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Got put on a PIP today for shit no one ever mentioned to me before that isn't new plus some some stuff that it is only halfway accurate
#so ya girl looking for a new job#i was gonna stay here for a bit but I'm not dumb i know what a pip means#i read ask a manager#and ok I had a very personal falling out with my boss - who was also kinda my bestie - a few months ago#but this doesnt even seem personal it seems extremely and deeply impersonal#like you couldn't even tell me this shit that had been happening for months was a problem you just go from 0 to 60#and schedule this like its prepping me for your upcoming PTO but then three minutes into the meeting the CEO busts into the conference room#so also like why you being so weirdly sneaky about this man#on second thought this might be a little personal#but let the record show he's the one who fucked up first and pulled some real bitch ass shit#did i act up outside of work about it ya a bit not my proudest moment#i accept i kinda fucked up there only bc in addition to being a bestie who just fucked me over he is also actually my boss#AND HR!!!!#(my other work bestie has been saying 'told you hr is not your friend' since)#and im like ya i know i always knew i told you i knew the stakes!!#anyway don't text hr 'WHAT THE FUCK' on facebook even if they send you the worst shit before immediately logging off for the day#even if you know theyre the shittier person there you are still the one who looks worse on corporate paper#thankfully he did not actually ever write me up for that specifically it has just colored things since#including my treatment of him HE DOES NOT EXIST HE IS DEAD TO ME#my last supervisor was so horrible to me i went on medical leave bc of how bad she was triggering my PSTD#and i talked to her more in any given day than ive talked to you this month buddy#i hope you remember how many 'i really value our friendship' messages you sent me#which i never responded to with anything other than fumbling inability to accept love or sincerity#and i hope you feel bad!#i hope you spend a lot of time thinking how you fucked that up!!#i hope you always feel a little pang of 'ah fuck' any time you remember me for the rest of YOUR LIFE#bc literally all i asked was for you to believe im trying my best#its barely even factual and i wasnt asking you to disagree with anyones opinions that i wasnt doing enough#but just to acknowledge how hard i was TRYING#(WHILE I HAD COVID AND SPORADIC FEVERS FOR AN ENTIRE FUCKING WEEK FUCK YOU)
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There is no such thing as being pissed and not sleeping in your shared bed with Katsuki at night.
You have gotten pissed at him several times and been too upset to sleep in the same bed as him.
To be honest you only did it because you KNEW how much he looked forward to holding you at night. Heâd spilled his guts one night when heâd had one too many, about how much it calms him to be wrapped around you when he sleeps. Just knowing youâre safe and feeling your warmth mixed with his.
Youâd never told him about that night and maybe it was a little toxic using that against him when he upsets you butđ€·đŸââïž oh damn well.
But itâs not like it ever does you much good anyways.
You guys had gotten into an argument, so youâd gone and showered, getting ready for bed. Kats was already in there laying down and it seemed like he was almost asleep already.
(Men being able to fall asleep 2 minutes after their heads hit a pillow will never not baffle me)
Anyways you grab your pillow from your side and try to sneak off toward the living room.
âYa seriously doing this shit?â He grumbles at you.
âIm not going to sleep somewhere im not comfortable⊠so yes I am. Nightâ and you walked out of the room and closed the door.
You made yourself comfy on the couch and curled up. It took you a while to go to sleep because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you were always more comfy intertwined with him too. Heâs like a weighted, heated blanket.
It feels like you had just closed your eyes when you were slightly jostled.
You already knew it was Katsuki picking you up and carrying you back to your bed.
âPut me down. âM not sleepin with you ass face.â You mumble but find yourself snuggling closer to him.
âYour insults suck when youâre half asleep.â
âKatsu-â
âShut up. If you wanna fight more in the mornin thatâs fine but not tonight.â
âWhateverâ you didnât have it in you to argue. Also it wouldnât have done any good. He does this every time. Letâs you get just enough into your sleep that he knows youâll be pliable when he comes to get you.
Sometimes youâd wake and sometimes not but either way the next morning you woke up in your bed.
He laid you down and buried you under the blankets before he slid in on his side. Not like he stayed over there.
You felt his arms wrapping around you and his legs tangling with your before you felt a kiss pressed to the back of your neck.
â Exhausted and my body pillow wants to sleep on the couch,â and he let out this huge exaggerated yawn, â Ridicuousâ
Wow, so where you saw him as a blanket he saw you as a pillow. What a dork.
â I love you, canât wait to piss you off again tomorrowâ, he said into your skin but youâd already drifted back off to sleep.
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iâve never done this beforeâŠ
18 + only, please!
ellie x f!loser!reader
a/n: so basically i was on janitor ai because iâm genuinely an addicted freak and this was inspired by a chat i had :3 im also replaying tlou2 bc i cant stop i need it i need it i need it. also i think a LOT more things make sense now, so i think you should replay after u play it.
brief summary: ellie is ur big sisterâs best friend! but, unfortunately youâre dubbed an âannoying little sister,â your sisterâs not home, ellieâs high when she comes over, and ur a loser nerd who canât deal with confrontation :(. (au if it wasnât obvious!)
tw / DUBCON?, ellie is very mean, degrading, praise, pet names, reader is a virgin, small age gap if you really squint, porn without a plot, rushed sex, scissoring (tribbling?), use of y/n i thinkâŠ
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with a grunt, you pulled your pajama pants up the rest of the way. you were headed to the door after hearing seven hard knocks on the door.
âhelloââ you began, cutting yourself off when you see ellie, your sisterâs best friend. âellie?â you glanced behind her, then behind yourself. âsheâs not home right now.â
âyeah, yeah,â she slurred, and your lips went into a thin line from her state, so obviously intoxicated. âshe told me come ân wait. sheâs gettinâ her shit rocked, âr whatever. she dropped me off âya know? said you wouldnât mind. you donâ mind, do you?â
being such a caring person had its ups and downs. you werenât fond of ellie, and she wasnât fond of you. she had been your biggest bully throughout the entirety of middle and high school. but, you couldnât deny her entry. she could get hurt or worse, and you didnât want that. or to be responsible of it.
you adjusted your glasses, eyeing her with a thoughtful look. her eyes were halflidded, red, and she smelled disgusting. she eyed you right back, her stare almost intimidating.
âno, ellie. i donât mind,â you said begrudgingly, stepping aside to allow her in. you watched her make her way around the all-too-familiar home while you shut the door. you mentally prepared yourself for tending to her needs; you knew sheâd tell if you hadnât. you also prepared for the anger she would inevitably feel. she was an angry person when intoxicated. you leaned against the door and watched her opened the fridge.
âwhat do you got?â ellie asked, shutting the refrigerator and looking at you. âwhatâre you gonna make?â
âi donât know,â you responded and took a glance at the stove. you hadnât noticed what she took from the fridge, only gasping when you heard the familiar sound of a beer opening. âhey, hey, hey! thatâs my dadâs!â you watched ellie shrug and give you a âso what?â look. âstop it, thatâs not good for you!â you rushed over, reaching for the beer, but her rough hand kept you in place as she chugged it down. âellie, stop! youâre already high, thatâs gonna make it worse; ellie, stop!â
âand what the fuck do you know?â she asked as she slammed the beer bottle of the counter, âyou stupid fuckinâ loser, what the fuck is wrong with you? iâll do what-the-fuck-ever i want. youâre such a fucking lame-ass, you wonât even take a lil sip oâ this thing,â she stuck the beer can up to your mouth, which you turned away from, âthatâs what i thought, you stupid bitch. youâre probably a virgin, too, huh? you donât even try- nobody even tries for you. no man, no woman, no whatever. never been in a relationship, never been in fuckinâ nothing. you are such a fucking loser.â
your jaw was slack, almost looking like a fish out of water as it tried to shut and open.
âyouâre too high for this,â you said slowly, still shocked at her words. you took a step back, your back pressing against the island counter.
âyou donât know the first thing about âtoo high,â jackass. bet you never had a dick in you before. too busy studyinâ your stupid fucking books to be the good girl you are. canât even do this because youâre always beinâ a teacherâs pet, always beinâ a goody-two-shoes, know it all, fucking bitch. probably got a few toys like the desperate freak you are. maybe a dildo? nah, you want that pussy tâstay tight, huh?â you thought it couldnât get worse than the insults before, but this was insane. your eyes were wide, shock filling your features.
âellie!â you gasped in horror and embarrassment, âiâ iâm calling my sister!â
âyouâre a fucking snitch!â she giggled, pointing at you. âshe doesnât care what the fuck iâm saying to you. sheâs too busy slutting herself out to give a fuck about your pathetic ass, baby.â
âgo away, ellie,â you whimpered out, eyes at the ground. you attempted to push past her, but her hands gripped your wrists. âplease.â
âyouâre not getting rid of me,â she growled, her beer-breath filling your nostrils, âyouâre a goddamn joke. iâm not going anywhere âtil iâm good ân ready. you just know iâm right.â she leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek as she whispered deep into your ear, âyou just want my hands all over you, donât you, y/n? iâve seen how you watched me. you want a real womanâs hands on âya. all of over your pretty body, hm?â
âno,â you whispered right back, your brows furrowed. this was your sisterâs best friend. this was just⊠wrong; you couldnât explain it, but it wasnât right. and she was high! she didnât know what she was doing, what she was saying, but her touch felt soâŠ
âdonât you lie to me,â she huffed her breath hot in your ear, âyou wanna get touched bad. you know you do. you want my hands slidinâ down your pretty panties and touchinâ that clit. make you cum all on my hand. you want that, donât you?â
âellie,â you almost moaned out at her dirty talk, your brows knitted together in conflict. your hand went to cover your mouth as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pjs and simultaneously your underwear.
âlet it out, baby,â she told as your hand muffled a broken moan, âyouâre already so, so wet for me. this pussyâs just begginâ for my touch, huh?â her finger-pad ran across your clit and your knees buckled. she giggled in response, a lazy grin plastered on her face. âmm, ya feel that? thisâs what yâve been missinâ out on with all that nerdy bullshit you do.â her fingers slipped easily inside you, making your eyes roll with pleasure; another moan escaped your throat. âyâso tight. just like i thought.â she pulled her fingers out, quickly giving them a lick before tugging your bottoms down. âoh, babyâŠâ she moaned at the sight, licking her lips as she took you in. âlook at that pretty pussy. mhm, ân all fâr me, huh?â she knelt down, getting face to face with your cunt. âanswer me.â she kissed at your inner thighs. all you could do was watch, trembling under her dominating touch.
you yelped, jumping in surprise as she bit your thigh harshly.
âi said answer.â
ây-yes! all for you, âs all for you,â you whimpered, whining as her mouth finally met with your drooling pussy. your resolve had slipped away, only thinking about that needy, touch-starved vulva of yours. âoh, ellieâŠâ she grinned as she watching you come undone, your fingers slipping into her hair and tugging at it. she lapped and lapped at your clit, tongue running circles around the sensitive bud. she gave it a last kiss before she pulled away, smirking at your distress.
âpreview, baby. all that was. go to your room, mâfollowinâ you.â
you were anxious to walk, taking just a moment before giddily rushing to your room. the masculine woman easily followed your direction, shutting the door hard behind her as she pulled you down to the bed with her. her hands were immediately on you as you lay atop her, caressing and running down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing.
âyouâre so ready for me baby, arenât you?â she asked with a small smirk playing at her lips. âyou wanna grind that pretty pussy on mine, donât you?â
âi-iâve never done this before, i-i donât know what to do,â you admitted, although she already knew your circumstance.
âmakinâ me do all the work, you pretty lil pillow princess?â she teased, that same lazy grin on her face. she easily flipped you over, watching your eyes widen in surprise. âgod, how are you so perfectâŠâ she moaned softly to herself, her hands running down your sides, down your legs, and down your calves. she reached her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down quickly. you gulped as you eyed her pubic mound, her dark hair trimmed finely.. she lifted your hips up, appreciating your vulva once more. she used her thumb to lift up your clitoral hood, bending down to meet the pearl with her tongue. âmm, god, i canât get enough of you. pull your shirt up, wanna see those tits âve been wantinâ to see.â you did as you were told, quickly pulling your nightshirt up and showing her your breasts. a groan left her throat as her hands reached out to touch them, tweaking and rolling your nipples between her fingers.
âplease,â you whined, your head tilted back. âplease, ellieâŠâ
âoh, i know youâre so needy, huh? never done this before? never been touched so good by another girl bâfore, huh?â ellie teased once more, and all you could do was nod. it was all true. âsay it, baby. tell me how much of a loser you are.â
with an embarrassed grimace, you obliged, âi-iâm a big loser. âve never, ever gotten laid ân i wanna⊠oh!â you gasped as you felt the sensation of her pussy meet yours. âellieâŠâ her hips ground against yours, your clits bumping and running across each other.
âyou like this? my pussy all over yours?â she growled, rolling her hips to meet your cunt. âfuck, youâre so wet.â you moaned out, your hands trying to find a place to stay as they flailed. they gripped the sheets and you watched above as her pussy slid across yours. you both glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your bodies becoming hot with arousal. âyou feel so fucking good.â
âyes,â you cried, âmore.â and she gave you more, her hips rolling with fervor while you writhed in pleasure. âp-pleaseâ ellie!â
âyeah, scream my name you little slut,â she purred, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty face. âlet âem knowâ let the neighbors know youâre finally getting laid.â
you continued to moan her name, completely drunk on this feeling. she let out small little âjust like thatâsâ as your voice echoed off the walls of your room.
it was intense, your bodies moving together and so perfectly in sync. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your belly, slightly coating your skin. her hands gripped your chest as she ground against you, the position slightly awkward, but pleasing nonetheless as your heats mushed together in symphony. sloppy squelches filled your ears, almost drowned out by your moans and cries as she took you.
âiâm gonna,â you began, tears welling up in your pretty eyes, âiâm gonna cum, ellie!â
âyeah? right on my pussy? cum right on my pussy, baby,â she moaned, her hands reaching her cup her own breast. you moaned, following her command like a dog as your canal contracting around nothing, costing her slick folds in all your essence. your body convulsed as you came, and the sight forced a moan out of her throat. âyeah, thatâs it, my good girl, fuâck⊠iâm cumming!â with her orgasm following in suit, she gripped your leg hard, riding out her orgasm as you tried to come down from your own. you whined from the overstimulation, feeling her arousal spread out on your flesh. she shushed you, her index finger on your lips as she calmed her breathing. she dropped your leg, plopping beside you with a grunt.
ât-that was good,â you said to her, your eyes lingering on her glistening face.
âmhm, now you get to brag to aâll your nerdy, little virgin friends that you,â she jabbed a finger, âgot laid.â
âyouâre mean,â you huffed, a little pout on your face. she smirked, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and bringing you in to kiss.
âyeah?â she chuckled, âbut you like it.â
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When youâre ready
pairing: daryl x reader (no use of y/n)
warnings: smut, gentle daryl, not angry daryl, loss of virginity, fingering, pet names, unprotected piv, lmk if i missed any but i think thats it!
wc: 1,991
im not responsible for what you read. smut below the cut.
Daryl and you met when you stumbled upon the group at the quarry. Both of you were immediately attracted to each other, but of course the grump Daryl is, it took him a while to warm up and talk to you.
Itâs about a year later, your group staying in the prison now. Daryl has warmed up to you, he is now head over heels for you. He finally showed this when your group first arrived at the prison. Not long after, the two of you started dating.
There have been many times where the two of you have gotten intimate, but you eventually told him you were a virgin. Thankfully, he understood and told you to just let him know when you are ready and he will make it special.
Youâve wanted him to take your virginity, but every time it almost happens, you chicken out from being so nervous. But tonight might be the night. Youâre gonna try to not chicken out.
You and Daryl got a cell far from everyone else, but close enough to know if anything bad were to happen. It was late at night, pretty much everyone was asleep. You decided to take a much needed shower.
After you stepped out from the water, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back to you and Darylâs cell. It was silent, the only sound you could hear was the patter of your damp feet on the cold floor.
Daryl was still awake, you could hear the noise of him sharpening his arrows. You had found some old sheets and made a makeshift door to get some sort of privacy. You pushed aside the sheets and stepped inside, shivering a bit at the coolness of the air.
Daryl looked up at you, his eyes softening as a little smile grew on his face. âHey sunshineâ He never failed to make you blush with all his pet names. You mumbled a quiet âHiâ as you grabbed your clothes.
You had a pit in your stomach, Daryl didnât know that tonight you wanted him to take your virginity. He had no clue. But, he could read you like a book whenever you were upset, nervous, or angry. No matter how much you lied about being fine, he always knew.
âSomethinâ wrong?â Your back was turned to him, but you could feel his eyes on you. âU-uhm.. No, im alrightâ You swallowed loudly. There was shuffling behind you, then the warmth of his hands around your waist. âDarlinâ weâve gone over this many times.. I know when somethinâs wrong with yaâ
You let out a sigh, turning around to face him. âI-i..â Why were you so nervous? Heâs seen you naked before, touched you before, kissed every spot on your skin before, yet you were still so nervous. âI think.. Iâm ready..â Darylâs face turned serious. âYa sure darlin?â You nodded. Daryl nodded back.
âCan we do it right now..?â You averted your gaze as a warm blush crept up to your cheeks. He hummed in response, leaving kisses all over your face. He pulled you in closer, starting to pull off the towel that was still around your body. âIs this okay?â His voice was quiet and gentle. âYeah..â You sighed out.
Daryl nodded, taking off your towel completely. He took a step back and admired your body as if it was the first time heâs seen it. You blushed, feeling really nervous as he stared at you. âFuck yer beautiful..â He smiled softly as his hands went back to your hips.
As you started to kiss him, your hands went down to his belt. âCan I..?â Daryl nodded in approval, letting you unbuckle his belt. Then you popped the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down as well. Your hand lightly grazed the tent in his pants. He let out a quiet grunt and started kissing on your neck.
You pulled his pants down, letting him step out of them. He was in his boxers and shirt now. You tugged slightly at the bottom of his shirt, wanting him to take it off. Daryl got the hint and moved away from your neck, pulling his shirt off of him and throwing it somewhere in the cell.
Instead of going back to your neck, Daryl took you into a deep, passionate kiss. He held onto you as the two of you slowly backed up to the bed. Once the bed hit the back of your legs, you laid down as he followed you on top, his arms next to your body holding himself up.
He continued to kiss you, pushing the warmth of his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered softly as you two played with each otherâs tongues. One of his hands crept down your body, shivering under his touch.
He let a finger slowly graze over your cunt as you broke the kiss with a moan. âDaryl..â Your voice sounding so needy. You werenât gonna chicken out this time, you were too caught up in the moment to be nervous right now.
One of his thick fingers slipped into your aching pussy, all the way to the knuckle. You whimpered at the feeling, arching your back a little. As you grabbed onto his shoulders, he slid another finger in.
Daryl started to move his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace as you looked at him with lust in your eyes, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy. ââM stretchin ya out.. preparin ya for my cock..â He whispered into your ear, sending chills throughout your whole body.
You started to buck your hips slightly as his fingers went at a faster pace. âDaryl.. fuck.. im closeâŠâ He looked up at you with a smirk on his face. âAlready? We barely jus startedâ You whined at his teasing.
You loved when he teased you though during moments like this. Although you two have never had sex, youâve given plenty of blowjobs to him. He ate you out and fingered you plenty of times too.
His fingers curled up, going faster as you moaned louder. A hand slapped across your mouth. âYa gotta be quieter⊠Donât want anyone hearin ya.. savinâ ya from the embarrassment alright?â You nodded, thinking about what everyone would say if they did hear you.
His fingers still curled and thrusted at a fast pace as your body trembled, coming all over his fingers. It was crazy how much he could do to you without even fucking you.
You took him in a deep kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. âPlease⊠iâm ready⊠please Daryl..â He smirked at your neediness. This always turned him on, hearing you begging for him to touch you.
Daryl pulled off his boxers, chucking them over his shoulders. You shuddered when you felt his tip sliding across your folds. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
âIf it starts hurtin or ya wanna stop, you say somethinâ alright?â You nodded as he kissed your neck. Then, you whimpered as you felt the burning sensation as the tip of his cock pushed into you.
The pain wasnât terrible though, so you told him to keep going. As he was almost halfway, you grabbed his arms letting out a whimper of pain and pleasure. âI-itâs too much baby..â He peppered your face in soft kisses. âItâs alright sunshine, once I start movinâ the pain will be gone. You can do thisâ His little appraisal made warmth cover your face.
âOkay..â You sighed out, letting him push more into you. Once he bottomed out, he stayed still to let you adjust. He looked down at you, your back arched with your mouth open. âYou okay darlinââ You nodded as you fluttered your eyes open.
âY-yea.. it just hurts a little stillâŠâ Daryl nodded and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. After a moment, you felt alright and told him to start moving. He slowly pulled out, thrusting back inside as gentle as he could.
He leaned down, kissing your neck softly as you wrapped your arms around him trying to pull him as close as possible to you. âOh god.. DarylâŠâ Your legs wrapped around his waist, his thrusts speeding up a little.
The whimpers coming out of your mouth into his ear made him wanna cum right then and there. Daryl let out quiet grunts as he thrusted in and out of you, hitting your cervix every time. âFuck yer so tight..â He groaned into your ear, making you shiver. âYou like it? You like me fuckinâ yer little virgin pussy?â
The dirty talk made you moan, arousing you more if that was even possible. âYeah.. shit.. yeah baby..â A warm feeling started to take over your stomach. Your back arched as you grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets beneath your bodies. âFaster please.. mhpm.. im so close Daryl..â Although you never called him something like âDaddyâ, hearing you whimper his name was just as good. The name coming out of your mouth in such a whiny, needy tone.
Daryl pushed his weight into his arms as he held himself up more to look down at you. He thrusted into you faster, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder. He threw his head back letting out grunts as you let out moans, trying to be as quiet as possible.
âShit darlinâ.. âm so close.. fuck, you gonna cum all over this cock? Hm?â Your orgasm washed over you, nodding at his question letting out whimpers and moans. He fucked you so fast, the bed began squeaking underneath you two. Your nails dug into his arms as you arched your back, coming all over his cock as your body shook.
He groaned, his thrusts getting more sloppy and inconsistent. He hit your g-spot over and over, causing you to whine and whimper at the overstimulation. Daryl put his hand over your mouth as you became louder, but the moans quieted down once you moaned into his hand.
He fucked you insanely fast as you trembled under him. Daryl pulled out of you, coming all over your abdomen. âHngh.. Shitshitshit.. Holy fucking shit darlinâ..â He rested on his heels as the sound of both of you panting took over the room.
As you sat up, you looked down between your legs and saw a little bit of red, panic rising in your stomach. âAm I bleeding? Daryl why am I bleeding?â He looked into your eyes, sensing the panic as he cupped your face leaving gentle kisses everywhere.
âDarlinâ itâs okay its normal.. Nothinâs wrong it jusâ happens when ya lose yer virginityâ Tears were filling your eyes, nodding as you listened to him. His hand wiped under your eyes and he held you close. âLetâs get ya cleaned up, alright?â
Daryl got up and grabbed the towel you had used, wiping it over your abdomen and between your legs. You shuddered as your cunt was still sensitive. He grabbed your panties and helped you put them on, putting his boxers on himself afterwards.
He laid down next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you looked him in the eyes with adoration. âYa okay?â A small, sleepy smile crept upon your face. âYeah..â You sighed out. âThank you Daryl.. I love youâ
Daryl pulled you close to him, you nuzzling into his chest. âI love ya too darlinââ His warm hands rubbed against your back as you started to slip off into sleep. âGo to sleep babyâ He whispered into your head as he placed a kiss upon it.
You let out a soft hum, already halfway asleep. Daryl held you close as you fell asleep, chin resting on your head. Soon after, he fell asleep as well. This was just the beginning of his dick destroying you. He had much more in him than you witnessed tonight.
divider credits: @cafekitsune
please donât steal my work!!!!!!
i hope u guys enjoyed this i just made this up on the spot. please please please send me requests!!!!!!!!! im in writers block and it would really be helpful if i received some requests. ill do fics for negan, rick, daryl, and joel miller from tlou :))
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(Got a brain worm that I had to write. No plans to continue so feel free to take for yourself)
Batman was responding to reports of Harley Quinn running around Gotham. Joker had been put back in Arkham several months ago so there was a chance she was making a move to set him free again.
But apparently Harley was expecting him.
"Well finally! You sure know how to keep a gal waiting Batsy. Ive been running around all night waitin for ya."
When Harley turned to face him his eyes were immediately drawn to her stomach.
"You're pregnant..."
"Yeesh your manners are bad ya cant just say that!" Harley rolled her eyes before pausing with a sigh and a serious look that almost seemed out of place on her, "But yeah... I am."
"Joker?" Batman asked softly.
Harley nodded, "Thats why I was runnin around tonight. Wanted to get your attention." She looked down before continuing, "I was in denial about it at first. I was always careful with that birth control stuff ya know? And I didn't want it to be real. Before I knew it it was too late to... you know... but. But I dont think I coulda anyway. I know its selfish but I love em too much already. Thats why I need your help."
"I'll help in anyway I can." Batman told her, "I can set up a place for the two of you where Joker won't find you."
Harley shook her head, "No can do Batsy. Mista J wouldn't let me go that easy. Specially if he knows about my little puddin. And if I'm honest I love him too much to leave too.
"I need someplace to have 'im that won't tell. And... I want you to look out for him. Not like, take 'im in or nothing. If I see my baby runnin around as one of your birds in ten years I'll let you have it-" She sighed, "But find someplace away from Gotham and all this. I don't want this for my little puddin. I don't want him to turn out like me or Joker and his best chance is someplace else.
"Please Batman."
-
Bruce kept his promise to Harley. She gave birth in secret and Daniel was taken to the other side of the country to be left at a firestation with nothing but his name and a note from Harley saying she loved him.
When Daniel was adopted Bruce ran a background check on his new parents. Inventors who seemed to be researching some sort of renewable energy and already had a child. Seemed safe enough.
He checked the area when they moved to a small town in Illinois and it seemed safe enough even with the likely tourist trap of "most haunted town in America"
Daniel, or Danny as he seemed to prefer, got decent grades and had a few close friends. His grades dropped suddenly for a time but eventually they returned to their previous state so he didn't worry too much.
But when the boy applied to and was accepted into Gotham U, Bruce started to worry.
They had left Danny as far away from Gotham as possible. So what were the chances he should return?
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second best |3| hoshina soshiro
PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART 3
pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2k trigger warnings: a bit suggestive at the end author's note: i promised a part three so here it is, hope you guys like it! likes, replies, and reblogs are welcome but im begging you not to copy or steal my works. feel free to sign up for my taglist (which i swear im gonna use on the next fic lol), and i appreciate when people send me asks so let me know your thoughts (or send me hoshina pics, that'd be great too). my masterlist is here! also i gotta let you know that i might put the next fic on hold because i am so tempted to start a short nsfw collection instead - just one-shots so it won't be a lot of commitments. who knows cause i might write angst and nsfw at the same time đ
soshiro's hands were trembling. you noticed because it has not happened in a while - you cannot even recall the last time you've seen the man nervous, much less shaking. you were going to himeji that morning; hoshina had snatched your backpack from you - "when i said i would make it up to ya, i mean in every way i can," he said, sounding gentle and sincere that your only choice was to let him carry your belongings and blush as he also intertwined his fingers with yours while walking.
there is this story you have been hearing for a while - the red string theory, it is called. according to it, people who are destined to be together will always find each other despite everything and anything. when you were a kid, instead of thinking it romantic, you rather thought it is frightening - fate is a difficult enemy to go against: if it is meant to be, then it will be eventually. when you grew up, you held that belief as a prayer - it means that whoever is the one chosen for you may get lost on their way to you, but they will always - always - arrive.
you glanced at hoshina soshiro and you knew you were right to believe.
it was roughly a four-hour journey from tachikawa to himeji by train, and during the entire ride, even when he fell asleep for a short while, your boyfriend did not let go of your hand. you complained about your palms being sweaty as a joke, and he only loosened his hold. you understood - he is making it up to you, but he is also making up for all the wasted time. Â
"we're almost there," you told him when he startled from his nap. his bangs were slightly messy, and he bumped his head to your shoulders. "comfy," he hummed. you giggled.
you are still trying to navigate through dating a high-ranking officer of an anti-kaiju defense force unit. relationships aren't strictly forbidden but still frowned upon, which was a little bit of an issue between you and soshiro when you had a proper and long-overdue conversation about what you guys were. confessing is one thing, but when being friends is all you've known your whole life, you know adjustments are supposed to be made here and there.
 which brings you and him back to your hometown.
he didn't exactly disagree with you, but you are aware he had his reservations about the idea of visiting himeji. "oh i'm pretty sure soichiro-kun would be surprised," you said when you were still planning the trip. "yes, we should kiss in front of him and give him a heart attack," soshiro suggested, and you weren't hundred-percent sure he was just joking. maybe you didn't want him to be.
when the streets started to look familiar, soshiro noted the sudden bounce in your pace. you and he have walked in the same alley years ago - he would wait for you after class and would even make up some ridiculous excuse so you could go home together. "i used to pretend to be tired way back just so i could convince you to slow down. i wanted to spend so much time with you," you reminisced.
"i should have known ya were head-over-heels for me," he teased.
"they miss ya, soshiro-kun. ya don't have anything to worry about." the change in topic wiped the smirk off his face. he was suddenly serious, sad even. there was a part of you that regretted saying the words, but he had to hear it - you only wanted to reassure him after all.
"just that i haven't been here for a long while", he said, squeezing your hand. "i don't know if they think this place is still my home."
"ya need to have faith in the people you care about, soshiro-kun. ya need to trust that they care about ya too," you solemnly advised. "i know that doesn't make any sense sometimes, but that's how i do it."
"have i told ya i love you so much?" he responded, to which you smiled.
"only a thousand times," you joked once more.
the hoshina estate is a spacious one - you have to pass through an automated black gate that directs you to the main house, the cobblestone path lined with cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling when the wind blows gently; the grandeur of the home soshiro grew up in is undeniable with its traditional japanese architecture. a man with striking features and an aura of authority was waiting at the entrance, waiting for his son.
âfather,â soshiro greeted the man, bowing deeply.
âan embarrassment that your friend will be the one to bring you home when you could have done it a long time ago,â soshiroâs father scolded him. his stare at soshiro was that of disappointment, which quickly disappeared when he looked at you. âah, my dear, come on in, hurry, come on in,â he turned and said to you, inviting you in. the hoshina patriarch had always been fond of you - soshiroâs parents had wanted a daughter and they found one in you.
soshiro rolled his eyes. âmy fatherâs favorite child is my girlfriend, great,â he muttered.
the maids made you a great dinner, cooking soshiroâs favorite food per his fatherâs request. conversation was light, and it was apparent that the old hoshina wanted to catch up so badly on how his son was doing, inquiring in consecutive questions about soshiroâs rank in the unit, his experiences so far, and his long-term plans in staying with the force. soshiroâs replies are detailed, but you know he intentionally did not mention all the instances where he almost died fighting.
soshiroâs father regaled you both with stories of soshiroâs childhood antics - âdo ya remember, my dear, when soshiro tripped and fell on his face after training with soichiro? we were so worried, but he only fell asleep,â he recited the memory as if it was just yesterday., his kansai accent thick on his words. the tension that had lingered in the air had dissipated as you finished your meal.
âi had the guest room prepared for ya so ya can rest for tonight,â soshiroâs father had said when his son cut him off.
âno, we can sleep together,â soshiro declared, and thinking it might have sounded improper, he spoke again. âbeside each other, i mean. in my room. because weâre tired. from travelling all day," he attempted to clarify but failed.
âah, may i look forward to a grandchild soon from ya two?â color drained from your face as you slowly closed your eyes. you fought off a laugh but failed.
âya may, but we arenât doing that here of all places,â soshiro argued just as his father had turned his back on the both of you, amused with himself. at least now you know where soshiro got his sense of humor.
the hot shower felt great against your tensed muscles, and if you werenât that exhausted, you would have opted for a bath instead. soshiro wanted to speak to his father alone, so when he ushered you inside his childhood bedroom, heâd let you know that he would be gone while you were cleaning yourself up. you were relieved; you havenât seen your own father since you were a teenager, and it would be a shame to see it happening to the person you care about the most, not if you can do something about it. and this is not to say that you wanted to fix soshiroâs life - you pointed this out to him once - but heâs had a terrible habit of holding back and assuming the worst, so you had decided that if you could help him out, you would push him to the right direction.
âdidnât ya pack clothes?â his eyes were on you immediately after he came in, finding you on the bed with your phone, wearing his shirt.
âi did, but yours look better,â you replied, holding your arms out and showing him how oversized it is on you - the sleeves are passed your elbows, the hem reaching the middle of your thighs.
âthey look better on ya, i agree.â he sat on the mattress for a few moments before lying down, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. âya all good?â
âi am,â you said to him. âespecially because i scanned yer photos when ye're still little while ya were gone,â you informed him then showing him a folder you created in your device - baby hoshina soshiro folder, you named it - full of duplicates you made of the framed pictures of your boyfriend all over the house. thereâs one where he didnât have any hair at all; thereâs one where he was close to crying but appeared to be keeping the tears in; thereâs one where he was missing a tooth but smiling like thereâs no tomorrow. soshiro moved to take your phone away, but you were quicker than him.
âthis is payback, for all the times ya werenât talking to me.â you were alluding to the three long months when you were still an applicant to the defense force and soshiro acted like you were a stranger. he had apologized for it already, but it is nice to make fun of him sometimes so you brought it up. âthat hurt my feelings, ya know.â you laid down beside him, invading his personal space, your shoulders touching his.
âi was stupidâ, he said. âand itâs not like i could have come up to ya and said, hey iâm sorry for leaving ya in himeji, by the way iâm crazy for ya.â
âand all those times i thought ya had something with commander ashiro, oh god!â you exclaimed for effect. âby the way, the other recruits thought the same.â
âitâs not like that between her and me.â his gaze on you was brief. âitâs not like that with anyone else.â
âit better not be, because iâm leaking all yer baby photos to the first division if ya mess up,â you threatened him despite not needing to.
âi promise, i wonât.â he grabbed your hand from your side and linked it with his, cradling it to his chest before bringing it to his lips. âiâm not that stupid.â
soshiroâs childhood room was what you would expect from a teenage boy: a king-sized bed, a bookshelf of manga, a cabinet showcasing knives and blades. you never had the opportunity to enter his room even when you were kids, you realized. you looked up to the ceiling and you saw green dots that formed shapes - makeshift constellations, you recognized the patterns - little plastic stickers that you glue to surfaces. âare those supposed to be stars?â
soshiro sighed, his arm on top of his face. âyeah, uh - remember when uh - i think that was in junior high, and ye're so into astronomy? i thought itâd be a good idea to know the names of the stars to impress ya, so i started trying to memorize them.â
you shifted to face him, speechless. maybe if you had known this, if you had known the other things you are certain now that soshiro had done and was willing to do for you, you wouldnât have wasted years questioning your place in his life and deciphering his feelings. a wave of warmth washed over you as you reached out and lifted his arm off his face, meeting his eyes.
soshiroâs lips felt as soft as it looks like, you thought as you kissed him. you pushed yourself into him, and he pulled you tighter until it seemed there was not enough air for you to breathe - until your chests were pressed together it was as if your hearts were beating as one. something sparked inside you; the sensation of being so close to soshiro about to consume you from within. his hand crawled to your hips and remained there. you drew back a bit after that, and when you saw the panicked look on his face, you kissed him again.
âi love you,â you told him in between pants.
the night went on, and by the end of it, hoshina soshiro discovered that his favorite sound is you moaning his name.
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kitty cat azriel x f!reader
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summary: meow meow meow
warnings: fluffiest fluffđ„č
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"i kinda want to adopt a kitty." you say out of nowhere. cassian, who was blatantly talking about some new illyrian techniques, immediately shuts up.
"woah, why? you know im allergic to those things." he says brushing off his shoulders some invisible hair, always with his theatrical behavior. you roll your eyes, faking annoyance. "dont talk like this!"
"like what?" he asks confused. your little shopping walk near to an end as you take the street that will lead you to your house.
"you're talking about kitties as they were things. like, bad things." you explain, pointing an accusatory finger at him. he shrugs his shoulders.
"look at you," he chuckles, some dimples appear on his cheeks, visible through his beard. "acting like my opinion would change yours."
you smirk, an idea popping into your mind like a blinding light that you cant ignore. "you know what? you're so right."
"told ya." he winks. "so, what now? are we going to buy a cat?" he stops walking, waiting for your answer. you dont even think twice.
minutes later, you're in front of a pet shelter. "stupid me. i would have thought id die in a battle as a warrior. turns out im gonna die because of some stupid beasts." you ignore him, deeply offended by his little comment. instead, you look at him with a glare. "what? im stating the truth!" he shrugs his shoulders once again.
the little place is cosy and filled with cute pets. as soon as you open the door, a little bell informs the owner of your presence. cassian decided to stay outside, fearing an imminent death. you find it incredibly ironic, the general of the Night Court forces, an Illyrian warrior, scared of some cute little pets.
it doesnt take you long. with the help of the sweet owner, who turns out to be a old lady, you immediately find what you were looking for. as soon as you saw her, a lovely little cat sleeping in her kennel, you knew you had to give her a home.
"found it?" cassian is on your side the moment you step out of the shelter. a smile brightens your features. "yeppy!" you exclaim, excited and incredibly proud of your choice. the little cat rests on your arms umbothered, occasionally purring when you give her some soft caresses under her neck. "isnt she just so adorable?" you squeal.
cassian looks at you, then at the animal between your arms, then at you again, a look of disgust on his face. "whatever." he says. you roll your eyes at him, this time not faking annoyance. "you're so boring." you protest. "i dont wanna see you for at least a week."
"goodbye to you too, y/n." he laughs, waving with his hand as you enter your home. "and good luck with Az."
telling your mate you adopted a cat will be a funny mission. you know he wouldnt actually be mad, but you like to play with him too much. and he, unfortunately, likes when you play with him too much.
"azzie, how mad would you be?" you're laying together on the bed, the morning sun enters the room, kissing with warmth your skin.
"depends, love. what have you done this time?" he murmurs against the skin of your neck, his face hidden in your collarbone.
"wait, why do you always assume i did something?" you complain, putting some space to look at your mate straight into his pretty hazel eyes, a dramatic look on your face.
he smirks, a relaxed yet sleepy expression painting his face into the most beautiful shade of happiness. you can only believe you reflect the same emotions on your skin. "hmm, well, then tell me what would make me mad."
he shifts, trying to reposition himself closer just like moments ago. "let's suppose i feel alone when you work." you start.
maybe the choice of words wasnt the best one, since the look on your mate's face when you said that was pure horror. "i dont mean that!"
"dont ever do that again, please, love." he whispers, pressing a kiss on your naked shoulder. you always loved moments like this, slow and full of love and softness. its a shame, really, that you have to admit this little thing to azriel. "okay, azzie." you say, placing a sweet peck on his lips.
"go ahead, then." he encourages you. you smile trying to hide the fact that you're nervous, but of course azriel can feel it. "love, are we still supposing?"
you look at him in the eyes, biting your lip. "no, i guess you were right. i did something."
"its okay." he reassures. a scarred hand gently caresses your face. "just tell me. wont be mad, i promise." his words are muffled by your own skin.
"i was feeling alone, as i said." he nods and the gesture gives you time to take a deep breath. "i know its always been you and i..."
you can literally feel his heart skip a bit, and you almost laugh. "y/n... you said-"
you force yourself to fake guilt. its true, you did something, not as horrendous as bringing a third to your lovely relationship, but this doesnt mean you cant play a little with your mate. "i know, im sorry."
this time its his turn to put some space between you two, the pure look of betrayal makes your heart clench. it doesnt last long, tho. his face quickly changes in something more raw, rage fills his eyes.
"azzie..." you try to explain.
"how can you lay on this bed?" his voice is deep, cold. you know what he's trying to do - shutting down all the emotions, playing the spymaster role. "how can you-"
"azriel." you try again. he shakes his head, moving until your bodies no longer touch. it leaves you cold, and guilt fills you head.
"i... i need a moment." he explain, even tho he doesnt owe you anything. your hearts clenches in your chest.
"let me explain." he looks at you while he gets up to find some clothes. you dont let your gaze wonder on his perfect sculpted body, instead, you hold the eye contact. "its not what you think."
"its not what i think? and what should i think?" his words are red with rage, filled with venom. "you were feeling alone, and-" at this point, you cant hold a little giggle. "oh, you're laughing, now?"
"my love, you completely misunderstood!" his forehead wrinkles with confusion. he opens his mouth, ready to speak and probably ask for a further explanation, but you dont let him.
you get up, uncaring of the state you are, naked and vulnerable, and quickly disappear behind the door of your room. you appear seconds later, a nightie covering your body and your hands hidden behind your back. "little friend." its all you say.
"y/n, you better-" you show him what you're hiding, and he stops in the middle of the sentence. you can see how quickly his expression changes, you can feel every emotion he's feeling.
the first look is surprise, then confusion, then an adorable smile adorns his pretty face, lightening his eyes with joy. "love, i thought-" a laugh interrupts him, contagious to the point you let out a little giggle too.
"surprise!" you smile, bringing the little animal to your chest, cuddling it with little caresses between its ears.
his eyes soften, watching the scene with adoration. he walks until he stands right in front of you. "a cat?" he asks, he raises his hand tentatively and let him cuddle the little pet too.
you look at him through your lashes, putting on the sweetest and most innocent expression ever. "i was feeling alone..." he rolls his eyes jokingly.
"i hate you." he teases. you tease him back, a smile adorning both your faces. "nuh-uh. i know you love me, azzie." he chuckles, placing a naive kiss on your lips.
you carefully pass the cat to him. "so you're not mad?" he shakes his head. you watch as he caresses the cat's fur with his fingertips, the touch so soft its barely there. you swear you fall in love with this man more and more every day.
"do you already have a name?" he asks, but his eyes are still concentrated on the little creature he is holding. its so small that one of his hands is enough to cover it all. "no. all i know is that its a she. but isnt she so cute?" you squeal, hugging the both of them, careful not to squeeze the kitty.
"shes purring!" azriel realizes, he looks at you like a little kid that just got the present he wanted for so long. gods, you really love this man.
"she already loves you, azzie. look, she is also sleeping."
"and?" he asks. you answer as its the most obvious thing in the whole Prythian. "means she trusts you!" you press a kiss on his cheek, then a little kiss on the top of her little head, feeling the vibrations of the purr on your lips.
you stay silent for a bit, just enjoying the little moment and the new member of your family. its azriel who breaks the silence first. "kitty."
"what?" you ask confused.
"we could name her kitty. 'cause she's a kitty, you know." you giggle.
you repeat the name, tasting the sound on your lips. "kitty cat." you say almost like a proud mother. "i like it."
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( đđŁ đŹđđđđ ) you show chris your halloween costumes
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You had bought a couple of costumes. since you couldnât decide on only one. you purchased some for you, and some for both you and chris for couples costumes. Itâs your favorite time of year and you were determined to find the perfect costume for the halloween party coming up, wanting to look your best.
you had told chris to stay still on the bed as you scurried in the closet to find which costume to try on first. âi dunno why you canât just change in front of me, maâ chrisâs voice called out to you in the closet as he sat impatiently on the bed. His elbows behind hoisting him up as he lent back on the bed. His phone in his left hand for some kind of distraction as he waited for you.
âcus its supposed to be a surpriseâ you responded. Carefully stepping into the chucky costume you had ordered. Adjusting anything you needed to. âi hate surprises, I wâna see youâ you can hear him sigh as he spoke. You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you didnât care. His pain and suffering will be worth it when he sees you.
you chuckle at his whining, slipping on the knee high white socks with blue and red stripes that came with the costume on. Not knowing what shoes you were going to wear yet you decide to say fuck it and present the outfit the way it is. You grabbed the fake knife and walk out of the closet.
As soon as you stepped out chrisâs eyes dropped to the exposed flesh of your thighs. you stand in front of him, Hand on your hip, biting your lip in anticipation as you wait his reaction. Though by the look on his face, you can tell exactly what he was thinking without him uttering a word. âso..â you start
âya like?â your eyebrows raised, as you scan his expressions. He bit his lip, clearly not having the words right now. The costume isnât sexy enough, you both knew that. But the way your body looked in it was enough to get him going.
âturn around.â he said simply, his voice low, kind of like heâs holding back a moan or something. without hesitation you turn around, giving him a full view of the back. The way the piece of clothing barely covers your whole ass. Your cheeks very much exposed. If chris wasnât so hypnotized heâll stand up and smack it. But he knew there was more to come, he could control himself for now.
âdamn ma, you look goodâ he spoke, his blue eyes roaming all over your figure, taking you in. It was like a sculpture, a piece of art that he canât help but admire. you belong in a gallery, he always told you that.
âthank you baby, im glad you like itâ you smile at his compliment. ânext oneâ you return to the closet. Taking off the costume carefully but quickly.
chris on the other hand let out a strained sigh as you left his sight yet again, his hand going down to his pants adjusting his arousal he got just from looking at you. At first, he was not really feeling the whole surprise costume try on thing, he hated waiting. Especially when it came down to something for you to wear. One of his favorite things is watching you undress and get dressed so for him not being allowed to see any of that till you say so frustrated him. until he saw how you looked in the first costume, now heâs down to wait. Since he gets rewarded with the sight of you.
the next costume youâre putting on has to be on the list of your favorites, itâs your part of the couples costume for you and chris. Youâre velma, Heâs shaggy. You pulled the orange crop top down onto your body. the circle cut in between enough to show off your cleavage. You slip on the leather red short skirt , knowing that if you wear this in public. Bending down might be a hassle. Finishing the touch with the knee high orange socks you slip on the heels you got to go with it, giving you enough height to manipulate your normally short self.
âready?â you call out to chris, wanting to hear it from him first. It wasnât long before you heard an excited yes from him. You step out of the closet, this time with a wide smile on your face. You liked this one a lot. Chris let out a hiss at the sight of you, biting his pink lips once again. âgod ma, you driving me crazy hereâ he said
you chuckle at him âyou like it huhâ you say, turning around. âthe skirts short as hell thoughâ you bent down slightly, to prove your point but not enough to cause chris to get any more hotter than he already is but knowing him he will anyway.
chris nods immediately âyea that might be a problemâ he said, a hint of protectiveness and possession in his voice. His eyes glued to your ass. How the bottom of your cheeks were covered just barely. He did take note of the easy access though, knowing that if you arenât wearing panties he can slip in at any moment no matter where you are or what youâre doing.
âI got you the shaggy costume too, we can matchâ you said, it sounded like a question but it was a statement. He was going to wear the costume whether it was for the party or not, even just for pictures or something. The concept is too cute to pass up. He nodded in agreement, loving the idea just as much as you. Even if he didnât, heâd still do it, heâd do anything for you. you both knew that. âbetâ he replied
âim ready for the next oneâ he says, âhow much do you got left?â he tried to subtly adjust himself once again. âlike one or two left, i donât rememberâ you answer. You disappear back into the closet. Changing out of this one.
The next costume was the easiest. It was freddy krueger and you knew you didnât need to do much besides order a red and green striped sweater and cut rips and holes into it yourself. You refused to let chris see the finish product until now. You already owned a black mini skirt so you were pretty much set. Topping it off with your fishnets and the glove you step out of the closet.
The smirk on chrisâs face was priceless, youâre not sure if it was because of how short the skirt was, or the fact that your red lace bra was visible through the hole you cut in the middle for the sexy effect. âi like this one. simple but you look sexy as fuck in itâ he says, in a slight mutter
you take that as a victory. âokay the last one I think youâll like a lot, hold on to your socksâ you warn heading back into the closet
You change out of it and carefully step into the dress to your pirate costume, you made sure you got the shortest dress you can find. wanting this to be the one that brings chris to snap and lose his mind. you struggle for a second to strap on the corset on your own but you manage. Focusing on putting everything on correctly as you stand in front of the mirror in the closet. Luckily you had your own gold belt bangle piece to wrap around your waist. You pull your fishnet socks with the bow at the top on and your black high heels. Now this one was your favorite. It was sexy and the perfectly good costume for you, especially to wear at the party. You had more pieces to put the outfit together, like the bandana and a sword. but for now, itâs just the basics.
âokay this one is my favoriteâ you bit your lip as you step out. Chrisâs jaw practically dropped. From your thighs to your waist to your boobs, his eyes roamed . âthis is the one im wearing, I think..â you say. You scan his face.
he sits up straight. licking his lips he muttered, âcâmereâ
you walk over to him. now stood in between his legs. His hands trailed up and down the back of your thigh. sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his warm hands on your body enough to make you moan out loud.
âyou looked so good in all of those baby, youâre so beautiful â he lets out a hum. âbut this oneâŠâ
âthis is the one.â he bites his lip. your hands softly massaged and caressed his shoulders as you look down at him, his eyes admiring your lower half as his hands feel and roam over your thighs and backside. he can feel his pants get tighter as his arousal grows. Heâs been in heat this whole time that now itâs starting to hurt.
âthe things i wanna do to you in thisâŠâ he lets out a frustrated and lusty sigh. he looked up at you, his eyes burning with need and desire. His hands make their way under the dress. Tracing along the fabric of your thong. You moan softly when you feel his finger graze your center.
âtake these off ma, ..please..?â
ᄫᥠAuthors Note
idk how to feel abt this
this was supposed to be a blurb but
I think itâs too long for that đđ
anyways hope you like this I tried!!
more halloween content soon tho fr
xoxo paris
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#ᄫᥠsparklyskies0#ᄫᥠâ xoxo paris ââž á„«áĄ#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo imagine
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Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader
Characters- BlitzĂž, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli
Show- Helluva Boss
Genre- romantic, yandere
Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!
Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention
Word count- 1.5K
Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!
key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname
âââââââââââââââââââ
By this point you know who it is y/n, Iâm the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do
Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u canât eat it but itâll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??
the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didnât work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. thatâs the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, theyâre all fucking animals and urâŠnot, a fucking asshole i guess.
i drew you smth (itâs the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)
^glue
itâs me and u holding hands, like other couples do. weâre better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.
ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but itâs whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D
from the only bitch worth ur time,
blitzĂž
<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)
âââââââââââââââââââ
Hiya sweet cheeks!!!
Itâs Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ainât that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said itâs the best way to show thought and care to someone, so hereâs all my thoughts and care, just for you!
Howâve you been? Good I hope, Iâve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, theyâve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, weâll get to that donât you worry darlin.
Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ainât it so romantic?? Iâm practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swooninâ, thatâs what youâre doing, right?
Now iâm writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!
Until next time sweetheart,
Your Mills! âĄ
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Hi y/n,
Itâs Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. Itâs hard, for the both of us iâm sure, but weâll be okay y/n.
As much as I donât get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. Itâs a big deal, moving in together. Iâm sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, itâs a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. Thatâs why we need to be together, being only half a demon isnât good for the soul.
We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment heâs ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, youâll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.
Iâm running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? Itâd be nice, to hold something from you since I canât hold you yet.
All my love,
Your Moxxie <3
âââââââââââââââââââ
Uh, hi?
Wait, you donât put âuhâ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck
Sorry, Iâm new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?
Either way, Iâll send you these stupid letter things until itâs back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room heâs gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but heâll back off after a while. Heâs a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so iâm sure youâll get along.
Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. Youâll be like the co-secretary or something. You wonât be put in danger, I wonât let that happen, youâll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.
I guess iâll see you soon, how do you end these?
See you,
Love from,
Regards?
Bye y/n,
Loona.
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My dearest y/n,
I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. Itâs quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I canât help myself from desiring a response. I know, itâs selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when youâll be here with me shortly, but I canât keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.
Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties Iâm facing with no response from you, but thatâs alright. If you canât write back to me dear, I wonât pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isnât that exciting?
I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if thatâs more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.
We truly are written in the stars!
Yours until the end of the sky and then some,
Stolas.
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Hey there baby,
Itâs been a while, huh? Iâm sorry if you feel neglected babe, itâs so hard keeping in contact with you when youâre so far away hun. Wouldnât it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure Iâve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but Iâd be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful âbusinessâ discussions. They barely talk business with me, itâs just complete bullshit babe.
I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though thatâs a secret, letâs keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.
Itâs so boring over here without you, I feel like iâm just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. Weâd have so much fun together babe! Canât you picture it? Even if you canât yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.
Sincerely yours,
Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo
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Heya cutie!
Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought theyâd be yâknow? Iâve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I canât see your reaction to my words which means I canât fix any mistakes Iâve made :(. Iâm sure I havenât made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?
Hah, Iâm asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I donât know what iâm worrying about! Weâre meant to be together. I know itâs super sappy, but weâre like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! Thatâs why Iâm bringing you home soon, I canât wait! Iâve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!
And, the best news, I quit my job!! àŒâ-ËË àŒâ-ËË This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you donât have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! Iâm my own clown! Or, well, your clown.
I canât wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P
Love from,
Fizzarolli !!!! àŒâ!!,-!ËË!!!
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Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny âSoapâ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made weâll probably never see Neil as his boy again.Â
Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, donât forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!
Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.
Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup
âBhean,â he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. âI'm getting serious deja vu.â
âTalk to me, Goose.â A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.
âI have this crazy memory,â he mumbled into her neck, she always worried heâd hurt himself craning it down like that so often.
âWhat about, donât leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.â
âDo you remember our first time together?â
âSkiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.â He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.
âMaking love, Bonnie.â He hummed, âwould you believe me if I told ya itâs because I had done it before?â
âConsidering baby you told me heâd call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.â She hummed. âYou also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.â
âWhat if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.â It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didnât want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong.Â
âHe does really want to impress me,â she mumbled. âFine. But thereâs ground rules.â
âOf course, Mo chridhe, anything.â
âJust the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I donât fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.â The Captain nodded with every word. Heâd make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didnât need a scorched relationship.
âThank you, Mo leannan, itâs what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.â
âSo it was a memory and more than deja vu?â She asked with a raised brow.
The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, âyouâd tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?â
âJohn.â She was serious, she never called him just âJohnâ. âI expect the same from you. And youâd know Iâd never keep that from you.â
She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. âI assume you donât plan to do this on base?â
âNo, but thatâs the hard part.â âIâll handle it, go tell the mini you,â she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.
The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.
He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. âMy wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.â He said in a low deep voice. âI will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.â Once he covered his wifeâs, he got on to his own, âdo not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and donât try anything.â Sergeant Soap nodded along, âIâm not sure youâre actually listening, sergeant.â The Captain growled. Soapâs eyes went wide, âCaptain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.â The younger Soap grumbled, âbelieve me, Iâm all ears.â âAnd none of that âI have a latex allergy so I canât wear condomsâ crap. I know we donât have that allergy. You will be wearing one.â âYouâre so noâ fun,â Soap mumbled. âFine.â
The Captain didnât entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldnât be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows heâd get jealous, way too jealous. Besides itâs his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.
âSo when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?â Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.
âYa mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-â the Captainâs rage was cut off. âTomorrow night. Iâll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.â She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder.Â
The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captainâs eye. The Captainâs raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing.Â
When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. âRemember the rules?â âOf course.â
âCanât believe you still own this truck.â âSheâs carried me through a lot.â âWhen you meet YOUR wife, sheâll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.â
The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captainâs phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. âMo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibratorâ
âYou expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?â
âIts a teaching experience, mo leannanâ
âI donât want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3â
âDoes she think ima div?â Soap looked at the Captain and asked. âReading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.â
âDoes she think I canât make her feel good? Or make her feel like sheâs on Eccie?â
âNo, she just doesnât want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.â
âSo she thinks I'm a fandan.â
âDinnae fash yersel.â The Captain sighed, âweâre here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.â
When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.
He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.
âGo strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when youâre done, we need to talk.â The Captain said sharply.Â
âAye aye Captain,â the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom.Â
The Captainâs hands immediately found his way to his wifeâs hips.Â
âAre you nervous?â He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.
âOf course,â she said softly into his chest.
âDo you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.â
âDo you need me to want to back out?â She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.
âNo, I donât think so, mo bonnie lass.â He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. âGive me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.â
âTwo levels of safe words?âÂ
âJust in case I donât hear the first one, heâs kinda loud.â She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.
âBubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.â
âMy old callsign?â
âI never call you anyway,â she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âCan I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?â All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe.Â
The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.
He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.
âI thought you said I couldnât bite!â He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wifeâs chest.
âYOU canât, I can.â This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeantâs face. âMy wife, remember. Not yours.â
His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him.Â
Captain MacTavish moved to his wifeâs ear and whispered softly, âmay I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?â
âGu sĂŹorraidh is gu brĂ th,â she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.
âShe knows the language?â Sergeant Johnny asked.
The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, âlearned a little bit for me.â
The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, âglad to know you havenât started shaving yet.â
âYou trim?â
âOccasionally,â the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, âI wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesnât care.â
The Captain locked his fingers with his wifeâs, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.
âHow are you?â He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. âReady as I can be,â she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.
âSergeant, come here.â The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldnât help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wifeâs knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding herâs. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wifeâs pussy lips apart with his fingers. âYa see that?â
âYes.â
âYes, sir,â John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wifeâs softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didnât have her yet. That she wasnât his wife yet, that he didnât have the liberty to mark her body yet. âGet to work,â the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didnât need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.
The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.
âCheckin in with ya, are ya doing good?â he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldnât focus, her mouth gaping and shutting.Â
She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. âSheâs even prettier from this view,â Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.
âShe donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,â Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. âDonnae force it in, go in slow.â
Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wifeâs ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didnât dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.
He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wifeâs face, holding her hand. She was more than used to Johnâs dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnnyâs pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didnât have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.
Once she started to grind her hips, Johnnyâs face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.
John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.
The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up.Â
A nice ring built up around Johnnyâs cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husbandâs voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.
It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadnât been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.
John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave.Â
Johnny didnât know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.
John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."
#cod x reader#call of duty#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mactavish#captain mactavish#soapitup
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Girlll how about Miguel x Hispanic!Wife! Reader and Miguel comes home all beaten up and shit with his suit glitching and she asks what happen and he explains how he chased down miles and she yells at him for beating up a child. Like full on Hispanic mom mode then she gets all soft with him and patches him up and cooks him something nice đ
YOU WHAT?
omg bettt, sorry this took so long, I wrote it and forgot to save it before closing the app and lost everything đ
Miguel OâHara x Hispanic!Wife Reader
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Warnings: Swear words
You and Miguel had been married for some years, you both met at the spider society, but ever since you got pregnant Miguel became too protective of you and insisted on you taking a break, he didnât want you to make too much effort and hurt yourself, or even worse, he couldnât handle the thought of losing another child or losing you, so eventually you gave in to his wishes and took a break.
You were cleaning your house (even though Miguel told you he would do it when he came back) while listening to songs that youâre sure you learnt from listening to them when your mom cleaned when you were younger, you know those sad old lady songs like the ones from Amanda Miguel, Pimpinela, RocĂo DĂșrcal, and artists like that âAmor, de verdad pareces una señora dolidaâ (Love, youâre acting like a depressed old lady) Miguel told you once when he came home to you screaming your lungs out to AsĂ No Te AmarĂĄ JamĂĄs as if you had been through three divorces and four infidelities.
Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door aggressively open and heavy footsteps, you became excited as you knew that Miguel had finally arrived, but when you heard that he was stumbling around and you turned to him you were shocked. You saw your husband covered in bruises and wounds, and his suit was glitching, you hadnât seen him like that in such a long time, you werenât even sure that you had ever seen him that bad.
Hearing him groan in pain pulled you out of your shock state and you soon started to realize how messed up he actually looked.
âAY MIGUEL, QUE CHINGADOS TE PASĂ?â (AY MUGUEL, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?) you asked shocked
âNothing, im fi-â he couldnât even finish his sentence without whining in pain
âAy no, no me vengas con esas mamadas de que no te pasĂł nada y que no se que chingados, no puedes ni siquiera decir una oraciĂłn completa y dices esas pendejadas de que estĂĄs bien? Yo no soy pendeja y tu lo sabes Miguel, a mi no me ves la cara. Dime que chingados te pasĂł antes de que yo me entere por mi cuenta.â (Oh no, donât come tell me that dumb shit of nothing happened, you canât even finish a sentence and you say that youâre fine? Iâm not dumb and you know it well Miguel, you are not lying to me. Tell me what the fuck happened before I find out by my own)
âI already told you iâm fine my love, you donât need to worry about me, reallyâ he was now sitting down on your couch
You approached him and you now had a clearer view of his wounds âAy no, mĂrate cĂłmo estĂĄs, no no, estoy bien mis huevos, iiiih, no mames me estĂĄs manchando mi sillĂłn, neta si no me vas a decir que te pasĂł mĂnimo dĂ©jame ayudarte con tus heridas amorâ (Look at you, no no, Iâm fine my ass, oh my god and youâre staining my couch, if youâre not gonna tell me what happened at least let me help you with your wounds love)
âYou really donât need to, I can do it mysel-â
âYa cĂĄllate, te voy a ayudar porque te voy a ayudar y tu te vas a dejar, y si no te dejas donde vea que se te infectan las heridas vas a ver eh cabrĂłn?â (Just shut up, Iâm gonna help you and youâre gonna let me, and if you donât if I see that your wounds get infected youâre done understood?)
âNo te vas a rendir verdad? okay fine you can help meâ (Youâre not giving up are you?)
âGood, it wasnât a questionâ you smiled at him while heading to your bathroom to get your emergency kit which you always kept even if Miguel told you to throw it away or that it wasnât necessary multiple times.
You came back to your living room and started cleaning Miguels wounds âSo, youâre gonna tell me what happened to you or?â
He sighed âMiles..â he said almost whispering
âHm? say it again? I canât hear you corazĂłnâ
âMilesâ
âMiles? as in the kid you told me about?â he nodded
âHe couldnât have possibly done this right? heâs a kid, you said so, tell me the full storyâ
âHe went to HQ, Gwen brought him⊠he broke a cannon event and destroyed a universe, then I had to tell himâ
âAbout? go on mi cielo, Iâm all earsâ
He sighed âI had to tell him⊠about his cannon eventâ
âOh⊠Iâm guessing he didnât take it wellâ he shook his head
âHe wanted to save his dad even if it destroyed the universe, I had to chase him down, I had to tell him that he was an anomaly, Every single spider in the society chased him down and he still beat our asses and managed to escape, I was so close to fucking ending with it once for allâ
âYOU WHAT? A ver cielo, dĂ©jame ver si entendĂ, HICISTE QUE UN MONTĂN DE ADULTOS PERSIGUIERAN A UN NIĂO Y DESPUĂS CASI LO MATAS?â (YOU WHAT? Okay, let me see if I understood, YOU MADE A BUNCH OF ADULTS CHASE DOWN A KID AND AFTER THAT YOU ALMOST KILLED THE KID?)
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âSabes lo que le pudo haber pasado a ese niño?! Que habrĂas hecho si lo hubieras matado eh?â (Do you know what couldâve happened to that kid?! What would you have done if you had killed him huh?)
âY/n you donât understand, he wouldnât listen to meâ
âNo, I donât understand, heâs just a kid Miguel, of course heâs gonna try to save his dad! itâs logic!â
âThen what was I supposed to do huh?!â
âI DONT KNOW, MAYBE NOT TRY TO KILL A KID?â
âLook, Iâm sorry, I just wanted what was best for everyone, I didnât want him to deal with the guilt of making an universe come to an end, Iâm so sorry , I promise you that I will try to fix everythingâ he said sincerely
âYou should be apologizing to the kid, not me, but donât worry as long as you make an effort itâll be okay, just donât try to kill kids again, and- oh my god, I didnât finish cooking your food, okay, ahorita regresĂł mi amor, y ni se te ocurra moverteâ as much as you wanted to be mad, you just couldnât resist him, you brought him food and continued to heal him until he was as best as he could be.
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boothill x preachers daughter
tw : religous themes, slight implication of freaky, erm bad and rushed, i didnt proof read either đđ
-Michelle pfeifer - ethel cain
Boothill was often out at night, his family owned a small ranch a little south of the small town you lived in. You knew of him of course, everyone did. He often did some petty crimes, smoking, stealing from people, getting in fights. He was troubled, often coming into church on Sundays with his family begrudgingly.
He entered the southern style church, looking over at the rows of towns people whispering amongst themselves. Hiding away what they've done before, as if attending could simply wash away the tracks of their sins.
Sitting there with a sour look on his face, as your father preached about how to repent and cleanse your souls seemingly being aimed at boothill. As well as informing the town that the yearly baptism & church picnic was coming, and for those who wanted to be accepted to speak with his wife.
Every time he entered the church he saw the back of your pretty head. All done up with a bow, in your Sunday best. He watched as you highlighted and taking notes in your white bible. Your flushed cheeks, the point of your nose, your soft tinted lips, the frills of your dress. You were the towns girl, always dressed in pretty dresses and on her best behavior. Like a doe, innocent, beautiful, graceful. Boothill was like a snake, with the temptation and promise of leading others astray. Poisoning them, leading them astray from the grace of god.
As his thoughts came to a close he saw everyone getting up, and the pastor finishing up his sermon. He was hunched over, hands in his pocket as a soft hand tugged on his forearm.
"boothill" your soft voice echoed in his head, 'she knows my name?'
"uh.. yeah?" he asked nervously meeting your eyes.
"your not going to get baptised?"
"Why would I? everyone in here is fake as hell, I like to enjoy my you-"
"you're going to hell" you interupt, your brown eyes looking up at him.
"You can't be saved unless you change, ya know." you say stepping back and hugging your bible. "Your loved, you got everythin' and you live like that"
"the hell you mean by that" he snapped, but before you answered your father pulled you away to tend to other followers.
"I told you not to speak to him" your father whispered as he lead to the others "I was helping" you whisper back.
"He's beyond help baby"
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He was out in his fathers wheat field, stargazing. A dimly light cigarette rest on his lips. His mind thinking of what you said, how he had everything yet he still rebelled. He tried his hardest to think of why, he shrugged it off as just wanting to be free from this shit small town.
His thoughts once more interrupted by a small hum, seeing you walking along the fence. Your hands behind your back, as you walked along the fence. God you were beautiful "hey!" he shouted getting up and standing on the other side.
The sweet sound of you hums stop as you look at him.
"made up your mind?" you ask looking into his eyes.
A fence between the two of you, a divide he placed a hand on the fence "fuck no, what you doin' out?" he ask looking around looking for any sign of your family.
"I like to go on walks"
"alone?"
"this town gossips like wild fire, if i do something it'll get to my daddy before I even return home. I ain't stupid like you" you say with an edge
"I enjoy my life" he scoffed putting out his cigarette.
"change is good"
"no it ain't"
"some times it is" you insist.
"why are you so insistan-"
"I want you to change"
"why? I'm a lost cause darlin' your daddy said so too" He added sitting on the fence
"...I don't think so, I wanna talk to yo-"
"the hell? why?"
"...I like you, your everything I'd like to be" your brows scrunching as you hear your own words
Your words hit him like lighting, you wanted to be like him. "why? You got everythin' your families perfect, y'all rich, you love eachother-" He could give you a million reasons why your family was so looked up upon.
"no, daddys.. Gone a lot, mama drinks, my kid siblings just do whatever daddy wants them too.." you said looking away.
'but I could tell that you wanted out of the family.'
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So began boothills journey to salvation.
He gets baptized, and for the first time he doesn't get tugged away from you.
The both of you are on a swing set, talking about the most mundane things. Your favorite food, his favorite color, your hobbies anything he could to distract you from the town.
it was often cute dates like this, at the dinner, the lake, anywhere.
yet
he was a bad influence, even if he was 'fixed'. He wanted to show you the world outside of the church.
So on one of the days where your father was out and your mother was drowning in her wine cabinet.
the both of you, sat in boothills twin bed drinking some beer he'd stolen from the local store.
Things got hazey from there, you didn't remember much.
Other than boothill slipping off your purity ring, and slipping off your sunday best.
-
He'd become your world
Your everything
the very sin you'd had been protected from.
Your family had learned to accept him, and your friends envied you.
Yet he left,
just like that.
Packed his bags took his dads truck, and left.
You accepted it, moving on but always thinking of him sending him letters you were never sure reached him.
Eventually you dropped off the last letter along with the ring he'd made you, in his jewelry class
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Dear, Boothill
where did you go?
This is my last letter, I don't know if you get any of them. But I'm finally leaving you behind, like you did with me.
You're like a demon that follows behind me, a reminder of our time and our fun. I can't deny I didn't like it, made me happy.
It makes me happy,
Especially when you changed just for me.
And just for you to leave.
Did you even exist?
or
was it me?
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sorry if it started off good then slowly got worst i forgot where i wanted to take it, so YAAY i finished it tho :)
i havent been playing hsr but i will be pulling for sunday :D
actually ive been into the silent hill 2 remake and detroit become human :P
BYEYEEYEYU for now
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noncon dark rafe who slaps reader bc he came home from work and sees that reader didnât make dinner. It should be ask dark as possible and im comfortable with noncon as well â€ïž
Mr. Nice Guy
You knew rafe would be upset. It was your fault. You knew better, you should always know better.
You jumped as Rafes fist slammed against the wall.
You knew better than to react.
âI come home from work and all I ask, all I fucking ask y/n, is for dinner to be readyâ he gets up in your face as he screams so loud a dab of spit flies against your lips.
He grabs your hair hard, yanking your head back as he admires your neck all the way up to your face. Your trembling and rafe can feel your body shake, it turns him on. You being terrified of him. He likes making you feel small, makes him feel like more of a man.
âItâs your job to have these things done for me, honeyâ his voice is softer than earlier but the intent of his words are still there. He owns you, your mind, your body, your soul. Your his to treat as he likes and in return you succumb to his every need.
He didnât say anything else. Silently staring at your face with both love and disgust, lust and hatred. âDo you understand?â
He didnât give you the chance to answer as the back of his hand swat across your face. âAnswer me, slutâ he screams against your cheek, his hot breath making your body shaken even more.
He lets your body go and takes a step back as he sinisterly chuckles. You hear the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling and you rethink all your life choices that led you to this current situation. âI think- I think you need to learn a lesson. Huh?â
You look up at him, tears streaming down your red cheek. You push yourself further away from him until your back hits the wall. You donât want too, you know it wonât end any other way and fighting will only make it worse, but you donât want too.
You hear his zipper next and your tears pour harder. Youâve mastered holding your sobs in, from being in thousands of different situations likes these. Thatâs why you know thereâs no other way out of this. You get on your knees and push your hair back before wiping your tears and taking a deep breath.
âHope you know I wonât be easy on yaâ he grips your hair with one hand and uses the other to smack his cock against your cheek indicating for you to open up.
You do as your told and he stuffs your throat, making you gag right away.
âThere you go, you dumb bitch. Take it, all the way. Thatâs itâ he starts thrusting at a fast pace till his tip reaches the back of your throat.
âGood girlâ he yanks your hair harder and you force your teary eyes up at your boyfriend. You deserved this, you were a bad girlfriend and you needed to make things right.
He thrusts in and holds his cock down your throat, cutting off any air from getting into your body, âNext time make sure dinners ready when I come homeâ
He pulls back and thrusts further in, âdonât think this will be a good enough apology, might have to force myself into that tight pussy tooâ
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I Get Scared Too
⥠Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: You have a close call during a mission, and back at the compound Bucky seems to be distant and cold towards you.
⥠Warnings: angst, fluff, reader injury, mentions of gunfire, hints to anxiety attack
A/N: this idea was from a dream i had (im a lucid dreamer). i have been writing in a dream journal since elementary school, so you can imagine the dreams i have jotted down đ
The mission hadnât gone to plan, shocker, but everyone kept all their limbs and were able to walk back to the quinjet.
You had a close call, you didnât see the previously passed out agent sitting back up raising his gun to your back. Obviously before he could fire somewhere vital, Natasha had taken him down, faltering his aim. Although the bullet had skimmed you deep on your hip.
It was hardly life threatening, but Natasha being a protective best friend, scolded you for being reckless. You knew her intentions were good, and that she cared about you, but it didnât stop you from being annoyed at her treating you like a kid.
She eventually walked to the other side of the quinjet, leaving you to your thoughts. You thought you had done really well, taking down twice as many enemies than last time. But of course, everyone always focused on your flaws, what you had done wrong.
When the quinjet finally landed back at the compound, you were the first one out, having a slight limp from the discomfort in your hip. But otherwise didnât mind it, you wanted to find your favorite person and tell them all about the mission.
âFRIDAY, whereâs Bucky?â You called out to the air once you were inside.
âBucky is currently in his room, Miss (Y/n).â She announced, making you smile in excitement.
The mission had only been a three day trip, but you had missed him the second you stepped on the quinjet.
Arriving at his door, you knocked three times, hearing shuffling from inside. The door swung open to reveal an unhappy looking Bucky, causing your smile to waver. Assuming he was just having a bad day, you smiled wider and stepped forward to hug him.
âHi Buck, I missed you.â You mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tighter when you didnât feel him hug back.
His body tensed, and immediately you released him and stepped back. You were confused at what was wrong, his face was cold. You were hurt that he hadnât hugged you back, wondering if you had done something to make him mad.
âMissed ya too um... You should go (Y/n).â He spoke finally, his voice holding annoyance.
You blinked up at him and shook your head, fully confused now.
âBuck whaâ whatâs going on?â You asked hesitantly, anxious that Bucky was being so short with you so suddenly and you didnât know why.
âNothing, I just wanna be alone.â He told you, and your heart broke for two reasons.
One, the thought of Bucky having an episode and you werenât here for him made your heart hurt.
And two, he always came to you when he was upset and the fact that he didnât want you with him⊠It stung.
You stared at him as your eyes started to water, your bottom lip starting to quiver. Your heart ached, but you wanted to respect his need for space. You didnât know what else to say, and considering the lump forming in your throat, you decided to keep it short.
âAlright yeah, of course. Iâll⊠See you at dinner then.â You told him, watching him retreat back into his room and slam the door, making you flinch.
You were frozen in place, staring at the door expecting him to come back out and tell you it was all a prank. But several minutes passed and you were still staring at the door.
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You pushed the food around on your plate, keeping your eyes casted down. You had tried to get Bucky's attention, ever since you watched with glossy eyes as he passed his usual seat next to you, and instead sat at the other end of the table. He was avoiding your direction and never attempted to make eye contact.
Bucky giving you the cold shoulder, being silent with you was extremely painful. Considering how well you two communicated and talked, you were the one who had brought him out of his shell. It hurt so bad your chest ached physically.
Out of nowhere, you were slamming your fork down on the plate with a loud clank, causing everyones attention to snap to you.
"What's the matter with you cupcake?" Tony asked you, taking a sip from his wine glass.
Feeling embarrassed from everyones stares, you snuck a glance at Bucky at the end of the table, surprised when you met his concerned eyes.
You scoffed, shaking your head in bewilderment. He had no right to act concerned, after ignoring you. You almost felt bad for him, thinking he was having a bad day, but after you watched him chatter playfully at dinner with everyone, you realized it was only you he didn't want to speak to.
"Hello? Earth to (Y/n)!?" Tony announced, banging on the table to get your attention when he noticed you spacing out.
Everyone was concerned about you by now, all watching you carefully. You glared at Bucky and stood up without answering Tony, pushing your chair back and quickly exiting the dining room.
"Must be her time of the month." Tony mumbled, earning a slap to the back of the head from the redhead next to him. "Ow... What?!"
"Shut up Tony." Natasha rolled her eyes, turning to Bucky and giving him a 'What did you do' look.
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Laying in bed on your side, you pulled the blanket tighter to your chest with a sniffle. You began to turn over on your other side when your hip throbbed painfully at the movement. The waves of pain had your body shuttering, your eyes filling with fresh tears, rolling down your flushed cheeks.
You blamed your tears on your hip pain, but all the emotions youâd piled up since youâd gotten back from the mission was weighing on you now.
Light knocks sounded from your door, causing you to tense up and turn your back to the door. You didnât feel like talking to anyone, especially if it was him.
â(Y/n)? I know you heard me.â Natasha muttered, opening the door, letting herself in.
âWhat do you want Nat?â You snapped, not meaning to take out your frustrations on her.
âYou wanna tell me whatâs going on? Your little scene downstairs has everyone worried.â She told you, earning a scoff from you, still refusing to face her.
âItâs nothing.â You sighed, wishing she could leave so you could attempt to sleep your issues away.
âDidnât seem like nothing.â She retorted, huffing in annoyance when you stayed silent.
You were staring at the wall, biting your lip, trying to hold in your built up emotions. Too busy to notice Natasha whispering to another person entering the room. It was when you felt the edge of the bed behind you dip down that snapped your attention back.
âHey doll,â Bucky greeted, âHowâs your hip?â
You twisted your body back facing his worried form, but your eyebrows were furrowed on how he even knew about your injury.
âHow did youâŠâ
âNat told me.â
Rolling your eyes, you were cursing under your breath. Throwing the blanket over your head in attempt to hide.
Your blanket cocoon ïżŒwas quickly ripped away by Bucky, pulling the blanket all the way down below your knees. His eyes dancing around your bandaged hip, clenching his jaw at the red seeping through the white gauze.
â(Y/n), is your hip feeling okay? Do we need to change itââ
âIâm fine!â You snapped, âNow go away.â
You weâre looking everywhere but his eyes, knowing youâd break down if you saw the disappointment in them.
Bucky was taken a back, but he couldnât be all that angry when heâd brought all this on himself. He just got into this weird headspace when heâd heard the mission report, hearing that youâd been hurt. He realized it wasnât fatal, but he didnât like seeing his girl hurt at all. He realized he took it a little too far, he didnât mean to make you upset the way he did. Heâd shut you out and he felt like his old self when heâd first arrived at the compound again. Anxious and closed off, pushing you away when he really wanted to pull you into his arms and tell you how much he loves you.
âDoll, talk to me.â He practically begged, his metal arm whirring, having to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.
âWhy are you ignoring me?â You rushed out, your voice louder than you intended it to be, âIs it because I messed up on the mission? A-are you disappointed in me or something? Huh?â
Your chest was rising and falling in a fast rhythm, your mind going haywire at the possibilities of why Bucky was suddenly indifferent with you. Your throat felt like it was tightening up.
Bucky stayed silent, his heart hurting, feeling terrible for making you feel this way.
You couldnât stop your mind from producing the awful thoughts, and like a switch had been flipped, the dam inside of you cracked. The tears wouldnât stop, your sobs painful sounding
âIs it⊠Is it because youâ Iâ Do you not love m-me anymore?â You wheezed out.
Bucky snapped out of his silent trance, his hands cupping your face, brushing away the tear streaks.
âBaby noâŠâ He hushed, trying to stop your mind from torturing yourself.
âIâm so sorry Buck, I-I love you so much and IâŠâ You hiccuped, âIf I did somethingâ If Iâm not good enoughââ
âNo Doll hey⊠Stop that,â He cooed, âYou havenât done anything wrong, okay?â
âBu-but youâŠâ
âI know baby, Iâve been a dick. I shouldnât of shut you out like that I was just⊠I was scared.â Bucky confessed, your tears and breathing slowing down, you sitting silent besides the occasional hiccup.
âI still⊠I donât understand?â You thought out loud.
Bucky breathed heavily, swallowing the forming lump in his throat. He scooted closer to you, pulling your form closer to him, and you let him.
â(Y/n), you have no idea how scared I was when I heard you had gotten hurt.â He started, watching your face soften at his wavering voice.
âBuck, Iâm okay though.â You reassured him, grabbing his palms, rubbing your thumb comfortingly over the back of his hand.
âI know baby, but⊠I couldnât help but think if you got hurt on a mission andââ He panted out, âAnd you didnât make it.â
Your heart ached at the pain laced in his words, him holding onto your hands in a desperate grip.
âBuck..â
âI know that doesnât give me an excuse to be a dick to you I⊠I just get into this headspace every time you are headed back from a mission, when Iâm waiting to hear that youâre alright and⊠When I heard you had gotten hurtâ I just assumed the worst.â He finished.
The disappointment was clear on his face, but it wasnât directed toward you, it was directed to himself.
You understood that he meant no harm, and you felt incredibly bad that he suffered so much while you were gone, you thought it was the other way around. You felt extremely loved in a sense, feeling lucky enough to have someone worry as deep as he did for you.
âBuck, you shouldâve just told me how you were feeling from the start. You know Iâd listen,â You paused, doubt clouding your thoughts, âYou still trust me enough to talk to me⊠Right?â
Bucky immediately nodded his head, cupping your face, hearing your faltering voice.
âOf course I do baby, I trust you with my life.â He reassured you, âI donât know why I got like that.â
âI know why,â You started, cradling his face, watching him snuggle his cheek deeper into your palm, âYou have a good heart, and sometimes having a good heart can be overwhelming, because you can care so much about something.â
âI donât want a good heart if itâs going to make me act that way.â He whispered sadly, lowering his eyes.
âThatâs the thing about having a good heart,â You lifted his head slightly so his eyes met yours, âIts not something you can just change, itâs a part of you.â
He gazed from each eye, to your lips, then back up to your eyes, mesmerized by your beauty and soul. How could you be so forgiving and caring towards him?
âIâm so sorry I shut you out (Y/n), I love you and I will never do something like that again.â He promised, lifting and pulling you into his lap, curling his arms around your frame. Sitting his chin on top of your head.
You snuggled your face into his neck, wrapping your arms around him protectively.
âItâs okay Buck, I get scared too.â
#reader insert#light angst#fluff#oneshot#imagine#bucky x female reader#buckybarnes#bucky x y/n#falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws#marvel cinematic universe#sebastian stan characters#hurt/comfort#protective bucky barnes
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Could you please write something about lando and some sort of enemies thing? even just a blurb, i just need lando fucking the sassiness out of someone.
Ok so i loved this but it isnt smut and its very angsty and i kinda just took the idea and ran with it
IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WANTED PLZ FORGIVE ME đđ»đđ»đđ»đđ»
Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know? (LN4)
Summary: Theyâve always hated each other. Always. Right?
Warnings: language, lando being highkey toxic but we can just ignore that!, im sorry i dont know if i like this plz let me know if its shit in the comments đ€đ», gender stereotyping? Im not sure the term lmk đ
Note: SHES A LONG ONE SO GRAB THAT POPCORN also very cutesy and fluffy ones are on the way in apology for this
It wasnât a secret to the fans, media, or the entirety of the grid.
Lando and Y/n hated each other.
No one was quite sure when it started or how it happened, but it was clear that the two couldnât stand each other. Through menacing glares and snide comments, both of them showed how much loathing really went on behind the scenes. It didnât help that they were teammates, both of them driving for the beautiful papaya, as it brought on horrible reviews and narratives. Continuously making McLaren look reckless, Lando and Y/n had gotten countless amounts of scoldings from the PR team, the employees pleading with them to stop the games and just get along, but, for some reason, they never could.
Y/n hated the sight of his face and the sound of his voice, and LandoâŠ
Well, Lando didnât exactly know why he hated her. She had never done anything to him, in fact, she had been so sweet to him the first time they met he had been convinced he was going to fall in love with her, but, over time, the anticipation of his inevitable love for her transformed into pure annoyance at her presence.
âCan you please stop breathing so loud?â Her voice broke through his thoughts as they waited for their next interview.
Rolling his eyes, Lando set his gaze on her, âAre you asking me to stop breathing?â
âNo, Iâm asking you to stop doing it so loud.â She countered.
Usually, he wouldnât comment on someoneâs bad behavior, but she made him so aggravated that he couldnât help but look her in the eyes and say, âNo.â
His sickly sweet smile made her fist twitch at her side as she got up from her chair and gathered her things, âGod, you never stop, do you?â
He laughed as she left, âNot for you.â
â
âHow do you guys even coexist let alone be teammates?â Daniel asked Y/n as they sat and ate lunch in Alpine Hospitality.
She shrugged, âI donât know.â
He sat back, his fork falling to the side of his salad as he stared at her intently, âWould this have anything to do with that conversation you had with me when you first started racing for McLaren?â
Her head lulled against the table as she groaned, âDaniel, Iâm so sick of you bringing that up. I was just hyped up with excitement over being the first girl to race in F1. What I said to you then was the product of delusion and a charming smile.â
His head tilted, âMhm, sure. So, when you said you loved him, that was fabricated too?â
Her heart sped up and her cheeks burned at the inference, âYes. You canât love someone within a few months of knowing them.â
His eyes told her he knew exactly the kind of war that was going on in her head, âY/n, itâs okay to love someone. Itâs okay to put yourself out there.â
She saw the way his hand reached for hers lying on the table, but she pulled it back to dodge his digits trying to comfort her, âWell, itâs a good thing I donât love him then.â
His mischievous smile haunted her, âI didnât say his name, Y/n. All I said was itâs okay to love someone. I never said âLandoââ.
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âSo, your rivalry is one of the main things you two are known for on the track. How has this affected your relationship off the track? What I mean to ask is does the distaste come from whatâs going on on track or just a wavelength you two canât catch?â The reporter asked, his eyes searching for real answers in the PR-trained athletes.
Y/n opened her mouth to answer, the planned words ready to fly off her tongue, but Landoâs scoffing and interruption stopped her, âThere isnât a rivalry on track. If you know what I mean.â
The reporterâs eyebrows shot up, the opportunity for a juicy story right in front of him, âAre you saying Y/n doesnât compare to your level of driving skills?â
Even though she hated him and expected nothing but the worst, she was still surprised when he didnât hesitate to nod, âWell, she hasnât been in Formula 1 for as long as I have. I have more experience and, therefore, Iâm a better driver.â
His lack of humbleness had her blood boiling, âYouâre answering this question as if Iâm not sitting right here.â
All the men in the room turned at her voice, seemingly realizing she was sitting up there just like he was. The obliviousness to her presence wasnât something she wasnât familiar with, it happening on a daily basis, but that didnât stop the sinking feeling from setting in.
âDo you have something to add?â The reporter shot out, his gaze flipping from both drivers.
She turned her head, glancing at Lando, before continuing, âI think itâs inappropriate for you to ask about Lando and Iâs relationship. Thatâs something between him and I, not anyone else, and I think Landoâs answer is arrogant and inappropriate as well seeing as Iâm actually ahead of him in the Constructerâs Championship.â
Each of the men addressed in her statement went to defend themselves, but she put up her hands, âIâm not done. As a woman in this sport, you have to be able to set boundaries with the people around you, especially teammates,â She glared at Lando, âIt is clear you were and are trying to start something by your question and Lando may be too naive to see it, but I do not appreciate it. Next question.â
The room was silent before another reporter stood up, a woman this time, and asked her own question. A good, informative one that had Y/n smiling at her in gratefulness.
She answered it with ease even with Landoâs death stare drilling into her side.
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âWHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL!â He screamed as soon as they were alone. She knew it was coming. He had given her rude looks all throughout the panel ever since she shut him and that reporter down.
Looking at him like he had grown two heads, Y/n waved her arms around, âWhat did you want me to do, Lando? Let you talk shit on me while I was right there?â
His annoyed groan echoed throughout the room as he took a moment to reel himself in before looking at her like she could die and he wouldnât care, âI wasnât talking shit and you know it. All you did was take an opportunity to make me look stupid in front of people who control my reputation.â
âOh, wow I didnât know that, Lan! Thanks for clearing it up!â She said sarcastically.
His finger came to point at her, âI worked so hard to get where I am, I love my job, and yet you make me question leaving every single day.â
Her eyebrows furrowed, âWorked hard? Are you kidding me, Lando? Your daddy paid for your way in here and we both know it.â
That seemed to strike a nerve as his face heated up in anger before he hit the wall in a sheer mask of rage, âWHERE DO YOU GET OFF, BITCH?â
Her eyes closed and she inhaled a slow breath before saying, âIs bitch all you have? Really?â
He stalked towards her quickly, his frame towering over hers as he stared her down, âI have so much more, but, for the sake of your feelings, I wonât do that to you.â
She laughed with a dry, short sound, âTry me.â
His eyebrows lifted, âReally?â
âGo right ahead.â
Those three words seemingly ruined her life as Lando went into a full-fledged monologue about why he hated her with every cell in his body, âI think itâs crazy the amount of ego you have because all you really are is a PR stunt, so McLaren looks good. Why do you think they would sign a 20-year-old girl who canât drive for shit? Itâs because youâre a girl, Y/n. Your whole message about this industry needing to stop using women as pawns is bullshit. You wanna know why? Itâs because youâre the epitome of that with the way you were only signed and you were only ever going to be signed because of your gender and the things it could do for our image. Do you understand me? You donât mean shit to this team.â
It was as if he had pulled her greatest fears from the depths of her body and presented them in front of her, confirming them. Her eyes watered and her hands shook. Not from anger, but from the crushing reality that Lando never cared about her. From their early days when she thought he was flirting with her and that the jacket he draped over her shoulders when it was cold meant something more to now, where he was yelling at her and tearing her down piece by piece, she didnât recognize him.
No amount of time spent in bed trying to understand what she had done to him to make him hate her in the way he did would never be enough to conjure up some form of an explanation.
She would have to live with the fact that the man she loved hated her more than anything else in the world. That he could see her lying wounded on the street and he would swerve his car to injure her more.
Somewhere in the span of her thinking, she had begun to cry. The soft, wet tears slowly made their way down her face as if to tease Lando and the mistake he had just made. The meaningless words dawned on him too late as Y/n roughly turned away from him and made her way to the door, slamming it shut and being as loud as she could be.
The knowing faces she saw as she ran out of the hospitality told her that their yelling had been heard by everyone. Something which made her skin crawl and stomach churn at the thought of.
Her head throbbed as one idea bounced around its walls.
Her time at McLaren was effectively over.
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Whispering increased as Lando made his way through the doors of McLarenâs Headquarters. He had been called for an impromptu meeting with Charlotte and Zak, a pairing that scared him shitless.
His footsteps halted when her short bob caught his eye outside of Zakâs office, âHey, is everything okay?â
Her panicked gaze met him and she aggressively grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pulled him into the room, Zak already standing there in wait, âWhat did you do?â
His hard tone made Lando rethink his entire life, âWhat do you mean?â
Charlotte hit his chest, âDonât be stupid, Lando. What did you say to her?â
He shook his head, âI seriously have no clue what you two are talking about.â
Zak yelled in annoyance, âDid you not check your phone? Your teammateâs just resigned because, and I quote, âit wasnât the right fitâ. Lando, what did you say to her?â
The air in the room disappeared as Landoâs eyes narrowed, âShe what?â
He couldnât think, all he could do was slowly slide down to sit in the chair behind him as his legs gave out under him.
âShe quit, Lando,â Charlotte repeated.
âLando, if you donât tell us what you said to her right now, you wonât be the only driver out of a seat.â Zak threatened.
He put his head in his hands as he mumbled, âI told her she was only here because we wanted to sign a woman for good PR.â
A creepy, deafening silence fell upon the room as Zak and Charlotte gazed at each other. The two of them were finally at their wits end with the two driverâs misplaced dislike for each other.
Charlotte cleared her throat, âWhat?â
âI told her she was only here becaus-â He began to repeat, but she interrupted him.
âI heard you.â
At that, Zak leaned forward on his desk, his intimidating stance making Lando straighten up, âYou better go to her and apologize for what you said. Lando, if she doesnât come back here tomorrow asking for her seat back, I will personally ensure that your next years with us are pure hell. If you just drove one of the best drivers we have ever seen out because you couldnât man up enough to tell her you love her and instead created this narrative where you hated her, I will ruin your career. I donât care what kind of relationship we have built over the time youâve been with us.â
Charlotte rested her hand on his shoulder, âWhereâd you even get the idea that that was why we signed her?â
He shook his head, âNowhere! I just wanted to hit her where it hurt because thatâs what she did to me. I know we didnât sign her on for that reason and I know the kind of talent she has! I donât know why I did that! I-â He looked at them helplessly, âIâm sorry.â
âSave it for her,â Charlotte said sternly as she gestured for him to leave.
It didnât take his body any moment longer to leap from his chair and go into autopilot, speeding to her apartment. There had been a few car crash scares on the way there, but he, ultimately, made it to her place with just a shaken feeling.
His hand wrapped against the wooden door, praying she would answer. The sound of her footsteps sounded from behind the door as the lock clicked and it squeezed open.
âWhat are you doing here? You got what you wanted. I left McLaren.â She said quietly and it was then that Lando realized how exhausted she was of their ongoing feud.
âY/n, I never wanted that.â He said softly as he rested against the edge of her door, looking down at her adoringly.
His quiet words seemed to aggravate her as she swung the door open and yelled, âTHEN WHAT DO YOU WANT? I WENT QUIET WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ANNOYED WITH HOW MUCH I SPOKE OUT, I STOPPED MAKING JOKES WHEN YOU TOLD ME I WASNâT FUNNY, AND I LEFT WHEN YOU TOLD ME I DIDNâT HAVE A REAL PLACE ON THE TEAM. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?â
He couldnât help the way his heart sunk at the hell he had put her through.
All because he couldnât be honest with himself.
âI want you.â He whispered, looking in her eyes like it would help her understand.
However, it didnât and she scoffed, âOh, so you hated me yesterday, but you want me today? Real mature, Lando. How about you leave me alone, okay? I canât take your mood swings anymore.â
The door began to close on him, but he stopped it with his hand. Pushing it open and stepping into her apartment, he forced her to hear him, âI never hated you. Never. I know it seemed like it and the things I said to you yesterday were absolutely disgusting. I donât blame you for being confused about why Iâm telling you this now with the way I have treated you over the time weâve been teammates. But, and just listen to me here, I never hated you. I hated the way you made me feel. I hated the fact that I loved you more than I ever couldâve loved Luisinha, I hated the way you made me want to give up a Grand Prix just so you could win it and feel happy, and I hate the way youâre right there yet I canât have you.â
Her resolve cracked, he could tell, but she still held her ground, âYou think you coming over here and telling me what Iâve been wanting to hear for years will erase what you said to me yesterday?â
His hands came to gently rest over her arms, trying so hard to show her how much she meant to him, âNo, I donât think that. I know what I said to you will always be something you think about, an insecurity that will never go away, and I hate myself for doing that to you. But, I would hate myself more if I let you walk away from F1 and McLaren thinking all you ever were was some ploy.â
She stared at him, clearly dodgy and untrusting of his words, but the look in his eyes, soft and pleading, told her that he had come here with good intentions.
Trying to stop herself from caving in, she looked away, âOkay, youâve made your point. You can leave now.â
He shook his head, âNo.â
Groaning, âWhy? You told me what you wanted to and I believe you so what else is there?â
âYou havenât told me that youâre coming back to McLaren.â He said as he pulled her face back to look at him with his fingers.
âWhy would I do that? How do I know this thing between us stops here?â She asked hesitantly.
âIt wonât,â He began, his words causing her eyebrows to furrow, âIt wonât because I still love you. I canât make up for the things I said to you nor can I take them back, but what I can do is show you that I never meant any of it. If you come back, Iâm telling you our hostile relationship wonât be hostile anymore, but I canât promise I wonât work to get you to love me too.â
Her head fell down, so close to leaning into his chest, as she whispered, âI already do.â
He lightly nudged her head to rest against him as he softly said, âWell, that cuts down my workload by a lot.â
She chuckled, the sound reminding him that he might just be out of the woods, as she looked up at him, âAnd what if I gave you a chance?â
His smile reached his eyes, âI wouldnât let you down.â
âWell, then maybe Iâll give you a chance.â
He kissed her forehead lightly before her tone shifted, âIs it true what you said yesterday? Did McLaren only sign me because it helped their image?â
He rapidly shook his head, âNo, that was a stupid comment to make. That has never and will never be true. Your skill and talent speaks for itself, Y/n. Do you wonder why I get so defensive when someone talks about our ârivalryâ? Itâs because I know youâre better than me.â
âDonât do that.â She said.
âDonât do what?â He asked.
âLie to me.â
He smiled at her, âLove, you said it yourself yesterday. Youâre beating me in the Constructerâs Championship. If you look at our numbers side by side, itâs a fact youâre the better driver.â
Her mischievous smile greeted him, âI know. I just wanted you to say it out loud.â
Scoffing with a loving smile on his face, âOh, you drive me crazy.â
She returned his smile, the look telling him she was in this with him for a long time, âEnemies to lovers, baby. Enemies to lovers.â
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Hobie brown with a gf who is always angry and complicated but is completely quiet and calm around him cuz he keeps her under control and puts her in her place? Sheâll tell someone to do something and when they doesnât do it sheâll blow up on them, but if they do, do it sheâll blow up on them if she doesnât like the way they do it. And her jealousy is sky high, when she first heard about Gwen staying at Hobieâs she wanted to rip her neck off her shoulders? She also has no filter and tells Gwen straight up that she hates her staying around Hobie. (Sheâs not mean to Miles and Pavitr bc she views them as little brothers, she kinda has a love-hate relationship with Gwen. Sheâs okay with her, just not when sheâs around Hobie). đ
sheâs so me.. Iâd love to. The title is after the Lana song yesâŠ
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
âHey, Hobie.â You kissed his cheek when you saw him.
âHi, love. You good? You seem a lil..â
âIâm fine. Why would I not be fine..?â
âWell, I heard from someone that you cussed them out cause they forgot to do something.â
âFucking Margo.â You grumbled.
âItâs alright. I get it.â He shrugged
Ever since you heard Gwen say that she stayed with Hobie, youâve been even more pissed off than usual. You didnât tell Hobie you knew.
He didnât even wanna mention how Miguel said âcontrol your girlfriend.â To him. Miguel just told him to bug off.
Miguel loved you, he did, and he wanted to help you control your anger. But you were a lot, and that was fine with him, he liked it as a matter of fact. But everyone else seemed to have a problem with it.
âI gotta go, see ya.â You said.
âAlright, see ya dove.â You both kissed before you walked into the doors.
You worked with spider byte (Margo) as her boss.
âHey Margo.â You mumbled, you and her worked with the tech and computers.
âHey.â
You went to one of the computers and started to look at them.
âAnything new show up?â
âUh.. yeah, actually. Miguel recruited a few new people, I searched them all up, and looking for some more possible ones.â
âAlright.. nothing wrong with anything else?â
âNope. So how are you and hobie?â
âWeâre good. Iâm sorry about yesterday.. I jus.. YâKnow.â
âItâs whatever.â She said with a shrug.
âHey, come look at this guy.â You said, looking at her as she came over.
âThe spot? Thatâs a.. dumb name. 1610, isnât that the same earth that the miles kid is from?â
âYup. It says that heâs just robbing atms.. thatâs dumb. But his powers are whatâs interesting.â
âInterdimensional portals on his body..?â
âYeah. We should let Miguel know.â
âYou can.â She laughed âIâm taking a lunch break.â
âAre you serious? Itâs fucking⊠10 am?!â
âYou donât control my lunch breaks.â She said, and her avatar disappeared along with her clones.
âSon of a bitch..!â You kicked the edge of a table as miguel watched in confusion.
Miguel chuckled and you jumped.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â He asked.
âGet off my ass!â
âNo oneâs on your assâŠâ
âIm taking a break.â
ââââââââââââââââââââ
After telling him about the spot, he said heâll look into it. You left after a while, and Gwen was out there talking to Hobie.
âYouâre fucking with me..â you groaned to yourself.
âSo I was wondering, could I crash at yours tonight? Uh, Iâve been crashing with some other people but they keep kicking me out after a while..â
âYeah, âs alright.â
You rolled your eyes, and came out.
âHi love!â You said, kissing his cheek. He put an arm around you.
âGwen..â you said, looking at her.
âHi y/n..â she said awkwardly.
âHi. Howâve you been?â You said, bitterly. Hobie looked down at you, giving you a look that said âstop.â His grip around you tightened and you were closer now.
âGood.. good, how about you?â
âSame.â You said, faking a smile.
âHobie. Miguel needs you.â Someone said, coming up to him.
âAll right, see you sweetheart, see you Gwen.â He kissed you and left.
âSo, I overheard how you were staying at Hobies tonight.â You said bitterly once he was gone.
âOh, yeah, but thatâs just because I canât really go anywhere else-â
âI donât like it when you do that. Actually, I hate it.â
âExcuse me?â
âLook, Gwen, I donât have a problem with you at all. Itâs just⊠I canât stand it when you stay at his.â
âI donât like him-â she laughed.
âNo one said you did.â
She sighed âOkay. I get it. Iâll uh⊠stay with pavitr or something.â
âThank you.â
âMhm..â she said, and walked away.
You smiled to yourself as you walked the other way, and waited for Hobie to come out.
âHey.â You said to him.
âHi.. you uh.. seen Gwen? She was supposed to stay with me tonight.â
âShe said she changed her mind, sheâll just sleep over at pavitrs.â
âOh. Alright. You cominâ over then?â He said, he had a good idea of why she changed her mind.
âYeah.â
âYou know you donât need to be jealous of Gwen.. right? I love you.â
âI know butâŠâ
He kissed you and shut you up.
âJust⊠next time she wants to stay over, you can come too.â
You smiled at him and nodded. âOkay.â
He smiled and grabbed your hand as you both went through the portal.
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