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based on this and this video :)) this is fluff supply before remarried empress au part 2 is posted~
a part of gojo's love entries
satoru had always thought... you were the perfect mother to his child.
“ma...!”
your baby boy, with his white hair and blue eyes full of innocence, was crawling towards you with all his might, and you were on the other side of the bed with open arms, ready to accept him.
“yes, baby, you can do it!” you cheered, a permanent smile on your face, completely adoring satoru’s mini-him as he tried to reach you.
you really are. after all, you were the girl of his dreams first and foremost, who then became the woman he had sworn to protect forever.
“just a little bit more! aww, my baby is so cute!”
...but hey, since you were his wife above all, weren't you supposed to take care of him too? these days, you seemed to spend all your love on your son… and spared him unamused looks whenever he tried to bed you!
satoru observed as his little baby made his way towards you with visible excitement, totally capturing your attention fully. narrowing his eyes in analysis, he devised a plan.
and so, right before his kid could reach you, he immediately went over to your side, scooped up the baby and pecked you in the lips.
“oh—! satoru!”
“don’t i deserve mama’s attention too...?” he asked, eyes pleading sadly. “hmm?”
“—? waah!” but before you could react to his sneak attack, your baby son was so startled that his eyes filled up with tears. in that moment, he wrenched away from his father's grasp and hurriedly crawled towards you, seeking comfort in your arms, and you hugged him.
“there, there...” you almost laughed at this exchange as you patted his little back, sending a wink at satoru. “poor baby, what has papa done to you, huh?”
satoru pursed his lips in response, directing a slight glare on his baby, who was suddenly calm and smiley as he was smushed against your bosom, looking at him with those wide eyes—as if flaunting his victory.
the little fiend, he thought. i’ll show him!
“listen you...”
and half an hour later, he cornered the boy against the wall, trying to assert his position.
“we need to share mama. you're taking all. her. time.” satoru emphasized, eyeing his baby with narrowed eyes. the boy looked back at him with clear disinterest, merely blinking.
satoru huffed righteously. “you gave her severe tummy ache when you were still inside that i had to stay up to soothe you, and now when you're out... you monopolize her love! how is this fair? what am i left with?!”
baby blinked, leaning inquisitively towards him.
“do you understand me? i need my wife bac— gyaaah!”
you literally ran out of the kitchen when you heard satoru’s sudden yell, thinking something had happened. “satoru! what’s wrong—”
only to arrive at the scene of the most amusing sight imaginable. your husband was on the brink of panic as your baby, with a resentful expression, chomping down on his nose.
“he ate my nose! help! HEEELP!”
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Play, Sleep, Repeat
Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader
Summary: You're Katie's cousin
Katie has never quite understood you.
You'd always been on the fringes of her awareness.
She has all her siblings. Her close family is big. Her extended family is even bigger.
You're her cousin, on her mother's side.
She'd never really kept up with your life. She'd see you at family reunions maybe once, twice a year and it would all be a quick conversation before she moved on.
She'd never been close enough to her uncle, your dad, to really know what was going on the two of your lives. All she really remembers was that his wife (your mother) had left him and he was a single dad.
It was surprising to see the Arsenal announcement photo with you smiling at the camera, a big Ireland flag draped over your shoulders.
It should have made her feel bad that you didn't drop a text to say you were signing but Katie didn't even know you played football until the announcement so she decided that she didn't really have room to have her feelings hurt over it.
She had hoped this would be the opportunity for you both to grow closer but, as she looks at you now, horsing down your lunch, she kind of thought that was a pipe dream.
You get up immediately after finishing, avoiding the table with the other younger players and heading back out onto the pitch.
It was like clockwork with you. You were either crashed out asleep in the break room, eating like you'd been starved or practicing for hours before or after training.
"What's up with your cousin, McCabe?" Leah asks, watching you leave as well," She never hangs around."
Katie shrugs. "I dunno. She's always been like that, I think."
"You think?"
"She's being raised by her Da. I guess she's never been around this many girls in her life."
"Surely she played on a girl's team before coming here."
Katie shrugs again.
"You don't know?"
"I've got a big family, Williamson. I hardly see her back home. Sue me for not stalking her every move."
Kim slides into the seat next to her. "I'm worried about her," She says," She's always here early and she stays late too. I've never seen her Dad pick her up."
"So what? She's a big girl."
Kim raises a brow. "I wasn't worried because she promised me that you've been dropping her off."
"What? She told me Kyra was doing that."
Kim sighs. "I got her address off Jonas. Do you and Caitlin mind popping by tonight? I'd do it myself but she might respond better to you."
Katie stands at your door a few hours after training has finished. She'd been waiting in her car for a while now, unable to believe her eyes when you'd stepped off the bus barely ten minutes ago still in your training kit.
Her hand hovers over the door, unmoving.
Caitlin nudges her to the side, pressing the doorbell.
"Hey," She says when you open it," Can we come in?"
Your eyes dart to the side. "Er..."
"Is your Da in? I need to talk to him."
"Da's busy," You say.
"That's okay. We can wait." Katie barges in and Caitlin follows her before you can stop them.
"How long will he be?" Caitlin asks and your eyes dart to the door.
"Well..."
"Have you had dinner yet?" Katie asks," 'Cause your fridge is bare."
"Stop it!" You say, pushing her out of your kitchen," Stop snooping!"
"Are these takeout boxes?"
"Katie, I mean it! Out!"
"Nah, where's your Da? Surely, he can't be letting you eat all this crap."
You mumble a response that Katie forces you to repeat. A response that gets regurgitated to every responsible adult on the team.
Your Da didn't come with you to England. In fact, your Da hadn't even be to one of your Arsenal matches.
"He'll come when I make it into the Ireland squad," You'd told Katie and Caitlin," He promised."
The team keeps a close eye on you. Your back prickles with awareness and every time you look behind you, someone is watching.
Things change as well, slowly but surely. It's enough to put you on edge.
It starts with Caitlin and Katie driving you to practice. You usually leave hours ahead of when training starts so you can get the bus and still have time to practice before it begins.
(Maybe if you have a bit extra training then Gleeson will have no choice but to call you up for the next international break).
You have no idea how long they've been camping in their car because you get up stupidly early.
They bundle you in with them. They grab breakfast at a quaint place in town before getting you to training on time.
Next comes Kim. She sits with you at lunch and talks to you enough that you finish the same time as everyone else.
Leah helps you with your kit.
Lia sits with you on the bus.
Lessi, Vic and Kyra splash you with water during the changeover at training.
Beth lets you nap against her and Viv makes sure you have a protein shake ready for you when you wake up.
Slowly but surely, you're folded into the team that is Arsenal. You existed on the fringes of life in London, focused on nothing but finally having your father support you in football.
Now though, you have the team to celebrate your goals with. You have Katie shaking you with joy when you score the last minute winner against Everton.
You also have the text from your Da nitpicking your every move in the match.
You feel lucky that he even kept the match on with how shit you were apparently making. A few months ago, you would have gone back to your own habits. A few months ago, you would have ran until your legs gave out.
But it's no longer a few months ago.
So, you just put your phone away and let Steph ruffle your hair on the way back to her seat.
You're actually part of the team now. A key part of the team if you go off how many times you've started a match.
A key part of the time if you go by how you seamlessly tackle Cuthbert and send the ball rolling straight to Caitlin to collect. You're about to stand up but Cuthbert can't stay on her feet and she stumbles, falling with a sickening crunch onto your ankle.
The scream you let out is guttural and you push her off you to grab at your ankle, as if touching it would suddenly make it feel better.
You slap the ground with your fist and scream again. Leah comes sliding in next to you, pinning your ankle to the ground with a firm hand.
"I know," She says," I know but we need to keep it still. Just stay still."
"Leah," You sob," It hurts!"
"I know," She repeats," The physios are coming straight on. Just keep it still."
Katie comes running to you next, tucking your face into her chest as you sob, shielding you from the fans.
Caitlin has taken her job at yelling at the ref, desperate to get some kind of compensation even if it was all a complete reaction.
"I...I..." You manage to get out through your tears," I don't think Gleeson's going to call me up for the break."
Lia, who had gently removed your cleat, laughs. "You don't need to focus on that right now." She peals your sock down. "But it's nice that you've still got your sense of humour."
You hiss as someone else touches your ankle.
"Hey!" Katie snaps," Careful with her!" She turns back to you. "Can you walk?"
"I don't even think I can stand up."
"You're going to be okay," She says as the stretcher is brought on," They'll fit you with a boot and you'll come back to mine."
You groan. "God, not your place."
"What's wrong with my mine?!"
"You can't cook! Can I go to Kim's instead?"
"I think I preferred it when we didn't talk."
You grin. "Didn't your Ma ever tell you lying's bad?"
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Espresso
Emily engstler x famous singer! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)
warnings: slight cursing, secret relationship, mother sabrinas new song, emily being whipped wbb masterlist
Summary: Y/n came out with a new song about an unknown lover, Emily wonders who it’s about..
posted: June 6, 2024
Now you’re probably wondering how someone like Y/n L/n a singer who sold out arenas got with someone like Emily Engstler a basketball player who plays in stadiums well let’s tell you.
Y/n always been into women’s sports. She played a little in college but not anything serious. Since the Mystics is her favorite team she tried to go to every game and today there was a game near where she was performing so of course she had to go.
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She’s in the Mystics’ colors, sitting courtside and excited to watch the game. When the players came out specifically one player that she never seen before came out. About 6’1 if she had to guess, clad in tattoos and jaw dropping. She asked her friend who was that.
“Oh I think it’s a new player. Emily something.”
Emily something is something else.
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It’s halftime the Mystics are up by a few points. They’re showing famous stars at the game and Y/n came, started smiling and waving. When Emily saw her. Her jaw actually dropped. If she knew someone like her was watching she would have been dropping three’s like they come easy to her .
“Engstler close your mouth you’re gonna get flies.” One of her teammates joked.
Y/n L/n is something else.
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After the Mystics won Emily never got changed and ready quicker. She saw Y/n about to leave. Ran up to her, introduced herself, made her laugh, and got her number and the rest is history.
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Y/n just got the instrumental version of her new song she’s writing she just needs lyrics and she has no idea what to write about.
When she was listening to it Emily walked in and sat down next to her. “Ooo I like this it sounds like summer.”
Y/n nodded. “Yea I’m trying to go for a song of the summer vibe.”
“Well what’s the song about?”
“I don’t know and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you.” Emily scoffed. “Why not?!”
“Because I like it being a surprise for you.” Emily just looked at her. She looked backed and smiled.
“You’re so annoying bro.” Emily says while laughing.
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Emily and Y/n was cuddling, mindlessly playing with each other’s hair. “You know I think about you all the time.” Y/n perked up. “Really?!”
“Yea every night, sometimes I can’t even sleep.”
“Emily are you serious?!” She was blushing like crazy she’s lucky Emily can’t see her cause it’s dark. “Yea you’re like espresso or something.” Her eyes widened.
She has her lyrics.
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Y/n’s new song ‘Espresso’ came out today and it had the whole world buzzing.
Everyone wonders who the song is about. People are asking left and right.
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The team was practicing and someone had the bright idea to play Espresso to tease Emily. Emily heard the beat and already knew it was your new song.
Now she’s thinking bout me every night oh, isn’t that sweet? I guess so
Emily heard your voice and immediately asked to turn it up.
Say you can’t sleep baby I know that’s that me espresso
Her mind went to that one conversation that you guys had that one night and she started smiling like crazy. Teeth on full display.
When she was listening she had her hand over her mouth the whole time. She always gets shocked from your talent but she never expected a whole song written about her.
Too bad your ex don’t do it for ya
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya
When she heard that part she realized why you randomly asked her what her favorite drink was.
You were in the kitchen writing the song and you’re trying to figure out what lyric should come next. You’re known for your clever writing style. So when Emily walked you asked her a question.
“Hey what’s your favorite drink?” Emily just turned around with a confused look on her face. “Why?”
“No reason just curious.”
“Um Mountain Dew again why?”
“Again no reason.”
“Ok….”
She’s literally geeking out right now. The attention to detail is incredible.
That’s that me espresso
Holy Schnitzel
The whole team screamed when they heard that line. They all know that that’s Emily’s favorite food. Again the attention to detail.
Oh, she looks so cute wrapped around my finger
She is indeed wrapped around your finger and she loves it.
She is smiling so hard. She is so proud of you and this song is absolutely incredible.
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When she came home she saw you on the couch and jumped on you. You screamed. “Emily what the hell?!”
“That’s that me espresso?!” You laughed.
“You liked the song?” She nodded enthusiastically. “My favorite part was the schnitzel.”
Emily proceeded to play the song every day.
An: I LOVEEEEE THIS enjoy this edit I found
#Spotify#my lovers on top#wnba#wnba x reader#emily engstler#emily engstler x reader#sabrina carpenter#espresso#that’s that me espresso
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accidental confession
izuku accidentally confesses his feelings for you in a moment of panic, leading to an awkward but sweet conversation.
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middle school had always been a challenging time for izuku midoriya. as a quirkless boy dreaming of becoming a hero, he often felt isolated and misunderstood. however, there was one person who always seemed to make his days a little brighter, you. your kind smile and encouraging words were often the highlight of his day, though he never quite knew how to express his gratitude or growing feelings for you.
it was another typical afternoon after school. you and izuku were in the library, working on a group project together. the room was quiet except for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper between the two of you. izuku's heart raced every time you leaned in to look at something in his notebook, your proximity making his thoughts scatter.
you noticed Izuku seemed more fidgety than usual, his face slightly flushed as he scribbled notes in his ever-present hero analysis notebook.
"hey, izuku," you said softly, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention. "are you okay? you seem a bit… distracted today."
izuku's eyes widened, and he immediately started to stammer. "i-i'm fine! really! just, um, a lot on my mind, i guess." he forced a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
you gave him a concerned look but decided not to press further. "alright, but if you need to talk about anything, i'm here, okay?"
izuku nodded, his heart pounding even harder. he took a deep breath, trying to focus on the project, but his mind kept drifting back to you and the way your eyes sparkled with kindness.
as the minutes passed, you two continued to work in relative silence. then, out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the library. someone had knocked over a stack of books, and the sudden noise startled both of you. without thinking, izuku reached out and grabbed your hand, his reflexes taking over.
"izuku?" you said, looking at him in surprise. his hand was warm and slightly trembling around yours.
realizing what he had done, izuku's face turned beet red, and he quickly let go, stammering apologies. "i-i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to—"
"it's okay," you interrupted, a gentle smile on your face. "you just surprised me, that's all."
izuku took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. he felt a wave of panic wash over him, and before he knew it, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "i like you!"
the library fell silent again, but this time it was a deafening silence. izuku's eyes widened in horror as he realized what he'd just blurted out. "i-i mean, i, um, i like you as a friend! no, wait, that's not what i meant either! i mean, i do like you as a friend, but also more than that, and—"
you blinked, trying to process his rapid-fire confession. a slow smile spread across your face as you watched izuku's panic. "izuku, are you trying to say you have feelings for me?"
izuku gulped and nodded, looking like he wanted to disappear. "y-yes," he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible.
you felt your heart swell with warmth. you'd always thought izuku was sweet and admired his determination, and hearing his confession made your own feelings clear. "izuku, i like you too."
his head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise and hope. "r-really?"
you nodded, taking his hand again, this time on purpose. "yes, really. i've liked you for a while now."
a smile slowly spread across izuku's face, relief and joy washing over him. "i'm so glad," he said softly, squeezing your hand.
the two of you sat there for a moment, just holding hands and smiling at each other, the world around you fading away. it was awkward, it was sweet, and it was the start of something wonderful.
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Sweet Spot {part 1}
{part 1}{part 2}{part 3}{part 4}{part 5}{part 6}
Baker Felix x Florist reader
summary: You're putting together the floral arrangements for your ex's wedding as a favor, forgetting how passive aggressive he can be about your love life. Fortunately for you, one of your best friend's in the world comes over to feed you sugar and make you a sweet offer to get back at your ex.
genre: fluff, smut, angst if you squint // word count: 2.8k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes, wet dream // a/n: Trying out something longer and fluffier this time! If you'd like to be on the taglist, reply to this post or send me an ask 🥰
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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie
You should have never agreed to do this. Your fingers were sore from wire wrapping all the different bouquets, one for each bridesmaid, the ring bearer’s pillow, and the flower girl. So far, you were only halfway done with the floral arch and hadn’t even gotten to start on the table settings yet. There were bits of torn leaves, crushed flower petals, and feathers strewn around your apartment, trying to deal with the last minute changes in aesthetic that the bride asked for.
The shift from a classic summer bouquet to something more bohemian wasn’t impossible, but it was a challenge with the wedding a week away. It definitely wasn’t your favorite aesthetic in the world, but you were determined to make it work.
The question of why you had agreed to do this at a quarter of your normal fee was beginning to fester in your mind, especially for your ex’s wedding.
You and Johnny were amicable, sure. Civil might be a better word for it. You didn’t have any leftover romantic feelings for the man - that ship had sailed ages ago. The main problem you had now with him is that he always seemed to be in competition with you, always trying to steal your thunder or diminish your accomplishments. It was always underhanded and passive aggressive and you didn’t have the energy to really push back.
Speaking of the devil, your phone pings with a text message.
❌J: hey y/n, just checking in about the florals. Jenny is freaking out and wants an update
you: working on them now!
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❌J: wow! Hard at work! Is this the bride’s bouquet?
you: yep! Putting the finishing touches on it now’s
❌J: it looks really busy, are you sure this is what she asked for?
you: yes. I promise I’m following her vision that we spoke about during our last consultation.
❌J okay! just making sure! I know some of these changes need a quick turn around.
❌J: oh also…
❌J: i wanted to chat with you about something
you: ?
❌J: I know things have been a little rough in the dating department for you lately but you still officially have a plus one to the wedding, in case you wanted to bring your sister or someone!
you: …thanks.
you: Don’t know where the idea that I’m struggling with dating came from, but I appreciate the plus one.
❌J: I had just heard through the grapevine is all.
❌J: there’s someone out there for everyone! You’ll find them eventually.
❌J: like me and Jenny! We were just made for each other 💕
you: okay, Johnny! Great chatting, I’ll get back to work now!
You swipe out of the text thread and pinch your brow, the feeling of a building tension headache settling right between your eyes. His audacity is always bewildering, he can have such a sickeningly sweet tone while making sure to get a jab or two in to hurt you.
Sure, you haven’t had a solid relationship since the two of you broke up, but he doesn’t have to rub your nose in it. The relationship ended amicably enough once you both graduated from college, realizing that the two of you were drifting apart as you pursued your respective careers. Staying civil made it easier to maintain the friend group, neither of you had any real reason to be upset with the other. That didn’t mean you were close, you still kept your distance.
When he had gotten engaged, you were genuinely pleased for him, and a little relieved. Sometimes, when you’d run into each other at parties, he would make it a point to find you and tell you how well he was doing. You’d get the feeling that he was trying to showboat his accomplishments - he always wanted to tell you all about his successes, all the great things going on in his life.
He got a great job at some law firm, a promotion and another promotion. Then he had met Jenny, they got engaged, and wasn’t it just so cute that their names were so similar? Jenny and Johnny, Johnny and Jenny! It became their whole personality as a couple and he’d corner you to tell you about how amazing she is and how he had never met anyone who just got him like she did. Every time you’d deal with this, you felt like he had poured corn syrup on you with how saccharine he sounded.
He’d hear about your ebb and flow of love and give you such a pitying look. “Oh you haven’t been dating? That’s too bad, there’s someone out there for everyone! Just look at me and Jenny!” Just throwing small digs in your direction that flew under the radar for most of your friends.
But you knew.
You knew he was always trying to make you feel like you had “lost” the break-up.
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A knock at the door brings you back to the present moment.
“Y/n~! It’s me! Open up,” a deep voice lilts in a sing-song voice.
You shake your head, trying to snap out of your shitty mood to answer the door. On your doorstep is one of the best things that came into your life with his ice blond hair, freckles, and a smile that could light up an entire room. Before you can say anything, Felix barges past you into your apartment, holding two paper bags with the bakery’s logo on it.
“I brought some new flavors for you to try, I’m experimenting for the springtime,” he says as he starts unpacking travel pastry boxes with different colored cakes inside.
“Ugh, please don't talk to me about weddings right now,” you sigh. He pauses his unpacking.
“What’s up? You sound like someone kicked your dog.”
“I just had the most passive aggressive interaction with my ex, Johnny.”
You open the text thread to show him.
“This is your ex?”
“Yep.”
“Damn, he’s not even being subtle about it.”
“Nope.”
The room is silent for a split second before Felix brightens up again.
“Well fuck that, the flowers look great, despite the boho bad taste. Come try these new cake flavors I’ve been playing with! Sugar always cheers me up.”
You give him a small smile, he always knows exactly how to bring a little optimism into a shitty situation. “Sure Felix, what have you got for me?”
Soon, you have 4 plates and forks out for the different cake concoctions.
“I’ve been playing around with different florals and citrus for spring, so here we have a lavender cake with key lime frosting. Over here, we have an earl grey cake with lemon curd and lemon buttercream. Then we’ve got a vanilla cake with a pistachio filling and a rose buttercream. Finally we have a jasmine green tea cake with yuzu curd and a vanilla glaze,” Felix says, bouncing on his toes.
“Okay, Mary Berry! They all sound delicious.”
“You have to be one hundred percent honest with me, I want actual feedback on these!” He grabs your shoulders and looks deep into your eyes, your heart skipping a beat briefly at his intensity. He looks so eager for you to try his different concoctions. Most couples weren’t looking for anything too extreme in the way of flavors, most opting for a basic white cake and buttercream, so you knew Felix loved to share the uncommon combinations he came up with.
They were all so beautiful, perfectly cut out and frosted with care. You picked up your fork enthusiastically.
“Fuck, Felix, that’s delicious,” you say, savoring the citrus flavors. Every single one you tried was more delicious than the last. Your favorite had to be the earl grey and lemon. “This one tastes like how a springtime tea party feels.”
He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, his freckles stand out when he smiles so brightly.
“Thanks, it’s always nice when I get to play around with flavor,” he says, leaning back into his seat. As he stretches, his shirt rides up to reveal a small expanse of the bare skin where his hip meets his lower belly, the lean muscle definition standing out in the lamp light. You tear your eyes away when you realize you’ve been lingering your gaze on the scant inch of skin.
“Oh my god, did tell you?” Felix blurts out suddenly. “I’ve been working with this couple for an upcoming wedding. Absolute nightmare. Terrible taste! Guess what they finally settled on for their flavor.”
“I don’t know, something basic I bet.”
“Fucking mint chocolate chip.”
“Mint chocolate??? For a cake???” You reel back in horror. What on earth kind of combo was that for a wedding cake?
“They insisted on it!” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “Well, the bride did. The groom was never at any of these sampling appointments. She was onher own and really pushing for something unique.”
“I guess it’s unique to make your guests hate you for your choice of cake flavor,” you say, grimacing at the thought of a mint chocolate cake. “Disgusting.”
“I feel bad for their wedding guests. That’s such a controversial flavor for ice cream, I can’t imagine how it’ll go down for the entire reception.”
You hum in agreement, picking up your fork and finishing off the last of your cake in one frosting heavy bite.
“Y/n you’ve got a little-“ he reaches up, gently holding your chin.
His gaze softens as he looks at your lips and you freeze in place. Your heart picks up speed, hammering in your chest, at this gentle touch. He doesn’t know that you have had a thing for him for years now, but you’ll never tell him. You love having him as a friend too much to ruin it, he’s the one spot of sunshine on dreary days. There’s no chance he’d reciprocate your feelings, he could literally date anyone the way strangers constantly fall in love with him at first glance.
But right now, he’s focused on your lips, his thumb brushing them carefully, swiping the bit of frosting that was left from your last bite.
“Oh my god!” You force out a laugh, pulling out of his grasp in embarrassment. Taking a napkin, you start furiously wiping your mouth. “Sorry! It was really good!”
“That’s the perfect kind of response to one of my baked goods!” He smiles, licking the frosting off of his thumb. Your heart leaps into your throat.
Felix never seems to notice the effect he has on people, overwhelming charm, the magnetic pull he has on anyone within 10 ft of him. When the two of you worked at the old cafe together, you’d take a mental tally of the number of customers that would leave with hearts in their eyes after ordering coffee from him. You thought that after five years of friendship you could get used to it via exposure therapy, but his allure slams you in the chest all the time. You try to keep yourself grounded in reality when he tugs at heartstrings like this - he does this with everyone so you try not to lose your head. But the way he’s looking at you now, leaning in close with fierce affection in his eyes, makes the delusion that he feels the same about you seem almost real.
You giggle nervously and move to tidy things up from the table after you two are done sampling. Felix leans against the counter, watching you, as you start washing the plates.
“I have an idea,” he says. “For your plus-one situation.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“What if you take me as your date?”
“Be serious, Felix,” you chuckle.
“I am being serious, I clean up real good,” he says, grabbing at your waist playfully.
“Oh!” A fork slips out of your hand and clatters into the sink. “I mean- you don’t have to do that.”
“Nah, I’d like to! Think about it, it’d be perfect, Johnny has no idea who I am and I can brag you up while I’m there. Rub his nose in it for a change.”
“I-“
“Just think it over, no rush. I think it’d be real fun though!”
You look at him blankly for a moment, your heart thumping in your chest again. “ Yeah, I’ll think it over.”
~~~
Your eyes are closed when you feel a pair of hands slink around your body, drawing you into a chest of hard, lean muscle. The scent like an apple orchard on a rainy autumn morning greets you, petrichor and wood mixed with something crisp and sweet, enveloping you in a sense of comfort. You look up to see who’s arms embrace you to find Felix hovering over you, deep brown eyes locked onto yours. You’re so close you could count the freckles on his cheeks and give a name to each one. He hums as he pulls you in closer, a deep resonance vibrating through his chest, warming you in more ways than one.
Tell me it’s real, he says, almost silently.
It’s real, you reply.
He leans down to capture your lips, pausing above you to nudge his nose against yours and smile.
I’ve waited so long for this, he says as he finally presses his lips against yours softly. His movements are gentle but insistent, trying to communicate with you, speaking quietly of the years of yearning that have been building. Your skin sings with the way his hands splay on your lower back, pushing your pelvis into him as he presses his tongue against your lips, asking for permission. The kiss deepens and you fall further into him, molding yourself against him. Your hands wind their way into his hair, those ice blond strands wrapped up in your grasp.
A small tug has him detaching from your mouth in a gasp, arching into you ever so slightly as his eyes flutter shut. His fingers find purchase in your plush hips, gripping into you harshly as he yanks you even closer to his body, no space between your body and his. Your breasts press into him, feeling his every breath move against you. He groans at the feel of you before he wraps you up into another kiss, this one more fervent. The way your soft body fits against his so well has his tongue dancing with yours, surging into you then backing away, teasing you until your body feels like it’s on fire.
You whimper into his mouth when he shifts, coaxing your feet apart to slot his thigh between your legs. He bears down on your hips, pressing your core against his flexed muscle. Liquid heat pools in your belly as he starts rocking against you, feeling his length against your hip, pleading for friction. His hands snake down to grab onto your ass, kneading into the thick flesh, controlling the pace of your grinding into him.
You feel that arousal building inside of you, the tension has you clenching while you rut your hips against him. You feel how wet your panties have become as they slide over your clit, your hips stuttering against him, nearing your peak.
Felix, I’m- you start to say but he cuts you off with a kiss.
Come for me, y/n, he murmurs against your lips. I want all of you. I wanna feel you lose control.
His words have you moaning, your brow furrowing as your hips shake. He holds you steady as he bounces his leg slightly to add extra pressure. You gasp, feeling your muscles tighten.
Give it all to me, he whispers against your lips. It belongs to me.
His voice sounds distant as you feel yourself coming to the edge.
Suddenly, your eyes flutter open. You find yourself in bed, thrusting pitifully against your pillow, your heart racing and your skin flush with arousal. As you start to pull yourself out of the dream you were so wrapped up in, your orgasm shatters through you, moaning into the dark of your room. Your legs shake as your core muscles flutter, throbbing at the thought of Felix’s mouth on yours. As you start to come down from your high and settle into reality, you can feel your own pulse in your clit, your legs tangled in your sheets with a pillow between your legs, forehead glistening with sweat.
It felt so real, like you could actually feel the ghost of his hands on your ass rocking you against his body, his groans ricocheting in your chest. You haven’t had a dream like that in ages, it was so vivid. You wanted it to be real so badly.
That settles it. You reach for your phone, the light piercing through the darkness, staring at the clock that reads 4:26 AM. Opening your messaging app, you type out a quick text and hit send.
you: okay Felix, let’s do it. Will you be my plus one?
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could you do something with joe based on obsessed by olivia rodrigo?
obsessed. || joe burrow
(this is my first time doing something that’s writing instead of social media, and it’s longer than expected. i hope you enjoy.)
*if i told you how much i think about her, you’d think i was in love. *
I’m not typically an insecure person by any means, but when it comes to her I can’t help myself. When Joe and I first started dating everyone online made sure I knew that they wanted it to be her. That they were rooting for the downfall of our relationship because they believed he was meant to be with someone else. It took a huge toll on my mental health in the beginning. And as much as I like to pretend I don’t think about it, it’s never gone away. I compare myself to her at every turn, think about her often, curious if he thinks about her also..
*i’m so obsessed with your ex, i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed.*
Joe and I had been dating for a while and he finally asked me to move in. I was ecstatic, spending every single day with the person I love sounded like a dream. No one could take the smile off my face, except her. Joe had told me to use the bedside table for some of my things, he told me to make myself at home because that’s what this place is now. I opened the drawer and found a peppermint chapstick and some lightly salted almonds.
“Hey babe?” I say loud enough for Joe to hear me from the ensuite bathroom.
“What’s up?” He pokes his head out of the door, toothbrush dangling out of his mouth.
“I was just wondering what I should do with these? I’m assuming they don’t belong to you..” I mumble, I didn’t even have to listen to his answer, I knew who’s they were.
“Uh.” Joe is frozen speechless for a moment before recovering, “Yeah, babe just toss them in the trash.”
He turns back to the sink to finish his nighttime routine and I sit there lost in my thoughts. I don’t want to think about her, I don’t want to think about the love he had before me because it’s over for a reason. But knowing that she has slept on this side of the bed that we now share is doing something detrimental to my brain. When Joe steps out of the bathroom it doesn’t take him long to notice the look on my face and the items still lingering in my hands. He walks over and gently opens my fingers to take them and toss them in the trash. When he comes back he tilts up my chin to look me in the eyes..
“I’m sorry, I should’ve checked everything before you got here. You didn’t need to see that.”
“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t really expecting that I guess.”
“It’s in the past, I don’t care about that anymore. I always hated when she was crunching on almonds at bedtime anyway.”
We both laugh as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
*I’m starin’ at her like I wanna get hurt. And I remember every detail you have ever told me.*
She wasn’t supposed to be here. Joe promised me that she hadn’t RSVP’d and she wasn’t on the guest list, but here she is. Sitting across from me in all her glory, She is laughing with people I’ve never met and I’m reminded that I’m new here. I’m reminded that they had a whole life together before I came along, a life that included most everyone here. I’ve convinced myself people are staring. Do they want me gone just like everyone else? Do they think Joe would be better off getting back together with her? He told me once that they always had fun at weddings, he said things were good between them when everyone else was around. He said she smiled more and didn’t pay as much attention to the small things when there was so much going on around them. That she was always daydreaming about what they’d have one day and the tension would dissipate for a few hours. I wonder if she’s wishing she was here with him. She looks up and a huge smile spreads across her face, for a moment I think she’s smiling at me, then I realize that Joe is coming up behind me. For some reason that makes me sick to my stomach, that she’s smiling at him like that. He gives her a small wave before turning his attention to me.
“Would you dance with me? Please?” He adds at the end with his puppy dog eyes. I can’t say no. He takes me by the hand and leads me out onto the floor. “Have I told you how beautiful you look in this dress?” He whispers as he pulls me close.
“A few times. But I’m not tired of hearing it.” I laugh
“Well you do, I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off you. Everyone loves you, they’re stoked that you decided to come.” That Insecure part of me pokes it’s head out again. Do you mean it? I want to ask but that’s not what comes out.
“Are you just saying that so I don’t freak out later?”
“No. I’m saying it because it’s true.” I give him a pointed look, “And so that you don’t leave and over analyze everything you’ve done tonight.” He laughs, leaning in giving me a gentle kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I see her looking over at us and I feel like smiling because I realize.. he hasn’t looked away from me once.
*She’s got those lips, she’s got those hips the life of every fuckin’ party. She’s talented, she’s good with kids she even speaks kindly about me.*
Torture. That’s what this feels like. It’s Sam’s birthday today and he’s having a huge get together. She’s here, dancing with some of the other WAGs. Joe always said she was the life of the party, I wish I could hate her. I’m still trying to recover from the sickening feeling of watching Joe’s nephews run into her arms as they walked in when Jess approaches me.
“You’ve been staring.” She simply states.
“I know. I can’t help it.” I huff out a sigh, finally taking my eyes off the shiny bright light prancing around in the middle of the room.
“Maybe you should speak to her, she’s really great.” Bile rises in my throat at the thought of that encounter.
“That’s the problem.”
“She thinks you’re wonderful,” She doesn’t know me is what runs through my mind, “She’s glad that you and Joe are together. She wants him to be happy, and anyone can see he’s happy with you.”
“I wish that made me feel better.” I finish the rest of my drink and step out onto the lawn for some fresh air.
*I know you love me, and I know it’s crazy.*
I haven’t said a word since we left the party. Joe keeps looking over at me like I could explode any second, I can see his hand twitching like he wants to reach out and touch me but convinces himself otherwise. After several excruciating minutes he speaks up.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” He whispers, his voice gravely from sitting in silence.
“I don’t think you want to know what I’ve been thinking about Joey.”
“I think I already know. I just wish you’d talk to me about it. Instead of keeping it bottled up inside.” At this point we are pulling into the garage but neither of us makes a move to get out of the vehicle.
“Do you think about her? When we go to things like that do you miss her?” My voice is barely above a whisper and I’m holding my breath, I know he loves me. I’ve never doubted that. I think I just need to hear him say that he’s choosing me.
“I don’t.” He sounds so sure of himself, like this is the easiest question in the world, “I think about you. Every second of every day. When I go to things like that I watch you, I get excited when I see you with the people I care about, and when you’re not there, I miss you.” He takes my hand and squeezes it three times.
“They all love her.”
“And I love you. Hey, look at me.” I tilt my chin so that I can see him, “No more of this crazy talk okay? I love you, I want you, and I don’t like the idea of you comparing yourself to anyone else. You’re one of a kind.” I know. I know. I know.
“I think I just needed to hear you say it.” I give a small smile, “I promise.. no more obsessing over your ex.”
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Hey sweetie, could you do more Kelly and max with reader please, reckon their underrated
FLUFF!!! Enjoy reading and let me now if you have some requests. I will take a short break from writing to focuse on my lasts exams. But afterwards, I'll write all of your requests.
-XoXo
No Part 2!!!
Sunset Serenade
Max Kelly and Amira had always been inseparable. Their love story was etched in the sands of time, and the beach was their sanctuary—a place where laughter danced with the waves and secrets whispered through the salty breeze.
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the Amira Luxury Resort’s private beach. Max, with his sun-kissed hair and easy smile, spread a blanket on the sand. Kelly, her eyes the color of the Aegean Sea, unpacked a picnic basket filled with fresh fruit, cheese, and a bottle of chilled wine.
Amira, radiant in her sundress, twirled toward them. Her laughter echoed as she skipped across the sand, her feet leaving delicate imprints. Max and Kelly watched, hearts swelling, as she spun like a dervish, her joy contagious.
“Look at her,” Max whispered to Kelly. “She’s our sun, our moon, our everything.”
Kelly nodded, her fingers brushing against Max’s. “We’re lucky, you know. To have found each other and to share this paradise with Amira.”
As the sun dipped lower, they settled on the blanket, toes buried in the sand. Amira strummed a guitar, the notes blending with the rhythmic lapping of the waves. Kelly leaned against Max, her head on his shoulder, while Amira sat cross-legged, her eyes wandering towards the horizont.
“Sing for us, Schatje,” Max pleaded, his voice like a seashell pressed to her ear.
And so, Amira sang—an old spansih ballad of love and longing. Her voice carried across the beach, weaving through the palm trees and reaching the distant cliffs. Kelly hummed along, her eyes never leaving Amira’s face.
The sky transformed—a canvas of pastel hues. Pink melted into orange, and the sea mirrored the colors, as if the universe conspired to paint their love story. Amira’s fingers danced on the guitar strings, and Kelly’s heart swelled. She knew this moment was fleeting, yet it held eternity within its grasp.
After a while, Amira leaned against Kelly, her head resting on her chest. “Tell me a story,” she whispered.
Kelly glanced at Max, who nodded. “Once upon a time,” Kelly began, “there were three souls entwined by fate. Amira, the poet, sang of love. Max, the racer, painted sunsets. And I, the dreamer, wove their stories into constellations.”
Amira’s eyes sparkled. “What happened next?”
Max leaned in, his lips brushing Kelly’s temple. “They danced under the moon, their laughter echoing across the waves. And when the stars blinked awake, they made promises—of forever, of love that transcended time.”
Amira sighed, her fingers tracing patterns in the sand. “I want that,” she said softly.
“You have it,” Kelly whispered. “In every sunrise, every shared smile, every stolen kiss.”
As darkness settled, they huddled closer, wrapped in the cocoon of their love. Max hummed a lullaby, and Amira’s eyes fluttered shut. Kelly pressed her lips to Max’s, tasting salt and sweetness.
“Forever,” Max murmured against her mouth.
“Forever,” Kelly echoed.
And so, they sat—a trio of hearts, bound by love, watching the stars emerge one by one. The waves whispered secrets, and the moon painted silver trails on the water. Amira slept, her dreams filled with sunflowers and seashells.
As the night deepened, Max and Kelly held hands, their love a constellation in the vastness of the universe. They knew that tomorrow would bring new tides, but tonight—the beach, the music, and the magic—belonged to them.
And so, they stayed, under the star-studded sky, doting on Amira, their love story etched in the sands of time.
#formula 1#baby!sainz!sister#formula 1 x reader#max verstappen x kelly piquet x reader#max verstappen x reader#kelly piquet x reader#amira sainz
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Not In Front of the Fish...
Jake Jensen x roommate!Reader
follow up to Watch the Fish (see previous or JJ Masterlist)
Summary: You've caught Jake doing something he shouldn't, but there's no reason you can't string him along...and along...and along until the line snaps.
Warnings for smut (many references to masturbation, protected sex), horrible puns (yes, hello, I'm Ro, welcome!), heavy innuendo, trolling this poor boi as hard as humanly possible, taking the lord's name in so much vain, kinda *aggressive* foreplay, aftercare, fluff, and whipped!Jake (deserves a warning because I sure as sh*t wasn't prepared 🫠).
Blame @bigtreefest...or thank Essie, ya know, whatevs! No beta, we die drowning in the fish tank. MINORS DNI. And yes, @whiskeytangofoxtrot555, the glasses stay on 🤭 Y'all may not realize this but I myself am an ultra-awkward nerd, so I identify with Jake's struggle and yet would absolutely, endlessly tease this mothaf**ka.
"Hey, Jakey. Whatcha doing?"
Well, thank fuck he's not still hard standing there with his metaphorical dick out, the last image from your laptop's screen seared into his eyeballs of some woman taking a load in her open mouth.
"Need me--" you steadily lick vanilla ice cream off a spoon, some caught at the corner of your wide open lips "--for anything?"
He stares. He stares so intently he almost falls over. Apparently, he's leaned into his staring.
"My help, perhaps?"
Your tongue rolls across the edge of the refilled spoon.
He thinks maybe he'll cry if you keep this up, but for the love of Christ, please keep this up.
"No," he squeaks. "Just..." Must you be wearing short-shorts? Is it essential that your tank top dip so low? "...saying 'hi.'"
His hand flings out in a wave, five fingers managing to point in eight different directions because he can't commit to any sort of normal human movement.
"So... Hi."
Some ice cream drips off the spoon down your chin and to your chest.
Jake is not here right now. Jake has died.
"Sure." You wipe up your mess and keep eating. "Sweet dreams, big guy. You look ready to hit the sack after a long...satisfying...shower." You let the spoon dangle from your mouth while brushing past him, which you have to do. You have to touch him because Jake can't fucking move for the life of him, and he swears to god you made your hand sweep across the front of his hip.
He jolts to follow the contact before overwriting his hind brain. His hand slaps the wall as he catches himself trying before collapsing into a begging puddle at your feet.
He should tell you. He'd rather die.
He should admit what he's done, admit what he wants to do, but when he stops pinching his eyes shut for strength, Jake turns to find you bent over in the doorway.
"Hello, sweethearts," you coo to the fish, "what would you like to do this evening? Maybe watch another movie?"
You wiggle your butt and make this happy sort of popping noise that Jake can't unhear.
Fuck, is this a thing he's gonna have to deal with now? Listening to you watching porn? His mind instinctively scans your room for a glimpse of any toy you may have left out. He's dying, yeah, but dying to know what they look like, if he's bigger than whatever you bury inside you now.
"Jake," you repeat in a breathy way that has him swallowing his tongue. You've stood back up, holding a bowl with oozing white liquid that teeters close to the edge as it melts.
His dick could top that off in jiffy if you'd like.
He coughs. "Yeah, uh, what?"
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Fuck me, every muscle, bone, and braincell in his body screams at once.
All he manages is an anatomically-correct impression of a fish. No sound comes up from his desperate lungs. He flees to his room.
He hears you shut your door just as he shoves down the shorts he threw on and grabs a squirt of lotion from the bottle nearby.
Too many images speed through his brain all at once, cum and cream, sex and porn, your open mouth, your presented ass, that peek of cheek beneath soft fabric, the shadow along the seam where the material ran right through your folds--probably, at least, he's filling in gaps wherever he pleases--and the breathy sounds of 'Jakey' 'need me' 'help you' 'satisfying,' and 'anything.'
"Fuck me," he growls out in earnest, sparing no trick to get himself off as fast as possible. Maybe if he's quick he won't learn exactly how hot he finds all this. He already relies on you as the voice in his head.
It's like you're right there on the floor with him, cupping his balls and whispering in his ear.
So hard for me, huh? So heavy and in need of attention. Why did you wait to fuck your fist, Jakey? Had to hear me? Think of this dick filling me better than any toy...
He gasps and groans, shoving his face into the nearest side of mattress to muffle the carnal sound.
It puts his ear right next to his discarded headphones.
"Daddy was so rude just then, huh? I know. He's shy. He'll come see you tomorrow. He just needs to be all alone in his bed when he's tired. I know, I know. It makes mommy sad, too. She doesn't like to be all alone, but that's why I have you. Look at the camera and wish daddy goodnight..."
Oh, fuuuuuuuuck me, Jake wails into his sheets when he hears the sound of you blowing a kiss through the speakers.
Poor thing doesn't know you're torturing him on purpose, but at least he came...with his bare knees aching on the hardwood floor of his room and the nosepiece of his glasses digging into his eye sockets as he buries his shame in his bed.
You suggest he have the fish in his room for a while, like shared custody, but then he knows you would have access to listen to him via the livestream.
If he tells you you have to mute it every time, you'll know he might not have. If he refuses to keep the feed up or the camera functioning, you'll be suspicious of why. If he says fucking anything against your very thoughtful and adorable idea, it'll be a cold day in hell since he will endure all forms of torture just to see your elated smile as the tank is finally setup between his closet and his bed across the room from his desk.
The keystrokes from his work are too faint for the camera's microphone, and he proceeds to wear headphones for music, take calls outside, and never touch himself in his own room for weeks. Ok fine, two, he makes it two weeks.
Deprived of hearing you, which he grew rather dependent on, and needing to inconspicuously lengthen his showers, Jake is a mess.
Why didn't he record anything? Why would he??? He was supposed to get himself together like a man and either ask you out or get the fuck over it.
He even watches (but mostly listens to) porn through his headphones without touching himself in an attempt to fade the memory, but then you show up at his door, asking to visit with the 'kiddos' and checking with the Marauders if 'daddy' is treating them well.
He's not gonna make it, man.
You settle on his bed to read for a while because why the fuck would he say 'no' to you, and this is the part that does Jake in the most: his sheets smell like you after and turning in his desk chair to find you accidentally asleep in his bed just... He can't.
He's unwell thinking about how sweet you are, how fucking horrible he's being by fantasizing about you this way, how if he just had the balls to crawl over to kiss you, he'd--but he doesn't. He just gets worse.
He gets real messed up horny one evening when you're out at some fancy event with friends.
You leave wearing this dress that practically had him on his knees the way it molded to you and yet draped so smoothly in places. He thinks of his mouth molded to you that closely and his body laying so smoothly over yours.
Damn it. He has to do something. He goes into your room, and it's not that bad, he just picks up a t-shirt, that's all. He's not the world's worst perv or anything. It's not underwear, for god's sake, but on a fluke (because he has no idea how long he was in there) he climaxes at the sound of you yelling 'I'm home' from the kitchen and scrambles to the bathroom with his gym shorts wrapped around his thighs, hand still catching spurts of cum as he for sure doesn't calm down, with milliseconds to spare.
Thank fucking god you're slower to climb the stairs in heels.
He takes it back. He is the world's worst perv.
Your t-shirt mysteriously disappears until he can sneak it back into your laundry.
He runs out of floss and absently searches your drawer for--oh my god.
OH. MY GOD.
That...is a large, veiny dildo you have there. Oh fuck.
Jake slams the drawer shut without thinking.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, just...just gotta put floss on the grocery list."
"Use some of mine," you call out casually.
"It's fine!" His voice was too high and he answered too fast, but if he's not mistaken, you have now invited him to poke around in your things.
He feels slightly less pervy...and a hell of a lot hornier.
It reaches a point where coming in the shower isn't enough.
He falls asleep ok but wakes restless and craving friction. There's want and then there's need, and Jake fucking needs this or he'll never rest.
He goes on as quietly as possible, thinking that getting up, going to the bathroom, and turning on the exhaust fan will make far more noise than humping his sheets and biting his pillow.
The fish tank glows as usual at the foot of his bed.
Look away, kids, Jake thinks and immediately doesn't know whether to be sick or laugh. Daddy is gonna fucking die like this.
He knows it's pathetic. The entire thing has been pathetic from start to finish, but he's just too tired and too het up to care.
A few whines escape the insulation of his pillowcase. He misses the gentle patter of footsteps down the hall.
There's a soft knock followed by "Jake?"
God damn it. The one time he gives in, and he's already ruined it.
He tucks himself up into the band of his boxers which is not exactly subtle but can't be helped. Jake rolls out of his bed, finding his glasses in the dark to crack open the door with his body strategically behind it.
"Yeah, what's up?"
He can't make out a whole lot in the low light, but you don't say anything. Your arms are spread out to hang on either side of the frame, making your (again) very low-cut tank top his only focal point.
Well now he's sorta worried this has absolutely fuck-all to do with his problem. "Are you okay?"
"I...I thought..."
Your voice is soft and timid. It makes Jake want to wrap you in his arms, but he's still worried that you'll say you heard him and it's not okay and he's gross and this is all way, way out of line.
He holds his breath to better listen.
"I hoped you would have needed me by now."
What. Air rushes out of him like he's been tackled.
Sorry, WHAT?
"What?" the question finally falls out as he leans intensely again, shifting so the door doesn't slam in your face, his bare chest and lower half now visible as much as they can be. "You...what now??"
Your arms fall and you step forward. It looks to him like you move with trepidation, that your head is lowered in embarrassment, that somehow you're shy about your confession. Maybe you are, but only the tiniest amount compared to him.
"Tell me if I'm wrong, Jake." You slap one hand to his chest with a crinkling noise, and he swiftly moves to take the wrapped condom. "Tell me if you don't want this," you continue, lowering your voice and hand until your thumb grazes the exposed head of his cock.
Lightning strikes and super-charges his need.
"But if you don't th--"
He'll be damned if you finish that thought. Jake scoops your jaw into one big hand, angling you just-so, barreling you both into his door as it swings into his closet with a wobbling bang. He's clumsy and his grip goes everywhere to bully you flush with his body yet not drop your timely offering.
His kisses are feverish and sloppy. By the feel of you groping at his back and shoulders, you're not mad about it. He fumbles with the wrapper behind your back. It takes his attention away for a few seconds.
"I prepped for you," you whisper hoarsely. "I'm ready."
Jake has no legs at that point and takes you with him in a heap to the floor. While stripping away his boxers, he realizes his naked ass is high in the air of his room.
All he can see in his mind is fish pressed against the glass, staring, judging. Gah, not here.
He maneuvers into your hold again and says, "hang on," crawling to the hall runner so the 'children' won't see. No, he can't make it any further because his length is snuggled between your fucking thighs and somehow the hallway is a fucking mile long to your room. No, he's not immune to your whines from where your head is tucked in the crease of his neck.
Here's fine.
As gracefully as he can, Jake collapses onto you, collecting the noises he missed so much directly from the source.
For being made of such little fabric, your shorts are in his way, and he's genuinely annoyed to have to lift from you again, even though it's necessary to discard them and necessary to get the now-open condom rolled along his aching cock.
His glasses are already smeared from haphazardly exploring your skin. If Jake couldn't see before, he's all but blind now. The only garment close enough to try and clean them is your tank top, but he ignores it because it's still dark. He needs to feel you more than anything else in the world.
Lightly, your fingertips flicker down his abs and lead him to close the gap between you.
Jake groans as he lines himself up and easily notches into your welcoming heat. As aroused as you are, he still edges himself deeper and deeper in barely-controlled strokes, grabbing the railing at his side for leverage and stability.
He grunts instead of articulating how magnificent you feel. He moans instead of voicing what an utter blessing it is to finally fuck you. He gasps with the rolls of your hips because you taking control while beneath him just...unravels him.
This was too long coming, and he wasn't prepared.
Jake's apology for being fast to finish perches at the tip of his tongue when you cut off his words and the last of circulation to his brain.
You shake and pant, mewling 'yes' and his name, while your body squeezes him like a vice. He's being pumped to completion without moving another muscle, and, good fucking god, he has to hang on, falling to his forearm, keeping his open mouth hovering over yours.
Jake thinks maybe he just drowned and got brought back to life.
Right there, in his face are your precariously covered tits, nipples rock hard and taunting him. He doesn't care what his dick's doing anymore; he wrenches a strap down your chest and lavishes your plush flesh with attention.
Too long coming and in no way prepared... Neither were you.
Your hands brace his head, fingers buried in his short hair as you wiggle and hump at his semi-stiff cock inside you. Jake hisses in over-stimulation but doesn't stop you. He swears he will never, ever stop you.
His attentions on your breasts slow but he can't seem to let you go for a long time, long after your legs fall away from him, limp and twitching.
A pair of goodbye pecks is his parting gift before Jake nuzzles up the column of your neck and takes what little breath you've regained, curling his arms around you as his tongue curls with yours.
When he adjusts again, he realizes how sore he's getting from kneeling on the floor, and sits up to help you, too.
"Let me get--I'll just--"
Jake can almost reach a towel inside the bathroom from this position with his long arms, but he's sure to warm up the tap and trash the condom before returning to gently wipe you. He may have made a quick pass at his lenses in there as well.
You look dazed and delightfully sated, basking in the streak of light from the bathroom, leaning on your palms like you're on a beach somewhere.
"Fuck, you're stunning," he says without thought.
He...lingers a while to clean you up, overtly mapping these bits of you he hasn't seen yet.
"What took you so long?"
Jake tosses the towel up into the sink behind him and manhandles you into his arms.
"I might've ruined everything." He starts to lower you into your bed, but you don't release your arms from around his neck. "You could've kicked me out."
He's not going to argue. He won't say 'no' to you.
"Come here, you dork. You can't keep me waiting anymore."
Jake climbs into the cramped, cozy space with you, mentally noting that a bigger bed is definitely on the shopping list.
A/N: I am strategically leaving out my thoughts on the next morning for now because I'm just too excited, eeeee!
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Rempe & reader cuddles?
CUDDLES - M. REMPE
paring: Matt Rempe x reader
word count: 700
requested? yes
warnings: use of y/n.
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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the living room. You were curled up on the couch, a soft, oversized blanket wrapped around you. The gentle hum of the heater created a cozy atmosphere, and the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air. You took a deep breath, savoring the peaceful moment.
Just then, the front door creaked open. You looked up to see Matt Rempe, his broad frame filling the doorway. He wore a warm, endearing smile, his eyes lighting up as they met yours.
"Hey there," he said softly, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket.
"Hey," you replied, your heart swelling with affection. Matt's presence always had a way of making everything feel right.
He crossed the room in a few long strides and dropped onto the couch beside you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. You nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of pine.
"Long day?" you asked, your voice muffled against his shirt.
"Yeah, but it's all better now that I'm here with you," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
You tilted your head up, your eyes meeting his. The warmth in his gaze made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. "I missed you," you confessed, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.
"I missed you too," he replied, his voice a tender whisper. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment.
When the kiss ended, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound the occasional crackle of the heater and the gentle rhythm of your breathing. Matt's fingers brushed through your hair, soothing and calming.
"You know," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I've been thinking about how lucky I am to have you."
You looked up, surprised. "Really? What brought that on?"
He chuckled softly. "Just… everything. Your smile, your laugh, the way you make me feel like I can conquer the world. You're my everything."
Your heart melted at his words. "Matt," you whispered, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. "You mean everything to me too."
He tightened his hold on you, his embrace conveying a depth of emotion words couldn't fully capture. You felt safe and cherished in his arms, like nothing could ever harm you.
As the evening wore on, you both continued to talk about your days, sharing little details and inside jokes that only the two of you understood. Matt's deep laughter filled the room, a sound that always brought a smile to your face.
At one point, he shifted, laying down on the couch and pulling you with him. You ended up nestled against his side, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand continued to stroke your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
"I love this," you murmured, your eyes fluttering closed.
"Me too," he replied, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. "I could stay like this forever."
You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "That sounds perfect."
The night grew darker outside, but inside, everything was warm and bright. You and Matt continued to hold each other, the world outside forgotten. His presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, a reminder that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always have each other.
As the minutes turned into hours, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. Matt's steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest were the perfect lullaby. Just before you slipped into unconsciousness, you heard him whisper, "I love you."
"I love you too," you mumbled, your words slurred with sleep.
You felt him press another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered.
With those words, you finally surrendered to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace. In Matt's arms, you knew you had found your home, and there was no place you'd rather be.
#matt rempe fic#matt rempe imagine#matt rempe fluff#matt rempe x reader#matt rempe#nyr#hockey#nhl x reader
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Clarification #!
Hey Upper East Siders.
Clarification #1
Unfortunately there is drama going on my blog right now. I do NOT want to be portrayed as a bad person. And I also do not want any other bloggers to be portrayed as a bad person. And I do not want @noddingofcat to be portrayed as a bad person. Because believe it or not, I actually think the opposite.
Clarification #2
I know, I know, my blog is sassy and “mean”. People may get offended by the wording on my posts. Yes my “wake up call” type posts are harsh but that’s how I intend them to be. But what I do not intend is for people to get offended by my posts. The sole purpose of my posts are to help you all. As i’ve mentioned previously in many of my posts, babying people and letting them victimise themselves is something i’m strongly against!
Clarification #3
Behind “- gossip girl” I’m a kind and caring person. I don’t want people to feel like they can’t talk to me. If I didn’t care about you guys I wouldn’t make posts and share them with you and answer your asks. But know that if you want my respect you have to reciprocate the respect you give to others.
Clarification #4
I want everyone to acknowledge that I spend on average over 2 hours on my posts, gathering information and drafting it so that I can turn it into the beautiful posts that reside in my master list, on my home page that can be accessed very very easily. So it is frustrating when you guys don’t read them and proceed to send me an anonymous ask asking me the same question when there’s a whole entire long ass hell detailed post in my master list titled in big bold letters. 💀
Clarification #5
Please do not send me an ask if there is clearly a post in my master list that addresses it. I do NOT mind if you made a simple mistake and could not find it but please let me know.
Clarification #6
I do not allow private messages as it’s unfair for me to basically “privately coach” people selectively whilst rejecting others. I also simply just do not have time during the day for that.
Clarification #7
If somebody genuinely needs help and is going through something terrible, I understand if you would want to speak to me since i am a blogger who is educated on the law. I’m still learning new things aswell, and whenever I do I share it with you guys. But I want to let you know in the nicest way that I am not a therapist and I CANNOT guide you about things outside the law of assumption.
Clarification #8
I’ve received many asks in the past of people wishing death on me, calling me a psychopath, insulting me etc. Please understand that if you send me a passive aggressive ask like that I will not be nice and sweet about it. I’m not talking about @noddingofcat btw i’m just clarifying because this isn’t the first time and I DON’T want it to happen again.
Clarification #9
This is personal to @noddingofcat
I genuinely think you are a nice person. You tried to defend me thinking that @queenofuniverses was harassing me. I cannot express how much I respect that. Then you defended @queenofuniverses when I falsely accused her of sending me an anonymous ask. Honestly I really respect that. I’m not trying to get on your good side i’m seriously just saying what I truly feel. And I think everyone knows by now, I speak my thoughts.
Clarification #10
Thanking everyone who follows me for supporting me and my blog. I don’t think you guys actually understand that I care about you guys. I want you to all manifest your dream lives. And i’m DYING to hear your success stories. I completely freak out when l see a success story in my inbox because of how happy it makes me. So keep them coming!!! Not for me but for yourselves ❤️
P.S. I might stop my gossip girl theme and soon my blog as a whole because I don’t want to get caught up into any more miscommunications. This was honestly stressful because I know a lot of you look up to my blog and trust me when I KNOW it hurts to see someone you look up to, turn out to not be someone you expected. I’m far from being that person
Love you, XoXo
- gossip girl
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Chance Encounters
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Dwayne x gender neutral!reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A chance encounter cheers you up while on the boardwalk but was it really a chance encounter?
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.7 k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | n/a
The salty breeze swept through the boardwalk, carrying with it the laughter of children, the sizzle of fried food, and the distant melody of carnival music.
Among the crowds of people strolling along the wooden planks, you walked with purpose, eyes fixed on the colorful array of games lining the bustling strip.
You had always been drawn to the challenge of carnival games, the promise of winning a coveted prize lighting a spark of determination within you.
Today was no different. Pockets jingling with coins and a heart full of optimism, you made your way to one of the many game booths adorned with oversized stuffed animals dangling tantalizingly from above.
The game was simple enough—toss rings onto bottles, and if one landed just right, victory and a plush reward awaited.
With practiced precision, you flicked your wrist, sending ring after ring spiraling through the air. But each attempt fell short, missing the mark by mere inches or bouncing off the bottles with frustrating defiance.
Undeterred, you persisted, your determination growing with each failed toss. Time seemed to blur as you continue your quest, coins slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Yet, despite your best efforts, the elusive victory remained just out of reach.
As the sun descended towards the horizon, casting an amber glow over the boardwalk before blossoming into purple-blue, you finally admitted defeat.
With a heavy sigh, you stepped back from the game booth, hands empty and spirits deflated.
Despite your best efforts and a considerable dent in your wallet, the teddy bear remained firmly perched atop its pedestal, mocking you with its unattainable allure.
Once so tempting, the lure of the prize now felt like a distant dream.
With a sad sigh, you pulled yourself together, and just as you turned to leave, a voice broke through the din of the crowd. "Hey there, having trouble?"
You turned to see a figure standing beside you, walking from the shadows of a nearby alley, with a warm but mysterious smile on his lips. "Maybe a fresh pair of eyes is all you need," he offered, gesturing towards the game with a playful grin. "I'm Dwayne"
Blinking, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of curiosity as he gestured toward the game booth with a casual tilt of his head. "Mind if I give it a shot?"
You hesitated, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. But something about Dwayne's easy charm and genuine kindness put you at ease, and you found yourself nodding in agreement.
Giving him a small smile, you stepped aside, watching with a mix of anticipation and skepticism as Dwayne approached the booth. In one fluid motion, he picked up a ring, his movements confident and precise.
With a flick of his wrist, the ring sailed through the air, spinning gracefully before landing with a satisfying clink on the neck of a bottle. Cheers erupted from the crowd as Dwayne repeated the feat not once but twice more, each toss hitting its mark with pinpoint accuracy.
You could scarcely believe your eyes as Dwayne turned back to you, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. "Looks like we've got a winner," he said as if there was no doubt he'd win.
At that moment, as the carnival lights flickered overhead and the sounds of jubilation filled the air, you felt a spark ignite within you. It wasn't just the thrill of victory or the allure of the prize that captivated you, but something deeper.
"Looks like we make a pretty good team," he remarked, holding out the plush prize for you to take.
You accepted the oversized stuffed animal from Dwayne with a mix of gratitude and awe. As you reached out to accept the bear, your hands brushed together, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.
"Wow. This is exactly what I wanted," you said with a shocked laugh.
Dwayne offers to carry the oversized plush as he leads you down the boardwalk, seemingly taking the initiative to hang out with you without stating it as you follow his lead wordlessly.
For some reason, your hand itched to reach out and take his— but for obvious reasons, you don't.
As you walked along the boardwalk again, the plush prize tucked securely under his arm, you knew that this chance encounter had sparked something that would stay with you long after the carnival lights had dimmed.
You couldn't help but feel the weight of the evening's events settle into a gentle warmth. Dwayne walked beside you, his presence both comforting and protective. Now tinged with twilight's soft hues, the carnival's atmosphere seemed to pulse with an enchanting rhythm.
"Thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper yet filled with sincere gratitude. "I was about to give up."
Dwayne's smile broadened, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "Sometimes, it just takes a fresh perspective," he replied. "Or a bit of luck." His voice teases something more knowing, but that was lost on you.
Nodding, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to this man you had just met, who was clearly comfortable walking around shirtless under that jacket.
You couldn't shake the feeling that your paths had crossed for a reason. "Do you come here often?" you asked, trying to prolong the conversation but grimacing at the question you uttered.
"Every night," Dwayne said, his gaze drifting over the bustling boardwalk. "I have a lot of brothers, and chaos on the boardwalk is a nightly routine for us. Plus, I enjoy the energy— people-watching is sort of my thing."
"Your thing?" you found yourself eager to learn more about him.
"I'm a… free spirit, you could say," Dwayne explained. "Having a lot of time gives me the freedom to come here when I want. And you? What brings you to the boardwalk?"
You hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much to share. "I just moved here, and I guess the boardwalk attracted me. Something about the carnival games, the lights, it all feels so nostalgic."
Dwayne nodded in understanding. "I get that. There's a certain magic here, isn't there?"
The two of you walked in companionable silence for a while, the sound of your footsteps blending with the ambient noise of the carnival. You glanced at the stuffed animal tucked under his arm—a giant, fluffy bear with a cheerful expression.
It was a stark contrast to the earlier frustration you had felt.
"Want to grab a bite?" Dwayne suggested, breaking the silence as his eyes roam over you with a deeper meaning before he grins. "I know a place that does amazing food."
You feel something warm inside you at his question, whether it was him caring for your hunger or just wanting to spend more time with you. Either way, you were eager to follow his lead.
With a shared smile, you made your way to a nearby food stand, the tantalizing aroma of fried dough and powdered sugar guiding your steps.
As you waited in line, Dwayne's easygoing nature made the conversation flow effortlessly; he asked questions and then listened. You talked about favorite memories, childhood dreams, and the small joys of life.
When your order was ready, you found a quiet place to sit, the stuffed bear occupying its own place near you. The first bite of the warm, sugary treat was blissful, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.
"Delicious, right?" Dwayne said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as his eyes roamed your face almost as if trying to savor that instead of the food.
"Absolutely," you agreed, taking another bite. "You weren't kidding."
You continued to chat, the evening unfolding around you both like a storybook. The lights of the carnival rides twinkled in the background, casting a soft glow over their conversation. You found yourselves laughing more than you had in a long time, the stress and disappointment of the earlier game wholly forgotten.
As the night wore on, you wandered through the boardwalk, enjoying the various sights and sounds. You played a few more games, and your competitive spirits were ignited by friendly banter.
Dwayne proved to be skilled at more than just ring toss, winning a couple of smaller prizes, which he generously handed over to you.
"You're really good at these," you remarked, both impressed and envious.
Dwayne shrugged modestly. "Years of practice. As I said, my brothers and I have lived here for a long time. Plus, it's all about having fun, right?"
You couldn't argue with that. You were having fun, more than you had initially anticipated. As you reached the end of the boardwalk, the ocean stretched out before you, the waves illuminated by the moonlight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Dwayne said, his voice soft as he looked out at the water.
"It is," you agreed, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over them. "Thanks for tonight, Dwayne. It was… unexpected, but in the best way." being with him somehow felt natural, like he was always supposed to be there.
Dwayne turned to face you; his expression was sincere. "I'm glad I could make your night better. Sometimes, the best moments are the ones we don't see coming."
You smiled, feeling a flutter of something akin to hope. "So, do you think I'll see you again?"
Dwayne's smile was warm and reassuring, but it also reflected a knowing look, like you were a new part of his life now. "I'll make sure of it." He grinned as he said your name smoothly as he bid you farewell.
As you said your goodbyes, you couldn't help but feel this was just the beginning of something special. Your stomach tightened in an excited expression akin to a schoolgirl crush.
You can see him walk towards a group dressed similarly, like him on a bike. A wild blonde patted him on the shoulder with a wide grin, and a smaller guy waggled his fingers at you in a wave.
Turning away as a blush heated up your skin, you started to make your way back home. You grinned, walking past the final few stands on the way out.
With its lights and laughter, the boardwalk will always hold a special place in your heart. But tonight, it had given them something more—a chance encounter that felt like destiny.
Meeting someone who turned a moment of disappointment into a night of unforgettable memories.
As you carried your prizes home, it suddenly struck you that you had not introduced yourself in the flurry of frustration at the game.
So, how did Dwayne know your name?
#horror#horror slashers#slashers#reader insert#x reader#the lost boys#gender neutral insert#gender neutral reader#dwayne lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#vampire#vampires#lost boys
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The Fuck Up Chapter 4
Summary: Bucky fucked up. A few times. Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?
Warnings: language, smut, mentions of war, injury, pregnancy
Becca scoured the internet, trying to think of anything that could help her find Y/N. She searched local records and tried to find state records to see if her name would pop up anywhere. As she scrolled through her Pinterest one day she had an epiphany. She went to Y/N’s deactivated Pinterest page and looked at her username. It was a play on the nickname “honey” Bucky had given her and her favorite band. Becca started typing things in the search bar of her browser with that username or a mix of the two until a website popped up. It was a photography studio that looked like it had been started a few years ago, but its contents had picked up in the last ten months. Becca looked through the pictures then froze, gasping at one picture in particular.
It was a baby. A newborn baby with a full head of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes and Bucky’s nose. Becca stared at it, reading the short caption below it that just said: Avi. Becca looked for the contact information on the site and copied the email address. She made a new email under a different name and sent an email to the address asking about setting up a meeting to discuss pricing and ideas for a family portrait. She got a reply about twenty minutes later, and set up a meeting the following day.
Becca drove an hour away to the address the person gave her on the email. When she arrived she saw a small house that looked like one of the dream homes that Y/N had on her Pinterest and dream boards. She went up to the door, knocking firmly and waiting. She turned away from the door as she heard footsteps walking up to it on the other side, afraid of what she might see.
“Hello! You must be—” Becca whipped around to see Y/N standing there. Y/N gasped, her eyes widening and her body tensing. “Becca.”
“Y/N!” Becca cried and flung herself at her, hugging her tight. “We’ve been looking for you. Why did you…” she pulled away and held Y/N’s face, who looked like she was in shock. “I know what happened the night before Bucky left. He was such an idiot. But Mom and Dad and I have been worried sick wondering where you were. You’re family, you can’t just up and disappear—”
A baby cry came from inside the house, snapping Y/N out of her stupor and she closed her eyes as the crying continued. Becca froze at the sound. “Come in. I need to go get him,” Y/N instructed and turned back inside the house. Becca did as she said and walked in, closing the door behind her and looking around as Y/N moved to the side where a hallway led to some bedrooms. She went into one bedroom where Becca heard her speak softly. “Hey now, little man, what’s the problem?” Y/N came out just a few moments later holding a baby that must have been about a month old.
“You…you have a baby,” Becca said.
“Yes,” Y/N said as she walked past her to the kitchen on the other side of the house, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle.
“And it’s your baby?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s…a month old?”
“He will be in three days,” Y/N said, putting the bottle in the baby’s mouth, his little whimpers dying down as he ate.
“Is he…Bucky���s?” Becca finally asked, though already knowing the answer.
Y/N breathed deeply before looking back up at her. “Yes.” She walked over to Becca and moved so she could see him. “This is Avriel James Barnes. Avi for short.” She looked down at the baby and cooed at him. “This is your auntie Becca.”
Becca’s tears flowed freely as she held a finger out to Avi and caressed his soft, tiny hand. “Hey. Hey little guy,” she whispered. “He’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said, giving Becca a small smile.
They both sat on the couch in the living room. “Do you want to feed him?” Y/N asked.
“Yeah, can I?” Becca asked. Y/N nodded and moved Avi into her arms, helping her get into a position comfortable enough to hold him and feed him. Becca stared down at him. “Why didn’t you tell us?” she whispered, sniffing hurriedly. “We would have helped you. We would have supported you.”
“I know,” Y/N said quietly, looking away. “I just…after he left without saying goodbye I couldn’t face anyone. I understand why he did it the way he did, I just couldn’t do it again. Writing the letters, doing the weekly family phone calls, waiting to hear if he’d made it another week. He promised me he was done, and he lied,” she stopped, fighting back the lump in her throat. “So I kept my distance from everybody. I needed a break. But then I started to feel off, and I realized we hadn’t been smart that night.” She laughed bitterly. “It was just so spur of the moment, we weren’t thinking. I got tested and…here he is,” she gestured toward Avi.
Becca nodded. “I get it. But, we miss you,” she said, looking at Y/N pitifully. “Mom has been freaking out, Dad’s always looking so dejected. Bucky is beating himself up real bad about how he handled it. And I’ve missed my friend. I don’t expect you to come home but…”
Y/N sniffed as a few tears of her own fell. She wiped them quickly. “He fucked up. I fucked up. It’s all just a really fucked up situation,” she chuckled. “I planned on telling him, but I didn’t want to distract him while he was out there.”
“Can I tell everyone?” Becca asked as Avi finished the bottle. She pulled him up to burp him as she looked pleadingly at Y/N. “Just to put their minds at ease.”
Y/N looked hesitant but nodded. “Yes please. And depending on how he reacts, you can give Bucky my information and he can reach out when he’s ready.”
Becca smiled wide, nodding enthusiastically.
“I found her,” Becca announced later that night.
“Y/N?” George asked, Winifred gasping and Bucky standing up from the couch.
“Where is she? Is she okay?” Bucky asked, his eyes widening as he walked toward her.
“Buck, sit down and let me explain,” she instructed. He frowned but sat back down and waited. Becca sat across from them all and took a deep breath. “She’s fine. After you left she said she needed a break. She was upset and just needed some time, and moved about an hour away from here. Then she found out that she was pregnant.”
Bucky felt like he was going to throw up. He thought back to their night together and realized that they hadn’t protected themselves. It had all been so unplanned, so passionate, that it hadn’t even crossed his mind. He let out a shuddered breath as he felt his mind short circuit. Winifred and George were speechless next to him.
“She gave birth about a month ago,” Becca said, watching Bucky intently. Bucky looked back at her, his eyes filling with unshed tears. “It’s a boy,” she said, looking at him with a small smile on her face. “She named him Avriel. Avi for short.”
Bucky broke down, his tears spilling over as he hung his head in his hands. Winifred held him, whispering soothing words to him as George reached over and put a hand on his knee. Becca moved toward him, kneeling in front of him. “She didn’t tell anyone because she wanted to handle it, she didn’t want to be a burden, and she didn’t want to distract you while you were out there.” Bucky shook his head, crying harder thinking of the fact that Y/N had been alone the whole time, going through a pregnancy and then giving birth by herself with no one there to help or support her. “He’s beautiful, Buck. Look,” Becca pulled out her phone and held up a picture to him. Bucky and his parents gazed at the picture of the baby, curled up in Becca’s arms. He looked like a carbon copy of Bucky, and he took the phone from her and stared at the picture, a small smile lighting up his face.
“Y/N is still angry, but she wants to see you. She says you deserve to know and be a part of his life if you want. She wants all of us,” she looked at him and their parents, “to be a family again. But we need to take it slow and do this right.”
“Please,” Bucky said as his finger grazed the baby in the picture. “Tell me where they are.”
Becca gave him a small smile and took her phone back and texted him Y/N’s contact information. “Text her, don’t call, and see when you can come over.”
Bucky nodded as he received the text and stared at her name on the screen. He contacted her there and then, with his parents watching him:
Y/N? It’s Bucky. Can I please come see you?
He waited until three dots popped up.
Yes. Tomorrow at 3?
Ok. See you then.
#marvel#smut#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#series fanfic#chapter 4#buckywiththelonghair#soldier!bucky barnes#marine!bucky barnes
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OMG OMG can you do something with angst request #10 "i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore" with peter :)))))) Ive been sad and need some angst to match the mood and who better to ask!!!
bereavement
summary: “i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore.”
content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, angst, major character death, grief, descriptions of ptsd, disordered eating (if you squint)
notes: omg tysm!!! i GOTCHU girl (gender-neutral). i really really tried with this one, i hope you enjoy it. i hope you feel better, dear anon. this fic made me cry lol
word count: 1k
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you had had a grueling day at work. you hadn’t slept the night before; your head plagued with dreams and regrets that you would carry as long as you would live. everyone was bothering you in some shape or form, plus, you had forgotten your lunch.
all you wanted was peter. you opted to walk to his home instead of trying to bear the late night traffic.
when you saw him, your shoulders finally released the tension that they had been holding.
“hey, pete.” you sat down next to him. “you would not believe how hard work was today. a rude older lady harassed me about messing up one of her forms, even though she was the one that filled them out.” you slouched and looked at the ground.
the honks of busy city life filled your ears. the smell from the rain lingered. “i forgot my lunch again. i don’t have enough to eat out right now either, so i just didn’t have lunch. but that’s not a big deal.” stomach pains were something that you were becoming quite familiar with. inhaling deeply, you continued. “i canceled more plans. i know you don’t want me to, but i just want to spend any time i have, with you. I can’t bear to be further away from you.” the sound of him scolding you felt like whispers against your damp skin.
you reached up and wiped a lone tear from your cheek. smiling as wide as you could handle, you tried to ignore them.
“i want to move to somewhere quieter, but i could never leave you.” you fiddled with your fingers out of habit.
there was a pause. your ears rang. “you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving, okay? i promise. i’ll stay here as long as you need me too.”
you waited; your eyes trailed downward, head turned away. the street was still slick with the combination of the oil from the city mixed with the rain. your breathing was fitful now, tears soaking the neckline of your top.
“i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore,” you choked out, your hands rubbing the sockets of your eyes. you scanned the graveyard before returning your gaze to where peter rested.
Peter’s headstone was simple; he never would have wanted something grandiose. you and may picked out a simple granite. it was more may’s choice than yours, you had been too hysterical to even cope with the fact that the funeral you were planning was his.
even through hysterics, it never really hit you that he was dead. not until he sunk in an urn into the earth.
he always insisted an urn, better for the environment. neither you or may could handle having him sit on your mantle. you both decided that it felt too dehumanizing.
his headstone read: Peter Benjamin Parker: Lover, Son, Hero.
“it’s not getting any easier. i still love you more than anything, peter. i’m not capable of loving someone else, i think.
“you’ve ruined me romantically.” you laughed at the thought. it was a joke, even though it rang truer and truer as each day passed.
“you are the highlight of my existence. good lord, peter. you mean so much to me. there is nothing that i wouldn’t do to see you again. or, at the very least get your pillow to smell normal again. it reeks of me.”
-
peter died in your arms.
you could not quite recall the turn of events completely, but you could very clearly remember what he had said to you last.
he stumbled into your apartment through the fire escape. it got blurry after he thudded onto the carpet.
there had been some criminal ransacking the city who had a particular vengeance for peter. every time peter went out, he came back worse and worse. the name of the scum that killed him laid dormant somewhere in your mind. you refused to even think about him, as far as you were concerned, he was beneath you.
you had known that peter’s crime fighting could result in something serious, but pete had always insisted that everything was going to end up all right.
“i got him,” he had said. you ran over to help him. everything you remembered was from the third person, like you were watching yourself from above. you couldn’t recollect anything you said in response. “finally you’ll be safe from-”
from this point everything was crystal clear. you could name the shampoo still faintly straggled in his hair. it was your shampoo; now tarnished with the intense irony scent of blood that congested the throngs of your shared bedroom.
“peter, we have got to call an ambulance.” you were getting frantic. you tried as hard as you could to hoist him up, but he resisted. his arms rested atop your shoulders as you tried and tried to lift him up.
“it’s my time, love, it’s-”
“no. just let me get you to the hospital. if you hold on just a little bit longer, we can get you fixed up, okay?”
he inhaled like he was going to say something. his forehead fell to your shoulder.
“honey?” you shook him. “peter?”
“pete? peter?” you hand moved to his scalp. you tried to thread your fingers through his hair to no avail. the matting from his blood halted you fingers as soon as you began.
“c’mon, darling. stay awake, okay?”
“peter?”
your screech was pathetic as he laid limply in your arms. his chest was concave and his left foot had been barely hanging on.
-
you changed your shampoo after that; the smell of it only ever brought you that night. whenever you closed your eyes, you saw visions of peter. you could not decide which was worse: the memories where he was happy, or the play-by-play of his soul shrinking away from yours.
nights were now filled with television reruns, your ceiling, anything that could keep you awake occupied your time. when you were asleep you could be with him again. but, you never wanted to wake up. the hollow throbbing pains of having him ripped away from you again when you woke made you an insomniac.
you doomed yourself to repeat this cycle. it was as if you ever managed to get over peter, you’d lose everything that you had of him. so, you clung to every crumb that remained. even though those crumbs were slipping through your fingers like sand and disappearing with time as days passed.
#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter parker#tasm!peter x reader#peter parker angst#x reader#angst#andrew garfield!peter x reader
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Vampire Wedding Part 1
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.
Drake: "I'm home!"
Drake returned from a spontaneous outing late in the evening.
Mitsuki: "Welcome back. You're late. Where have you been?"
Drake: "Well, I stopped by a tavern and got into a lively conversation with some folks there."
After saying that, he grinned and looked at me.
Mitsuki: "Is something wrong?"
Drake: "Nah, I just thought you looked as beautiful as ever, little fawn."
Mitsuki: "Hehe, what's with the sudden compliment? Do you need a favor?"
Drake: "Not a favor, more like an invitation."
Drake: "How about a date on the sea at night?"
Mitsuki: "Eh, date?"
Surprised by the unexpected invitation, he deepened his mischievous smile.
Drake: "I met a generous guy at the tavern who let me borrow his ship."
Drake: "I thought we could have a fancy night cruise. What do you say, Mademoiselle?"
Mitsuki: "Wow, that sounds wonderful! I'd love to go!"
Drake: "That's the spirit."
Drake: "Then, let's go tomorrow. There's something I want to show you."
Mitsuki: "Something you want to show me?"
Drake: "It's a secret."
He winked meaningfully.
Drake: "It's my special treat, so look forward to it."
Mitsuki: "Hehe, got it. I'm really looking forward to it!"
After chatting about various things, I fell asleep without realizing it.
I awoke to a sensation of something touching my cheek.
Drake: ".........."
When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Drake peering at me, gently stroking my cheek.
Drake: "A blood oath, huh?"
Drake murmured.
(Blood oath?)
I was curious, but my consciousness soon drifted back to sleep.
The next day, I hurried to finish my chores, and by evening, I headed to the port where we had arranged to meet.
(What will a night cruise be like? And what could Drake's special surprise be?)
Vlad: "Bonjour, Mitsuki."
Suddenly, I heard a voice and turned around to see Vlad pulling a flower wagon.
Vlad: "The sun is about to set. Are you going out now?"
Mitsuki: "Yeah, I'm going on a date with Drake tonight."
Vlad: "That sounds great. Have fun."
As he smiled, the words I heard last night crossed my mind.
Mitsuki: "Hey, Vlad. Do you know what a blood oath is?"
He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly.
Vlad: "Of course."
Vlad: "A blood oath is a traditional wedding ceremony in the vampire world."
Mitsuki: "A wedding ceremony?"
Vlad: "On the night of the full moon, the groom pledges 'eternity' by biting on the bride's ring finger."
(I never thought it held such significance.)
(But today was definitely a new moon, so it doesn't matter, right?)
Mitsuki: "Thank you for telling me. I should go now."
Vlad: "Yeah, have a good night."
As the sun completely set, the ship smoothly sailed through the dark sea.
Leaning on the railing and gazing at the pitch-black surface of the sea, Drake, who was standing next to me, gently pulled me closer.
Drake: "I've got to hold you so that you don't get pulled into the sea."
With a mischievous grin, Drake made me recall the word "wedding."
(I hope Drake and I can experience that someday.)
I couldn't help but swoon as I dreamed about a future where the two of us were pledging our eternal love.
(Drake probably doesn't want to willingly enter into a blood oath. Besides, the night of the full moon would be difficult due to the bloodlust.)
Drake: "Hey, little fawn? Is something wrong?"
Mitsuki: "Ah..."
Drake's hand gently tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Drake: "Pay attention. The show's about to start."
Mitsuki: "Show? What are you...?"
As I tilted my head in confusion, a streak of pale blue light illuminated the dark sea.
Mitsuki: "Huh?"
The light swiftly spread where I was looking, and the sea surface, which had been pitch black until just now, was now enveloped in a faint glow.
Drake: "This is my special surprise. Beautiful, isn't it?"
Mitsuki: "Yeah, it's amazing. Truly beautiful, but what’s actually happening?"
Enthralled by the waves of light washing over us, I nodded dreamily multiple times.
Drake: "Sailors say that these lights represent the souls of our departed comrades, scattered into the sea."
Drake: "When they spot a ship sailing at sea on a moonless night, they guide it safely back to port."
Mitsuki: "So they're watching over us?"
Drake: "Yeah."
Drake: "And for us, this light holds another special meaning."
Mitsuki: "Another special meaning? What's that?"
Before he answered, he gazed deeply into my eyes.
Drake: "Within this light, sailors traditionally propose to their loved ones."
Mitsuki: "Huh?"
Drake’s eyes, as he gazed at me, lacked his usual carefree demeanor.
Drake: “Mitsuki. I want to make you my treasure.”
Drake: “Will you marry me?”
I nodded with a smile, feeling my eyes well up with joy and love at the earnest words that reached straight into my heart.
Mitsuki: “Of course, I’ve been yours for a long time already.”
Mitsuki: “Please always stay by my side.”
Drake: “Mitsuki.”
As he called my name with deep emotion, he embraced me tightly.
I wrapped my arms around his broad back and felt his warm breath.
Drake: “I wish I could say you’re mine forever now, but there’s one more thing we need to do.”
Drake: “We still have something to do on the night of the full moon.”
His words made my heart race.
Mitsuki: “Are you going to make a blood oath?”
I asked nervously, and Drake blinked in surprise.
Drake: “You knew?”
Mitsuki: “Yeah. But are you sure about this? You don’t have to force yourself.”
Drake: “Thanks, Fawn. But there’s no need to worry.”
Drake put his forehead on mine and smiled.
Drake: “I’ll do as I please.”
Drake: “You just have to wait for me to whisk you away.”
Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue
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Jamil: I feel like doing something stupid.
Kalim: I’m stupid, do me.
Kalim: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?
Jamil: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.
Jamil: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.
Kalim: Oh. We're going out?
Jamil: Wh...
Kalim: Wow, Jamil, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.
Jamil: We literally slept together yesterday.
Kalim: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.
Kalim: Know why I called you in here?
Jamil: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.
Kalim: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?
Epel: Jack is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?
Ace: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.
Ortho: Tackle them!
Sebek: Dump them.
Deuce: Kick them in the shin!
Jack: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!
Sebek: If I fall…
Ortho: I’ll be there to catch you.
Ace: *looks at Jack* What if I fall?
Jack: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.
Epel: *watches these two interactions*
Epel, to Deuce: And if I fall?
Deuce: I’ll be the one who pushed you.
Epel: Just be yourself.
Deuce: Really? Epel, I have one day to win over Ortho’s parents.
Deuce: How long did it take for you guys to like me?
Jack: Couple of weeks.
Ace: Six months.
Sebek: Jury’s still out.
Deuce: See Epel? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!
Jack: From now on we will be using code names.
Jack: You can address me as Eagle One.
Jack: Sebek is “been there done that”.
Jack: Ace is “currently doing that”.
Jack: Epel is “it happened once in a dream”.
Jack: Ortho is “if I had to pick a gal”.
Jack: And Deuce is..
Jack: Eagle Two
Deuce: Oh thank god.
Epel: Is it still visible? Where Sebek slapped me?
Jack: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.
Ace: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.
Deuce: A palm reader could tell Sebek's future by looking at your face.
Ortho: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.
Epel: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.
Sebek: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Sebek, points at Ortho: Married a lesbian.
Sebek, points at Deuce: Left a man at the altar.
Sebek, points at Jack: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Sebek, points at Ace: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Sebek, points at Epel: Lives in a box!
(Silas in my Scarabia oc he is Kalims younger brother. Ashton is my Octavinel oc and he is Azuls younger half brother)
Deuce: Silas, we need that!
Silas, holding Sebek over a trash can: Nope.
Deuce: Gimme it—
Silas: It’s garbage.
Yuu: We all have our demons.
Yuu, grabbing Ortho: This one’s mine.
*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*
Deuce: Thanks fam!
Ortho: Oh no.
Silas: *cries* I love you too.
Ashton: Sounds fake, but okay.
Sebek: *A flustered mess*
Yuu: Can I get a refund?
Jack: Tommorrow's garbage day.
Silas: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.
*talking about Ashton*
Epel: They are beauty.
Ortho: They are grace.
Silas, runnning into the room: THEY CAN DESTROY THE HUMAN RACE!
Ace: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Ashton: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Ace:
Ashton: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Sebek: We know what you meant.
Epel: look Ortho, I'm not slut shaming you but...
Epel: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.
Ashton: What are you in the mood for?
Sebek: World domination.
Ashton: That's a bit ambitious.
Sebek: You are my world.
Ashton: Aww...
Sebek:
Ashton:
Sebek:
Ashton: OH.
Ashton: Oh~
Floyd: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*
Riddle: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?
Floyd: I—
Floyd: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.
Azul: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
Idia: Do you think sex without love is a sin?
Floyd: If it is, I’ll see you in hell
Azul: Go fuck yourself.
Jade, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch
Jade: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.
Floyd: Oh yeah? Then continue this.
Floyd: I don't cook I don't clean-
Jade: So let me tell you how I got this ring.
Jade & Floyd: .....
Jade & Floyd: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-
Azul: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.
Idia: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?
Azul: Seize the dick.
Azul: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Idia periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’
Azul: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.
Azul: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
Idia: It was autocorrect.
Azul: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?
Idia: Yes.
Azul: I want you back...
Idia: 3 words, 8 letters. Say it, and I'm yours.
Azul: I got food?
Idia: ...you know me so well.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst incorrect quotes#disney twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#disney twst#incorrect twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst yuu#ortho shroud#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#ace trapolla#deuce spade#jack howl#epel felmier#sebek zigvolt#riddle rosehearts#jade leech#floyd leech#jamil viper#kalim al asim#twst oc#gay#transgender#trans ortho#poly first years#twst first year poly
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Saw your thing about mha rewrites, thought i'd throw my hat in the ring.
I've had a fic in mind for a while now that involved keeping midoriya quirkless, but instead of him just waiting for a quirk to happen, he'd actually been taking martial arts classes and such in preperation ( something that i find baffling that it didnt happen in canon) where the main issue for Izuku is pushing himself to far to prove a point.
but in this, he distances from bakugou, the martial arts training giving him a better sense of self-esteem or atleast a better sense of where his energy is best spent. I plan to try to focus more on the ORIGINAL trio, uraraka, Izuku, and Iida....and i wanna give uraraka OFA bc i think playing around with what improved gravity manipulation could do. i think she'd get it after the torunament arc.
Given how smart Midoriya was shown to be early on, I figure he'd make a lot of use of gadgets. infrared goggles, bo staff, head gear for better threat detection, and other possible improvements that he figures out throughout the year.
All Might in this basically supports Midoriya's dream by providing the funding for the needed suit and gear. and instead of HIM having the iron man suit with everyones quriks somehow....lets give that to Midoriya, to represent his entier class pushing him forward as a symbol of hope for anyone who thinks they cant be a hero just bc their quirk sucks, or bc they dont have one.
Nedzu is the traitor instead of aoyama, bc hes playing a game of 5d chess with AFO and knows once allmight loses his power, everythings going to go to shit, so he engineers events to happen at school with the lov to force the students to where they will have to be to survive the dark times to come. ie, doing a horrible thing, but he believes he has a solid reason for doing so.
Bakugou loses to uraraka in the tournament. seeing midoriya so sucsessful without a quirk has made him impatient and desperate to prove himself so he goes at uraraka full boar. now, im not going to make this an insta win, that just dosent feel right, BUT this loss will be the second in a series of losses for bakugou to start going ' what am I doing wrong?' one of the other losses being that Midoriya completes the test with him and bakugou fighting allmight, but with Bakugou unconcious bc like in canon, dude flew off the handle and tried to solo the worlds strongest hero, while Midoriya was more tacticle in his approach.
subsequently....bakugou dosent get kidnapped by the Lov, Midoriya does bc they think ' hey this kid is quirkless we can get him to turn' and its bakugou that fails to save Midoriya bc the students that failed their exam were all asleep during the time of the attack of the training camp. he wakes up and comes up short of saving the day, bc he blew his chance of victory.
but heres the problem. i have the first couple chapters hammered out...but this is all a lot, and theres so much more that i know is either going to need to be covered. like the hero comercialization, the hero system relying solely on allmight to keep things in check, the lack of proper aid to those with quirks that would require some extra guidance etc. I have the idea....but the idea of writting all of it feels daunting to say the least XD if youd like i could also ramble more on other points i have in mind for this fic idea
Ngl, this sounds really good. OFA!Uraraka isn't something I see often, it's nice to see her get some love. Izuku working hard to become a hero on his own merit is always nice to see, and we love supportive All Might. I'm a firm believer that if Izuku had asked at any other time All Might would have given him a different answer. Izuku just happened to catch him when he was in a place of self-loathing and immeasurable chronic pain.
No, it doesn't excuse his actions. But it's realistic. He also tried to suggest that Izuku seek out a similar dream, like becoming a cop so it wasn't like he said what he did out of malice.
Also, don't be afraid to completely rewrite Horikoshi's terrible canon system! It's filled with a ton of contradictions and inconsistencies anyway so if you need to change it all to make sense, 100% go for it
#mha rewrite#mha critical#bnha critical#anti bakugou katsuki#yagi toshinori defense squad#ofa user uraraka#ask
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