#I KNOW THAT I ENDED IT BUT WHY WONT YOU CHASE AFTER ME
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why didn't you stop me is the most satosugu song i am going to eat a brick
#totally normal about them#obviously#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#I KNOW THAT I ENDED IT BUT WHY WONT YOU CHASE AFTER ME#YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I DO SO WHY DIDNT YOU STOP ME#I LOOK FOR A PICTURE OF YOU TO KEEP IN MY POCKET#BUT I CANT SEEM TO FIND ONE WHERE YOU LOOK HOW I REMEMBER
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eddie munson x best friend!reader
summary: a previous request I had to write eddie and a weird girl!reader. edited just a tad for better flow.
cw: none
Eddie watched as you picked up another rock, examining it carefully in your hand before tossing it towards the lake. The two of you had been out here at Lover’s Lake for close to 2 hours now, skipping the rest of the school day after you'd asked him to bring you here during lunch.
The boys laughed at him for how easy it was for you to get him to do anything. But Eddie only gave them the finger as he trailed behind you out of the school. You never asked him for much, so who was he to deny you?
You and Eddie had known each other since he moved to the trailer park to live with Wayne. The two of you fell in and out of friendship over the years as you both went through the motions of life that got you to where you were today.
Sometimes you two were inseparable, and other times you kept to yourself. Choosing to be alone for weeks or months on end until you would knock on his trailer door like you'd just seen him yesterday. Many deemed you weird for your antisocial behaviors, including your own mother. But, Eddie knew you would come back around eventually, and he always welcomed you back with open arms.
With his legs dangling out the back door of his van, he brought a newly lit cigarette in his mouth to chase the joint he had just finished as he watched you do…whatever thing you needed to get out of your system today. He should have known you were going to want to spend the day outside with the overcast that had been looming. You hated the heat from the sun, preferring the shield of the clouds to cover you while you look for different bug or flowers or whatever you deemed worthy to be picked from the ground.
“Oh, Eddie!” Your excited voice had him jolting straight up, greeted by the site of your bright smile before him. “Look! This one’s got a fossil in it!”
Eddie opens his hand for you to place the rock in it. Your discovery stays hidden until you pull your hand away from his. And, sure as shit, there’s a print of some old ass plant or something on the side of the little rock.
“Woah, that's fucking cool,” he says, matching your energy for your find. He hands it back to you and you hold it in both hands, face beaming at your discovery. Eddie likes it when you get like this. The pure, unadulterated bliss that beams from you feels like it could cheer him up on his deathbed.
But after a moment, your expression falters. A crack in the joy of the moment that Eddie clocks right away.
“What?” He asks, looking at you even though he knows you wont give him eye contact back.
“Eddie, why do you hang out with me?”
Eddie reels back. It’s not the first time you’ve dropped heavy questions on him before, but he wasn’t expecting you to hit him with that one.
It was one he wasn't sure how to answer. Mostly because the answer was complicated.
Why was he your friend? Why did he like having you around? Why did it kill him when you distance yourself from him?
Okay, maybe the answer wasn't really that complicated. Rather, admitting it was.
Because the truth is that Eddie is completely head over heels for you.
Ever since he’s known you he knew you were it for him. You never thought that he was a freak for having a dead mom and a jail bird dad. Never judged him for being poor even for trailer park standards. Certainly never made any remarks about his music tastes.
He hadn't always been subtle about his feelings, telling you when you were younger that he would marry you someday. He still gets a kick when he thinks about the way your nose scrunched up at the suggestion.
He would pester you any chance he could, and Wayne had to tell him to not be so forward or else he was going to scare you off. Little did Wayne know that it would take a hell of a lot more than Eddie’s strong personally to push you away. He eventually realized how well you could meet Eddie’s energy, calling the two of you a match made for trouble.
Because Eddie loves when you would barge into his room without knocking to show him a painting you’ve finished. Or when you would tap on his window at 3 am because you couldn’t sleep, knowing he was probably still awake too.
He loved when you would join the Hellfire Club at lunch, telling Grant to move so you could sit next to Eddie’s spot at the end of the table. He loved that you wanted to be around him, and he wanted to be around you just as much.
“Because we’re friends,” he says casually. Your eyes lift to meet his. He can’t tell you how he feels. He can’t risk giving you a reason to run away from him. “It’s been like, what, 10 years now since we started hanging out? Why do you want to know now?”
Your eyes shift down, avoiding eye contact with him once again. You must be worried about something he thinks. He wishes he could read minds just to see what you’re thinking.
“I was just wondering," you say in a tone that tells Eddie you were not just wondering. "Don’t want you to think you’re obligated to hang out with me or anything.”
“What?” He shakes his head incredulously, laughing at the absurdity of your assumption. “I don’t feel obligated. I like hanging out with you. Promise.”
He sticks his pinky out for you to twist with yours, something you’ve been doing since he pinky-promised to be your friend when the other kids said you were too weird.
But you don’t accept it, crossing your arms over your chest and curling in on yourself. Your boot shifts as you nervously roll a rock under your heel. It’s quiet for a moment, and Eddie drops his hand slowly, not liking the way the air is shifting around the two of you.
Something feels off. Final.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to hang out anymore, Eddie,” you say matter of factually.
Forced. He can tell you’re putting on a front, like the one you put on for your mom. He wonders if she’s got something to do with this.
Eddie’s throat feels dry, breathing in through his nose to keep himself together.
“I don’t know why you would think that. Did I do something—”
“No,” you cut him off, looking at him in the eyes for a few seconds before averting your gaze again. “It’s not you Eddie. I just…”
Eddie stares at you with his big brown eyes hoping you’ll give him something, anything to try and fix whatever has you feeling this way.
“Don’t you want a girlfriend?”
Well that was the last thing he expected you to say.
“I’m sorry, what?” He blinks up at you, confused at where this conversation is going. You take a sharp breath through your nose, and huff, brows pinching as you become visibly upset.
“Well you and Jeff and Gareth were talking about how hot the cheerleaders uniforms are, and — and you said that if you had a chance you’d like to see what's under their skirts—“
“Okay, hold on, I didn’t say that,” he says defensively, but you give him a look that makes him back track. “Or, even if I did, I only said it because it was Gareth and Jeff. I didn’t really mean it.”
“I’m not mad that you said it, Eddie. I just," you breath in, a slight hitch in your throat as you do. "…I hear what those girls say about me…about us and…I just feel like…I—I,” you sniffle, “I don’t want to be the reason you can’t get a girlfriend.”
Eddie tries so, so hard not to laugh. Like, he’s really trying to hold it in because you’re clearly very upset. But he can’t suppress wide grin that slowly creeps across his face.
“Sweetheart,” he finally says, “You don’t really think that do you?”
Your only response is a silent nod and Eddie’s heart only grows more for you.
“Trust me, you’re not why I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says with a tone of self-deprecation. It’s not the full truth, because technically you are the reason, just not in the way you think. “Those cheerleaders wouldn’t want me whether you’re around me or not. And it’s not like there’s a line of girls dying to date me or whatever.”
He twists his rings around his fingers, waiting for your response. When he looks up, you’re looking at him like he’s got three heads.
“What?” He laughs.
“Are you joking?” You ask him very seriously.
“Joking about what…?”
“That you don’t have girls trying to, you know, get with you…”
“Oh, no, definitely not.”
A smile finally cracks on your face at his words, and an immediate relief washes over him. The tension in your body visibly washes away and you take a step closer to him.
“Okay,” you say with a soft smile.
“Can I ask why you’re so worried about me getting a girlfriend anyway?”
“Well, my mom said—“
He raises his hand, stopping you mid sentence, “That’s all I needed to hear.”
It warms his heart when you laugh, melting all the worries away. Though, he still can’t help feeling like he could lose you forever at any given moment. It would gut him if you really did decide that he couldn’t be in your life anymore. He already gets sick at the thought of you meeting someone else, someone other than him, and moving on to leave him in the dust.
“Why do you hang out with me?”
He likes the way your eyebrows shoot up when he turns your question back on you. He thinks that he’s got you just as flustered as you had him, but you look at him with a shake of the head as you speak very matter of factly.
“Because I love you.”
Eddie has to catch himself before he can get too excited. This is you that he’s dealing with here. And you could mean that in so many ways; as a friend, a brother, a lover. And, god, did he hope you mean the ladder.
“Love me how?” He asks carefully, trying his best not to sound to excited.
“Like…well, sometimes, when you do stuff that’s, like, really cute or makes me happy, I just want to—“ You bring your hands to his face, something you’ve done many times over the years when he’s going on about D&D or music or even just when he’s reading. He always assumed it was your way of expressing that he was being a bother or overstimulating you, so he would usually stop or change the subject. “—just grab you and kiss you.”
Eddie knows his face has to be as red as a tomato. His heart is going a million miles a minute and he can barely keep his breathing steady.
Holy shit is this happening?
“You want to kiss me?”
You nod, “Yeah, like, a lot.”
“Why haven’t you?”
Your eyes practically bug out of your head, dumbstruck at his words.
“I can do that?”
“Please?” It comes out breathy, meant to be a joke, but almost as a beg.
And so you do. Your soft, mint chapstick covered lips hastily meet his, head tilted ever so slightly so your noses don’t bump as if you’ve done this before. Have you done this before? Certainly not with him. It makes his blood boil thinking that someone other than him has ever gotten a chance to do this with you.
The feeling of your fingers gliding across his scalp, nails skimming in a way that sends goosebumps down his arms. He takes the opportunity to bring his own hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss.
When you finally pull away, Eddie leans in to chase after you. And when he finally opens his eyes, he feels sick—lovesick at the sight of your pleased smile. The way you’re looking at him with a sparkle in your eye makes him feel like he could do anything.
“Wow,” you say between the two of you.
“Likewise,” he says with an airy chuckle.
“Can I do it again?” You ask shyly.
“Sweetheart, you can kiss me whenever you want,” he says dreamily.
“Really?”
He hums in response, cut off with a hmph as your lips meet his again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
thank you for reading.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#best friend!eddie munson#best friend!eddie munson x reader#best friend!eddie munson x best friend!reader#eddie munson x weird girl!reader#eddie munson x wg!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson st#eddie munson blurb
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for the red rooms in devildom, imagine lucifer finally deciding to give red rooms a shot when he realizes mc will soon leave devildom and/or keeps rejecting his affection
Lucifer being the avatar of pride means he can’t exactly handle rejection. Maybe a few times at first, seeing it as a way to chase and have fun and to prove himself to you and sweep you off of your feet, but after a while it really gets under his skin.
Why? Why are you denying him? Sure he can understand being scared of him, he’s one of the most powerful demons after all, and sadly you were more than once on the wrong end of that ire and anger when you first arrived. He won’t deny that your emotions with those incidents are possibly why you wouldn’t want to be with him, but surely now you see hes trying to make amends? That he’d kiss the ground you walk on and make sure to keep you safe?
It seems you were serious about denying and rejecting his affections. You tell everyone at dinner what a wonderful time you’ve had, and how in three days time you’re expected to leave, back to the human world, leaving them to wallow in your absence.
Well, you won’t get away with that. He won’t let you make this mistake. He just gives a soft smile, a gentle hug, and tells you that he’ll miss you, but as you head up to bed and listen to Mammon and Levi’s blabbering and sobbing, Lucifer decides to make a rather last resort call.
The Red Rooms. The last place he ever wanted to bring you. While they care for the darling's experience, he doesn’t want to have to force this, but you’re really leaving him no choice!
He’ll make sure the rooms are to your tastes. Stuffed animals to cry into when overwhelmed, softer gags to be easier on your jaw, padded cuffs to make sure your delicate human skin isn’t bruised unless he decides to bruise it himself.
The demon chuckles on the other end of the line but once they hear who’s making the call, they shut up and show respect.
“Nothing rough. This is to prove my devotion and how I’m better than my brothers. I want only the best, the softest, the cleanest and the safest. I won’t hesitate to kill you and wring your blood into my food to devour. Do we have an understanding?”
He goes through the list, his mind getting even more perverted than Asmo as he pictures how he’ll make you moan and whimper for him. “Oh? Well I must admit that golden hellfire newt syrup would be a nice touch but I'm as ready as ill need to be. Yes, I'm aware it's a potent aphrodisiac but I assure you, my love and lust know no bounds when it comes to my sweet little minx”
The call goes on a little longer, Lucifer giving some final details on safety measures, only giving Diavolo's emergency number in case he completely loses himself, and so on. Who woulda thought the demons in the seediest parts of the underworld would be so caring? Then again it’s rumored Barbatos and Diavolo run the palace in disguise so…
When asked how they are to bring you in, Lucifer just smiles and tries not to break the phone in an angered crush. To think they’d touch you, it just sent a pang of anger through his core. But he knows they’re simply doing their job, so he can’t exactly kill them just yet.
“I’ll use the spells you have on hand, or ill bring them in myself under a guise of a last dinner together. You’ll know it's me by what I'm wearing. None of this better go wrong, or I assure you, you wont live to warn the others of my wrath”.
-Mommabean (HI! I hope you likes this bean!!)
#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#mommabean#yandere obey me#yandere lucifer#yandere demons#yandere red rooms au#yandere red rooms#yandere male#yandere x reader#pride bean#bean asks#bean confessions
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Cg kiribakudeku x little reader where kiri and deku use the reader to tell bakugou when they die something wrong bc they know bakugou wont be mad at her like they Set her in the floor so she can crawl to bakugou and tugs on his pants to get his attention and is like "dada makes the Vase bwoken" and bakugou chase them everytime they do it 😂💗
Broken Vase
BakuKiriDeku x Little!Reader
Hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request, was a cute idea to write for.
It was an accident Midoriya wasn’t looking where he was going as he typed on his phone. It was no secret that he wasn’t the most coordinated even when he was being careful. He was simply walking down the hallway when he bumped the stand. A hiss left his lips the second his foot made contact with it.
He didn’t notice the way the vase rattled and tilted before it fell off the table. By the time he reached out for it the vase was broken on the ground. There was a puddle of water and flowers. The mess was easy to clean up but the simple fact that it was a vase Bakugou received from his mother made it special.
Panicking Midoriya picks up the vase pieces outing them on the table. In his frantic attempt to clean up the mess he passed by her play room. Inside she was happily building a house with her legs with Kirishima beside her handing her parts.
An idea came to mind one that always seemed to prevent Bakugou from going into a fit of rage. “Pardon me Eijirou, I’ll be borrowing her..” he said picking her up by the waist.
Let out a noise she wraps her arms around his neck believing he was going to play with them. But as they left the playroom and she was carried into the hallway she noticed the bag of vase parts. “Uh oh..”
“Big uh oh..which is why I need you to tell dada..I’ll give you three scoops of icecream after dinner tonight.”
That was all she needed to know before she was nodding her head eagerly. “Okay!”
Bakugou was busy in the kitchen he was focused on cleaning the stove. Until he noticed Midoriya place her down on the kitchen floor before jetting off. He stood frozen watching as she crawled up to him holding out a bag of broken vase pieces. “daddy makes the vase broke.”
His eyes darted between the bag and the smiling little in front of him. The anger he was feeling boiling under his skin but he didn’t act on it. Instead he smiled as he picked her up placing the bag on the counter. “Hey muffin, what did daddy promise you this time?”
“Three scoops!”
The enthusiasm in her voice was met with a chuckle on his end. Carrying her out of the kitchen he makes his way to the playroom. Placing her down beside Kirishima he looked around the room before spoofing a tuff of green hair in her playhouse. “Deku..” he growled out before walking over and picking up the man by the waist.
“Wait Katsuki! I didn’t mean to-”
“SHUT UP!”
Kirishima shrugged before looking at the happy little, “so what kind of house are we building?”
“Boat,” she said pointing at the Lego pieces randomly out together. Nodding his head Kirishima got to work helping her as the two ignored the pleads of Midoriya.
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As long as you want- S. Harrington
Summary: After you pass out, your ex boyfriend now dear friend Steve Harrington is there to take care of you. And it leads to confessions
Words count 2k
Tags: Protective Steve and stubborn reader. Fluff, confessions and so much comfort.
Masterlist. Credits to: @valvlry
"Harrington, could you please stop?" You ask him, desperate, as he tries to grab your arms in an attempt to pick you up and drag you out of his car. You push him away, gently.
"No way Y/L/N, you need to rest" He is deadly serious, looking at you like you are bleeding out right in front of him, overprotective as always.
"Steve" You smile, reaching out to stroke his arm. "I just woke up!" He catches you off guard, puts an arm under your legs and pulls you up ignoring your protests and starts walking towards his house bringing you bridal style.
"Oh Yeah Y/N, sure you just woke up. Cause you've fainted. Fainted, you know that means?"
"Steve"
He continues rumbling, while opening the door. "Limp body. Eyes closed."
"Steve."
"Scaring me to death."
You don't reply this time and drop your head on his shoulder, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly with each breath as he carries you up the stairs to his room. His parents are not home, as always. As he climbs the stairs, you feel guilty, you want him to let you walk because you are fine, really, but you know it would be a useless argument and that there is no point in contradicting Steve when he enters in his babysitter-mode.
"Y/n, I'm being serious I don't want you to pass out on me again. Ever. " He makes you sit on his bed, gently letting you fall between the pillows. "Don't worry big boy, I don't feel like that anymore" He looks at you with an indecipherable expression for moments, so long that you end up wondering if you don't have something on your face.
"Harrington are you okay?"
He shakes his head. "Anymore? What do you mean with I don't feel like that anymore?
Oh. Suddenly you realize your mistake. You look away as he sist beside you. "Stubborn little girl. Why didn't you tell anyone?" You laugh lightly and then you sight as he grabs your hand and squeezes it in both of his.
"You know Steve we have bigger problems.. Demogorgons to fight, Mind Flayer chasing us and God only know what else. "
"Bigger problems? Y/n, What if it happens to you while we are solving some upside-down, evil monsters kind of situation?"
You know what would happend because you know Steve and the others. They would follow you. They would try to save you. Someone would get hurt, or worse, and it'd be your fault. You had never thought about it that, in short, you always thought it was your problem only.
You lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He follows your actions, turning his head toward you. "Y/n, look at me" His scent is everywhere around you, it comes from his body next to you, so close that your arms are touching, and from the sheets beneath you. "We take care of each other. Don't you ever forget that."
“No, I wont.” You can’t forget, it's like your mission in life for now. Your ultimate goal: protect the people you love from ugly supid monsters coming from another dimension, not exactly what your 14-years-old-self would have thought.
Steve's worried expression hasn't faded away yet. "What?"
"I feel like you should stay away from all this shit for a while. It's killing you."
"That's the dumbest things I've ever heard Steve." You reply, hiding the shock that comes from discovering that Steve Harrington - first your asshole ex boyfriend, the one who ditched you in freshman year, then (and you still can't explain how) one of your dearest friends- That Steve is now the person who knows better how to read you.
Cause it's true, It's killing you. You don't sleep cause of nightmares, you don't even eat and sometimes you forget about food until your stomach cries for it, you are tense, on alert, your mind always ready to look for plans to resolve the situation, seized by the constant fear that something will happen to the kids and that you won't know what to do. You need to feel control over the situation, and that's making you sick. Like, actually not metaphorically sick.
“It’s killing you, you have to stop” You roll your eyes even though he sounds worried, you're ready to deny till the end.
“Steve I'm not gonna die of tiredness it -” He cuts you off. “But you could die from fatigue... I heard that's a thing. Robin told me, she's worried too. ”
You smile to him. "Sweet of you two, but i swear I was...I was just tired cause I'm not sleeping well.. I have.. Nightmares and I forget to eat sometimes, that’s why I passed out” His expression softens, his dark eyes color with something new beyond worry. Tenderness.
“Y/n, you can’t protect everyone" He says, soft voice and you see sideways that he's still looking at you intensely. "You should take care of yourself you foolish girl" He lets his fingers run trought your hair as you get closer to him. His touch is warm and makes you feel safe. "You are my people, the least I can do is try to protect everyone".
"And what about you? Mmh? " He presses his lips on your head "How can we..." He takes a deep breath, seraching for the courage to tell you what his heart is screaming. "How can I protect you if keep acting like everything is alright when it clearly isn't?" You don't answer. "Can you please take sometime for yourself?"
"I could" You put some space between you bodies just to see how his face lights up. "But I won't"
"Why do you have to make things so difficult?" He sits up, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Let's reverse the roles: in my place, would you do it?" You ask and you sit up too, next to him. He stays silent, cause no he would never do it but... That's you we are talking about, your life matters, too many people would be devastated if you die on a stupid mission just cause you didn't take good care of yourself. "It's not like you have to protect me" He sates, low voice, looking at you with the most sincer, desperate, hear breaking look ever. It kills you more than everything else, seeing him so helpless, caring and worried.
"Steve, you're the first... The first one I ever protected it's not like I'm gonna stop very soon" You look at the shelf in front of you as your cheeks turn red.
"Really?"
"Is it so hard to believe? I've known you since we were twelve Steve!"
"And I've been nothing but a douchebag." Sometimes you wish Harrington could see himself for who he really is, instead of continuing to punish himself for past mistakes. "Steve Harrington, you are the most selfless, generous, courageous and caring person I have ever known. And if being an idiot for a short time in your life has led you to become who you are today, then that's okay." Steve gasps, amazed. He is not used to compliments, he is not used to having someone around who reminds him what he is worth and that he has nothing to be forgiven for. People, even unwittingly, keep reminding him how much of an asshole he was before.
" Thank you, Y/n." Sometimes you get the feeling that he would be willing to get himself killed in order to redeem himself
"Why didn't you tell me?" He continues. "Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares and that you weren't feeling well?"
"Again Harrington, we were busy keeping a group of kids out of troubles, It's not like my nightmares were important." He stands up running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're the most important thing I worry about" There is almost anger in his voice, a tremor, a pain that silences you. He cares, he really does.
You don't talk for minutes as he moves back and forth across the small room giving you indecipherable glances. And you know it's not the right time, maybe it never will be, but you're in Steve Harrington's room, the same room where you kissed for hours in middle school, the same where you threw up for the first time after an hangover, where you consoled Steve and listened to the vinyls you gave him. You are safe, you feel like there is no other place in the world to say what you have to say except here and now.
"Steve. Can I ask you a question?" He simply nods. "Are you still in love with Nancy? Or maybe you still like Robin?" You don't know where you find the strength, your face seems to be on fire but you still decide to look at Steve, his big dark eyes, his nose, his parted lips. Everything. You've been in love with this boy for ages and now everyone is in danger again and you feel like you should just tell him.
"No I'm not in love with Nance anymore and no, I don't like Robin that way." He frowns, he turns around pretending to look for something to hide his embarrassment. "Why?"
"Curiosity"
He takes a deep breath. "Do you still like Tommy?" You burst out laughing and he looks at you in shock, not understanding what's so funny. "Tommy? Stupid Tommy H? Christ Steve, I never liked Tommy I made it up like years ago? I wanted to make you jealous when you dumped me."
"He liked you, very much actually. " He points out, smiling. "It's obvious Harrington. I'm amazing how could someone not like me?" You joke, moving your hair from one side to the other in a playful way. But he doesn't laugh, he looks at you seriously.
He opens his mouth, doesn't say anything and closes it again, he does that at least four times until you decide it's time to say it.
"Steve" He lowers himself facing you, face to face.
"No" The words come out of his lips slowly, and you are confused but you feel something moving in your chest, you are certain that you know what will happen and yet you are scared. It is a new sensation, a pleasant pain, like a pang in the stomach. "I've gotta tell you something before you speak. Cause I feel like if I don't tell you now I'm never gonna" He sights. You notice him looking at your lips, and you can't take it anymore, you sit down and try to take the embarrassment away from your face. "Promise me a thing" You nod. "Promise me you will not die, until we are gray and old and you will have to scream to talk to me cause I will lose my hearing with fights and..."
"I won't die until then, I promise" You grab his hands and lean your forehead against his, your heart beating fast in your chest. "I wanna see you hair fall out and I wanna..."
"I want to spend my entire life taking care of you, Y/n." He cuts you off.
"Steve I need to tell you... I don't... Maybe it will ruin our friendship and maybe you will hate me but.. I can't take it anymore and..." Suddenly he cuts you off again, this time by kissing you. It feels so different from the last time it happened, it's like you are overwhelmed by Steve Harrington. His hands on your waist, your hands on his hair, and his lips on yours while he lets his tounge slip into your angry mouth. You could do this forever, giving him all you've got, 'cause you've always liked him even when he wasn't likable at all, even when things when difficult. He's part of you, like your own blood, like your own heart and you feel home in his arms. But you start to feel dizzy again so you gently pull apart from him, with your hand around his neck and with a smile.
"I love you too" He says, also smiling. "But now you really need to rest." He pushes you onto the bed and walks away to the closet to look for something clean to put on you.
"Steve, are you gonna stay here with me?" You ask. "As long as you want me to y/n"
#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#stranger things#stranger things 4#steve harrington angst#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#jim hopper#st4#eddie munson#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve x reader#stranger things fanfiction#strangerthings#reader insert
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SMG4: TRASH FRIENDS
I KNOW IM ON BREAK BUT I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS!
the cafe isnt looking so hot this episode makes you wonder what happen
im sorry did they just learn they could do this fklfkjlsd i know when they looked into their past they had the old memes do it but SMG4 just causally shared his memory with Three like how and when did they learn this was a thing they could do!
bet if you told your past self this is a thing they would think your crazy
mario may be their avatar but they cant do everything he does
nerd i love you and your need to roast your friend at random ass times.
my lord there is a in universe version of the series run everyone run!
his cafe is failing something he was proud of cause it made him feel like he found his place in the world after years of chasing SMG4 shadow is now failing the old demons are loud again and he is starting to yet again feel like a poor copy of SMG4. We know that Four doesn't think this but he is also the worse at reading people and cant pick up that SMG3 mental state is cracking as he feels himself slipping into the shadow being forgotten
color theory of mine is shining hard this episode when you focus on these two text colors are going. Given that SMG3 repeated a line SMG4 used in SMG4...are you okay? the start of its gotta be perfect movie story line i wonder if Three is gonna go through something similar its sorta reminding me of my fic next step which has Three facing his demons on what he did to four but in the series it seems its him facing the fear of being forgotten because SMG4 has always been popular memewarts trained Three he will always be in the shadow and that lesson is still there
SMG3 breaks down his true face is shown as seen by the color change he doesnt want to be forgotten and is taken by surprise with how mario reacted he isnt sure why he couldnt be open and talk about his feelings maybe because in the past no one cared to listen till now. Makes me wonder if this how adware could get Three if we got the bad ending could this feeling of being forgotten turn him to the dark side once again maybe lost to it forever? But this timeline we got the good ending so could this be a path to save Three maybe we will be tricked into thinking this is how adware gets him but remembering he has people that listen to his true feelings and know and love him for who he is will give him the power to push back the adware?
i mean damn Four i feel that you act like that way more then SMG3 personal thoughts
its out in the open his feelings and now four knows hopefully with this out in the open the can talk and work on how to move forward this change in SMG3 life isnt going to be easy but he isnt alone anymore
this is why i feel adware wont go after Three or fail to, yes he has negative emotions and strong desires that the adware loves to go after but he has his other half, his partner that when they talk about their feelings they can fix the issue and become stronger as a team. All thanks to moving next door that let him bond and have friends
homie accepting death while Mario is minding his own "ah the gays are at it again" is probs on his mind
and there we have it hopefully SMG4 can help 3 save his cafe and maybe work on the issue of still feeling like he lives in his shadows, the man has done so much to feel like SMG4 is better have a feeling this ep happen due to the votes on who is cooler on youtube (smg4 won it)
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First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.
What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.
I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.
It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗
Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔
MASTERLIST 10
You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.
It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.
Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.
Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.
Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds
Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.
When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.
Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.
In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.
There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since
Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.
He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother
It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you
“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”
“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”
Speechless.
You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say
“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”
You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say
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the weirdest thing about it just being the four of them is how insistent lu ten is about him and azula getting a vote in everything. hes trying really hard to stop feeling weird about it.
at first, zuko was more than okay with just going with whatever mom and lu ten have in mind. theyre the grown ups, after all, and they make a good team. they haven’t been captured, or even chased, so that has to mean something. it never really hit him how well they got along until now that theyre alone. he can’t help but start wondering about how long they knew each other before he was born.
and things between him and azula have been… awkward. he doesnt really know what to do with how well shes been taking this. something her and lu ten both do is that when they think nobody is looking, they get these really tense and faraway looks on their faces.
zuko is pretty sure it has something to do with dad and uncle.
it might be bad of him, but hes not all that upset about being away from dad. hes terrified of what will happen if they get caught, yeah.
but they wouldnt have any kind of fun in this crazy new life if dad was here, would they?
last night, lu ten grilled a bunch of big red fish over a fire, with some steamed bamboo. mom acted out a story for them as entertainment. its something she hasnt done in… well, forever. but she would stop and ask both him and azula what happened next, they both would yell out the possible answers, and mom would pick either or and change the story depending on which she chose to make the ending unpredictable.
its the ease he feels on ember island when just the four of them go, just in a different place. so maybe it’s not as weird as zuko thinks it is.
mom and lu ten decided that leaving was the only way to be happy and have opinions, so they left. the palace rules stopped that, and nobody went along with palace rules more than dad. so he didnt get to come with. mom and ursa aren’t very upset about that, so neither will he.
at the cost of his dad, yeah, and thats traitor talk, but hes alive, isnt he? agni hasnt struck him or everyone else down for being glad dad isn’t here, has she? he’s okay with that and they’re okay with that.
zuko decides as he stares up at the blue sky peaking between the tree tops, that he wont feel bad about wanting to be happy and giving his opinion anymore. and he’s not weird for that if mom and lu ten aren’t weird.
azula is way weirder than everyone that’s weird on the whole earth combined, though. so it might be harder for her to not feel bad about wanting to be happy or giving her opinion. or being happy about things that arent weird, because only the weirdest things make azula happy.
lu ten is better at talking to her than anyone else, but…
he scoots next to her on the rotted log she’s resting on, watching mom comically struggle to help lu ten prepare breakfast.
“do you miss mai and ty lee?” he asks her, forcing himself to sound casual. she hasnt tried to set his butt on fire since they left, but who knows what might change that.
“miss them?” she repeats, but not like shes mocking him for the question- more like she’s asking herself again.
“like, do you wish they were here too?”
his sister makes a face. “why would they be here? this is a family affair.”
“just go with it. for the sake of the question.”
azula rolls her eyes, but hums thoughtfully. trails off.
he tries something else. “do you think mom’s storytelling last night wouldve been better if ty lee was there doing interpretive dance?”
to his surprise, she snorts. “probably,” she replies. “and mai would probably enjoy the macabre of it all. the more drama and bloodshed, the better. you wouldn’t know mother likes all the dark ones just by looking at her.”
azula turns to him, suddenly. there’s something mischievous in her eyes that zuko immediately distrusts. “why are you asking? do you miss mai?”
his face immediately flushes. “no! i was just asking, cus, well…”
“oh, don’t feel the need to explain yourself to me, zuzu. its just the four of us in the middle of nowhere, after all-“
“i was just asking, cus you haven’t seemed… well… sad. about leaving. dad and the palace and stuff. you didn’t even say much when we had to burn our old clothes and wear this green stuff instead.”
azula pauses. she doesn’t quite scowl at him, but she furrows her eyebrows and twists her lips in this weird, thoughtful way. she turns back away from him and sighs.
“cousin lu ten didn’t carry me out of the palace like a little baby. he had to convince me why i should choose to come with. so this is me, standing on the decision i made. why should i be sad about something i chose?”
“i was asleep the whole time, but i think i would’ve said yes to mom if i was awake, too. i just wanted to know why you said yes. cus you… had more going on than i did, back home. this is… way different, for you.”
zuko really wants to believe that she didn’t just agree because she knew that dad wouldn’t punish her if they got caught. and he won’t know if shes lying to him about it either.
“i don’t think i would’ve said yes if mother was the one that came to get me instead of lu ten. even if, deep down, i wanted to come with. and then i would’ve been mad about it forever, and hated her and you and lu ten for leaving me. because mother just took you while you were mostly asleep, and now shes just lucky that you ended up being okay with it anyway.���
zuko startles at how easily she’s talking about this. maybe it’s the distance?
“but lu ten and i… are in the same boat. we’re the same, like how maybe you and mother are the same. and he told me how he felt. and i guess i figured i’d feel the same. so i decided to do the same as him, too. and i have yet to falter, just like how lu ten hasn’t faltered.“
his sister turns to him, very seriously. “father wouldn’t have done interpretive dance to mother’s stories. one day i’ll do interpretive dance to mother’s stories, and so will you and lu ten. so only people that are willing to do interpretive dance to mother’s stories are missed by me. does that make sense?”
he thinks he gets it. in this crazy situation, not feeling bad about wanting to be happy and having opinions probably would mean the same as being willing to do interpretive dance.
“i think my interpretive dance would be better than yours,” he blurts, instead of answering.
azula blinks, then narrows her eyes. “you wish.”
#i hope this makes sense. No it doesnt but we move#writing for children is really hard? Im not a writer#runaway fire fam au#alicias writing stuff
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end of the line, we finally reached the edge after all this time.
pairing ; miguel o'hara x gn!spider!reader
words ; 2472
summary ; miguel finds himself face-to-face with you—or a dark, twisted version of you.
tags ; angst, reader has hypnosis powers, reader is described with hair long enough to pull, no use of y/n, gender neutral pronouns/use of second person, i kinda don't know how symbiotes work
han's note ; still written with my spidersona in mind but it is very vague still! i recommend reading part one "i didn't find my love, but i still made it this far without it" because it wont make much sense without it. title is still an ethel cain lyric <3
part one
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As Miguel stepped outside of the portal, he was greeted by you. Not physically, but with your mask covered face plastered on every surface available. It seemed like this Earth—Earth-799—was on track to become similar to his own, with megacorporations feeding advertisements to consumers wherever they looked, influencing them to buy things out of indulgence and not necessity. He wondered, were you a pawn of these capitalists, or were you playing their game right alongside them? He looked around the city, trying to find Jess, but his vision was blocked by either electronic screens or holograms of you advertising some product.
This was his own personal nightmare.
“Jess,” he said to his Gizmo, “where are you?”
A tiny hologram of Jess appeared from his Gizmo, looking rightfully pissed off. “Why did it take you so long to show up?”
“Don't worry about it,” he said. “Where are you?”
“Meet me on top of Stark Coffee on Lexington and 3rd. I’ll fill you in when I see you.” With that, the call ended, and Miguel was left just alone with your smiling face at every angle.
In an instant, Miguel began swinging throughout your New York City, careful not to attract too much attention. The sun was beginning to set, and the twinkling lights of the buildings and advertisements were illuminated off his blue suit. He hoped this would go by quickly, smoothly. Catch the anomaly, return back home. He wouldn’t have to see your face in person, and he definitely wouldn’t have to set foot on this Earth centered around you again. Miguel considered himself rational, and logically, never meeting you again would be a guarantee that your life would continue on, unchanged. He flew with ease, managing to find the rooftop of Stark Coffee in no time at all. Jess stood, arms crossed and face with the beginning signs of bruises. He’d have to send her to the infirmary for a quick check up.
“Are you okay?” Miguel said, landing on his feet and walking over to Jess; he gave her a once over, noticing a few tears in her suit. Miguel tssked, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.”
“Fine,” Jess said, annoyance in her tone. “Maybe next time, backup will come quicker.”
“Good,” he said, ignoring her quick remark and looking across the rooftop and to the streets below. “What are we looking at here? Where’s the anomaly?”
Jess taps onto her Gizmo, pulling up information about whatever she had been chasing prior to his arrival. “According to Lyla, it's a symbiote from Earth-901220; it’s attached itself to this Earth’s Spidey. They’re incredibly slippery, as you can tell.”
Miguel’s jaw clenched underneath his mask. So much for not seeing you face-to-face. How could this have possibly happened without him noticing? “How long has it been attached?”
“A little under 12 hours.”
“Good, should be easy to detach then, where did you—”
“You brought a friend!” Miguel’s head snapped to the sound of the voice that rang out in the air. He hadn’t heard that voice in person in a long, long time—yet, there was a darkness twisted into it, something chilling, an effect of the symbiote. Standing on the edge of the rooftop, you looked him up and down. Your once red and white Spider-Suit was now tainted black, absorbed by the symbiote. You tilted your head, smiling wildly and showing fangs that rivaled his, and the black mask covering only your eyes crinkled with your smile. “He looks scary,” you teased. “Sorry you had to call for backup,” you said to Jess, “your ego must be bruised.”
She sneered. “Listen, if you just come with us, we can get that thing off of you.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, laughing. “This thing has been the best thing to happen to me in such a long time,” you extend your arms out like wings and tilt your head back, feeling the breeze in your hair. “I haven’t felt this free in so, so long.”
“Enough of this,” Miguel snapped. “You’re coming with us. Now.”
Slowly, you moved your head back toward Miguel, staring at him with dark, unrecognizable eyes and resting your arms back on your sides. You hmmed, as if in deep contemplation. “No. I don’t think I will.” With that, you fell backwards off the roof.
Miguel rushed to the edge, looking around. You were nowhere to be seen. “God damn it!” He turned toward Jess. “Go after them on your bike, I’ll be in the air.”
Miguel leaped off the roof, talons digging into the brick roof for more momentum. He shot neon orange webs out of his forearms, eyes straining to catch a glimpse of your black suit against the illuminated lights of the inner city. Miguel held firmly onto the web-line as he glided across the city, finally catching a glimpse of you haphazardly webbing away, destroying the electronic screens with your face on them as you went.
Miguel followed the trail of destroyed advertisements, calling your name as he etched closer. “Stop!” He yelled, getting close enough to you to grab onto your loose hair.
You yelped from the pain, losing your momentum and falling on top of a taxi cab. “Asshole!” You cried out, back stinking momentarily as you got back to your feet. The driver of the cab jumped out of the cab, yelling profanities, and all you did was point to the blue-and-red suited man chasing after you. “His fault!”
You made a mad dash away from Miguel, running across hoods of cars and cabs as you shoot another web out of your wrist, gaining enough speed to make a pendulum out of yourself. Your web-line attaches onto a nearby billboard, and you propel yourself forward as you maneuver through the city streets.
Miguel cursed to himself; you were incredibly limber, able to move through this labyrinth of skyscrapers. This is what Miguel hated about traveling to new dimensions—even though it was the same city as his own, the buildings were different; the landmarks were different; everything was different. You had a general sense of where you were going, him on the other hand, he had no idea.
What Miguel did know, however, were your weaknesses. All that time he spent, analyzing your skills and weaknesses, gave him leverage you did not have on him. Judging by what he was seeing now, the symbiote was amplifying your skills, not improving them. That must mean that the same skills you lack were ever present, and Miguel had plans on exploiting them.
He watched as you landed on top of a rooftop to catch your breath, stopping midswing to land on the rooftop next to it. Hiding from your view, he watched as you wiped sweat from your forehead, looking around for signs of him or Jess. Miguel scoffed at your expression; you seemed disappointed. You liked this game of cat and mouse. Too bad he was about to end it.
As you were getting ready to launch your web again, Miguel leaped into action, taking advantage of the blindspot you had on your left side. You yelped as he grabbed onto your waist, rolling the two of you over a few times before finally pinning your wrists above your head.
“No fair,” you said, shifting in his grip. “I was having fun.”
Miguel ignored you. “Jess,” he said into his Gizmo, “I got them.”
“On it,” Jess replied, the roar of her bike engine in the back, “tracking your location.”
“You’re the boss, right?” You asked from underneath him.
He grunted, tightening the grip on your wrist. What he needed to do was sink his teeth in your neck, paralyzing you like any other anomaly; but he didn’t know the effect of his venom on another Spider-Person, and the thought of hurting you scared him.
“Can you take your mask off?” You asked. “I wanna see the man who captured me.”
“No.”
“Why?” You asked, tilting your head up at him. “Are you ugly?”
He scoffed. “Quite the opposite.”
“Ohh I see, you’re just a tease.” You grinned, a fang poking out of your lip. “Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. How’s that?”
Miguel hesitated. Everything in him was telling him to ignore them, to web them up and get them back to HQ as quickly as possible, but… he hadn’t seen your face in such a long time. If he could just humor you, once, he could see you in person again. Everything he wished against an hour before. The last image of your face was beaten to a bloody pulp, and he would like to erase that memory.
With a sigh, Miguel nodded, his holographic mask dissipating to reveal his face.
You ooo’d. “Handsome,” you said. “My turn.” In an instant, the symbiote acting as your mask crawled off your face and onto your suit below, uncovering your face to the man pinning you down.
His gaze softened as he took in your features. There was a new scar next to your eyebrow, the mole on your face was on the opposite side, and your eyes were a slightly different color, but it was you. The one he lost, all those years ago.
“Weird reaction,” you said with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ll keep that reaction in my back pocket for later, though.” You looked up at where his large hand still had your wrists pinned down. “This was fun and all, but I’m kinda over it, so…” You looked back at him, staring into his red eyes. “You’re going to let me go now.”
For some reason, Miguel couldn’t break eye contact with you. Your words flooded him with warmth, and all the signals in his brain were turning off one by one. “Let you… go?”
You nodded, smiling softly. “Let me go.”
He did what he was told, his hand released your wrists. As he climbed off you, he made no move to recapture you as he sat on the rooftop, dazed by your words.
“Bye boss man,” you said, as the symbiote mask crawled back on your face. “Tell the cute biker girl I said bye too!”
With that, you propelled yourself off the rooftop, and Miguel sat stumped, entirely confused. After a second, he regained his senses. What the fuck. What the fuck? He didn’t have time to question whether or not that was the symbiote or part of your Spider powers. He immediately called Jess. “Don’t look them in the eyes,” he said, swinging off the rooftop as his mask appeared back on his face. “They have some sort of hypnosis power.”
“I’m assuming they got away?” Jess said over the sound of traffic. “Because I’m looking at them right now.”
Miguel spotted Jess’ bike up ahead, swerving around traffic to get to the symbiote-ridden Spidey wreaking havoc across New York City. “Unintentionally,” he said, making his way toward the two of them.
“Right,” Jess said, as she sped up her bike. She used a nearby ramp to propel her bike upward enough to meet you at the lower height of your swing, hitting you with her bike. You stumbled in mid air, somersaulting before webbing yourself to the nearest building you could find. With a glare towards her, you shot your web at a traffic light, using all your strength to bring it down. In seconds, a collision of cars blocked her path toward you. “You should make sure no one is hurt! You are Spider-Woman, after all.” You called out to Jess, swinging away from the mess you created.
“You deal with that!” Miguel said into his Gizmo. “I got them this time.” He was sure of it too; he wasn’t going to let you make a fool of him again.
Miguel moved hastily, zipping past the waves of people filming the chase on their smartphones and watches. You swung from building from building, using your Spider-Sense to detect the best course to deter the masked man following behind you. You laughed maniacally, enjoying the thrill of being chased, doing spins and twirls as if you were playing some sort of game.
The laughing stopped and was replaced with a grunt of pain as you suddenly glitched, blocks of colors and shapes cutting your web-line mid swing, a reminder that the symbiote that had claimed you was not part of this dimension.
You came crashing down, smashing face first on an electronic billboard advertising some sort of cherry flavored vodka. You slowly slumped down on the catwalk, unmoving as Miguel landed next to you.
He paused, blood running cold. He hoped—prayed—that you would move, that he didn’t just kill you again. When he saw you stir, he felt himself let out a sigh of relief.
Meekly, you sat up, turning on your knees to face him. “I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” you said, rubbing your head. “I bet it will feel like a hangover,” you said, pointing to the billboard and laughing weakly. “Get it?”
“That’s funny,” Miguel said plainly, before using his webs to tie you up. He knelt down, holographic mask coming off so this time, he really could paralyze you. He couldn’t risk you using that power again. His hand found purchase in your hair, yanking your head to the side to expose your neck. His fangs sunk in, and his venom seeped in, ready to attack your veins.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of fangs piercing you, but your lids fluttered lowly as the venom enacted almost immediately. “Didn’t want this…” You said quietly. “Thought I could be… someone else. Not Spider…” You couldn’t finish your words, your head slumping down as your body went still.
Miguel caught you in his arms as you keeled over just as Jess landed on the railing.
“Told you they were slippery,” Jess said, shaking her head. “They gonna be okay?”
“Should be,” Miguel said, looking down at you. He recalled the last time he held you in his arms, right after you had been murdered. He shook the thought out of his head. “I didn’t use enough venom to cause any lasting effects, but that means it should wear off soon. Ready the portal, we’ll get this symbiote off somewhere safe.”
Jess looked at your unmoving body with concern, before tapping a few buttons on her Gizmo.
The yellow portal opened at once, and Miguel scooped you up. He looked down at your features one last time, a thousand questions and fears flooding his head at once. Now wasn’t the time to ponder, or question whether or not taking you with them would be bad for everyone. Right now, his focus was on saving your life. Without a second thought, Miguel stepped into the portal, reluctant to show you his world.
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara fanfiction#atsv miguel#atsv#atsv x reader#across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099#spiderman 2099 x reader#hannah writes#its almost 2am... i got dnd in the morning... god help us all
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♡ Yandere demon x reader ♡
This story contains: Obsessive behaviour, gore, violence, neglection.
You stared at the sign infront of you with a smile. It says "Summer class workshop". A friend of yours asked if you could help them teach or guide the kids and having a heart for kids you agreed!
You entered the building and was greeted with bunch of kids chasing eachother and laughing with eachother. You grinned while you greeted some of the kids with a cheerful voice.
You looked around for a moment, trying to find your friend but suddenly you spotted a black haired boy sitting on the corner alone, their arms wrapped around their knees.
You decided to approach the male and you noticed how pale he was, and his black eyes that stared at the ground was now staring at you. "Hello, what's your name?" You happily asked the boy who just looked away, you sighed as you sat beside him. "My name's (Y/N). How about yours?" Your eyes flickered at his figure and you notice how he was fidgeting with his fingers making your smile drop.
You placed your hand on his back making the boy slightly flinch. "It's okay, i wont hurt you." You calmly said, while giving him a gentle smile. "I just want to be you friend." The male looked at you with sad eyes, his brows knitted. "But mama said that nobody wants to be friends with me. She said im too weird and i was just a waste of time." The boy said. You felt your heart aching, you've always hate the fact that some parents hated their child and how some of the kids dont have the proper childhood.
You carried the boy on your lap while you wrapped you arms around him, like a mother carrying their child. The boy's eyes widened at your actions but ended up leaning to your touch. "What's your name sweetheart, it's okay dont be scared i'll be your friend!" You said while you started to run your fingers on his black hair. "N-niko.." the male in your arms responded as he can feel tears started to form in their eyes, it was their first time having to receive this kind of affection from someone, and you were the first one who made him feel welcomed and loved.
The male on your lap looked up at you. "Can i marry you in the future?" After Niko said those words you felt like laughing but you just hold it in and you just released a soft chuckle. "That's impossible Niko. Im like 7 years older(yeah, you are still like 16 in here) than you and im sure you'll find someone better, the one that you'll love dearly and marry." You responded making the smaller male pout. "But i love you, and i'll marry you." He protested. "You are just confused." You smiled once again, thinking that wont really happen but oh my, how wrong you were.
It was theast day of the summer class and to your experience, it was really fun even though some other kids were annoying, asking too much questions but you were able to handle them, you were able to hold yourself back fromthrowingthemoutofthewindow. But a certain black haired would always cling onto you, you dont know why but they grew fond of you. Niko would always make drawings and show them to you or do some craft and show them to you, it was really adorable for you.
"Mj !" You shouted while you chased a certain ginger haired boy who was running around the place with your phone in his hands. Some kids in here are really unbelievable!
You finally catch the male and took your phone but he bit you on your wrist before running away. You groaned in pain, 'damn, that little shit.' You thought while you stared at your red wrist that was almost bleeding, wow he really bit you with all of his strength!
You went to the staff room and you noticed that you were alone, the other staffs wasnt here. You grabbed a tissue before placing it to your wrist, mumbling shit all over again.
"AhHHh !!" A loud bloody shrieked was heard from the kid's room. You rushed to there, worrying something bad had happened and yes something bad really did happen.
You covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes widen while you looked at the bloody scene. Niko was holding a bloody pencil, his figure was splattered with blood and you noticed the figure laying lifelessly behind him. It was the ginger you were chasing while ago, his left eye was bloody, and it looked like Niko stabbed him in his eye for a multiple times.
You couldn't speak and you couldn't move, you felt like you were stuck on the floor while kids started to approach you, staring terrifiedly at the bloody male.
Niko ..
He was staring at you like he was the most innocent things on this cruel world. He was staring at you like nothing happened, like he didnt just stab a boy in the eye.
You took a step back, your (E/C) stuck at staring at his black eyes that seemed to glow red and violet, a glint of danger in it.
"(Y/N)? is there something wrong? He hurted you!" The male shouted. You just shakily grabbed your phone from your pocket before calling the emergency.
"This is 911, what's your emergency?"
"I-- i need you right now please... A child got stabbed in t-the eye." You started, your voice trembling. Before saying those words, the phone fell from your grip.
"What? (Y/N) what are you doing? He hurted you! He deserved it! He deserved it! He deserved it!" You bit your lip while tears started to form in your eyes.
"(Y/N), he deserved it! HE DESERVED IT." The bloody boy screamed while things started to lift from the air and was thrown to the walls. The kids around you panicked, then started to cry loudly but you were still stuck, your body wouldn't let you move or like the ground wouldn't move. "Go. Go outside and ask for help." You demanded making the kids look at you unsure. "I said go!" The younger kids around you finally left, crying.
"What are you?" You asked, trying to look brave but right now you just wanted to move, but you can't.
The black haired kid laughed like a maniac. "Im your husband!" He said his voice becoming deeper and husky, like he is not the same young boy anymore.
Your breath hitched when he started to approach you but suddenly multiple people started to enter the room, and you finally felt relief while arms started to wrap around your figure, it was your friend who was helping you to get out of the scene while police started to crowd the place.
You took a last look from Niko, who just stared back at you with sad eyes as big tears started to escape his eyes. "(Y/N), why would you let them take me away from you? I thought you'd be there for me? I thought you are my friend? I thought you love me!" The boy cried, his voice turning back to a young child's voice.
You ignored his cries while you stared at your friend with your tired eyes, he was just giving you a gentle smile but you werent sure. Your vision was blurry and you could feel yourself getting dizzy.
Before passing out the last thing you heard was the desperate cries from the boy and his last words before your consiousness completely slipped away from you.
"I'll find you (Y/N)."
(I think im making a part 2 where reader_chan is already grown up! And guys guysssss it a demon possesing Niko, but it's a childish demon and the mama thingy thing he was saying was true ig?im gonna edit dis)
#yandere stalking#male yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere demon x reader#yanderedemon
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[ OCTOBER 14TH ] VILLAIN! IZUKU MIDORIYA x fem! reader
synopsis; the villain of the city, deku, has just kidnapped you, a normal citizen. he is wanting to make you his.
wk; 3k
warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, humiliation, non-con, spanking, paddle play, chocking, fingering (anal), creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, nicknames, bondage, violence, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamic, edging, bdsm, kidnapping, blackmail, power dynamics, anal play, orgasm denial, beta read!
notes; i had posted this on the 13th but for some reason tumblr wont put this on the tags idk why.
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evil was on the rise. many villains roamed the cities, practicing evil. conquering so much, affecting so many people's lives.
that was currently you. it was a muggy, rainy morning. you were off to work your shift at the cafe being a barista. you longed for the smell of roasting coffee beans and now that you thought of it, who knows if you were to smell that ever again.
“shit,” you cried as you held your phone up to your ear. the name displayed was ‘mom’. “pick up, pick up.” you repeatedly called her. your converses met with the concrete as you zigzagged between dumpsters and items discarded in the alley ways. the snapping of your head turning back as you tried to see if someone was after you.
you felt his presence. his touch. someone was out to get you.
the breath in your voice was coming out more strained as you tried to keep the pace in your sprinting. it was burning your throat. your legs were becoming tired and weak.
“please, this can’t be the end.” a tear fell down your face.
suddenly, you were met with a dead end, a brick wall. “no!’ you slapped, punched the brick, not caring that your knuckles were bleeding.
“i am not rich! here, take my money.”
a dark chuckle echoed in the alley way, “i don’t want that, idiot.”
you fell to your knees. head hiding between your hands as you sobbed, “then what do you want? i don’t have much.”
“for someone so irresistible, you are utterly stupid. it’s not material, it’s a game. it’s the chase. the way your heart is pounding from the running and the fear. it’s the excitement and thrill. the adrenaline pumping through my veins. y/n l/n-”
“how do you know my name?”
he continued without answering your question, “i plan to kill you. i plan to make you the front page of the news. girl dies because of the most wicked villain ever…deku.”
a dark shadow appeared in front of you. in a flash you were hit in the face, knocking you out cold into a black abyss. the single flow of tear falling down your cheek.
you woke up, startled. thinking everything was a nightmare. but the tug of your wrists in handcuffs connected to the chair was enough evidence to show you, this wasn’t no dream.
“help! help!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. you didn’t want to die. not like this. “please someone save me!”
“quiet already, god you’ve been nagging all this time! nag, nag, nag! when are you gonna shut up?” the voice exclaimed again. you saw his shadow, the dark outline of his body in the shadows.
“d-deku was it. is that your name.”
“being all sweet will not help you out in this situation. besides, you don’t know who i am?”
you were flustered, should you know.
annoyed and impatient with waiting for your answer, deku walked into the light. his body towered over yours. the side’s of his head were shaved and it was green. he wore an all black outfit, each muscle making an outline in the suit. he had some dry blood splattered across his face, perhaps from you when he attacked you. “is this better now?” he clenched his jaw in arrogance.
you took a good look at him. why did he want you?
“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer. oh yeah, that’s right,” deku appeared in front of you at the speed of light. he threw his hands in the air and smacked them on the arm rests, “because you can’t move your arms. or your legs.” he tsked. “pity, i would have loved to see that ass jiggle as you walked. well, i kinda did. i saw you run. damn you run fast too. i mean, not as fast as me,” deku smirked as he sniffed the side of your hair. he hummed, “your perfume mixed with your sweat is enough to dry a man crazy. that were, if i were a man. sometimes i feel i am a god.”
you tried to release yourself from the bondage, “what do you want deku? i already told you i don’t have money. and this little game of yours, why don’t you just end it? or are you here to tortue me?”
he tapped his lip in thought. in other circumstances this cute stance would be adorable, in this moment his thinking scared the shit out of you. “hmm, well if you count fucking you till your legs give out a tortue then yeah, i’m gonna tortue you so hard.”
your eyes widened and you almost wanted to cry again.
“i’m just kidding,” deku laughed loudly as he smacked his thigh. “ you should of seen your face. you were all like ahhh.” deku lifted your chin up, all submissive eyes on him. your neck pressed against his groin. “or am i just kidding? i mean, you are incredibly sexy. i’ve seen you around. in fact, i ordered a coffee from you the other day. i was wearing glasses, it was a pretty good disguise and i knew at that moment i had to have you.” his eyes darkened as the pupils enlarged. “i’m gonna have my way with you y/n and there’s nothing you can do about it. you can’t cry for help, can’t call for anyone. i’m gonna fuck you so good you are going to be begging me to continue fucking you. and then and only then, depending on how good you feel, will i actually see if i’ll let you live. one move and poof, splat, you’re dead. understand me?”
you shook your head, “no, stop! no i don’t-”
he grabbed your face harshly in his grip, tightening it. “i said, do you understand me, slut?”
you gulped, you knew what you needed to do. “i-i understand.” something heated up inside you. why was this sort of turning you on? was it his aggressiveness? his ownership of you?
you noticed with how close he was to you his freckles. he was such an attractive man, but crazy.
you quickly clenched your thighs, hoping deku wouldn’t notice.
his green eyes lowered down to your action, “are you wet, whore?”
you winced. you didn’t want him to know that. “n-no!”
“tell me the truth! don’t lie!” he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, gripping it hard.
“yes okay. i’m sorry! i d-don’t know what’s wrong with me. b-but i hate you! i hate you with my every being and i’m scared! help! help me!” you tried again, maybe this time it would work.
“awww,” deku feigned sympathy. “i know, i know. but see, good girls don’t lie. next time you lie to me i will rip you to shreds. don’t do that. here are the rules, no lying, no trying to run away, no being a bad girl or i’m gonna have to punish you. and you hate me? that’s cute cause after my cock is digging inside your wet pussy you’re gonna love me. now strip for me.”
“wh-what? you want me to strip for you?”
deku crossed his arms over his thick chest, rolling his eyes, “another rule, do as you are told. and no asking a hundred million fucking questions. i’m already hard.” he went down to situate his cock. and sure enough you saw a huge bulge through his suit since his suit was spandex. it was huge! you didn’t mean to stare but it held your gaze, hypnotizing you.
“enough staring! if you’re a good girl i can let you touch it. so listen.”
you gulped, you didn’t want to be embarrassed this way, it was too much.
deku unhandcuffed you and stuck the key and handcuffs in his pocket. he stood like a looming shadow, waiting for your move.
your shaky hands first started unbuttoning your shirt. you looked away, not used to stripping naked for a stranger.
“look at me,” deku growled as he forcefully shoved your face to look into his eyes.
you took your shirt off then you went for your pants. you managed to take them off while sitting, afraid to even move in case that made him mad. then you unclasped your bra. letting the material fall down to expose your breasts. in all of this your eyes never left deku’s and his stare got more intense and dark.
he inhaled seeing your perky nipples stand for attention. you noticed his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
after your bra then you went and took your panty off. feeling the cool air hit your wet cunt.
deku bent down on his knees and opened up your legs. opening up your folds and inspecting your pussy ever so closely.
“as i suspected,” he chuckled, “you are a little whore. look at you soaking wet. from being treated like shit.” his gloved middle finger ran up on your slit, collecting your ooze. his eyes looked for yours in reaction.
you bit your lip, trying to hide a moan.
“slut,” deku spat as he stopped touching you and backed away. he went to a warehouse table nearby and looked into his duffel bag. he rummaged through it and then threw an object on the floor. it was a wooden paddle.
“pick that up,” deku ordered you.
you stood up, feeling goosebumps litter your body.
“no slut! on all fours. like a dog.” he smiled evilly.
“yes, deku,” you went on all fours and crawled your way to him to retrieve the paddle. you wanted to crawl in a hole with how bashful you were but it also excited you. you knew you were fucked up but not this fucked up. something ignited within you. made you want him to overpower you, to destroy you. to overstimulate you. you wanted all of him.
you retrieved the paddle like a dog and handed it to deku.
“stand up,” he grabbed you by the throat and made you stand straight. even wearing heels you would never be as tall as deku. he was buff and thick, overpowering you to the point of death. he twirled you around, ass facing his cock. you wiggled your hips, trying to take in his cock but then you felt a smack on your ass from the paddle.
“did i say you could do that?” deku was fuming. he still had a hold on you by the throat. he needed to show you who was in command.
“no sir. i’m sorry.”
“that’s right. i think you need to be punished.” deku bent you over, ass directly in his vision, all opened up for him and spanked you hard.
you were bent over being spanked! it couldn’t get worse than this. you cried with each slap and jolted forward. you put your hands out to keep you steady.
“you are a bad little slut,” his words dripped like venom. your ass was becoming more sensitive and raw. you knew you were going to have bruises if you were alive tomorrow. “look at you. i can see your pussy pulsing from here. trying to take in my cock. you like this?” deku inserted three thick fingers forcefully. you gasped at the intrusion. it was too much.
“d-deku i can’t-”
“if you can’t take this then how the fuck you’re gonna be able to take my cock? look at that, trying to suck up my fingers too, disgusting!” deku slapped you once more with the paddle. slapping both ass cheeks. he then carried some of your goop and smeared it all over your ass and puckered ass hole.
“look at this hole. it’s so small and tight. look at how much it quivers. i’m not gonna lie. your pussy and ass hole do look delicous and you smell so fuckin good. it makes me want to taste.”
“mmmm,” you moaned, drool dripping from your lips as tears collected by your eyes. “please sir. please deku. i need your tongue.”
“you do, huh?” deku smiled wide. he spat on your asshole and smeared his saliva on the hole. “this should be enough.” he then shoved his thumb inside your puckered hole.
your mouth created an o as he entered. about to come undone and orgasm right there.
“you better not cum. you’re supposed to do that around my cock. now behave like a good girl and take it. let’s see if you can do my middle finger and pointer.”
that’s what he just did. he shoved his two fingers, slowly, igniting every nerve within you.
“oh my godddddd,” you cried. it was hurting a bit because he was stretching out your ass hole.
“i hope this little hole bleeds.” he laughed wickedly. “god, look at how you take me. your ass hole is starting to like it. you are truly a whore.”
“mmmmm,” you nodded as you started thrusting on his fingers. moving back and forth, taking his fingers in your ass hole. it felt so good now. your pussy was definitely dripping from the overstimulation. and the warehouse was echoing with your filth. it was moist and sticky, sounding like gurgling.
“yess, fuck right there,” you moaned as deku smacked your ass. he put more pressure and went in deeper in your ass hole. his fingers were flashing in and out of you, at a quick pace. he even started to curl his fingers inside you. you felt him. felt him touch and caress each and every piece of you.
then before you climaxed, deku put handcuffs on you again.
“wh-what?”
he didn’t answer. all he did was drag you to the chair and put your stomach first against the back of the chair. you were sitting opposite.
“deku?”
“sit all pretty like that for me. i have a surprise.”
daku again went to his duffel bag and that's when he showed he had your cell phone.
“deku what are you doing?” you were frightened. stuck to the chair by handcuffs. unable to do anything.
“i want to make sure epeople know that you fucked the worst villain in the world. that you were willing to put the worst man alive cock inside you. people need to see you for who you really are.” he set up your phone and tapped some buttons on the homescreen.
he fixed his hair and pressed another button. “hello world. this is deku, yes, the scary man,” he laughed. “i’ve done some things in my life that have caught your attention.”
your eyes widened and you wanted to cry. he was taking a live of himself and you saw all your friends were watching. surely it would end soon right? this was unable to be on the internet.
“now i know what you are all wondering. how can this be shown on this live? well, i hacked into the system so they can’t end this. but i have a certain guest with me.”
deku grabbed the phone and showed you.
“say hi y/n.”
“stop deku! deku i beg of you!”
all of your friends were watching. you were mortified. you tried to grab your phone but you were stuck. tears fell down your cheek.
“look at this ass.” deku slapped it with his palm. “all for me. and the best part, y/n wanted it. i mean look at this pussy.” deku did a close up of your cunt dripping. “you don’t know this but i just fingered her asshole that’s why it looks so red and swollen. all dripping for me. she really is a bad girl.” deku made his way to your face and put the camera to you. your mascara was streaking down and you had droll down your chin. “say hi baby!”
you looked away, face heating up.
deku grabbed you by your hair and shoved his tongue down your throat, groaning as his spit mixed with yours, even some spilling out the side of your mouth. he separated and caressed your cheek, then he spat on your face and cackled. “enough bullshit talking lets get on with the show! enjoy everyone,” he winked to the camera.
he carried your phone and took footage of everything he was doing. he took his spandex off and let you see his cock straight up for attention. some precum dripping down his sides.
“let’s see you take this cock,” he pushed your chair forward as if you were to fall and then let you fall down on his cock.
“ohhhhh,” you whined. your pussy was sensitive and even though you were embarrassed he was recording live everything. you didn’t care, you wanted no needed his dick inside you. “yes, right there, sir.”
“see! the bitch loves this!” he cackled. he pulled out and shoved back inside with force. each thrust full of energy. each time dragging itself in and out. it felt like it was about to touch your insides. you felt a bulge on your tummy.
“yes sir, yes,” your tongue rolled out as he then started going faster. his balls smacking your sensitive cunt, sounding gushy and squelching. deku groaned with each thrust, having superhuman strength that he could probably last all day.
that made you nervous too. you felt so full and stuffed from his cock. it felt almost impossible like he was ripping you.
“i-i’m gonna cum,” you cried, not being able to hold onto nothing.
deku grabbed onto your shoulders and pounded into you. the sound of skin slapping made you go insane. you tightened around his cock and urged him to cum.
“now slut!” he allowed you to cum.
“shiitttt,” you cried, squeezing him within you. “ughhhh, ohhhh. right there!” your legs shook like crazy. you were unable to keep still.
deku rode out his orgasm, slapping your ass repeatedly, loving to see the paddle marks knowing he did that. “fuck me. look at this.” he showed his cock and showed how all your juices glistened on it. then he did a close up to your pussy, showing his cream inside you, dripping and having squirted and smudged everywhere. “not such a good girl after all.” he turned off the live. “that’s probably gonna be breaking news tomorrow. are you excited to be famous?”
you didn’t care to listen to him, all you were doing was catching your breath. “so, are you going to kill me now?”
deku thought about it, pondering. “hmm, nah! i see more of use you staying alive. and i like you. so you’re sticking with me, got it. forget about your past life or working as a barista, i choose you. you’re gonna be bonnie and i’ll be clyde. you ready for the villain life?” deku smirked.
#cry baby *🧸*#mha smut#mha kinktober#izuku x reader#deku x reader#izuku smut#deku smut#midoriya izuku x reader#izuku drabble#deku drabble#midoriya x reader#midoriya smut#midoriya drabble#my hero academia smut#mha x reader
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y/n sneaking and taking aarons car to learn how to drive bc he wont teach her (with a friend that knows how to) and getting caught? i was thinking earth 42 bc miles probably has a motorcycle to chase them down (bc instead of getting out n getting in trouble they jusr drive off full speed)
(I Love this one)
You and Aaron were in a circle, when you asked him 'Dad can you teach me how to drive?' He would say 'yes' but weeks would pass and you still could not bee trusted behind the wheel, then when you would ask for lessons he would say no, because 'why should I pay for them when I could just teach you?' And when you pressed him to actually teach you, or for Miles too he would hit you with the 'We don't have time to teach you!'
So finally you had enough, enough of waiting for your Dad, or Miles to get off their ass and teach you, so you inlisted the help of Musa, her father had been vigilante on teaching her on driving since he was sick of shoeffering her places, drilling the road code into her like a second langue, and now that both Aaron and Miles had left the house, and the car you called her up for assistance.
Calling Musa Harada...
ring
ring
Musa: "hey"
Y/n: "Hi hi...so you know how you can drive?"
Mus: "Just about, yeah why you need going some place?"
Y/n: "No, not yet anyways I was just wondering if you'd be willing to teach me"
Musa: "Can't, Dad's off on buisnesse and took the car"
Y/n: " What about my Dad's car?"
Musa: "Your Dad's car?"
Y/n: "Yeah, who else?"
Musa: "Knowing how your Dad dotes that thing? If we took it out and even got one scratch I think he'd kill us both!"
Y/n: "Yeah...But if your even a half decent teaching I won't get any scratches and all will be fine!"
Musa: " But what if I'm a bad teacher and we crash?"
Y/n: "Are you a bad teacher?"
Musa: "I don't know Iv'e never teached anyone how to drive"
Y/n: "Well now's your chance!"
Musa: "...What's in it for me?"
Y/n: "$250 and Egyptian leftovers!"
Musa: "I'll be over in a hour!"
End of call...
And just as she said Musa was over by your window in a hour, letting her in as her long black hair whisked past your face she asked you...
Musa: "Where are my leftovers?"
Y/n: "In the kitchen damm"
So while Musa stuffed her face and her pockets while you sat beside her on the coach.
Musa: "So how are we getting in your Dad's car?"
You pulled out the shiny key and dangled it in front of her.
Y/n: "Swiped his keys"
Musa: "And he didn't notice? Odd"
Y/n: "I know right? I thought for sure he was gonna catch me but his mind's been else where"
Musa: "Why donsen't your Dad teach you?"
Y/n: "He keeps saying he will but I know he won't, it's a mix of him being busy, and not wanting to admit to himself I'm not a child"
Musa: "Look at you, little therapist"
Y/n: "I know right? You finished with your food?"
Musa: "yeah" She said wiping her lip and dusting herself off as you both made your way out the house and down the fire escape and into the neighbouring ally where at the end of the alley under a rouge tarp was Aarons vintage black Cadillac, his pride and joy after you of course that he had imported from Cuba that he had worked on and off for the past however many years.
Musa: "You sure you wanna do this?"
Y/n: "...Yeah"
Musa: "That sounded very unsure..." she said hands on hips and eye brow raised.
Y/n: "Yeah Yeah whatever"
And once you and Musa got into the car, turned on the engine and pulled out the alley she softly instructed you to press on the accelerator, only for the car to jolt forward once, stop entirley and then start again, only now it took over itself, speeding down the road at 70 an hour.
Musa: "TAKE YOUR FOOT OF THE FUCKING GAS!"
But your foot was already off the gas, your hands weren't even on the wheel but still car kept going straight so fast everything seemed a blur.
Y/n: "I HAVE!!" Musa looked over to see your feet weren't anywhere near the gas pedal.
Musa: "HIT THE BREAKS! HIT THE BREAKS!"
But once you did the car simply kept going, faster and faster with Musa leaning over and swerving the wheel to avoid civillians both of you screaming hysterically as the car took a life of it's own only for Musa to take the wheel to avoid ant fatality's.
Musa: "MOVE!!" She screamed as she swerved the car out of the way of an old woman slowly being shuffled across the road, the war drifts around her while Musa pushes her legs in front of your's to try and stop the car pressing on the breaks only for it to keep going, pressing on the horn again and again to ward people off while you were squished into the window making room for Musa.
Needless to say your reckless driving caught the attention of the Police, you saw their red and blue lights in the side view mirrors and growingly large cars come closer as they sped closer. You heard there groaning siren and the sound of speaker came on.
PD NY Pull Over!!
Musa: "WERE TRYING!!" She screamed out the window obvioulsy not being heard as they continued to chase.
As the car made it's way down road and down under the bridge Musa while trying to avoid people had stuck several other cars thankfully not seriously hurting anyone.
Y/n: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Musa: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CAR?!" She yelled pressing the break again and again while looking down at her feet.
Y/n: "Musa! Watch out!" Musa looked up to see she was around drive off a ten foot drop, but instead swerved the car into a bridge piller, finally bringing it to a stop, the air bags kick in while you both slammed your heads into the air cushions.
PD NY COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!
And so, while both concussed and deeply shaken you emergred from the reck alive and with your hands up...
While you and Musa sat in jail with ice packs for your swollen heads you apologized again and again to her for almost killing you both with Aarons strange car, you requested a phone call, meanwhile Aaron had just gotten home.
He opened the door where he would usually see you on the couch, or in your room but the house was empty, he called out for you.
Aaron: "Y/n...Ay Y/n you home...?" Only to be met with nothing.
ring
ring
Aaron picked up the phone with no caller id.
You are reciving a call from PDNY Brooklyn's 99th brough holding center from 'Y/n Davis' Press one to answer..
Y/n: "Da-"
Aaron: "What have you done?"
Y/n: "Hiiii Dad...So you know how you wouldn't teach me to drive?"
Aaron: "Jesus christ Y/n..."
Y/n: "So me and Mus-"
Musa poked you in the back.
Musa: "Don't drag me into this"
Y/n: "But you were there!"
Musa: "This is your fault!"
Y/n: "Yeah yeah" You turned away from Musa and back to the phone.
Y/n: "Uhhh, So We took out the car..."
Aaron: "As in My Cadillac?"
Y/n: "Yeah...and we might have, I might have crashed it into a bridge pillar"
Aaron: "WHAT?! I..I Oh My God, are you okay, is Musa okay?"
Y/n: "Yeah were oka-"
Aaron: "Than WHAT were you THINKING?! You took out my car and crashed it? Did you break in?!!"
Y/n: "Nooo...I swiped your keys"
Aaron: "Oh my God...Y/n why WHY would you do that?! "
Y/n: "It's not my fault it crashed, it literally would not stop going!"
Aaron: "Y/n...I don't DRIVE that car because THE BREAKS DO NOT WORK!"
Y/n: "Yeah I figured that out! Why do you still have it?!"
Aaron: "FOR COLLECTION!"
Y/n: "Why would you collect a car?"
Aaron: "Where is it now?"
Y/n: "what?"
Aaron: "The CAR!"
Y/n: "Oh uh...I think it's been in pounded"
Aaron: "Oh My God...Oh my god Y/n I can't with you right now-"
Y/n: "But Da-"
Call ended
Musa: "So?"
Y/n: "He hanged up!"
Musa: "He hanged up?! So were stuck here?"
Y/n: "Yep"
Musa: "Oh my GOD!"
So for around half a hour later while you and Musa sat misreablley in the holding center the door opened for a police officer to reveal themselves.
Y/n Davis and Musa Harada?
Musa: "Yeah?"
Y/n: "Yeah?"
Your bail's been paid your free to go...
As so while you and Musa exited the holding cell you saw Miles leaning against the wall all none chalant.
Y/n: "MILES! Thank you SOSO much your paying our bail!"
Miles: "I didn't, Your Dad did, sent me to come get you, I think it's best if you stay at mine Y/n your Dad is pissed, Musa come on I'll drop you home"
Musa: "Oh...thanks Miles!"
Requets are open!
#dad aaron davis#platonic yandere#aaron davis#uncle aaron#yandere morales family#aaron davis x reader#yandere miles morales#rio morales x reader#jeff morales#yandere spiderverse#42 miles morales#earth 42 miles#earth 42 miles morales
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I Can't Have You
bestfriend!jinyoung x female reader
genre : angst
For some reason, the walk back home feel so long and painful.
"Why it can't it be me?"
"I love you, Jinyoung"
You silently mutter under your breath. The words that you couldn't even say to him. The tears you don't bother to wipe, streaming down your face.
"Jinyoung, you okay?" You ask your best friend over the phone when your best friend called you an hour ago. It was late at night so you wonder why he call.
It was silent for a few seconds until you heard sniffles taking over the background noise that you register was from some television show. You didn't think much more. You immediately jump out from your bed and run towards your door.
"I'm coming" You heard Jinyoung replied with a sad hum and probably a nod, and that makes you fasten you steps. Luckily his apartment is not that far so you already in his apartment within minutes.
"Hey, you okay? How many days you've been drinking like this?" Closing the door behind you and took off your shoes, you can see few empty bottles of soju on the floor next to him. You immediately sit beside him on the floor. Your heart sank at the way his shoulder slouch, arms hugging his knees. He looks up to you when he hears your presence. And you look at him. Eyes swollen and he looks gaunt too. You scoot next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulder, hoping that you'd bring him comfort.
"We- we broke up" His tears starts to roll down his cheeks again as he said that. You let out a pain sigh, slowly wiping his tears with your fingers and pat his head softly.
"It's okay, Jinyoung. You will get through this. You will be fine okay?" You still stroking his hair, like an adult trying to persuade a child to not cry over candies.
"But I really love her, Y/n. It's been a few days and it hurts me that I can't see her face and listen to her voice. I can't do this Y/n. I miss her so much I feel like -- my heart..." He sniffled between words and voice quavering at the last part as he tapping his chest harder each sentences as if that will ever chase the pain away. You take his hands away and give him a tight grip, as to tell him, you're there for him. Your heart clenched to see him like this.
You know falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea. You've been liking him even before you became friend. Stealing glance at him during the class or sometimes exchanging smiles and nods when you saw each others is your definition of happiness back then. Then one semester, you and Jinyoung were assigned together for university projects and both of you clicked right away and the next thing you know, you two are inseparable as best friends. When you thought it's going to be easy for you and your feelings, but it was far from that.
Because from then on, Jinyoung see you as his best friend and best friend only.
Then start the cycle of your crumbling love story. You listen to his sobbing stories after the break ups like a best friend do. He try to match you with his other good friends because as a best friend, he want to see you happy with a good guy. Once, you ended up help him with the girl he likes because he just can't stop begging you.
Even after graduating and working on different companies, the cycle never end. And that's why it's hard. It's harder now to confess and tell him you love him. After everything, after all these years.
Especially this time, the relationship didn't seems like the others. He wasn't just smitten, and she didn't seem like the other girls she dated in the past. As much as you hate to admit it, he's definitely in love. You never thought they'll break up if you're being honest. She's a perfect woman any man can ever wish. It was perfect, as if they're actually made for each others.
You know asking him what happened now wont help him so you decided to make him a meal and tea to calm himself down. It was hard forcing the man to eat but you do every way you can and he finally give in.
"I don't know what will I do without you. Thank you Y/n" He give you a sad smile as he lays down on the couch. Deep sighs never left his mouth. You put the empty bottles in a plastic and put them aside and clean his messy living room.
"Glad I could help. You look too miserable for me not to to do that. I know it's hard but please, do not skip meals." You grabbing the blanket to cover his full body.
"Y/n?" He called for you so you lower yourself so your eyes meet on his level.
"Is it always this hard after the break up? It hurts so much. How can love be this painful huh? "He chuckles - probably knows how pathetic and sad he sound right now. You didn't say anything, just let him rambles more and give him another sympathetic smiles.
You make sure he was sleeping when you decided to leave. You're about to close the door when you heard his phone rings. You can hear Jinyoung shuffles to get up and the last thing you heard his voice saying her name. You closed the door shut, hoping that your heart closed the same for him.
There is a person that you can’t have even when you love them,
Just look at me, I’m next to you but I can’t have you,
I can’t have you.
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a.n : this one have been sitting in my draft for months now. This is based from Bank's I Can't Have You (korean old song) and the lyrics are just heart breaking so here we go. Again, please do not mind the grammatical mistakes and typos. I will fix it later from time to time. Because the more I re-read, the more I want to delete this so I'll just post first.
#got7 imagines#got7 oneshot#got7 scenarios#got7 angst#got7 x reader#jinyoung imagine#jinyoung oneshot#jinyoung scenarios#jinyoung x reader#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop fanfic#kpop x reader#jinyoung angst#park jinyoung imagines#park jinyoung angst#park jinyoung x reader#park jinyoung imagine#park jinyoung oneshot
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Lockwood & Co. X Fem!Reader:- Incorrect quotes pt.3
*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*
George: Rude.
Y/n: That's fair.
Anthony: Not again.
Lucy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
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Lucy: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Y/n?
Anthony: Have you ever played a game with Y/n?
Lucy: No…
Anthony: Have you ever been trapped in a tomb with a Type 3?
*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*
Y/n, chasing George: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!
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Anthony: So Y/n was just using me?
Lucy, new to the Anthony-Y/n bullshit: I’m sorry, Anthony.
George, trying to contain his sarcasm: You must feel pretty stupid right now.
Anthony:
Lucy, slightly concerned, reaching for the tea: Ok, that’s a time-out.
George: No, you don't know the story, it's funny-
Lucy: Go sit over there!
George: *walks away in defeat*
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Y/n: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.
Lucy: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.
Anthony: A realist sees a freight train.
George: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.
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Y/n: I want to kiss you.
Anthony, not paying attention: What?
Y/n: I said if you die, I wont miss you.
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Anthony: Where the devil is Y/n?
Lucy: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe she melted?
George: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?
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Lucy, finally getting along with Y/n: You guys worried about Y/n?
George, concerned for both his friends but loving the fun: Totally.
Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: Yeah, she called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"
Lucy: And what'd you say?
Anthony: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."
George:
Lucy: She's lucky to have you as a boyfriend.
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Anthony: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?
Y/n: Strong.
Lucy: Weak.
George: An idiot, is what you are.
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Anthony: Are you ready to commit?
Y/n, on the run in 26 countries: Like, a crime or a relationship?
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Y/n: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!
Anthony, ready to do both: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?
Y/n, wants both: I don't know, surprise me!
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Y/n: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Anthony: Wow. They sound stupid.
Y/n: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.
Anthony: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”
Y/n: I guess you’re right. Hey Anthony, I love you.
Anthony: See! Just say that!
Y/n: Holy fucking shit.
Anthony: If that flies over their head then, sorry Y/n, but they're too dumb for you.
Y/n: Anthony.
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Y/n, throwing her head into Anthony's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Anthony, lovingly stroking her hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
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Y/n on their second time meeting: *angrily presses Anthony against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!
Anthony: ...
Anthony, messed up a little: Are we about to kiss-
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George: Why don’t you go talk to her? That's why I introduced the two of you.
Anthony, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.
George: What? So you tell her she's cute, what’s the worst that could happen?
Anthony: She could hear me.
#anthony lockwood x reader#anthony lockwood#lockwood & co#george karim#lucy carlyle#x reader#x female reader#x fem!reader
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I was wondering if you think Lucy is ticklish and who all would abuse it and why if she was. (Personally, I think most of the girls in the guild would since she has such younger sister energy.)
Lucy is for sure ticklish! And unfortunately everyone in the guild knows lol
Natsu takes full advantage of it. Lucy will never know peace. His favorite thing in the world is messing with her
Gray threatens to tickle her but rarely actually does it
Happy is just as much as a menace as Natsu but Lucy can and will throw him
Juvia surprisingly takes advantage. She's not as extreme as the others but she will give Lucy some random pokes in the side
Levy is a monster. She likes to target Lucy at hot springs. They both almost drowned after one particularly brutal tickling
Gajeel also threatens it a lot. Lucy can't even sit next to him without him throwing out that he can and will tickle her. She never sticks around to find out if he will go through with it
Cana is also brutal in the hot springs, but Lucy is never safe. If she's not tickling Lucy, she's groping her. Cana cannot keep her hands off Lucy
Mirajane does it when she knows Lucy is having a bad day and needs a chuckle. It's not very frequent so it always throws Lucy off
Lisanna might hold the title of most brutal tickler. It's gotten to the point where Lucy wont let Lisanna get too close to her out of fear. Lisanna absolutely delights in Lucy's fear
Laxus will actually give Lucy a little poke here and there. It's mostly just how he gets her to move out of his way
Bickslow chases Lucy around the guild threatening to tickle her. He doesn't actually touch her but usually leads her straight into a trap (Usually Lisanna laying in wait)
Bonus:
Out of her spirits: Virgo, Loke, Aquarius, Taurus and surprisingly Aries take advantage of it
Yukino tries to tickle her but Lucy knows Yukino is just as ticklish so it doesn't end well
Hisui also likes to get her hands on Lucy, but Lucy can't retaliate because "I'm royalty you can't touch me!"
Flare uses her hair to get Lucy from afar. Lucy has never felt fear like being randomly tickled when she thought she was home alone
#Erza is also ticklish and would not dare instigate a tickle fight#hope you liked it!#anon <3#this was really fun tbh#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanons#lucy heartfilia#natsu dragneel#gray fullbuster#laxus dreyar#juvia lockser#cana alberona#fairy tail happy#flare corona#Hisui E Fiore#yukino aguria#lisanna strauss#mirajane strauss#gajeel redfox#levy mcgarden
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i never want to go to a hospital again. why did i do that? what have i done?
tw descriptions of violence
the one time i thought someone was going to be nice to me, they tried to trap me in a hospital and killed the nurses. i had to beat him with my crutch until he passed out and until i couldn't handle what i was doing anymore. i've never hurt someone that badly before, or at least directly. sure, i flooded a stadium with rats, but it was all petty! i made sure no one got seriously hurt. but this?
i had to watch the man who i thought had saved me get beaten and bruised by my very hands. i watched as he threatened me, told me "God I want to rip your face off. I want to tear flesh from bone and-" as he begun to click.
click. click. click.
it was terrifying. to hear otherworldly sounds come from someone i thought was cool, someone who made me feel appreciated, was absolutely terrifying.
i thought this was going to be a fun adventure. i thought i could've finally, finally made something of myself, finally have done something helpful instead of something that hurts, but it just ended in me hurting more.
and i didn't even mention what else i was told.
"when one knows, they all know. i want you dead. that means they wont stop at anything now. run. please."
someone's after me. i don't know what, but someone, something is after me. i don't know what to do. what can i do? what can i do when i'm being chased? when i might be dead tomorrow?
"to be or not to be, that is the question." a question on mortality, to live or to die. i want to live, i want to be. not just be alive, but to be more than what i am. but at this point?
i might not be anything by tomorrow.
#im sorry. kinda got all ramble-y there ahaha.#haha.#i want to go home.#spotlight on romeo#i dont want the spotlight on me anymore.#jrwi rp#rp blog
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