#what's he so angy about? good luck getting him to tell you
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here's the original transparent Shadow, btw. if you also want to put him in places.
original panel from Sonic Universe #24
#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#shadow the ultimate lifeform#tracy yardley#sonic universe#archie sonic#i just really love this panel of him#what's he so angy about? good luck getting him to tell you
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lemmie get uhhhhhhhhh one post-performance backstage soobin smut plsssssssss
dis my bestie go bestie
apparently requests are now a drive through service love that energy
Stress Relief
Choi Soobin x Reader
Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.3k
warnings!: angy soobin, wall sex, kai is a little shit and soobin is Done,
Kai was close to getting choked.
Soobin was close to banging his head against the wall.
Kai, his sweet little maknae, was clingy, tired, emotional, and overall such a handful that Soobin was contemplating locking him in a backstage room before the concert.
"Hyung! Hyung!" Kai calls, voice getting higher and higher with every word.
"Can you go annoy Beomgyu?"
"But, hyung~"
It was like taking care of a toddler and Soobin absolutely blames Yeonjun for waking Kai up from his nap earlier this afternoon.
As the door opened, you walked into the room alongside some of the makeup crew. You usually hung around them to not be suspicious- something like the makeup caddy. It helped, of course, that your best friend was the lead artist and always kept you company.
Oh, thank God. Soobin was going to cry in your lap and beg you to get Kai under control- he actually listened to you.
As you help get the cases of makeup, hair supplies, and tools to fix up TXT's faces, Soobin gets closer and closer with each second. Once he was sure there were no cameras, he clings around your waist from behind, making your friend laugh.
"Can I help you?" you question.
"Tell Kai to stop acting like a toddler."
"You're the one wrapped around me like a baby," you tease, turning in his hold.
You ruffle his hair, figuring he was about to get it made up for the show anyway.
A call for the boys to gather makes all five head to separate areas (Kai being tug-of-war'd by Yeonjun and Soobin to sit down).
You were sure to give Soobin his kiss of good luck before and after finishing his makeup then sent him on his way to the stage.
The performance didn’t help. Soobin’s voice cracked a few times and he messed up some of the choreography. Him. Soobin. The leader of this group. His pride and confidence went down the drain. He was the leader and he was screwing up- what kind of picture would people get if the group’s leader was the one making mistakes?
The bathroom door slammed shut behind him and you jumped, turning around to look at him. You’d just praised him and congratulated him on the amazing show. He said nothing to you and told Taehyun to tell others that he had a makeup issue and dragged you to the bathroom.
“Baby, what is it?” you ask, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“Everything is going wrong. Everything is messed up. I messed up,” he rambles, closing his eyes.
“No, no.. Soobin, you did great out there and-”
“Don’t,” he pleads. “I just need to not think about it right now.”
“Okay..” you mumble.
You were about to ask him why standing in the bathroom made it so he didn’t have to think about the tiny mishaps when he grabbed the wrist of your hand on his cheek and tugged you closer.
“Clear my mind, love,” he whispers before gently kissing your neck under your ear.
“Soobin, we’re at work.”
“Concert is over. Work is over,” he mutters against your skin. “Can you please help me out?”
“You can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?”
“The guys will be there. This is our free time.”
You hated that you buckled so quickly.
“Be fast,” you warn.
Soobin grins cheekily, turning you around to face the wall.
“You’re so good to me, you know that?” he asks, flipping your skirt up.
“Okay, lover boy,” you tease, placing your forearms on the wall to stabilize yourself.
Soobin hums and you hear him unbuckle his belt.
“I mean it,” he insists. “Today has been shitty. But, you make it all better. You make all my days better.”
You blush, smiling to yourself. His words always had a way of sending your heart into a flutter.
He knows it, too. That’s the bad thing.
Soobin presses his chest against your back, lips connecting to your neck once more. His hand slides from your side to your front, gently squeezing your breast before massaging his way down. His fingers sneak into your underwear, pads of his fingertips finding that sweet little pearl tucked away between your lips.
“Soobin,” you gasp, closing your eyes and resting your head against your arm.
“My sweet baby,” he sighs happily, free hand gripping your waist to keep you in place.
He’s hardly done anything and you’re in shambles. It’s the small things he does that gets you riled up.
The way he whispers in your ear.
The way he knows all the right spots.
The way he talks to you, like you’re more than special to him.
The way his touch is enough to make you lose your mind.
He whispers more compliments in your ear until you’re whining, pushing his hand out of your underwear and spreading your legs wider.
“Already, baby?” he hums, lowering his boxers.
“Yeah,” you huff. “Come on. Want it now.”
“I’m the needy one right now. That’s not really fair,” he teases.
You don’t verbally reply. Instead, you reach behind yourself, pulling your underwear to the side to show him where you wanted his attention.
Soobin couldn’t help but relent. He needed this. He needed you.
With a grunt, he rubs the tip of his dick over your hole a few times, eyes rolling back in his head once he pushes into you.
Tension left his shoulders and he takes a long deep breath.
“You good?” he makes sure.
“I’m more than good. Please move,” you answer, ready to push yourself off the wall and onto him if he didn’t make a move now.
But, he was already ahead.
It’s a soft roll of his hips first. For a few minutes, he just pulls you back and forth on his dick, enjoying just being inside of you after such a hectic day.
“You still in there, hyung?” Kai asks, knocking on the door.
Fuck. Soobin bites his bottom lip in frustration. He really loved Kai but today was not the day.
“It’s just me!” you call, covering for Soobin.
“Oh.. Sorry, ___! Do you know where hyung went?”
“He mentioned-” you cough as Soobin snaps his dick deep in you.
“What?” Kai asks.
You clench your eyes shut, biting the inside of your jaw as Soobin’s speed picks up.
“Backup dancers!” you force out. “Thanking the back up dancers!”
“Okay, thank you!” Kai calls, moving away merrily without another thought or word.
“Soobin, I’m right there,” you caution, knees shaking.
Soobin hums, wrapping an arm around your waist and front. His other arm reaches down to your knee, pulling you up. You startle at the sudden movement, face planting into the wall as you tried to stay up on one leg.
“That’s it,” Soobin whispers to himself, grinding his hips into yours.
With your face pressed tightly against the wall, all you could do was jerk your bottom half to meet his.
“Coming,” you gasp.
“Go on, baby,” Soobin urges, tightening his grip to pound into you harder and faster.
Your words become null and void as you bite your lip, clench your teeth, and anything else to keep your noises down.
It’s like a warm sun washing over you that drenches you in freezing water- a back and forth feeling that leaves your head spinning as you cum on his dick.
“There’s my baby,” Soobin moans, slowing his pace to drag your orgasm out. “Look so pretty coming undone like this.”
You whimper, tiredly slumping against the wall.
“I’m almost there, love,” Soobin assures.
He pumps into you one more time, as deep as he could get. Slowly, he pulls out and the stimulation of your walls trying to keep him in while being covered in your cum makes him fall apart. He pulls out, cumming on your back.
There’s a pause of silence as you catch your breaths.
“Better?” you ask him.
“So, so..” he kisses your shoulder. “So much better.”
You scoff and he puts your foot back on the ground. You turn just as he’s stuffing his cock back in his pants.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you pester, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down for a proper kiss on the lips.
“Beyond lucky, baby.”
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GITJ Post 313: The Tale of Queen Angie, p7
Her boobs are growing, and all her little friends? she seethed to herself as she marched down the sidewalk, headed to the shop she’d found online. She’s taller, she’s a fucking She-Hulk at the gym, she’s got some sort of weird-ass hypnotic perfume? she continued to rant, silently to herself, Fine. Two can play at that game.
Angie Wade was not accustomed to shopping in this part of town, the swankiest. But despite being a bit out of her element she held her head up high, strode confidently, some would say haughtily. She’d needed to make an appointment, in fact, to be let into this place she was headed to - ‘Merz Parfumerie’ - which was annoying but whatever. She’d be on time; she’d skipped out of the office an hour early to make sure.
She could feel her boobs jiggling in her too-small bra under her thin, faux-cashmere sweater as she walked. All the extra calories, along with the fenugreek, were starting to do some good, and maybe while she was downtown she’d look into a lingerie store. She’d finally gone up a cup size or two, she figured. Those fifteen pounds had to go somewhere besides my thighs. It was chilly, this early November afternoon, and her nipples were sensitive.
It annoyed her that she even had to be doing this. She’d tried to use AJ, her ex- and apparently some construction-monkey crew leader working on the office expansion, to get her what she wanted. She knew that there’d been adjustments made to the air circulation system in the building, that there was some sort of aromatherapy shit going on, something based on Melissa’s perfume. She knew it had something to do with how the other girls were growing, how spellbound the stupid doctor was by Melissa and her fucking jigglebunnies. Why was it not having any effect on her?!? Why couldn’t she tell him what to do and boss him around like everyone else was doing?!? It was fucking frustrating but she wasn’t about to sit back and just watch, let all these other girls become whatever they were becoming, especially after the elections let the whole fucking world know that there’d be new bosses in town pretty soon - all of them in smart skirts and high heels. She should be the one running that place, not that overgrown bimbo. So, she’d asked AJ to get some of the pure stuff, whatever it was that they were infusing the air filters in the office with, some weird super-strong chemical that smelled like Melissa’s perfume (so fucking weird, right?)…but he proved to be useless. He can’t even do that for me.
Finally at her destination - she’d had to park a few blocks away, where parking was cheaper - she looked in through the dusky storefront windows of this high-end perfume shop. She squinted, trying to see inside, what she’d be dealing with, but couldn’t make much out. She rang the stupid doorbell and waited.
A moment later a man answered the door - she was hoping for that. Angie tended to have better luck getting her way with guys than women. But by the way this guy wore that scarf around his neck she wasn’t too sure her normal methods of persuasion were going to be of much help here. Fine, money talks too. The company credit card that she’d been using over these past few weeks, and then surreptitiously hiding transactions for, was in her purse. Working in accounting was helpful.
“You must be our four o’clock customer. Welcome to Merz Parfumerie,” the thin man with the squirrely little moustache said as he stepped aside, ushered Angie into the dark little shop. He looked her up and down, took note of her cheap shoes and heavy behind as she glanced around, perused, browsing the shelves of exotic perfumes collected from around the world. “Is there anything in particular I can interest you in?”
Angie turned towards him; he’d found his way behind the glass sales counter. She stepped up to him and placed her purse on it. “Yes, thanks. I’ve heard that you can make custom perfumes, is that right?”
“Yes, yes we can,” the man smiled, “a personalized fragrance can be tailored just for you. We have a perfumologist from Grasse, perfume capital of France, who can craft whatever scent you’d like, for any occasion. It’s a wonderful idea. Would it be for you, or is this a gift?”
Perfumologist? Angie scoffed, silently, That’s a thing? “It would be for me, for sure,” she answered, “and I have a particular thing I want...”
At that, Angie unsnapped her purse and - pulling out some gum wrappers and her lipstick, putting a tampon on the counter - removed the three N-95 masks she’d squirreled away, snagged from the exam room earlier this morning. Damn, her whole purse was going to smell like Melissa, now.
The sales guy watched with cocked brow as she presented the masks to him, placed them on the countertop. His trained nose immediately picked up the scent of them. It was strong.
“These masks have been, like, soaked in some chemical, some perfume,” Angie began, “I want you to try to duplicate it, but make it…more like me. I want it even more intense.”
As Angie talked the man, with delicate, tentative fingers, lifted one mask from the three and passed it in an arc below his nose. It was not like anything he’d ever smelled before. Feminine, organic, beautiful in its own way. But it wasn’t a perfume, that he could tell.
“I want to wear it,” Angie continued, “I want to smell powerful. I want people to smell my strength, I want them to gag on it.” She watched the man take another breath of the alluring scent from the surgical mask, considering. “Can you do that for me?”
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The New Freak Episode 1
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warnings : Mentions Death, Language
Summary : A Goth/Rock girl(she's 18), her dad, and Stepmom move to Hawkins. She easily becomes friends with the local metalhead
Part 2
The clock ticking in the front of the classroom was the only thing keeping it from silent. Eddie was busy not paying attention to the book he was supposed to be reading in English 4. He kept zoning out daydreaming about his new D&D campaign.
Knock knock
Everyone's eyes shot up at the door, Mrs.O'Donald got up swiftly opening the door. One of the secretaries was whispering with someone else beside them.
A new student.
Mrs.O'Donald went to the side to let her in. Her teased up hair held together by hairspray. A cut down plaid skirt that probably was used for Catholic schools, before she cut them shorter. Fishnets stuck to her legs as if it was her skin. A beaten up Megadeath shirt fitting a little baggy. Eddie was amazed, he never seen a another person, let alone a girl be so.. different. Eddie was stuck in a trance not hearing kids snicker around him.
"Class we have a new student! What about you tell us about yourself?"
She stood there glancing around the room. One hand fiddling with her necklace another feeling the fabric of her skirt.
"I moved here last week from New York." She said blankly.
"wow, New York!"
Eddie could tell she was slightly annoyed by O'Donald asking questions and gushing.
"what do your parents do?"
"Uh, well my dad was in a band in the 70's he was the drummer-"
"what type of band?"
She staired darts into her face for interrupting, "a rock band" she continued.
"oh" she sadly exclaimed. She nodded, "my step mom got a job at the bank so". O'Donald smiled at that, "oh! Your name?"
"Y/N Gaia Torrid"
"what unique middle name!"
"it's Greek, based off Gaia the goddess known as mother earth."
"Nerd" someone snickered out to loud. She just grinned, "it's called Common Knowledge.". Mrs.O'Donald cleared her throat, "You Can sit by.."
The only seats open were around Eddie. He glanced up at her once more, she did a small smile.
"Eddie." O'Donald said sternly pointing to him. She just nodded and sat beside him. No hesitation, Eddie somehow felt more human than before.
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2 hours before
"Y/N!! First day of school get your ass up!" You sat up sloppy, "yeah yeah". You slumped out of bed shuffling to the kitchen.
"what's for breakfast?" You groaned.
"Toast. Since Angie had to get this damn house so bad."
"I don't understand why you married her, dad. She's a psycho." You spoke softly as you got bread.
"she's not psycho. We're in love believe or not." He sighs sipping coffee. You grab jam and orange juice from the fridge. "She's a bitch."
"whoa! Watch your fucking language." He joked. You gave a small smile going back to making your breakfast. Your dad was pretty loose, since you were the same as him when he was a kid. You stood by the counter eating your toast slowly.
"God! She's not ready yet!" Angie said slipping her high heels on from the kitchen doorway.
"I let her sleep in on her first day." Your dad defended you quickly. Angie groaned, "well I'm not taking her to school, I'll be late for work.".
"I get it, I'll take her." Your dad smiled and kisses her forehead. You just stood there in discuss, Angie smiled at you softly.
"have a good and try to make friends.. I don't want a repeat of last year." She pointed at you with her nicely polished finger. You nodded, "Good luck at work, Angie.". She smiled a bit, probably thinking she's getting better at being a step mom.
She wasn't.
Once breakfast was finished you went to your room. Piles of clothes on the floor and spilling out of boxes.
"shit"
You staired down at the clothes, your dad leaned on the doorway pearing in. He chuckled "told you to clean this pig pin.". You rolled your eyes picking up a skirt Angie passed down.
"think she'll bitch at me if I cut it?" You glanced at your dad. He shrugged, "Not to short. I know how guys are.". You took scissors from your desk, it'd been overused from Opening boxes. You marked where to cut it and went to work. Small threads clinged for life on the ends, it was perfect.
You admired it in the mirror, there was no point being something your not again. So why not go to the extreme?
Your slid on roughed up fishnets and a Megadeath shirt that used to be your father's. You put on your Doc Martens and some jewelry. Next you teased the crap out of your hair. You knew it was perfect when you heard, "I CAN SMELL YOUR DAMN HAIRSPRAY!". Once your makeup was done you were ready.
Your beaten up back up thrown over your shoulder. Your dad grabbed the keys, "you know what you're getting yourself into dressed like that?". You knew he was just looking out for you.
"Yeah. I gotta good feeling this time."
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When the bell ring Eddie was quick to introduce himself. He stood up and took a step closer to you. You looked up at him once you got your bag.
"Eddie, I'm guessing?" You smiled, he gave a smile in return.
"Yeah. I uh, like your shirt" he nodded towards you. You smiled, "thanks, it's not as cool as your vest though." You circled him a bit to get the full view.
"pretty metal." You continued, you started walking towards the door. Eddie trotted up to you, "is lunch your next period?". You looked down at the wrinkled schedule.
"Yes, it is. Why? Wanna protect me from the bullies?" You laughed. He just kept admiring you, "Heh, I think I might need to protect them from you." You glanced up at him, "oh, really?".
His doe eyes were trying to consume all of you. You smiled up at him, following the crowd to the cafeteria.
"where do you sit?" You disrupted the silence. Eddie blinked realize he was busy staring.
"oh, over there, I'll take you. We can put our bags there. " You followed him dropping your bag to the right of his seat. He took the end seat slamming his lunch box down on it. The cling rung in your ears, he looked at you.
"Odd you're getting lunch but you have a lunch box." You smirked walking towards the line. Eddie smiled bashfully scratching the back of his neck.
"long story."
You leaned in closer to him, Eddie stopped breathing.
'did i brush my teeth? Shit I don't think I did' Eddies mind ran wild. You smiled up at him, "lucky for you I got all the time in the world." You backed away, Eddie blankly stared.
There was no way you were real. Eddie was in awe, you weren't the cheerleaders that said they needed a change. They'd claim jocks were dumb and give him a blow job but then left. Girls at the hideout being too drunk to care or remember. You weren't trying to be something you're not. You waited in line patiently, he cleared his throat.
"Why Hawkins?-"
"Who the hell knows? Cheaper I guess.. How about you? Born here?"
"I guess you could say that.."
You nodded grabbing a pizza slice with a side of fruit. He walked right beside you to the table. Where some teenage boys were staring at your backpack. You sighed waiting for Eddie to sit first as some sort of pass to go. He sighed seeing the situation, "don't worry they're asshats but they'll love you.". You smiled at him as he went to sit in his seat.
"Eddie! Whose fucking bag-"
"AHEM" you smiled sweetly, they all looked at you shocked.
"hi guys! Eddie invited me, that alright? I can go eat somewhere else I don't mind."
"No, please sit" One curly headed boy said nodding to the seat. You smiled at them and then at Eddie. You sat down knowing they were watching.
"If you're watch me at least tell me your name." You said blankly.
"uh, I'm Jeff" the curly headed boy did a small wave. You waved back, you looked around the table. One boy in a baseball hat with a phrase. Thinking Cap, you snickered "Nice hat, it's a clever".
"thanks! I'm Dustin!" He smiled widely. "I'm Y/N", all the guys stared bullets at Dustin. How could that nerd get a girls attention.
"Does she even play D&D?" Another guy asked. He looked pissed, Eddie shrugged looking at you.
"Ya play?" He asked food still in his mouth. You looked at your food, "No, but my mom did. She painted a bunch of Minifigures! I have them in the garage along with a old handbook. So I can read it if it means I can sit here."
It went silent, "How the hell are your parents so cool?!" Eddie boomed. You chuckled, "I mean, I guess."
"can your mom join the club?"
You went silent, "she uh died in a car accident.". Eddie stared at the boy who asked, "I'm sorry about that." Eddie said.
"don't be. Death happens. Just gotta keep going I guess." You smiled softly at him. The table was silent, " but my dad was in a band! He uh was the drummer, He taught me how to play. We have a drum set in the garage too?"
"No way!" One guy pitched in, "Eddie we gotta tell her about the band." Jeff added in.
"You have a band?" You smiled at Eddie.
"Yeah, we play at the hideout."
"What's the name?" You leaned in closer to him.
"Corrid Coffin" Eddie said with pride. He never seen someone so impressed by his band. "Well, one day you have to give me a performance."
"Gonna give us a gig?" One guy said.
"Gareth" Eddie said blankly.
"No. I will! I can set up the garage and buy pizza! We can all hang out! If you need a drummer-"
"I'm the drummer, Missy" Jeff said proudly. You smiled, "forgive me then. Got excited.". You all started planning this so called gig. Eddie smiled at the fact someone cared. You beamed with joy talking about it, the cassettes you own. The concerts you've been to, you quickly stood up.
"it's official. One Saturday. My house I wanna full concert! The whole neighborhood will be amazed at the sound rock. Before they become your rock zombies of hell" you said in a spooky voice.
Eddie was definitely in love. The bell rung to single the time. You quickly looked at Eddie, "I can give my house number to call you about the gig.". Eddie slightly blushed and smiled, "Yeah!". You dug into your bookbag pulling out a blue pen. You gently grabbed his hand.
The soft skin against his rough hand from play guitar. He didn't move staying completely still. You pulled up his jacket to his elbow. You wrote the number stopping see his tattoo. You gently touched it with your finger.
"That's sick.." you grinned. Eddie smiled, "You like bats?". You nodded, "Totally. I mean look at them they're like puppies but everyone fears them. Plus they sleep upside down and that's kinda cool.". You touched his tattoo one last time before pushing the sleeve back down.
"See you around, Mr.Munson" you teased walking away.
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"How was school?" Angie asked as you opened the car door. You tossed your stuff in the back, "Honestly, good!". Angie was shocked she smiled, "Really?".
"Yeah! I made friends! They're in a band and have a club! They're real nice, dad would love em." You exclaimed. Angie smiled, you were surprised she wasn't disappointed in the fact they weren't normal.
"I'm glad they understand your interests.. I know we worried about that." You went silent at this. She cared.. weirdly enough.
Once you got inside your dad was writing in his music journal. "Hey! How was it?" He glanced up at you. You dropped your bag by the door.
"good. I made some friends, they have their own band!"
He looked up, glasses sliding off his nose. He smiled brightly, "What kind?".
"Rock! And I was wondering this weekend if they could play in the garage.." it fell silent.
"uh, no" Angie shook her head and placed her keys on the counter.
"Dad." You looked at him for help. He sighed, "Honey, she made friends.. and I'll keep an eye out in case it gets insane.". You smiled at him and then looked at Angie pleadingly.
"Fine.." she huffed, you high faces your dad. You smiled brightly, "Thank you! Also if we get a call from Eddie Munson, it's for me!". Your dad nodded going back to his work.
Hours passed, it was 8pm. You tried to be patient, you unpacked your room some more stalling. The phone rung, you reached to your phone on your night stand. (Recently installed, it was a gift from your Uncle).
"Hello, Torrid Residence!"
"Hi this is Eddie."
You smiled, "Hi Eddie! I got great news Saturday works for me if it works for you guys!".
"That's great! I'm pretty sure we're not busy. Also I was wondering if you'd want to join Hellfire Thursday night. And I can drive you home afterwords."
"I can play D&D though"
"you can always watch"
You fiddled with the cord, "I would love to. Maybe you can stay over and teach me about D&D."
Eddie choked on the other side of the line.
"Eddie?! You alright?"
"Yeah sorry i.. had to sneeze."
You smiled so wide, " I'll see you tomorrow Eddie. Sleep well Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Y/N"
As you got ready for bed this feel in your chest grew. This giddy feeling kept you up all night. You picked out what to wear hoping it'd make you tired. Even fantasized the whole day while laying in bed. Then thinking of Eddie, his long curls and giant brown eyes. You tried to shrug this feeling off attempting to sleep.
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The boss's daughter | LH44
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Wolff!Reader
Sumary: Where Sir. Lewis Hamilton sneaks out with his boss's daughter.
Warnings: English is not my first language !!! mention of accidents!!
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Telling your dad that you're going out with a person is usually a difficult thing.
Now imagine my situation…I'm going out with someone and that someone works with my dad, I think things get a little harder.
We met several years ago, but we started officially dating just over 6 months ago.
Let's say we had a hard time realizing what we were feeling and then making the decision to give it a title.
And now what was costing us even more was telling Dad that Lewis and I were coming out.
It wasn't for lack of opportunities, of those we had several, but for the fact that we had some fear of how he was going to react, it's stupid, I know but… with how nice everything is going, i would not like to have to leave him, nor would i want him to be in an uncomfortable situation.
L- You think if I climb the podium today, can we tell you?
Y/N- Are you sure? i don't want you to have problems with dad because of my fault. We were in his motorhome having a little moment alone, before the race at Silverstone.
L- I know we were only officiating 6 months ago, but I want you to know that I'm willing to take the risk for more, just tell me how you feel and I'll act on that, if we can't wait a little longer.
Y/N- Really?, you're serious?, I don't want you to ruin your career for me.
Looking at him looking for something that would tell me the opposite of what I was listening to, but instead I found myself with a safe look.
L- More than sure, we have known each other for several years and I think I know how to handle your father's character, plus we can say that we have Sussie on our side.
Due to a carelessness we once had, Sussie saw us kissing outside of Lewis' motorhome, luckily promised to keep our secret and help if Dad got anything stubborn.
She and Angela are the only people who know about us, one because she discovered us, the other because we knew we could trust her, so we told her right from the start.
Y/N- That's right and we both know Sussie can't say no.
We kept quiet for a few minutes, until I decided to talk…
Y/N- It's okay… let's do it, but with one condition. Lewis looked at me attentively.
- you sir , today you have to give me a podium.
L- I think being able to show you to your father and the world as my girlfriend is more than the motivation I need, and I can't present myself to my father-in-law empty-handed.
Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.
A- I wish I didn't have to bother them but…it's time to go to the garage.
L- That's okay Angie, we were out anyway.
To not delay, we immediately left the place.
Y/N- Good luck champion, though I know you don't need it. Kiss him quickly before letting him go.
As my boy was preparing, I went looking for my father as he would see the race next to him.
Y/N- Hi Dad!
T- Hi honey, where were you?
Y/N- Just walking around, I saw Lewis go by so I came, you think he will come up again ?
T- Let's hope so, it's your career at home , so let's hope it will give you some motivation.
With everything ready, the lights went out and the race started, unfortunately after a few laps there were accidents which caused the red flag, fortunately all are fine, just being taken to the hospital for caution.
After a while the race resumed its course and could be finished.
Leaving Carlos Sainz's first victory in F1, Checo in second place and in third for Mercedes another podium for Lewis.
In addition to being happy, for Lewis' podium, I was somewhat nervous about what could happen in a while.
And I think for the first time in my life, I have no idea how my dad might react to something like this.
After the podium ceremony and interviews, my boy returned to the garage and was cheered for everyone.
Y/N- You succeeded. I hugged him when I had him in front of me, when I was going to drop me from his arms, he did not let me leave, he simply separated a little our faces and kissed me in front of all, wait…IN FRONT Of ALL!!!!!
T-I'm missing something?. We hear Dad's voice behind us.
Y/N- Daddy I… Lewis and I…
L- We're leaving, we planned to say it soon but… He was interrupted.
T- I already knew it!!, for a while, in fact, I didn't say anything, because I wanted it to come out of you.
Y/N- What, all this time sneak us for nothing?
Sussie laughed at our faces by her side.
T- You don't have to worry, you just have to know that, if it does harm you will be in many problems.
L-Believe me I don't plan to do it. Dad smiled at us and left with Sussie to continue with some work. - So now I can kiss you freely, without fear of losing my head?
Y/N- I think so.
Believe me Lewis Hamilton's lips are the best in the world.
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ANOTHERS
Godfather Lando - Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader
Baby Seb in the Paddock - Mick Schumacher x Reader
#f1 x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#f1 imagine#lewis hamilton imagine#f1 fanfic#lewis hamilton fanfic#f1 one shot#lewis hamilton one shot#lewis hamilton#f1
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Consequences Be Damned
Angie Martinelli x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Marvel
Day 15 Prompt: "Fine, explain it to me."
Summary: Angie doesn't know about her girlfriend's job with the SSR, but she's about to find out.
Word Count: 1,763
Category: Angst, Fluff
A/N: In my happy world of fic, homophobia doesn't exist and isn't a factor in the 1940s.
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Jack, this might have been the best idea you've ever had."
Jack Thompson, the Chief of the SSR and one of my best friends, scoffed as we pushed through the doors of the Automat and headed for a table. I gave him a shit-eating grin as we took seats at our usual booth.
For the past two weeks, we'd been taking multi-hour trips to the Automat from the office, both for food and a change of scenery to do a bunch of work that needed to get done for the SSR. Jack had first suggested it when we'd both been going crazy working hours and hours on end at the office, with some of my least favorite coworkers no less, and we'd quickly made it a regular habit.
Once we'd set up at our table, I glanced towards the counter. To my delight, I saw my girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, on shift.
When Jack had first suggested this place, I'd been excited about seeing my girlfriend while I was at work, even though she couldn't know the details of my job. I'd been unlucky every day so far in missing her, but today the bad luck streak had finally run out.
"I'll be right back," I said to Jack, scooting down the booth to stand. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I explained. "I'm going to go put in our order."
Jack glanced towards the counter and grinned as soon as he saw Angie.
"You mean you're gonna go say hi to your girlfriend?"
"Oh absolutely."
"You know, we're supposed to be at work right now, Y/L/N," he called after me, a teasing smile on his face. I just waved him off.
When I'd started at the SSR, Jack and I had been anything but friends. But then Peggy and Daniel had spent all day every day pining after each other, and Jack and I had called a temporary truce to set them up. In the process, we'd actually become really good friends, and had stayed that way after successfully setting up Peggy and Daniel. We still gave each other shit all the time, but now it was in a friendly way.
I beamed as I walked up to the counter, leaning against it and waiting for Angie to turn around and notice me. A moment later, she did, but she didn't smile like I'd been expecting her to.
"You trying to put in an order?" There was no warmth in her voice.
"Uh... I guess, but I actually came over here to say hi to you!"
"Hi. Now what'll it be?"
I frowned, waiting for Angie to tell me she was messing with me or explain that a customer had really pissed her off or something. It never came.
"Angie, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning forward across the counter and lowering my voice a bit. "Did something happen?"
"It's nothing, alright? Forget it."
With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, out of reach of any customers. At least, out of reach for any customers who had any regard for the rules.
I walked right around the counter and followed Angie into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder exactly once to see Jack staring at me with a look that clearly said, What the hell? I just waved him off, my undivided attention returning to my girlfriend who stood on the other side of the room.
I crossed the room quickly, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Angie's shoulder once I reached her. She whipped around, shaking off my hand and glaring.
"Angie, please talk to me," I said, keeping my voice low enough that hopefully no one else in the kitchen could hear us. "Why are you so upset?"
"Why? Gee, I guess I should be sorry for being so upset that you walked in here with your boyfriend."
My whole brain stalled for what felt like a full minute. Angie had already started moving away from me again, and I called after her.
"My what?"
"You know, that blond handsome guy you've been coming here on lunch dates with for the past two weeks?" She turned back to me, on a roll now that I couldn't have interrupted even if my brain had been functioning. "Just because I haven't been here to see it doesn't mean I'm completely stupid. My coworkers talk, you know. And now you come in here with him while I'm supposed to wait on you?"
"Angie, no!" I finally managed, my brain restarting at last. "It's not like that at all!"
"Oh really?"
"Really. Angie, really, seriously, you don't get it at all. It's nothing like what you think."
"Fine, explain it to me. If it's not what I think, then explain to me what it really is."
She crossed her arms and stared me down, waiting for my explanation. I could tell her Jack was my boss, or even just my coworker, but that probably wouldn't get me off the hook. It wasn't normal for male and female coworkers to take long lunch breaks together, and outside of our jobs in the SSR, almost no male and female coworkers would be working shoulder to shoulder on the same kind of content Jack and I were.
I needed to tell her the truth. More importantly, I wanted to tell her the truth. I loved Angie, and even though it would be a long time before we talked about marriage or anything like that, I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She should know what I do, SSR protocol be damned.
Without giving myself time to second-guess, I grabbed Angie's arm and dragged her towards the door in the back of the kitchen.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
I didn't respond, and Angie at least trusted me enough that she didn't put up any more of a fight. Once we made it outside, I glanced up and down the alley, making sure no one else was out here to overhear us. Lucky for me, there wasn't.
I turned back to Angie, who watched me with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I sighed.
Being an SSR agent was a top secret job, one we weren't supposed to share with anyone. But I'd made up my mind anyway. Besides, this problem had come about because of Jack, so he'd just have to deal with the consequences of my girlfriend knowing.
"Okay, this is going to sound insane, but I need you to hear me out." Angie just waited as I took a deep breath, then began. "I don't really work at the phone company. I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. I'm an agent, and the man who I've been here with is the Chief. He's my friend, and nothing more, and we've been coming here to escape some of the idiots in our office while we work on a case that's been top priority for the past few weeks."
I could see Angie's thoughts written clearly on her face as she struggled to square the fact that she loved me and generally trusted me with the fact that what I was saying was basically unbelievable.
"Y/N..."
"Look." I pulled out my badge and presented it to her proudly, and her face went from deep thought to pleased shock.
"That's... incredible!"
She looked up at me with bright, shining eyes, her mouth open slightly in shock but also tilted in a small smile. I beamed back at her.
"I'm glad you think so. And Angie, just so it's perfectly clear and on the record... I love you. I would never ever go behind your back like that, and I have absolutely no interest in anybody that's not you."
Angie smiled. "I know that. I'm sorry, I just... you've been working so hard, we haven't seen each other much, and I let my coworkers get to me. I love you, and I trust you."
I smiled, then leaned forward to give Angie a soft kiss. We broke apart after a second, both glowing with happiness even in this grimy restaurant alley. Three guesses who busted in to ruin the moment.
"Y/L/N, what the hell are you doing?"
I looked over Angie's shoulder to find Jack standing just outside the door, arms spread wide and an incredulous look on his face. She turned to look at him too, and his gaze drifted to her before coming back to me.
"My girlfriend thought we were dating. I told her we weren't."
"...And you had to rush out into a back alley to say that?"
"Well, I might've also told her I work for the SSR."
Jack stared at me, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring as he took a long, deep breath. When he let it out, his shoulders slumped, and he just closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Of course you did." He turned to Angie, his gaze hard. "Don't tell anyone, or you'll both be in some very deep shit."
Angie nodded once, and I knew I could trust her. Jack turned back to me.
"Alright, now that you've broken one of the SSR's most important rules, do me a favor and get your ass back inside. Our order'll be at the table any minute, and we have actual problems to solve for the agency instead of cause."
He didn't wait for my response as he turned on his heel and headed back inside. He hesitated just before the door shut behind him, stopping it and poking his head back through to look at my girlfriend.
"Nice to meet you, Angie."
Then, he ducked back inside, clearly expecting me to follow shortly. I just smiled and shook my head. Angie turned back to me, her eyes narrowed and a decidedly less fond smile on her face.
"You know, I don't think I like him."
"Eh, he grows on you. Although, he is basically the number one person Peggy's referencing when she talks about her fathead male coworkers."
"Hold on. Peggy's a part of this too? That makes so much sense!"
"Shit. Forget I told you that."
Angie just cackled in glee as I slung an arm across her shoulders and we started back inside. I'd have to remember to tell Peggy that Angie was officially in the loop, although Ange probably would've put the pieces together in a matter of minutes after something she and Peggy had gone through together before I got to the SSR.
Now, at least, all of my favorite people were in the loop on all the important things in my life. I certainly couldn't be happier.
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-vibrating- Augh, Hybrid Jack could kill if pushed? I wanna know wat would get em all angy like that, maybe even just a leedle peek? A lil Unscripted non-kinky chokeslam against a wall with a warning? Hnhn fuck that'd be so fuckin hot-
Oh boy, well, when it comes to non-kinky "literally trying to kill you" Jack you'd probably only get there when you first get him. He's tough as nails but if you go through Rory this man sees red. He'd take you by the face and slam you into the wall or floor until your skull cracks and your brain leaks out, if Rory's dead he wouldn't stop until your head was just a mushy pile of viscera
Now, if we are talking about kinky Jack
"Oh...I don't know Sunshine, couldn't I just be your mama again? I know exactly how you-...Fine, but please tell me if it's too much, us bears can't control our strength" He picks you up by the collar of your shirt and slams you against the wall, your feet dangle as he holds you in place. His kiss if full of teeth and spit and...blood? Yep, you're bleeding alright, you're pretty sure he didn't even mean to, how much is he holding back when you usually have sex?
A lot, turns out! If you allow Jack to fuck you like this it basically kicks off his heat early so, uh, good luck! Also, yes, this is what all of heats look like unless you can find chains that can actually hold him this time
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Great. Just a few of them happen to surround her and angelica! She was about to launch a shout that would blast them all back with a rousing shout, but she was cut off by... Fuck.
Well, she knew that this would happen. Here she was thinking she could sneak back without him noticing... Talk about pushing her luck.
Of course. Of fucking course!! He's telling her to go home!! He couldn't stay by her side and fight. Nooo, cause she's "just a kid," she's gotta hang back and let the adults die!! This is so unfair!! She's come so far, and now she's gotta go back!! This is bullshit!! Why can't he just trust her to know what she's doing!? Was she really that weak? Was she really that useless? That helpless? Despite how hard she worked was it really all for nothing? Will she ever be good enough? Ever strong enough?
She gets quiet for a minute... before harshly grabbing Peppino's wrist as he points to the door. All his wounds heal in that moment, in a pink light.
"Angie? Stay with him."
Angelica simply nods. Phiona looks up with tears in her eyes, but a dark, demonic expression.
"If you don't make it back alive, I swear to the fucking gods I will never forgive you, you hear me?! I will hate you forever if you don't survive this...!!"
Without waiting for a response, she summons her bike, leaving Angie and Peppino to book it to the next door.
[ XXX ] @lultimagoccia
#it's pizza time!: peppino spaghetti#v: boodega (pizza tower au)#;;closed starter#[this hurt to write ;-;]
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10 things I hate about you | 15
I was woken up by my phone ringing, I was tired I didn’t even look at the screen I just answered hoping it was scam likely and I could go back to sleep, “Hello” I said yawning into the phone.
“Hey, y/n!” I heard Furlan,
“Oh um Furlan” I came to my senses very quickly.
“Are we still on tonight?”
“Tonight? What’s tonight?”
“We were going to hang out” he chuckled and I began to get embarrassed.
“Oh my we are!”
“Yeah, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore though”
“No. I want to, my memory has just been hazy lately. I’m literally getting ready as we speak!” I said crawling over Angie and getting out of my bed.
“Great I’ll pick you up at 9pm” with that Furlan hung up.
“Shit what time is it?” I said to myself.
“It’s 7:50 pm” I heard Angie say, I turned around and she was up.
“I’m sorry did I wake you?”
“No, I've been playing roblox,” she said, turning her iPad towards me. “But you’re leaving?”
“Yes I’m going to hang out with a friend” I said searching in my closet for an outfit.
“Cool” Angie said, going back to playing her game. “Good luck sneaking past dad”
“Wait, he's home?” I said confused. My dad usually stayed at work until 11 on Fridays so that he could get all his tests graded by Monday.
“Yup. He came in here earlier and told me to tell you to stop talking back to my mom. Apparently she’s been ranting about your lack of help around the house.” Angie rolled her eyes, “ I told him that you did everything and that you deserved to rest, but he just told me to stop talking back”
I chuckled, “thanks for that Angie. But anyways, how the hell am I getting out of here?”
“Language. And I’ll pretend to be asleep and you can jump out the window.”
“That’s actually a good idea. You’re such a smart kid.” I patted her head and made my way to the bathroom.
I took a shower and did my skincare while in the bathroom.
I was going to do a bit of makeup and my hair but that had to wait until I got back into my room so no one would suspect anything.
When I got back into the room I went over to my vanity table and turned on its light. Then I went over to my closet to pick out an outfit.
That’s when I realized I had absolutely no idea what we were going to do so I couldn’t pick out an outfit.
I texted Furlan to ask what I should wear.
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Y/n💕
What should I wear?
Furlan 💛
Anything. We’ll probably be running a lot though😅
Y/n💕
Running? 🥲
Furlan 💛
Yes but I could carry you the whole time if you’d like 😇
Y/n💕
What a simp 😭
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With that I closed my phone and looked for an outfit. I settled on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
(Or you can wear what you want!)
I sat at my vanity and tried to decide on a ponytail. That way my hair wouldn’t be in my face while we did whatever running Furlan was talking about.
Then I moved on to my makeup, I didn’t do much just enough to not look tired like I always do.
As I’m putting on my lipgloss I hear the door creak open and when I look behind me it’s my dad coming into my room.
I freak out a bit but then go back to normal since I already have a lie in mind ready to spill from my lips if he asks me why I have a face of makeup and an outfit on at this late hour.
“Hi baby” he hugs me from behind.
I make a face in disgust but refrain myself from telling him to get the hell away from me because I know Angie isn’t actually sleeping. Instead I try to pry his hands off me,”hello”
“How have you been?” He sits on Angie’s bed looking at me.
I continued to get ready, “I’ve been just fine” I said not paying him any mind. I could tell he was drunk by the way he wobbled over to me, and the way he’s smiling at me while sitting on the bed. Not to mention he reeked of alcohol.
After what happened that night I was never comfortable around my dad while he was drunk or at all to be completely honest but when he was drunk It was worse. He would hit on me with no shame especially after I hit puberty and it absolutely disgusted me. I couldn't even be in the same room as him alone when he was drunk because I knew exactly what he would do if he got the chance.
Although I wasn’t showing it I was shaking right now.
“Look how much you’ve grown.” He said looking me up and down, “ you know you remind me of your mother when I first met her so much.”
“You first met mom in a party bathroom doing illegal substances, how is that a compliment?” I tried to not say too much because I knew Angie had to hear all of this but still he was making me angry and I was about to blow.”
He laughed, “I meant how she looked. She might have been an addict but she was still sexy”
“Get out.” I instantly snapped. I didn’t want to hear any of this.
“How about we do something tonight,” he got up and stood over me which made me even more uncomfortable.
I stood up and repeated myself, “get out”
He chuckled and surprisingly walked to the door, “you’re a teenager now so I guess that means you don’t want to spend time with your old man huh?” He said slurring his words.
I rolled my eyes and as soon as he closed the door I locked it behind him and scoffed.
“You really don’t like your dad huh?” Angie said from next to me.
“I really don’t understand how you do.” I replied.
“He’s very nice y/n. You should give him a chance. He just tried to give you a compliment” Angie sat up in bed looking at me.
“That wasn’t the type of compliment you think it was,”
“How come? My mom calls violet sexy all the time and violet reacts to it like any other compliment.”
“Well, when your mom says it she doesn’t have any other intent behind it.”
“Intent?” Angie asked confused,
I chuckled, “I’ll explain to you when you’re older.”
“But I’m almost 13. Why can’t you tell me now? I really would like to know” Angie pouted.
“I still think you’re a bit young.”
Angie sighed, “well will you at least tell me why you hate him?”
“When you’re older.”
Angie scoffed and rolled back into bed going on about how I never tell her anything.
I got up from my seat and sat on the bed next to her, “I promise that you will know someday. But for right now I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you,” you patted her head and got back up, “how do I look Ang?”
She looked up at me, “okay” she said uninterested
“That’s it?” I smiled,
“I mean for a girl who’s going to sneak out, yeah.” Angie shrugged,
You started to tickle her to make her less mad with you, “don’t be mad at me please”
“I’m not” she laughed,
“Liar” I tickled her some more,
“I’m not.” She continued to laugh,
“It’s not good to lie y'know” I laughed myself and stopped tickling her, “I love you Angie”
“I love you too y/n” we hugged and I open the window and climbed out.
“Call me if you need me, or ring violet.”
“Why would I call her?” Angie said in confusion,
“Believe it or not even though she tried to act mean in front of her friends, she loves you more than anything,” you said before closing the window and making your way to your front yard we’re Furlan was waiting.
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c'mon girlies (gender neutral) time for the SLOW YET STEADY CORRUPTION ARC, the DISCOVERY OF THE MOST FUCKED UP PARTS OF OUR SELF WHICH WE EMBRACE LIKE THEY'RE WORTH NURTURING BECAUSE WE ARE TOO AFRAID OF THE ALTERNATIVE, the ULTIMATE SACRIFICE OF OUR MORALITY FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE OR SOMETHING THAT BURNS LIKE ONLY LOVE COULD, TH
anyway, this is Angel, or yuor devil 😈, my MC for @homecomingvn ! definitely gonna be romancing Henry; still not sure if he's also going to be my MC for Lyra or if I'll make a different one for her, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it
more info about Angel below the cut because I cannot shut up ever. it's my curse and I bear it with dignity.
if you ever try to call Angel out on anything, her go-to reply will be "aw, do you really think I would do that, can't you see I'm an angel?" & a face that's a weird mixture of 😏 and 🥺. don't ask how he pulls that one off, it's a secret between him and god and neither of them's telling
(when the Nonbinary hit, she briefly considered changing her name for something that sparked more gender joy, but ultimately decided against it because commitment to the bit is her #1 priority.)
I put 'chemistry' as one of the things he likes, but really she's super into anything science-related, chemistry is just her passion. one of the STEM bitches, basically. maybe a bit light on the TE part, but he would still read a 700-page book about, I don't know, How To Build Some Big Shit Like A Bridge Or Aqueduct and enjoy every bit of it. which doesn't necessarily mean he'd understand every bit of it, mind you, but it's all about the energy I guess
related to the above: WILL infodump about her interests if given the chance. WILL NOT stop unless directly and firmly told to. if you want him to shut up but are too polite to do anything about it? good fucking luck. Angel can keep going for hours and that is a promise.
hates the nickname 'Angie' and will never respond to it. will accept 'Annie' from friends, but really they tend to prefer more personalized nicknames—like Henry's 'Buttercup'—or just plain ol' Angel
extremely ride-or-die. if she considers you one of 'her people' there's next to nothing you could do to make her change her mind or give up on you. (though, to be honest, he probably IS going to be very confused as to how he managed to befriend not one Fucked Up Weirdo but two. didn’t even know there were two Fucked Up Weirdos in town! gotta be something in the water.)
I don't know what his job is going to be yet, but I do know he's already had like 15 jobs minimum; all because she's very thorough about "following your dreams" and it just so happens that her dreams generally last around 10-20 business days before he moves on to another dream. Angel, stop hoarding jobs, you fucking maniac. you're gonna destroy the economy. and yes that's sexy conceptually but you gotta be more careful about it bro (gender neutral)
tends to play wizards in D&D/any TTRPG. she likes the complexity and versatility.
speaking of, it's time for the most nightmarish scary fact about Angel, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED READER BEWARE: she thinks THAC0 makes perfect sense and is intuitive & easy to understand. if you just felt a cold chill run down your spine, it's okay, I did too 😔 (in this house we tolerate AD&D in a "respect your elders" kinda way, but fuck THAC0 what was up with that shit)
Notes:
I don't actually know if school newspapers are a thing or I got tricked by media from the USA and also my ex-girlfriend; it's just that the concept of being some sort of unhinged investigative journalist at the tender age of 14something+ was too fitting for Angel and I had to take the risk of looking like a clown.
the Picrew used is Black Centered Picrew <3 by naylissah. I'd link it but I've been led to believe that This Website makes it so that you can't put external links or the post won't show up in tags/mentions, so uh. it's on the first page of Picrew, if you can't find it send me a DM or something??
#Maia speaks#OC: Angel Maldonado#I came up with this bitch in RECORD TIME. speedran the character creation process#the brainworms hit me hard with this so I guess it's hyperfixation time#3 in the fuckin morning over here and I have to wake up early to get my booster tomorrow#I am the smartest person alive. I make the least ill-advised decisions in the world. everyone admires my huge brain
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Change Everything
Your hidden feelings are revealed during the lie detector challenge.
Angie x MC
You weren’t sure which aspect of the lie detector scared you more. Your partner realizing why you were pushing for it to be a friendship couple, or the person you wanted to couple with finding out.
Tom was nice. He was sweet- a bit boring but sweet. But no matter how much you tried to think about more with him, because he clearly wanted the couple to work, you just couldn’t.
Your heart had been stolen long before you even noticed.
Bruno knew your secret. He had been your partner before Tom whisked you away. You had tried just as hard for him. If not for someone else, you would have chosen him in a heartbeat, he was your exact type on paper and you got on amazingly. When it didn’t work, you confided in him, and he had recoupled with you twice just to keep you safe. He was going to do it again just because he was a good mate, but you told him to pursue the feelings he was developing for Cora. You didn’t want to hold him back from love.
So it was pure irony and luck that he was the one asking your questions. He was making jokes the whole time you were getting hooked up, trying to ease your nerves, and he was doing a marginally good job because you didn’t feel like puking your guts up anymore.
But you just knew that this stupid test, this stupid challenge, it was going to change everything.
And it was terrifying.
“Alrighty, babes! Test question, is your current partner Tom?” Bruno was donning the voice of a game show announcer, and it brought a smile to your face. A nervous one, but a smile nonetheless.
“Yes, he is.” You breathed out a sigh of relief as the machine confirmed you were telling the truth, but obviously you were.
“Just relax, love.” Bruno soothed in a softer version of his regular voice, “No matter what I’m in your corner. You ready to get into this?” Taking a deep breath you nodded, “First question, is there a different boy in the Villa you fancy?”
Silently, you thanked the wording of the question, “No.”
Bruno beamed before the machine even confirmed it was true, but he already knew why it would be true. “Next question, babes. Why is Angie your bestie?”
Angie…the reason you were so nervous. Why did Tom need to ask about her? Your nails dug into your palms as you answered, “Because she gets me. We can goof around and have serious talks and just shoot the shit together. It’s easy with her.” Again it confirmed the truth.
“That’s really sweet. I think she’ll like that.” He shrugged with a grin, “Or she’ll call you a melt.”
You huffed out a laugh, nudging him with your foot, “Just read the next question.”
Bruno smiled until he pulled the next card up, and his smile faded just a bit, “Uh, well.” Clearing his throat, he sat up a little straighter, throwing away the casual stance he’d had at the beginning. Oh god. “The last question is, if you were to choose first at the next coupling, who do you want to pick?”
“Oh god.” You squeezed your eyes shut, “This is going to go so badly.”
Bruno brushed his fingers over your knee, “Just be honest. If it goes south, I’ll be there for you.”
Taking a deep breath, you shoved out the answer. “Angie.”
The machine had barely approved the answer before you were pulling the cords off, hauling ass out of the room. Bruno was one step behind you the whole time, following you to the corner of the lounge you chose to hide away in, and holding you like the good mate he was. You had spared one glance to Tom, and while he looked surprised, he gave you a smile and a shake of his head, like he was saying there were no hard feelings and telling you to move on, to try. You were worried to look at Youcef. She was his partner, and his face always seemed to be in a smug grin or flirty smile, and you were nervous which one you’d see. But you were terrified to look for your best friend. The girl that was all sarcasm and dry humor, sly smirks and eye rolls. The girl that stole your heart right out of the gate. You were afraid of the broken pieces you’d get back. You listened distantly as Islander after Islander took their turn, letting Cora sit with you when Bruno had to go. She tried to make a joke that if she knew girls were an option for you, she would’ve stolen you away, but when you looked at her with the desperation to evaporate away, she just hugged you tighter mumbling how she was sorry it came out this way- only budging away when Bruno returned.
When Angie’s turn rolled around, she sounded the same as she normally did. Cora sat across from her, cheap lab coat thrown on. Cora seemed more nervous than Angie did. Maybe because she had been trying to comfort you, she was afraid that Angie’s results would hurt you more. Clearing her throat, the energetic girl looked at the paramedic, “Okay, Anj, let’s start off simple with the tester, yeah? Have you enjoyed your time on Love Island?”
“Yes. I’ve made some really good friends, and a pretty okay best mate.” As the machine dinged, you snorted subconsciously drawing glances from the others. Her dry humor was getting to you again.
“Perfect babes. Youcef’s first question is ‘Are you glad you made best mates with Y/N?’”
“Absolutely. No one gets me like she does.” Your brow furrowed as the ding rang through, and you finally chanced a glance at the Frenchman, only to find him smiling softly at you. Without a word, Youcef made his way over to you, Bruno, and Tom- who had taken a seat on Bruno’s other side to show his support for you- and he took a seat next to you, silently offering his hand. You took it like a lifeline.
“If there was a girls choice recoupling next, is it safe to say that you would not choose Youcef?” Cora looked as confused as you felt at his questions.
But Angie was steadfast in her response, “If it came down to it, I would keep him safe. He’s a mate, and he saved me once before, but I’ve talked this out with him. If I could choose anyone, I would not pick him.” Ding.
Your eyes shot back over to him, but he nodded encouragingly back to the monitor, confident smirk back on his face, “That is very exposed answer, Angie. I’m sure everyone appreciates it. Last question is-“ Cora’s breath caught in her throat, a tentative look of hope crossing her face as she glanced at the camera before looking to Angie, “If you could, would you choose Y/N?”
Angie looked straight into the camera, her expression wasn’t out of the ordinary, but her eyes shown with a gentle fear and vulnerability, “Yes.”
You almost felt like your heart stopped, almost missing the ding as Youcef leaned over to you, “I already knew, ma cherie, so don’t act surprised. I could see the way you looked at her.”
The sound of heels clicking down the hallway brought you back, and before you knew it you were on your feet and launching yourself into Angie’s chest. “I didn’t want to think-“
“Shhh, there, there,” Angie awkwardly patted your back, making you laugh. As much as she cared for you, comfort was never her strong suit. She eyed the other Islanders for a moment, “We should talk about this when the challenge is over.”
You nodded quickly, letting her pull you over to where you’d been sitting. She settled into the spot Youcef had been, as he moved to sit on Tom’s other side.
This challenge did change everything.
But maybe that was okay.
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Know what? Komaeda it is! Tenko is getting seriously bad vibes from him, but Naoto just has that oblivious, blissful smile on his face. He tells them he's Komaeda Nagito, from Hopes Peak Academy. Tenko assumes a fighting stance, as she knows (Tenko knows a lot about other people) that he's also called, the Lucky Apocalypse.
Nagito tries to explain to Angie about why he was so fixated on her.
Angie: I'm sorry. I'm currently not looking for a relationship right now. My life is dedicated to Atua! Buuuuut I will accept a pint of blood!
Nagito: No no, my blood won't possibly be good enough for whatever wonderful task you need it for! And, sorry to bear the ill news, but I'm not trying to date you. I actually wanted to ask if you'd join me to discuss Hope at my school!
Angie: Hope?
Nagito: Correct! You see, hope truly is a wonderful-
Tenko: Okay, back up, you MALE! I don't know what you're HOPING to get out of this, but you give me seriously sketchy vibes!
Nagito: Huh? Do I offend somehow? I just wish to spread the good word of Hope...
Tenko: Yeah? Well, you better spread yourself to the otherside of the street or else I'm gonna-
Jin Kirigiri, who's alive in this universe for some reason: Komaeda! You coming? We have a meeting with the steering committee.
Nagito: Coming sir! Well, it's been an honor meeting you ladies. (He goes to Jin Kirigiri)
I mean Junko is who killed him so if the tragedy never happens Jin's just vibing.
Nagito: I see how you walk and you seem to have great hope and appreciation have you considered proselytizing at my school?
Angie: Ooooo
Tenko: No!!
Jin: Oh so is this the person you happened to luck into meeting? Interesting.
#nagito is just trying to make a friend and everyones like “the fuck are you doing”#goodbye despair#ndrv3#etrian persona au#anon chaos
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A Talk - Thabi/MC
After Will recouples with Thabi, Tanya and Thabi have a chat.
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It was the day after the recoupling and Thabi felt guilty.
Since Will had broken off with Tanya and had started grafting on her, Tanya had been distant with her, hanging out with Angie most of the time. It hurt a bit because Thabi did like Tanya - she was everything she wished that she was: bold, beautiful, brave and assertive.
The truth was that Thabi had been jealous and threatened by Tanya. All the girls (except Angie) were.
So when she coupled up with Will, she was annoyed.
And later on, when Will had grafted on her, telling her that he liked her as well, she was thrilled! She had one upped over Tanya!
But after everything that was said and done, Tanya had distanced herself from Thabi completely: not talking to her and completely ignoring her.
She needed to have a talk with her.
~~~
Tanya and Angie were hanging out by the pool, chatting when Thabi walked over.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hey Thabi," Angie smiled.
Tanya simply nodded.
"Hey Tanya, can we talk please? It's important," Thabi tried to sound assertive but her voice ended up quivering.
Tanya raised an eyebrow and opened her to her mouth - probably to decline her invitation - when Angie nudged her hard.
"Go to talk to her," Angie whispered.
"Why? I have nothing to say to her," Tanya shrugged.
Thabi felt her heart break a little at that statement.
"Just do it and get it over with!" Angie pushed her forward.
Tanya sighed in annoyance and followed Thabi to the beanbags.
Thabi studied the other woman carefully as they sat down: Tanya's brown skin glowed in the sunlight, her butterfly-locks cascaded her shoulders elegantly, her hot pink bikini blended nicely with her skin and her brown hair and her face was carefully made up as if she wasn't wearing any makeup.
Tanya was ethereal.
"Well? Talk." Tanya's hard voice snapped her out of her staring.
"Right. Well, I wanted to clear the air between us. About the Will thing."
"And?"
"Look, I'm sorry for how things went. I was caught up in the attention Will gave me that I didn't think about how you would feel."
"I... I was hurt. Like when I spoke you the morning after the recoupling and how you dismissed my feelings... that hurt. Yeah, I'm a bombshell and all but I still have feelings you know?"
"I know and I'm sorry. I thought that since you guys weren't coupled up for too long that you might not even cared. I was wrong about that."
There was silence for a moment.
Thabi wasn't sure what to say next. She had apologised but Tanya didn't seem that moved by it. She didn't know what else to do, what else to say.
"Hey. I don't hate you or anything, okay?" Tanya sighed. "I don't particularly like you though. But I can understand why you did it; you have to go for who you want in here. I did it and you did it. And that's just the reality."
Thabi's heart sank a bit at what she said but she was right.
"Do you think we'll ever be friends?" Thabi asked quietly.
"Maybe. Anything is possible," Tanya stood up and gave her a small smile. "I'll see you around then."
"See you then," Thabi felt some hope blooming in her when she saw Tanya's smile. Sure, they weren't friends but at least they were civil with each other. And Thabi was okay with that.
As Tanya walked away, Will came out from the Villa and when he saw Tanya, he stopped to talk to her.
"Hey," Will greeted, looking at Tanya boredly.
"No," Tanya snapped and she walked away from him quickly.
Will shrugged, looking confused.
He shook off the tense interaction, walked over and sat next to Thabi on the beanbags.
"Hey babe. What did Tanya want?" He asked.
"I wanted to talk to her about us. And... I guess we're okay now..."
Will grimaced, "Good luck with that. She's a rude one."
Thabi rolled her eyes, "She's not. She's just hurt by the way we've been acting towards her. And if she is rude, she has a right to be."
Will shrugged, seemingly dismissing her statement.
Thabi sighed in annoyance.
~~~
Later on that evening, everyone was in their respective couples, eating and talking together.
Tanya walked past Thabi and Will, holding hands with Bruno. She gave Thabi a small smile as she continued her walk with Bruno.
Thabi smiled.
Things were going to be okay.
~~~
Author's Note: Alright so I wished that in the game, we could talk things through with Thabi. That way MC and Thabi could clear the air between them and Thabi wouldn't have gotten so much hate.
And sorry to my Will stans out there but I don't like him all that much, so he might come off as a bit of a villain in my S4 fanfics. I don't know, the way he acts is a turn-off to me. Maybe I need to read more Will fanfics 🤷🏾♀️
I have one more one-shot with Tanya and Bruno so look out for that.
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two girls got into a fight today. I gave one of the girls like five bucks on account of how she just totally didn’t deserve it. like I feel soooo fucking bad for her. this other girl is. nuts. a little. it’s the goth girl. idk if I mentioned it but ppl shit talk her. bc she isn’t there a lot. so it’s like This Shit Costs Money What Does She Think She’s Doing? and she also talks. so much. and like. I’ve felt bad for her. bc I’d want to know if people thought I was really annoying so I could stop being annoying and not get shit. so I told her this morning hey ppl talk ahit about u here is why (she already knows she’s not. Liked. due to an incident in a group chat yesterday) so I’m like hey if ur wondering why people just seem mean to u here’s why. and she’s like. essentially “not my problem” thing. which. girl I’m trying to help you. whatever
so she continues to talk everyone eats off, and say just. out of pocket unnecessary shit because she has to voice every thought she has. like I can tell u where this girl lives, how tall her last three boyfriends were, and her monetary situation BASED ON INHERITANCE. like she was talking about her. nephew or something. who has adhd and how his mom is trying to get more help for him and how she. Doesn’t like that? and. okay hi yeah I’ve been adhd diagnosed since I was seven bc I was that bad. the one other guy in my class said he did too. so me and him are kind of like- sometimes people need extra help. but she doesn’t care- whatever. then she says something I don’t even remember what about types of kids and this Sweetest Lady who ppl call mamabear bc she is a Big one. has a kid like whatever judgment goth girl is making and mamabear pretty much says Don’t Speak On Things You Don’t Know About. VERY NICELY. might I add. mamabear walks out the door bc she busy. goth girl says some bitchass IM SUCH A VICTIM shit . anyway I leave the room w angie bc we are Also busy.
by the time me and angie get round to the classroom again goth girl is RUNNING OUT THE ROOM with another girl behind her trying to get her to fucking relax and act like an adult. and it was a whole ass thing.
anyway so angie likes tea I do too I just try to be nicer— and apparently when mamabear came back goth girl decided to give her Shit. to which mamabear is like girl I don’t wanna do this ? but goth keeps going and mamabear understandably calls the goth a bitch so the goth calls her a cunt and idk know what happens but they Almost get into a physical fight. there’s like seven other ppl in the room just like ready to thrown down for mamabear or take goth bitch for her- and like one or two who are more peacekeepery.
anyway so I just feel so bad for mamabear cuz she didn’t deserve that shit and also this goth bitch is playing the biggest white woman tears. mamabear is latina so like. this other girl pulling out her fucking BUT IM THE VICTIM shit is. an extra fucking layer on the shitty cake.
this goth girl better count her prayers cuz if she tries to get on anyone again she is not going to be fighting one person she is going to be fighting the entire class of like fifteen to twenty people. good fuckin luck girl. I’ve tried to help you but if you don’t want it there’s nothing I can do about that.
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SORRY I DIDN’T LIVEBLOG FOR MULTIPLE WEEKS DO YOU STILL THINK I’M HOT. i was dreading ch3 okay...here’s the first part of the investigation!
-the first appearance of maki’s nickname! forever mad about the translation of harumaki to maki-roll. maki *already* means roll!! you can’t just call her roll-roll!!!! NISA PLEASE
-”oh? well if it isn’t kaito. are you feeling better already?” “y-yeah, somehow...sorry though, we don’t have much time to talk right now.” “well, don’t push yourself. things feel amiss without your boisterous voice.” “yeah, sure. my bad for making you worry, kiyo.” THAT’S WEIRDLY CUTE WHAT
-the tonal whiplash between shuichi flipping the fuck out when himiko says angie won’t answer the door and shouting at kokichi to pick the lock as fast as he can, and the player pausing to talk to everyone before opening it 😭 i suppose it doesn’t matter because she’s already dead, but still.....
-”ahh! she puked again! and it’s green this time! monophanie’s green puke is said to be an omen of bad luck and disaster! what on earth is about to happen!?” the worst trial in the game, that’s what 😔 i just gotta push through to ch4,,,just five more hours,,,,,
-”DON’T-WORRY...OVERCOMING-THIS-WILL-BRING-EVERYONE-CLOSER-TOGETHER. THAT-HAS-BEEN-THE-CASE-SO-FAR, YES? THEIR-BOND-GETS-STRONGER-WITH-EACH-CLASS-TRIAL, DOES-IT-NOT? MURDERS-ARE-NECESSARY-TO-BRING-EVERYONE-CLOSER-TOGETHER.” what kind of komaeda-ass bullshit-
-starting to actually fucking hate Spirit, Praise, and Beauty. v3′s soundtrack is usually banger but i never liked this one and they play it. so. fucking. often. in this chapter.
-maki says kokichi is the only one who could’ve opened the door from the outside, but shouldn’t lockpicking be a skill an assassin has...? a magician too, now that i think of it. they don’t even ask if anyone else can lockpick.
-”a murder at nighttime...is strange. [im]possible, even.” “why do you think that?” “cuz student council made rule that we no can be outside during nighttime. everyone shoulda been asleep. no way murder coulda happened at nighttime.” “do you really think everyone would go along with that rule?” “but it [kami-sama]’s rule. angie say he punish us if we not follow his rules...” “but the student council wasn’t included in that, correct? they could do what they wanted. angie was also working here at night.” “huh!? she was!? n-no way. student council would never break own rules! they shoulda been asleep in own rooms! to set good example to others!” angie *openly* says only the student council is allowed outside at night, because they don’t have to worry about them wanting to escape - how long has she been stringing him along like this, and did the other members just go along with it!?
-shuichi’s inner monologue can get so bland during investigation and trial - they want the player to solve things on their own, but shuichi is working much faster than us, so he ends up just thinking “ah, i see....i understand.....just as i suspected........” constantly. i won’t complain too much though, since this is pretty much unavoidable with detective main characters lol.
-damn, shuichi shouts at miu this time instead of just glaring at her. i mean, i can’t say i *wouldn’t* snap if someone i already didn’t like tried to check if a wax doll of my dead gf had panties.....
-maki telling shuichi to turn away when she stabs the kaede effigy is actually quite sweet. i like her clumsy attempts at protecting people from the kind of life she’s lived.
-”i’m surprised you spotted this, maki. it was hidden under her body...” “...it was partially visible. as a detective, you should have noticed it before i did.” “ah, well, that’s true...” “well, even so...i guess you’re still getting used to being around dead bodies...so don’t beat yourself up over it.” “...well then, it’s a good thing you’re used to corpses, maki.” “...huh? do you want to die?” “s-sorry, joking. i couldn’t resist.” “...you don’t need to apologize. i was joking, too.” this is nice and all but godDAMN do neither of you know how to tell jokes. pls stop forever.
-part 2 will be posted in a minute!
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Self insert
Don't read this it's just me being a hoe for shuichi
Or do idc that much
WE DO GOT SPOILERS THOUGH!!
M!ghost x Shuichi
It was the first trial that something seems slightly off, two extra stands. Something even more unnerving was the fact that there was a portrait on it, identity unknown.
Shuichi was lucky enough to be seated right next to the portrait, deciding to look at it a little more, he found there was a smug smile on it, along with it having a cracked and seeming painted on bleeding effect. A second and third one too, Rantaro Amami and two unknown people, One seemingly waving slightly, cracked and bleeding still, another with a line across their neck and a fan symbol, and Amami, with a X across his face.
The second incident occured when Shuichi found a note asking him to meet them in the library next to a bookshelf, a map attached to it.
"Don't make the same mistake I did."
He whipped his head around, that voice.. strange. He must be hearing things. Deciding to go to the bathroom to splash water on his face, he did so and when he looked up, there was another face behind him in the mirror.
"W-What the-?!" He turned around then back to the mirror.
"Oh finally! I've been waiting for you to notice me!"
"Who.. Who are you..?"
"I'm that portrait you saw. Cracked. Bleeding. My execution hurt.."
"Y-Your what-?!"
"Shut up dude shut up! People are gonna think your crazy!"
He chose to look at them some more.
Bright neon red hair, wild eyes and black mascara, Wearing jeans and a hoodie.
"Are you done-?"
"Ah yes, sorry."
"Nah your fine emo boy." He snickered.
"Your so much like Kokichi.."
" Oh him? I tried to get him to look in the mirror, did not work.."
"Why did you tell me not to go?"
"Obviously I'm not gonna let my connection to the living die!"
"Wha.. Wait hold on! Your dead-?!"
"Bingo! Well probably. Also I follow you around, so good luck trying to get that Angie girl to be your freind."
Third incident.
"Oh dear! Atua senses a disturbing force! I must calm him! Bye-onara!"
*Huh.. that.. mirror thing was right.. Apparently Angie hates me now.. Great..*
°I am not a thing asshat! I am Aoi Kagehara!°
*So that's your name.. Let's go before people get suspicious..*
The fourth incident was when a "reward" was being loaded out.
"Alrighty kids, let's see what happened on September 9th 2022 at another killing game!" Monokuma stated, before turning a video on.
The video shows a boy about to be executed or something similar, kicking his legs while sitting on a table, before looking up and smiling before being crushed, or something it seems.
It cuts to a video recording.
"Hiya! Its me again, Aoi Kagehara! Ultimate Theorist and Strategist! You can't get rid of me! I just got crushed after all! Now I'll let you in on a secret, I'm even better in person behind the scenes, I control everything aside from somebodys actions. I am The Ultimate Mastermind. Aoi Kagehara."
It cuts again to another recording.
"Oh my god, Aishi-san, you'll be okay! Just stick with the plan! You not the Ultimate Serial Killer for nothing!"
"This is extremely risky. I would prefer it if-"
A knife is drawn, the sharp sound ringing through thw air.
"Who has your family Ayano. Who controls everything? Me."
"Kagehara-kun, you wouldn't."
"I would, just stick to exactly what I said to do."
"Well give me another run-over so I can do it exactly."
"You'll dress up as Momikano-kun and go into the gym, from there you'll take that big weight thing like 50 pounds, and drop it before running away with it to the rooftop. You'll then hide it behind the air vents and run. Make sure to blame it on him. You'll then put the note in Ponzu Komeda's locker, telling him to meet you in the Plaza. You'll drop the weight on him and crush him. Make up an alibi or something."
"..As you wish."
It then cuts to the execution again, this time showing him reaching up to the sky before getting disnembered and crushed.
It ends with a close up to his face, That iconic smug smile before he opens his eyes and his face briefly goes white, his eyes widen and tear up before he almost immediately dies.
To be continued because I am tired asf and I'm bored also asf
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