Crying -Tate Langdon

Crying -Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of his mothers abuse

Word count: 281

Summary: Tates mom can be an asshole, but Y/n can comfort him.

Authors Note: Again this is one of the ones that got lost in my room. Very short and not my best writing. But I did write it years ago and just found it. I’d say I’ve gotten way better.

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“Hello? Is anyone home?” Y/n called out as she entered the house.

“Tate? -Oh my god, Tate!” She rushed towards him once she saw him laying on the floor in the bathroom.

“Are you ok? Whats wrong?” Y/n questioned noticing tate wince when she tried to help him. “Come on lets get you out of here and dry, okay? Sound like a plan?” Once he nodded giving her the ok she needed herself.

“Okay, come on lets go.” After helping him up and dry off Y/n had him go into his room and sit down on his bed. “Now tell me what happened.” She asked softly.

“My m-mom” Tate stuttered out shoulder shaking.

“Oh Tate.” Y/n rubbed his back for comfort.

“She- she got mad a-at m-me.” he continued

“For what Tate?” she asked

“F-for going t-to the attic.” Tate whimphered

“Tate” Y/n gasped very lightly. That was ridiculous.

“T-then she…” Tate tried but seemed to get lost in the memory.

“Then she what Tate? What’d she do?” Y/n asked in a soft voice hoping to calm his nerves enough for him to speak.

“She, she just wouldn’t stop h-hitting me. She did it over and over again. Then she threw a glass vase at my head.” he explained and while he did Y/n saw tears stream down his cheeks.

“Oh Tate, I-I’m sorry.” Y/n spoke gently as she pulled him into her arms rocking him. “I’m not leaving you tonight, ok?”

“Y/n...” Tate spoke quietly

“Yeah?” She listened carefully, giving him all of her attention.

“Thanks” he said as he wrapped his arms around her torso.

“No problem.” Y/n nodded

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So I watched "GOT - House Of Dragon" in February.

Loved it can't wait for season two hate that it's not gonna come out till like 2024.

But I've been thinking of writing for a few characters from "GOT - House Of Dragon"

Would anyone be interested?

I'll probably do it either way but it's nice to hear feedback

Leprechaun Traps - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 266

Summary: With it being St. Patrick's day Y/n realizes just how much she misses the activities they use to do in Elementary school.

Authors Note: Just 4 fun and I miss those days. The fun crafts you got to do in school when you were younger.

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“How come we don’t do any fun holiday crafts in class anymore?” Y/n asked her boyfriend as they lazed around in his room.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked turning around in his desk chair to look at her expecting an explanation.

“I mean it’s St. Patrick's Day and what did we do? The same old crap! Back in elementary school, we use to have a party and do crafts. Whatever happened to all that? What we move up a grade and that means fun activities have to stop? That's not fair.” Y/n ranted truly missing the fun activities from back in middle school.

“I get what you mean. An no its not fair.” Stiles smiled at her.

“No, its not.” Y/n sighed frustrated. She got up to sit on Stiles lap before continuing. “Remember when we got to make those leprechaun traps that one year?”

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun.” he stated while wrapping his arms around her waist.

“That was a blast!” she laughed

“You really miss it don’t you?” Stiles asked Y/n seeing the look in her eyes.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed a little sad but also happy at the memories. Leaning in to hug him.

“Hey! Lets make a leprechaun trap and sit it up ourselves.” Stiles suggested hopping to cheer her up and being honest he misses those fun activities as well.

“Really?” she asked with excitement obvious in her voice.

“Yes, really.” Stiles smiled at her excitement.

“Your the best Stiles.” Y/n stated with a big smile leaning down to kiss him happily.

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Hello I was wondering if you're still taking request I love your writing so I was asking if you could do a Eric Coulter x reader when the reader is one of the leader's of Dauntless.So one day she was injured in mission and Eric tried to help her but she keeps on saying that she is fine and all but not.So Eric decided to keep a eye on her but all of a sudden she fainted while training now she was sent to the Infirmary and Eric was there worried that she wont make it.Thank you❤❤❤❤🤘🤘🤘

I am so so so sorry that its taken so long! I had so many things in my inbox that is wasn’t showing me all of them. 

It won’t be posted for awhile because I’m just writing it and my year is already kinda full for the year but some things could get moved. And I’m super excited and liking this story so it could be posted this year.

Hey! Could I have a Jughead imagine for a girl with long brown hair and glasses, serious and philosophical and loves to read and go to the bookstore with Jughead. Thanks!

Got It. Thank you for requesting, got the dialog done. Hope you like it.

Purpose - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I don’t think

Word count: 545

Summary: Prompt: Cuddling, playing with Billy's clothes subconsciously

Authors Note: I really like this idea, it's something I know I have done myself. With my friends for my anxiety and just cause. I also thought it was really cute.

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“You okay?” Billy asked as they sat in class. He had noticed that the last couple of months Y/n whenever she got quite or even if they were near eachother. Y/n was always touching him, cuddling into him or even playing with his clothes. Billy had a theory that she might not know she’s doing it or why.

“Hmm? Yeah why?” Y/n hummed looking to him with questioning eyes.

Billy shok his head before leaning over a tiny bit to kiss her on the forehead. “Nothing.”

Billy believed he had his answer now, but he didn’t acre he was just happy having her close.

A few weeks later they were sitting on the hood of Billy’s car in the school parking lot. Carol and Tommy were there and Carol felt the need to put someone down. Y/n just happened to be the target of the day.

Carol tilted her head with an evil smirk on her lips, and eyed Y/n up and down before speaking. “A little clingy there Y/n.”

Y/n shifted feeling uncomfortable now in her own skin. Which irritated  Billy immensely.

“Fuck off Carol.” Billy spat out which slightly scared Carol but she covered it with a scoff and changed her focus. Billy gripped Y/n’s hand tighter in his and turned his head a bit to look at her. “You're fine, y/n/n. I promise.”

Y/n smiled up at him through her lashes, leaning her head on his shoulder gratefully. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me.” Billy told her, shrugging his shoulders but not to much he didn’t want to disturb her.

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“Am I clingy?” Y/n asked sitting on Billy’s bed. Neil and Susan had gone out and taken Max with them. So since the house was empty Billy felt okay enough to have her over. That she’d be safe since his father was gone.

Ever since Carol’s comment the other day she hadn’t been able to stop thinking bout how much she did touch Billy.

“What?” Billy turned his head to look at her lightening quick.

“What Carol said-” Y/n started as she looked down playing with her fingers nervously.

“Carols a fucking bitch that couldn’t tell a cow from a rat. Don’t listen to her.” Billy growled going back to his task.

“Okay.” Y/n mumbled out softly, which caused Billy to look back at her. Studying her for a second before appoarching her.

“Hey,listen to me.” Billy stated cupping her face in his hands, lifting her head enough to look him in the yes. “Your not clingy. Okay? Your not.”

“But I’m constantly touching you-”

“So!” Billy exclaimed raising his shoulder up before dropping them. Billy didn’t want to change their dynamic for the world. He felt special when she touched him like he had a bigger purpose than he thought in the world. “Y/n/n, I love that your constantly touching me, or playing with my clothes or- anything. I enjoy it. It makes me feel like I have a purpose. I’m your comfort.”

And that he was, even if Y/n didn’t want to admit it out loud Billy was like a security blanket to her. And Billy wouldn’t have it any other way.

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