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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 3 months

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Omfg I ate that Vox fic up! The one where he hypnotized the reader after a long fight of them nearly being taken from him. Can you do a part 2 please? Like when the reader eventually learns he basically forced them to sign the contract and they find a way to be immune to his hypnosis? He goes absolutely nuts despite literally owning their soul. He's canonically a control freak and seems to even have some yandere traits. I hope I'm not going against your rules! You don't have any posted so I just wanna ask! Thank you for being awesome! :D Don't hesitate to turn down this request. Write what makes you feel comfortable. Just please respond so I and everyone else knows not to make a similar request in the future. Lots of love!

ABSOLUTELY!! I did take this in a slightly different direction, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Lowkey thinking of doing a Vox POV of this later and maybe even a part three...

Vox isn't actually in this much, but I feel a loose actual plot coming together and this is what naturally flowed for me.

I hope y'all are ready for more angst... plus a cliff-hanger <3

More Than Anything Part 2 [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2.5

"You controlling prick!"

Vox ducked as you threw a pillow at him. Even in your righteous anger, you'd never actually truly try to hurt him, but by god were you pissed.

Despite Vox's obvious disdain for the Hazbin Hotel and its association with Alastor, you visited the hotel occasionally to catch up with your friend Angel Dust and give some much-deserved love to his pet pig Fat Nuggets. It was during one of these visits that you ran into Alastor, who immediately looked at you with disgust in his ever-present smile.

"Really now, my dear," he said as he shook his head in disapproval. "It's already enough of a shame that you have such poor taste in a romantic partner, but to give your soul to him as well? I thought you were smarter than that."

The overlord could see the aura of Vox's ever-annoying electric cords locked around your soul like chains. You'd been confused and his eye twitched with annoyance as he realized what Vox had done to you. To say you were livid after he explained that you'd been tricked was an understatement.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Vox pleaded as you fumed at him in his room. "But you left me no other choice! You weren't listening to me and if I didn't bind your soul, then Satan knows what could have happened to you by now."

"Just because you don't fucking believe in my ability to look out for myself doesn't mean you get to just take my soul!" You screamed with hot, angry tears flowing down your face. You wipe at them, only crying harder at the frustration of the tears you couldn't control in your anger. You felt like they undermined your emotions.

Vox's magic sparked around him as he tried his best not to get angry and start a fight with you. He was terrified and was that much more susceptible to his angry tendencies in moments like these. It took everything in him to try and calm himself, not wanting to push you away further. His heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw you pull a large bag out of the closet and start shoving clothes into it.

"W-Where are you going?" Vox panicked as he crossed the room.

"The hotel," you said with quiet fury, as you stepped away from the closet and went to the nightstand with your personal things on it. "I need some space and it's the one fucking place I know you'd rather die again than follow me to."

"Ŷ̸̪͕o̸̢̿̿ū̷̫ ̶̬͂c̶̺̾͂a̴͒͘͜n̴̫̂̔'̶̡̉t̶͙̝̄͒," Vox said, his voice starting to glitch as his panic increased. "You've heard the news, the extermination is in a week and the angels plan on attacking there first. There's no guarantee they'll keep to the date after how much little miss dumbass pissed off heaven. It's not safe there."

You pull your bag over your shoulder and the look you gave him will haunt him for the rest of his afterlife. "It's safer than here."

It breaks him all the more when you shield your eyes from him and storm past him so he can't hypnotize you into staying. Vox is paralyzed with fear like never before. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop you from leaving him, but he couldn't do anything as his system glitched so hard it forced him into a reboot. When he came to, he was alone. You were gone.

Charlie was more than willing to let you stay at the hotel. The two of you hadn't had the chance to really ever speak before, but she was always friendly when you came to visit Angel, even after you explained to her there was no way you'd be able to become a guest.

In exchange, you were happy to help set up the defenses against the extermination. You got to know all of the other members of the hotel and the work helped you push down the burning ache in your chest.

Vox had been trying to contact you nonstop. You eventually turned off your phone, driven insane by the wall of notifications of him begging you to respond in any way. He knew you were okay for the time being. He was literally connected to your soul. But as the extermination day grew closer, his panic only increased. If it wasn't for Valentino and Velvette holding him back, there were several times he genuinely would have set aside his pride and come to the hotel just to get you.

It was after helping Husk and Cherri put up a particularly tricky barrier with the dwindling supplies that Angel found you taking a break. He passed you a water which you took gratefully as he slid down the wall and joined you on the floor.

"So," he started. "Are we going to ever talk about the reason why you're hiding out here?"

"Do we have to?" You groan, running your fingers through your hair. Despite the smiles and laughter you'd been sharing with your newfound friends as you all prepared for the potential end of it all, the dark circles on your eyes gave away what was lurking underneath.

For as angry as you were at Vox, you missed him. You missed feeling him curl against you in bed. You missed being woken up at unholy hours early in the morning because Vox couldn't start his day without giving you a kiss and telling you how much he loved you. You missed his shitty taste in shows and how he'd collapse into your arms after a long day at work.

Angel sighed, looking at the boarded-up lobby. "Look I may not get it, but you love the guy, right? Are you really content with possibly dying in a couple of days for a cause you're not even a part of, just because you're pissed with him?"

"He stole my soul, Angie" You frown at him.

"And that is fucked up as hell," he agrees. "But I know you and I know there ain't no way in hell you're actually satisfied leaving shit like this."

"I just-," you start before groaning. "How the hell are we supposed to come back from this? I doubt he'd ever void the contract. He's too convinced he's right for that."

Angel sighed, setting his own cup aside. "Honestly toots, you're not gonna like it, but... He kinda has a point."

You whip your head up to look at him and he holds up his hands defensively. "Not saying that stealing your soul was the right call. Believe me, if anyone gets how fucked it is having your soul controlled by a sociopath with a big ego, it's me. But you're not exactly in the safest of places, dollface. Not to mention, you're dating an overlord who's in a trio determined to piss off as many big shots as possible. His mind may not be in the right place, but his heart kinda is."

You take Angel's words to heart and sigh as you bury your face in your arms. "I hate it, but you're right... I just... I don't want to hold him back. I don't want to be the person that needs to be protected. I want to be his equal, not his problem."

"Then tell him that," Angel sighs. His gaze drifts to the bar and smiles fondly. "Someone recently has taught me how important being real with yourself is. It's okay to be flawed. No one got stuck in this shithole cause we were perfect, y'know?"

He nudged you with a grin as he added, "Plus, come on. Can you imagine how many bitches in hell would kill to have a sexy fucker that wants nothing more than to love ya and keep ya safe? I love you toots, but for fucks sake, pick a struggle."

You snort, shaking your head as you lightly swat at his arm. "Fuck you for being right about shit all the time."

"It's one of my best assets," Angel smirked. "Y'know, aside from all the fluff."

You laughed as he puffed up his chest and by the end of the evening, you'd decided to head back. As much as you loved Angel and wanted nothing more than to be by his side as the extermination drew near, he had a point. This wasn't your fight and there was a controlling dumbass that had been blowing up your phone ever since you left that was praying for your return.

After exchanging promises to see each other after the extermination, you left the hotel. You had an idiot to see.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust #the tiniest nudge at huskerdust #i know this wasnt super vox focused but the next part def will be

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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oh love, i'm terrified

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is terrifying'

rated t | 1,585 words | cw: negative self views | tags: falling in love, getting together, love confessions, sappy and fluffy

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He thought he was being obvious.

He doesn't do this stuff for everyone else. He doesn't show up after work to hang out for no reason other than just wanting to be around the other person. He doesn't talk on the phone for three hours in the middle of the night to comfort the other person after nightmares. He doesn't fucking stargaze with anyone.

But with Eddie he does. Steve always goes out of his way for Eddie.

He knows why, and he feels like everyone can see it too: he loves him.

But somehow, Eddie doesn't see it, or chooses not to.

Even Dustin, oblivious to human emotion as anyone else Steve's ever met, pulled him aside after Hellfire one night --yes, he even attends Hellfire now-- to ask if he knew he was flirting with Eddie so much.

Robin and Nancy had called him out on two different occasions for touching him too much in public, but he hadn't even realized his hand had gone to his waist!

And Eddie still seemed clueless.

Or at least, most of the time he seemed clueless.

Sometimes, though, Steve could swear he looked at him in a specific way, a way that Steve would think is understanding and maybe even returned feelings. But he never said anything, never did anything out of the ordinary for Eddie.

Months of wondering what the hell he could do differently, months of being less and less subtle every day, months of showing how much he loved him without actually saying it.

All for Eddie to still be oblivious.

But not tonight,

Tonight, he was going to Eddie's to have dinner and watch a movie. Wayne was on a fishing trip with his buddies from work, and all the kids were at the same summer camp, probably torturing underpaid teenage counselors.

No interruptions were possible.

He could bring out all his moves, and if Eddie still didn't get it by the end of the night, maybe he could even use his words.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Eddie yelled from the kitchen as Steve let himself in. "I didn't burn anything!"

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. "Sounds like something someone who burnt dinner would say."

"I didn't! I mean one edge is a little crispy on the lasagna, but I think that's because our oven is older than Wayne. You think the government could've given us a better oven for my troubles, but apparently not," Eddie turned to Steve standing in the doorway. "You look...nice."

Steve always liked to look nice, but he'd decided to dress up a little bit tonight, try to make his intentions clear right from the start. His hair was done as usual, but he was wearing his khaki slacks instead of jeans and his nicest navy polo instead of the t-shirts he'd mostly been wearing outside of work. He even sprung for his watch that his dad gave him as a graduation gift. He hated to know how much money was wasted on it, but it did look nice.

"Thanks. You do too," Steve replied.

Eddie looked down at his own clothes and back up at Steve. "Dude, I'm wearing sweats and a t-shirt that has more holes than cloth. You don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying. You always look best when you're comfy," Steve shrugged. "Need help with anything?"

Eddie shook his head. "Not unless you wanna grab beers from the fridge. I forgot to get some this afternoon so they're just Wayne's PBRs, but a cold beer's a good beer, right?"

"Right," Steve agreed, walking to the fridge to grab the beers.

Dinner went as dinner usually does, except they actually sat at the table this time instead of the couch. Eddie seemed surprised when Steve set his things down in front of the chair he only sat in to keep Eddie company while he planned for campaigns, but just silently joined him.

They talked and joked, they made themselves laugh so hard beer almost came out of Eddie's nose. It was perfect.

After, Steve started working on the dishes, Eddie standing by the counter watching.

He was quiet, which was unusual, especially when no one else was around to fill the silence.

"Everything okay, Eds?" Steve asked as he scrubbed a particularly difficult area on a fork.

"What? Oh. Yeah."

Steve turned to look at him, suddenly worried when he saw Eddie's face turned down to the floor. This wasn't them. They'd just had a nice dinner, and now Eddie was being...shy?

Now was his chance. He could say it. Robin would be proud of him for finally just doing it.

Hell, he'd be proud of himself for doing it.

But something seemed wrong, and the last thing Steve wanted was to turn a good night bad because he couldn't reign in his feelings for a bit.

He wiped his hands on the towel by the sink and turned fully towards Eddie.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie shook his head once, then sighed. "I kind of feel like I've been wined and dined tonight. And that's ridiculous because you're just one of my best friends, and you're straight, and it's all been in my head for months, but-"

"Woah. Wait." Steve interrupted. "You've been noticing that for months? And you didn't say anything?"

"Well, no. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship because I can't handle my own hopes getting up." Eddie leaned away from Steve further. "I know you don't mean it that way. I don't want you to change anything."

"Eds-"

"And if you do want to, that's fine! Whatever would make you comfortable. I just have to say it's feeling very 'I have romantic feelings' for you territory and I know you don't so."

"Eddie."

"I'm also not good at that though. No one's ever shown interest in me other than one girl in high school who ended up moving away a week later so I didn't even have to break her heart."

Steve crashed his lips to Eddie's, half hoping it would shut him up, and half hoping he would somehow keep rambling. He kind of loved watching him ramble.

It did shut him up. Even when Steve pulled away, Eddie's silence was deafening.

"Sorry. I should've asked if I could first, but I don't think you would have even heard me. Was that okay?" Steve asked.

"Why did you do that?" Eddie sounded heartbroken.

That's not what Steve wanted at all.

"I wanted to. I have wanted to."

"No you don't."

This was not going the way Steve had hoped for. "How would you know I don't?"

"Because I'm me! I'm just the dude who gets the good weed, and says funny shit, and cooks dinner sometimes. I'm not a girl Steve Harrington falls in love with, or even takes on a date. I'm not the type you build a relationship and future with. I'm just the guy who gets to watch everyone else do that. I'm not good for that."

"What the hell do you mean?" Steve was angry now. Who had convinced Eddie he couldn't have good things, couldn't be loved or love someone, couldn't be important? "You're Eddie Munson. You saved us all from an evil wizard dude and nearly died doing it. You're the guy who makes me a sandwich when I come over for Hellfire even though there's strict no eating during the campaign rules because you know I've been working all day and need to eat. You turn all my bad days good, and make my life better just because you're you."

"Steve-"

"My turn." Steve crowded him against the counter, hands cupping his cheeks and eyes boring into Eddie's. "I need you to understand something. I've been trying to show how much I care about you, how much I love you, for months, and I've been thinking I've just been terrible at it. I thought I truly did lose all my charm. I've been pulling all my moves out for you. I was starting to think maybe you just were trying to ignore it all to let me down easy, but it isn't that. It's because you don't see how fucking amazing you are, isn't it?"

Eddie's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Because you are. You're incredible. Maybe the best person I've ever known other than Robin. I find excuses to be near you. I find reasons to talk to you. I didn't even have a nightmare the other night, I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm in love with you. Like, the real stupid, do anything for you even if it hurts me kind. And if you don't feel anything for me besides friendship, I'll leave right now and I'll do my best to get over it so we can be friends."

"And if I do?"

"If you do love me, then you should kiss me."

"I've never kissed anyone."

"That's not true. We kissed two minutes ago," Steve smirked, his heart racing in his chest.

"I'm scared," Eddie's whispered admittance nearly broke Steve's heart.

"Oh love, I'm terrified. Love is like that. But we've faced scarier things, haven't we?"

Eddie's soft lips against his own was the only answer he needed.

Love was terrifying, even for Steve, maybe especially for Steve, who was used to giving a lot more love than he received back. But as they kissed in Eddie's kitchen for seconds that turned to minutes, minutes that turned to hours, they got just a bit less scared.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is terrifying #falling in love #getting together #love confessions #idiots in love

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 3 months

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More Lucifer x f!reader stuff!

I was sent an anonymous prompt for more Lucifer x reader and I got a little done! This will more than likely contain more NSFW later, but this snippet doesn't have any so no active warnings!

You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes hotter. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth has never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #writing #my writing

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pettydollie · 5 months

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Dad Bakugo x mom reader - I need more children in my life 😭✋🏾

def calls his kid "squirt" and "buddy"

in mY universe, he has a boy and a girl bc he needs the best of both worlds

CALLS YOU "MA" GOODNIGHT

we all know he wakes up really early, earlier than you even, so he's the one to check on the babies/kids every morning to see if they're ok :)

definitely keeps schedules of you and your kids days like exams, report cards, if they're going to a friend's house, etc

yk how most kids tend to be like "ewwww" whenever their parents kiss?? not ur kids nono. first of all, your son is the quieter one. not that he's not talkative, he just has a little bit of a hard time expressing himself. anyhow, his sister is very loud. but either way, they both think its sweet. your daughter even said something like "i hope my husband kisses me like that" once (when she was an older kid tho lol)

your son goes to talk to you a lot. he adores you so so much. but one day when he wanted to hang out with you, you weren't home. you were busy running errands while katsuki was at home watching tv. your son started crying and katsuki was like wtf?? eventually, your son grew accustomed to speaking to katsuki. as he got older, he actually talked to him more than you.

teaches your son how to be a man :,) katsuki knew he was bitchy in his younger years and he didn't want either of his kids to be like him. he taught them both manners and how to properly have a conversation.

little pitter patter of their feet ran into your guys' shared bedroom on christmas morning and began jumping your bed. katsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes aggressively. "it's christmas, mommy!" your little boy shouted. "wake up daddy!!" your daughter shouted in his ear. "alright alright you rugrats"

at your daughter's kindergarten graduation (idk if everyone had this but i did lmao), katsuki was tearing up and although he tried to hide it, he had to remain the strong one while comforting you while you bawled your eyes out.

p.s your daughter is the oldest

when she brought home her first boyfriend... ooo chile

i see a lot of people writing how katsuki would act up but tbh in his older years, i think he'd be a lot more mature. he'd greet the dude politely and treat him like he would any of her friends

btw lemme just say: your daughter is a mommy AND daddy's girl. she loves u both insanely

honestly while eating dinner with the boyfriend or something, katsuki would be very blunt and not pay too much mind to him LMAOO he'd be like "'tis is great, doll" as if you don't cook dinner every week and it's only when your daughter brings up how he wants to work at katsuki's angency, where he perks up

"oh shit, no kiddin'?" and you smack his arm lightly.

well this changes everything! he practically gave the kid his blessing. "welcome to the family son"

your son doesn't really care about them together, he just doesn't wanna see his big sis get hurt. lets say that your son is 15 and your daughter is 17. "so, bf/n. have you fucked her?"

you almost spit out your drink like a cartoon. your daughter is shook, katsuki's rage from UA is all coming back to him, and the boyf is scared for his life

you, katsuki, and your daughter have a little talk after dinner

"use condoms" kats stated. "i- WH- nono you can have sex next year." you corrected but ur daughter is like huh?? "wha why next year?" you scoff. "because you'll be a legal adult thats why." "no offense, momma, but that's really dumb. when did you and dad start having sex?" she folded her arms. katsuki shrugged. "like i said, use condoms."

you and your daughter gossip like crazy alr?? ur like the gilmore girls except you're married and didn't get pregnant at 16 (almost)

and this is nothing new to katsuki, he's heard u guys gossip trillions of times. but when he found out you guys talked abouy HIM TOO??

he busts into the room. your daughter squeals and runs behind you. "hi honeyy-" he shushes you, "you guys talkin' shit 'bout me?" "nope" you guys say in unison. "there's this other guy, uh.."

#gonna probably make this a separate thingy where its like one part is when the kids were little and one where they're older #just so its more organized bc this was all over the place #katsuki fluff #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #dad bakugo #dad bakugou #mom reader #fem reader #mha #mha x reader #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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talaok · 1 year

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I just saw the video of the interviewer and Pedro where she called him daddy and asked how he was doing and his response was, “I’m alright, mama.” And I am in DESPERATE need of a fic. Wherever you want to go with it.

pairing: Pedro Pascal x interviewer!reader

a/n: This wasn't supposed to go like this. It's much more fluffy than I expected, but oh well, hope you enjoy.

You were nervous, as always.

The two years you'd been doing this flew out the window each time you knew you had to interview him.

It was such a stupid thing, a schoolgirl crush, but as much as you reminded yourself just how idiotic it was, the feeling never quite faded.

You had no idea what it was, the way he shook your hand the first time, the way his eyes never left yours, the sweet sound of your name rolling off his tongue...

It was all in the back of your mind, locked and loaded for you to remember.

You try to be calm with him though, playful even, but god if he doesn't make it hard.

He and his handsomeness and what you firmly believed was involuntary flirtatiousness.

You were taking a deep breath when you saw the flashes on the carpet starting to die down.

fuck.

It was time.

just like magic, he appeared before you in a few moments, followed by his assistant.

They exchanged a few words and you saw Pedro's eyes focus on you while the men beside him explained to him something to his ear.

You swallowed thickly, his gaze draining all the breath out of you.

God, he was beautiful, even his outfit fit him to a t.

Before you had gotten enough time to properly freak out, he was walking towards you.

"good evening Pedro!" you said cheerfully.

"good evening to you too Y/n"

You had to remind yourself his assistant had probably just reminded him of your name, and that he didn't just know it on the tip of his tongue.

You knew what you needed to say next, but the pit in your stomach informed you it wasn't a good idea.

You forced the fear down.

"so how're you doing daddy?"

He chuckled, and you couldn't help but stare.

"I'm alright mama" he grinned, and you swore you could feel your brain leaking out of your ears, as it had melted.

mama?

"you don't like that?" he noticed the expression on your face.

"I-I do" you blushed "maybe a little too much"

What the fuck

Why the fuck did you just say that?

He laughed softly, a smirk tugging at his lips " That's interesting" he spoke, and you felt like you were about to die, so you decided to change subject.

"so, if you remember-"

"I remember" he interrupted

"let me ask the question first" you laughed

"I don't have to, I remember every interview with you" he smiled "You're not easy to forget"

If you were having troubles breathing before, your lungs were now completely useless.

"I-" you gulped, your eyes glancing at the expecting man behind the camera.

"It's alright sweetheart, what was the question?"

You were as red as the blood flowing beneath your skin.

"You really wanna get me fired, don't you?" you joked.

"that's the last thing I want" he shook his head "how else would I get to see you?"

"well there are other ways," you said before you could stop yourself.

He smirked, and you noticed his eyes scanning your face "I know there are" he said "Maybe I should get to work on those"

and just like that, your heart stopped.

did he mean...?

You couldn't think about it, not now, you had an interview to carry on, or you were actually gonna get fired.

"You have to stop"

"stop what?"

"I can't interview you if I have a heart attack, Pedro" You smiled, and he reciprocated, his eyes playful and yet somewhat... adoring.

"You're right, I'll stop," he said "What's the first question, mama?"

this bastard.

__ __ __

"thank you very much," you said, ending the interview.

"thank you" he smiled, as the camera shut off and the cameramen slipped away after murmuring something to your ear.

You could hear all the other interviewers shout and call for him, but for some reason, he didn't move.

"You should go," you told him "They're all waiting to interview you"

"I know," he said as if it physically pained him "but first I wanted to do something I've been thinking of for a while now"

"what's that?" you asked

"ask for your number"

You froze. Every molecule of your being stilled in shock.

"I-" you stuttered "a-are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"b-because you're Pedro Pascal"

He grinned "And you're y/n y/l/n, the most beautiful and charming woman I've ever met"

Your mouth couldn't help but to break into the dreamiest of smiles, and according to Pedro, the most breathtaking too.

"where?"

he frowned

"Where do I give you my number?"

he too, broke into a smile, relief washing over him as you accepted "here" he patted his pockets "Put it in my phone" he said, handing it to you.

You did, your fingers threatening to type wrong as they trembled.

"done" you said, giving it back

"I gotta go now" he sighed "but..."

your eyes shot up to his

"please don't change your mind sweetheart" he begged

"wouldn't dream of it" you promised, earning a big smile, as he backed away into the crowd on the carpet.

You put your hands on the metal fence in front of you, exhaling deeply as you let your head fall between your shoulders.

did that just really happen?

Did I finally go completely crazy?

And then, just as you were about to accept your fate as a soon-to-be psychiatric hospital patient, your phone dinged.

Two new messages from an unknown number lit up the screen.

-hey mama

-so do you have plans for tomorrow night?

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elaemae · 2 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

← Pr.6 | Chapter List | Chp. 1.1 →

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That's just so I'll know if you wanna get tagged in all the upcoming chapters of this fanfic.

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Also, the next chap is the start of Arc 1: Satan but short.

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loverwebs · 1 year

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It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,700

A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.

She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.

"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wine— I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!” a startled Y/n shouted.

"No, no! It’s okay," The vigilante approached her.

"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. It’s been a long day."

"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.

"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."

She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."

"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.

"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."

She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.

Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special moment— despite him having missed it entirely.

"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."

"It was... eh. But thank you."

"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.

"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"

He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."

"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."

All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.

"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.

"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."

"How come?"

"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.

"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."

"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"

"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."

She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"

"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."

"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.

"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.

"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.

Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.

He didn't deserve her, he thought.

"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"

Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."

"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

"He— he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's just— he's— I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.

"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."

"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "You— you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.

"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."

"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.

"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.

"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.

"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.

"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.

"Doesn't feel like it."

They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.

He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know that—"

"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.

"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.

She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.

He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.

"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."

She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.

She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.

"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."

She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.

"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.

A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that they’d made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.

She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.

"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."

"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileup—"

She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.

"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.

"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, I—"

"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."

"You're not?"

"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."

"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.

"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."

"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."

"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."

She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.

"I love you," He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Spider-Man."

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 1

You weren't originally supposed to be in hell. You only ended up here after telling Adam you refused to be his Third wife. He was a bitter prick about it, and shoved you out of heaven. Last thing you saw as you fell, was the look of shock and regret on his face. Not that you cared. He didn't deserve your forgiveness or pity…

Next thing you knew when you opened your eyes was pain. A burning sensation from your back. Oh fuck, your wings! They- they're not supposed to bend like that! You scream in agony and despair, realizing you'd broken and bent your wings! There was no way to fly back up to heaven now!

“Someone… Someone help!” You cried out, hoping maybe somehow one of your friends in heaven could hear your prayers. But… it was pointless. No prayers from hell could ever reach heaven, not even from an angel. Now here you were… fallen.

“Whoa! That looks pretty bad.” A voice, footsteps getting closer!

“Please! I- I don't belong here!” You tried to sit up, barely managing it with a sob. You look up to see who the voice belonged to.

“I'll say, you're in my garden, almost landed in my rose bushes too.” A short man with blonde hair frowned at you with his arms crossed. “I swear, just because my wife has been off working for seven years, doesn't mean I'm magically single! How did you get in here?”

“I… fell… who are you?” He looked surprised by your words.

“Who am I?! You're kidding right?” You shook your head, and he got serious.

“where did you fall from?”

“Heaven…” He took a deep breath through his nose.

“I see…” He started walking towards you, and you started to pull your wings around to shield yourself, having forgotten they were broken. This made the firey pain flare back up! You hadn't noticed it go numb earlier, but now, you wished you hadn't moved them! You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips. It made him stop moving.

“H- hey, I'm… I'm not gonna hurt you.” His voice was soft and low. “I promise, I just wanna help. Will you let me?” He held out his empty hands, waiting for permission before moving even a single step closer.

“Y-you still didn't answer my question. Who are you?” You had a sinking feeling…

“Me? Oh, nobody. Just the big boss of hell himself!” He chuckled at his own humor before shooting you a grin, “Call me Lucifer. And you are?”

Before you could answer, the world went dark, and you fell unconscious again.

The next time you open your eyes, you're in bed. A dream then. Thank God! But why have a nightmare about getting kicked out of heaven? Was it a warning Adam was gonna be a pissy shit when you gave him your answer today? You finally open your eyes and realize… this isn't your room. And… this isn't your bed! You sit up, wings curling around yourself as a shield and looking around frantically! Everything was extravagant and gilded! Some kind of palace suite? Then… oh. OH FUCK! YOU REALLY DID MEET LUCIFER!

“Oh hey, you're up! Great, hungry? I made pancakes.” The devil himself entered the room with a syrup soaked stack, steaming and fresh. Before you could refuse him, your stomach growled loudly, answering for you.

“I didn't think the devil would cook his own meals…” was all you could think to say. He set the tray in front of you, there was even a glass of juice.

“Why wouldn't I? Best way to make sure no one poisons me! Haha, not that it'd actually kill me.” He smiled, “oh, and you're welcome for healing you by the way. Once you're done eating, you can head back on up home.” He smiled and made a wing flapping motion with his arms. You giggle, it was kind of cute. He was so tiny, and handsome in a cute way. Not at all how heaven described him.

“You're… different from how heaven said you'd be.” You say, before eating some of the food he'd been generous enough to share. They were apple flavored.

“Oh really? And how is heaven describing me to you younger angels these days?” He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

“They said you would be cruel. Take joy in the pain and suffering of others. That you didn't know how to laugh or smile, only how to hate and hurt… but, you just proved all of that wrong.”

Lucifer was shocked, “I… that's how they think of me? My own siblings are telling people this?” He looked hurt, gripping a hand to his heart. “Mikey and Gabe… they know I'm not… that I'd never…”

You got up from the bed, you couldn't stand seeing him like this, on the edge of tears from your own words! You should have found a gentler way to… ah fuck it, too late for that now. You pull him into a hug, wrapping your wings around him.

“I'm sorry.” You kept your tone soft and genuine, and that seemed to be the last straw. He hugged back and started bawling into your shoulder!

Now here you are, fallen from heaven, showing sympathy to the devil. You rubbed his back in soothing circles. “It's alright, let it all out, I got you.”

You weren't originally supposed to be in hell, but it didn't seem like such a bad place to be really.

(This was written for a very dear friend of mine. She's crazy for Lucifer, and I'm crazy about her so... yeah! Hope you all like it as much as she has!)

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #fallen apple #fallen angel

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sebscore · 1 year

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Came from ur fem!driver HCs and now I have ideas:

- The origin story of George’s ‘Russy Bussy’ nickname🤣

- Y/N hazing Oscar, Nyck and Logan in Abu Dhabi because as Valterri says, ✨traditions✨

- Y/N and Pierre gossiping abt Piastrigate w/ Yuki, Zhou and Charles (cuz oh my lordy-ord THE DRAMAFEST that was the summer break and Seb’s retirement😭)

THE ORIGIN OF RUSSY BUSSY

pairing: george russell x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / lando norris x driver!reader

warnings: the word “bussy” 😭

author's note: i mean everything you need to know is in the title :) yes, this is a reference to that one eric name tweet from 2019! tysm to the anon for the requests!!

• • • • • • •

''Did you see what George tweeted earlier?'' Alex asked her while they waited for the rest of the grid to arrive at the driver's briefing.

Y/N shook her head. ''No, why?''

Alex simply chuckled and pulled out his phone, opening the Twitter app and typing in George's username. He laughed once again, before showing the tweet in question to her.

GeorgeRussell63: New race week! Let's get busssy everyone!

Y/N's jaw dropped, in shock that the Brit actually had posted that on his official and very public Twitter account. ''You know for a guy that likes to correct my grammar, he sure does make a lot of spelling mistakes.''

''I don't think he's realized yet what it means.'' The Williams driver told her, putting his phone back in his pocket.

''Hey, guys.'' Lando took the seat next to his female friend, sighing as he sat down. ''What are you two talking about?''

''George's bussy.''

The three bursted out laughing, gathering some confused looks from the other drivers in the room. Lando seemed to immediately understand what they were referring to.

''I thought I was the only one that noticed.'' He said, trying to calm himself down.

''I was gonna tweet something back at him, but I didn't want people to make fun of the fact that I know what it means.'' Alex explained.

Lando and Y/N nodded at his words, understanding that fans can remember these things for years to come. ''I wanna see his face the moment he finds out what it means.'' She said, rubbing her hands together like a villain would when creating their masterplan.

''Me too, it's gonna be hilarious, our Russell George.''

''Should we let him figure it out on his own or do we tell him?'' Alex asked, debating if they should explain the meaning to him.

Y/N shook her head. ''He should figure it out on his own, maybe with a bit of our help though.'' The mischief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Lando and Alex, the two already started to grin.

As if on queue, George and Lewis walked into the room, and briefly greeted everyone. George was about to sit down next to Sebastian, but he was quickly interrupted from doing that.

''Hey, Russy Bussy! Come sit with us!'' Y/N called him over, a teasing smirk present on her face.

The nickname caused some stifled laughter in the room, particularly from Pierre, Daniel, Lando and Alex. Meanwhile George awkwardly looked around as he made his way over to them.

''Hi, guys.'' He sat down next to Alex, a puzzled look on his face.

Lando briefly took a glimpse at Y/N before speaking. ''You guys are later than usual, you had a bussy morning?'' He asked, trying his best to not start cackling.

''Yeah, we had to film something with the team…'' George hesitantly answered, totally unaware what they were laughing about. ''Why are you saying busy like that?'' He asked the younger guy, putting his hand on his waist.

''Oh, isn't that how you say it?'' Alex said, feigning innocence. ''Yeah, or tweet it.'' Y/N added, having too much fun teasing the Mercedes driver.

''I can't follow, guys.'' George was visibly running out of patience with the teasing.

''Oh, crikey! He doesn't know what we are talking about.'' Y/N mimicked George's speech, continuing the mocking.

Alex was the one to cave in first. ''We're talking about your latest tweet, Russell.''

''What about it?'' He obviously still hadn't realized what had been so wrong with his spelling of the word 'busy'.

''You still don't know?'' Lando said wide-eyed, surprised George still hadn't been made aware of the entire thing.

''Know what?''

Lando and Alex turned to Y/N, pleading with their eyes that she explains it to him. She rolled her eyes, but succumbed.

''In your tweet it sounded like you said 'bussy' instead of 'busy', and let's say the two words have completely different meanings.'' She clarified.

George nodded, understanding the fault he made. ''Okay… then what does it mean?''

''With 'bussy' you're referring to a man's, uh, anus.''

They could see the gears turning in George's head, starting to comprehend why he received the reactions he did to what he assumed was a normal tweet. He had given the internet another reason to clown him for an entire season.

''Oh, good heavens!''

''But hey! Look at it from the bright side, your gay fans must be very happy right now!''

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc #george russel x reader #george russell x oc #alex albon x reader #alex albon x oc #lando norris x reader #lando norris x oc

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stardustloserdoll · 4 months

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Hi! I saw your post about writing about Jake and Johnnie and I'm so happy! There's not enough fics about them.

Can I request fic Jake x reader and reader is Johnnie's cousin and lives at his house because she's new in LA?

And one day Jake and Johnnie eat super delicious dinner at his house and Jake is surprised how good hai friend cooks but he just says "YN made it". Jake thinks he somehow missed information about his friend's new girlfriend.

And it took several weeks for Jake to meet her and fall in love with her, but there was still this misunderstanding.

How do you think this situation could be resolved with a happy ending?

DUDE IKK!!!

johnnies cousin

female reader

“well here’s your room.” johnnie said pointing to the empty bedroom. “call me if you need any help.” i nodded my head and set down my things on the floor. “thanks johnnie!” after a few hours of unpacking, my room was finally done. with a satisfied sigh i began walking into the kitchen to prepare some dinner.

once i finally finished cooking i called johnnie to come eat, moments later johnnie came into the kitchen his hair disheveled as he rubbed his eyes. i smiled setting down his plate and mine, "i made us some dinner." he walked over and sat down trying it "y/n, this is really fucking good." i smiled and sat down joining him to eat "thank you."

"oh yeah, im going to be out tonight. im gonna explore LA." i mentioned between bites. "cool have fun. im having a friend over too just for a bit." i nodded my head and ate the last of my food heading to wash my dish. "well, the foods on the stove if you want more. later." i said grabbing my keys and purse. "see ya, thanks for dinner."

“dude this foods really good!” jake said as he scarfed down his food. “y/n made it actually. she’s new to LA and she’s been staying with me for a while. you’ll meet her soon.” johnnie responded, making jake raise an eyebrow, ‘johnnie has a girlfriend and he never told me?’

weeks passed by and jake was getting more and more desperate to meet y/n. "when can i meet your girlfriend hm?" jake smiled as he handed johnnie a gummy worm "girlfriend? y/n isn't my girlfriend. did i not tell you she was my cousin?" jakes eyes grew wide "OBVIOUSLY NOT." johnnie laughed "i forgot to tell you that, my bad."

"shes home right now actually, wanna meet her?" johnnie asked. "oh yeah sure, if she doesn't mind." johnnie shook his head "nah she wouldn't. i always talk about you to her. she always asks the same thing about when she can meet you." johnnie laughed as he led jake to y/n's room.

knocking on the door y/n was heard on the other said saying "coming!" as the door opened they were met with y/n smiling up at them. jakes mouth opened when he saw how pretty johnnies cousin was. "close your mouth jake." johnnie mumbled, making y/n laugh. "whats up." y/n asked.

"y/n this is jake. the guy i talk about non stop to you." y/n smiled giving a friendly wave at jake. jake gave a wave back "nice to meet you y/n." jake responded shyly, his face turning slightly red. "nice to meet you too jake. i heard a lot about you." y/n smiled. they all stood there awkwardly in silence waiting for someone to say something. johnnie whispered something in jakes ear making jake nod his head. "so.. y/n, would you be interested in hanging out or something?" jake asked. "i'd love to."

these past few weeks jake and i spent everyday together. one day as jake was dropping me off he stopped me "y/n. i wanted to tell you that uh.. nevermind." i closed the door and sat back down in the seat "whats wrong, you know you can tell me anything." i said placing a hand on his arm. "i like you and i was hoping you'd say yes to being my girlfriend." i smiled leaving over to kiss his cheek "i feel the same way, of course."

#jake webber fluff #jake webber x reader #jake webber

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hazelchooseme · 7 months

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The beginning | Hazel Callahan

You need help from the club so you are going to ask them.

English is not my first language.

this is going to be a series (hopefully)

Song recommendation: Girls Make Me Wanna Die by The Aces (Hazel coded fight me)

Enjoy 🌱

When you talked about the problem with your teacher, he recommended them to you. It's not like you haven't considered it, but they were honestly kind of intimidating. But in desperate times desperate solutions. And now you needed their help. Cheering yourself up, you opened the gym door at the same time someone fell painfully to the floor with a hollow sound.

"Suck my pussy, Sylvie!" PJ screamed at the top of her lungs.

With unsteady steps you approached them.

"Hi" you spoke with a soft voice.

They all stopped watching PJ's obscene dance celebration and turned to look at you. Even Sylvie who was still laying on the floor.

"I need your help"

"And this one?" PJ asked in confussion looking at you up and down. "Nevermind you are hot" She approached you moving her hair. "What does my lady need me for?" she asked with a flirtatious voice.

You looked around for help.

"Leave her alone" Josie pushed PJ away from you and stood in front of you. "Hi, I'm Josie, you say the you need our help?"

"I know who you guys are" You said looking around at the familiar faces.

"So you knew my name" PJ asked in a flirtatious voice, again.

"Shut up" Josie said as she pulled PJ's ponytail.

"You killed the Huntington guys" you began to explain "My ex... He's been a pain in my ass since I break up with him. He doesn't stop calling or texting me, he has even followed me to my house several times. I don't know what to do. I went to the principal but he told me I shouldn't have broken his heart"

"You want us to do the same thing that we did to those Huntington guys?" Josie asked confused.

"I'm in"

"Shut up Sylvie and get up you're going to choke on your blood" PJ looked at you with a smile "It would be a pleasure to kill for you"

"No, it wouldn't be, wait. We can't kill more people" Josie's exaggerated gestures were kind of funny but you didn't laugh. "We wouldn't even know how, that time it was an accident"

"But it was funny" Stella remembered.

"I didn't say it wasn't, cause I enjoyed it. But we can't kill people... Or more people"

"What about just hurting him" You were sure that the one who just spoke was called Hazel. "Like... Something that is not going to kill him but that is going to cause him intolerable pain"

They were silent for what seemed like minutes.

"Well, it doesn't involve murder so why not?" PJ said as the others shook their heads in approval.

"Now we are gonna end up in prison" Josie complained quietly.

"You know that men think that women are not capable of things like that, we will be fine, don't be a bitch" PJ made everyone sit on the floor "We need a plan, a strategy, something that makes us look smart."

"What about a bomb under his car" Isabel suggested.

"We cannot repeat script, boooring" The one with the ponytail complained.

"What about under his bed?" Brittany said.

"Now we are talking"

"We just said no murders" Josie shouted. "We are gonna help you just... We need time to think of something... legal"

"Boring"

Ignoring PJ Josie turned to see you "Where do you live?"

"Near the store that sells drugs and food for flamingos"

"Perfect" she clapped "Hazel will walk home with you in case your ex shows up"

"Why me?" she asked looking up.

"Because you also live near that store"

"Not so close actually"

"Hazel!"

The two had a strange staring contest where it seemed like they were communicating.

Suddenly Hazel began to nod her head, making her hair strands move in a somewhat hypnotizing way. Wait what? "Ah! that's true, I practically live inside the store, it will be fine, we can go... together. Yes. If you want, cause I want if you want. If you don't want to, that's fine too. Yes"

"Stop" Annie coughed under her breath.

"Smooth" Sylvie scoffed.

What had you gotten yourself into?

#hazel callahan #ruby cruz #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan x reader #hazel x reader #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #PJ #stella rebecca #josie #annie #sylvie #isabel #brittany #bottoms movie

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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Hey can you write a mattheo riddle one shot with him having a crush on the reader but she is rlly oblivious :) please and thank you have a good day!

WHAT?

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: mention of fighting and blood Notes: I really don't like this

you weren't exactly friends with Mattheo, but that wasn't to say you didn't talk

because you did, quite a bit actually, but you weren't friends.

even if Mattheo wanted you to be.

he wouldn't admit it to anybody but he enjoyed your company.

he didn't try to hide it either, he would almost trail after you in the hallways, asking you questions about yourself, and you would answer shortly

you just didn't understand the way he felt, you thought he was only being nice.

you heard your name being called out from the end of the corridor, making you turn around and see Mattheo running up to you, holding his jacket

"hey Mattheo" you smiled brightly at him, you had no idea how your smile made his day

"hello darling" he greeted you "what class do you have next?"

"herbology, you?" you replied, looking at him sweetly

"potions" he mumbled

"you're going the wrong way" you laughed

"I know, thought I'd maybe walk you, don't want you to get into any trouble" he shrugged

"really? becuase trouble doesn't seem to follow you?" you questioned sarcastically

"that doesn't matter" he shook his head no

he walked you to your class and stopped you from walking in "meet me outside potions after class ok?"

you nodded you head with a small smile

"sure"

he backed away from you and walked off

Mattheo felt like he was very straight forward, he wasn't ashamed of his feelings for you, and he definitely wasn't scared of your rejection. but you made him feel a bit stupid when you would brush off his comments.

which is why he won't try anymore, he'll just ask you and see then once and for all, he didn't want to flirt with you for you to then just laugh and brush it off to move on to another subject.

Mattheo walked out of Potions with Theo and Draco, letting them walk ahead as he waited, leaning against the wall, his friends noticed he wasn't beside them and turned around

they raised their eyebrows waiting for him to come along.

"go ahead, I'll see you guys later" he motioned for them to go

"why? you wanna stay here and talk to Snape?" Draco smirked

"shove off, Malfoy, I'm waiting for someone" he rolled his eyes

they walked towards him

"who?" Theo asked

"that doesn't matter" Mattheo responded

the two boys chuckled "well if they don't matter just leave, c'mon, I gotta have a smoke"

"you don't need me to have a smoke, just leave I'll catch you guys later" Mattheo deadpanned

they left with their hands up defensively and looked back at the curly headed boy suspiciously.

Mattheo waiting for a while, tapping his foot, growing a bit impatient, it felt like he was waiting for hours. he shook his head and pushed himself off the wall, walking off.

he strolled to his dorm annoyed when he heard a voice "shut up" they said

he turned the hall and saw a boy shoving you to a wall, you pulling your face away from his as his lips tried chasing yours

Mattheo rushed over to you both, going to let his anger out on the boy as he tried forcing himself onto you

"Jake!" he yelled out to the boy, making him turn to him before he got punched in the face

"get the fuck off her you piece of shit" he yelled, punching the boy again, hearing the snap coming from his nose

"shove off Riddle" Jake punched him back

Mattheo shoved him to the ground before kicking him and hitting him furiously

"Mattheo stop! it's fine" you pleaded to get off Jake, but he only ignored you, continuing to beat the boy up. soon enough blood was all over the floor from their knuckles and faces and they fought

"Mattheo stop it!" you screamed at him, going closer to try and pull him off

"Mattheo stop it right now!" you continued but he wouldn't listen, you didn't want him to accidentally hit you if you tried getting him away, and you knew he was aggressive

he obviously had anger built up in him that he needs to get out and when he's like this you couldn't be the one to get him out of it

"please, Mattheo" you whispered to yourself

Jake begged for Mattheo to get off him

you turned away and wondered whether to go away. but you heard the hitting stop

you looked over at them and saw Mattheo standing over an unconscious Jake, looking like he just murdered somebody

"Matt?" you muttered, taking a careful step towards him, hearing his quick breaths.

he looked up at you and his eyes seemed to soften as he caught your gaze, he grabbed your arm and pulled over with him as he walked away

"let's go"

"you didn't have to knock him out! Mattheo, one of these days you are going to kill yourself if you fight the wrong person" you argued with him

"what did you want me to do, huh? leave you there while he forced himself onto you?" he questioned agressivley

"I had it under control" you sighed

"did you?"

you stayed quiet and decided to not respond to him

"exactly" he huffed

"I'm just saying, you're gonna die one of these days if you don't be careful" you scoffed

he stopped walking and turned to abruptly, looking at you carefully.

his hand on your arm dropped before he took a deep breath

"everything I'm willing to die for is right here" he said

you frowned, not understanding what he meant

"ok I don't what you mean but whatever, we have to clean those cuts" you shrugged it off, you walked around him and starting going to the common room

"no, you're not avoiding this today, I won't let you" he shook his head, grabbing your hand to pull you back

"avoid what?" you blinked, confused

"my feelings for you" he admitted

"what feelings?" you tilted your head

he blinked at you softly, saying nothing as a small grin made it's way onto his lips

"I love you" he whispered

"you're concussed" you snickered, trying to pull him with you

"no, I'm not, I know what a concussion feels like, and this isn't one of them, I love you" he rolled his eyes

"why?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"why do you need an explanation?" he asked

you reached up to wipe blood off his lip, and he caught your hand

his gaze moved your lips to your eyes again before batting his eyelashes. his jaw tightened as his eyes averted to your lips and stayed there

"Mattheo?" you mumbled

"yeah" he responded quietly before leaning in slowly, waiting for you to connect them

he guided your hand and placed it on his chest, letting you feel his heart beat.

you reached your other hand up and traced your thumb over the scar that went down his cheek before leaning closer to him.

his eyes found yours again and you found yourself looking into them deeply, seeing every emotion he was feeling.

his free hand made it's way to the back your neck as he gave it a light squeeze, he slid it over to your cheek and let it stay there before leaning his head to rest it against yours

he wasn't gonna kiss you first, he wanted to know you wanted before he gave you it.

and you knew what he was doing, so you did it

you leaned in closer and connected your lips with his, as soon as you did he took control, holding your face on his as he straightened his posture, his hand holing your hand on his chest dropped to your waist and pulled you torso closer to his body.

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#mattheo riddle #harry potter fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #request #please request #benjamin wadsworth #marcus lopez imagine #deadly class #slytherin #fem!reader #hp fanfic

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neteyamssyulang · 2 months

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You should do a part 2 where lily gets attached to neteyam and because of this, reader and neteyam started dating!!

⟢ A Miracle ⟢

⟢ Part 2 ⟢

⟢ Pairing: Neteyam x fem scientist reader ⟢

⟢ Part 1 here ⟢

⟢ Summary: Since you keep saying no to her seeing Neteyam again, Lily takes things into her own hands.

⟢ Warnings: None just fluffy, Maybe lily being a lil match maker, Neteyam being a complete sweetie, reader feeling she’s not good enough for neteyam.

⟢ Word count: 1,151 ⟢

⟢ Translation(s): hì'i 'aw -> little one, syulang -> flower, yawne -> beloved.

⟢ Tagging: @teyamshuman

It's only been maybe a month or so since the incident, You haven't taken Lily outside the lab ever since then, much to her dismay. She's constantly been asking to go out and find him.

"But mama" she pouted "I wanna see tall man again." Sighing, you scooped your daughter into your arms before sitting down on your bed "I know baby, but I can not risk losing you like last time."

Every time you said that it broke your heart, you hated seeing your daughter upset. Especially when she starting crying while saying "I hate you! I wish daddy was here!"

You know she didn't mean it but it doesn't mean it hurt any less, eventually it got to a point where your daughter once again did not listen and snuck out the shack while you were in the room folding clothes.

Neteyam sighed as he sat back against a tree, eating some yovu fruit. Something’s been off with him ever since he met you and your daughter, like he couldn’t stop thinking about you guys.

He missed the little girl who he wished was his own, she was so adorable and looked so much like you. Too lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t even hear Lily coming till she practically jumped on him.

Neteyam yelped till he realized who it was “Neteyam!” Lily giggled, throwing her small arms around his neck. Whereas he was happy to see her, he wondered what she was doing out here.

“How did you find me hì'i 'aw?” He asked softly, Lily leaned back a bit “You know me see you from my room right? You large self gives you away.”

The omaticaya raised a hairless brow “Are you calling me fat syulang?” Neteyam had not noticed she could see him, he swears he’s not stalking he just likes to watch over you guys to make sure your ok that’s all.

Lily thought for a moment before nodding “Your huge Nete.” Neteyam pouted as she poked his belly “Am not”, “Are too”, “Am n o t” he huffed, taking a bite of the fruit, he can’t believe he’s arguing with a child.

“Are too” Lily snatched the fruit away from him and ran back towards the shack, Neteyam quickly got up following her “Hey! You come here!”

Once you were done folding, you walked out the room only to be met with the airlock opening with Neteyam and Lily running out. Spotting you, she quickly ran to hide behind you while sticking her tongue out at Neteyam.

“What the hell is going on?” You looked over at Neteyam, crossing your arms. He put his hands up in surrender “I was just spending time with Lily, till she took my fruit and ran here.”

You sighed looking down at your daughter “Lily, give the nice man his fruit back so he can be on his way.” Neteyam’s tail lowered at this, surely he thought you may have missed him too but guess not.

Lily shook her head while pushing you towards the na’vi, “I don’t want him to go mama.” You were about to protest when she gave you a hard enough shove, sending you tumbling into his arms.

Neteyam was shocked to say the least, he looked from you then to Lily who gave him a thumbs up before running to her room, closing the door.

“Um, you can let me go now” you spoke softly patting his chest. “Oh, right sure” Much to his dislike, Neteyam let you go, watching as you stumbled a bit but regained balance once more.

You couldn’t deny that you had small feelings for him but how would it even work out? He was na’vi and you were only a mere human. Not to mention he was future olo’eyktan, he needed a strong partner, one his people would actually approve of.

Not wanting to stay where he wasn’t welcome, Neteyam turned to leave when he felt a hand brushing against his side,“Wait, please” You spoke, moving infront of him.

“No, I get it” he shrugged “I can stay away from Lily if that is what you wa-” “Jus say chu like her and she’ll admit she likes you!” Lily shouted from her room.

Neteyam’s face turned a deep shade of purple “Uhm, I..” he was at a loss for words.“Lily quiet!” You shouted back, making her giggle.

“Do you?” He asked after a moment of silence, looking back at him yoi slowly nodded “I do, but I cannot be with you. Im just a human.”

You could see his tail swishing angrily at your words, “I could care less if your a human, I love you y/n.. and I love your daughter as if she was my own, I would do anything to protect the both of you.”

He moved closer, cupping your face with his large hands “Please yawne, let me prove I can treat you and your daughter right”

Tears were streaming down your face at this point, you wanted nothing more than to accept but your worries still got the best of you “But what if the clan does not accept us? Accept me?”

Neteyam frowned, he carefully picked you up and sat down on the couch with you on his lap, “They will, I know they will accept you and Lily just like how I did. My mother already knows about you two and you know how she is, don’t you?”

You gulped silently nodding your head “I do, yes.” Everyone knows that Neytiri is not fond of humans, she can only tolerate them to a certain degree. “Well, because I mentioned how fond I am of you and Lily, she has agreed to meet you two and promises she’ll be nice.”

“But that is only if you are ok with it” he added on, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it to his lips placing a kiss ontop it. Your heart fluttered at this, never had anyone done something like this for you before. Lily’s grandma on her fathers side hated you with a passion, she managed to brainwash lily’s father into leaving you, claiming your nothing but a waste of his time.

Of course you never told Lily that though, you didn’t want her to think it was her fault. Neteyam doing all this for you really showed you how much he cared and was willing to risk, all for you and your daughter. “I’m fine with it, and I would love to give us a chance” you finally spoke.

A smile tugged at Neteyam’s lips and before you knew it, they captured yours in a soft kiss with his arms wrapped around you. From the hallway you could hear a faint “Ew” followed by a door closing.

Breaking the kiss, Neteyam rested his forehead against yours “Thank you.. I promise you won’t regret this.”

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #thanks for the ask anony!🩵#neteyam x female reader #neteyam x human reader #adult neteyam #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

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dwindlinghaze · 10 months

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Hello, how are you?

I would like to make a request where one day there is a list of the most uninteresting girls/girls that boys would never ask for a date and the reader's name is one of the first most voted just because she is shy and introverted. Remus has a crush on her and even the reader disguising it he can see that she is sad and pulling away from her friends (it's ok if you don't want to write my request, I understand <3)

hi angel, im doing good! tysm for requesting!! here is it, hope you enjoy 🤍🌸🫧💕

when raindrops fell

contents : angst, insecurity, lovely remus, we don't support people who tear women down for no reason!!

warnings : okay so just a heads up, the upper part of the fic is just me ranting about how much i hate the patriarchy and how harmful this kind of behaviour is especially towards young girls,,,, but i hope you like it!!! <333333

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murmurs about a list of girls that are unlovable has been spreading around. you couldn't help but worry deep down.

you hated that idea. whoever created that has a special place on hell rsvp-ed for them. it was crucial.

you are shy and introverted but that doesn't mean you have zero thoughts on this. your stomach twisted because this whole thing is coming from such a misogynistic place.

and the fact that it said 'girls that boys would never ask' grew some resentment you never knew was there. living in such a patriarchal world is hard for a woman, especially young girls. they would grow up thinking it's their fault that people dislike them, but in reality it's the injustice social system that is harmful for both men and women. (and in between!)

"y/n did you hear? your name is one of the top on the lists!" a guy snorted.

you waved him off, thinking that he is just playing with you. well- that was until you saw the list. you were there.

you couldn't help but feel insecure. you sort of knew that nobody really glanced over their shoulders just to see you but by creating this, you were sure of it now.

you were embarrassed. you wouldn't dare getting out of your room. even your friends noticed the change in you. you weren't your usual confident and self-loving self anymore. if anything, you think it actually took a toll on you.

remus saw the way your eyes don't lit up anymore, the way you look sadder every passing day. he's feeling so melancholic by the way your usual self that he has grown fond of is fading away.

it hurts him actually. how can someone be so evil? how can anyone voted for you? it is a privilege to get to know you. they're missing out.

how can anyone see you that way. you are the prettiest person in the world! it's unfair how terribly kind people are treated by society.

"y/n?" remus called out to the dark.

"what," you croaked, voice hoarse. you haven't been speaking for a while.

"just wanna check if you're okay," he smiled.

"i'm fine," you said, though your expression tells otherwise.

"you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"hey, listen. you're pretty. the prettiest actually. don't mind about that stupid list. whoever created that- they think they rule the school, but they don't. so don't let them get to you yeah? you're prefect just how you are. please don't change a thing. don't satisfy them. they're doing this because they have no job," he grinned. "look at you! minding your own business, that's why you're the best person in school- in the world!"

"but that's not enough," you sniffed.

"what's not enough? you're more than enough," he assured you. then he realised, the latter part. "say, do you want to go to hogsmeade with me? next weekend."

"don't pity me like that," you said, shaking your head at him.

it breaks his heart how you thought someone would ask you out for a date just because of pity. it's the opposite actually. it came from true feelings and generosity.

"i'm not pitying you, i do like you since- forever," he said. "i write poems about you, about your face, your personality, your heart, yourself. you're dreamy."

"guess.... i'll go on a date with you."

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #x reader #character x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader fluff

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rhodesrider · 5 months

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hi, could you write something with judgment day!cargiver x reader!little where the little is sick and doesn't want to take her scary medicines (like injections or suppositories)

Running Away

CG! Judgement Day x Y/N Fem! Little! Reader (Special guest Seth R.)

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Mentions of Regression, crying, mediation fear, comfort

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“Yea just give me a second I’ll catch up!”

Seth yelled back at Cody and Sami as he walked in to the locker room humming and opening his locker. He grabbed his bag and turned around soon seeing a figure hiding in the showers behind the curtain. He was curious and slowly walked towards it hearing sniffling and shuffling. He pulled back the curtain and was confused. “Y/N? What are you hiding in the men’s room for?” He whispered. He looked close seeing she’s been crying from her puffy eyes. “Hey, are you ok?” Y/N was non verbal, she didn’t wanna speak at all. Seth squatted down some sighing. “Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head no. Soon Seth heard a faint yelling, Rhea was looking for her. “You’re hiding from them again about your meds?” He summed up. This isn’t the first time this happened, when JD was on smackdown and trying to get her to take her meds she hid in the bloodlines lounge room. Roman caught her and calmed her down seeing she regressed and she panicked not wanting her meds. But he reported her in and she had to take them. She did that in the women’s locker room, and Charlotte and Becky found her, they were actually in the middle of a verbal fight which made Y/N panic more but they calmed down and helped her together, got Rhea and took her meds.

Seth sighed and got up sitting on the bench in front of her, “I know it’s scary. But those help make you feel better Y/N.” She didn’t say a word still just stood in the corner. “You know I take them too.” She looked up some curious. “I take them for my back injury, and they help so much so I can continue my job.” Seth smiled. “Yours helps so you don’t have to feel sick or anything.” Seth explained as he pulled out his phone. “Becky had to help me so I can get better too.” He showed a picture of Becky and him taking a picture in the physical therapy office. “And trust me it was hell.” She looked at the photo and smiled. Seth patted the seat next to him and she slowly went over. Sitting down he pulled out another photo, him looking miserable. Y/N frowned seeing Seth in pain like that, “We all have to fight Y/N, even if it sucks.” He smiled and pulled out his pain meds shaking them some. “I already took mine, now I’m going to dinner with the guys and play video games at home with the wife.” He got up getting his things together. “Gotta stop running kid.” She frowned and felt bad, hearing the faint yelling of her name again from Damien and Finn this time.

“Want me to tell them you’re in here? Or you need a friend to walk with you?” She looked over and she nodded. Grabbing his hand they walked out together, she was nervous biting her nails since this isn’t the first time and she gets in trouble everytime. Rhea was looking around the stage and soon saw Y/N with Seth. She kept her cool because she didn’t want Y/N to cry. “Found her.” She yelled and the guys stopped looking getting back to Rhea. Rhea ran up to Y/N relieved knowing when stuff happens like this she’s regressed and scared. “I’m so sorry Seth I-“ “It’s cool me and her had a conversation and hopefully this is the last time she runs away.” Y/N felt so bad, it’s just too much when she has to take them. “Her side effects are what she hates the most, I can’t do much about it..” Rhea said feeling bad herself wishing there was a better way to deal with what Y/N deals with. “Just make her feel comfortable, that’s all you can do.” The guys caught up finally happy they found Y/N. Starting to feel worst, Y/N shed a few tears hugging on Damien sniffling. “It’s ok baby we aren’t mad but this has to stop.” He said in a soft tone. “I know the meds don’t make you feel the best either but I assure you it’s to never harm you.” Finn said as well giving her a forehead kiss. Rubbing her tears away, Rhea smiled. “Please please princess no more running.” Y/N thought for a moment thinking about the wrestlers comforting her, Seth was the one that took the cake. Showing her that it’s gonna be tough yes but you have to beat the odds and fight through it. She nodded and Rhea gave a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” Rhea said to Seth. “I’m glad to help. Now imma get going we are all going out to eat.” “Can I come?” A soft voice said. Seth looked down seeing a pouting face that was also hungry. “Come on, not the eyes.” Y/N batted them some and he folded. “Fine fine, stop with the face. You guys can come.” They celebrated and followed along to the car. But still the meds were needed to be taken.

At the little get together, Y/N stared at the pill. Sitting in her pill box, glaring at it not wanting it at all. Her caregivers giving her eye contact and even Seth Cody and Sami worried. She sighed and she got the juice taking the pill quick. They were all relieved. “Can I have sweets now?” Rhea smiled. “Yes baby you can have sweets, I’m so proud of you.” She hugged Y/N happy she didn’t have to force her or make her cry knowing how much she hated it. Y/N peeked at Seth and he winked going back to his conversation. She smiled and soon was rewarded with the sweets she desired after eating her food. Later in the car, she wasn’t even tired but her head was a bit foggy, Rhea held her close and hummed to her as she fell into rest.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #age regression #agere headcanons #judgement day

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