling too soon | John B. Routledge
a/n: this is technically a stand alone, but i kinda wish i did a little mini series for the Peterkin!Reader concept...oh well I’ll do that now. love the support for SUMMER, i wish it was better written but I still appreciate ya’ll.
This is technically a reader insert, but I made the reader mixed with Black and Korean. always hashing out WOC representation.
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summary: You try not to question people’s intelligence. John B saves the day.
warnings: like rlly bad writing, underaged drinking, hints of racism and stereotyping, that part is based off of a conversation i overheard but if it’s offensive in any way and if you’d like me to take it out or change it pls let me know
♫ Down to Earth by UMI ♫
You weren’t really known to go out much. Partying with either Kooks or Pogues wasn’t the norm for you considering who your parents were. But even if your mom wasn’t the Sheriff and your dad wasn’t a teacher at Kildare County High, your personality alone wasn’t really the “partying” type. Your friends tended to label you as the “sweet” one, or even the “innocent” one. It didn’t necessarily make you mad per se, it was just a bit annoying that the entirety of your being was labelled based off of the fact that you tended to not do things.
You didn’t label your friends for the things they did, so you found it odd that they labelled you because of the things you didn’t do.
“Pleeeaaase (Y/N), John B and his crew throw the best keggers and you’ve only gone to like one!”
“Nicky, I just...really don’t want to, ok?” you’d been trying to decline Nicky all day. This was the 5th time she’d brought it up today, not to mention the amount of times she’d brought it up this past week. Maybe if it had happened yesterday or even tomorrow you would’ve felt more up to it. Today didn’t feel like a good day to party. At least not to you.
“(Y/NNNNNN)!” Nicky whined and you only sat patiently as she shook you, “Please just this once? Ok I heard that Kelce’s gonna be there and he usually avoids the Cut! This is the perfect oppurtuntiy for me to get closer to him!”
You hated that she was using her crush on Kelce against you. You truly wouldn’t say that Nicky was either a Kook or a Pogue (you didn’t even think you were either a Kook or Pogue) but she’d developed a crush on him due to her sudden frequent attendance at the country club with her cousins. She barely spoke to him and barely had the chance to but she insisted that he was a “great guy who just get’s pressured by his asshole friends”. You supported anything Nicky did (lest it get her hurt) and Kelce had only ever been kind to you.
“Ok...fine,” you sighed and Nicky squeed in excitement.
“Oh my god yes! Finally!” Nicky cheered and you only rolled your eyes playfully as she tackled you into a hug.
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John B casually strolled through the aisles of the grocery store. He’d been taxed with getting a few snacks to stash in the Twinkie so that they had some food of their own at the party.
“Relax ok, I just really wants some chips.”
John B perked up at a familiar sounding voice and straightened up as you and your best friend walked around the corner of the aisle. He licked his lips as he gave you a quick look over. You were dressed in your usual aesthetic, a long high waisted skirt, a tank top that was tied to cinch at your waist, large wire framed glasses on the bridge of your nose, and your bouncy curls pushed back with a bandana in your hair.
“Oh, hey John B.”
John B shook himself out of his stupor and flashed you a wide grin, nodding to Nicky, who only gave him a look of suspicion.
“Hey (Y/N), what are you doing here?” That question wasn’t too out of place, you lived closer to the bigger grocery store chains than the family owned one’s in the Cut.
“I just wanted to get some chips, Heyward’s is the only store that has the one’s I like,” you gave him a sweet smile and John B tried not to melt.
“That’s-That’s really cool,” he stuttered and he licked his lips awkwardly as his eyebrows raised. You blinked at him, the smile on your face twisting a bit in confusion as you glanced at Nicky for a moment before looking to John B again, “I mean sorry-um...Kegger!” John B put up a hand in realization, “We’re gonna have a Kegger tonight at the Boneyard. Will I see you there?”
“Yeah for sure,” you smiled at him and he gave you that grin that’d always made you think of the sun. You’d always thought John B was cute. Probably more than cute really. He was tall (6 foot maybe?), and his body was built ridiculously...nice for a 16 year old. Plus he was like one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met.
“Are you gonna be manning the Keg the whole time?” you teased as you grabbed two bags of your favorite chips. Nicky took them from you, looking between you and John b from off to the side. John B scoffed at your comment.
“Nah, I’ll drag JJ to do shifts if he even tries to run away from it,” the last time they threw a Kegger, John B and Pope had been ditched to man the keg. JJ had run off with some touron and Kie was hard to say no to when she insisted it wasn’t her turn.
“So that means you’ll save me a dance?” you bit at your bottom lip as John B looked at you in surprise. He’d always thought of the two of you as friends, you and your mom were oddly involved in his life but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to complain about having people give a shit about him.
“Yeah...yeah definitely,” John B confirmed and you giggled before waving to him goodbye and leading Nicky away to go pay for your chips. John B stared at where you were standing just a second ago before he turned to watch you over his shoulder. He barely caught Nicky shaking you by the arm before the two of you disappeared around the corner of the aisle.
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“Is that...(Y/N)?” Pope asked, passing some random Touron a filled red solo cup. John B looked up from where he was filling up a Kook’s cup and turned to where Pope was pointing. It was indeed you. You were standing in group with a few Kooks. Nicky was standing close to Kelce, the two of them seemingly in their own world and you were stuck interacting with Topper, Rafe, and some other Kook guys he didn’t recognize.
“Yeah,” John B confirmed and Pope glanced at him for a moment before turning his attention back to you.
“She looks like she’s having a great time,” Pope pointed out sarcastically and John B straightened up. Pope was right, and even from this far away he could tell. You had a perplexed look you on your face as you listened to one of the ook boys talk and your body language was closed off. You had your arms wrapped around yourself and you were switching the weight of your feet back and forth.
“Maybe you should go save her?” Pope suggested and John B turned to him.
“Nah, nah she’s probably fine,” John B shook his head, reaching for the eg hose once again. Pope snatched it out of his hands.
“C’mon John B, you really wanna risk that?” Pope stated matter of factly and he cringed as he looked back to you. You looked more and more uncomfortable by the second.
“Alright...” John B dusted his hands off on his swim trunks and began to weave through the crowd to get to you, leaving behind a grinning Pope.
Across the way, you were trying your best not to let much show on your face but you couldn’t help but cringe at everything this guy was saying. You were pretty sure he had done a line of something (probably supplied by Rafe) but you were beginning to think you should definitely put yourself in a safer environment. You hadn’t been the most bothered by Topper or Rafe, they were usually polite to you, but when three more Kooks stepped up to you, you were left to deal with five Kooks who were all under some type of influence while Nicky talked with Kelce.
“Y’know, you have like really nice eyes,” one of the kooks pointed to you and you smiled.
“Oh thank you-”
“They’re like real narrow. Do you put like make up on?” That threw you off guard and your mouth drpped open in shock at the question. Topper hit the boy in the chest and the Kook shot him a look of confusion, “What man?”
“Dude you can’t say that shit,” Rafe laughed and you were uncomfortable with the idea that he found it funny for a different reason other then idiocy.
“What she’s got like real narrow eyes. So what how do you do that?”
“Well um-” you stammered, “I’m just...Asian?”
“Wait you’re Asian?” one of the other boys cried out, “I thought you were black?”
Rafe snorted at that and you could feel the discomfort in your chest increase.
“I-I am black. My mom’s black and my dad’s Korean...” you explained. Your cheeks burned and your palms were clammy due to your nerves.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry...” the first boy laughed, “Wait, I swear I’m not racist or anything. You’re gorgeous.”
You wondered how your beauty had anything to do with his questions about your race.
“Like, my sister’s just always talking about like fox eyes or whatever and she’d probably love to have eyes like yours.”
You sucked in a breath at that. Could this guy be anymore cluelessly offensive? At this point you were beginning to question his intelligence altogether. But you weren’t a confrontational person and the thought of calling him out on his bullshit terrified you. You also definitely weren’t in a position to act brave.
“Uh hey! (Y/N)?” you turned in shock and almost cried out in relief at the sight of John B calling you.
“What do you want Pogue?” Rafe hissed out and you looked up at him before rushing over to John B.
“Oh hey John B, I was actually looking for you, sorry guys,” you barely turned to look back at the circle of Kooks before you were leading John B away by the hand, completely ignoring Rafe’s calls.
When you were a good ways away, and a little closer to where the keg was, you stopped and put a hand on your chest. you let out a laugh of disbelief as you looked up at John B. He looked down at you in confusion, your fingers still intertwined with his.
“Jeez you seriously saved me,” you breathed and John B’s eyebrows raised.
“Were they doing something-” he looked back over to the boys but you only waved it off.
“No no, one of them was just...making me lose brain cells,” you laughed, though John B could tell see the discomfort on your face.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” John B pointed out and you only scoffed.
“I’m used to it at this point,” John B wondered what “it” was.
“Hey (Y/N)! What’s up?” the two of you turned to Kie as the girl walked up to you, a wide grin brightening her expression.
“Nothing much just, being a damsel in distress,” you looked up at John B with a teasing smile and he rolled his eyes.
“I literally only called your name,” he recalled and you laughed.
“And that saved me, the damsel, from my distress!” you reassured.
Kie chuckled despite her confusion. She gave a pointed smile at your guys’s hands but the two of you were too distracted by one another. Kie wondered when John B was finally gonna tell you he liked you.
“You guys are real cute,” Kie laughed and the two of you looked at her with wide eyes. Kie regretted opening her mouth as John B realized the two of you were still holding hands. He quickly pulled his hands out of yours, wiping his sweaty palms onto his shorts. You looked a little disheartened as your hands came forward to fidget on the knot of your shirt.
“Nevermind,” Kie mumbled. She shook her ehad before walking away from the two of you to go help Pope with the Keg. You watched her walk away, the tips of your ears feeling hot.
Your fingers fidgeted with one another as you looked up at John B from the corner of your eye.
“So um...” John B turned to you, “I think you owe me a dance?” you smiled and a smile began to stretch across his face. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were smiling too and the stretch of his cheeks caused his freckles to shift.
“Would you like to dance?” John B questioned you and you pretended to think.
“Hmm I don’t know, the guy who’s asking me to dance is being kinda...dry about it,” you pretended to cringe and John B rolled his eyes.
He stepped back away from you and turned you so that two of you were facing one another rather than standing side by side. He held out a hand and you glanced between it and his expression. You tilted your head giving him raised brows and he laughed before getting down onto one knee. He put one arm behind his back and offered a hand out to you as you laughed at his antics.
“Lady (Y/N) may I please have this dance?” he asked loudly and a few people chuckled as they watched him. You looked away, your cheeks burning as you tried to stop yourself from geeking out. You looked back at him again, biting at your cheek as you placed a hand into his.
“Why of course,” you confirmed and John B hopped up to his feet before leading you into the middle of the dancing bodies. You weren’t to sure what song was playing but the bass was loud and the energy was high in that medium sized pocket of dancing people.
You made a graceful turn, John B’s hand still in yours, and pressed your back up against John B’s front. The two of you swayed to the beat of the song as John B let go of your hand to put his hands on your skirt clad hips. He pressed himself close to you and you threw your curls over to your right side so he could lean his face down close to yours.
The two of you grinned at each other as the song moved your body for you.
“Those two are...definitely in love,” Pope pointed out, taking a sip from his drink.
“Absolutely,” Kie nodded as she copied Pope’s actions.
The two of them ignored JJ’s whines about the keg as they watched you and John B dance.
How come in all Tony Stark x daughter!reader fics, the reader's mother is always dead or is dying of cancer? And is it really impossible for Tony to have a biracial/mixed daughter or something?
more of this little sporadic series. i would do the second verse of the song but i specifically wrote this for the first verse lmao
damn look at this debbie ryan lookin ass
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warnings: cussing as per usual, uuuuh bad writing, underaged drug use
♫ Fangs by Matt Champion ♫
She rolled up in the Beamer, couldn't have looked cleaner
Skin like coffee, colour with lil' creamer
Sin City since I been thinkin' all of these thoughts in my head
She'd probably shoot me dead
“It’s like...spiritual, y’know?” you mumbled and John B wasn’t really sure what you were talking about but he nodded nonetheless. He couldn’t help it when it came to you. If someone ever asked him for a list of his favorite things to do he would add “Listening to (Y/N) talk” on the list. (To be honest one day maybe he would just put “(Y/N)” on that favorite things to do list but John B was on that respect women juice of course).
“Sarah was talking to me about it once-You know Sarah Cameron?-” John B nodded and you continued, “She’s like really into stars, so she was telling me all these stories about the stars and I thought it was just beautiful y’know. That there’s mythology of people turning or being turned into the stars themselves.”
“Yeah of course” John B mumbled in response.
“But it’s cus...we’re like...also the stars y’know?” you grinned at John B and he had to remind himself to breathe again.
“Because we’re made of stardust,” you mumbled dreamily and John B nodded in a daze.
John B wondered for a moment how the two of you ended up here. He wasn’t exactly complaining but he couldn’t remember the last time he hung out with you by himself.
Wait. Were the two of you even alone?
John B glanced over to the side and suddenly remembered the presence of the other Pogues. Now he could remember where he was and how he’d even gotten here. Earlier in the day the Pogues had found themselves stumbling into The Wreck to try and get some lunch before they headed out to the marsh on the HMS Pogue. While they sat goofing around by the outer patio of the restaurant, John B had caught you driving up to the restaurant in your dad’s old Beamer. It was a well maintained car and he couldn’t stop himself from gaping as you parked and stepped out of the car with your best friend.
God-damn, she got the hoops on
Hair bunned up in two just like a nunchuck
Would I give a fuck? I needed to cheer myself up
You were dressed in sandals, a pair of loose, patterned, fabric pants, with a tube top and your hair was pulled up into space buns and you had on hoop earrings that he thought looked incredible on you.
John B had jolted when he felt someone smack him upside the head.
“Dude what?” he hissed at JJ and the blonde only laughed at him.
“You’re drooling John B,” Pope told him, pointing to the corner of his mouth and the Pogues laughed as John B reached up to wipe away nonexistent drool.
“Hah hah real funny,” John B flicked a fry at Pope but he only swatted it away. Kie shot them a look as she leaned over to pick it up off the floor and then placed it onto an unused napkin.
“Dude, I could hear the loves songs going off in your head John B,” JJ leaned back in his seat smugly.
“Just a glimpse of (Y/N) and his half a brain cell disappears,” Kie stated and the group laughed at John B’s expense. John B rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at his lips or the redness from spreading across his cheeks.
“Speaking of,” JJ straightened up from his seat and smiled as he held an arm up to wave, “Hey (Y/N)! Nicky!”
John B jabbed JJ in the arm as Kie and Pope turned over to look at the counter of the restaurant, where you and your best friend, Nicky, were ordering from Kie’s mom.
The two of you looked up at that and though Kie’s mom raised a brow, you only grinned as you waved to JJ, who was wincing in pain. Nicky shot their group a look but waved back reluctantly when Pope and Kie waved to the two of you.
“Stop JJ,” John B hissed but JJ only scoffed.
“Hey you guys,” you greeted as you lead Nicky over to them.
“Oh shit, heeey,” John B drawled awkwardly and Pope recoiled in shock, trying to keep the laugh from bursting out. Kie gave him grimace and JJ looked up to the ceiling, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his laughter in.
“What the fuck...” Nicky whispered from beside you and you nudged her side as John B cleared his throat.
“Ok..sorry about whatever that was,” Kie shot John B a look and he only smiled back at her sarcastically, “But hey,” she smiled.
“Good day so far?” you asked and the Pogues all nodded in confirmation, “Yeah I saw ya’ll surfing this morning. Looked like fun.”
“Were you on the beach?” Pope asked and Nicky nodded.
“Yeah we went and had a sunrise picnic, we like painted and stuff.”
“That sounds really chill,” John B stated and he grinned as you smiled at him.
“Yeah, we might just do the sunset tonight too,” you said and JJ perked up.
“Hey we were about to head out to the marsh, the sunset’ll probably be...fire from the Pogue,” JJ suggested and his friends all looked at him in surprise.
“Oh? Um well,” you looked to Nicky and she gave shrugged at you. She’d never talked much with John B or his group of friends and had only ever interacted with them while you were around. You didn’t wanna put her in an uncomfortable or unfamiliar situation, “If it’s ok with you?”
“It’s cool,” Nicky stated and you turned to her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I mean...it’s whatever,” Nicky turned to the Pogues, “Ya’ll are cool right?” she asked bluntly and the group was struck for a moment before they nodded.
“Yeah we don’t mind,” Kie stated.
“We’re cool...super cool...” Pope trailed off and there was a moment of awkward silence before Nicky nodded to you and you smiled.
“Ok, we’ll just wait for our food and then we can head out whenever you guys want?” you asked and John B and his friends all nodded in agreement, allowing you and Nicky to pull up chairs and sit around their table.
But I fell in love right when she said
"I wanna count the freckles on your face"
"Rearrange 'em, put 'em in the same place"
That’s how John B found himself on his porch with you, Nicky, and his friends. The second you all were on dry land, JJ had pulled out a pre-rolled joint that he had been waiting all day to smoke.
John B was surprised when you’d taken it once he offered it to you after taking a hit.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” John B mumbled, watching you take a hit, letting it sit for a moment before breathing out the smoke. You let out a small cough before handing it off to Nicky, who took it eagerly.
“I’ve only smoked like two other times,” you answered softly.
“Glad to be here for your third,” John B smiled and he flushed as you chuckled and smiled back at him.
Then as time passed alongside the joint, Pope (the only one sober for the night) was stuck listening to JJ as the blonde rambled about boats, Kie and Nicky were picking at the Ukelele, playing around with chords and oohing and giggling as they pieced together a song, and John B found himself listening to you gush about the stars.
“I never noticed that you had freckles,” you mumbled, leaning into him and John B gulped as he watched you, “I kinda..wanna like...rearrange them,” you giggled as you looked up into his eyes and John B smiled. He could feel himself falling even harder for you.
“Where would they go?” he questioned.
“I....I dunno,” you mumbled and a slow smile spread onto your face before the two of you were chuckling in unison.
“I get them from being out in the sun so much,” John B explained and you nodded, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.
“That makes sense.”
The two of you settled into a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the others’ chatter drift into your ears. John B watched as you looked up past the roof of the porch and at the stars once more.
I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed
I'm obsessed
“Um hey-”
*ring*
You and John B jolted in surprise at the sudden sound of your phone ringing and you fumbled to pull your phone out of the small cross over bag you’d been carrying all day. Swiping your finger across the screen you cleared your throat before bringing the phone up to your ear.
“Hello? Mom?”
The other teens quieted down and straightened up as they recognized that you were on the phone with your mother, the sheriff.
“Um yeah I’m fine,” you paused as your mother spoke, “Yep. I’m-I’m just at John B’s house-Yes, Routledge- Yes....Yeah...Yeah, I’m with Nicky...I don’t...Um is it ok if I sleep over at Nicky’s” you glanced at Nicky and the girl gave you a thumbs up and you shot one back,”Yeah?...Ok...Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then....Bye, I love you too.”
You sighed as you hung up the phone, dragging a hand down your phase. You shook your head to try and clear away the fogginess of your brain but it only made you feel dizzy.
“Ooooh shit...” you mumbled in irritation as you opened your eyes and looked at the group that was watching you. A beat passed before all of you burst out into a bout of laughter.
“I don’t know why but my heart like, dropped,” Kie gasped and Pope pointed to her as he nodded.
“The second you said ‘mom’,“ JJ breathed and you chuckled, leaning into John B without even realizing it. He moved on instinct, wrapping an arm around you and placing a hand on your hip.
“Yeah, in my head I was like, “Oh shit she knows we smoked”,” John B said and the group laughed once more as they agreed.
“Sometimes I feel like she knows exactly what I’m doing like...all the time,” you told the group, “It’s literally terrifying.”
“Yeah your mom’s scary as shit,” JJ said before he backtracked, “No offense.”
“None taken,” you assured, shaking your head. You loved your mom but you could agree that she could be scary.
“You guys need a ride home?” Pope questioned as the laughter died down and you turned to Nicky. She closed her eyes and nodded slowly, indicating that she was definitely not fit to drive. And the odd weight of your head was telling you that you weren’t fit to drive either.
“If that’s ok?” you told Pope and he nodded, already standing from his seat.
“Yeah of course.”
“What about your dad’s car?” Kie asked and you all turned to look at the Beamer parked beside the Twinkie.
“I can drive it up to Nicky’s house tomorrow morning?” John B told you and you turned to look up at him.
“Oh thank you, yeah that’d be great,” you smiled at him and he smiled back. His hand played with the end of your shirt and as though suddenly realizing where it was, he coughed awkwardly and pulled his arm away from you. Glancing at JJ he frowned at the blonde’s furrowed brows and missed the way you leaned away from him, glancing down at the floor in disappointment before you stood from where you were seated.
John B stood after you and awkwardly placed his hands in his pockets as he watched you adjust the waist of your pants.
“John B, can I get the keys to the Twinkie?” Pope asked and John B pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing it to Pope just as you slung your bag across your body. Nicky walked up to you and looped her arm around yours. She mumbled something into your ear and John B caught the glance shot his way before he averted his eyes and stared up at the porch ceiling awkwardly.
“Alright let’s go?” Pope asked and you and Nicky nodded.
“Bye,” Nicky waved to the remaining trio and you smiled and waved to them before the two of you turned and followed after Pope.
Kie, JJ, and John b stood and watched as you entered the van. Then as it peeled away from John B’s dirt drive away, the boy flinched in shock as Kie punched him in the arm.
John B reached up to rub at the spot, shooting Kie a glare.
“What the fuck?” he hissed and Kie only raised her brows at him.
“What was that?” Kie questioned and John B only looked at her in confusion.
“What?”
“C’mon John B,” JJ spoke up.
“Wh-what?” John B floundered as he looked between the two and they only shook their heads, clearly done with his shit.
Put yo hands up if ya ever been in love
I know I hate it, I hate it as much as you, oh, oh
Baby put your hands up if ya ever, if ya ever
If ya ever been in love
Are there any creators on here who write for mixed readers (like half black half white) bc if not I might have to step up bc i always see "black!reader" but I dont feel black enough myself to use that and when I see "f!reader" they describe hair sometimes for reader and then they say smth like "you grabbed your dry shampoo and headed out the door".
I also understand most writers dont write about things that they aren't. Which is perfectly understandable, I kinda feel the same way. Idk it just seems like there's not enough diversity sometimes with the "reader" yk..
