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astonmartinii · 7 months

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spice up your life | lewis hamilton social media au

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem horner!reader

slam it to your left and fall in love with your dad's team's main rival, shake it to your right and cause chaos

MASTERLIST | TIPS

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yourusername: matcha only soz babe

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user4: they're so aesthetic i love them

user5: i need these f1 connections so my desk can look like that

lewishamilton: in matcha we trust - and almave, check it out at www.almave.com

yourusername: get that bag queen?

lewishamilton: i am just a cog in the capitalist machine

yourusername: babe you are the capitalist machine mr. millionaire

lewishamilton: all i'm gonna say is let's make sure we're in monaco when the inheritance comes in

christianhorner: i can see this?

lewishamilton: is this the point when i'm meant to say sorry?

yourusername: considering we're on the way to his house yeah probably

lewishamilton: sorry i guess

christianhorner: i'll take it for now

user6: the way dads are usually mean to their daughter's bf but it's just on crack with christian and lewis

user7: all i can think is that it must have been hell in 2021

user8: i mean lewis and y/n have been together for years so like it's probably just a running joke (for now)

maxverstappen1: i will fight you if you dare bring me a matcha latte again - I ASKED FOR A RED BULL

yourusername: girl.

maxverstappen1: don't think i can't unseat you for christian's favourite

yourusername: if it's a scrap you're asking for you're gonna get one

maxverstappen1: bring it on

lewishamilton: are you sure you guys aren't related?

yourusername: as if i'd want to be related to THAT

maxverstappen1: babe you WISH you had looks like this

lewishamilton: okay....

user9: someone free lewis

user10: i know he regularly questions how much he can take

lewishamilton: y/n is worth it :)

yourusername: love you babe x

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: no more racing means i'm stuck with this lot

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user11: imagine getting on the tube and it's lewis and christian

user12: clearly the biggest deal here is GINGER SPICE

yourusername: you love us really

lewishamilton: i love YOU really

christianhorner: i know you love me deep down lewis

lewishamilton: i'll say yes but just because it's that time of the year

yourusername: that's the spirit !!

christianhorner: you should keep me on side you never know who is picking behind you in white elephant

lewishamilton: you WOULDN'T

christianhorner: it is my job to be able to read you and i know for a fact that you come to white elephant with the intentions to just claim the gift you bought. and because i know this i have correctly deduced the gift you have brought every year. i will claim it this year just to spite you

lewishamilton: damn. toto isn't even this level.

user13: lewis is so real for claiming his own gift at white elephant

maxverstappen1: YOU RIG WHITE ELEPHANT????

yourusername: lMAO

maxverstappen1: he is disrespecting the horner christmas traditions

lewishamilton: you're not a horner bro

maxverstappen1: @christianhorner MAKE HIM TAKE IT BACK !!! TELL HIM I'M A HONORARY HORNER NOW

christianhorner: max is a honorary horner

maxverstappen1: see !!!!!!!!! @lewishamilton you're not even a horner STONES AND GLASS AND HOUSES OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

lewishamilton: *not yet

yourusername: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

user14: idk about you but i actually live for the lil spats between all of them and y/n just watching with popcorn

user15: is he teasing an ENGAGEMENT

user16: i mean they've been together for years we've been waiting

christianhorner

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christianhorner: happy birthday to one of the greatest of all time in our sport and the love of my daughter's life. i can't say i was overjoyed by her choice in a boyfriend when i first found out, but you guys are perfect for each other! happy birthday and don't have too much fun

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user17: annual toto and christian truce on lewis' birthday

user18: i know lewis and y/n are just chuckling to themselves when they once again purposefully sit christian and toto together

user19: plus george and max together

lewishamilton: thank you christian, i hope to annoy you on track as much as i do off track this season!

yourusername: i don't think his blood pressure can take that babe

christianhorner: i am not that old

yourusername: if that's what you wanna hear... sure!

christianhorner: i wanted this to be a happy post don't make me call in max

yourusername: ... you wouldn't?

maxverstappen1: i'm already here dumbass

lewishamilton: of course you are

maxverstappen1: i was going to say happy birthday but i'm always down to tussle with y/n

yourusername: i will read your ass for filth

lewishamilton: and i will help :)

maxverstappen1: fine. you win this round birthday boy and other one

user20: i hope they keep up this bit forever

yourusername: *happy birthday to the sexiest guy in the world. there fixed it for you

christianhorner: that would be quite inappropriate for me to say

lewishamilton: i see how it is christian

yourusername: don't worry babe the most important horner thinks you're sexy and that's all that matters

lewishamilton: i love you too, you're definitely the sexiest horner

maxverstappen1: max verstappen erasure

yourusername: FUCK OFF

user21: can christian just adopt max already?

lewishamilton: don't give him any ideas

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: can you guys stop fucking yelling at me now. jokes, i just got engaged to the love of my life, it doesn't get any better than this (though if your dad and quasi-brother wanna let me win a race i'd be thankful)

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user25: crying like it's my own two kids getting married oh my

user26: the dress is going to be so fucking beautiful i can't wait !!

yourusername: haven't stopped crying, i love you so much

lewishamilton: i love you more

yourusername: NOT POSSIBLE

lewishamilton: i'd be prepared to swear it in a court of law

yourusername: i'd be prepared to literally carve it into my body

lewishamilton: .... babe

yourusername: too far?

lewishamilton: probably, but i appreciate the notion

user27: do we wanna put bets on whether max is going to be nice or a goblin?

maxverstappen1: congratulations assface i guess you really are gonna be a horner before me

lewishamilton: your happiness is really translating through the screen

maxverstappen1: despite popular opinion, i am very happy for you guys and i am very grateful that you treat me like family xoxo

maxverstappen1: okay that's enough being nice, save me a slice of cake or your ass is grass

yourusername: awwww maxy i knew you loved us really!!

maxverstappen1: maybe enough to make me best man?

yourusername: not best man... but you could be my man of honour

maxverstappen1: WHAT ??? FOR REAL ??? DON'T FUCK WITH ME Y/N I'LL CRY

lewishamilton: as much as you annoy me, we'd love you to be part of our day

georgerussell63: max in the wedding party and i'm not... i won't hesitate to get toto on the phone

lewishamilton: I JUST PROPOSED CAN EVERYONE HOLD THEIR HORSES FOR TWO FUCKING SECONDS

user28: so real of you lewis

christianhorner: congratulations!! i can't wait for the big day and for you to finally be a part of the family - JOINT CHRISTMAS I EXPECT EVERYONE THERE THIS YEAR

user29: okay someone check this man's tea

yourusername: thank you dad xxx love you lots

lewishamilton: thank you christian, i will pass on the christmas message

yourusername

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yourusername: *fiance

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user29: the first pic? she on f1 twt or what?

lewishamilton: biggest honour eva

yourusername: nuh uh i'm marrying a knight DOES THAT MAKE ME A PRINCESS

lewishamilton: you're already a princess to me

yourusername: yeah i love you and all that but will the crown recognise me

lewishamilton: probably not ...

yourusername: lol screw them team diana forever

maxverstappen1: insufferable as always

yourusername: i will DESTROY you in a tickle battle when i next see you, consider that a warning

maxverstappen1: i'd like to see you try

yourusername: my new ring makes my slap a hell of a lot stronger btw

maxverstappen1: we get it you're getting married gosh

yourusername: you better get used to it unless you don't want to be man of honour anymore...

maxverstappen1: NO I DO

lewishamilton: this is great i'm gonna hang that over him every time he fucks me over in qualifying

maxverstappen1: UGH

christianhorner: do NOT forget dinner tonight, everyone has come (even the distant ones you didn't know about)

yourusername: we'll be there

lewishamilton: how many are we talking?

lewishamilton: i mean... i can't wait!!

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: finally got the 104 - i think the ring was good luck xx

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user30: WAR IS OVER HOLY FUCK THANK THE LORD

yourusername: falsehoods it was all you baby

lewishamilton: maybe it was the fact you had a merc cap on rather than that nasty ass red bull hat

yourusername: lewis !!

christianhorner: back winning and immediately on the offensive, i see

lewishamilton: i am ... sorry. got a lil excited - y/n does look best in my colours

christianhorner: i am obviously going to disagree

yourusername: can't we all be happy !!

christianhorner: after debrief and out of a 60 mile radius of toto wolff then yes

user31: can they get engaged every week please?

georgerussell63: so like i defended for you... can i be in the wedding party now?

yourusername: no?

maxverstappen1: HA

georgerussell63: lewis???

lewishamilton: i do what y/n says soz

georgerussell63: traitor. can carmen and i at least get front three rows at the ceremony?

yourusername: keep your nose away from any red bulls and maybe

christianhorner: that's my daughter :)

user32: imagine going into a coma in like 2015 and seeing brocedes is dead and buries and lewis and y/n HORNER are engaged even despite AD21

user33: why isn't this the focus of drive to survive?

yourusername: we're too sexy for netflix .... but we would do our own limited series for a price

lewishamilton: and you called me the capitalist machine ... ok

fin.

note: here it is my last WIP !! i haven't written for lewis in so long and i loved the dynamics in this (i think you can tell that i love max, considering he ends up in everything i write lol). so this also means... the requests are open !! i've already had exciting ones but feel free to send in more. also mamma mia p6 is now in the works as well. december is gonna be super busy for me (it's my birthday on the fifth) but hopefully i'll get some christmas themed ones out for all yall that celebrate !!

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 x you #f1 social media au #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton social media au

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scekrex · 3 months

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Hello💕💕💕💕 me again I just really love your story's and I would like to be known has '💕💕'<3 another request 💕hurt/fluff 💕

💕Adopted child male reader x parent Adam, were reader died from his father and went to heaven but doesn't have a place to stay of course his like 2 and Sera does not know to do with him so she just give him to Adam and told him to just keep him for a while to find someone willing to take care of y/n.💕

💕While Adam first saw y/n he just take cared for the kid and kept on saying how the kid was soo annoying, after a few months he started to actually started to get attached with y/n but then Sera asked Adam for the y/n back because she found a orphanage that will like to take care of y/n and maybe find a real family but Adam quickly refused saying that he would like to keep y/n so Sera was alright.💕

💕So after a few 10 years y/n and Adam became inseparable! Going to their favorite bands and y/n knowing how to play the electric guitar and even the drums. This year y/n wants to go and see his dad killing those sinners but Adam isn't too sure on letting his son but he let him because he kept on begging him to come so he allowed it just this once and to try stay close to Lute ( Lute is kinda like a babysitter for Y/n ).💕

💕Y/n was rooting for his father while he was fighting with Lucifer ( more like Lucifer fighting with Adam) until when Adam fell on the floor while Lucifer was punching Adam, then Charlie said that Adam had enough before y/n could run to his father and tell him if they could go home now the little red demon girl stabbed his father, y/n quickly ran towards his father grabbing the girl out of his father, crying fat tears and keep on saying "please don't go, dad" ( or whatever you want)💕

You can write the ending I am too lazy 🙃

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Okay so I've never written child reader before so I hope it matches your expectations! xoxo/p

Born to Lose

pairing: Adam & child!male!reader (platonic)

warnings: language, canon typical violence, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The woman in the pretty white dress with the beautiful looking wings handed you over to that man with golden wings and long horns attached to his head, he looked a little grumpy.

“Why me though?” the first man asked, clearly displeased with the situation that had been forced onto him. What was he supposed to do with a two year old? Sure, he did have children back in the garden but… that was ages ago. He also had Eve back then, to help him raise them. How he was alone with nothing but you in his arms.

Sera was serious about this. A situation like that rarely happened and usually there had always been angels willing to take the child in, but not this time. Not when you had arrived in heaven. Your hands clumsily reached up to one of Adam's horns, you wrapped your small palm around it and giggled happily. Adam sighed. “I wish there would be a better, more permanent solution, it would be the best for the both of you, but sadly there isn't. It's either you taking him in or him ending up homeless.” Sera's words hung in the air for a moment before Adam sighed again, “Okay yeah, I'm taking him in. But fucking hurry up to find a family for that little shithead.” “Language,” Sera warned the first man who simply rolled his eyes at her before he flipped her off and left the building.

So he had to take care of a motherfucking two year old now. Fucking great, thanks for absolutely fucking nothing, god.

You were loud, most children your age were. Well, in Adam's defense, he didn't sign up to adopt a two year old. So he was allowed to complain about you. You needed constant attention, always silently begging to be lifted up into his arms by making grabby hands at him and considering that it was the only way Adam was able to get you to shut the fuck up, he carried you around more than he liked to.

You were a clingy, loud, annoying, stinky little brat and yet you made him soften up. Because carrying you around often resulted in the two of you playing. Adam would lift you up in the air, careful not to drop you of course, while you pretend to be flying - which one day you would be. He also complained about your nightly wake up sessions, how annoying and exhausting it was for him to get up at least five times a night to feed you, change your diapers, or simply give you whatever else it was you were craving.

Yet he loved you dearly and wouldn't give you up for anything.

He had already completely forgotten about what Sera had promised him. That she would find a permanent solution for your problem. To him, this was the permanent solution and he was more than fine with it. So when Sera had ordered him into her office and he had stepped inside with you sleeping in his arms, he was quite surprised to see other angels there too. “Who the fuck is that?” Adam asked as he steadied your little head that was resting on his shoulder. “Those are the people willing to take Y/N in, Adam,” the seraphim explained calmly to the first man, who turned his body away from the strangers in order to protect you. His wings were spread, working as a shield. “No fucking way, he's not leaving me now. I took care of this little fucker for the past six months, he's not going to live with somebody else now.” He pressed your little body a bit closer, yet he remained careful, the brunette had no intention in waking you up. And you remained asleep.

Sera folded her hands as she turned towards the angels that were there to pick you up, “As you can see, I'm very sorry to announce that Y/N will stay with Adam. He seems quite attached to the child and the young boy is visibly feeling comfortable around him. Therefore we don't need your service any longer.” And as soon as Sera had finished her little apology, Adam left the building. There was no need to stick around longer and possibly wake you up.

The years passed and before Adam knew it your twelfth birthday was in the past. Ten years had it been since the first man had been given the task to watch you, raise you. And he did. Once you had learned how to walk and fly, there was nothing that could possibly stop you in any form or way. Talking was also a skill you learned quite quickly, eager to repeat whatever Adam said. At first the first man had thought of it as annoying but he had quickly started to like that little habit of yours. It disappeared as you grew older though.

With six Adam had started to teach you how to play the electric guitar, music had always been a big thing in his parenting methods. He was a guitarist and singer, in God's holy name, of course he would raise you with music. So it had only been a matter of time until he took you to your first ever concert.

The drummer of Adam's band had insisted on teaching you how to play them after you had curiously asked him how he managed to stay so focused on it while also looking ‘badass’.

So. You were twelve, that was fucking old if someone were to ask you. Old enough to join Adam on extermination day. That had been a thing ever since he had adopted you, probably even before. But your father had always told you that you were too young. This year however, you weren't going to back down so easily.

“C’mon dad, you've taught me how to fight, I can defend myself okay? I'm not some whiney, helpless bitch like the other angels up here,” you begged your father.

Ah yes, the language. Your vocabulary was definitely heavily inspired by Adam. A thing Sera disliked, but had stopped commenting on. She still hoped you'd grow into it and learn how to articulate yourself properly.

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he furrowed his brows, “Jesus, okay, okay, fuck, yeah fine.” He had given in. He had officially allowed you to fight by his side during the extermination. “But you're not leaving my side and if you do, only in company with Lute.” That was something you could agree on. Lute was the most badass bitch you've ever met after all.

So extermination day rolled around quicker than Adam had liked it too, if he were to make the decisions, he'd skip it simply because that would mean you'd be safe, instead of being surrounded by demon fuck-ups. But he had already agreed, there was no taking it back now.

Adam was slammed into the ground, neither you nor Lute were in sight as it happened. Lucifer only showed mercy once his daughter reminded him. Adam crawled out of the crater, blood dripping from his face, his body was in pure pain.

You saw him, you also saw the little demon girl that was sneaking up behind him. But things went down way too quick. The little girl pulled out a dagger and stabbed Adam with it. Your father fell face first onto the ground. Pain shot through your body, not physically but emotionally. “Dad,” you screamed as you flew over to his body, the little girl sat proudly on his back. You grabbed her by her throat, your hand was wrapped around it tightly, strategically cutting off her air supply as you ripped the dagger from her tiny hands and lifted it, the tip pointing to her eye. And then you stabbed her.

As you pulled the dagger out, her eye popped out of its socket and blood covered your hands. You stabbed her again, this time in her chest. And again. And again.

The body in your hands went limp and you threw her away carelessly. “Dad, stay with me,” you dropped to your knees next to his head, pulling him onto your lab, “C’mon dad I wanna go home.” Tears started to well up in your eyes as Adam opened his eyes to look at you. His usually bright eyes seemed so lifeless, so dead. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks and hit his face. “Don’t go dad, don't fucking leave me,” the brunette simply shot you a weak smile of thankfulness. Thankfulness that he didn't have to die alone, that you were there.

it was Lute who came up behind you to rest her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N,” she spoke so softly yet her voice sounded hurt, “He’s gone,” she stated as Adam's eyes fell shut. “No,“ you screamed as you pulled away from her touch and pressed your father's dead body against your chest, “He’s not- he's Adam, he can't-”

In the background Charlie, surprised, asked, “Adam had a son?” Lucifer nodded, “Well, he isn't one of the kids I know, he must either be heaven born or adopted, but Adam sure is a father.” Something tore in Charlie at the sight.

“Dad- Adam,” you hiccuped as Lute grabbed Adam's halo. “Y/N, we have to go,” but you shook your head violently, “I’m not leaving without my fucking father, don't even try it.” The lieutenant sighed heavily before agreeing to take him with you, to take him back to heaven.

You got up from the ground, straightened your back and spread your wings proudly as you and Lute picked up Adam and carried him to the portal the leader of the exorcists had opened only a couple of hours ago.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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saturnianprincess · 2 years

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[pick a card] love messages

A short pick-a-card where I channel messages from your current lover/future lover/soulmate or just anyone with who you are or will be romantically involved.

Choose any group group from 1-4 or whichever bear you feel drawn to the most. As always take what resonates and let the rest fly! Hope you enjoy this reading :)

[Group 1] blue bear

Hey sunshine,

I know you are manifesting me and guess what even I am manifesting you! Life has just been about surviving for you lately and trust me I can feel that you have gone through a lot. I am proud of you for being a survivor but please don't feel hopeless, the skies get sunny and clear after the storm. I promise to be the light at the end of your tunnel. You don't have to do this alone, I am always there supporting you (even if I may not be there physically). Please don't dwell on what happened, I know I can't erase that but I promise you wouldn't have to deal with such a thing ever again. I will protect you!

Yours truly

[Some of you who chose this pile have been dwelling a lot about the past. Your future lover/person is saying that you need to heal yourself and let go of the past so that there is space for them to be a part of your life. Keep manifesting the qualities you want your future person to have and try to embody those qualities yourself as well. I am also sensing that some of you have detached yourself from your emotions due to some trauma you may have experienced (i am sorry you had to go through that) but, it's now time to heal it. Also, be open to change don't resist it! Trust the universe, it has some beautiful things planned for you.]

a song from them:

[Group 2] pink bear

hey lover,

How are you? Have you been getting those messages I keep sending you? Yes, it's me trying to connect with you. I am currently working on myself, I might have come across as too arrogant but I swear it's just a facade to protect myself. I have learned a lot of lessons that life has taught me and I am practicing to become the best version of myself for you. I want to build a home with you. A cute family where there's so much love flowing amongst us. I really just want to hold you so tight and give you all my love. I want to be able to give you everything you desire and even more.

Always and forever yours

[Omg, so much lovey-dovey energy in this reading it's so cute! For some of your future lover's higher self is trying to connect with you they are referring to signs or symbols you may see repetitively. Some of you may have met this person recently or you do not know them that well. They have this provider energy, and they really want to fill your cup with love!! Connect to your subconscious to connect with their energy. They are sending you loads and loads of love!]

a song from them:

[Group 3] purple bear

Hey soulmate,

Yeah, I just can't believe that you are real. Damn, I never thought an angel like you could even exist. you are truly my wish come true and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. We really are meant to be. I feel like if I wasn't there at that place that day I might not have ever met you and ngl this does scare me a bit. But I also know your soul has been intertwined with mine for eons and eons. I'm sorry that I have been so impulsive lately but I swear I want to experience life to the fullest with you so I just cannot stay still with you around! My heart gets all fuzzy when I am with you. I can't wait to see the world with you!!!

your fav boy/girl/person,

[Your future lover/spouse is giving me a golden retriever type of energy they are just buzzing with excitement when you are with them. Very wholesome energy! You both meet in a divinely orchestrated manner, it is a fated union of two souls. You might meet them soon or have seen them in your dreams or heard of them through other people. They are mesmerized by your presence.]

a song from them:

[Group 4] yellow bear

Hi y/n,

Life has been shitty to me. This turmoil that I am going through has made me feel like I am incapable of love. I don't know why but I don't have the courage to open my heart again. I have spent sleepless nights thinking about why did I go through that, I did my best but I guess I didn't deserve that. I know you are out there and I know you would never do such a thing but it's hard to keep hope when I see it being taken away from me day by day. But I am thankful for you, I really am. You have taught me that I can heal my heart and trust you to keep it safe. I love you!

Love,

[Your future spouse has been going through a tower moment. They are stressed and anxious about their future. Some of them have been betrayed by a person they trusted dearly while for others they are dealing with their own shadow. All in all a bit of heavy energy for this pile. You are the universe's gift to them and they feel blessed for you.]

a song from them:

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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Heyyy I hope ur doing well!! I've been rly interested in the tsumsted event so I was wondering.. Can I request something like the characters' tsum tsums with their s/o and the characters' reactions to seeing their s/o dotting on them? For Leona, Epel, Azul, and Floyd please >:D

leona, epel, azul and floyd reacting to their s/o doting on their tsum tsums (headcanons) (gn!reader)

so, uh, i know that the tsum tsum event has ended while i was on a break, so i'm sorry if this is kinda late.. i'll try to write the tsum tsum requests as soon as i can, so that it won't feel too late dhjjsdkd.

leona kingscholar.

♡ as long as his tsum wasn't being too annoying, leona was fine with it. you've also been playing with it a lot, so yeah, leona's tsum didn't really have the time to bother him which made leona very happy. but then, leona started feeling like you've been spending way too much time with his tsum, it felt like you forgot about your actual boyfriend and you've been paying attention only to his plushie version. and even though at first leona was relieved that his tsum won't annoy him.. now he kinda wishes you'd leave it alone.

♡ leona refuses to admit that he feels jealous because of a PLUSHIE. he knows that it sounds stupid, there's no way you'd love his tsum version more, but.. he's also getting tired of seeing you cuddle with tsum leona when you can cuddle with him instead. your boyfriend just lies there while you're holding his plushie. so yeah, even if being jealous because of his tsum sounds ridiculous, leona thinks he has a reason to feel that way.

♡ but how is he supposed to talk to you about it? what is he supposed to say? "hey, y/n, i think you've been spending way too much time with my tsum version lately"?? that just makes him sound pathetic, like he's afraid of losing you to his tsum.. wait, that's exactly how he feels. fine, he's gonna talk to you about it.

♡ when leona mentions that you've been playing way too much with his tsum, you laugh and ask him: "what, are you jealous or something?". leona claims that he's not and he says that it's just a bit annoying, but you can see right through him. you already knew that leona's been feeling kinda jealous because of how much attention you've been giving to his tsum, but his reactions were so entertaining to watch that you just kept acting like that. and come on, his tsum is so cute, how can you stop playing with it? and your boyfriend getting annoyed because of it looked so cute too, hehe..

♡ but even though you like to mess with leona, you genuinely love him and you want him to remember that. you tell him that even though his tsum is so cute, soft and just simply adorable, you still prefer the real version. the real version is your boyfriend, meanwhile tsum leona feels like your child!.. leona is glad to hear that he won this "battle", but he's not sure how to feel about that last part.

epel felmier.

♡ listen, y/n. he also likes his tsum, he thinks it's really cute and it feels like a little brother to him. BUT CAN YOU PLEASE STOP PLAYING WITH IT JUST FOR ONE SECOND?? epel liked watching you play with his tsum, it was a lot of fun, but then you started giving it so much affection, like kissing its forehead, hugging it, cuddling with it.. meanwhile real epel just stands there, like "that should be me :(" okay, so his tsum wants to fight for your attention, huh? epel won't go down so easily!

♡ epel tries to impress you and make you notice him, like he keeps doing all this cool stuff and saying "haha, i bet my tsum can't do this thing >:D".. but his tsum actually can do this thing. and then you go "wow, tsum epel, you're so cool!!" because it's not every day that you see a plushie being able to do all these impressive things. okay, maybe epel needs a different approach.

♡ epel is actually more honest about his feelings than leona or azul who are like "well i can't say that i'm jealous because of this plushie :(" and he eventually tells you that he's been feeling like you're spending way too much time with his tsum. yes, epel also likes to play with it, it's very fun, but now they're basically rivals and they're fighting for your love. so yeah, he just.. he's been feeling a bit lonely without you, you know?

♡ you apologize to him and you tell him that even though you absolutely love his tsum, you love epel more.. just a bit more. okay, okay, you're joking, you love your boyfriend A LOT. but you still want to tease him, so you say that it's not your fault his tsum is so cute. and then his tsum goes >:( and you say "sorry, i meant to say you're so cool!!" even though epel is still a bit salty, he can't help but laugh. his tsum really is a lot like him, it's no wonder they've been fighting for your attention like this.

azul ashengrotto.

♡ watching you play with his tsum was cute at first, he's glad that you're having fun! but um.. aren't you spending way too much time with it, y/n? like, he tried to talk to you about something yesterday, but you were too busy playing with his tsum and assuring it that it looks cute both with his tiny hat and without it. and then you haven't even looked at the real version of your boyfriend, you just walked away with his tsum! that.. doesn't feel right.

♡ azul tries to calm himself down and think about it logically. you've never seen the tsum version of him before, it feels new to you, you want to play with it more and spend as much time with it as you can. he understands that, considering that the tsums will go away eventually, so you want to have more fun with it until it leaves. it all makes sense! you just think tsum azul is cute, there's nothing bad about it! but.. is real azul too boring for you then? ;;

♡ azul still tries to make you pay attention to him, but every time he tries to talk to you, THIS LITTLE THING IS STILL WITH YOU. look at it, sitting on your shoulder like it hasn't done anything wrong. and now you're hugging it. great. azul needs to come up with a plan, he has to talk to you about this situation when his tsum won't be with you. and if it isn't around, it won't be a distraction! but here's a problem: tsum azul never leaves your side. azul wonders why..

♡ when azul finally confesses that he's been feeling a little weird since you started spending so much time with his tsum, you just.. laugh. you immediately assure azul that you're laughing not because he's so "pathetic" for feeling this way, but because it sounds so cute. your boyfriend really was afraid that you're gonna like his plushie version more? you say that you're sorry for not giving him enough attention lately, his tsum just loves you so much, it never leaves you alone! there was a time when you went to talk to someone and had to leave azul's tsum, so the poor plushie got really sad, it probably thought that you don't like it anymore. hehe, azul's tsum really is a representation of his hidden feelings in a way, isn't it?

floyd leech.

♡ oh, you want to play with his tsum? sure, here you go! haha, you two look so cute together~.. y/n, it's been like an hour. y/n, it's been three hours and you're still playing with his tsum. Y/N, YOU SPENT A WHOLE DAY WITH HIS TSUM AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN LOOKED AT YOUR REAL BOYFRIEND. WHY. floyd wanted to be friends with his tsum, he really did, but now.. oh, you thought i was gonna say they're gonna be rivals? nah, floyd isn't gonna fight for your love and all that stuff, he won't need that to defeat his tsum.

♡ everyone notices just how irritated floyd becomes when he sees you having fun with his tsum, so it's surprising for others that you keep spending time with tsum floyd despite the way your boyfriend's been glaring at it. you're either not scared of anything or you're just really dumb.. or you just want to annoy floyd. you two really are a mystery, it's no wonder you started dating each other.

♡ oh, other boys think it's dumb that they're feeling like their s/o is gonna leave them for a plushie? FLOYD ISN'T ASHAMED OF FEELING LIKE THAT AT ALL. he really feels like his tsum, HIS BEST FRIEND, HIS BUDDY, THE TSUM THAT HE TRUSTED, is gonna steal his s/o. it's not surprising, considering how cute and squishable it is. of course you would love it.. but oh well, again, floyd has to defeat his rival. he did wonder what tsum's insides would look like..

♡ OKAY, YOU HAVE TO INTERFERE NOW. you try to calm floyd down and you say that you understand how he feels, you really haven't been giving him enough attention. you say that you just got very excited because tsum floyd is so cute, so you kinda forgot about your real boyfriend.. you know how dumb this sounds and you're sorry. hey, maybe you three should play something together, so that both floyds get to have fun and spend time with you! floyd thinks a bit about it and agrees, because even though he's still watching tsum floyd and this little guy isn't gonna be forgiven so easily, he just really wants you to be happy. also, floyd knows that if there was a tsum version of you, he also wouldn't be able to stop playing with it. hmm, now he wonders how your tsum version would look like.. nah, it still wouldn't be as cute as you.

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luizd3ad · 1 month

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Lie To Me | Regulus Black

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Regulus Black x EX! GN!Reader, GN!Reader x GN!OC WC: 888 CW: Angst, talks of breakup, not being able to move on, use of Y/N, Cursing, OC is mentioned like once Author's Note: I didn’t think anyone would want a part two to Amnesia so I couldn’t decide if I should do a happy or sad ending so I did both, this is the sad ending Summary: Evan and Barty ask you to visit your ex Regulus since he's been having a hard time moving on. Pt 1 Amnesia

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Why did you agree to do this? Why did you let Barty and Evan convince you this was a good idea?

A part of you was irritated that Alex thought this was a good idea as well. Alex was your partner, why did they say they were comfortable letting you do this?

Honestly a part of you was hoping they wouldn't be okay with it so you could use it as an excuse to not do this. But here you are.

While you knock on the door you hope that Evan and Barty were wrong and that maybe he moved or maybe he wasn't home.

But luck was not on your side today apparently.

There he was, Regulus Black. The man who was supposed to be your forever.

You could see now why Barty and Evan sent you. You could tell he hadn't slept in days, that he wasn't eating right and there was no hint of the last time he had seen the sun.

“Hi, Reg.”

You say softly. He looks stuck for a second.

“Can I come in?”

That seemed to bring him back.

“Um, Yeah. Yes.”

As you walked in you looked around and noticed nothing looked different. Everything that you left looked the same. It was kinda heartbreaking.

You sit down on the sofa while Regulus sits on one of the armchairs.

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“I’ve been good, Regulus. Really good actually.”

He just nods, not looking at you and then whisping.

“You look happy.”

“I am. How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

You sigh and look at him taking in everything. It didn't take a genius to see he wasn't fine.

You couldn't help but be irritated. You came here as a favor to Barty and Evan because they are so worried about him. You didn't know what they expected you to do. You couldn't get him to talk the last few months of your relationship. Why would this be any different?

“I know you're not fine. I can see it, Regulus. I'm just here to try and help. To give you some closure, help you move on. I can't do that if you won't let me in, even just a little.”

He just sat there, he didn't move or say anything’ You clenched your jaw. You didn't want to be mad but you couldn't help it.

You were supposed to spend your life with him but all that went down the drain when he started doing what he's doing right now. He threw away the future you both planned together because he decided to shut you out.

A part of you felt bad because you weren't as patient as you used to be with him. Maybe it was the love that made you patient because right now you felt anything but.

You stand up shaking your head.

“This was a waist of fucking time. I should have known better.”

You started walking towards the door.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything real, Regulus. Open up like you used to.”

You turned around to face him and he stood up, sighing.

“I wish we never fucking met because I can't get you out of my head. I want to forget you, but forgetting you hurts more than remembering you. Everywhere I go I’m reminded of you and it fucking kills me but that pain is the only way I know you were ever really mine. When I close my eyes you haunt my fucking dreams, it always start the same, everything will be just like before then you just leave, over and over again. So no, I’m not fine, I'm not fucking happy.”

He had tears streaming down his face. His voice was getting slightly louder with every word, and you could see the heartbreak on his face.

It hurt a part of you.

“Regulus, you can't keep living like this. You can't keep living here, especially with pictures of us up on the walls, with my books here, with the things that we shared. It's holding you back.”

You say softly looking around at all the things that he kept as reminders of you.

“You need to move on, Regulus.”

“I can't. You're all I have.”

Regulus whispered, his voice cracking. You close your eyes and take a deep breath feeling all the hurt and pain that you worked so hard to get rid of coming back up.

“Regulus, I'm not yours anymore.”

You didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper but it did. You didn't know when you started to cry but you could feel the tears running down your face.

“Don't say that. I know that you don't but if I ask you if you love me, can you just please lie to me? Please?”

You could hear him gasping for a breath in between words. You close your eyes, sighing and then you look him in the eyes.

“I can't do that. I'm with someone, and I'm genuinely happy. You deserve to be happy too.”

“So that's just it? There’s no hope? I lost you?”

He looked so broken, so sad. You wished that you could just hold him and put him back together but that wouldn't be fair to either of you and you knew that.

“Yeah, Reg. There’s no hope.”

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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Hotch loosing the reader because he's too stubborn and when she goes he breaks down? Sorry this is my time asking i hope it made sense 😅😅

it made perfect sense! i did slightly adjust it though. pretend for the sake of the plot him and his brother don't get along :)

also rushed cause its more of a drabble than a fic and its very mild angst. i hope you enjoy 🤍

too many nights

"you don't trust me like i trust you" you both walked in to his home, after what was supposed to be a nice day out. it was just the two of you, jack was at his aunts for the weekend. and you thought you would be able to finally have some relaxing time and get together with him, just to finally be able to be a real couple.

you forget, however, that sometimes not everything plans out the way you wished.

"can you blame me?? everytime i let you out of my sight you run to sean! who knows what bullshit he's been filling your head with!" aaron takes his jacket off, throwing it to the side of the couch. it was like his blood was boiling in the inside just at the mere thought of him being with you, making him laugh like he does. touching you with the hands that have caressed every woman in san antonio. he could've physically throw hands at his brother, that was how much he was absolutely consumed by his rage.

more specifically though, it was his insecurities that clouded his mind, unable to allow him to see a clear judgement. and you were so tired of it, every week there seemed to be a new trouble arising.

deep down, he didn't fully allow you in his heart and it stung everytime he would believe the other person over you. it stung that while he occupied your soul, you were merely a thought floating in his head when he remembered.

"you would know if you would just ask! god, it's like you've already formed a narrative of who i am. and everytime i do something that challenges that narrative, you chalk it up to a lapse in judgement-" he interrupts you, a sneer on his lips. you've never seen him so angry at you before.

"please y/n 'challenging the narrative' is just a fancy way of saying you act like a complete dumbass" his tone is cold, his words hitting you like bullets. you remain silent for a second, stunned at what he uttered to you. this was the same man you adored with every part of your heart, the same man who swore to you he'd never let your heart see another bad day, the same man who said he would ease your troubles and worries.

and now he was doing the very opposite of what he promised

"so that's what you think of me" your voice is notably shaky, quieter this time. his face splits into pain for a slight second before he fixed into a stoic mask. like the ones he uses on other people, not on you his supposed lover. though standing here, opposite him it seems that maybe you've overestimated how much you meant to him.

"you know, i've made mistakes but at least i've owned up to them. yeah i fucked up by not explaining to you that i have never once, ever sought sean out-" he shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you.

"i'm not the bad guy here" he curls his hand into fists, his glare immovable as he stares you down. his tone was warning, not wanting to delve into the matter tonight. but if not now, when? when would be the final straw?

"neither am i!" you try to calm your racing heart but the longer you both keep at this, you feel yourself beginning to break under his words.

"you keep telling yourself that. then the day you find out who the real enemy, it'll hurt that much more" he snarls, turning his back to you. he goes to his alcohol until he hears a scoff fall from your lips, feeling the familiar sting of tears watering in your eyes. was this how every fight between the two of you was going to be fixed everytime? him not listening to a word you say, instead going off on a rampage?

"do you know what my biggest fuck up has been? opening up to you. because everytime i do, i get this.... horrible version of you," you wipe away your tears with the back of your hand, leaning against the work surfaces. he's stopped in his tracks, his heart plummeting all the way to the floor. slowly he turns to face you but you're looking at your feet, recalling all the times you both shared together. every sweet moment melted your heart but was that enough? he could say horrible things, things he rarely meant and then apologise as if they held no weight. and it was a pattern you noticed and tried not to take to heart but it make hearing it any better.

the walls that you and hotch had so painstakingly chipped away were beginning to form again. no matter how many times you removed them, if he remained cold then they would inevitably form again.

perhaps that was what he wanted, always to keep you as an option. never allowing you too close, just something he could appreciate from afar.

you had always thought of aaron as a calm and collected person but until he had fully trusted you, these problems were only going to repeat themselves again and again. how much longer could you stand your own heart breaking before it was fully gone? realisation dawns upon your features, part of you realises that perhaps you never knew him as well as you thought you did. if this was the true aaron hotchner, you were left alone. this wasn't the man you desired.

and though it pained so very heavily, it was better than to hold onto something that wasn't there.

"i won't make that mistake again" his face has paled significantly, blinking as if to catch up with your words. you pick up your jacket, hugging it close to your body. taking one last look at him, you feel your eyes water. all the words he says is a cold reminder of how he feels, everytime he found a way to make you feel so indescribably sad. he reaches out but before he could touch you, you make your way to his door and leave.

there wasn't any mile long enough that could be placed between the two of you

"wait y/n.." he feels breathless, trying to hold you but you're gone. the smell of your perfume slaps him out of his trance and it all but breaks him into small pieces.

he falls to the floor, hands on his knees to try and collect his bearings. but the visions come and go, all he can hear and see is your beautiful face breaking in pain. pain that he caused you, pain he swore you'd never feel.

his heart was racing, unlike him because he usually had a good control over his emotions. but you turned his world upside down, made him realise that life was so much more than he could've ever known. and that was what scared him, his heart that was so used to being guarded was being broken down.

it was your laugh that punctured holes in his resolve, it was your smile that dissolved his perfectly created barriers, the small sounds you made when you were sleeping melted

his heart wasn't used to love, especially not after haley. he didn't know how to be in love, how to act. it was all a foreign concept and while he was still learning the foundation, he feared that now it was too late to repair any damage.

he knew the hurt he had caused you, all of it and yet he stayed glued to the floor. unable to move. the familiar feeling of dread settled deep within his bones, he couldn't control this situation. and that was what scared him the most.

he didn't even realise he was crying until they dripped to the floor, soaking his trousers. he absolutely despised how he treated you, how he let those tears fall and those words be said in a fit of rage.

maybe he just wasn't a good person. a good person wouldn't do this to someone they loved. he always helped people but he couldn't apply any of that to his personal life. he couldn't help you, he couldn't help himself. he couldn't treat you like you deserved to be treated. he couldn't for once, be happy for you instead of letting his emotions and insecurities come in the way.

with every poisoning thought, he felt himself slip further and further away from reality. he deserved it, the pain, the numbness, the anguish.

he deserved it all

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader angst #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fic

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minkkumaz · 1 year

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I'M TRYING TO GET OVER THIS

months passed by since riwoo walked out with no explanation. as he laid in your memories, you finally were starting to be happy again. but he made things a lot more difficult when he showed up unannounced.

PAIRING lee riwoo x fem!reader WC 1.3k TAGS angst. minor cussing. major miscommunication. OMI NOTE this makes me wanna die goodnight, i cried four times writing this. inspired by memories, conan gray.

there was a part of you that died that day. the day riwoo walked out with no explanation. maybe you’d feel a little more sane if he told you everything, but he didn’t. the closure you longed for disappeared as he became unreachable. but you loved him. you loved him more than words could explain. the feeling of homesickness bubbled up in your stomach at the unlivelyness of your house.

countertops that were once littered with empty diet coke cans and receipts from your dates remained clear. waking up next to the ghost of a figure that was once there. all of it was gone, your life, your meaning.

it didn’t exactly register in your brain how distant he has been until he was gone from you. how his phone would be more out of reach, how his hands didn’t rub circles into yours late into the night. there were many things you picked out once you became aware. and you still didn’t know why. communication was never something the two of you were good at. simple apologies became much more meaningful. riwoo was introverted at heart, his calm demeanor almost could be compared to being emotionless. you never saw that in him, he let his guard down around you. so when days, weeks, even months went by without a word, you thought that maybe you were getting a taste of what it was like to be a stranger to him. you wanted to keep him in your memories, and look back at the photos of the two of you together. happy that the moment existed, and not that it ended. somewhere in between the lines, when you were able to smile instead of cry, he had to come back into your life again. rain pattered against the glass windows of your home. it was late, and you were as tired as the clouds. wanting to let go of everything and just sleep. comfort in yourself was something you became used to over time. when your doorbell rang, you felt confused. the darkness of the night meant no visitors for awhile, so you hesitantly let the creaky floorboards signal you coming to let whatever was outside in. you wish you didn’t open that door. completely soaked, riwoo stood at your porch. his clothes stuck to his skin and his hair made him look like a wet dog. the depth of his eyes, something you found yourself zoning out in, stared at you with regret. “hi, y/n. can we talk?” he muttered, blinking back the rain water.

“um, yeah yeah. come in riwoo.” you open the door wider to signal him inside, immediately drenching wherever he stepped.

you rushed to get him his spare clothes that you boxed up some time ago, as well as a towel. it didn’t take long for him to situate himself, so once you were properly met face to face with him, your vision went hazy. the feeling of hurt and betrayal immediately became familiar. it was always there, you just tried your best to ignore it. “what are you doing here, riwoo?” you ask him plainly, in an attempt to hide behind your discomfort. “i shouldn’t have walked out on you that day, but i need to explain to you why it happened.” he confessed. “i don’t need closure anymore, it’s been months riwoo.” your face begins to burn and you’re unable to maintain eye contact.

“but i need closure. what i did was so fucking stupid and i don’t think i’d be able to bear it if you didn’t even know why.” silence overtook you. the whole situation still didn’t sit right with you, so words became unattainable. “a lot of me was overwhelmed by all of this. by us.” he started, “when we first started dating, i didn’t have any real responsibilities. but then so much stuff happened since then and i thought i needed a break.” “then why didn’t you say anything to me?” “you know i was never good at communication, y/n. you can’t blame me for taking some time away.” he furrowed his eyebrows at your response. “three months riwoo. three months you left me without saying anything and you expect me not to be upset? to not blame you for all this shit that has happened?” you cry out, barely acknowledging the tears that began falling down your cheeks. “i know i–” “please don’t make it harder than it already is, i’m trying to get over this.” you cut him off, biting your bottom lip to hold back any further sobs.

“i don’t want you to get over me, y/n. is that selfish?” he says in almost a whisper. “you already know what i’m going to say to that.”

“then don’t say anything, please. this time apart has only made me miss you more. it made me realize how much i need you in my life.” his hand grabs yours, the gentle touch you used to love felt invalidating on your skin. “why won’t you let me go? why do you have to show up when i was finally starting to be happy again?” you sniffle, letting his free hand wipe away your tears. “because we still have so much ahead of us if you let me back in, if not as a lover, as friend.” “there’s no reason in convincing me that we could ever exist again, riwoo. not even as a friend. we both know we’ll prevent eachother from falling in love with anyone but one another.”

“and why can’t we just let that happen?”

“because i want to move on. i think it’s better for the both of us.” you affirmed, removing his hands off of you. “i think you need to leave now, riwoo.” a breath escaped your mouth that you didn’t know you were holding in as you walked away from him. there wasn’t any movement behind you for a moment. you almost wanted to turn back and tell him not to move. but you couldn’t. riwoo stood up from your couch and walked to the door, in which now had a box of some of his leftover things. but before he picked it up, he turned around to face you for the last time. the sadness on both of your faces probably should’ve told you guys that maybe you should try again. “i’m sorry things ended up this way, my love.” he held his head low, before you wrapped yourself around his torso. “don’t call me that, this is hard enough.” your words come out muffled into his chest. “can we stay like this for a little, then? for the last time.” he asked quietly, as you hum in return. he returned your hug, a sob threatening to escape from his throat at the thought of having to eventually let you go. you tilted your head up too see him. he looked weary, eye bags hardly peeking underneath his waterline. yet they were visible enough to make you frown. this was all his fault, but you felt bad. and though part of your heart died that day, it still beat for him.

“will you let me kiss you, y/n?” he looks down at you, helpless.

you barely nod before warmth spreads across your lips. it was intimate, his own chasing after yours. something that used to be rewarded to you after a long day. something that used to comfort you when life wasn’t going good. something that gave you butterflies. something that you would never feel ever again.

it ended as soon as it began, and he finally pulled away from you to grab the abandoned box in the floor. when he started to leave everything became blurry. “i’ll always love you, y/n.” with that, he became a distant memory.

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amaretigris · 2 months

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Knock-down, Drag-out

Taglist: @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @freyagallileaevans @daydreamerwithnohobbies @justagirlthatlovedtoread

A/n: Whoops, did I say slow burn? Couldn't stop my fingers from typing the dirty smut 😵😵🤤

WARNING: EXPLICIT

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Ch. 5 | 1.3k words | Angst & smut

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A moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"You think that'd be the wrong idea?"

Jonah asked incredulously.

"I-I honestly don't know. What I do know is that I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. I realized that maybe the night you hugged me you only did because you knew that I needed it."

Jonah let out a dry laugh, and shook his head.

"(Y/N), that hug was for me. I needed to know that you were okay. You were crying, yes, but I also hugged you because I was relieved that you weren't hurt."

Your face was twisted in confusion. Jonah leaned in, moving his face within a few inches of yours.

"I try to keep up this mask, (Y/N). I have for years. But you're cracking it."

Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I can't start something with you and not be able to give it my all. Right now, I'm running on fumes. My emotional capacity is maxed out with everything with my mom. I can't-"

Before you chickened out, you lunged forward, pressing your lips to Jonah's.

You waited for him to jump back, or to push you off. Jonah did no such thing; he kissed you back. Definitely surprised at first, but quickly setting a pace. You had never kissed anyone as passionately. It was like your mouths molded together perfectly. A few minutes passed like this, until you had to come up for air.

Licking your lips and looking at Jonah nervously, you were happy to actually see him smile. It seemed like those were rare. You spoke before he opened his mouth.

"I understand if you can't invest in anything right now. I just can't keep pretending that there's nothing between us. I think I'll go insane," you laughed.

Jonah nodded.

"Alright, fair enough," he laughed.

"Will you be okay with still only seeing each other on the weekends though? That's all I have the bandwidth for currently," Jonah studied your face.

You nodded.

"Yeah, me too actually. Work has taken over my life lately," you sighed.

"Okay. Well, I should let you get home. Good night, (Y/N)," Jonah nodded, clapping his hands awkwardly on the window sill of your car.

Jonah started to pull back.

"Ahh, fuck it," he whispered, pushing his lips to yours again.

This kiss only lasted a minute before Jonah reluctantly pulled away. He smirked.

"Mm, I'll be thinking about that all week," he flashed his dimples.

You blushed and bit your lip.

"Good night for real," Jonah pulled back.

"I'll see you next Saturday," he winked.

Jonah walked to his car, and you rolled your window up. Your heart was racing. You steadied your breath as you shifted your car into drive. On the way home, you squealed in excitement.

It wasn't much. Jonah told you that he couldn't commit to anything right now. But damn did it feel good to know that you weren't insane, and that he actually felt something for you, too. It made you giddy. Wishing for sleep much sooner than it came, you dreamt of kissing Jonah all night.

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The next three Saturday nights were much of the same, but built in intensity each time. Jonah would walk you to your car for a quick, steamy makeout session. You were always left wanting more. You knew that you were ready to take the next step, but you needed to be patient. Surely Jonah has women throwing themselves at him constantly. He can't exactly be easy to get in bed.

On this particular Saturday night, while you were in your car, pushed up against your driver side window with Jonah kissing down your neck, Jonah surprised you.

"I know that you deserve better than getting fucked in a car, but would you be open to try it?"

You picked your head up, nodding almost frantically.

Jonah ducked his head to your chest, laughing.

"Damn," he groaned.

"I don't know if I should defile you like that."

You put your hands on his cheeks and lifted his head.

"We don't have to tonight if you don't want to. You can think about it. You should know, however, that I'm not wearing any underwear," you teased, ghosting your lips over his at your last sentence.

Something shifted in Jonah's eyes. They looked darker now, even in the poor lighting of your car.

"Can I feel?"

Jonah's question made you giggle.

"Yes," you grabbed his hand and put it at your waistband, "you can feel."

You unbuttoned and unzipped your uniform pants. You saw Jonah's throat bob with a swallow, and then he looked down. He could only see a sliver of ivory skin peeking out from your open pants. Letting his hand drag down your lower stomach, Jonah's eyes met yours again when he dipped his fingers below the fabric. Settling on your entrance, Jonah took another breath, and dipped a finger into your folds.

You groaned and threw your head back. Jonah's fingers adeptly worked to set a rhythm. While you were moaning and whimpering, Jonah was watching your face. His fingers brushed against your sweet spot, and your back arched.

"Oh, there it is," Jonah's voice sounded like honey.

Jonah focused his efforts here, making your volume increase. Keeping his fingers in place, Jonah leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Keep it down, baby girl. We don't want everyone here to know that you're getting finger fucked."

That sentence alone made you clench around Jonah's fingers. He felt it, and gasped.

"Climb into the back seat. Please."

Jonah withdrew his delicious fingers and you opened your eyes, your vision clouded with lust. You awkwardly squirmed to get yourself into the backseat, pulling your pants down, and kicking them off while Jonah was on his way. Jonah only noticed when he was climbing on top of you.

"Fuck, (Y/N). You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned.

Pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, you saw his member spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

"I'm going to take you, (Y/N). I'm going to take that greedy little cunt of yours. I promise to fuck you the right way, in my bed, someday. But for now, I just need to feel you," Jonah shoved a hand through his hair.

He pulled his hoodie and shirt over his head before helping you to unbutton your shirt. Seeing that your bra's clasp was in the front, Jonah urgently unclipped it. He palmed your breast with one hand as the other lined his dick up at your sopping entrance. Jonah looked at you, and you nodded. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Pushing himself into your folds, Jonah groaned.

"Ah, shit. You feel even better than I imagined, (Y/N)."

You settled your hands on Jonah's hips, and lifted your head to see where the two of you were connected. The sight increased your arousal exponentially.

Jonah stroked in and out of your sex, pushing deeper each time. You moaned, urging Jonah on.

"Fuck me harder, Jonah. Please."

"God, you're so good. It feels like you were made for me."

Jonah's face contorted in pleasure was hands down one of the most beautiful and erotic things you'd ever seen. You tried to commit it to memory. Feeling your walls flutter around him, Jonah couldn't help himself. Leaning down to invade your mouth with his tongue, his thrusts only got deeper. Moaning into the kiss, you grabbed onto Jonah's shoulders. Your peak was quickly approaching, and you knew it was a big one.

"Jonah, I'm- I'm"

Was all you managed to mutter against his mouth before your climax hit you hard and fast. An explosion of pleasure rolled through your body. Jonah swallowed your moans, and that was enough to send him spiraling off his own edge. You felt his hips stutter, and his release quickly filled you. Lying in the tight but content space, you wrapped your arms around Jonah's back. You wanted to keep him in this warm cocoon forever.

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 2 years

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At Dawn They Sleep- E.M.

Does this follow the exact canon of ST? No. Is that okay? Yeah, I think so!

Eddie's alive, back from the Upside Down. But... Something's off.

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, mentions of blood, angst, mentions of vomit, mention of violence, mentions of death

Pairing- Kas!Eddie x Reader (I was told Kas! means vampire, I'm sorry if it's wrong!)

Word Count- 2,570

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

Eddie’s alive. He doesn’t know how, but when he wakes up, a cold sweat covering his whole body, gasping breaths, all he cares about is that he’s not dead. He’s not dead. He stands, his body aching, and looks down at himself, examining his wounds. His shirt is ripped and covered in blood, but when he pulls the collar out to look down at his torso, there are no marks. Just faded scars of what once was there.

How fucking long have I been here? He thinks to himself. He looks around at the Upside Down, red lightning cracking over a black horizon. There are no bats or Demogorgons, just the flakes of toxic snow raining over a dilapidated and vine-covered Hawkins. He turns and runs into his trailer, looking up at the red fleshy crevice in the ceiling. There’s the real world, only a few feet away. He grabs a chair and pulls himself up and out, falling on the real floor with a loud thud, knocking all of the wind out of him. He gets up, a wide smile cracking over his chapped lips as he jumps in joy.

“FUCKING 86’ BABY!” He yells. He laughs as he crashes onto the couch, feeling the soft, worn fabric of it. He’s alive, he’s here! God, I’m fucking thirsty. He rolls his legs off the couch and stumbles to the kitchen, pulling a mug off of the wall and filling it with water, gulping as it trickles out of the side of his mouth, then filling it again and drinking until he’s had his fill. He opens the fridge, and pulls out a package of bologna, opening it and examining and sniffing to check it’s still good. When he determines it’s fine, he takes a few slices out and shoves them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He goes through about half the pack before his stomach turns, and suddenly he’s running to the bathroom, hunched over the toilet retching everything into it. He goes to brush his teeth when he’s done, closing the lid as he flicks the toilet plunger.

He looks up at the mirror as he begins brushing his teeth, but the sight makes him stop. He… looks like himself, mostly. But his eyes… he’s never seen anything like it. He spits and drops the toothbrush in the sink, leaning over the counter to get a better look. His once brown irises are now ringed with a deep red, little veins branching out over his eyes like a spiderweb. “What the fuck…” He mutters. He pulls away to think. Maybe it’s some sort of weird Vecna thing, or maybe the Demobats poisoned him. Either way, he’s afraid. And he knows you and the others are the only ones that might be able to help.

He runs to his room, looking around for the radio Dustin gave him to keep in touch while he was in hiding. He shakes out his bedsheets, then sifts through the clothes on his floor until he finds it. He turns it on, brings up the antenna, and presses the button to speak. “Dustin, it’s Eddie, do you copy?” He lets go and waits. Radio silence. “Dustin, it’s Eddie! Do you copy?” He waits a few more seconds, then, just as he’s about to press the button again, he hears a voice.

“Eddie?! Eddie, baby is that really you?” Your voice rings out from the receiver. Eddie’s body floods in relief at the sound. He never thought he’d get to hear your sweet voice again.

“Y/N! I’m here, I’m alive! Listen, I need to know where you are. I need to talk to you guys, I—there’s something weird going on.” He releases the button and waits for your answer.

“We’re at the shelter… Eddie, the town… Just wait there. We’ll be there soon.” Your voice is trembling as you speak, and he wishes he could be there to wipe your tears away. Soon, though. He’ll see you soon.

“Okay. I’m at home.” He says. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Eddie. We’ll be there in 15 minutes.” With that, he lets out a deep breath and sets the radio down. He decides in the mean time, he’ll take a quick shower and change. As he scrubs the dried blood from his body and hair, he looks closer at the scars littering his arms and torso. They don’t even look fresh. It’s like they’ve been there for years. But from the sound of your voice, it doesn’t seem like he’s been gone long. A day? Two? Three? There should be scabs or blisters or something, right?

He steps out of the shower and dries off, putting on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt before going to peek out the window to see if you’re here yet. As he does, he yelps in pain as the light comes into contact with his eyes. He jumps back, rubbing with the backs of his hands. It’s like someone just stabbed him with white hot irons right through his skull. Eddie bites his lip and paces the room as he waits the last few minutes before you burst through the door, he runs to embrace you, lips locking instantly with yours in a passionate kiss. You smell so good… Did you always smell this good?

As the others trickle in, his hand gets caught in the stream of sunlight coming through the door, and he pulls away sharply, his thoughts halted as he hisses in pain, his skin breaking out in blisters. “Oh, my god! Eddie, what’s going on?” You cry as you rush toward him, taking his hand in both of yours. You watch as the blisters slowly start bleeding back into his skin, smoothing out in a matter of seconds.

“I- I don’t know. I woke up in the Upside Down and I came back here and… my eyes, babe, look at my eyes.” You glance up, and gasp as you see them, your hands going to hold his face.

“Oh my god.” You mutter. Eddie glances over your shoulder to the others, and you hear varying degrees of horror behind you.

“Holy shit!” Dustin exclaims, coming forward to stand next to you. “Can you see?”

“Yeah, doofus, I can see,” Eddie says, one of his hands coming to hold yours, pulling it away gently. “How long was I gone?” He looks back at you, and your brow furrows.

“Just a couple of days, why?” Eddie’s mouth presses into a thin line.

“Because of this.” He lifts his shirt to show his torso. Dustin’s eyes go wide.

“Where are all of the bat bites?” He asks. Eddie points to the faded scars.

“They’re there, they’re just… faded. Like it happened years ago.” You and Dustin look to each other, then back to Eddie.

“Well, you’re here. That’s all that matters, right?” You say reassuringly. Whatever this is, you can tell it stinks of supernatural bullshit, but right now, you can’t care about anything but being here with Eddie.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll figure it out.” Eddie says, his voice trying to mask the worry. Your hands go to his face again, looking into his eyes. They may not be the dark chocolate color you fell for, but they’re still Eddie’s.

“So we’re just going to ignore the fact that Eddie’s like, back from the dead, basically? Didn’t he die in your arms, Dustin?” Robin pipes up, and you all look at her.

“I mean, I thought he did! But I didn’t really have time to check for a pulse when the world was splitting open!” Dustin exclaims!

“Wait, the world split open?” You look back to Eddie. “We didn’t win?” Everyone goes quiet. The air fills with a thick sense of dread.

“Not exactly.” You look down, thinking of everyone you lost.

“What do you mean, not exactly?” You and the gang sit Eddie down and fill him in on everything. El stopping Vecna, but not before almost killing Max, Max being in a coma, the portals that tore across the whole city, the shelters, the news coverage… Eddie takes it all in with wide eyes, his mouth turned into a frown as he listens.

“But Max is alive though, right? You said she’s just in a coma!” There’s a heavy sigh across the room as everyone mourns for her.

“The doctors haven’t seen any brain activity yet. They don’t know if she’ll wake up,” Lucas says softly. You reach out a hand to him as he sits across from you, giving him a squeeze.

“We think that because Vecna was in her head, all he needed was to kill her brain for his plan to succeed.”

“So… What now?”

“Will doesn’t think he’s dead. He said he still feels linked to him.” Mike says. “So we need to figure out where he is, and then we find him, and fight from the sides while El takes him head on.”

“And what about me? Do you think that I’m connected to him now? I mean, look at me.” Eddie gestures to himself. Your lips press together, and you look to the crew, wanting to know what they think. They’ve been in this rodeo a lot longer than you have.

“I don’t know. When Will came back from the Upside Down, the only thing that really happened to him physically was he vomited up those Demodog-slug-baby things,” Mike says. Your brows furrow, thinking of how disgusting that sounds.

“Yeah, and when Billy got possessed by the Mind Flayer, he only looked different when the Mind Flayer was active, not when it was hibernating,” Lucas adds.

“So you’re saying you have no idea,” Eddie clarifies.

“Yeah, pretty much. But if we look at the symptoms,” Dustin begins, “Red eyes, accelerated healing, sensitivity to light—”

“You’re a vampire.” Robin cuts in. “It would make sense. You were killed, or almost killed, by bats! And those eyes… Straight out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, dude.” Eddie ponders this, his eyes narrowing.

“That’s insane! Those weren’t vampire bats in there, they were Demobats!” You try to reject the theory, but Dustin shrugs.

“Well, we don’t know what those things can do.”

“They attacked me, remember?” Steve waves his hands. “I’m not any different!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t…” Dustin flicks over at Eddie, “Die.” Eddie stands up, feeling anxious at the thought. He’s alive! How could he be here if he had died in the Upside Down?

“I’m not a vampire! I’m not dead, I didn’t die, okay?!” Eddie paces in a circle as he tries to calm himself down.

“Well, there’s only one way to test the theory,” Robin says.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?!” Eddie exclaims.

“One of us is gonna need to bleed. If you’re a vampire, you’ll go crazy for it, or something.” You all look at Robin like she’s crazy, but you realize she’s probably right. You bite your lip, hoping she’s wrong.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” You get up, walking toward the kitchen. As you pass Eddie, he grabs your hand.

“Like Hell you are!”

“Eddie, she’s right! If you’re a vampire, my blood will be the best clue to identify it! It won’t be much, okay? Just a prick to the finger,” You promise. Eddie gives you a look begging you not to do this. “Just a little prick. I’ll be fine, baby, I’ve been through much worse.” Eddie lets out a long sigh, but lets your hand go, tapping his foot hard on the floor.

“Harrington, come hold me back,” Eddie says, and Steve nods as he gets up, coming to put Eddie in a strong hold as you come back with a knife. You let out a long breath as you push it into the tip of one of your fingers, wincing as it breaks the skin. You squeeze the wound until a little pool of blood has formed on the tip of your finger, and you hesitantly hold it out to Eddie.

Eddie looks at the blood, and his whole body reacts unwillingly. The smell makes his stomach turn in hunger and he feels something cut into his mouth, his body attempting to lurch forward to taste it as he growls. You pull away suddenly.

“Eddie?” You ask gently, your eyes trying to meet his gaze. Eddie’s struggling, panting as he tries to tune out the smell of your blood, battling between this new carnal urge and his knowing mind. His head snaps up, newly grown fangs bared as he growls.

“Get the fuck away from me!” You jump and move back more, quickly covering your finger with a paper towel. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike come to hold Eddie with Steve as Eddie struggles against him.

You breathe heavily as fear cracks across your chest, your eyes welling with tears. “Eddie, baby, just breathe! We’ll figure this out but right now, I just need you to try to calm down.” You cry, frantically trying to figure out what to do. Robin crosses the room, pushing past the guys to the window and she opens the blinds for a moment, sunlight streaming into the trailer. Eddie screams, his face breaking out in blisters as the light envelops him, and as he starts to smoke, Robin shuts the blinds again, Eddie falling slack in Steve’s arms. You’re all panting as Steve and the kids lay Eddie on the floor, and you all look to each other.

“Well, I guess we need to get him some blood before he kills us,” Robin breathes.

“We can’t give him human blood!” Dustin exclaims.

“We could ask Nancy if she’s up for some hunting. Animal blood usually works as a substitute in the movies,” Steve suggests. You barely hear any of this as you watch Eddie, his skin healing before your eyes. Eddie… My sweet Eddie…

“Y/N!” Lucas calls to you. You look up, your face contorted in fear and sadness, eyes dripping tears as you hold the paper towel painfully tight around your finger to stop the bleeding.

“What? What’s going on?” You take a deep breath, trying to listen to the plan.

“We’re gonna go get some traps and find something for Eddie to… drink. One of us needs to stay here to make sure Eddie doesn’t go anywhere once the sun goes down, not until we figure out if animal blood will help.” Lucas says. You nod.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” You offer.

“No, Y/N. What if he wakes up and wants to actually get to your blood this time?” Robin rationalizes. Your brow furrows, but you nod. “I’ll stay here. I’ve seen plenty of vampire movies to know what to do… just in case.” Just in case you need to kill him… again. You swallow thickly, but nod again.

“Okay. Okay, just… try not to need… ‘just in case,’ okay?” You plead. Robin nods. Just then, Eddie stirs, beginning to come to.

“Alright, you guys go. I’ve got this,” Robin assures you, and with that, you and the others make your way to Steve’s car, hurrying to get in and drive to the nearest farm supply store. The sun is just starting to set, so you need to move quickly.

Eddie’s a vampire. Eddie’s a fucking vampire. You don’t know what’s worse, the thought of him being dead, or the thought that, maybe, he’ll want to kill you when you come back.

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luvhoneypie · 7 months

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Everybody talks

Pt.1

The teacher stood at his podium as he spoke to the students "So... as third-year students

Aldera Junior High, it's time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you

want to do with your lives. I could pass out some career aptitude tests. But... Why bother? I know you all want to go to the Hero Track."

The students cheered as he said that. "Yes, yes, you've got some very impressive Quirks but no power usage allowed in school.

"Get a hold of yourselves..." He stayed with his depressed and exhausted tone before bakugou spoke up. "Hey, teach... Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers."

His dead and emotionless tone was starting to get bland and dry, but she kept listening to the teacher and those around her. "I'm the real deal but these guys will be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister." Katsuki spoke up as Y/n snickered, she loved how katski said everything with his full ego on display, it was quite entertaining "Ha! You think you're better than us, Katski?!" One of the students said with a glare. "Let's go, I'll take you all on!" Bakugou said with fierce anger and an even more egotistical tone. The teacher spoke up once again "Huh, you've got impressive test results. Maybe you will get into U.A. High."

Some of their classmates murmured "He's gonna try for the national school?!"

"That school has a 0.2% acceptance rate!" The. The last spoke up "It's impossible to get into!"

"And that's exactly way it's the only place worthy of me. I aced all of the mock tests.

I'm the only one at this school who stands a chance of getting in. I'll end up more popular

than All Might himself!" He gloated falsely, she was sure he wasn't joking even though she deeply wished he was. Bakugou spoke up again. "And be the richest hero of all time!People all across the world will know who I am,and it all starts with U.A. High! And none of you damn extras have the fucking balls to one-up me-" He was cut off by his teacher speaking up once again Oh yeah, Midoriya and l/n. Don't you want to go to U.A. too?" The class erupted in laughter. It was getting ridiculous on how they teased Midorya relentlessly because of his quirkless status. "Midoriya? You're kidding, right? There's no way of getting into the Hero Course without a Quirk." One black haired student with long fingers stated bluntly with a hinge of amusement in their voice.

"Well, actually they got

rid of that rule. I could be the first one..." Midorya replied rather sheepishly, afraid of what responses he would get. While you on the other hand, supported your friend with your whole heart, mind, and soul! He had always been there for you, now you would always be there for him.

"Listen up, Deku... You're even worse than the rest of these damn rejects, you Quirk-less wannabe!" The angry blond shouted with nothing but pure hatred "You really think they

let someone like you in when they could have me?" Bakugou continued, but Y/n stepped in. "Shut the fuck up, Izuku has done nothing wrong short of out a pin needle in that over-fucking-inflated ego of yours! So shut the fuck up bakugou. "It's been so long since she had referred to him as bakugou, and nkr used honorifics. She must have been done with this silly boys quarrel. "No way!" Midorya interjected "You've got it all wrong. Really! I'm not trying to compete against you." He defended as he continued "You gotta believe me! It's just that... I've wanted to be a hero

since I was little. I may not have an quirk... But I can still try my hardest, can't I?"

He asked earnestly, that's all he'd ever wanted to be. Not the best... But his best. That's more than some could say..

"You'd never be able to hang with the best of the best. You'd die in the exams!" Shouted katsuki as he glared daggers at poor Midorya.

"Defenseless Izuku!" He continued "The schools already crappy, you really wanna embarrass it more by failing so hard?" The teacher stopped him before he could keep talking down on izuku "Hey, that's enough bakugou. While it's true, it's totally uncalled for" Bakugou said nothing as he rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand.

"Oh, and y/n. Please refrain from foul language." She regrettably nodded and sat back in her seat.

After class has finished, the murmurs of the remaining students could be heard

"Oh yeah, we should go to karaoke tonight." One said as they slung their bag over their shoulder. "Yeah, let's go... But man, that fight from this morning. Did you hear about it? Its all over the news." Y/n was already waiting at the door, being as she had already had her things and belongings placed and in her bag. She decided to help izuku with grabbing his things, the only thing left was his very 'Secret' book, Which only she knew the contents of it. As they both prepared to leave katsuki gruffly spoke up. "I don't know where the fuck either of you are going... Especially you Shitty face, but we're not done." Katsuki said gruffly, a smirk plastered onto his face with glaring and murderous eyes. "What ya got, his diary?" Another student, one of his lackeys said questioning the notebook in katsuki's hands.

The book read "Hero Analysis for the Future".

"Don't tell me you're taking notes

on how to be a hero. It's so pathetic!" Katsuki laughed as y/n glared him down. "He's delusional!" A lackey said with a laugh. "Yeah, real funny, guys." Izuku responded rather sheepishly. "Just give it back." "Listen, just give the damn book back. Please bakugou"

y/n pleaded with him, but he had no intention of listening to anything she said

"Most first-string heroes show potential early on, people look at them and just know

they're destined for greatness." Bakugou said as he still firmly held the book. "When I'm the only student from this garbage junior high

to get into U.A., people will start talking about me like that. They'll realise I'm legit,

the next big thing."

Y/n sighed as she looked over at bakugou and she thought 'i miss the way it was, when we were all friends.. but ever since he got that damned quirk everything changed... a long with his damned ego...'

"That's not ego talking, I just know I'm good." He replied as of he had read her mind

"Ego..." Izuku whispered. "Here's a little word of advice, nerd: Don't even think of applying, or else." He snarled as izuku whimpered "That's just sad." One of the students piped up as they looked at the dejected Izuku. "I thought you'd at least had some fight in you."

"He finally gets it, he'll never be a hero." Said bakugou as he looked down at the poor, green haired boy. "Better to find out now

instead of later, I guess."

"You know, if you really want to be a hero that badly, There actually might be another way..." Said katsuki with a smirk... Somehow she knew what was coming next, but her body wouldn't let her do anything, let alone say anything. "Just pray that you'll be born with

a Quirk in your next life, and take a swan-dive

off the roof of the building." That's when she finally spoke up. "What... The... Fuck..."

She spat venomously as she glared at him through her hair. Her finger tips were lightly sparking with electricity as she slowly balled them into a fist "Something wrong?" He snarled and glared down at her figure. She took a deep breath before she spoke. "Izuku... Go." He reluctantly nodded and complied and left the classroom to go home.

"What the fuck is wrong with you bakugou!?"

She shouted angrily as her fist grew lighter. "That's going to far! Even for an asshole like yourself" "I mean, if the shoe fits." Bakugou replied with a grin. He rolled his shoulders before shifting his stance to a more casual one. "besides, that loser's nothing more than a speck of dust on my shoe." She balled her fists tighter as she looked up at him near the podium where he was standing "He was your best friend for God's sakes bakugou! We were all friends... I was your fucking friend.. so what the fuck changed?"

She said angrily as she crossed her arms. Katsuki tilted his head back, giving her an indifferent look before settling back down onto the podium and crossing his arms. "Friend?" He scoffed. "He was nothing more then a loser who held me back. Don't mistake my pity for friendship." Bakugou's voice was cold, as if he were an ice statue. His words cut like knives. "So shut the fuck up l/n." He spat back. "None of this concerns you, this is between me and that damned deku." "No... Not anymore its not. And what about me asshole! You were my first real friend, my only one when I came to this god forsaken fucking city..." She said with an unidentical tone... He couldn't tell weather or not she was sad or angry. Katsuki shifted his stance slightly, before lowering his tone and body slightly to appear more casual. "I admit that you may have been my first... Friend." Katsuki was the type to always maintain a tough-guy facade. "It wasn't like I cared about you though." He smirked. "yeah, I noticed..." She said with a soft smile and she grabbed her bag*

"Well, see ya... Good bye bakugou" In those moments he hadn't realized what happened... until seconds later when she was out the door... it hit him 'good bye... bakugou'. Katsuki stiffened at the words. They sounded... Colder than she made them seem. The words made him feel a chill run down his spine. He looked at Yuji, his eyes widening. He was blank... his eyes only filled with confusion untill it hit him...the words singed his mind "fuck.." He whispered as he shoved his hands in his pockets ans walked out the door

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #mha fanfiction #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #x reader #x fem!reader #ong this shit is gonna me fall harder for a fictional man than i have ever fallen for one before... This man is my new addiction 😫

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lifesver · 15 days

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@f1rstcut cont. from here!

❝ come — on —! ❞ he slams his palms against the door, angry, grief-stricken. again, and again. he throws his shoulder into it. all it does it make noise, send bolts of pain radiating through his exhausted frame. the door doesn't budge. hasn't budged. they're trapped in this fucking room, still. he hits the door again, something like a choked sob catching in his throat. his hands feel numb. ❝ — please... i'm sorry. ❞ it barely comes out as a frayed whisper, this time.

your fault. your fault —

his ears ring. he knows the dripping sound is from their dead friend, in the room over. leland almost doesn’t hear maria speaking to him. everything sounds so underwater, warped and pitchy, and maybe like it’s happening to someone else. god, he wished this was happening to someone else. his eyes take a moment to meet hers, glassy and snapping to focus. she’s scared. so is he. and he doesn't know what to say. what will make any of it better. what the hell will bring their dead friends back. he feels like he can't breathe without tasting rot. blood. feels the sick spatter of it on his face, where the fissure in the wall hadn’t spared them the mess of chainsaw teeth tearing through flesh and organs and— god. god. what the hell is happening to them? he can still hear her fucking screaming.

red, red light, red room, red hair, limp and tangled around connie's shadowed face. this is all your fault, you should have been there —

his knees want to buckle, sudden headrush making him sway slightly on his feet. his stinging palms slide down the cold metal, defeated as he stumbles back from it. maria’s hands coming to frame his face are the closest thing he has to an anchor on reality, and leland crumbles apart easily at her touch; ❝ sorry, i’m — i’m sorry. ❞ he stammers out, voice a strained rasp. ❝ i should have. i didn’t… why'd i let her go alone? why — ❞ he didn’t realize he’d started crying. quiet sob shaken from him as hot tears spill down his cheeks, over maria's hands. she bleeds into water colour in his vision.

he should have been able to protect them. at the campsite. here. when they’d gotten separated, caught out by the monsters hunting them through these god-forsaken tunnels. there were too many of them. he couldn't keep her safe. can't stop thinking about how scared she must have been. thinking she was all alone, when they were so close. so fucking close, and he couldn't do anything while that monster —

his mouth runs senselessly; ❝ i can’t — we can’t leave her out there. maria, we… it’s not right. we have to do something, they can't — ❞ he's half incoherent, shaking badly through the shoulders. he knows, maybe, there's nothing he can do. he knows there’s nothing fair about this. despite how his world tilts and falls away around him, he tries to use what he's feeling for something. anything to keep his grip on reality. mindlessly, he brings his hand up to the side of maria’s face, mirroring her. carefully thumbing away the fresh blood. connie's blood. she was so hesitant to come along on this trip. she knew it could be dangerous, but she came anyway and —

leland feels sick. he remembers talking in the light of the campfire, not even half a day ago. with their sleeping friends all around them. they had thought they were safe.

unsteady, he refocuses on maria, dragging in a harsh breath as he tries to listen to her words. she needs him here. she needs him to keep it together. she's alive. you found her. you have to be strong. and if you can’t be strong for real, you just have to fake it. just keep faking it.

leland blinks fast, nods minutely; ❝ o — okay. ❞ confirmation is weak, and hiccupped around the overflow of tears. but he steels himself as best he can. tries again; ❝ okay. y — yeah. okay. ❞ he can. he has to. he can’t let maria down. can’t give up. can’t feel sorry for himself. he has to get them out of here. keep moving. keep breathing. don't think about it. don't think about it. his head still pounds. pain lances up flaring knife wounds all along his back. but whatever he was feeling must be nothing compared to maria.

teeth press together stubbornly against the threat of another bout of welling in his chest. he looks to maria, half-helplessly. ❝ what... what should we do? ❞

#this one goes out to rae who always tells me it's my/leland's fault when connie dies in the cutscene -#sorry maria u get lee having a little teeny meltdown #im just gesturing vaguely about things like mb they got grabbed again and thrown back in a cell w a door that isn't just flimsy wood #f1rstcut #ic tbt #cw death #cw violence #ahaha.. haha

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After Bite - Phone Guy and Jeremy

Summary: The more I analyze him, the more I realize that behind that cheery facade is a terribly depressed, self-hating man. (Jeremy's thoughts after the Bite of 87.)

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As I lie in my hospital bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, transfixed by the shapes in the ceiling. It is quiet.

Then, someone walks over.

"J-Jeremy…?"

His voice is weak, and my heart feels a tinge of pity for him.

"Excuse me, but who are you exactly?"

"I-it's me… Remember? I c-called you every night at Freddy's…"

I nod, recalling the voice. It sounded less static-y in real life. Yet full of that nerdy adorableness nonetheless.

"Ah yes. The Phone Guy."

He gripped my hand tight, as though he'd been worried about me. Why would he be worried about me? I barely remembered my last shift, and looking at the clock I realized my next one was about to start.

"Uh, dude? I think I should be getting back to-"

If there was a word for how quickly he cut me off with just stutters and word fragments, I'd use it. He seemed to be trying to tell me some horrible news but was unable to speak it. I put a hand over his hand, wanting to reassure him.

"Come on, dude. I'm the one who should be worrying. You're the one who always smiles and tells people things'll be alright." I gave a playful smirk, hoping we were close enough now for him to get the irony.

"Jeremy, I…"

He cut himself off again, his eyes glazed over with worry and guilt. What would he feel guilty about?

A hair strand was bothering my forehead, so I moved my hand to brush it away. Then I felt it. The long scar that had to be stitched up.

"Oh." I said. Not entirely sure what else to say, I stared back at him.

He squeezed my hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Jeremy! I was scared, and they were threatening my livelihood. T-they said i-if I talked, I'd be b-blacklisted from ever working again!"

"Dude…" I offered him a hug. And the Most Affectionate Man at Freddy's hugged me, but it felt so unlike him. So hollow. "You don't deserve that. You did nothing wrong…"

Shaking his head, he mumbled under his breath.

"Y-you don't k-know me, Jeremy. I'm a company spokesman… W-we're paid to lie…"

I pulled him back from me and made him look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what happened, Phone Guy. I need to know."

He nodded.

And he told me about what had happened that night. How the company wanted me to work a double shift in the morning, and the weird requirements they had for me. Wanting me to wear my uniform and stand close to the animatronics. Back then I hadn't questioned it, but if I'd been able to focus on the call more I might have noticed that something was off. During a previous night, Phone Guy had told me to stay away from the animatronics. So why would he contradict himself now?

"T-they handed me a slip of paper. I-I read off what they wanted you to do… Uh, yeah."

"Mm. I remember now. And that fox thing chomped down on me!" I laughed, despite it all. "Yeah, but it was kinda my bad too… I should have noticed your cry for help. You even told me that you'd be taking the night shift after me. Duh!"

He looked away, trying to smile a little for my benefit.

I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, dude. Don't do this… The animatronics are- You know what they're like."

For the first time, I notice how defeated he looks, all pretense gone.

"Please. Don't do it, man." I keep going, hoping I can convince him. There must be a way. "If you go back there, they'll kill you!! Come on…"

He nodded.

"I know."

I squeezed his shoulder, and he instinctively turtled with the tiniest smile on his face.

"Aw. See, it's okay… I forgive you." I released my hand from his shoulder, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "You-you don't have to do this."

He relaxed and looked at me for a moment. Almost like he was pondering something. I wished I could read his mind.

"Jeremy…?" He said at last. I nodded. "…I'm glad you're alright." He looked at the clock. "Ah. I-I have to be going soon."

"Good luck."

As I watched him leave, I felt an immeasurable sorrow. Like I hadn't done enough. What could I have done? Talking to him kindly was the only thing I felt could have worked.

He wasn't really going to take the nightshift, was he? I got up, ready to talk some sense into him.

I bumped into a nurse, who ushered me back into my room. My stitches still needed more time to heal.

"Please," I begged. "Let me talk to that man!"

"Sorry sir, visiting hours are over." She brought me back to my room.

"C-can you at least tell me his name? He was my coworker, for crying out loud."

She led me over to the guest book so we could see who signed in to see Jeremy Fitzgerald. But when we looked, the name had been blacked out. Try as we might, it was impossible to tell what had once been written there.

I felt a chill run through me as I realized he might not have been the one to do it.

#fnaf #phone guy #jeremy fitzgerald #my writing #fanfiction #five nights at freddy's #friendship #phonemy #jerephone

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laylaackles · 10 months

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Kiss Me Thru The Phone (Sam Phone Sex)

Warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, Y/n works at a sex hotline, Sam calls.

Also, I know nothing about sex hot lines. Someone suggested this, so bare with me.

Y/n was sitting at her desk at work, waiting for the phone to ring.

She always felt kind of dirty and ashamed with her job, but she needed the money. She'd much rather talk to people through the phone than be a hooker.

'Can't get stds through the phone,' she always told herself.

It was getting late, so most of the workers went home.

It was just Y/n and a couple of other girls, but they were far enough away that they wouldn't be able to hear each other's conversations.

Y/n was starting to feel tired and wanted to go home, but her phone began to ring and snap her out of her trance.

The girls were taught to answer the phone in a seductive voice, and they were each told their own greeting.

Y/n put her sexy voice on and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Baby." You greeted.

That was the greeting your boss gave you.

"Um, hey." A shy voice said.

"You okay sugar?" You asked.

You could tell whoever the guy was on the other side was, was nervous.

"Yeah, I've just never done this before, but I'm kinda desperate." He explained.

"What's your name, baby?" You asked.

"Sam." He said.

"Dont tell anyone I told you this, but my name is Y/n."

You knew saying your real name was against the rules, but something about the way he was opening up to you made you want to be honest with him.

"That's a beautiful name." He said.

"Thank you. Is there something I can help you with, Sam?" You smirked to yourself, knowing there was definitely something you could help him with.

"I think you already know." He joked.

You could tell he was sounding a little more confident.

And hot.

He has the hottest voice you've ever heard.

"How do you want me to help?" You asked.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you'd do to me." He said.

"Well, for starters, I'd kiss all over your body. All the way down to your cock."

You could hear a small groan come from the other line.

"Y/n?" He said.

"Yeah?"

"Can I maybe tell you what I'd do to you?" He asked.

"If that's what you want." You said.

"I think I'd be more comfortable if this was a two-way street." He explained.

"Go ahead then. What would you do to me, Sam?" You asked.

"I'd kiss your body. I'd kiss your neck and your chest, and I'd kiss all the way down to your stomach. I'd place one more kiss on your clit." He said.

'Ah, a man that likes to go down.' You thought.

"I'd suck on your tip." You said.

"Mmm fuck." He said.

"You touching yourself, baby?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I am."

"Mind if I do the same?" You asked.

"Fuck, no I don't mind."

You looked up and made sure nobody was around, before carefully sliding your hand into your panties.

"Are you wet for me, Y/n?" He asked.

"So wet, Sam."

"I'd lick your pretty little pussy until you came all over my tongue." He said.

"I'd suck your cock until you were begging me to stop."

"I'd bend you over my lap, and spank you until you begged me to fuck you." He said.

Sam's hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking it up and down.

You have two fingers inside you, pumping in and out, while your thumb rubs your clit.

"I'd beg you to tie me up." You said.

"Baby, you wouldn't have to beg." He said.

"Fuck." You said.

You could feel a coil forming your stomach.

No call has ever gone like this. It was always creepy old men, and you would cringe when talking to them, but something about Sam, has you so turned on.

"Fuck Y/n, I'm so close. Keep talking." He said.

"I'd take every inch of your cock like a good girl. I'd beg you to choke me while you fuck the shit out of me." You said.

"I'd choke you while you cum around my cock." He said.

"God, your voice is so hot." You said.

"I wish I could see you." He said.

"Maybe next time."

The words barely left your lips as you came on your fingers.

Sam could tell by the soft moans you let out that you had cum. He was right there, too.

"I'm gonna cum Y/n." He said.

"Come on, Sam. Cum."

With your words, he came.

Hot sticky drops of cum landed on his thighs and stomach, as he jerked himself through the orgasm. Stopping when he became too sensitive.

"Fuck, that was the best orgasm I've had in months." You said.

"Same here." He laughed.

"Can I give you my number?" You asked.

"Please." He said.

You knew from the caller ID that he lives in Kansas, which is lucky for you. That's where you live, too.

"Next time, call my cell. Maybe we'll facetime." You said.

"I'd like that. Thank you, Y/n." He said.

"Anytime, Sam."

LA<3

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural smut #sam winchester

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🎊Swap for echo?

Here we go! :D

Did you know that skeletons could get pregnant? Yeah, neither did Echo! Fuck! How the hell was he carrying a babybones? That didn't make ANY sense. He was pretty much always dying, he only had enough magic to keep himself alive. How was he going to be forced to keep a babybones alive for as long as it takes for them to come out?

It would take a lot of magic! Shit shit shit. He didn't plan for this; he didn't even know that it could happen. Of course he didn't! He and his brother were the only skeleton monsters in the underground! At least he thought so? He didn't remember much about his past.

Ugh. Whatever, that didn't matter right now.

He paced around his anti-void, tapping his fingers against his skull as he thought about what he was going to do. If he had other monsters around, he could take their magic to help him because of his low storage but it was just him. How was he supposed to- he groans, putting his hands over his face.

This wasn't what he wanted to find out when he woke up today! This isn't fair.

He sat down on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest, squinting. Maybe if he didn't pay attention it would go away? Wait, no, that's stupid. Why would he do that? That would be dangerous for him and the babybones.

It wasn't like he could dust while he was in this place though, would that mean that he wouldn't be able to grow the babybones either? Or would it be like a constant 0% magic level but enough to grow it?

He thought about that for longer than he has in a long time, his mind rushing with different thoughts and before he knew it, there was a portal opening up. His datemate was named Y/n, they were another skeleton. An Out Code, as they called themselves, able to travel through the different universes.

Echo thought it was strange but didn't really want to question them on it too much.

"Echo, hey! I'm here"

Echo tenses up when he heard the voice, causing him to jump then start to cough moving his arms to wrap around himself. Ouch…

"Oh- geez, shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" They walk over, rubbing his back in soft circles, "Are you okay?"

Echo sighs, leaning back into their touch and look up at them, squinting slightly. "I told you to not just randomly appear like that"

"I know I know, I just got excited to come and see you" They sit down beside him, leaning over to give him a little nuzzle. They were always so careful with him, treating him like he would break. Sometimes he liked it while other times it made him annoyed. At least it showed that they cared? I guess?

"Yeah yeah" he mumbles and leans into them, getting lost in thought for a second while reaching down to put his hand over his stomach, clenching onto his shirt. "Y/n, I have to tell you something"

"Hm?" they tilt their head, looking at him. He looks back at them, then down, and gulps down the nerves.

He wished that he didn't have to say anything, why should he have to explain this? Shouldn't they already know? Blah, whatever.

"I think I might be carrying a babybones"

They stare at him, their mouth open a little, then they shut it again looking shocked. They then smile big, "For real? Holy shit" They laugh, reaching over to put their hands against his stomach, "You're going to look so cute with a little baby belly"

Echo's cheeks quickly warm up and he pushes their hands away, "Don't say that!" they just laugh a little and lean over to 'kiss' his cheek. He huffs softly, turning his head away. This so wasn't fair…

At least…

At least he wasn't going to be alone.

#Aftertale #Aftertale Sans #Echo #Pregnacy #Pregnant #undertale alternate timeline #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #undertale imagines #undertale au

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2, 12, 18, 24, 38, and 39

Look, a questionnaire ask meme thingie! It's been a while since I've seen one of these in the wild 2: Show us a picture of your handwriting?

Here's me being pedantic in my literature notes for Discourse Analysis LOL

12: What's some good advice you want to share? You know what, I hate this advice, but I really wish I could say this to my past self: "Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is also the hardest. It can be scary to jump off that ledge not knowing whether or not someone's going to be there to catch you. And sometimes, there really is no one there to catch you. I hate it as much as anyone else, but the things you learn from the fall will serve you later, I promise. It is a huge confidence boost to be able to brush yourself off after the fall, look around and go, I LIVED, BITCH. Because yeah. You DID. And that means you can keep going. And no matter how hard it seems, if gravity still works, if there's still oxygen in the air, if the birds are still chirping, you can keep going. You can improve your life little by little. And as long as you're still kicking, you can still keep reaching for that goal. So be unkillable. Be that one cockroach asshole who keeps coming back. In great attempts, it is glorious even to fail. The fall cannot kill you in a way that matters." Okay but on a more serious note, some other advice I needed to hear recently is: "Don't waste your life trying to live it all at once. Things will happen when they happen. So fill now with things that make you happy just as much as you fill it with things that are meant to move the plot forwards. Take some time to take that little hike. Go smell that weird looking flower. Eat that doughnut. Put in that application. Stare at that beautiful cloud burst. Drink a pot of tea. Save up a little for that car you want. Burn that candle you've been saving. Take that trip you've always been meaning to take. Ask that one friend if they want to go get some coffee later. Life is just as much in the little moments as it is in the big ones. Let them all happen."

18: Do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens? You know, with how vast space is, and some of the strange experiences I've had, I 10000% believe that there actually *are* more things in Heaven and Earth. I want to believe, man. Je veux y croir.

24: What's one thing you're proud of yourself for? I'm proud of myself for finally finishing my exams, getting through this ridiculous Master's Degree, and applying for citizenship so much has been happening alongside that tho that I'm about to keel over for real I can't wait until May is over LOL :')

38: Fave song at the moment?

youtube

*lights a lighter* :')

39: Youtuber you've been obsessed with and why? Okay LOL this one's gonna date me a bit but anyway In early college my favourite youtuber was Brett from Viral Video Film School. Here's my favourite video of his called Jerk Animals:

youtube

This is the one I used to watch the most, and I still often watch this video to cheer myself up, because. I don't know. Brett just has a comedic timing that I like. The lines "I'll be up here demolishing your property value" and "NO SON OF MINE IS GONNA WEAR A PEOPLE HAT" were Peak Comedy^TM to 20-year-old me LOL and please ignore the fact that this video was posted 13 years ago, kay thx.

#questionnaire meme #ask meme

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