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explosionkatsu · 4 months

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AGE DOESN'T MATTER 23

Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader

7 p.m. is what it says to the clock and Katsuki hasn't arrived yet. It seems like Eijiro is quite busy as well for Kazui is still with her.

You were starting to feel uneasy since something must've come up that caused them to be this late. After checking your watch once again, you've decided to just drop Kazui yourself. The thing is, you don't know where Katsuki's parents live and you doubt you'll get a detailed answer from him.

'Well, no harm in trying.' You thought to yourself and poked Kazui who was busy watching some cartoons on your phone.

"Kazui-chan." You called out making Kazui look up at you confused.

"Hai?" He responded.

"Do you know where your bachan lives?" You asked.

You were surprised when Kazui told you the complete address, including the lot number.

"H-how?" You were amazed.

"Papa told me if I got lost, I can state Bachan's address so that someone can take me there safely!" Kazui beamed.

"That's very smart of you, Kazui-chan." You praised and gently patted his head smiling.

"Thank you!" Kazui answered.

"What do you say I drop you instead to your bachan?" You suggested. "I don't think Uncle Eiji will be here anytime soon. Something must've come up."

Kazui just nodded when you noticed him yawning. Of course, he's exhausted.

"Alright. Let's pack our stuff and head out." You said.

Y/n began fixing her things as well as Kazui. Once finished, she checked everything and left the school taking Kazui's hand to hers. She plans on buying something to consume on their way as well since it's been hours since Kazui ate anything.

Y/n took Kazui to a ramen house where Kazui finished his meal almost immediately and ate his yogurt on the bus. You intentionally made him sit at the window seat so that he'd be able to point out the place.

"We're here!" He suddenly exclaimed while pointing to a certain house.

Y/n pressed the stop button resulting in the bus halting a few blocks away from where Kazui's pointing. Carefully, Y/n guided Kazui out of the bus and headed to where he was pointing.

'If this is the wrong house, she could just apologize and say it's the wrong house.' Y/n thought while internally praying, as well as readying herself for the excuse.

When they reached the porch, Y/n shakingly pressed the doorbell twice. She was ready to make an excuse, chanting it over and over in her head. Her dread vanished when a woman who looked exactly like a female version of Katsuki opened the door.

"Can I- Kazui!?" Mitsuki shrieked. "Where the hell is your father?!"

"Bachaaan!!" Kazui beamed hugging Mitsuki.

"That brat," Mitsuki mumbled. "Masaru! Your brat left Kazui to some- wait." She blinked, finally looking at you. "Who are you?"

"O-oh!" Y/n stuttered. "I am Y/n L/n." She said and bowed down. "I am Kazui-chan's homeroom teacher, as well as his babysitter."

"Did Kat-, Bakugo leave Kazui to you?" Mitsuki asked and let Kazui in the house.

"Oh, not entirely." Y/n sweat dropped. "Kazui has been waiting for Kirishima to pick him up. But it seems like something came up. I realized it was getting a bit late so I decided to drop Kazui myself, which I am a bit thankful he knew the whole address." She explained, chuckling in the end.

"Oh what am I doing, come in!"

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"Glad we were able to catch that villain. Man, I thought I'd leave patrol early today." Eijiro said while sitting on the stretcher and letting someone treat his wounds. "Sorry, I couldn't pick up Kazui today."

"Shit!" Katsuki cussed.

"What is it?" Eijiro asked looking at Katsuki in panic.

"I have a fucking date today!"

"What?! With who!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "Bro. You realized it's 8:30 in the evening already, right?"

"I'm supposed to fucking pick her up at the daycare."

Without hesitating, Katsuki told the medic to stop treating him.

"Who!? Where- Dynamight!!!" Eijiro called out. "Awe man."

Katsuki darted away from the scene focusing on getting to the daycare fast, hoping Y/n and Kazui were still there. But as soon as he reached the establishment, he saw that the lights were out and the portico was locked.

"Fuck!" He cussed loudly.

'She must've taken Kazui her. But where? At her home? Yeah. Probably it.' Katsuki thought to himself and blasted himself towards Y/n's apartment.

It took him a few minutes to get there only to notice that her lights were off as well.

"What the hell?" He mumbled. "Where the hell are they.." Katsuki said. He went to the window to check closer but saw no one.

The only place he hasn't gone yet is his own house and his parents.

"Damn it." He cussed once again and blasted away.

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"So, you've been spending time with Katsuki." Mitsuki was surprised after learning this. It irritates her that Katsuki never tells him anything. "So, how's he?"

Y/n, who was sitting in the dining with Mitsuki smiled. "He's very-"

"Difficult?"

"A-ah. No..." Y/n sweat dropped. "He's really sweet." She giggled. "Whenever I come over to take care of Kazui, I usually cook dinner for 3 people. He'll get mad at me for cooking instead of ordering takeout since he always leaves enough cash for takeouts."

"What do you do to the money he leaves?" Mitsuki asked before sipping her cup of tea.

'Ah.' Y/n thought. It seems like she knew what Mitsuki was doing.

"I bought groceries." Y/n looked down as she said this. "I noticed that there aren't any greens in the fridge. It's usually meat, cereal, a bunch of juices, and a few spices."

"What happened to Katsuki." Mitsuki facepalmed. "That kid is always passionate about his cooking."

"He always complains whenever I cook for him, but he'll eat it anyway." Y/n giggled and took a sip of her tea.

"Why do you do it?" Mitsuki's getting interested in Y/n.

"I can see how tired and exhausted he is whenever he gets home from work."

As Y/n went on to explain, she didn't know that Mitsuki was watching her facial features. Her expression changes whenever she mentions something about Katsuki.

'He'll be so lucky to have this woman.' Mitsuki thought smiling to herself. "Ah. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She smiled. "I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and here my husband, Masaru Bakugo. You can just call me Mitsuki."

"Oh. It is a pleasure, Mitsuki." Y/n stood up and bowed as a sign of respect.

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Reaching his own house, Katsuki can see the lights are as well off.

"What the hell?"

He's starting to get worried. Did someone kidnap them? Did they know who Y/n is?

"Fuck!" The only thing he can think of now is to call. But as he tries to reach for his phone, he realizes he left it in his office which frustrates him more.

The only place he hasn't checked is his parents where he doubts, they will be there, but he was hoping they are.

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"Masaru," Mitsuki called out for her husband signaling him to come over.

Y/n was with Kazui in the living room, obviously spending time with him.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru responded.

"We haven't fully known Y/n right here but I'm liking her for Katsuki right now." She was grinning ear to ear while murmuring what she said.

"What makes you say that?" Masaru said placing a palm on Mitsuki's shoulder.

"I heard the things she did for him. She's the woman I want for our son." Mitsuki smiled.

"You know we just can't-"

"Set them up," Mitsuki answered mischievously.

"Katsuki's smart, dear."

"Not with us." She snickered. "Y/n dear! Come here!"

Y/n blinked curiously but stood up anyway and went to Mitsuki and Masaru.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Eh?

This question made you blink again. "Huh?"

"Oh! We apologize for snooping around. You are a very lovely woman so we're guessing you have a man in your life." Mitsuki's a great actor alright.

"U-um. I don't have a boyfriend." You stuttered but confused. "It's been years since I last had one."

"Why's that, sweetie?" She was curious, okay?

"I just don't have enough time to look for someone..." You answered truthfully. "If someone came into my life, then I'll accept them wholeheartedly."

"I swear to god if they aren't here-"

Just as Y/n finished her sentence, Katsuki came barging in. Everyone was jolted by his entrance, making them all look at him, and Kazui, well, ran to Y/n in fear.

Mitsuki though, after seeing it was only her son, stomped her way to Katsuki and gave him a hard smack on his head which made Y/n gasp.

"That's normal, Y/n," Masaru says assuring her.

"Ooh.." Y/n said in response.

"Why the hell are you barging in here like that!? You gave us a heart attack you idiot!"

"I was looking for Y/n and Kazui!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you almost killed us all!"

"How the hell would I do that woman!?"

"Who are you calling woman, hah!?"

Then Mitsuki gave Katsuki another smack whilst Masaru just sighed in the background, smiling.

"A-ano.." Y/n's voice halted both the blonde-haired.

Both blonde-haired paused in bickering when they heard Y/n's voice making them look at her.

"Kazui!" Katsuki called out as he reached for Kazui, embracing him tightly. "I was so worried." He breathes out what after seeing Kazui safe.

"Papaaaaa." Kazui groaned, squirming a little while being embraced by his father. "I'm okay!"

Mitsuki just slightly shook her head while witnessing the scene.

"How did they get here?" Katsuki asked as he stood up looking at his mother.

"They knock at the door, genius," Mitsuki answered crossing her arms.

"I- whatever." Katsuki facepalmed.

"A-ano.." You stuttered. "Kazui-chan gave me the address."

He was so focused on Kazui that he almost forgot that you were also here in his parent's house. So when his eyes gaze upon you, he can't help but blush a little which goes unnoticed by Mitsuki who smirks seeing this.

"Tsch." Katsuki tched. "Thanks for keeping Kazui safe."

"It's my responsibility as his teacher and babysitter." You smiled.

"I'm guessing you've met my old hag here," Katsuki mumbles as he scratches his cheeks.

Y/n was a bit distraught. She never focuses on what he is saying because Katsuki is covered in bruises, scratches, wounds, and dirt. She was tempted to heal him.

"Katsuki.." Y/n called out softly.

Katsuki stopped talking and looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"I apologize for cutting you, but I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bruises. It might get infected... Especially those open wounds.." Y/n said staring at Katsuki worriedly.

"Now that you mentioned it," Mitsuki spoke up. "You look terrible! I was just watching you and Eijiro defeat that villain! Why aren't you patched up!?"

Katsuki only rolled his eyes hearing his mother yell at him, but deep inside he kinda missed it. "Eijiro was getting patched up." Katsuki started. "I was going to as well when he fu-, mentioned Kazui. Since I made plans with Y/n as well, I thought of picking him up instead. But I realized it was a bit late, and looked around for them."

"Be glad that your son knows our address." Mitsuki sighed.

"Son, why don't you use your old bedroom and stay here for tonight?" Masaru walked towards them, smiling. "Your mother can help you with those while I prepare dinner. I'm sure Miss Y/n and Kazui are starving as well."

"A-ah! You don't have to-"

"That would be lovely!" Mitsuki beamed.

"Tsch." Well, it was not a bad idea. "Fine. Only because I'm exhausted."

"Alright then! I'll bring the aid kit while your father-

"Give it to Y/n," Katsuki said finally removing his combat boots.

"Ha?" Mitsuki was confused.

"She's a healer." Katsuki simply said making Y/n's eyes wide open.

"How did y-you know?.." Y/n stuttered.

"Doesn't matter," Katsuki said.

"Oh? That's very interesting, Y/n." Mitsuki smiled. "You can patch Katsuki in his room. I can finally spend time with my grandson!"

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Katsuki went to his old bedroom along with Y/n following him. He didn't expect his night to turn this way but he was a bit glad to have some a little privacy with Y/n.

"This is my old room," Katsuki said stopping in front of a door.

He slowly pushed the door open and switched the lights on revealing a tidy room with a bunch of Almight stuff around the room.

"I see a fan." Y/n giggled while they both walked into the room.

"Whatever," Katsuki answered. "Be thankful it's not like Izuku's." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I'll go shower." He said. "You can wait here. Just sit on the bed, I guess."

"Oh. I'll prepare the med kit while waiting for you." Y/n smiled.

"Alright. I'll be quick." Katsuki said and left.

A few minutes passed, and Katsuki got out of the shower fully clothed. He decided to just change in the bathroom so that it wouldn't create any awkwardness between him and Y/n. He also wore something that might help Y/n while she heals him.

"Would these clothes be a bother?" He asked slowly approaching Y/n who was comfortably sitting on the bed.

Hearing his voice shook her a little bit. Luckily she managed to hide it.

As she looked at Katsuki, her eyes widened on seeing what he was wearing. A loose black tank top along with what seems like sleepwear shorts stops a few inches above his knee.

"Oi."

Y/n blinked when he called out. "I-it's okay."

Katsuki sat across from her, not too close but not too far either. He watched how she took a bunch of stuff out of the kit as if she was familiar with what she was doing. Like a muscle memory almost.

"I have a question." Katsuki suddenly blurts out.

"Oh, uh. What is it?" Y/n asked while focusing on the liquid disinfectant.

"Why didn't you take the medical field?" As if hitting a sensitive spot, Katsuki noticed how her movements turned slow. "You don't have to answer if it's something sensitive." He quickly added.

"No, no. It's fine." Y/n smiled at him. "It's not sensitive as well." She said. "I just dont like seeing people die. Especially under my care." She sighed as the smile never left her lips. "I get attached easily which is not a good thing as a doctor, or so I was told. Haha."

While reading the formula of the disinfectant, Y/n managed to answer Katsuki. "I wanted to be a doctor. But since I am a very emotional person, I decided to just teach."

"Why didn't you tell me your quirk is healing?"

Y/n giggled remembering her reason.

"The hell is so funny about it, hah?" Katsuki was confused as to why she found his question amusing.

"Sorry!" Y/n apologized immediately. "I just think that you might find my reason foolish."

"I won't if you tell me." Katsuki tsked.

"Well. I watched you a lot on the television. All your interviews." Y/n started.

"Right," Katsuki smirked. "I forgot that you're a fan of Dynamight."

"S-shut it.." Y/n blushed. "Anyway," after clearing her throat, she continues, "Dynamight is a very protective person and doesn't want to cause any harm to anyone. Since my quirk causes self-harm, I know you'd be against it if I used it on you or Kazui when I started working for you."

She does have a point.

"So, the day you got home injured, I told Kirishima to not say a word when I both mended you two," Y/n explained while dabbing the liquid on a cotton ball.

"You think I'll let you use it on me, huh?" Katsuki said looking at her.

"H-huh?"

"Of course fucking not." He added and looked away. "You're precious to me. I don't want you getting hurt." He said while his face was turning red.

Y/n's face was worse though, hers was redder than tomato. "U-um.. Your a-arm, please.."

"Wha t do you even like about Dynamight, huh," Katsuki asked out of nowhere while he raised his arm and felt her gentle grasp on his skin. For some reason, it feels very comforting.

"What do I like about him?" Y/n smiled. "He was very passionate about saving people. I admire how bold he is in every situation. No matter what kind of villain he faces, he assures people that he'll defeat them. I just hate it when people misunderstand him just by judging him. They didn't know that without his hero suit, Dynamight was a very different person."

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"Hey, Masaru." Mistuki called out while preparing the food with her husband.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru answered.

"Did you notice what Katsuki said earlier?" Mitsuki said pausing on washing the vegetables.

"Hm.." Masaru thinks for a second before answering, "Which part?"

"Katsuki said he has plans with Y/n." Mitsuki looked at Masaru as she said this. "I think Katsuki doesn't need our help."

Masaru just smiled at his wife. "Like I said, our son is smart."

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Happy New year, everyone!! I am back!!! I hope you like this part!

Thank you for all your patience! 🥺🥺

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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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Hobie helps reader get out of a toxic friendship because the toxic person is obviously super bad for them and Hobie gives advice like "You gotta just drop them" but reader is stubborn OR toxic friend already unfriended but won't stop sending reader messages or notes so hobie responds for reader instead. 😭

Personally I'm going thru this rn (honestly she just doesn't understand the words no) and I think Hobie would be so willing to send a message and reader would be like "ok but don't be mean about it" and he just has to delete his entire paragraph of text 🙏🙏

-🍄 ( Te Amo )

I'm sorry you're going through this, lovely 😔 I hope they left you alone. Know that you are loved ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, hurt/comfort.

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The simple buzz of your phone fills you with dread. Shoulders straighten, fingers locking up in their joints, you exhale, closing your eyes tightly like you're in pain.

Hobie, the absolute angel that he is, notices this. He leaves his comfortable position on your lap, head perking up to meet your scrunched up face.

“That them?” His voice is still deep from waking up from his nap. Eyes narrowed towards the knot of your eyebrows.

You huff, smoothing his cheek that your jeans have left a mark on it. “Maybe, did it wake you up?”

“Yes,” he sounds pissed (not at you) and fatigued at the same time. “You gotta drop him, love.” His voice is suddenly soft, knuckles brushing the tension away from your arms.

“I know, I already unfriended him on everything and he won't just…I don't even want to interact anymore.” The tiredness in your voice boils his blood, he's had enough of your so-called ‘friend’ and his toxic ways.

“Give me the phone,” he sits up, flexing his fingers towards your phone laying face down on the table. “I'll do it for you.”

“I can fight my own battles, Hobie.” You don't sound mad, just incredibly dejected. Losing a friend is hard enough, but cutting them off is what's best for you, and Hobie knows that too.

“I know you can.” He kneads the space in between your shoulders to let you relax for once. You lean on his touch, letting your muscles sag. “But you've already done everything and he still hasn't gotten the message. And if being nice about it doesn't work anymore, let me be mean for you, yeah? I know he was your friend once.” I know you cared for him. He wanted to add but he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

The phone buzzes again.

You nod, sniffing, you hand him your phone, opening the message thread for him. “Just don't be too mean to him?”

“After what he's done—?” Hobie's already typing up a storm.

“Hobie, please.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the simple act has you melting all over him.

Your tender words have him deleting an entire paragraph. “Alright. Just a bit mean then.” Typing a response for you, Hoping this was enough for him to leave you be.

Hobie lets you read his message first before sending it. The tone was harsh but needed, the words were well chosen to try and be nice about it but still being firm.

“Okay,” you hand him the phone without hitting send. You're too nervous to press it.

“Can I add a wanker in the end?” Hobie asks, finger hovering over the letter ‘w’.

You laugh, he hasn't heard it in a long while. Patting himself on the back, he types up the word.

“Love.” He says before sending the message. “Don't feel too bad, yeah? You're a bloody saint for putting up with his shit.” He leaves a quick kiss on your temple for reassurance. “Do you want to do it?”

Giving you the phone, you suck in a sharp breath before hitting send.

“And just to make sure he never contacts you again.” Hobie blocks the number, you can't help but smile. Feeling the heaviness on your shoulders fade as he closes the phone for you.

“Thank you.” You lace your fingers around his, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of his hand.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He cradles the back of your head, kissing just above your hairline. “Now, it's your turn to take a nap.”

Hobie would do it all over again if you asked. He hopes the message gets to him or your ex friend is about to have a little visit from spiderman in the near future. Just to intimidate of course.

Giggling, you let Hobie guide your head down to rest on his lap. He even placed a pillow in between to make you feel more comfortable.

“Sleep well, lovie” He wishes that your dreams are kinder to you this time.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x gn! reader #spider punk x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #hobie hurt/comfort #fanfic #🍄 anon

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stormberry-12 · 6 months

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faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

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"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-"

Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race.

Should you run away?

'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"

"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"

"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.

You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.

You shook your head.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Christian-"

"Heh, I'm so special,"

"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"

"Why would you be fired?" he asked, "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"

"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"

"Who came up with that shit?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"

"Your contract rules," he said.

"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"

"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.

True.

"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."

Also true.

"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."

"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"

"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"

"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"

You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"

For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"

"I will, thanks Lan,"

"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."

That shook you to your core.

You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.

How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.

Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?

After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.

Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you.

Pave the way Y/n.

This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.

"Radio check, you ready for this?"

"Yep. Copy."

Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.

"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.

"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"

"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"

"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"

This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.

"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.

"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.

"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."

"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"

"66."

"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.

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"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.

Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.

He needed y/n.

She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.

But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute

Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?

Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?

Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?

No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.

Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap.

He couldn't watch this anymore...

"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"

"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"

"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."

"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"

Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."

Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.

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Lee Jihoon ✶ 𓂃 She got the Ruby

w.c : 3.0 k ┊ synopsis : Lee jihoon accidentally rizzed up a rich woman and successfully gets pegged by her┊ content warning : smut , sub jihoon, pegging , face sitting/oral sex , lowkey sugar mommy dynamic , uji and his ruby red kink (red lips + red heels + red strap)

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The first time Jihoon meets you it's at a bar. He doesn’t drink often, much less goes to a bar, but he’d been having a creative block in his studio for too long and it had got him feeling weary of his own studio and his shitty studio was that last place he wanted to be.

You were sitting alone, and he’d thought he could flirt with you. Not that he really thought he had a chance at all, you looked so gorgeous, dressed up a little too formally for a bar, but gorgeous nonetheless, and all while he was wearing an old stretched tee over ripped jeans, his impulsively bleached hair long and messy. But his pockets were light and a whiskey hit harder than local beer and he wouldn't mind using a stranger to vent.

“Hey, buy me a drink?” He tried, sliding by you. In all honesty Jihoon doesn't know a thing about flirting and picking up (only if he had listened to a bit of Mingyu's bizarre flirting lessons). He was stiff and awkward, his smile tight.

“No, why would I?” You were colder on the inside than what appeared on the surface.

Jihoon held his hand up, “shit, sorry. I just had to try flirting once, y'know,” he said awkwardly, trying to retreat back.

“Oh,” you say, stopping him in his steps, “I didn't realise you were flirting.”

“You didn’t?” jihoon chuckles, “doesn’t it happen a lot to you? I'd find it hard to believe it if doesn't.”

“It doesn't,” you say, pulling the chair beside you to make space for him to sit. He raises his eyebrows at his own luck and slides into the seat, “what will you drink, then?”

“A whiskey sounds good,” Jihoon smiles, feeling a bit more confident now that you set the bar so low for him. You simply nod at the bartender who pours a neat glass of some expensive looking whiskey. He glances between you and the bartender, and feels the urge to stop you, “hey, that looks expensive, you don’t really have to-”

“Don’t bother the price,” you say, passing the glass to him, “you can continue flirting with me now.”

Jihoon doesn’t, infact, flirt. After just one glass of whiskey, he’s tipsy enough to spill every detail of his miserable life, from his sloppy job as a music artist and producer, to his shitty apartment at the outskirts of the city to his music block and absolute need for new inspiration.

When Jihoon got a little too drunk, you ordered a cab for him to drop him home.

He wasn't much of a talker usually, but alcohol in his system always made him a little weird. You had ended up knowing everything about your life. And he knew nothing but your name and the phone number you gave him.

The next morning he woke up with a hangover, still remembering last night. He tried to look up for you, in hopes of finding some social media so he knew a little more of you before he could think of contacting you.

Of everything else, he didn't expect the first thing to pop up would be a Wikipedia of your name. Oh.

Holy shit, did he just flirt with one of the richest business women in all of Korea!

He doesn't contact you after that knowledge, having read everything about you (especially your net worth). The number you gave him was probably fake too. Ugh, he'd probably embarrassed himself in front of you.

He met you again. And again. And again.

He'd learnt that you didn't go to bars often, you were just waiting for a business partner who was supposed to meet you there, only to have cancelled last minute due to his sick wife.

“I'm glad I waited to finish my drink.” You'd told him, making his ears and neck heat up.

You two were at a musical exhibit, where Jihoon had performed a few of his songs as the opening guest, dressed in the expensive tailored suit you bought him as you yourself dressed in a black bodycon formal dress finished with a blazer, your sleeves rolled up.

You'd bought him a rare expensive vinyl CD of his favourite Bruno Mars album.

“I can't take that, it's too costly,” he said. He didn't want you to think that he was friends with you just for your money, because he really wasn't. “Besides, I don't have a vinyl player.”

“I do,” You say nonchalantly, “you can come over and listen to it whenever you like.”

That isn't the only thing you buy for him. Every time he tries to nod you off for it being too expensive or too big for his place, you'd take it to yours. So he had naturally ended up spending a lot of time at your penthouse. It was big and spacious and you'd told him there was enough space to fit in all his musical accessories that he couldn't keep at his own apartment.

He'd come there often after finishing his work at studio. He'd been inspired lately, writing different songs and making new beats every now and then. He'd even send you a few samples for you to review.

“It sounds amazing,” you'd said as you pulled off his headphones, “what's the title?”

“Haven't thought of it yet. The chorus is still kinda funky. Once I get it the lyrics right, I'll have a title,” he said.

He often thought his hoodies and electric guitars and the drum set and all the vinyls and vintage albums you bought him didn't fit your house aesthetic. But you never said anything about it.

He's eating dinner with you now at yet another expensive and fancy restaurant you took him to. He thinks you look gorgeous. Really gorgeous. Just out-of-his-league gorgeous. Your silky slip red dress and red lipstick and matching red heals did things to his heart (and dick) he couldn't explain.

He just wants to bed you so bad. He wants you to fuck him so bad.

He watches as you order another bottle of champagne for the two of you. He should feel more guilty, he thinks, for taking so much from you. Instead, he feels comfortable and pleased. He's always been the provider and the protector in any of his previous relationships – not that he minded to be the same with you, but it felt good to be taken care of once instead. He feels safe around you, and happy as well, and he's not an easy talk, but you hear him talk whenever he talks too. And he doesn't know what he must have done to get someone as perfect as you in his life.

“Hey, why do you like me,” he'd said impulsively, “why me?”

You could have had anyone you want in this world. Jihoon firmly believed that, with not only your wealth but for how beautiful you were, inside and out. He thinks you don't realise that, but he knows it.

You look up at him, lips opening and closing slightly, before speaking, “would you… like to come home with me tonight?”

Jihoon's back hit the wall as soon as you two reached the bedroom of your penthouse, his lips feverishly kissing yours. You were strong – not stronger than him, but you also made him feel weak. You pinned him against the wall, your one hand holding two of his above his head as the other reached to hold a handful of his hair.

He'd moan in your mouth every time you'd tug a little too hard. He loved it. He loves how you tower over him in your 4-inches red high heels. He's usually very dominant in bed, but you make him feel so submissive.

He feels dumbbed out by the kiss when you pull away, panting as you place butterfly kisses over his jaw and neck. “Shit, y/n, I want you so bad,” he whispered against your hair.

“Will you strip for me, baby?”

Jihoon would do anything for you if you call him baby in your sweet, seductive voice. You leave his hands so he can help himself, unbuttoning the silk black shirt (that you bought for him), carelessly pulling them off his shoulders and yanking them off to the floor. He undid his trousers and pulled them down to his thighs, letting gravity do the rest of the work, all while you nibbled over the skin of his neck.

“These too, baby boy,” you said, tapping on his black CK boxer briefs. Shyly, but surely, Jihoon let go of those too, now completely bare in front of you. You looked down at him, your hand ghosting over the curves of his body, making Jihoon shiver. He could feels your stare over his dick, which had gotten half hard already. You rest your hand over his abs, meeting his eyes again, “Shit, you're so pretty, hoon.”

He wanted to say you were prettier, but his voice was stuck in his throat. You pressed another kiss on his lips before taking his hand and bringing him to your bed, making him sit on the edge. You stripped for him next, giving him a full show as you slipped off your dress, your matching black lace lingerie a sight to his eyes. He immediately put his hand to the back of your knee to pull you on the bed on top of him, but you pullled back, chuckling at him.

“Patience, my baby boy.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath, pulling his hand back to himself as he watched you undo your bra and let it slip down your shoulders and onto the floor. His mouth watered at sight of your breasts, soft and heavy and perfectly shaped. He held himself back from touching you, even as his cock was completely hard against his torso by now. Your panties came down next, and when you bent down to take off your heels, he stopped you by your wrists, “c-can you not take them off yet?” he asked you, then added in a sweeter voice, “please?”

There was a smile on your face. “Of course, anything for my baby.”

Jihoon’s cheeks grew red a little again, and he looked up at you expectantly.

“What do you want, hoonie?” you cooed softly, cupping his cheek in your right hand, brushing a thumb on it slowly.

“I-i want you,” jihoon said shyly, embarrassed at stuttering the way he did.

You laugh at him. “You want me? You are gonna have to earn it baby.”

You gently guided his face to your crotch, lifting your one leg up on the bed to give him access. For jihoon, it was nothing short of a dream come true, to have his face smushed over the paradise of your pussy. He held your juicy thighs for support, as he licked a stripe between your folds. In return, he felt your grip on his hair tightening, pulling against his scalp. He was lapping you up like a dog after that. You were wet. So wet. And he wanted to drink all of your juices.

You were moaning softly above him as pushed you by your thighs closer to his face, sliding a tongue into your heat as his nose pressed against your clit. He couldnt help but want more. It wasn’t his fault, you had conditioned him to want the best of everything by spoiling him like that.

“Baby, can you sit on my face?” he asked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, and you nodded in a yes immediately. He let his body fall back on the bed and you scooted over to his head. You were still holding yourself up, trying not to squish his face. But jihoon wanted exactly for you to squish his face down, to be pressed against your pussy till he couldn’t breathe. So he pulled your thighs down so you were sitting on his face like it was a fucking stool.

He heard you gasp a little when his tongue was right back at action. He suckled on your clit a little, not enough to drive you over the edge, but just enough to make you moan above him. He put his tongue back in its place inside your vagina and he suddenly wished he had two tongues so he could simultaneously fuck you with one and play with your clit with the other. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that choice, so he simply settled on performing the best oral he ever has eith only one tongue.

His pace wasn’t too fast, so to make your experience last longer and better, but not so slow it would be annoying for you. It was the perfect pace to get you moaning. When he felt your thighs start to shake a little, he knew you were close. He put his mouth over your clit once again, sucking harder to ride you to your high, until you were wetting his face with your cum. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he made you squirt for his first time.

You scooted back to sit on his chest now, stabilizing yourself after the amazing orgasm jihoon gave you. He rubbed comforting small and warm circles on your thighs, until you were down from you high, looking down at him with a satisfied smile.

“was I good?”

“So good, baby,” you say, leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Gon’ make you feel s’good,” you say against his lips.

You both reposistion so that jihoon was lying down straight on the bed,his head supported by your pillows as you hovered on top of him, your knees encaging either sides of his hips. You kissed him again, your tongue finding it's way in his mouth, making him gasp, his hands gripping your shoulders with need.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” You ask gently.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Mh,” Jihoon nods. He usually dominates his way in bed. He's good at it, doing all the work add giving his partners complete pleasure. But he's taken it before, and he can take it now too. He wants to take it. He wants to take you. “I want you so bad, y/n.”

He doesn't know how you do it, make him feel all weak and submissive for you. He waits patiently as you climb off him to get your strap-on. His palms are sweating and his cock is as hard as it can be as he watched you put on the harness. He didn't think someone could look as elegant and beautiful as you did while putting on a strap on.

The silicon end of the strap was a hot angry red, and matched with the red heels you still wore and your red lips intact from the smudge-proof lipstick makes Jihoon want to moan just looking at you. It's impossible for any being to look as sexy as you did at that moment. When you climbed back on the bed, pulling a lube bottle from the night table, his mouth almost watered at the sight of you.

You got between his legs, pulling his knees to either side of your hips so his ass was raised just enough for you to slip a hand under. You coated your fingers with an adequate amount of lube before circling his puckering hole, slipping in a digit. It made Jihoon arch his back with a moan muffled by his arm covering his mouth.

He'd cleaned himself before meeting you, but he was still tight. Your fingers were gentle, easing him at a comfortable pace. You leaned back down to his neck, nipping over the skin to mark your territory. You pushed his arm from his mouth, “let me hear you, beautiful.”

Jihoon was very vocal in bed, more so when he was submissive. Your fingers felt amazing on him. When he eased around one, you pushed another finger in, your hand caressing his thighs comfortingly.

Your fingers curled inside him, close enough to his prostate, making him whimper your name. You move up again, hungry for his lips, kissing him messily and sloppily as he moans against your mouth.

“Baby, do you think you're ready yet?” You ask him and he nods positively. Your silicone cock is big, bigger than him probably, but he thinks he could take you now. Besides, he'd like a little stretch of it too.

You smile against his lips, taking out your fingers and coating your cock with more lube. You enter the tip first, watching the man under you press his face into the pillow beside him, his drool sticking out as he moaned, taking the rest of it too. He relaxed around it, giving you a go to move.

You slam your hips against his, earning another loud sound from him. You couldn't care less about making noise, you lived in a penthouse with thick walls. You wanted to hear Jihoon moan and whimper your name, drink in his sweet noises.

As you accelerated the pace, Jihoon arched his back, whimpering little ah-ah-ah’s, clutching the bedsheets under him you held his thighs up, hosting his right knee on your shoulder to get the perfect angle to get to his prostate every time.

You loved the way Jihoon fell apart under you. You could tell he was close already, so you take hold of his leaking cock, giving it attention it needed finally. Not long after Jihoon is shooting white ropes all over his stomach, breathing heavily.

You bend down and kiss the satisfied smile on his lips, slowly exiting him as he relaxed down there. You took a few tissues from the night table and cleaned up Jihoon and yourself lazily before taking off your strap and heels. You lied down beside him, pulling a blanket over the two of you. You didn't need to be told that Jihoon wanted to cuddle, so you slipped on top of him yourself, resting your cheek against his shoulder and wrapping a hand around his waist.

“Felt good, baby?”

“Mm, s’good,” Jihoon sighed, hugging you tighter. Tonight was indeed productive. Not only did Jihoon get fucked up so good after so long, but he was also inspired by you(r red cock) and finally had a name for the track he'd been working on lately: Ruby.

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 9 months

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Scream For Me - Rafe Cameron Ghostface! x Reader PART 5

Warnings: Language, some stalker themes, not proofed

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Texts from Rafe in Blue, texts from Ghostface in Red, texts from Reader in Pink

All you could do was stare at your phone. Frozen on your stairs, the two texts staring back at you.

Rafe...

Have a good night......... babe. ;)

And of course, your new friend, the serial killer...

You look very pretty right now, sweetheart.

A noise outside makes you drop your phone. You scramble down the stairs as it falls, picking it up before double-checking that your front door is locked. You feel your phone buzz in your hand but don't check it, opting for closing the blinds in the living room.

You flip the light switch for the entryway on, half expecting to see someone in the darkness, but no one is there. Rafe's car is gone and the street is silent.

Maybe if you called him he would come back and wait for your parents with you?

You flip the switch off before speaking out loud to yourself.

"Don't be pathetic."

Then you run up the stairs to your room.

...

Rafe parked his car in an empty lot a few blocks from your house.

Seeing it was getting dark and no one really wanted to be out alone right now, he was free to grab his gear and go.

He checked both the phones to see if you had sent him any texts.

None so far but he'd guessed that would happen. You were probably running around your house making sure he couldn't get inside. But he had his ways. He had already broken in before.

He locked his car as his phone buzzed. He laughed.

It was you, replying to Rafe.

The first thing he noticed was the change in your texts. You weren't using punctuation or capitalization. You were distracted.

thanks again for taking me home

No problem at all babe.

He smiled as the bubbles appeared.

stop that

Never😈

Babe.

You didn't reply, which he was fine with, Rafe would just have to bug you again tomorrow. Besides, he was ready for you to meet his other self.

He donned his ghost-like mask and walked to your house.

...

You were sitting in your room, staring at the text from the unknown number.

He could see you?

How long had he been watching you?

Was he watching you now?

Thinking about that made your heart race.

In a good or bad way, you couldn't tell.

Which made you even more terrified.

You had sent several messages to your parents, asking when they'd be back but hadn't gotten a response.

So much for not wanting you to be home alone, right?

...

Rafe arrived at your home again, looking up at the dark house to the one light on in the window. Your room.

He shot off another text to you.

You should say thank you when someone gives you a compliment.

Rafe began walking to the back of your home. The lock on the back door was broken from the outside, which gave him easy access.

As his gloved hand reached for the handle, his other phone buzzed.

Shit.

He had thought he'd turned it off!

Rafe froze.

Incoming Call: Babe

He bolted from the door, pressing accept.

Your hushed words filled his ears.

"Rafe... can you please come back? I think..." You went silent. Listening. "I think the killer is outside my house."

FUCK!

He froze, crouching behind a fence, away from the street.

"Rafe, please."

He realized he hadn't spoken.

"Shit, yeah I'm on my way." He muted himself while he ran back to his car.

"Rafe, please hurry."

He clicked unmute as he got to his car.

"I'm coming, sw-" He caught himself. "I'm on my way." He hung up, which probably wasn't the best idea, but hey... He wasn't at your house anymore.

But you didn't know that. He started his car and whipped out his other phone.

Who are you on the phone with?

Your heart sank and genuine fear began to set in. If Rafe didn't come soon, you'd have to figure out a plan. With staggered breathing, your fingers hovered over your phone screen. Staring at the unanswered messages.

Your parents?

Why aren't they home with you, Y/N?

"Dammnit..."

Just where was Rafe?

You knew from spending time at the Cameron family's house at Sarah and Rafe's parties that they didn't live far from you.

Right on cue, your phone began to ring.

You pressed answer immediately after seeing Rafe's name on the screen.

"Rafe?"

"I'm outside, babe. I'm here."

You ran to your front door, shoulders relaxing when you see him on your doorstep. As soon as you unlock and open the door, he rushes inside, his hands grabbing your shoulders.

"Are you ok?"

"Rafe... the door. Close the door." He lets out a shaky breath and turns to close and relock the door. When he turns back around, you're staring at your phone screen, horror on your face.

"What?" You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes.

Rafe fakes shock at the photo you show him.

It's of you, upstairs in your room, sleeping. The photo had to have been taken recently.

Rafe catches you as your knees give out.

"He was here. He was inside my house. He was in my room. While I was asleep." The tears escape, streaming down your face as he holds you. "Oh my God."

Too bad you couldn't see the evil smirk on Rafe's handsome face.

...

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I start school again tomorrow so I don't really know when the next chapter will be up but I will try my best to upload it soon. :)

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What do you need to hear right now? [Divination Reading no. 1]

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"I can't give up now before its too late." "I've had enough shit in my plate, get lost" "It's better to stay than to go with you" Pile 1, you maybe moving on from something or someone/staying on the path you started. For those who are dealing with a person: You can't move on from the memories but you know deep down this relationship was doomed from the stort and the universe gave you a chance to see it but you ignored the red flags listen to your intuition carefully to avoid this mistake again (is this the third time you let this person in?) I'm sensing that this pile is too focus to this relationship and for a few of you that is not dealing with a person but a situation to yourself, you're going to be at a better place right now (even if you don't notice it). You decided to fight for this passion, you're not letting the doubts take your dream away Additional messages: Nape, neck, taurus, capricorn, 939, B, V, X, Y, Z, W, chick style clothing, pasta, hoodies, jeans, milk, cereal

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I'm hearing: Temptation, don't let temptation get the best of you

This pile has an addiction

I'm also hearing drúgs, I was almost going to cough when I write that but I managed to stop it, something about your throat seems blocked. For some of you, you may have fever or feeling sick of everything in this life So you cope with it using that addiction.

My spirit guides are telling me to take care of your mental health, are you depressed? If you're going to cope with something, make it hhealthy One example would be talking with the people you love to reduce the stress, anxiety; doing something you're passionate about etc.

Some of you are fighting the negative self of yours.

Stop whining and doing nothing (oh, some people are demanding change but lazy.)

Remember that in order to heal, you don't need someone (some people have it but they lack what?) cooperation, resiliency, and determination...that's what it takes to heal from your mental struggles.

As a psychology student, I'm begging you please, don't let a thing or person ruin everything for you. You already have passed so many obstacles in life just by being here, look how far you have come!

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Self love is the main of this pile, you're healing the wounded parts of yourself, CONFIDENCE seems to the number of people who picked this is working on. Keep on going bro! I feel like there are more guys in this pile than 2 and 1 (you're may be drawn to pile 1 as well)

My spirit guides wants to tell you that you've been doing a great job! Also, they said to consider exercising and include healthy foods for your diet to boosts your confidence more.

Something good will happen... you'll see it soon.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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THE TEXT CONVOS !! I hope it looks ok. I left spaces between the texts (ALSO THANK U FOR THE REQUEST 💗 ) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍒: Buy pads please!! 🍊: Already did, anything else that may satisfy her majesty? ❤️

🍊: Hi pretty. Can't find my tie, did you took it? It's the navy one 🍒: No, must've been your side chick :( 🍊: Please tell me you're joking 🍒: I'm not 🍊: Woman I practically worship the ground you walk on 🍒: Screenshotting this to Lem. Also your tie is with me :) 🍊: You two got jokes huh

🍒: Pretty women called "sleepless nights worried about my husband" is waiting for me in bed 🍊: Not tonight love. Coming home in 5

🍊: What kind of streets do ghosts hunt? 🍊: Dead ends

🍊: Really want to shoot him in the head 🍒: What are you talking about? 🍊: He's so fucking cocky huh? 🍒: Ladybug? He's not doing anything 🍊: That "we should all order some food" sounded pretty flirty to me 🍒: You deserve the electric chair

🍊: Are you from Mississippi? Cause you're the only miss who's piss I'll sippie [You blocked this contact]

🍊: That nob better stop touching your shoulder before I give him a lobotomy 🍊: Got the "little off the top" looking haircut 🍒: HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER 🍊: He should see an optometrist since he clearly didn't notice the ring on your finger 🍒: I told him I have a husband 5 times already but he said "it doesn't matter", so I gave him your number 🍊: That's my girl

🍒: [1 image attached] 🍊: Oh my fucking god 🍊: God took his time with you

🍒: Would you be mad at me if I punched you in the face? 🍊: What's the context love? Are we making out and you just started beating me up? 🍒: Why would I EVER do that??? 🍊: You tell me, you were the one who asked. 🍊: Wait you might actually be onto someting here love 🍒: THATS IT, SEX BAN 🍊: WHAT

🍒: What is taking you so long? 🍊: Lady at the cashier won't leave me alone 🍒: Please hurry up I want you to eat me out :( [Tan reacted with ❤️] 🍒: Tell her "husband duties are calling"

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: I'm really over here with Aristotle talking about plumbs and farmers and shit

🍒: Did you actually got into a fight with that Kimura guy just because he said he didn't like my tie? 🍋: Cherry defender first, human second

🍋: Bro is not listening to me 🤼‍♂️ 🍒: I'll hear you out on Henrys 🍋: [voice message: 42:33]

🍋: Got bored so I drew you 🍋: [1 image attached] 🍒: Thanks !! 🍒: Why do I have 3 fingers on each hand though? 🍋: I stole the other four

🍒: Are the cookies you left for me a prank? 🍋: Are they that bad? 🍒: What?? No!! Of course not!! 😊 I loved them!! 🫶 🍋: I got a feeling you're being sarcastic

🍋: Tan said nobody likes lemons 🍒: I'll kill him

🍒: The bartender asked for my phone number 🍋: BOOOOOO 📢📢 every time 🍒: I gave him Tan's number. Wanna catfish him? 🍋: LETS GO I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍊: The group name is stupid 🍋: IT'S GENIUS 🍒: It's literally what we are 🍊: I think I should've named the group so it wouldn't be something stupid 🍋: "Tangerines are sophisticated" This you❓ 🍒: Point and laugh 🫵🤣 🍊: Piss off

🍋: I burned the pasta 🍊: You can cook? 🍋: I tried 🍊: Never do it again 🍋: Piss off at least I wasn't the one who dropped the pod on the floor 🍒: This is why you two aren't allowed in my kitchen

🍊: I'm just saying, relationships should be 50/50 🍊: She looks pretty, while I growl at anyone who looks at her 🍋: It's getting harder and harder to defend you 🍒: People are gonna think you're insane 🍋: He is

🍋: [1 image attached, it's a selfie of us three] 🍋: BOY WE SEE THEM BABY BLUES 🍒: I swear people don't even say bless you anymore, they just stare at you like that 🍊: Do you two ever stop to think about what you're saying? 🍋: No 😼 🍒: Nope 🍊: It shows

yeah no kidding you aced the shit out of these!!! and they are so fun to read !! I definitely get what you mean now by them being fun😭

LOVE LOVE LOVED them all but these have gotta be my faves

THIS ONE??? had my cracking up. was still thinking about it and laughing to myself ages after reading 😭😭

little off the top and the ring comment 😭

and giving the guy tan number and him saying that’s my girl🫠

god took his time with you??? melting

WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE!!! lemon definitely sends really long voice messages and spams with videos. like he’s giving you mini personal vlogs😭😭😭 he just starts talking about the most random shit walking around the house. “… yeah they said his car is fucked— no way. I just found this.” and holds it out to the camera and then he carries on with whatever he was saying before

I feel like he struggled to draw all 10 fingers and got fed up so gave you simpson hands instead

#ask #💺#tangerine #tangerine headcanon #lemon #tangerine and lemon

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sadlittlesquish · 7 months

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Hot, Wet, Sticky Sweet

Chapter Two: Come Crashing into my Little World

A/N: A few things before we get into it.

Number one, I would like to thank you all for being so nice and sweet about this fic. It's meant the world to me that not only did you enjoy how I write Eddie, but also my OC. I know y/n reader inserts are most everyone's bread and butter concerning Eddie pairings or StEddie, so to have a good reception to my OC means the world to me.

Number two: I know the Ride the Lightning tour was in Indianapolis around February 1985, but for the continuity sake (and to align with my OC's bday) I fudged the date a little. I'm doing my best to write albums and products that were available in the fall of 1985 to the summer of 86, but there will be a few things I blur because I just want them to gush over shared interests.

Number 3: Some heavy topics are going to be discussed in later chapters if I continue this fic. I will put trigger warnings in the beginning of any of those chapters.

Now, without further ado, please enjoy.

Over the weekend, Eddie had come to peace with his greatest humiliation in front of the girl of his dreams; and he resolved himself that come Monday afternoon he was going to walk right into Home Ec, look her square in the eyes, and act like nothing happened. He reasoned with himself that if maybe he played it off cool, he might still have a .001% chance of charming her.

Yet, as he sits in his van he hears the bell for third period chime distantly, and closes his eyes to try and block out his cowardice. He really had every intention of waltzing in there, playing it all off like nothing had happened. His feet had other ideas apparently, as his heart thundered into his ribs at the mere thought of seeing her again. So, here he was, ditching 3rd period like a fucking weenie.

Eddie's leg is bouncing erratically, a cigarette burning between his agitated fingers. His other hand is slamming against the steering wheel to each thunderous beat of the drums as the high wailing vocals of Judas Priest fills the space.

"Hypnotize me

Mesmerize me

Feel my willpower slip

Light my fire with cold desire

Losing all my grip"

There's a blue-gray cloud of smoke spilling from his mouth as Eddie's raspy voice joins the one blaring from his speakers.

In retrospect, the scene he had gotten off to a couple days prior had been tame compared to some of the things he'd jerked off to in porn mags and filthy tapes. Sure some of them would occasionally feature a girl with an edgier look than the rest, but none so far had captured everything that this girl had given him in just the span of ten minutes.

Arousal was flickering through him from the mere memory, making Eddie take a heavy drag on his cigarette, the burn distracting him enough to not pop a stiffy. However, the memories persisted and before he knew it, Eddie was half hard with sweat prickling at his temples.

Her thighs had looked so soft, like he could sink his teeth into them and it would feel like biting into a marshmallow. And the fishnets definitely didn't help… Eddie didn't realize he had such a debilitating weakness, until he saw her sweet, creamy thighs peaking through threads of black fabric.

An appreciative groan slips unwillingly from somewhere deep in Eddie's chest as he dared to imagine her soft thighs bracketing his hips while she sat in his lap like it was her own personal throne. The weight of her would feel heavenly, and Eddie knows he would die a happy man just to be on the receiving end of her affections.

"Shit," Eddie huffs out, as the realization dawns on him that this infatuation wasn't something firmly rooted in his pent up lustful desires. He liked her. Maybe he was unsure of how badly he was falling for her, but Eddie can feel butterflies mixing in with the arousal at the very idea of holding her hand, while they screamed themselves hoarse at a concert.

Goin' under

Hear the thunder

Death defying grace

Your condition breeds ammunition

Shoots me in the face

Vicious talkin' (vicious talkin')

Stabs me like a knife

Scratched and bruised (so abused)

I'm a human sacrifice

Eddie can't help the shiver that sprints up his spine, the image of her blood red lipstick making marks up and down his neck, mixing with bruises and teeth indents has his whole body fever hot. He can see the flush of his cheeks in the reflection of the window, and is almost speechless by the sight of himself.

He looks absolutely wrecked, not even having to lay a hand on himself to get so worked up.

Another groan punches its way out of Eddie, his wild eyes flicking over to see the time displayed on his dash. His next class was one he couldn't skip out on if he really wanted to keep up that steady army crawl towards a D. But… well… he did have a little time to indulge.

Guilt finds its way amongst all the other emotions he was feeling right now, especially since he knew it wouldn't be the last time he frantically fucked into his fist thinking about the best ten fucking minutes of his life. Maybe it was a little pathetic, virgin freak Eddie Munson jacking off in his shitty van in the school parking lot to memories of the longest and hottest interaction he had ever had with a girl since middle school.

But right now, Eddie didn't really fucking care.

He closes his eyes, focusing on the dancing images behind his eyelids. The way her tits had swung heavy and full, back and forth in such an entrancing way. The swell of her lower lip being pulled behind her teeth as she concentrated, revealing her wet, pink tongue.

Eddie shudders, his hand already down his pants as he remembers her sticky honey toned eyes. There was a darker depth to them than that, something about her eyes reminds him of quiet nights spent with his Uncle Wayne, sipping aged scotch and watching sunsets. Warmth and darkness contrasting in perfect harmony in her sultry brown eyes.

He has a hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock, the heat of himself making him hiss out in surprise. The previous song is fading, the next one off the Screaming For Vengeance album kicking into gear as Eddie starts to jerk himself to the rhythm. It's slow and languid at the beginning as the guitar comes in soft and sweet, but as soon as the chorus revs up, Eddie is slick fisting his cock and tipping his head back in pleasure.

"Help me, I'm beggin' you please

You've got the power, down on my knees

Give me some kind of life

Leave me be

Take these chains off

Take 'em off of my heart

Take these chains off

Take 'em off of my heart"

Eddie is wrapped deliriously up in the fever pitch of it all. The high octane drum beat, the wailing guitar and the sinful sweet lyrics edging him closer and closer to his end. He can't stop himself from imagining the girl, her arms above her head as she thrashes alongside him in a crowd. He wonders if she would wear fishnets and shorts again if they went to a concert together.

"Hmmmm… fuck," Eddie sighs, his wrist cramping a little from jerking himself off in the confined space of his tight pants. But there was no way in hell he wanted to pull out his dick for all the world to see if someone happened by and looked into his van at the right moment. It was bad enough how obvious it would be for anyone to notice what he was up to…

But he just couldn't help himself. Not when he was so, so fucking close to cumming and he'd barely even begun.

"'M close," Eddie slurs, and pathetically imagines he's talking to her, letting her know how badly she was corrupting him with each and every orgasm caused by her.

Eddie wants to imagine her, looking into his eyes with that gentle teasing smirk caught at the edge of her lips, her voice smoky soft like a perfectly chilled hit when he felt ambitious enough to add ice to his bong.

"Eddie," he remembers the way she had said it clear as day, the way her lips wrapped around his name like it had always belonged to her. It's what finally makes the tension snap; cum roping out over his sweaty fingers in hot, thick spurts that leave him shaking.

By the time Eddie is able to come back to his senses, the last song on the album is halfway over, and his forgotten cigarette has burnt out. He groans at the mess in his pants, a little annoyed with himself for giving in to his horny brain that never thought things through.

"Fuck me," Eddie grumps, twisting and turning to find something in the back of his van within reach to wipe his cum covered hand clean. Eventually he finds one of his ratty old hoodies, already ruined by cigarette burns and the general messy (gross) disaster his back seat sometimes became when life got hectic. He quickly cleans his mess, an embarrassed flush warming the back of his neck and cheeks as he does so.

The act is methodical and by the time he's sure all the cum stains are gone, he's calmed down considerably. His pants zipped back up, Eddie opens his window to flick out his cigarette as the cassette pops in the player, ready to be pushed back in for another time.

Before he heads back into school for his next class, Eddie paws around the glove box for some cologne, just in case the scent of cigarettes and sex lingered on his skin. Drakkar Noir was definitely a better alternative, even if the bottle was almost empty.

Eddie moves aside his hair and spritzes some of the cologne onto his wrist, so he can control the wear; he dabs the rest below his jaw line and in the hollows of his neck. A trick he remembers quite vividly seeing his mother do, sat in front of her boudoir as she fussed with her makeup to hide any visible bruises.

Finally satisfied with his shameful cleansing, Eddie shoulders open the heavy metal door and hops down from his van. He checks the time on his watch, only a few minutes before 3rd period ends. With a final once over in his side view mirror, Eddie heads off to the trenches of Ms. O'Donnell's class.

"War Machine is like, ten times better than Iron Man," Lucas argues, his arms crossing as he stares Dustin down, silently egging him on into a debate he knows he'll win.

"You're crazy!" Dustin sputters, "War Machine wouldn't even exist without Tony Stark inventing the suit in the first place!"

At one point the whole Hellfire club table gets roped into this heavy debate, sides taken and hotly defended debates flying around.

None of this matters to Eddie as soon as he hears a voice ringing out in the cafeteria. It was laughter, but he instantly recognized it as belonging to her; because he had replayed every minute detail of their interaction a million times over in his head.

His head whips up so fast as he starts to look around frantically for her. It doesn't take long for his gaze to catch on her hair, the bloody red color broken up by black tips and streaks unmistakably hers.

She's at a table with a few other people, and to Eddie's absolute mortification (delight), she is wearing fishnets again. He leans forward, doing his best not to catch the attention of his friends, as he tries to get a better look at her.

This time she's wearing a skirt; a tiny thigh high acid washed skirt that just looks so fucking hot paired with the black netting clinging to her thighs. Eddie watches her push playfully at someone's shoulder, and as she leans forward he gets a perfect view of her cleavage.

The cut of her red paisley bandana top is low enough that Eddie can see the plentiful swell of her chest even from a few tables away.

A strangled sound, something Eddie had never heard himself make before, bubbles in his throat at the sight. His cheeks are going flush, as his friends all turn to look at him. Reluctantly, Eddie tears his eyes away from the girl so the group can't figure out who he has in his line of sight. The teasing would never end if the Freshman finally saw him getting interested in a girl.

"Sorry, bit my cheek," Eddie mumbles out, a pathetic attempt at covering up whatever the fuck that was.

"Yeah… right," Lucas adds, his tone very much conveying that he didn't believe Eddie's lie for a second.

But the attention quickly goes back to the impassioned arguing over Iron Man Lore, and Eddie is sat sorting glumly through his pretzels, trying to find the one's with the most flavoring first.

It's so lame, but he can't let this opportunity go to waste; to drink in the girl for as long as he can in case he never gets another moment like this again.

Eddie surreptitiously raises his eyes, finding her so fast it's like there is a magnetic pull between them. He realizes this mistake within .10 seconds of his gaze landing on her. Eddie chokes, literally chokes on the pretzel he had been sucking all the flavor off of; because why in the hell was she licking on a fucking sucker now?

Her lips were dragging on an outward motion as she pulled the candy from her mouth to say something to one of her friends. But all Eddie can glean from the image is how she probably looked just like that when giving head.

Eddie is fever hot, and he can feel his eyes widening enough to probably look insane as he watches her. She has the sucker, cherry from the looks of it (and Eddie internally groans because that's his favorite flavor) poised on the tip of her tongue, ready to continue enjoying it.

One of her friends, the only guy at the table, must have said something again, because she's throwing her head back and laughing. Eddie is torn between being grateful so he doesn't have to see the red swell of her sucker disappear between her lips again, and annoyed because well… that's exactly what he wanted to see.

"Eddie, are you going fucking mental?"

Dustin is snapping in front of his face, trying to break him out of his trance.

"Geez, what?" Eddie regretfully pulls his attention away from her again to find the whole gang looking at him like he'd finally lost his marbles.

"Your eyes look like they're about ready to pop outta your skull," Jeff scoffs, flicking his football shaped folded up napkin at Eddie.

Eddie frowns, his eyes narrowing at his friends. "Guys, don't you have more important things to focus on? Like War Machine vs. Iron man— whatever is going on over here in Eddie land is nowhere near as interesting as that, trust me." He's trying to play it cool, popping some pretzels and a couple mixed in M&M's in his mouth; crunching away with a deceptive smile.

Everyone at the table eyes him skeptically, but to Eddie's surprise, they let the matter drop; quickly returning back to their debate. Perhaps they had all become so used to his odd behavior that even this out of the ordinary display doesn't faze them. The thought wounds Eddie's pride a little…

The bell ringing interrupts any further outbursts. Eddie can't help trying to steal one last glance at the girl, and he sees her pull the empty stick from her mouth and chuck it playfully at her guy friend with a smirk on her face.

Jealousy rears its ugly head, causing Eddie to slam his metal lunchbox closed a little harder than he intended. His friends raise their brows at this, surprised to see Eddie scowling angrily at thin air.

The group looks around, but silently decides not to poke the sleeping bear of Eddie's strange mood. Besides, they all needed to head off to class.

Eddie doesn't really register his friends getting up and leaving, tossing concerned glances over their shoulders as they do so. All he can feel is ugly, black self loathing.

Of course a girl as pretty and cool as her would have a boyfriend. It makes Eddie rethink everything about their previous interaction. How she had clammed up the moment Eddie complimented her. Her not getting the hint that he was only interested in watching her at the car wash…

He felt so stupid.

And, much to Eddie's unending despair, he also felt a little heart broken.

Eddie's mood had considerably soured the more his day went on. He just could not stop replaying what he saw in his head– over and over like some kind of torture porn. Eddie wasn't able to get a good look at the guy, so he had nothing to compare himself to, which only made his imagination go haywire.

The guy was probably ridiculously hot. Probably wasn't 20 years old and still in high school, hanging out with friends far younger than him…

He probably was the kind of person who deserved her.

Eddie's hands are stuffed into his coat pockets, his fingers finding the stray lighter there and fiddling with it occasionally as he walks toward where he always kept his van parked.

He's in the middle of pulling out his lighter so he can get a cigarette lit as soon as he is inside his van, when he looks up from the ground; shock racing through him at what he finds.

She's leaning against the side of his van, one heel kicked up to rest on a tire. There is a cigarette, half burned away between her fingers that she takes a slow, lazy drag off of.

Eddie can barely comprehend what he's seeing, part of him beginning to wonder if he had somehow died between leaving the school building and now, and this was his view of the afterlife. Heaven or hell, he would take it if it meant seeing this girl for the rest of forever.

She looks up, the sound of Eddie's feet crunching leaves and twigs in the underbrush near the forest where he kept his van safe from assholes who liked to vandalize it. A tiny smile lifts the corners of her lips, still wrapped around the end of her cigarette and she gives Eddie that tiny little wave again like she had at the carwash.

"Um… hello," Eddie cocks his head to the side, the question in his tone apparent as he approaches her.

Eddie watches her flick her cigarette onto the ground, putting it out with the heel of her boot before she pushes away from her leaning position on his van.

"Oh good, I'm glad I got the right van– though it was a little hard to find parked all the way out here." Her voice is sweet, and the smile on her face is making Eddie blush to be on the receiving end of it.

Eddie's heart is hammering so hard that he can feel the pulse behind his eyes. Her sweet voice is making him feel like he's on the brink of breaking down. And his brain is practically shutting off at her adorable smile.

"Yeah, I uh... yeah," it's all he can say, feeling like he's about to puke up all his nervous energy.

She steps forward, pulling a slightly squashed box from her school bag and sheepishly offers it up to Eddie. It looks like a miniature version of the kind of box donuts came in, and it makes Eddie's face crinkle in confusion.

"You didn't show up to Home EC today... I felt bad that you missed out on making cookies, so... I saved some for you."

Eddie's eyes widen as he takes the box from her, his heart doing silly twirls at the thought that she was going to share her cookies with him. And they were from her.

"Wow…," he says, accepting the box almost as if it were a precious jewel. "You... you really didn't need to," he finishes off softly, struggling to maintain his composure enough to appear at least semi-normal.

She shuffles, and if Eddie didn't know any better, it almost looks like she's nervous. "Well… I thought that maybe you didn't show up because of what happened the other day." Her brown eyes look so earnest and apologetic as they flit over Eddie's face, as if she's afraid of overstepping a boundary and hurting him.

"I just… wanted you to know that I'm not grossed out or mad at you for what happened— there were like, a ton of super hot girls there. I mean, if I had a dick I probably would have been in the same boat—" She's rambling as she toys anxiously with one of her black tipped strands of hair.

Heat flares through Eddie, and he can feel it burning in his cheeks hot enough to make his face go red. However, after the embarrassing sting fades a bit, Eddie realizes that the girl was under the impression that he had cum in his pants because of someone else.

His silence seems to make her uncomfortable because she continues to ramble, "A-anyway, the cookies aren't perfect– I think I made the icing too runny or something… but, I gave you the best ones."

She was acting more nervous than he was now, and that was adorable. He wants to reach out and touch her hair, to brush it behind her ear and watch her blush deepen. But he keeps himself in check, and decides the best thing to do was simply say thank you.

"Hey, I'm sure they aren't any worse than what I would have made," Eddie responds, opening the box and looking through the cookies, finding that the icing was indeed a bit runny and messy. That made her even more endearing to him than if she had presented him with something perfect.

The cookies inside are flat and misshapen, with horribly doodled Halloween creatures done in icing; like a toddler had got ahold of a box of crayons and a blank wall.

"Sorry again," she mumbles, toeing at the dirt beneath her boots self consciously. "Hopefully the present on the lid flap makes up for everything."

Again, Eddie is confused– until he lifts the lid that had flopped over and sees a ticket lightly taped to the inside.

A ticket for the Ride the Lightning Metallica tour for the end of this month, front row seats.

Eddie is surprised at the sight of the ticket, and he actually has to take a moment to just look at it. A ticket to a Metallica concert... that she had bought *for him!* He looks back up at her, his mind racing.

He wants to thank her again, to try and tell her how much this means to him. He wants to try and repay her. He just can't find the words.

"Is this seriously for me," Eddie breathes out, his fingers lightly tracing the edges of the ticket as if he's afraid it will disappear at any moment, like fairy gold.

"Mmmhm," the girl hums, an expression of relief on her face as she sees how happy Eddie looks right now. "If you don't mind driving us out to Indianapolis, I've already got the room booked and everything. That is, of course, if you wanna go with me."

Eddie can't believe this is reality for a moment, a part of him lost in the Euphoria of her generosity. The other part of him is suddenly wary, and confused.

"This is like, one of the most amazing gifts any one has ever got me… I just… I don't think your boyfriend would be too happy about you going to a concert with someone like me."

She stops fidgeting for a second, frozen in place by Eddie's sudden dark tone. Her face draws up in confusion, especially since Eddie was scowling so heavily.

"Boyfriend?"

Eddie refuses to look her in the eyes since he's having such a hard time hiding his Jealousy.

"Y'know… the guy you were flirting with in the cafeteria today— you threw your sucker stick at him."

Her sudden laughter makes Eddie cringe, waiting for her to rub it in that he didn't even stand a chance in hell with her compared to whatever Adonis she was dating.

"Eddie! Jesus Christ— that was my cousin. He's a fucking idiot, but he's definitely my idiot. And this isn't Alabama, so I'm definitely not dating my cousin."

"O-oh," Eddie practically squeaks out, wishing once again the ground would crack open and swallow him whole.

The ache of a punch to his arm draws him out of his spiraling misery, and Eddie looks up to see a playful smile on her face.

"Charlie hates metal music, so I'm definitely not taking him to something so epic that he can't appreciate. 'Sides, you'd be more fun to hang out with anyway."

The way she's looking up at Eddie, shyly under the rim of her delicate lashes, sends him back to LA LA land.

"Please say that you'll come with me Eddie, I can pull the Birthday card if I have to– since I'll be turning 19 soon, and I really want to celebrate it with you."

"Shit— yeah of fucking course I'll go! Just hella surprised you want me to join you for something so special."

Her smile could power the whole solar system in that moment; and Eddie feels like he's about ready to pass out from how badly his heart has been pounding this whole time.

"Yes!!!" She exclaims, fist pumping the air in triumph.

Eddie was so fucking screwed.

Without a doubt in his mind, in that moment he knows, he's hopelessly head over heels for her.

He clears his throat awkwardly, suddenly hyper aware of how shitty he feels for not remembering her name.

"There is one condition though," Eddie rasps.

"Yeah, fucking anything you want Eddie, just say the word!"

Mind out of the gutter, MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER.

"Promise you won't get mad, but… I never properly got your name, and i… well I don't really know anyone's names from any of my classes."

The girl clutches at her chest dramatically, a move that Eddie himself would 100% perform himself if he was on the receiving end of someone not remembering his name. He tries not to look down, but temptation is a bitch.

Her black nails really look hot against the pale expanse of her chest…

"I truly am wounded Eddie Munson," she emphasizes his name, showing off that she knows it because she paid attention to him even before they properly met. "I get you a ticket to what's going to be the best concert of your LIFE, and you can't even remember my name…"

Her hand is now pressed to her forehead like a damsel in distress as she flutters her lashes theatrically.

Eddie laughs, even if he feels like absolute dog shit as she lays it on thick, he can't help it.

"Alright, alright I get it– I'm not worthy of the maiden's fair tokens."

The two of them giggle like idiots for a moment, the playful twinkle in her brown eyes making up for being teased so thoroughly by her.

"It's really okay Eddie, I wouldn't remember me either." Her tone is still jovial, but something dull and sad in her eyes lets Eddie know that part of her really believes that. "I'm Marnie Wellwood," she adds, holding out her hand for Eddie to shake.

"Marnie," Eddie echoes, his cheeks warming at her name finally coming from his lips.

Eddie takes her hand in his, the first skin to skin contact with her making him feel hot all over.

And as the familiar trickle of arousal ripples through him just from touching her hand, Eddie knows with 100% certainty that Marnie Wellwood is going to be the death of his sanity.

@butts4sale @rubyiren @grungegrrrl @mrsjellymunson

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x oc #virgin!eddie munson #mdni #minors dni #minors do not interact

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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One more again!!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 13.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Slow burn. Fluff. TWD stuff.

Words: 3900.

Summary: Life in the prison is good, everyone is helping to keep it this way. You go on a run with a small group, you go to a special place to get some memories with you.

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Chapter 13. Home sweet home.

You have to admit that it feels strange to be surrounded by so many people. The last time was at the nursing home in Atlanta, before you had to run away from there, and it's been almost a year now.

After you found Karen in the convoy that the Governor had left, the group drove to Woodbury to help his people who had been tricked by him. You were glad to see that Tyreese and Sasha were still alive, Karen talked to all of them to disprove everything the Governor had told them to come after your group, to attack the prison. Rick let everyone who wanted to go with to the prison, where they would find a safe place to live, to live with the others, with provisions, walls, without infected that were a threat. A large number joined the group, there were people of all ages and the most curious, of all kinds of professions. With the cars they had in the city, some steel plates, weapons, supplies. Everything. You took it to the prison, you fixed the fences, you cleared block D for the newcomers, everything was distributed and used for everyone and by everyone, a small council was formed to be able to manage so many people, set certain rules, establish shifts of guard, kitchen, to go out for supplies, to take care of the youngest, to teach. You all had tasks to spend your time on.

Little by little you cleaned and expanded everything, built a common dining room between the two courtyards, with a sturdy roof to withstand the unseasonable weather of Georgia, cleared and arranged the back area where there was a courtyard with a basketball court, where the younger ones gathered to talk and play. With books from the library and what you found on patrol, you taught the kids. Rick built a vegetable garden with an area for animals and Daryl from time to time brought him something new, pigs, some rabbit, chickens, you even managed to capture a horse with which Michonne was coming and going from the prison, still looking for signs of the Governor to make him pay for everything.

Little by little everything seemed to find its rhythm, its normality and become pleasant, even routine. At first it was complex to get used to the noise and the movement of people, but it became easier and easier.

You continued to work in the infirmary, along with Caleb, a real doctor, and Hershel, you never refused his advice and wisdom.

"Good morning, Carol, Daryl." You greet them both that morning as you leave the pavilion for breakfast.

"Good morning... Oh look at you." Carol says smiling broadly. Daryl looks at you widening his eyes.

"Y-Ya cut yer hair..." He grunts the sentence and you nod.

"Billie was a hairdresser before the world went to shit, I was starting to get it too long and it was annoying, so I asked her to cut it." You shrug, trying to tuck a lock behind your ear. "Do you like it?" You ask, looking sideways at him.

"It's..." He doesn't even know what to answer, you've caught him completely off guard. "I... I gotta go." He mumbles putting down his plate, grabs the crossbow and speeds off leaving you alone.

"Does it look that bad?" you look at Carol worriedly and she shakes her head.

"You look beautiful, it's possible that's what scares him." She jokes and you snort in amusement.

"I doubt that's it, he's just never seen me with short hair and was surprised." You justify him, Carol nods unwilling to insist. "He should go to the hairdresser too, I don't care how long his hair is, but I don't know if it's just that he doesn't wash it too much, but it's getting darker and darker."

"Darker?" now she looks at you curiously, even some mates who help her prepare breakfast for everyone pay attention.

"Yeah, when I knew him he was blond, always was, like a rebellious Nick Carter." You laugh as you see their incredulous faces. "But now with each passing day he's more... brown."

You stroke the necklace around your neck instinctively, remembering the photo inside it, you could show it to Carol, but you feel it's too personal, that you should explain too many things and even though you love Carol. You don't feel ready.

"We all know Daryl isn't too fond of using the showers, maybe that's it too." Carol jokes getting a giggle out of you.

Since you are more you have prepared a simple but effective pipeline, a channel that brings the water from the river next to the prison inside the building, for the shower area inside the wards, to have water that you then use for cooking, for drinking, you have placed large jerry cans that keep it clean after boiling it, of making sure it is drinkable.

"How is Sophia?" You change the subject and Carol sighs.

"Uncomfortable, sore, grumpy." You can't help but laugh. "But thanks to the last patrol you asked Daryl for we have enough supplies."

"If it bothers her too much I can give you an ibuprofen, Caleb understands." You offer and she nods.

Sophia is going through her first period and you all know how strange it can feel at first, not to mention you are in a more complicated world than the one you came from and you know she is frustrated, lying in her bed not feeling like doing anything and angry most of the time.

"She just needs a little time, nothing more." She smiles.

"I know, I'm going out on patrol today, I have some outstanding things to bring for the infirmary so...if I find any more pads or tampons I'll bring them too."

Carol nods and you grab your plate to sit with the rest to finish breakfast. From your position you watch the group in charge of clearing the infected crowding the main fence, you have reinforced the entrance with thick metal walls, with some stakes on the sides to keep them wedged in there, but more and more are arriving attracted by the amount of people there, by the noises the animals make, by all the lively activity. You are all trying hard to make the fences hold, to make everything hold, but you need more people, the patrols are getting smaller because you need more help to keep reinforcing the whole place, the supplies and provisions you can bring are smaller, the gasoline is running out and the resources to find it are getting scarcer and scarcer.

If you could reinforce the fence in some way that would not be such a permanent threat, you could reduce the time and effort in killing them to use those people for other things. You bite your lip several times hesitantly, thinking, if you put up something to reinforce the fence, you would cut off the passage in that area, but if you could erect a wall, something sturdy....

"In Woodbury you used sheet metal to reinforce the entrance to town, right?" You ask Karen as she sits down next to you.

"Along with the cars, some folks did put up metal plates to cover some gaps."

"We could use them here too to make the fence more stable... we'd avoid wasting so much time removing them..."

"Do you want to go back to Woodbury to look for the plates? We would need very large cars... we are securing part of the perimeter with them, it would be opening up yet another hole..."

"I know... I'm going out to get more supplies, go a little further... Do you want to come?" You offer and she looks surprised.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind going out for a bit."

"Out where?" Tyreese asks, accompanied by Sasha, they sit down with you.

"On patrol... Are you guys in?"

"Sure, we can take a car and go the four of us, what do we need?"

"I have a list for Caleb, some meds and bandages and disinfectants, plus I'd like to refill the feminine hygiene drawer."

"Sure, how's Sophia?"

"Sore, but she'll survive." You joke. Tyreese grimaces uncomfortably and the three of you laugh.

"I could use a little of all that too." Sasha says and you nod.

"Me too, luckily it's never hurt too much nor have I ever been of a very..."

"Ladies, please..." Ty speaks looking at you pleadingly.

"Sorry." You laugh and leave the conversation for another time.

"Don't get me wrong, I've lived with my sister and all, all my life, but we're eating and..."

"I get it, Ty, calm down." You calm him down because you weren't offended at any point.

After breakfast you leave things cleaned up in the trough area, Carol has changed her shift to go see Sophia, Carl is with Beth playing with Judith, Rick is in the vegetable garden, Hershel is showing him how to take care of the soil for when you start planting more vegetables.

You go back inside C block to get your things, knife, gun and your bow with your quiver full of new arrows. You approach the infirmary where Caleb is tending to one of the new members of the prison and pick up the list he has left for you ready to replenish the infirmary supplies.

You head out again heading towards one of the cars you use for patrols outside, you open the trunk leaving your backpack there and a few more bags to fill with whatever you can find.

"Yer gonna out?" You hear Daryl's voice behind you.

"You're talking to me now?" you joke twisting your head. "Are you going to run out again?"

"Sorry, I just wasn't expectin' it..." He apologizes seeing your amused grimace. "It looks good on ya. Different."

"Thanks, and yes, I'm going out to get some stuff for the infirmary and stuff... You too?"

"Not today." He shakes his head. "Gotta stay and guard the fence, help move the bodies and go burn them."

"Sorry..." You look at him apologetically, of all the chores you always have there, that's one of your least favorite, then you get the smell of burning flesh stuck to your clothes all day long.

"Well someone has to do it." He shrugs. "Hershel was out with Michonne the other day, so I'm ain't gonna complain."

"That old man is tough." You joke and he laughs with a nod.

"He is... Ya need me to go with ya?"

"Nope, I'm going with Tyreese and Sasha, Karen too, we'll be fine."

"Be safe... "He asks you and you smile.

Daryl watches you before he reaches up and gathers your bangs between his fingers, the gentle breeze of the day stirs them up covering your eyes, he places them carefully behind your ear and caresses your cheek. You stand there for a few seconds until Tyreese and Karen appear along with Sasha. The little bubble that has formed between you bursts, bringing you back to reality. Daryl leans over and hugs you, before saying goodbye to the rest of the group and walking away.

"Sorry, we didn't know you were..." Ty begins to say.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Let's go, the sooner we leave, the sooner we'll be back." You change the conversation by opening the car door.

You get behind the wheel, Sasha accompanies you in the passenger seat leaving the couple in the back. Tyreese opens and closes the doors before joining you inside the vehicle and you set a new course, normally you don't go too far from the prison, you still have many areas to check and review, but you have a new route in mind and you would like to try to carry it out, you just hope it won't be too long and it will be dark on the way back.

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Your heart is racing as you start to recognize the houses and the area where you are arriving with the car. Your chest hurts and you feel like crying, your emotions are running high. You slow down until you stop the car and get out. You have stopped near a housing development of low houses, it is on the outskirts of the city, it has its own areas with supermarkets, shopping malls, pharmacies and hospitals, so you don't need to enter the center.

"What are we doing here, aren't we far away?" asks Sasha curiously.

"A little, it's true, but..." You look at them. "We're near my house, I wanted to come and pick up some personal things... I hope you don't mind." You look at them apologetically.

"We have several lists to pick things up and this neighborhood seems well supplied."

The feeling of anxiety continues to invade you, almost choking you when you stop in front of the door of what used to be your house. You could never forget it and now it hurts you to see it abandoned, gutted, with broken windows and unhinged doors. You take a deep breath, holding back the urge to cry, and you pull out your knife and carefully enter the house.

You divide yourselves along the length of the house, your companions have permission to loot what little is left intact, you go straight upstairs to your room where you keep your most precious possessions, the ones you revisited when you needed a moment of calm. You open the door without fear, you know that nothing and no one is waiting for you on the other side, you walk to your bookshelf and pick up an old photo album, you sit on the bed and smile as you open it.

There are many pictures of when you were younger, when you were a child, memories of that world before it went to shit, but you are looking for something in particular. A wide smile forms on your mouth as you pull the picture out of its case, a young blond man, intense blue eyes, shy smile, with a funny mole on his lip, looking away from you as your sister takes his picture. You caress the image with affection.

Daryl has changed a lot since then and despite everything, he is still that shy and frightened teenager you met that day in that ruined house that later became your secret place.

You collect several more pictures and leave your room, on the way you grab a few more things, some clothes, toilet paper, towels, clean sheets and meet the others at the entrance.

"Do we have everything?"

"Yes, give me a moment, I'm going to say goodbye."

Your companions look at you confused, but follow you, without opening their mouths, to the backyard, there they find a tumult of disturbed earth and a cross made in an improvised way. Out of respect they stay a few steps behind you, you leave on the grave some flowers that you have plucked from there and remain silent for a minute.

"I found Daryl." You say to Michael. "We'll make it through, this world hasn't defeated us yet." You assure him and sniffle through your nose controlling your tears. "You can rest easy. We are safe."

You stay a minute longer in silence and then you all leave to head back towards the prison.

It's a long drive back but you talk about anything and everything, glad for the large number of supplies you were able to find.

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As you thought, you return to the prison when the sun begins to set, it's not quite night, but it's already late. Michonne opens the door for you, you are glad to see that she has returned from her own journey. Ever since the Governor escaped she's been going back and forth to the prison looking for the man to get revenge on him, from what you imagine, she's still having no luck in her quest.

You park the car near the blocks, where everyone else is and soon a line of people is forming to unload everything you have brought. The box with the stuff for the infirmary you set aside next to your backpack, with the souvenirs you've retrieved.

"It's late." You hear Daryl's grunt behind you. "Where were ya guys?"

"We headed a little farther from the surrounding towns, found a nice neighborhood and lost track of time." You lie a little, handing him another box of stuff for him.

"That might have been risky, did anyone see ya?"

"There was no one, you have nothing to worry about."

"I dun mind them coming all this way, if they want a fight, we'll kick their asses, but something could have happened to ya..."

"We're fine, Daryl, nothing happened." You smile to calm him down. "Besides we brought almost everything, so we'll have time to hang out here more and watch those fences."

"Ya've got it all planned out, ain't ya?" he jokes, putting his arm around your shoulders as you go inside the block.

"I'm trying not to get bored." You laugh seeing that he smiles in amusement and you drop everything you brought with your group in the cafeteria and then split it up.

"Did everything go okay?" Rick asks you as he sees you return.

"No problems." You nod and leave everything there for him. "This is on you." You laugh seeing his annoyed face. "I'm going to take this to Caleb and then I'd like us to have a meeting." You look at both men, they seem to hesitate for a moment, but then nod.

"Meet you at the library in an hour." Rick agrees.

You nod and grab the box and head to the infirmary to see Caleb. The doctor is happy for everything you have brought, you take out an old notebook and write down everything you have brought as the man takes it out of the box, you always keep a small inventory up to date so you always know the availability of all the material, especially the medicines, since it is what is in short supply the easiest.

An hour later, when you enter the library, the rest of the council is gathered there, waiting for you. You feel a little nervous, not sure if your plan will seem like a good idea or if they just think it's necessary. You stand there, observing them one by one, some are curious and others look confused.

"You say, is something wrong?" Rick begins to speak.

"No, no, at least nothing too serious yet..." You shrug. "I don't know if Carol has mentioned anything to you, but lately there are a lot more walkers than usual and the outer fences are barely holding, even though we have people taking them out."

"We're looking at doing more shifts so we can reinforce those areas." Hershel says.

"I know, I know we're a little understaffed, but doubling the shifts won't do any good if we're all exhausted..."

"You're right, but it's the only solution we have."

"What are ya proposin'?" Daryl looks at you curiously.

"I was talking to Karen, in Woodbury they were reinforcing their car walls with metal plates, we could do the same with the fences." You bite your lip, looking at them all, expectantly. "I know it will take time and resources away from other things, but if we reinforce those points, maybe we won't need to take as many turns taking them down, maybe the plates would amortize the sound and they'd pass by more often than not." You try to give your plan one more point to make.

"That's a great idea, but we're going to need a lot of time for that." Rick comments, hesitantly. "Not only time, materials that we might not have, not to mention that we should not only reinforce the bottom, but also the top so that the fence won't bend..." He points out.

"Do you think people will like it if we insulate them?" Maggie asks, not very convinced either.

"We're not going to isolate them, we'll still have the outside courtyard, plus the views from the main trough would still be there, we also have the top of the blocks of each pavilion and the towers... it wouldn't be like living in a cage or anything..." You shrug, sensing that your idea doesn't seem to convince and deflate a bit.

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Hershel says. "We can take the bigger vans and load the planks that don't weigh too much, we don't have to do it all at once, we can reinforce the fence bit by bit."

"We can try stacking some of the planks, check if it would be sturdy." Daryl chimes in with his opinion.

You feel the excitement wash over you again, glad that they don't think your idea is crazy, but something that could be plausible, bit by bit, in small working moments and in various trips to the abandoned town of Woodbury, but you're excited.

"Okay, we'll try it, on the main wire fence there is an area that is clearly weakening, we'll start there, see how it holds up." Rick agrees.

"I'll organize several groups to go up to Woodbury tomorrow." Says Glenn.

"Carol and I will tell the rest, the more who want to help, the better." Maggie also seems excited about the idea.

You all get going, the good thing about the prison becoming a haven for so many people from so many different places is that you always find someone with skills you don't possess or don't know about. Several friends lend themselves to help with the electricity, strengthen and increase the power of the electricity cabin with which all that place has to work with the welder and some more tools that you will need, you have several builders who are willing to leave their skin to deal with the distribution and placement of the plates, some have already begun to deal with small sketches, planning its installation, others volunteer to go to the village, help load the plates, others to distract and kill the infected that may complicate the work of the rest.

All the members of the prison are committed to this new task and you feel that your face hurts from smiling so much.

It's time to get into your cell, but before that, you walk to Carol's cell, she and Sophia look at you curiously as you take off your backpack and take out of it the pictures you had gone to look for. Carol's gesture delights you, because she feels like laughing and at the same time she is excited to see a young Daryl captured in the image.

"A rebellious little Nick Carter." You joke again.

"This is Daryl?" Sophia asks and you nod. "He was cute..."

He still is, you think, but you restrain yourself from answering, you understand that she, as a child, is more curious about an old photo, where his looks are closer to her own, than a grown man like the hunter is now. You see Carol pass around several photos and discover in one of them you and your sister. You nod and she smiles warmly.

"Will you keep it a secret from me?" you whisper putting the photos away again.

"Sure, but don't think I won't tease him if I get the chance." Carol laughs and so do you.

"I was counting on it. Good night, girls."

"Good night."

You say goodbye to them and walk towards your own cell, along the way you pass the archer, smile and lose yourself inside your cell.

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To be continued...

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purplesurveys · 3 months

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Have you bothered to think of the future lately? Little bit. When I do, it's usually in terms of my career. What's the next step, what is it do I really want to do, what can I do that can sustain the rest of my life...it's all questions I barely have the answer to now which is partly frustrating and partly me trying to put the work in because I hope to figure it out soon.

Would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? I love seeing the moon but stars are the sight that I just don't get to see as often so I would go with them.

If you could choose your phone number, what would it be? I'm fine with mine. I've had the same number for a decade now and I also just don't want to have a memorize a new set of numbers.

Would you rather be somewhere familiar or get lost? Be somewhere familiar. When I'm traveling somewhere new, I'm cool with being adventurous just as long as I have some kind of map and go to places where I know there would still be tourists.

Are you afraid of what you do not know? Not really, if anything it pulls me in for the most part.

Is there something you are always interested in? History is a top placer for this question. There's also cultures, pro wrestling, food, art...idk I like learning about a lot of things haha.

What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? A couple I know who've been a couple for the better half of 10 years just broke up because boy cheated on girl. Can't say I'm super shocked because boy had always seemed a little less invested than girl, but I am still shocked nonetheless. Have followed suit with the rest of my friends and blocked the dude everywhere.

Do you have a question for anyone right now? Not for anyone but just the void, really – What does the future have for me?

Is there something you always order when you go out to eat somewhere? Depends on the restaurant, but generally yes. Like if it's Japanese, I usually look for anything with spicy tuna; if the place serves pasta, I look for fettuccine alfredo or carbonara; if it's serves all-day breakfast I tend to lean towards an Eggs Benedict...

When was the last time you felt like you were starving? I skip meals so this is a usual occurrence.

Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? Like...ROYGBIV at once? Nah.

Do you miss childhood at all? I mean I miss the freedom and innocence of high school and college, but apart from that I try not to yearn for the past.

Do you like listening to music on speakers? Yes, if I'm in the mood for speakers. Sometimes I prefer my earbuds.

Ever feel paranoid? Paranoid can almost be my middle name with how often I get in such a state.

Do you like extra butter on your popcorn? Yes, sure.

Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reeses? Reese's, because I love them as it is but also because I have no clue what the other brand is.

Have you ever avoided going to the bathroom because you were busy? Yes. Same with eat. Thanks to work!

What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I've taken hour-long baths. As for showers, I've occasionally lasted 30-45 minutes.

When was the last time you were in physical pain? Last Thursday. We held a client's event which involved a 3K run that I participated in, but being the absolute least active one in the team + the fact that I hadn't drunk enough water prior + I'm PRETTY sure I am anemic, I had a dehydration episode and all the physical symptoms showed up at once – feeling incredibly hot and cold at once, a pounding headache, seeing black spots, shaky legs, nausea, an upset stomach. Worst shit ever and after that evening I wish my team would start leaving me alone and not force me to join in those runs again for the sake of socializing. A year ago I had the same episode but it was an event that involved hiking a goddamn mountain for the same client, so Thursday just pissed me off because it's like, stop making me push my fucking body for the sake of work.

How many times have you broken a bone? Never and I hope it never has to happen.

Do you own anything “designer?” Sure.

Will you be attending any concerts in the next month? Not any time soon. I went to Seventeen's concert in January, but as far as upcoming shows there aren't really any acts I'm interested in seeing. I do have tickets for Miss Saigon in April but that's it.

What have you been worried about lately? My next job and where I can potentially be headed!!! My job-hunting phase sucked so I agreed to extend at my workplace for two months – this time under certain conditions in my favor – both so I can continue earning while also giving me time to continue looking.

Do you know how to swim? When it all boils down to it, no. Like I like to swim for recreation, but for life and death situations like getting lost at sea I doubt I have the skills to survive for long. I can hardly tread in the deep side of the pool as it is.

Do you think you could go a week without sugar? Well no, don't we all need a certain amount of sugar to survive?

Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? Yes.

Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? Sure. There's been a popular template on IG recently where it makes you bring out a photo of yourself from 2019, so that's made me look at photos of my younger self.

Do you use sunscreen during the summer? I hadn't in the past but I started using BB cream this year and I plan on making it a habit now, especially for summer.

How many pairs of sunglasses do you own? One.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a short tempered person? Depends on what type of day I've had. I can definitely be cranky if the entire day has been giving me shit after shit circumstances.

Best thing you’ve found at a thrift store: WWE Encyclopedia.

Would you survive if you were stranded in a strange city all by yourself? Doubt it.

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frostise · 3 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

BASICS

name / alias: venus

pronouns: she/her/they/them

blog type: single muse. multi-muse. non selective. semi selective. selective. mutuals only. private. other (specify)

type of muse: canon. oc's. both. other (specify)

GENERALITIES

tiggers people MUST tag: eye horror. i recently found this out and it's the extremely detailed, slimy kind that looks as if it's going to fall out of the eye sockets. trypophobia as well thank you

interest tracker / checker: i have it and it's mandatory. i have it, it's not mandatory but i'm more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it. i have one and i prefer it if people fill it in. i have it but it's up to the people whether to fill it or not. i don't have one. other (specify)

reblog karma: i practise it. i practise it sometimes but i never expect you to send in a ask if you feel too pressured. i don't practise it. i always reblog memes from the source (as in, i will never reblog off your account because i fear it would bother you). indifferent.

rule passwords: i have one and it's mandatory. i have one and it's optional. i don't have one. i send passwords. i don't sent passwords because i have anxiety

ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

the basic rp etiquette

i'm a firm believer of keeping your dash a safe, stress free space. i don't mind if we never got the chance to interact and you soft blocked me because of that reason or if you got too overwelmed with reaching out first. believe me, i know the feeling lmfao

don't start drama out of nowhere because of miscommunication or if my muse offended you. they are a villain for a reason. mun does not equal muse. same goes for unnecessary vague posting or gaslighting. i hate that shit

i am a slow roleplayer. don't hound me every minute for replies. this is supposed to be a safe place for me outside of my personal life. i get distracted, i'm forgetful and i'm a human being with feelings

i value communication and politeness. i would appreciate if you're being honest to me without being a dickhead about it. especially if a thread is randomly dropped because you had no inspiration for it. i would understand why that happened and we can start plotting another thread. if i make you uncomfortable then say so, otherwise i would assume everything is fine between us. you're also free to drop me as a rp partner for whatever reason as long as it ends on a good note

i will never practice favoritism! i love writing with you mutuals equally

rp is a two way street. you and i are free to reject a ship or a concept plot. it's nothing personal. we are also here to support each other via liking/commenting headcanons, sending asks ect

IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

elitist rpers that only follow because of fancy graphics/tags and have a large number of following as if they were superior to those without it

never assume i ignore you if i'm online. i will get back to you when i have the time for it. i'm mostly here because i have writing to finish or i'm sending in asks

i hate it when people guilt trip me. i won't stand for it

THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT SOFT OR HARD BLOCKING

only mutuals can like/reblog from my account but please don't spam me. it messes up my notifications. non-mutuals using me as a resource blog is annoying and would result in a hard block. i have a carrd for a reason

if you post too much occ negativity. it starts to effect my mood rapidly

i rarely hard block mutuals unless i find out you're a toxic person with heavy evidence against you

DNI personals (unless you're a personal with a side rp blog and we're mutuals then you're fine ^^) i don't want my posts to be reblogged or known outside of the rp community. a soft block will be my first warning, but if you try it again it's a instant hard block. no spamming here

THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW

vague posting. if you're not bothered to solve the issue like a adult then i will unfollow you

if you stalk, harrass, bully me or my rp partners

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unicorncoalition · 10 months

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number 9 for the fanfic writer ask game

five people asked for number 9, "What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?" so i'm picking five lines/scenes lmao @bitterleafs @solomonara @kennexara @justtoarguewithyou @inqorporeal

1. bucky and steve spend their honeymoon in northern quebec during winter and see the milky way and the northern lights from don't threaten me with a good time.

As they emerge from the forest, the sky opens up. Bucky inhales so sharply his breath freezes in his lungs. The rich night sky touches every corner of the horizon, yawning infinite above them. Bucky can’t chance another breath, fearful of disturbing the aching silence. The sky is choked with them, more stars than Bucky has ever seen, dense clusters of light spilling across the heavens. “Oh,” breathes Steve, breath condensing in the cold air. “Wow. Never seen it like that before.” He gestures vaguely at the expanse. “The milky way.” Bucky thinks maybe he has. Real or photograph, books, the internet, he’s—it’s familiar. The staggered stars, the deep awe, the tight squeeze on his heart that isn’t just the clear, cold winter air filling him up; it’s a beloved sight. When he looks up from wherever he is, the sky offers release and comfort. Different angles, maybe, from different places, but when he doesn’t know anything else, he knows the sky. It’s better like this, Steve shoulder to shoulder with Bucky, mittened hand clutched in his. This is the best view he’s ever had in his life. Standing together in this muted landscaped, muffled soft by thick blankets of snow, Bucky is full to bursting. He’s warm, overcome, eyes prickling with tears. “Okay,” Bucky says shakily, sniffling. “It’s not the worst honeymoon destination you could have chosen.”

2. I've always loved dick and jason's argument from chapter 5 of hate that you know me so well. the whole fic was building to the angry kiss that comes after this.

"I'm giving you the chance to bow out gracefully, birdy," says Jason. "Before you make us both regret this." "I don't," says Dick. "I don't regret anything. I don't regret anything with you, Jay." Something terribly sharp and vulnerable flashes across Jason's face before his expression hardens. "I regret everything with you," Jason snarls. It's such a typical response that Dick wants to laugh. Jason always takes what Dick offers, weaponizes it, and throws it back at him like a grenade. It's so transparent that Dick is surprised he never clocked it before; Jason doesn't mean a word of what he says. "You know what I think?" says Dick. This time, when Jason advances on him, he holds his ground, parrying the jab Jason throws at him. Jason huffs and redirects his aggressive posturing, trying to use his weight to push through to the door, but Dick blocks him again, grabbing him by the front of his suit and pulling them nose-to-nose. "I think you're jealous."

3. slade using a decade-old phone and dick mocking him for it in see your sadness, share your pain.

"I need to borrow your phone," says Dick. His voice only wavers a little. The trucker doesn't look at him as he extracts an honest-to-god Motorola flip phone from the pocket of his jeans and hands it to Dick. A fossil, Dick thinks. He didn't know they still made these things. "Thanks," he says dryly. "You sure you have enough minutes on this brick?"

4. i'm very fond of the claustrophobia i wrote into the opening scene of if you want me, let me know.

"Why aren't you on patrol?" Jason's expression sours further. "I had a weird feeling." "So you decided to bring that weird feeling here?" Dick scoffs. "To weird feeling central? Fine, don't tell me. Keep icing me out. I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but—" With the heavy clunk of the breakers flipping, the lights go out, plunging them into darkness. Dick goes very still. "Shit. Of course. Backup power should kick on in a second." The generators do not kick on. There is nothing but darkness, thick and impenetrable, pressing down on Dick like a physical thing, and suddenly Dick is not sure Jason is still beside him at all. Was Jason ever here? Did Dick make him up? "Jay?" Dick says quietly. "Are you there?" "Where the fuck else would I be, Dickhead?" Jason's voice is gruff. Relief inflates Dick's tight lungs like a balloon. He holds it for a second, then exhales slowly. "Just checking."

5. i miss disaster hawke from here comes the spark. there's lovely art of this scene, too.

“Good night, Hawke,” says Fenris. He’s wearing a worn sweatshirt over his pyjama top, now, and the sleeves are too long, Hawke notices. They cover his hands. Unbearable. “Not unless I successfully hibernate like a bear for the next six months,” says Hawke cheerfully. “But thank you. I appreciate the sentiment.” Fenris’s eyebrows are so mobile. Very expressive. “You’re welcome,” he says flatly. Then he turns away and continues on to the bathroom and Hawke lets out a slow breath. “Marry me,” he whispers. “What?” says Fenris, half-turning. “What?” Hawke practically yells. “I said good night!” He slams his bedroom door and leans against it, heart pounding. Smooth. So smooth. Hawke is a walking disaster.

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Nervous Young Inhumans

Jesse/OC/Jimmy

Chapter Two.

Jesse was smoking a cigarette outside the hospital when she finished her shift. He was wearing his usual oversized hoodie, baggy jeans. His left eye was a little bruised around the edges. Ellie ignored the nervous feeling in her stomach and walked over to him.

"Did Diane tell you?" she asked, taking the cigarette from his hand and smoking a drag from it.

"Dad did, but yeah," he took out another cigarette and lit it for himself.

Ellie nodded, kept smoking and not saying anything. It was dark out, and they both looked like shit.

"You've been back for a while," Jesse started, "you could've fucking called."

"I changed my phone."

"My parents have my number, you know."

"Jesse, you could've called any fucking day," she tried not to sound too upset, "I was across the country not dead."

"You had a life I knew nothing about."

"You knew nothing about it because you didn't call."

"It was always the same when I did! Hey, El, I fucking miss you," he imitated himself mockingly, "are you coming back? Are we getting back together, El? - I was fucking begging, it was-"

"You weren't begging, the answer was always yes."

He sniffed, turned away from her, looking back at the hospital building. He nodded slowly.

"Always?" he looked back at her.

She paused, looking down at the cigarette, half consumed without her smoking it.

"You're still using," she said, matter of fact.

He scoffed. "So always as long as I get it together, as long as I don't stay the loser who didn't go to college, yeah?"

"I don't give a fuck about you not going to college, you know I never did. I told you to come with me, I said it didn't matter if we-"

"If I lived off you and did nothing? Nah," he shook his head, irony all over his face, "no fucking way."

"I'm going home, Jesse."

"Okay."

"Maybe-"

"Yeah, maybe."

He straightened up from where he'd been leaning on the back of his car, closing the space between them for a moment. She held her breath but he just shook his head and got in his car, driving forward so he didn't have to wait for her to move before driving away.

***

He called the next day.

"It really wasn't mine, but I wasn't gonna rat out Jake," he said when she picked him up from his parents house in her car.

"I get it."

"How was work?"

"Slow."

He hummed.

"Your place?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks. Again."

"No problem."

They drove the whole way there in silence, avoiding looking at each other. She stared straight ahead. He looked out the window.

"You know, I've actually been doing well, uh, with work," he said when they were a block away.

"What are you working on?"

"Well, I mean, it's not work work but, uh, it's good money."

"You're dealing."

"I'm cooking, actually. And it's not shitty ass-"

"Just be careful, Jesse."

The sarcasm came back all over his features.

"Yeah, okay."

She parked in front of his aunt's house.

"Do you, uh," he finally looked at her, gesturing towards the house.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

He nodded, pressing his lips tight.

"Alright, thanks for the ride," he got out before she could say anything back.

Was this it? They'd resent each other for nothing for the rest of their lives? She waited until he got inside. She waited a few minutes after, not really knowing why.

***

The next week went on the same way for the most part. She was busy with work, he was busy with whatever the fuck he called a job these days. Or maybe they could've both made time but didn't. She hadn't seen his parents again since the night he'd shown up, but she'd called them once, just to smooth things over. She felt like ratting out Jake, making them see Jesse in a better light for once.

On Saturday she went to a bar with some of the other residents and surgeons from the hospital. None of them were on-call, so they drank excessively and ended up leaving the place when it closed at three a.m.

Her car was parked right outside but she couldn't drive.

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes.

"Wanna share a cab?" the same surgeon who always flirted with her, Hugh, asked.

"I think I might walk."

"Not sure it's so safe this late."

"I think I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, got into the cab and drove away.

She sighed. She knew what would happen if she got in a car with Hugh. First a hand on her leg, then a pass at kissing her. Ellie knew she could say no, but avoiding having to seemed easier. She knew she could also say yes. But she wouldn't.

Her apartment was less than a thirty minute walk away, so she wrapped her coat tightly around herself and started walking. Desert nights were freezing, however warm the days were. She thought of where Jesse would be now. Knew if he had the chance to sleep with someone then, he probably would. Knew he was probably high, probably cooking or selling, in any case, living the usual chaos of his life.

And she could forgive him all of that, the lack of a stable job, the strange friends they'd shared. Maybe not the women. But most of it, she could bear. It was seeing how empty his eyes got when he'd been using for a while, the way he'd get desperate when he started to run out, how his life's epicenter became a substance and a feeling he could only ever chase - she couldn't see that and be okay with it.

When they'd used drugs in high school it had been the normal experiences, fun, you think you'll outgrow it and go on with your life. She had. You think maybe you'll keep experiencing the same things together for the rest of your lives, but then you're twenty-something and each person is stuck somewhere different, being haunted by the dissonance between them and their past. She stopped outside the building, pulling out her phone. She could call.

Even if he was with someone, or cooking, or selling, she knew he'd come. But she also knew it wouldn't be just one night. She also knew she'd resent whatever he'd been doing with someone else, and she'd hate herself for forgiving him and he wouldn't believe she did anyways. There didn't seem to be a place and time where things could work like they had before, or differently, but work in any way better than that.

She put the phone away and walked inside.

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