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drewstarkeyslut · 3 months
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R.C MASTERLIST
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[ ☁︎ fluff | ᡣ𐭩 smut | ☾ angst ]
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NOTHING ELSE MATTERS ☁︎
POLAROID GIRL ᡣ𐭩
THE WAGER ᡣ𐭩
IN FOR IT ᡣ𐭩
DESTROY MYSELF JUST FOR YOU ᡣ𐭩
RIDE OR DIE ᡣ𐭩
CRAVE YOU ᡣ𐭩
BLURBS
FULL NELSON ᡣ𐭩
THE WRECK ᡣ𐭩
WICKED GAMES ᡣ𐭩
STUCK IN THE MIDDLE ᡣ𐭩 {JJ/RAFE}
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© drewstarkeyslut, 2024. do not copy + take my writing as your own.
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window-nv · 3 months
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All my Security breach drabbles from the past two weeks 💕
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justjensenanddean · 2 years
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Beau Arlen | Big Sky 2x18 Catch a Few Fish
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gallant-basilisk · 1 year
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From the previous req:
How would yanderes Denki, Erasermic (poly) react to the reader being cold and barely talking to them after they kidnapped her and when one day they suddenly they come home injured, reader has tears in her eyes and patches them up, telling them that they’re stupid and should be more careful
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Yandere!EraserMic X Reader
"...If you don't talk I won't help you." This was the last threat Hizashi made to you before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. A couple seconds passed and you heard the familiar noise of the door locking. Only then did you finally sigh a breath of cold air and tucked your head between your knees, listening to the muffled voices of the two.
"She's been doing this for a month now," Hizashi threw his hands up in a violent motion and turned towards Aizawa, who was groggily sipping from his coffee, "I thought she would've understood everything was for her own good, but she still refuses to even speak!" Barely holding back desperate tears, the blond bit his lip and stared at Aizawa with expectant eyes. "What do you want me to do– Ground her?" "I usually love jokes, any time really, but this is not anytime." The ravenette let out a scratchy groan and placed the mug on the table. "In a way—she's like you." "Seriously, if you–" "So," Aizawa interjected and cradled Hizashi's chin, stroking his thumb on his lower lip, "She'll pout and sulk to punish the people who care about her, but.. Just let her be for now. She wants to be alone, so let's leave her alone."
He leaned in for a gentle, innocent kiss—just a quick peck on Hizashi's lips and smirked. "She'll realize—eventually—how much she needs us..." With that he left, leaving the pouty blond in the middle of the room. His eyes wandered down to the coffee mug Aizawa was drinking from earlier and he briefly thought of how it tasted so ironically sweet.
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You listened intently to the muffled noises from outside and held your breath as either Aizawa or Hizashi walked past your door and probably knocked some things over.
It's 23:27 and 42 seconds right now—44, 45—you hate how you know exactly how many seconds past it is. Ever since a few days ago—when Hizashi tried initiating a conversation with you (for the last time)—neither he nor Aizawa came by to entertain you and it has become painfully obvious how bored put of your mind you actually were. You never had much trouble being alone for long periods of time, but it does make quite the difference to have a phone or computer at hand—your only source of entertainment currently being; sleeping and watching the clock on the wall. Quite boring and/or maddening.
"Ugh... For duck's sake!" Oh, that's definitely Aizawa. "..Y/N," You gasped audibly and threw your blanket over yourself, in an attempt to hide—not that he would've been able to see you through the door anyway, "I know you're up, you're loud." The door unlocked and in stepped Aizawa. You sighed and begrudgingly crawled out of the bed, freezing as you registered the sight before you.
Aizawa's clothes were torn (and burnt) and he held his left arm, where blood seeped through the fabric of what remained of his clothes. "What happened to you!?" His expression was dark and he averted his eyes, chewing the inside of his mouth. "You know how to treat injuries, right?" The rough voice snapped you out of your daze and you quickly nodded, attempting to examine his injury— for a moment completely forgetting your situation—, but was quickly stilled by Aizawa raising his hand in front of you. "I can't treat you if you don't let me." You huffed and watched intently as the man stepped to the side and nodded to outside your room. "I'm.. Hizashi needs—he's in a worse state than I am," he sighed and glanced at you with expectant eyes, "please."
You begin to ponder, why didn't they go to Recovery Girl or a hospital if they were this injured. Unless they were attacked here.....
"You kidnapped me and held me captive ever since.." You blurt out, only realising you had said it out loud when you met his gaze. He looks at you with a scowl and deeply furrowed brows. "We wanted to keep you safe." He states matter of factly. "I could just leave—you're in no state to stop me." He didn't say anything, but instead stared at you with intensity. "...I've definitely gone mad," you mumbled more to yourself and snorted, but it still reached the ravenette's ears, "where is he—and where're the medical supplies." He contemplated for a few seconds before speaking again. "He's in the living room, on the couch.. As for the supplies—you can find them in the bathroom...."
~~~~~ Skip to you entering the living room, because I haven't written for a long time and I don't know what to write oof ~~~~~
You stepped outside of the room and turned back to him. "Where is the bathroom—and the living room?" "Right." He began limping away and you reluctantly followed him, mildly surprised about Aizawa not looking back at you even once.
Did he, for some weird reason, trust you or did he just not think you were capable of escaping...?
You didn't freeze this time at the sight of the other male—neither did he, but for a completely different reason.
"Why did you bring her here??" He shot up from his spot and was immediately shoved back by Aizawa, who just barely hid his own little wince of pain. "You need to be treated immediately, so please for the love of god—sit still." You commanded and hummed contently when the man made no signs of retaliation, ignoring the relieved smile on his face. Did he miss your voice this badly? "I already told you......." Aizawa whispered something into his ear and swiftly returned to your side—ready to provide help. You quickly helped the blond out of his clothes—fortunately for your racing heart he only had injuries above the waist—meaning you only had to get rid of his shirt and jacket before closely examining them.
"...so, care to explain what happened?" You grumbled to Aizawa, ignoring the overly excited blond's attempts at conversing. "Villain attack nearby." "I thought you were professionals.." You snort, loving the insulted faces the men displayed, one of which turned into an exaggerated hiss of pain as you focused on cleaning a particularly deep cut in Hizashi's side. "Five bastards headed in this direction..." Aizawa whispered, looking at you with a rarely seen gentleness in his eyes and you'd swear the feeling in your throat— which not long ago felt like bile rising up— now felt like something was stuck inside, the exact feeling you always felt before you began bawling like a child. You turned back to Hizashi, hoping to meet with the same goofy and carefree expression you always did, but all you received was just another punch to the gut— he smiled at you tenderly, a comforting calmness surrounding his character.
They protected you... You lower your head to hide your face from them, your vision blurry as you carefully clean the last small cuts and bruises on Hizashi's stomach. They're awful, seriously, why are you even crying!? They don't deserve your forgiveness. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! They deserve these injuries. Why are you even helping them???
"Fucking idiot..." You whisper to yourself, desperately ordering yourself to stop crying which only makes you break down even more. You push against the warm arms attempting to embrace you and you scream over their soothing words.
"It's not fair!" You squeak between harsh gasps, "this isn't fair...!" You trash against their hold, you claw at anything that you get your hands on and you shout incoherent insults at the two— they simply hold you in their embrace, where they know you're safe, and whisper soothing words of love without losing a hint of gentleness from their voice, no matter the insult you throw at them, no matter the scratches and bruises you give them. You remain like that for minutes, then hours until you finally run out of tears to shed, until your head feels like it's ripping apart and until your voice only remains as an occasional gasp of air. Until you finally lay your head against a chest— you don't know which of the two, and frankly, you truly don't care anymore— and your eyes fall shut, heavy sleep overtaking your exhausted body.
"Good night, love.." Two voices whispered perfectly in sync as you fell unconscious, your lips pulling into a small smile.
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gardenofchrome · 2 months
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Me being comfortable in my gender:
This mfers:
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Me:…
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pizza-feverdream · 6 months
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Being homeschool and (probably) neurodivergent is so fun. So fun. Like am I autistic or did I just not see another person my age more than three times a month for twelve years. Both. The answer is both
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thewriterowl · 1 year
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When Luke drifted off into the Force after he faced off against Kylo Ren, he thought perhaps, finally, he was done with suffering and loneliness and so much loss. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his eight-year-old self with a haunting whisper vibrating in his memory:
One more chance, little sun, you deserve one more chance.
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Time for the next update! Two “old” men finding each other and going “wtf”. Poor Luke and poor Obi-Wan are very tired.
Hope you enjoy!!
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beatlesforsale · 2 years
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~ mood lighting mess around ~
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I think I know what’s preventing myself from actually trying to figure out my gender and who I am.
My dad is Christian as fuck, and he doesn’t support LGBTQ+
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liesandbrokenhearts · 4 months
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My obsession with my skin keeps ruining my life, every fluctuation dictates my mind. It consumes me so completely that at this point I see no features at all when I look at myself. I just see the same uncontrollable panic and in the same breath uncontrollable hatred. I plummet at its gates and succumb to its cruelties. I can never just allow myself to live in the body I occupy.
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nope-the-weeb · 2 years
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I... believe her... for some reason
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wh-melody · 9 months
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Revamped Welcome Home AU Information
It’s been a few years and the attention to show recently has reawoken the demon. Home was able to find enough power to manually reboot the show without needing someone to make it live with a company to air it.
This reboot has made things much more difficult to stop the demon Home. Wally is awoken along with his neighbors, and some newer faces. The sheer panic floods him as he realizes that he is going to have to stop Home all over again. With the newer faces, it’s going to be tougher to get them on his side to stop Home. Especially since his powers seemed to be fueled in a new way.
There’s something strange about these neighbors and every Saturday they need to learn more about these neighbors and convince them to stop Home from trying to control everything. But it’s going to be tough with Home intervening in the neighborhood and trying to keep them in their place.
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Okay, really really needing a making of of that...
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kpopformylife · 1 year
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Aussie Hyunjin
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gears265 · 1 year
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Am still figuring things out on here, hopefully this skunk can get it right
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I want romance, but not sex. But maybe a little bit of sex. Except every time someone is trying to seduce me I'm just a tiny bit disgusted. But I want them to touch and love me like they never felt like this ever in their life, except I want it to be slow and gentle, but maybe a little bit wild.
I want love to be a whirlwind, and shattering, and feel like the only love in the world, except I want it to be small, and quiet, and down to earth and realistic. I want star-crossed lovers, but I want it to be friendship, and laugh and farting under the covers and laughing about it.
I want them to see nothing but me in the world, except I want space and time for myself, and sometimes to be alone at all.
I want to feel like I don't know what hit me and what to do with myself, swiped off my feet, except I want to feel comfortable, and like myself, like it's most natural thing in the world.
That's what I want.
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