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cheollipop · 7 months

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*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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Paddock Pass pt.3

One of max‘s love languages (at least in this fic) is physical touch, don‘t try to convince me otherwise. (I didn’t include the country/name of the gp by purpose, please don’t be confused haha) Sooo are you ready for some angst, some drama and a good time? Buckle up friends, it‘s gonna be a bumpy ride.

(You ever get distracted by Pedro Pascal tiktoks and spent an hour on your phone?…I‘m asking for a friend)

Thank you so much for the love on the first two parts! I‘m beyond grateful for every comment, reblog and like🩶

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader, dad!toto wolff x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: angst, fluff, toto being a bitch (or is he just a protective dad?), bad dad-daughter dynamics, unapproved relationship, cursing, insults, mutual pining turning into more, max has fallen head over heels, they act like an old married couple and don‘t even notice, kissing, light make out session at the end, not proofread

summary: After a horrible qualifying, Max manages to win the race. When he sees you afterwards, and looses all of his elf control. Which Toto doesn‘t welcome one bit. Oh what a simple kiss can do. But was it just that, a simple kiss?

Masterlist || taglist || part one || part two || part three

"Sorry but this is P15 Max, P15." his race engineer spoke through the radio, "Yeah, of course it is." Max answered annoyed. What should it have been? P1? Surely not, after his engine had started misfunctioning and in the end stopped working all together. He had the best lap time of them all, but with ten minutes left of q2, someone else would eventually drive faster than him.

As he got out of the car, you could practically feel the bad mood he was in. Everyone who knew Max, could. And if it was you who just got out of your car, not being able to finish the qualifying that was looking so promising, you would've wanted to punch something.

It was surprising you, how 'calm' he stayed. Max had temper, and you liked that, but sometimes it got a little out of hand - him kicking the car or not talking to anyone for hours -. Not this time, though.

When he came back to the garage, his car still parked on the gravel, he took off his helmet, and walked straight to you. "You coming with me?" he asked, helmet in one hand, running the other through his slightly damp hair. "Yeah, of course." you nodded and got up from your seat.

You followed him out of the garage, trying to keep up with his fast steps. He was practically running to the Red Bull facility.

Max noticed your attempt to catch up to him, and slowed down, waiting for you. "Sorry." he said and continued walking, his steps still quick, but manageable.

As Max and you were walking to the Red Bull facility, all eyes were glued on the two of you. Everyone eager to get a shot of Max.

You felt Max's fingers brush against your own, intertwining them with yours. It was his way of trying to stay calm, the warmth of your hand soothing him and helping him, not to do something he'd regret later.

You felt your cheeks getting warm at the gesture. You loved when he did that. It was an indication of the trust that he had in you, like a security blanket.

"Max?" you asked him, your voice quiet but still loud enough for him to hear you. "Hm?" You looked at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, "You'll win the race tomorrow, it doesn't matter where you start," you gave him a lopsided smile, "You always win."

His want to kiss you almost got the better of him. All me managed to do instead was to brush his thumb over yours, holding your hand just a little tighter than before.

"And that's the last corner before the straight!" the commentator almost screamed into the mic, "I can't believe he did that," he continued excitedly, "That's it! Max Verstappen wins the Grand Prix, starting from P15!"

You shot up from your seat, throwing your hands in the air. "Yes! There you go!" you shouted as if he could hear you, the excitement overwhelming. The garage was going insane, everyone hugging each other, cheering. You were right in the middle of it all, and it felt like a fever dream. You told him he'd win, but it was a lot of hard work to actually cross the finish line as first.

You let out a deep breath, smiling at the TV as you saw Max driving back to parc fermé. All the mechanics and the rest of the team got up to gather there. "C'mon!" one of the mechanics nudged your shoulder, smiling at you. You mirrored his expression, following them outside.

Max was still wearing his helmet when he ran towards your group and jumped into the crowd of mechanics that were shouting, whistling and cheering. When he was back on the ground, he shook hands with Christian, and some others, before he noticed you.

You still had a smile plastered on your face, that said "I told you." and even though he had his helmet covering most of his face, you knew he was also beaming.

Max slung his arms around your frame, lifting your feet from the floor, as he pressed you against his suited chest. Your arms found their place around his neck, and you hugged him as close as you could, with the helmet between you.

When you let go of each other, you grasped his arms, something you did when you were excited or nervous, he had noticed. "You did it!" you squeaked and slightly jumped up and down with his arms still firmly in your grip. "You. Did. It." your voice was so full of joy and excitement, but above all you were so immensely proud of him.

"You told me to," he said with a grin in his voice, as he freed his arms from your grip just to hold them in his again, "I couldn't disappoint my best girl."

Just as he pulled you into another quick hug, you hoped that he couldn't feel your heart beating faster than his car passed the finish line.

„"You better not." you joked.

You watched him going back to weight himself with his gear, taking his helmet off and running a hand through his hair, as he did so often. But after he did that, and put his helmet to the side, turning around. "Sorry," he said to the lady trying to talk to him, miles away. "I forgot something…"

Max almost ran back to the fence, where all of you were standing. You gave him a confused look, silently asking him what he was doing.

The moment he reached you, still standing at your spot in the front, it turned into a curious one. Every part of your body was shaking, not knowing what to expect.

„Is everything al-„

Max shut you up the second his hands cupped your face and his lips crashed down on yours.

The kiss wasn't soft, and it wasn't harsh either, but full of desperation and longing. Full of all the emotions both of you had suppressed over the last months. It was perfect.

Feeling his lips touch yours was a feeling like no other, you felt safe, protected and loved. You felt so much love through it, and if his hands wouldn't still cup your face, holding you up, your knees might've just given in.

As you parted, Max leaned his forehead against yours. "More than alright, actually." he whispered.

Max didn't want to leave you there, he wanted to take your hand and go somewhere more private. Somewhere he could finally tell you just how much he loved you, how badly he needed you.

"And now our winner, Max Verstappen!" He took a deep breath before he got onto the podium, waving to the crowd. He heard people cheering and whistling, and when he looked down to where you were standing, he couldn't contain his smile. You were holding your hands on both sides of your mouth, cheering him on with a loud "Whooow!"

You saw him looking at you and shot him a big smile, holding both thumbs up.

Max chuckled as he took his place in the middle. When the anthems were playing, all he could do was stare at you.

But soon all the bliss was gone, when Max was back in the garage with the trophy sitting on one of the tables, both of you seemed to remember that you were in fact not alone when you had kissed.

Max had his arms wrapped around your waist, while you drew shapes on his arm. "Are you angry?" he sounded concerned.

"No!" Your answer came out quicker than you could think, and Max immediately let out a relieved breath. "Max," you almost whispered, "I‘d do it again, if that's what you mean." You were afraid to look into his eyes, so you kept your gaze fixed on his arms, "I don't care who has seen it, if my Dad did. I mean he probably did, and," Max interrupted your rambling by placing his fingers under your chin, making you look at him, "Babe," there it was again, the one small word. But this time you noticed it.

"Look at me." he continued. Max's voice was soft and quiet as he caressed your chin. "Don't worry about him, okay? We're in this together, and we'll manage it just fine."

You knew he was just as worried as you were, but the way he tried to calm you made you love him even more. Love. You loved him. Max Verstappen. The boy who you never thought of saying so much as a "hello" to, accepting to just live with the crush you had on him.

Your hands found his neck, and you slowly pulled him towards you, "Okay." was all you whispered before connecting your lips a second time. This kiss was shorter, a peck on the lips almost, but it was just as perfect as the first one was.

"You ready to go?" he asked against your lips. "Mhm." you answered, but your voice didn‘t have the same tone to it.

The moment you intertwined your hands with Max's, you could hear your name being called, or more precisely, shouted.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Here we go."

Max gave your hand an encouraging squeeze.

"We got this." he kissed your hair and you both started walking towards the happening.

Your Dad wasn't allowed to step foot into the Red Bull garage as someone from Mercedes, and there were already several securities keeping him from doing so.

Which didn't stop him from talking.

"Du kommst jetzt mit." he told you to follow him. You knew his emotions were all over the place, when he started talking in his mother tongue. You could understand it most of the time, he raised you after all, but you rarely answered him in german. Since Max knew a good amount of german, he understood what he was saying.

You didn't want to draw too much attention to the situation - clearly impossible - or start a fight right in front of them all, so you just dragged Max along with you as you followed Toto.

He seemed to know where he wanted to go, he was practically running. You just looked back at Max, giving him a look of "what the heck is this going to be".

Max cared about you, more than you knew, more than he should be able to after just so little time. And if Toto just said so much as a wrong word or raised his voice, he could not hold back. The thought about what could follow for his work, long forgotten.

Toto stopped in his tracks so suddenly, that you almost ran into him.

"Are you done running now?" you asked him, already annoyed with how he was behaving.

"Oh I am, but trust me I'm not done with you, Fräulein."

You hated the word. He only ever used it when you were in trouble, and whenever someone called you it, you felt small.

"Don't cal me that." you said coldly, "You know how much I hate it."

"You know what I hate?" his voice sharp as he spoke, „When my daughter whores around with the opposite team. Like some Boxenluder?"

Did he really just call you a pit babe? You could just scoff at him. It hurt that he seemed to think of you that way.

„So that's what you think this is, Dad? Whoring around? Are you serious?" your voice didn't come out as strong as you wanted it to.

"I took your pass and five minutes later you're hanging around his neck?" He almost spit the word 'him' out, as if it made him sick. "I really thought I raised you better than this, walking through the paddock sucking dick."

Every word you wanted to say before that, got stuck in your throat at his words. What did he just say?

"Dad, do you even hear yourself?" you whispered in disbelieve, and hurt.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that." Max was on his last nerve now, and you could feel it. His whole body was under tension, and his hand was twitching towards yours.

„Oh so you're going to tell me how I should do things now? Who do you think you are?" Toto mocked him.

"Oh, I will if you don't stop acting the way you do." Max started, "Treating your own daughter like shit, just because she's not your clone," he let out a bitter laugh, "That's the lowest of the low."

"Max," you whispered, looking up at him, taking his hand. But he couldn't let this go on.

„If you don't like me, that's okay. It doesn't matter. But I swear to you, if you don't stop with this bullshit, treating her like she committed high treason, I'll find a way to get you kicked out of here." His voice was bitter, and you knew he meant every word.

"And trust me, I will."

You've never heard him talking so coldly, threatening.

"Oh yeah right. Because the whole fucking paddock is yours," your hand tightened around Max's at the words leaving your Dad's mouth. "Dad." you said firmly. You hadn't raised your voice once since this started - much to Max's astonishment - but Toto didn't seem to care as long as you didn't shout it in his face. He wanted to say something else when you snapped, "Dad, dammit, listen to me for once!"

„I'm sick and tired of you acting the way you do! I can't change who I am, god I've said this so many times, I'm sorry that I'm not the kind of daughter you'd like to have." At this, you could see something in your Dad's facade start to break, but you didn't care anymore.

"And you know what? I'm not at all sorry for being with Max. Believe it or not, but he has shown me more love in the past month, than I think you ever could." you felt the tears burning in your eyes again, but you could also feel Max's strong hand around yours, soothing you a little.

"I'm a grown adult, Dad. So I would very much appreciate you coming to terms with the situation. And if you can't, I'm just sorry for you."

Toto took a deep breath, but before he could say anything, you added, "I don't expect you to suddenly love Max or be okay with whatever your problem is. But if you love me just the slightest bit, just try to, Dad."

Without anything further, you took Max's hand in yours, gaining a sour stare from Toto. And you couldn't care less.

You left your Dad standing in the little corner between the motor homes.

"Are you okay?" Max asked with a worried tone. "No." you answered him quietly.

Of course, you weren't, but Max wanted to make sure how you felt. He began caressing your hand with his thumb, while he was guiding you to the Red Bull motor home.

He walked straight to his drivers room, knowing it would be quiet and private. "Hey Max, do you have a second?" Helmut waved at him. "Not now okay? Sorry." Max shot him an apologizing smile, but when Helmut's eyes wandered to you, he understood, giving the two of you an encouraging nod. You tried your best to smile at him, before Max led the way up to his drivers room.

You've been in there several times, but this time, you were happier than ever for this small space of privacy.

"Come here." Max patted his lap. He had already sat down on the small couch on the other end of the room. You walked over to him and cuddled up in his lap. He was warm and his smell engulfed you. You took a deep breath.

"Thank you."

Max looked down to where your head was resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "For what?"

"For putting him in his place, for sticking up for me," you nuzzled your face deeper into him, "For being there for me, I guess."

You could feel Max moving underneath you, and then you felt his lips on your hair. "I'd do it again, as many times as possible. I hope you know that."

You looked up, still in his embrace. "I do." A small smile crept upon your lips.

You looked into his eyes, and all you could see in them was honesty and, you dared to think, love. Your hand gently cupped his cheek, and you run your fingers over his stubble.

"Can you please just kiss me now?" you whispered to his lips, as Max could only stare at you.

He wasted not a second, reuniting his lips with yours.

The familiar feeling of his lips touching yours, almost made him groan into the kiss.

He had watched you walk through the paddock for years. The thought that you'd never be wearing one of his team shirts stung with him, but he'd be happy to just talk to you. That's all he ever dreamt of, and now look where he was.

You parted your lips from his, just for a second, to swing your leg over his lap to straddle him. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this." Max said, his eyes taking you in while his fingers tucked a stand of hair back behind your ear. "Yeah? Then why are you still talking?" you teased him, but letting him know that you felt exactly the same when he silenced you with his lips.

Getting to taste you as his tongue moved over the softness of your lips, he could've died happily right then. The sounds of content, mixed with small moans of pleasure filled the room as you deepened the kiss. Max hands had found their way to your waist to pull you even closer. You enjoyed every second of it, the way his tongue felt against yours and the overwhelming feeling of contentedness.

Panting heavily, you were forced to pull back. Your foreheads still touching, eyes closed.

"I'll always be there for you, I promise." Max whispered against your lips. His hands cupped your waist, drawing little shapes with his thumbs.

Your own hands were placed in his hair, gently caressing him.

You placed your lips back on his, a silent promise that you would, too, not leave his side.

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juuuulez · 6 months

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about the negan requests i don’t know if they’re still open but img i’ve been craving father!negan so bad recently i cantttt

i was just thinking like imagine how protective he’d be like he’d do anything for you and i’m imagining him killing people for you like if you were caught or taken for being his daughter and then bam he kills everyone. UGH i can’t hes so dad 💔💔

obv if you’re not up for it ignore this but i’d love to read it thabk you queen good night ❤️

info: Negan x Daughter! Reader, platonic hurt/comfort, kidnapping, torture, choking, omg sorry this was dark, but also sooo cute, he is father.

summary: After his daughter is kidnapped, Negan kills to get her back.

you are SO RIGHT he is absolutely so dad

i’ve left it open to interpretation, so you can decide if you’re his actual daughter or just a found family/adopted situation like my capulet series

this was soooo much fun to write, it got lowkey dark but i’ve been needing something grimy

“This isn’t going to work the way you think it will.”

You were currently trying to convince your stubborn captor that this whole kidnapping thing wasn’t going to play out well.

After a supply run gone wrong, you’d been taken by a member of a rival group, with the intention of getting leverage against the Saviours. Simultaneously, they attempted to get some cooperation out of you, figuring there was no better ransom than a begging daughter.

It was this strange, metal contraption. You were chained to a chair, by the hands and feet. A steel collar was fixed around your neck, with a rotating knob at the back, which upon movement, lessened the circumference, tightening the metal collar around your neck.

Because of this, you held little control of the situation. Your captor knew this, refusing to give in to your half-assed reasoning.

“I dunno, darlin’,” He chimed, the nickname sounding gross on an unfamiliar tongue, “I think this is workin’ pretty well.”

The man moves behind you, twisting the metal fidget, letting the collar close in on your neck. In response, you lift your head to try and gain any extra room, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to even breathe.

“Now, speak into the mic, babe. Make it sound genuine, we wanna really rile ‘em up.”

When you don’t respond, refusing to plead for your life, to be reduced to begging, he only tightens the contraption. You let out a strained noise, chewing down on your bottom lip, trying to breathe through your nose in hopes of staying conscious.

A burly hand comes into vision, clasping your nostrils closed, completely cutting off your airway. The knob ticks over a few more inches to the right, the sensation now becoming outright painful, harsh metal cutting into your flesh.

It’s all starting to get a little spotty, but you stand your ground. Last time, you’d passed out, and the process had simply started again from the beginning. But this wouldn’t wear you out. You were stronger, at least, you hoped you were.

Luckily, there’s the distant smash of glass, a whirr and pop noise wizzing past your face, eyes still clenched closed. Everything goes fuzzy, dark spots invading your vision, even as the silence erupts into groans of pain.

Your captor lays on the floor, bullet wound to the shoulder. One hand clasps the gun at his side, only for another shot to land right through his meaty wrist. There’s a slight commotion, but it all sounds like distant mumbles, drowned out by a cotton-like blanket of distortion.

“Load ‘em up. I’ll deal with him back home.”

The voice is familiar, but you don’t have the capacity to understand, still teetering on the edge of consciousness. Then, the confines around your neck are loosened, and suddenly you’re granted access to air again.

It’s all too much, too fast, the sharp inhale only worsening your dizzy state. You yank at your hands, wanting to soothe the painful gash along your neck, but find that the metal brackets still restrain your wrists.

“Hey, hey. Just breathe for me, baby-girl. Can you focus on that?”

Warm hands on your face, are the first thing you notice. Holding you still, so your head doesn’t slump over. You mentally note the absence of gloves, but don’t know what to do with this information, otherwise simply comforted by the air of safety provided.

Your vision comes back slowly, still all fuzzy at the edges, but you can make out what’s important. Negan, in front of you, kneeling. One hand is holding your face still, the other working at the cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

He’s bloody.

So, so bloody. It’s stained all over his leather jacket and jeans, splattered up his arms, likely the reason behind removing the gloves. Some is even on the side of his face, colouring the slight greyish hue of his stubble red.

It all snaps back to you in an instant, like suddenly you’ve gained awareness, fully conscious of everything that’s just happened.

You twist your head around, searching for the body of your captor, only to spot a bloody streak across the concrete floor. “Where is he?” You ask, breathless, throat all raspy and sore from being choked.

“Shh, it’s okay. He’s gone. Dwight’s putting him in the van,” Negan assures you, helping to shift you out of the metal chair, figuring your legs would hurt from being confined. “Wanna know what I’ll do to him?”

You find yourself nodding, head coming down to rest on Negan’s shoulder. He smooths his hand over your hair, nails gently scratching at your scalp, brushing the strands back. His other hand rests on your knees, trying to help stretch your muscles after being confined for so long.

“I’m gonna cut his tongue out, and let him choke on the blood,” Negan whispers into your ear, “Then, Lucille’s gonna smash every bone in his body, starting from the feet. Might leave just his head behind. Throw it out into the yard with the other walkers.”

It’s surprisingly relaxing, like you’re being told a quiet story, or a lullaby. Suddenly, the concrete floor is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever sat on, and even the stench of blood isn’t of concern. It’s all perfect.

“You’ll let me help?” You ask, a hopeful lilt to your tired voice.

Negan runs his hand down to your neck, thumb rubbing over the deep bruise marred over your skin. “No, baby. We’ll get you home and into bed. Let me handle this.”

You can’t find the strength to protest, not opposed to the idea of curling up in bed. Everything still felt hazy, and you were all lightheaded, so you doubted that you’d be much help, anyway.

So, Negan lifts you up into his arms, subsequently getting blood all over your clothes. Not that it mattered, anyway. You didn’t mind.

Having somebody who loves you enough to kill was plenty.

#negan smith x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x you #negan smith #the walking dead #negan smith x you

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imwritingforfun · 11 days

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09 two unknown streamers- Late night streaming

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

Since you and blueeyedemon were going to stream tonight you were just setting up your stuff and getting ready but that didn't stop you from thinking about gojo although you shouldn't have

It was a one time thing so he took you out for milkshakes big deal he probably takes everyone there as a date although it wasn't a date it was far from it, it wasn't even a friend hang out he was just bored and you were just bored

You bite your lips in annoyance and shake your head from left to right trying to forget about what happened he even told you he had a pretend date with someone it didn't bother you in anyway but you hope that you guys can have a conversation like the one you had today no fighting no arguing just a normal conversation

You finished setting up your stuff and sat down putting your headphones on and quickly muting yourself and turning off the camera as you greeted all your followers blueeyedemon sooo joined and you guys started playing dead by daylight

Midnightslut donated: 20$

Midnightslut said: Wait is midnight and blueeyedemon streaming again?!

Jessica: I was having a bad day but then i saw this notification and my day became better

Oliver: I dropped everything when I saw they were streaming again

Julia: I literally screamed at my sister to get out of my room so I can see this in peace lmao 💀

Bryant: wtf turn your mics on

Two unknown streamers

Back masterlist next

Taglist open: @sonicsolos @chilichopsticks @owotalks @kaibloom79 @sabrinexx @xhxzgn @colours-of-heaven @asta80fishbowl @oinixd @tojisworm-5 @taelattecookie @butterbiscuit444 @lavender-hvze

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

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aleatory-eyes · 1 year

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Tw:kidnapping, wrestling.

Duo part 2 expectancy

Yandere erasermic x fem reader

Before starting, I don't think the 'reader' is dumb she just have a lot of positivity that clouds her thinking lol.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

Part 1

When aizawa told you his husband was coming soon. You were dreading the arrival all day long, yet he didn't appear.

"Maybe tomorrow" the other person in the flat grunted. Even though he had his usual cold face, the way he angrily slammed the door was enough to notice his mood.

Inversely, you were relieved (a litle happy too). Being on edge with one insane person was stressful enough, but two people was bound to give you a heart attack. "Hold on..." A word escaped your lips as you come to a realization. "Maybe Present mic is not as crazy...he could save me. He is a real hero after all" you start rumbling, to yourself of course.

"And also they are polar opposites, they probably have almost nothing in common. That includes morals, right?"

Filled with hope, now you also waited patiently his appearance. Falling asleep in the living room sofa.

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"Breakfast is served, get up" a male voice wakes you up. You can recognize it instantly by now and so you put on your best behavior. "good morning" you says cheerfully following his order and going to eat the food.

If everything went well you wont have to put up with this for much longer.

Suddenly the door is smashed open, a tall man entering with a colorful suitcase. "I'M BACK!" he shouted. Not waiting a second, he started talking to his husband "babe, this mission was sooo hard. But the hardest part was being without you love! I'VE MISSSSSS YOUUUU" after the cringe greetings he finally noticed you.

In less that 30 seconds he was already in front of you. He took his glasses off to get a better look at your face."Hel-" you started to beg but at the same time he locked eyes with the other hero, and a big smile appeared in their faces. You decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being, preferring to listen. As your expectations shatters.

"shouta... you didn't tell me" after a kiss between them the black haired man replied "I wanted to be a surprise, I didn't expect the job taking this much time".

While they were all smiles, you in the other hand were crumbling inside. Of course they were both crazy. You definitely had the worst of lucks.

With a sigh you looked to the opposite direction of the lovebirds. The door was still open, you notice. Maybe your luck wasn't that bad after all. Taking advantage of the hero's slip, you run as fast as you can towards the exit.

You hear rapid steps and even though you try to run faster, present mic manages to captured you. Throwing you to the floor and ending up with your wrists being held behind your back . Your Stomach smashing the ground as one of his knees keeps you down for good measure.

Aizawa approaches and lets go of a deep sigh, before looking at you disappointed. "I though she was adapting well for a second... but behavior wont be a problem now that you re back, love." He says looking at the other man getting closer enough for another a deep kiss. "I've also missed you, my body was beginning to ache for the waiting" shouta confess with chuckle.

Then the blond utter his request "Then...should we give our rebellious baby a punishment? That would be a hot welcome back"

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If you liked don't forget to give me a heart/reblog 🥰 .

Do you want more? Check my masterlist.

Postdata: I wonder what her punishment could be... Perhaps she isn't that unlucky.

Part 3 in the making

#yandere erasermic #yandere aizawa #yandere bnha #yandere male #yandere #yandere mha #dark content #bnha #mha #erasermic x reader #eraserhead x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa x reader

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glorious-poetato · 2 years

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[Celebrity crush]

Tommyinnit x Celebrity/actor!reader

Warnings:mentions of eating gross food

Summary: your tommys Celebrity crush and in a spill your guts interview you reveal he's yours.

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"Hello, y/n welcome so glad you could make it." James cordon said "thankyou for the invite I almost declined because of the gross food involved. So I plan to just answer all the questions." I replied "well let's not waste any time and start the game." James stated.

"Okay so if you decide you can't answer the question you have to eat the gross concoction of food in front of you." James explained. "So y/n I'll start easy with the first question. What film was your favorite to act on?" James questioned. "Oh that's easy it 100% has to be stranger things. I made so many friends and it's just lovely working with everyone their." I said simply.

He continued asking me questions some being harder then others. I ended up only eating one gross thing as I didn't have many secrets are Celebrity drama. That was until he asked if I had a crush on any other celebrities. The truth was I did and I didn't know if I wanted them to find out. I almost ended up talking a bite of worm spaghetti. I could bring myself to do it though. Reluctantly I said "Fine I'll tell you my Celebrity crush I really hope they don't see this though that would be embarrassing. Okay my Celebrity crush issssss......tommyinnit aka tom simons or whatever you want to refer to him as."

James smirked "don't worry I'm sure he won't see" he said while winking at the camera. For some reason that wasn't very convincing. I finish up the interview hope that you revealed nothing to bad And thanking James for having me.

A few days later I open Twitter to see y/ninnit trending. Oh God what have I done I'm not to shocked though as I kind of figured this would happen. But I was more worried if he had saw the video yet.

Wilbur's pov:

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I had started streaming and chat immediately filled with watch y/n's spill your guts interview. Or has tommy see y/n's interview. I was just going to do a chatting stream today but now I'm here reacting to y/n's interview. I'm toward the end now still confused why chat wanted me to watch it. That's when I hear y/n get asked who their Celebrity crush is. When I hear the answer I turn to and ask "chat should I call tommy?" Little did they know tommys Celebrity crush was actually y/n.

Tommy's pov:

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I get a call on discord from wilbur immediately answer. "HELLO" I yell. I almost got cut off by wilbur saying "Tommy did you see Y/n's spill your guts interview yet?" "No I haven't. why?" I question him. He then tells me to go watch it from the 8 minutes mark then to call him back. I tell him okay and hang up. I then open a tab and bring up the interview skipping to the 8 minute mark.

I watch for a second till y/n gets asked who their Celebrity crush is and they hesitate for a bit but then I hear "Tommyinnit aka tommy simons" I go wide eyed I was her Celebrity crush she knows I exist. I immediately calm down and call will.

"WILBUR I'M Y/N'S CELEBRITY CRUSH. SHE THINKS I'M A CELEBRITY. SHE KNOWS I EXIST. OH MY GOD WHAT IF SHE IS WATCHING. WHAT DO I DO WILL?" I yell into the mic.

"Tommy calm down and stop yelling you're giving me a headache" wilbur tells me "Okay will I'm sooo calmmm now TELL ME WHAT TO DO! please." I say "Tommy just send her a message or something." Will tells me "Okay bye will bye chat." I say as I hang up. I go to Twitter and go to y/n profile sending a message saying.

"Hey it would be really cool if we could meet up and do a vlog together" I see her begin to type and say "I would love too I'll be in brighten next week for a event so we could do it then if you'd like."I look at the message in disbelief and quickly say that's cool and I send one final message saying"If I don't disipont you when we meet would you like to go on a date" "That would be amazing" she says. I can't wait to tell will about this I think.

The end

(Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

-poe <3

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x Celebrity!reader #tommyinnit x actor!reader #fanfic

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sweetnsour1 · 2 years

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7:30

Fluff, Hawks x g/n reader, SPOILER warning iykyk

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series

"Oh! Don’t worry, man. I got this!"

Your mouth fell open when Hawks gently hip checked the moderator. The stunned man watched as the feathered blonde flew up and away from him with the stolen microphone and interview cards. He hovered over the table that the rest of the heroes were still sitting behind.

"Aw, these are some great questions."

You frowned as he shuffled the cards around before finding what he was looking for. He was definitely up to something.

"'What is your type?' Let's start with our beloved bunny." He dropped onto the table in front of Mirko. "She needs a bad bitch who won’t mind wearing her like a backpack over rough terrain."

"Oh yea?… I’ll shove this prosthetic so far up the terrain of your-" Her words cut off as he continued walking down the table, showing no sign of passing the mic.

"Shoto!!! Son of my best and cuddliest friend." He leaned over to ruffle his hair. "He actually just had his first date and they are sooo cute." You groaned when you saw him squeeze Shoto's very red cheek.

"How did you know about-?"

"No spoilers!" Hawks moved onto his next victim.

"Tsukuyomi...the baby bird that flew when I nudged him outta the nest. What he needs is a ray of sunshine to fill the crushing void my absence leaves. I don’t know how he gets through it."

"There is comfort in darkness."

"Aww, you don’t have to act tough for us."

He booped his protégé's beak before moving along. He passed his empty chair before getting to you. He grinned and crouched so you had access to the mic.

"So what’s your type, angel? A feathered free spirit perhaps?" You hummed and tapped a finger against your smiling lips in thought.

"I kind of have a thing for the stoic, silent types. You know, someone like Eraserhead. I used to have the biggest crush on him."

"I see..."

His voice maintained the same emotion as the rest of his performance, but he was pouting. A few of his feathers grabbed the microphone and cards from his hand, speeding them back to the still flustered moderator. You sighed. They really should've picked someone more experienced for today's panel. Hawks dropped down into his chair beside you.

“You’re not letting me have any fun.”

“Red, if you wanted someone to show off like some toy, you shouldn’t have asked a stealth hero.”

“But I want everyone to know you’re my favorite toy.” You were halfway through an eye roll when he gasped.

“...or maybe you’re ashamed to be with the red feathered hero everyone loves because he’s amazing. Quick! Prove your love or i might doubt you forever!”

He grabbed the mic on the table and held it up to your face. You laughed.

“Why did I marry you? You’re impossible.”

The crowd went silent as your words echoed across the stage. You glared into the golden eyes, stretched wide in a show of innocence.

“Oh shucks, looks like I accidentally hit the red button. Clumsy me.”

You blushed and covered your face as Hawks beamed at the now-screaming crowd. He winked at them before enclosing you both in his wings.

“Hey. Look at me, angel. Are you okay?" He pulled your hands from your face, and grabbed your chin to keep your gaze on him. "I really wasn’t expecting you to say that. I was just playin’ around." He kissed both of your cheeks before deciding to place a longer one on your lips.

“I know. I’m okay…just-" You groaned and covered your face again. "-kind of annoyed I’m the one who couldn’t keep it a secret.” He laughed and kissed you again.

“Yea, you definitely proved your love. Is it too crazy for you? You wanna get outta here?”

"No, let's stay. It's almost over, but one more..."

You leaned in for another kiss. You gripped his collar to pull him in close. His arms wound around your waist. He tasted like coffee and cinnamon. Your tongue froze in his mouth when you heard cheers. You groaned before opening your eyes, knowing his wings were tucked behind him once again.

“Really?” You buried your face into his chest, hiding your blushing cheeks in his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“What? I wanted a big reveal too.”

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okay how many drinks empires season one characters would need to do karaoke

gem: like so many. she doesn't listen to pop either so when it's her turn she'd get up and sway for a bit before belting out some love ballad no ones ever heard. she'd be really bad at it too.

fwhip: a few shots, a bong rip and some encouragement from his pals, and he'll get up there and half heartedly go through a simple pop tune everyone knows.

sausage: he walks in and he's up there. full dance routine too, high kicks and everything.

pearl: pretty tipsy, but she'd do it without much prodding. she'd be alright, but she'd be a bit stiff about it.

pix: i feel like pixandrian wine is insanely strong, and he grew up drinking that shit, so he's like. fine compared to everyone else. but he'll pretend to be a little tipsy to make everyone feel better. he'd only play backup singer for anyone else.

scott: oh he'd have to be blackout wasted, and that is very unlikely to happen.

joel: stone cold sober. he'd strut up to the stage, grab the mic, and pour his heart into a moving rendition of americana by lady gaga. it would be really good but no one would want to admit it.

lizzie: like. a little bit, but not much. she's got a phenomenal voice and she knows it.

jimmy: either a lot of alcohol, or a tiny amount of teasing from joel. he'd probably throw up on stage and then keep going.

joey: oh sooo sober. he would probably be up there before he even realizes there's a bar. doing duets with sausage, most likely, but solo too. it'd be really really bad.

shrub: i don't think she grasps the concept of karaoke at first, and when she does it's not very appealing.

katherine: again, blackout drunk, she's way too dignified for that.

#talk 👍👍#im not tagging all that

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Traitor-Part Three

singer!reader

PART ONE; EXTRA ONE; PART TWO; EXTRA TWO

summary: time passed, but some feelings never go away…

word count: 2561

warnings: it’s a sad happy ending🤷🏻‍♀️

A/n:I know I said I would post it tomorrow, but I am kind of anxious for you guys opinion.

Sooo, here is Part Three, I honestly hope no one will be disappointed, I choose to go with my original idea, and follow the path I always imagined, I am sorry if some of you guys don’t feel like it… about a feel messages I received: Harry isn’t a bad guy, he isn’t toxic or shitty or treated her bad, he’s just human and made a series of bad decisions.

I confess that I am a little insecure with what I wrote in this part.

As Traitor is coming to an end, I would really appreciate if you guys would send me ideas of what to write next, and remember: No idea is a shit idea.

I hope you guys enjoy it. xx Caro.

TRAITOR- PART THREE: After all this time?

2026

"Is this weird?" She asked as they danced to some sad old Taylor Swift’s song, they weren't looking at each other, her face was resting on his shoulder and his head was slightly tilted towards her. "Us here, after all this time?"

Harry sigh as he thought of the answer.

The dance floor was almost empty, most of the wedding guests had already left or in the case of those who are staying for the whole weekend of celebrations, retired to their teepees, those who stayed were just the closest friends an of the newlywed couple—most are sat around talking and drinking, probably waiting for a more dancing beat—, who would probably continue enjoying the party until dawn before Survivors Breakfast is served.

The wedding had been music festival themed. Y/n’s idea, of course.

An immense marquise of De Gournay printed fabric had been erected to provide shade for the tables. The dance floor had been set up outside —protected from drones by pretty white paper flags with laser cuts of the couple’s names, doves and flowers, and large greenery and white flowers garlands, fairy lights giving just a magical touch— in front of a stage where many of the musical guests had performed throughout the day, offering tribute to the couple—Justin Bieber sung four songs, John Legend serenaded the couple on their first dance, Zayn and Niall took the stage and sung old 1D songs was well as a few of their solos, Elton John offered a song to the bride, Mark Ronson DJed for Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus and Dua Lipa, who took the mic at different times during the day, Miley even forced Y/n to the stage with her to sing their featuring song; the DJ and band the married couple hired had almost no work to do as the guests got so excited in just having fun on stage performing for friends—. Teepees had been set up around the property as accommodation for the guests who stayed for the three days of celebration.

A merry-go-round and a Ferris wheel had also been set up, as well as a huge inflatable slide, and the adults were enjoying it as much as the children.

Love and Angel were still running excitedly across the lawn with some older cousins, with no signs of wanting to go to bed anytime soon, Niall was running after them like the overgrown child he was —Y/n blamed this on Anne for allowing them to take a long nap in the afternoon, and all the sugar they ate during the party, they would probably accompany the adults at the early breakfast—.

"Have I told you that you are the most beautiful bride?" He didn’t answered her original question. "I always knew you would be." Harry said, making her smile against the fabric of his custom-made dark green Gucci suit.

How many times had they not talked about a wedding? How many times had they not planned? How many times had she told him about her dream dress that Ale would make?

How many times has it felt like they would never make it to this moment?

It took Y/n a entire year of therapy before she got to the point where she was able to sit down with Harry and talk.

And they talked.

They talked about what happened, about the cheating, about the cruel breakup.

They just talked about them and how eight years had ended in such a bad way. Harry cried, his arms around Y/n, as she ran her hand on his back. He apologized for the millionth time, he said he knew he didn't deserve her or her forgiveness, and how disgusted he was with himself for what he had done.

Harry told her how he'd thrown up after the first time it happened.

How he'd let himself be seduced by all of the attention, how he'd missed her, and how guilty he.

The internal conflict for everything, how he wanted to tell her everything after she asked the first time, but he just knew that she would never forgive him, he was so afraid that she would leave him. In the end it made no difference. He told her how he'd listened to the wrong comments instead of listening to the right advices. Recreational drugs and alcohol played a part in his bad choices too.

In a lapse of judgment he did the worst thing he could have done in his life: He chose to break the heart of the woman he loved in an attempt to protect his own. Harry convinced himself that he could turn lust into love, but every minute with Olivia was a minute he remembered that he had broken Y/n’s heart.

He had lost the woman who owned him heart and soul since he was eighteen, and he knew he would never recover, he would never love someone else again.

And it wasn't anyone's fault but his own.

Harry wanted to die when she said how even against all her principles, she would have stayed with him if he had handled the situation differently, he bitterly regretted not talking things through, not listening to her, allowing her to leave that day, how he wished could go back in time —he was the love she had loved most, and she would never love anyone that way, she said—, and it killed him a little on how she used past tense.

Following her therapist advises—and Michael’s, he later learned— she apologized for all her petty revenge, the EP, the digs, all the times she tried to hurt him with words, even the children's names, though she genuinely loved the names she choose,—Harry admitted that it had been painful at first, Love and Angel, his nickname for she and hers for him, Helene, the most beautiful woman in the world, and Apollo, the golden Sun god, their ‘codenames’ from the summer they spend in Italy after he proposed—.

He got some hope on for them after their conversation, maybe not that moment, but in the future. For the time being he accepted her offer of friendship and the chance of co-parenting their children—he would accept anything just for the chance of being in her life again, honestly—. Harry even bought a house in Montecito just to be closer, spending more time there than in London.

And then he was introduced to Michael. Michael, who was no longer just a friend, but Y/n's boyfriend of a few months. And the way they smiled at each other killed him a little bit more on the inside.

Y/n was falling in love for the actor.

He recognized the signs, she looked at Michael the same way she had once looked at him.

Like he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky.

How he wished that moment to have a time machine, he would give away all his money for one, just to be able to go back in time and stop himself from doing the worst thing he ever did in his life.

‘She’s that kind of woman, you know?’ he remembered Niall telling him that day in April 2021, after he waived his custody rights, ‘you either stays by her side the rest of your life, or you regret leaving.’ the Irishmen hadn’t being angry with him, his old friend and bandmate pitied him. When he asked why, Niall, who saw Y/n as a younger sister, wasn’t mad at him, the other man just shrugged, ‘She’s no longer yours, I think this is punishment enough.’

Niall’s word hunted him as he watched the woman of his dream, the mother of his children, the love of his existence, take another man as her husband.

"I always knew I would dance with you in a wedding dress." He commented with a forced smile, and Y/n's heart tightened a little at the heartbreak she heard in his voice. "I just never imagined it would be at your wedding with someone else." He smiled sadly at her, as their eyes met. "I still had hope."

"Harry..." She tried to say, pity clear in her eyes.

He just rolled his emerald eyes at her playfully. "Don't worry My Heart, I would never try to come between you two," the man said, "but my hopes won't die until one of us do, even if it takes decades, know that I'll be here." Harry gave her one of his boyish smiles, making him look younger than his thirty-two years. "No matter how much time passes, you own my soul, and I don't think that will change just because you married another man."

Y/n had become Mrs. Michael B Jordan that afternoon.

They married in the 14 acres estate she owned in Chatsworth on top of a hill, in the presence of four hundred friends.

The bride wore Dior. She looked like a heavenly vision in the organdie princess gown costume-designed for her by Maria Grazia Chiuri— she wore other two dresses after, but Harry would never forget how she looked when she waked down the aisle— the seven-meter long veil she worn had been fastened to her head with golden birds—the birds still adorned Y/n's hair, but the veil had long since been removed—. She carried a bouquet of lilies of the valley and orange blossoms, like British tradition demanded —Niall’s girl caught the bouquet later that afternoon—.

All the decor was idyllic and delicate and fun, something expected from a bride like Y/n.

Denzel Washington was the officiant at the wedding at Michael’s request and Elton John played the piano during the ceremony, with Taylor Swift singing ‘Lover’ during the bride's entrance.

Niall and Zayn shared Y/n's 'Maid of Honor' role with great humor—the two walked down the aisle in light blue suits— not unlike the color used on the bridesmaids' dress worn by Hailey, Bella, Kendall, Gigi, Kylie and Dakota, they walked in with a few of Michael’s cousins and closest friends.

In the absence of a father and mother, the singer was walked down the aisle by two of her dearest older male presences in her life: Pedro and Oscar.

Y/n looked up to him, watching him with those beautiful eyes, that still held the power to melt him inside. She seemed to want to say something, but they are interrupted as she opened her mouth.

"Life?" Michael called her. Her husband now. He was smiling, carrying the golden copy of Y/n in one of his strong arms, Love was holding the man's other hand and Angel was following them, the two children had sleepy smiles, but the little girl in Michael’s arms looked alert. "Honey woke up, and wants mummy."

Harry let her go, smiling at the small group, Love quickly came to him asking to be lifted, while Y/n took her youngest daughter in her arms.

He smiled at the little girl in Y/n's arms as she waved at him with a smile. Honey was completely Y/n, there was nothing Michael in her face, if not for the coloring that was a mix of her parents.

Harry had drowned in a bottle of tequila when he got the news of Y/n's second pregnancy.

It was Love who let the news slip.

The reality that Y/n might never be his again became more and more real.

The engagement weeks later was like a knife to his heart, but he smiled and joked when Y/n showed him the ring—'It's smaller than the one I gave you,' and she rolled her eyes, the comment not even bothering her, 'not all are narcissistic and show off like you H'—.

He watched the woman he loves become a mother again, this time to a baby that wasn't his.

Honey called him Uncle Arry —they corrected her after the occasion when the little girl called him 'Daddy', because that's what she heard her older siblings call him, they all laughed, but Harry felt his own heart skip a beat—, it's impossible for him not to love the little girl, not only is she the adored little sister of his children, but also because she is a part of Y/n.

He felt Love settle on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, the tiny hand playing with the end of her hair as she let out a sleepy sigh.

Angel didn't look much better, practically sleeping upright against his stepfather's leg.

"I think I'll take Love and Angel to bed," Y/n said looking at the older children.

"Leave it to me," Harry said before she could continue, gesturing to Angel and taking his son in his other arm. "You stay and enjoy the party, I'll take care of the little monsters." He assured with a smile.

"Are you sure?" the woman asked with a frown. "I can..."

"Yes, Y/n, I'm sure, I'm their father too, and today is your wedding party, you deserve to enjoy it." The two looked at each other for a second before Y/n returned the smile.

"Okay, thanks H." She said approaching and kissing each of the twins good night, "Are you coming back?"

"Maybe I'll take the opportunity and sleep with them already." Harry commented, the truth is that he had already exhausted his dose of watching Y/n and Michael being a happy couple.

He was honestly glad she was happy, but he was miserable himself.

The singer walked away with the children in his arms, his head lowered looking where he was walking, while listening to Love murmur how the day had been splendid and Angel was already drooling on his suit.

"H?" He heard Y/n's voice call out to him, and turned around.

She came alone, and he could see Michael on the dance floor dancing with Honey.

"Yea?"

The woman stopped a short distance away from him.

"I want from the bottom of my heart for you to be happy, I still love you, and the possibility that you are unhappy kills me," she said with a wistful smile and teary eyes, "you are my twin flame, and I think what we were meant to be, but we did it wrong, and our time passed."

"I could never be unhappy having you guys in my life." He said with a practiced smile, gesturing to the children in his arms.

"It's okay to let me go and love someone else." Y/n said fondly.

"It would be difficult to find someone who could measure up to you in my eyes,” He said smiling affectionately. "You set a high bar.”

He choose not to say how she was it for him, how there would be no other woman in his heart after her, apart from the one he had in his arms that moment.

"You're a good man Harry, you do stupid things sometimes, but you're a good man." She said with a smile, accepting what he said, and letting go.

They smiled at each other.

"You should go back to Michael and Honey." He pointed with his chin somewhere behind her. "And I have to get these two to bed, they're really getting heavy."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"I'll let you go then." The woman backed away, turning her back under the emerald gaze.

Harry watched her return to her husband's side, and as the two began to dance with Honey between them.

How he longed to be in Michael's shoes.

But he was paying for his sins.

She belonged in another man's arms now, and it was his own fault.

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pnwdagnabbit · 2 months

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Okay, y’all. I need to show this off and brag a bit. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

So… I have talked to my bro @i-like-the-eyes about tats, what I wanna get, where I’m lookin’ at, and so on over the last couple weeks. One of them bein’ the neck tat that Donald Pierce has, only I wanted one like… more my style?

Like a skull with .45 colt revolvers for the crossbones and wearing a cowboy hat, rather than the military beret for Special Forces. And mannn… I woke up this morning to find Catchy fuckin’ made me this beautiful, badass, motherfuckin’ sick as shit, EPIC tattoo design!!!…

😳😳😳😍😍😍SERIOUSLY!?!? Y’all, if that’s not the most GORGEOUS design, then I dunno what is.

I cried. I was legit sobbing like a baby. 😂🙌

I am SOOOO gonna save up so I can get this bad boy for my birthday! I have GOT to get this TAT!!!

I will workout a thousand times harder and try to get extra muscle mass and leaned up around my chest and neck so that it’ll look how I want it to with where I wanna get it done. If I can’t get in the right shape by my birthday, then I’ll go and schedule it for Christmas. That way I’ll have time to get my ass in shape and save up. Either way…

I have to share, cuz that fucker is BEYOND talented. I am SOOO damn honored to call him brother. He’s my dang family and this just goes to show the amount of true-blue character, generosity, heart and soul, dedication, and love this man has for his friends.

No one asked him to do this! It’s not my birthday or a holiday! He just did it, cuz he’s that fuckin’ awesome and shows he cares, and I need everyone to know that about him. Anyone who don’t know how cool that cat is?… Welp!… Now ya do. *mic drop* 🎤💥 BOOM! Catchy is awesome. Here endeth the lesson.

-Dax (one spoiled ass mofo)

#DO YOU SEE HOW INCREDIBLE THAT TATTOO IS!?!)#Y’ALL!… The shading and highlights and details!?!?#It IS SIIIIIICK!!! FUCKING GORGEOUUUUS!!! 😍😍😍#My bro is the BEST!!! ❤️🧡❤️🧡❤️#TALENTED AS FUUUUUCK! 🎤💥🙌#Y’all NEED to know how awesome he is.#There ain’t many ppl that go outta their way for others.#It’s rare you find honest to God REAL friends like him.#I don’t deserve him or his tat but I’mma KEEPIN’ THEM ANYWAY!!! 🤣🤣🤣#MINE!!! 😍🤗😁😂❤️🧡💛#i-like-the-eyes #pnwdagnabbit

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 1 year

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You’re Somebody Else | Ghost x Fem!Reader | Part I

Note: This is not a new part - haha I’m currently in my exam phase sooo yeahh, but I decided to split the prologue into two parts because I personally believes it flows better.

This fic has religious undertones at least in this part, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable with this. I grew up Christian (tho I’m an atheist now) and I thought a bit about how I would react if I was suddenly in a parallel universe where I and several other people are supposed to be dead.

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Gore, Angst, COD Typical Violence, Mentions of Original Characters, Mention of Religion and Hell, Inaccurate Depiction of Medical Stuff, Injuries and prolly Military, Transmigration (lol)

Summary: You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

Word Count: 3,8k

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Prologue, Part II, Part III, ...

When you open your eyes again the world is on fire and you’re looking at the ceiling of a helicopter.

Someone moves in your field of vision, but you can barely make out their features as the lights of the helicopter don’t seem to work. Your ears are ringing, and you can’t understand what the man is saying but based on his expression something bad is happening.

He’s a marine you realize belatedly when your eyes adjust to the dark environment and for a moment you wonder if you must continue to fight even after your death.

Is this hell?

You don’t actually believe in hell or heaven anymore but based on the fact that you woke up again this has to be some sort of afterlife.

The unknown soldier shakes you and yells something and the ringing finally stops, and you hear him call you by your callsign.

“Nomad! Fuck, can you hear me?! Jesus, for a second I thought you were a goner!”

You nod automatically and he grabs you by your plated vest, dragging you into an upright position.

“Your head is bleeding like crazy”, he curses and speaks into his mic to inform someone about your injury.

You haven’t even noticed it but when you touch your left temple you feel the edge of a helmet and your gloved fingers turn red. It doesn’t hurt.

While the marine speaks, he looks behind him and you follow his line of sight out of the helicopter. The heli apparently crashed.

Shots whizz past the window and the man ducks to avoid getting hit.

“I know you’re injured but AQ is reigning hellfire on us! I’ll take care of your wound in a second!”

The unknown marine faces you again and in his hand, he holds a M14 EBR. Automatically you know it’s yours.

“Keep holding on, Bravo Team will be here soon!”

You take the weapon with your right hand and the marine helps you on your feet.

“They’re shooting at us from the house!” He points in the general direction, “Keep your head low and don’t waste your bullets!”

“Okay”, you mumble. Okay you think.

You’re dead but you still have to fight. Makes sense.

Leaning against the wall you quickly scan the inside of the helicopter, then the immediate surroundings of it through one of the windows. The area is illuminated by small fires and corpses litter the dusty ground. Marines, all dead. Maybe this is hell.

It would make sense, all the lives you’ve taken on countless operations... Is this retribution?

The realization that you aren’t in the Caucasus Mountains anymore only trickles in slowly.

You turn to watch through the window beside you and spot the house which the marine mentioned in the distance, and you immediately make note of the smoke coming from the second floor.

“RPG!” someone yells and years of active combat situations make you instinctively drop low when you hear the familiar whoosh. The metal of the heli protests.

Shouts and gunfire echo in your ears and your world is turning but you stand up again, prepping yourself against the wall to have free line of sight towards the house.

Smoke is still coming from the second floor, and you watch through your scope for any movement. You see a shoulder and want to pull the trigger, but someone kills the hostile before you can react.

Bravo Team you think, does that mean I’m part of Alpha? You don’t know what the fuck is going on.

Your radio crackles.

“RPG is taken care of.”

You blink. That voice is familiar.

But before you can think about it more, the marine comes up to you again. You realize he’s a Captain.

“Sarge, we should wrap your head.”

Now? Now’s not a good fucking time.

“I know but you’re bleeding a lot. Don’t want to take you back home in a body bag.”

You didn’t realize you said those words out loud but the concern in his eyes ends up convincing you and you take off your helmet.

“Do it quick”, you mutter and sink below the window, pointing your gun at the entrance of the helicopter, while the strap of your helmet is cutting into your elbow and the night goggles on it dig into your thigh.

“Jesus, it looks really bad”, the captain mutters as he grabs some gauze from his med kit and wraps it around your head with quick and efficient movements. It gets soaked almost immediately.

You don’t really care though; you can’t feel the pain. In fact, you can’t really feel anything. Your body doesn’t feel like your own, you’re practically floating. Maybe it’s because you’re dead.

He finishes and you put your helmet back on.

“Tell me if you’re starting to feel light-headed, okay?”

You nod but don’t plan on actually doing it. Even bandaging your head feels useless.

You can’t exactly die twice, right?

If this is the afterlife it might be likely that he doesn’t know that yet. That he doesn’t know he’s dead, a corpse like you.

For a second you wonder what killed him. You look at the man. He really is a stranger.

You feel bad for not knowing his name but asking would be kind of strange as he addresses you in such a familiar way, so you don’t.

The area doesn’t provide enough light for you to check his name tag on his cammies either, so you just have to go on without knowing. But that’s okay. You probably have a lot of time to get to know him – if this is hell.

Your inner child is starting to whisper, and you have to repress your childhood memories about church, the priest in your hometown and your father’s bible.

You breathe in and out.

The smell that surrounds you reminds you of countless operations you’ve been part of. It reminds you of your team, your friends, him.

Something in your chest hurts.

Your radio crackles, you hear a familiar cockney accent and suddenly you see two bodies burning in the flames outside of the helicopter.

“Alpha 0-2, Bravo 0-7. Building two secure. We’re coming to you.”

The captain responds but you don’t hear his words, just see his lips moving, while you lean against the metal, your fingers gripping your rifle so hard that your knuckles turn white under your gloves.

There’s a ringing in your ears growing louder and louder.

A moment later a shadow towers over you and you look up reflexively, coming face to face with a masked soldier. Two eyes glance at you from behind a skull mask and all you can do is stare back.

His eyes quickly focus on the marine next to you, then he checks the windows, focused as always, a perfect soldier to the bone.

The captain readies his gun and the man next to him follows his lead, pointing his rifle at the tree line on the opposite side of the heli.

You don’t move.

He realizes. And he turns around, staring at you from behind that mask.

“Nomad, get your arse up and help, they’re coming”, he barks.

Slowly you blink. Something stirs in your head.

“Yessir”, you mutter, breathless, and rise to your feet.

You feel like a puppet master, pulling strings to move your body, all of you is slow and heavy, your muscles like lead. But you manage to stand and point your gun towards the tree line.

The next 15 minutes are a blur, a mix of shooting and reloading, killing, the feeling of your finger on the trigger so familiar, your body moves on its own like a well-oiled machine.

All the while your heart is screaming his name and your head replays the last few minutes in the Caucasus Mountains.

Tears well up in your eyes and you blink them away.

He’s dead you think. You both are. You fucking died. You watched him get killed. Helplessly.

The roaring in your head gets louder, accompanying the spray fire of Kilo 0-1 who mows down the troops of the enemy vehicles. And when the last enemy falls you remain there standing motionless, your grip tight on your rifle, while the others discuss their next movements.

Someone taps your shoulder and points at your head. You lower your night googles and your vision takes a moment to adjust.

A second later, Bravo Team begins to move, and you follow him and the others in a daze, one foot before the other.

Together you move a couple hundred meters, the name “Hassan” falls from several lips, but you have no clue who that man is.

Prey your head helpfully provides.

Before you can think about this sudden thought, you hear a whistle and the man left of you drops like a sack.

SniperGetDown rings in your ears and you dive low, your heartbeat suddenly going 200 per minute.

He’s right there.

A few meters beside you, you can practically feel him and his heart. In this moment, whether it was real or not, whether this was the afterlife or purgatory and you but just a corpse- in this very moment, his heart is beating, alive and strong.

Your finger is on the trigger before you know it, this time you’re ready- your target is right there, you spotted the laser of his rifle and your rifle is in position- this time your bullet will hit- and it does.

Before he can finish his sentence:

“...rest of you stay lo-“

“Sniper down”, you interrupt, your voice foreign to your ears, too weak, too raw.

“Nomad- what are-“

Another shot rings out and yet another soldier in your line falls.

You don’t waste a second, your finger is trigger happy, it’s too important to keep him save, to keep him breathing. If you have to watch him die again…

Someone joins you as you provide cover fire and together, you’re taking out the enemies on the balcony and the roof, bullets whizz past you, even some RPG rockets but you’re too focused on your task to be bothered by it.

A few seconds later Kilo 0-1 sends a spray of gun fire into the property and the building is shaken by explosions – yet it still remains standing, the most of it anyway.

Next thing you know, the soldiers around you are up and running to the building, someone grabs you by the back of your vest and hauls you on your feet, dragging you a bit before you begin to walk on your own.

The skull mask is watching you, the eyes behind it are dark and, in your head, you know exactly how badly he wants to beat your ass right now.

But he lets you go and returns his attention back to the mission.

Lock down the building and find this Hassan- whoever he is, dead or alive.

You follow him, reloading your rifle absent-mindedly while watching his back.

He somehow appears taller.

It’s different a voice in your head whispers, he is- you almost trip on the stairs and the soldier behind you saves you from your fall.

“Watch it, Nomad”, a Scottish voice says and another one rings in your head.

Soap get down!

You blink and grunt in response and the sergeant lets you go. He passes you and readies his rifle to make entry.

Every cell in your body screams to not let him do it but you suddenly feel drowsy and when you finally shake off the feeling, you’re inside the building on first deck, Bravo Team soldiers in front of you while the corpses of the enemy soldiers lay in the rubble around you.

Something’s wrong.

You gun down another hostile and when he and Soap push to the second floor, you follow them, still floating above the ground. But when you walk up the stairs your limbs feel heavy, and your breath is going to fast.

He halts at the door to the side, for a moment his eyes search for you, but in the next, he takes out the man who pushes out the room.

Two shots.

He lets the soldier drop to the ground and then enters the room; gun raised. Soap follows him and you walk up the rest of the stairs.

At the top you have to lean on the wall for a bit. A weight is pressing on your chest, and it hinders your lungs from getting enough air.

“You okay?” a Bravo Team soldier asks. You hum.

Yeah, you’re doing fine. If only the world would stop spinning for a goddamn second.

You blink. The night googles make you woozy, but you don’t take them off, knowing that your eyes would take too long to adjust to the darkness.

You stare out of the entry way to the balcony. You know that there are enemy soldiers left in the building, so you get your shit together.

As soon as you find Hassan it’ll be over. You can hang on a little longer. You’re a soldier, part of taskforce 141, an expert in your field. You went through a lot before, this is nothing. If this is supposed to be hell, it’s a fucking joke.

He walks out of the room and you stand tall again in case he checks on you like he usually would – he doesn’t.

He positions himself before you, letting Soap pass him to walk through the door frame. He guns down the hostile who peeks out of one of the entry ways on the balcony.

Then the Scot goes to the right room, and you move forward, ready to go straight down the balcony but he blocks your path with his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing, rookie?”

That word makes you freeze.

He hasn’t called you that in years and him doing it now, hurts you.

“Why-“ you begin, ready to argue why the fuck he’s acting this way, when Soap emerges from the door way where the enemy had peaked before and gunshots ring out.

“Shit- heads up lads, sneaky little gits are everywhere!”, the Scot curses and sends a spray of bullets down a small hole the wall. You grunt. He almost got shot in the leg. He has to be more careful.

“Move”, you squeeze out between your teeth, and the masked man turns to face you. He peers down at you, his eyes scrutinizing your form.

“You’re following my orders, sergeant. I’m not here to babysit you. So, stand down and don’t pull a move like that again. You’re injured, stay back and don’t hinder us.”

His tone is cold when he references your earlier action of saving his life. You stare at him, trying to find out if you heard correctly. The dark eyes behind the mask stare back with a hard gaze.

You open your mouth, a curse ready to be spilt – since when does he talk to you like that? – but before you can voice your thoughts he walks past you, gun raised, following Soap’s footsteps. You breathe out shakily.

Something is wrong. Something is seriously wrong.

The ringing in your ears returns but you ignore it when the soldier who asked you for your well-being before, waits for you to follow him. Determined you get moving, following the soldier, rifle raised in front of you.

The house is in horrible condition, the onslaught of Kilo 0-1’s gun fire and the explosions destroyed the ceiling, walls and the furniture and, in some corners, the remains of it burn.

The marine pushes up to the door on the left, while he kneels to cover Soap just in case. You bite your lip.

Usually, you would do the clearing with Soap, but this situation is different. There’s a power imbalance somehow and you don’t understand why.

So instead, you follow the soldier and stand behind him, your back against the wall, staring straight at him.

Was it the mask? It was different yes, but his voice and his demeanour- You know it’s him. It has to be him.

Soap passes by you and enters the room, firing his gun, just a millisecond later.

“Threat eliminated”, he announces and guns down the other hostile who peeks through the damaged window.

These words make him move and he walks up to the door frame as well. You remain standing at the wall while the marine makes space for him.

“Poke around, Soap.”

Closing your eyes, you grip your rifle tighter. You’re standing on your feet but the whole world is turning and it’s making you feel nauseous.

The ringing is more intense than ever, and you don’t hear why Bravo Team is moving again but you weakly push yourself off the wall and follow, not realizing that Soap is watching you with worried eyes.

You walk down the stairs, trying to calm your breathing that has turned ragged.

The soldier before you has already left the building when you arrive at the bottom of the stairs and you groan inwardly. Keep up, you shout inwardly.

You experienced worse before, the things you have gone through felt like hell, this in comparison is nothing.

So you push through to the warehouse, jogging to some crates in front of it, your rifle raised, ready for whatever is to come.

Your hands are shaking though, and it costs you immense willpower to keep the gun raised and somewhat steady.

You focus on your breathing and follow him and the others when they begin to move.

You enter the building and a second later- get blinded by the flood lights.

Shots ring out – you can’t see – and Soap shouts something that you can’t understand due to the explosion of a grenade close to you. Groping blindly, you move your night goggles and squint your eyes to adjust to the brightness, but you stumble forward, the sudden loss of your vision is affecting your balance.

It feels like years when you are finally able to make out shapes again, and you rush left behind a crate or whatever it is, holding your rifle up, finger now resting on the trigger.

Another few seconds pass and you’re still partially blinded, red dots dancing over your field of vision. You fall on your ass, leaning against the cold concrete wall to steady yourself.

You’re on a roller coaster, stuck on the looping, the world is turning endlessly. The sounds of fighting accompany your nausea inducing trip and your heartbeat underlines it like a war drum.

It dawns on you now that you really must be in hell – the instances before when you thought about it, you were joking, forming a wall out of sarcasm to protect you from the rising panic and bane of your catholic upbringing.

Your body hurts, your head, your heart – you do have a wound on the side of your head, you are bleeding real blood and the blood loss, and a possible concussion is affecting you.

You take your left hand off your rifle, letting it rest on your thighs, your right hand still holding it, keeping a finger close to the trigger, while you try to open the clasp of your helmet.

You’re shaking too much, and the vertigo makes you miss several times.

When you finally grasp the band, you can barely squeeze your fingers together to open the clasp. Pushing your mic out of the way, you lean forward and shove your helmet off your head.

The bandaged wound on your temple stings and you squeeze your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your mouth.

Why does it feel so real? Is this how you’re tortured? Hurting your body and showing you your loved ones alive and well?

They aren’t real a voice whispers in your head. It’s not them.

You grab your head with both hands. No, it’s not true. It can’t be.

Where’s Roach? You suddenly ask yourself. And Lynx?

Anna is was your best friend in the force, she meant so much to you- she should be here.

Your head hurts so much and the ringing in your ears is so loud that you don’t hear that the fighting has already ceased. Someone grabs your shoulder, the grip is strong but it doesn’t hurt.

“…me? ..omad? ost, Nomad is inju…”

Your head is so heavy.

Fingers apply pressure on your head injury and the touch sends a painful jolt through your body, making you open your eyes.

You blink, trying to stop the blurriness and when you do, you see him.

He stands far back in the shadow of a metal shelf, Soap is closer to you, just behind the marine who’s kneeling in front of you.

The white of his eyes in contrast with the dark makeup around it. The skull peers down at you, his gaze hard, distant, as if he’s looking at a stranger.

Instantly, you realize he’s not your Simon.

He’s a demon, crafted to torture you for eternity, reminding you that you were unable to save him.

Your eyes water.

He’sgonehe’sdeadIlosthim.

You keel forward, alarming the marine and Soap.

“…ey, hey! Stay …wake, don…out!”

Tears spill from your eyes, mixing with the half dried blood on your cheek.

“…’m sorry”, you whimper, gasping for air that isn’t entering your lungs.

You heave like a fish on dry land, You can’t breathe, your brain isn’t getting enough oxygen. You’re dying. Again. Only this time it’s so much worse.

“…anic attack…”, someone grunts, and hands grab you, clinging to you, making your body heavy.

They drag you through the ground into darkness and his name is on your lips when they take you.

Ghost stares at your limp body.

Something is different about you.

Years of combat experience which sharpened his senses and instinct tell him there is something off.

Your reaction before was strange and yes one might say it’s due to your injuries, but he just knows there’s more to it. Somehow, you appear foreign and yet familiar at the same time.

The way you carried yourself was different.

He might be wrong but for him it seemed as if you had lost the jump in your movements, the gait of a rookie.

Hours ago, you had fidgeted with your watch when General Shepherd explained your mission, glancing excitedly and perhaps a bit anxiously at the other task members. Soap had smiled at your demeanour.

Earlier it was different.

The way you handled your rifle, efficient movements, no unnecessary grasp there, no groping for ammunition, just fluid motion, smooth like clockwork. As if you’d done the same for a decade or so. But that’s not true.

And that’s what strange.

But what puzzles him even more was the fact that you called his name- his real name, not his call sign- when you passed out.

What the hell is going on?

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4ngeldusstt · 1 year

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Everything to me

A/N: its been sooo long ever since i wrote something, this is so bad im sorry but i hope yall like it even a lil bit <3 (if you have a request about kai send it!! Detailed please :c)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 982

The sound of screams and things breaking woke you up from your peaceful nap on Kai’s bed, suddenly you felt how two of his followers were restraining your arms leading you to the basement “what the fuck let go of me you fucking shit” “i’ll tell Kai when he finds out he will kill you” the guy looked down at you laughing “he told us to do this i think its you who is gonna get killed bitch” you didnt understand anything, me? What the fuck happened? your anxiety was eating you up not letting you think properly. The second you came to your senses you were thrown in a middle of a circle, on your knees, you looked around inspecting your surroundings taking notice of everyone on the cult standing around, looking down at you.

Your eyes landed in the person standing right in front of you. Kai. His face distorted with rage and anger, “you fucking slut, out of everyone it had to be you. I gave you everything, i trusted you and you pay me back by rating us out.” His words came out carefully, filled with venom each word felt like a dagger to you. “I didn’t do anything, I can’t even get out of the house, I’ m being watched 24/7 I didn’t rat you out, it was not me.” Your words were clear and confident despite the fear that filled your body, you knew what Kai was capable of.

He was now at you level, sitting on his knees face to face with you, locking eyes with each other “baby, it was not me, you have to trust me.” You were desperate at this point “Why you y/n, WHY?” The sudden yell made you flinch, “I’ll have to kill you now, you’re making me do this y/n, I have no other option” his eyes filling with tears only you catching a glimpse of it before he blinked them off not wanting to look weak in front of his people, he was so in fucking love with you it pained him so deep inside just the though of you betraying him.

“If you are gonna kill me, do it knowing that I’m pregnant Kai,I’m carrying your messiah, your seed is growing inside of me right now, also do it knowing that I would never betray you, you’re everything to me Kai, please believe me, you have to trust me on this one.” You whispered so only he could hear, watching his face soften and change into a mix of surprise and excitement but you could still read rage on his expression. “Is that true princess? That you are carrying my child?” Princess.. the nickname you much adored, hearing that calmed you down a bit. “Yes Kai, I’m 9 weeks pregnant, I took 5 tests to be sure a couple days ago, I can take another one for you so you can trust me.” Kai just lowered his head and let out a shaky sigh as a response, you heard mumbling around you, but was silenced the second Kai stood up and paced around the room.

“Kai I found this in Winters pillow case” Ally said holding a small device on her hand “looks like a mic to me, maybe y/n is saying the truth and she was not the mole, Winter might me.” Kai’s glace changed again, this time towards his sister. He walked closer to her, holding the small item between his fingers “what the fuck is this Winter? You were going to make me kill my angel, my princess, who is carrying my child, making me think it was her when.. this whole time was you?” “Kai it’s no what it looks like I promise.” She said fearful “Boys, get rid of this fucking rat, lock her up i’ll make a visit later after i think what i’ll do with her.” He signaled his followers as they took her to a closet and locked her up, yells and cries for help where all that was heard as she was carried to the small space.

Kai let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a second before helping you get up from the floor and taking you in his arms, he held you close, right now you where the only person he could trust, not even his own sister, just you. “I’m so fucking sorry, please forgive me princess, I should’ve not doubted you, I’ll do everything in my hands to make a better world for you and our child and to protect both of you from any harm, I promise you that. I love you.” He whispered softly in you ear as everyone left the room, leaving just the two of us. “I forgive you Kai, I love you more than anything, thank you for trusting me, I got your back, I got you.” “I know.” He whispered back placing a loving kiss on your lips, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you, making you feel safe. Thats what he was, even after all, he was your safety.

#kai anderson #ahs cult #kai anderson imagine #kai anderson x reader #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #kai ahs #kai ahs cult

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thetwelfthcrow · 6 months

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- Max saying that his amount of wins is still nothing compared to Lewis...with that little glance and smile....what are you, SMITTEN?

- Btw, the way I have a physical reaction whenever Lewis says "Max"....😮🫣🥺🫠

- I'm not normal and therefore obsessed whenever either Max or Lewis answers a question and turns to the other one for "help", prompting them to jump in. Max immediatelly picking up his mic as soon as Lewis wants to know something. Idk why but the casualness is k i l l i n g me in the best wayyyy

- Asdfghj Lewis RAN out of that presser before Crofty could even finish his last sentence, is he ok??? I low key love it whenever the adhd energy becomes So visible (his feet!! how is he so jittery, like, can he keep still???) but he jumped, the difference to Max looking so comfy on that couch is sending me lmao. Can he go check on him tho

- Also, the giggling again!!!! You're supposed to be enemies be serious wth

HELLO i finally watched the presser so here we go i love u anon for this rundown

max was like ain't no way i'm lettin this get to my head with king-of-winning-races next to me c'mon now. he was smiley and smirkey he said that to make lewis smile i'm sure of it !!! so gay

please same ;-; whenever they're first name basis i'm like yes girls go get that. especially for lewis. like, max evolved from this guy this dude to max like oh my god what an honor. i can imagine young max absolutely jerking off to lewis calling him by his name for the first time. i mean, i know i would

YES THEY DO THAT SO OFTEN !! they collaborate thru those pressers for real. they're sooo ready to work together n talk thru it. i love it.i think they just like talking to each other. but i also think it's incredibly cute and yes THEY'RE SOOOO WELL ALIGNED like they are There together and they work so well. i imagine that's what sharing 35 podiums does to you (and probably some dinners too). and it is sooo casual and easy like !!!!!!!!!! sedate me with this.

lewis booked it outta there. tom clarkson, who does the press conferences (crofty's a sky commentator), barely said that's all and lewis was already in his cab home fr fr. makes me wonder even more what he was doing on his phone the whole time like whooo youuu textiiiiinnn????? and yess the adhd was ragiiiin. he was yawning humming jittering the entire way through i loved watching it too. max was zen himself like buddha had nothing on him and lewis was Ready to Leave. i hope max caught him on his way to the hospitality and wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders and made a bad joke that gets lewis' eyes all crinkly to calm him down.

and please they are soooo GIGGLY ALWAYS !!! giggly boys to the max. and it's so obviously not nervosity (what i see in lando sometimes) it's just....joy?? just two little dudes having fun with each other. it's tooo fucking cute. everyone be calling them the rivals of the century and they're out there just giggling about tire factories or rookie numbers or whatever they have going on. they're on the same wavelength and no one else is allowed.

#Anonymous #thank u anon i love this it was fun !!#4433 #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat #us gp 2023

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Hi! I really love your writings! And thanks for write something for Present mic,he so underrated😢

Since you request are open can i ask an NSFW between fem reader abd hizashi(in their young age,like 19 years old) when they try to have they fisrt time in Hizashi house?

(Hey Anon! No need to thank me haha, I’m always here to make people happy. Anyway I hope you enjoy this and have a great day!)

The Next Level

Hizashi Yamada x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Smut, swearing, and unprotected sex)

It’s been a year since you and Hizashi first met. The both of you were eighteen and met at a club, he came up to you and sparked up a conversation and ever since then you two became inseparable. Although you started developing feelings for Hizashi, romantic feelings, but you decided not to do anything about it because you were afraid that he would only see you as a best friend.

All of that changed when one day Hizashi called you, asking to hang out with him at the same club you met each other at. Of course you instantly agreed and that was one of the greatest decisions you’ve ever made, because that was when he confessed to you and got into a relationship.

....

Today was an eventful day, it was your one year anniversary. The both of you decided to celebrate by going to a karaoke show, walk around and try some street food, and finally head to his house and chill. He drove you to his home, jamming to the radio on blast and talking about all the things you could do whenever you arrived. You were curious to see what his home looked like, but no matter what it looked like you knew it was gonna be so much fun hanging out there.

“Well here we are!” Hizashi says enthusiastically before getting out of the car. Humming a song that’s been stuck in his head.

You got out and got a better look of the house, there was nothing special about it, it just looked like an ordinary home, though there were a couple dead plants by the door. “So, you’re bad at taking care of plants huh?” You teased, already knowing he was gonna have a dramatic reaction to your comment.

“Hey it’s not my fault that they’re so needy. I didn’t even want them here in the first place, they just appeared!” He raises his hands dramatically, causing you to let out a small chuckle. He unlocks the door and heads inside, “Welcome to my humble abode! Make yourself at home, I’m going to get some snacks for the movie. Make sure you choose a good one.”

“No promises!” You joked, heading to the living room, looking around the place. It was a rather cozy feeling and it smelled like your favorite scent. Did he spray stuff before you got here? Or maybe he lit a candle? Whatever he did, the kind gesture made you smile, you’re definitely going to tease him about this later on.

You get settled on the couch, grabbing the remote to choose the movie, picking a romantic comedy one. It looked interesting and had high ratings so what could go wrong?

“I’m here with the snacks!” Hizashi yells, ripping you out of your thoughts. He lays out the assortment of food on the coffee table and plops down next to you, “Sooo whatcha pick?”

“Oh it’s a romantic comedy, it looked cool so I chose it.” You explain, pressing play on the movie.

“Yes! That’s my second favorite genre. My favorite being comedy of course.” He said, giving you a wide smile before turning his attention to the television.

....

Luckily your movie picking skills are still as sharp as ever cause the movie so far is amazing; the plot, characters, and the scenes. There was this one certain scene where the two main characters were getting a little spicy. While watching that scene, you couldn’t help but imagine you and Hizashi doing something like that, the thought made your heart beat faster.

You tried to not think about it, but it’s hard when the wet feeling in between your legs increases. Looking over at Hizashi, he had a blush dusted on his cheeks. Was he thinking about the same thing?

A sudden strong wave of boldness washed over you, scooting closer to him and grabbing his face to look at you, face inches away from his. “How about we do something more exciting?” You say seductively, causing his blush to turn a darker shade of red before smirking.

“Ha I like this side of you.” He said, lips brushing against yours before finally kissing you. Straddling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. The kiss lasted for a long few minutes before you pulled away to get some air, staring into each other’s eyes full of love and lust.

“Are you sure about this? Are you ready to take our relationship to the next level?” Hizashi asks, making sure that you were completely ready and comfortable with this.

You softly smile at him, “Yes, I want my first time to be with you.”

Hizashi’s eyes widened a bit, “So it’s your first time too huh? I’m glad I’m not alone in this then hehe.” He smiles back at you, “So are you gonna take this top off or what?”

You feel his hands slowly slip underneath your top, “I guess I am.” You retort, taking off your top and throwing it to the side with a plastered smirk on your face, making Hizashi chuckle.

“Ha you always find a way to make me laugh, I love that about you.” He gushed, slowly kissing your neck and biting it gently. You let out a long sigh when his hand reached underneath your bra, playing with your nipple with his thumb.

He feels your body grind on him desperately, your private hitting his own each time. You felt the tent on his pants grow, “I should take these off hmm?” You say, hands gesturing to your bottoms. He nods his head before pulling you into another kiss, pulling away shortly to let you take off the rest of your clothes while he unzips his pants.

In no time you had all your clothes off, you were way too pent up and excited for what's to come. You crawled back onto his lap, his hand instantly went to grip your waist gentle but still firm. You hovered over his cock angling yourself to settle onto it while he kissed your jawline, holding back a relieved groan.

You grabbed Hizashi’s shoulders while you adjusted to his size, humping slowly on it for some friction. The movement caused both of you to moan. He leans forward kissing you passionately, you wrap your arms around his head to deepen the kiss. You begin to move faster to get even more pleasure, you were needy and he could tell so he thrusted his hips upward in a slow but hard fashion.

The slow, hard thrusts turned fast and rough and ripped loud moans out of you, which were muffled from the deep kiss. Hizashi slides his hands down to your ass, squeezing it while he pulls away to watch your facial expressions contort with pleasure.

He groans as your moans get even louder, signaling that you were closely approaching your orgasm. “F-fuck I’m close” you gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly.

Hizashi's movements became rigid as he got closer to his climax “Damn me too.” He says, visibly trying to hold back from cumming inside you.

“A-ah pleas-e cum inside me, I’m clo-” Your moans ripped through your throat, interrupting what you had to say. Throwing your head back as you cum hard, feeling Hizashi fill you up.

Panting noises fill the room as the both of you recover from the intense orgasm. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you, “Dang, I didn’t know you had all that in you.” Hizashi says teasingly.

“I have a lot of things in me now.” You retorted, hitting him playfully, he laughed at your reply.

Today couldn’t have gone any better, it was the most perfect anniversary you could’ve asked for. You can’t wait for the next one.

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#mha smut #mha scenarios #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha present mic #mha hizashi #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi x reader

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