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robintherobiner · 3 months

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I think Tim should be the only batkid to know the Robin origins. Maybe Dick told Damian, but forr this headcanon, he didnt.

Tim was at the circus. he has a picture of The Flying Graysons costume. He knows.

So when Dick took Robin away, it was like him saying "you don't deserve my family name. Damians my family now."

#i know thats not what Dick was saying but like #angst is fun #dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #tim drake #dick grayson #robin #dc robin

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seraphzrequiem · 9 months

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I love Leon and I love how capcom actually gave Leon and the people around him so much character development and underlying trauma in the remake. Also, apologies if the last to panels look vastly different than the first, i actually finished this today and the first one i did it like 5 days ago cause i had camp :(( i havent drawn since sighs

#resident evil #resident evil fanart #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanart #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #luis serra #luis serra fanart #ashley graham #serennedy #kinda?#its implied #leon and his survivors guilt #this bad boy has so much trauma in it #hurt/no comfort #just pain #angst is fun

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years

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Love at first sight

RZ Michael x gn reader

Summary: little dude gets a huge crush and gets angry about it. (Fluff if you squint with three glasses)

Note: I keep updating this story, sorry.

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It had been a few months since Michael got sent into the mental hospital.

Michael was in his room when he heard distant screaming, Getting curious, he decided to peek a little from his window and what he saw made his heart drop a little.

Although you were being quite literally manhandled by guards you still looked stunning.

He didn't realise it but he stared at you until you were out of his view.

But you are and will be just a cute looking random person, right?

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A few hours later it was lunch time and he saw you again, he stared at your face a lot longer and intensely than he intended and you caught him.

they're gonna think I'm creepy now.

But what you did next wasn't what he expected,

You waved and smiled at him.

and oh god did he feel like he was gonna die at how fast his heart was beating.

But then he started getting frustrated and angry, why was he feeling this way? Why does his heart beat so fast when he sees you? Was he scared of you? You? Scaring him with a smile and a wave? How dare you belittle him this way!

The poor boy felt so humiliated and he had never felt this way with someone before and so he started pretending to hate you.

You on the other hand thought he was so cool and intimidating and you also maybe had a big little crush on him and so you tried.

You tried so hard trying to befriend him by trying to chat with him or do nice things for him but that always went out the drain because he either ignored you or moved away from you, it looked like he hated you and you were so close to giving up but you knew patience is key, so you had to keep trying. Trying to befriend Michael gone wrong.

Michael was in a bad mood this day, he accidentally broke one of his mask he spent hours on and the guards bruised his wrist and he accidentally spilt food on himself and he was on his way to change, while he was huffing and puffing. The last thing he needed was you. Making him blush Coming to him when he was obviously in a bad mood and it was his last straw. Unknown to you of course.

Ironically you were in a good mood this time being, you were absolutely sure you can make progress this time when you learnt he liked making masks and was going to ask if he wanted to make some with you. You were also quite loud, yes. This was going to be his last straw.

"Hey Michael!" You reach out to him "Hey Michael, I was wondering if you wanted to make a mask with me,I have three in mind!" Dot. Dot. Dot. No answer. Maybe he somehow didn't hear you?

"Michael hello?" "Mic-"

You suddenly heard a loud slap noise and in a flash you were on the ground holding your cheek, it happened so fast it took a hot second for your body to realise you were slapped and then your cheek started burning and stinging so quickly and painfully you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but tears were already forming in your eye and one of them already fell, not from the pain no, but from how hurt, humiliated and stupid you felt from thinking that you could've actually been friends with Michael. So now there was a burning aching feeling in both your cheek and your chest.

But you were hopeful, and you hoped so hopelessly that it wasn't Michael who slapped you but some random guard or some random patient and so you slowly looked up but as you already knew deep inside your heart, it was Michael. with his hand still semi in the air breathing heavily.

Guards who were nearby heard the sudden loud noise and came rushing.

"Ay you freak! What did you do?!" The mean guard asked.

"Don't call him that. Michael, what happened? What did you do?" The nice guard said calmly.

"God, there you go again, talking to the beast as if he's human, I mean- look at this thing!"

"That's not the problem right now, take Y/N to the infirmary, I'll take care of him." The nice guard said.

"Whatever" The mean guard rolled his eyes and took you not-so-nicely-and-gently to the infirmary.

The nurse there studied and inspected your face and mouth for a moment before saying "there's going to be a bit of a bruising, fortunately there's no serious damage to the inside of your mouth or your face." And then proceeded to hand you an ice pack, you took it tiredly and grumpily from all the mental fighting earlier, you walked so sadly with the aching feeling in your chest still lingering.

Michael now in his room had realised what he had done and he doesn't know what to do. He swears he didn't mean to do that! He didn't mean to hurt you! Can you forgive him? And his chest is the one now burning majorly and is feeling guilty, Wait what? Why is he thinking like this? What have you done to him! But then again, if he feels like this whenever he hurts you... Then this will be the first and last time he's ever gonna hurt you again.

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It was next day and everyone was in the cafeteria, he wouldn't have seen you if it weren't for you laughing with someone else near the benches, it hurt him and he doesn't know why, he was quite used to you chatting with him all day at the cafeteria while he ate the disgustingly bland food. It made him feel... Miserable. And he couldn't stand it, maybe you didn't see him? So he quietly stood up and kinda just stood where you were and huffed loudly as to catch your attention. You and your friend stopped talking and looked up at him. He expected you to smile and start talking to him but he didn't expect you to look down and grab your friend's hand and move far away from him.

He felt as if his heart was going to shatter like a porcelain cup being dropped. He kinda just stood there and sat down, and started kinda eating his food but he stopped since it tasted even more disgusting and bland than usual. Lunch time was over and Michael was waiting for you in the halls and when he saw you start walking in his direction he hoped you would start talking to him or apologize for ignoring him during lunch but nothing. You walked straight passed him even looking a bit on edge and nervous when you did and he couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he made you scared of him was hurting his heart so painfully. So he-

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Yes a cliff hanger since since I thought this was getting a bit too long and boring, also tell if there are any mistakes here or if things are escalating too quickly. the next part will be out tomorrow maybe or a few days later, bye!

#slasher x you #michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #slashers #slasher x reader #x reader #x you #angst is fun #angst imagine #angst ig

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mim51801 · 6 months

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Thinking abt them in a relationship…. Before cae gets his memory wiped out🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

#honkai star rail #hsr fanart #honkai caelus #blade honkai #bladecae #im in pain #angst is fun #why do i like to hurt myself like this

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hello!

Could you write something that the reader, who is not a pilot and works with Penny, likes Jake very much, but is afraid to talk to him because she has not heard pleasant things about him? After they somehow meet (my preference is after the beach scene because why not hehe) they start spending more time together and so on. A bit fluffy and smutty if you can.

Thank you!!

Pay Your Tab

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, groping, smut references, language, angst, hickeys

Summary: Despite harboring crush on Hangman for a while, you’ve never acted on it due to other peoples’ opinion on him.. until now.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Hey, you!”

I leaned over the bar, wiping away the various mysterious stains that somehow found their way onto the wood. Customers would frequently attempt to place drink orders without approaching the bar. Ignoring them becomes habitual.

“Hey, sweetheart! Over here!”

I sighed and turned to face the source of the voice. A group of pilots were standing and playing billiards as usual. The main one was waving his hand in the air, facing me. I immediately recognized him. Jake Seresin is well-known among female bar patrons for his good looks as well as his cocky demeanor. As we accidentally locked eyes, my cheeks flushed pink.

“Can we get six beers?” Jake glanced over to a man sitting in the corner, “Seven, actually.”

I cupped my hand over my ears, pretending I couldn't hear what he was saying. The ruse failed miserably.

“Seven beers!” he shouted even louder.

I reluctantly gave him a thumbs up and turned around to pour the beer, breaking Penny's rules. I placed them on the bar in front of me, one by one, until all seven were full. Seresin appeared in front of the bar, as if he had heard the last pint being poured, and surprised me as I turned around.

“Thanks, sweets,” he said, trying to grab all seven beers at a time. To my surprise, he managed to pick up five before I even offered him a tray. I smiled as I piled the last two beers on the tray before he walked away.

“Wait a minute.. don’t forget to pay your tab!”

Seresin turned around and grinned cheekily, “Don’t worry, someone will get it!”

As I live and breathe, the infamous Hangman.

I can't believe this was our first conversation. I would've asked him out on a date long ago if his shady reputation hadn't walked through the door before him.

My eyes kept looking over to him every few seconds to ensure he was real, standing in my bar, and had just spoken to me moments before. I would've assumed he had feelings for me if he wasn't such a total flirt.

With a shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction.

If only he had a pleasant reputation like Rooster or Pheonix. Then, if we held hands and walked into the Hard Deck with our chests and heads held high, no one would do a double take.

“Y/N!”

Penny's call jolted me out of my Hangman stupor. Penny, who was holding a large wooden box in her hand, drew my attention to the side. Most likely, she disappeared to grab something from the back rooms.

“Some old guy just spilled a beer all over the bar. Mind cleaning it before it gets sticky?”

I did mind because all I wanted to do was become lost in my thoughts and go home early.

“Sure. I’ll get right to it.”

San Diego rarely got hot enough to increase the temperature of the freezing water. As a result, few people visited the beaches of southern California unless they wanted to surf or sail.

Today, however, was an exception. The day was hot, which meant that everyone in the San Diego area could enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today?”

Penny was sitting quietly at a picnic table overlooking the beach when she asked the question. She held a book in her hands that she had been reading for what seemed like an eternity.

“I'm wonderful. Enjoying this perfect day!”

I extended my hands out, taking in the beautiful sunshine. It was one of the most pleasant days since summer began. Penny gave me a friendly smile, pleased that I was enjoying my day off.

“Why don’t you sit down and join me?”

Penny asked, motioning for me to take a seat on the other side of the table.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb your reading.”

With an overly dramatic flare, Penny carefully closed the book and stuffed it back into her purse.

“I’ve already read that book anyway. I’d much rather have a lovely conversation with you.”

I sat down on the hard, wooden picnic table and began chatting with Penny instantly. Despite the fact that she was my boss, our conversations were always light and friendly. No wonder Maverick loved her so much.

We continued to talk and talk and talk, becoming so enveloped in the conversation that we became oblivious to what was going on around us.

Until…

“Oh my God! It’s Maverick!”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my brow as Penny pointed to the shoreline. My gaze followed her finger. It wasn’t just Maverick. It was Maverick’s entire group: Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and…

Hangman.

When my eyes landed on him, my eyes stopped scanning the large crowd. It didn't matter who else was taking part in the lighthearted beach football game. To me, Hangman stood out like a sore thumb, and I couldn't stop my eyes from grazing over his toned body.

“Ohhhh. Does someone have a thing for a certain Navy pilot?” Penny asked teasingly.

I rolled my eyes, my eyes staying fixed on Hangman.

“Don’t judge me, Penny. You’re into Navy guys as well.”

“I’m not judging, I’m only asking.”

Phoenix snatched the ball and launched into a sprint across the beach, kicking sand up behind her feet.

“Which one is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I rested my chin on my hand, allowing my arm to support the full weight of my head. Penny tried to follow my gaze to see which man I was looking at, but failed.

“Do you wanna take a wild guess?” I asked.

“Sure. Um…”

Her eyes swept across the muscular men scurrying back and forth across the beach, making sure to consider all possibilities before making a guess.

“Fanboy?”

“Nope. Guess again.”

“Coyote?”

“Nope.”

Penny scoffed, “Tell me then! I’m dying to know!”

Should I let her know? I suppose I could. She wouldn’t tell Hangman, or anyone besides Maverick for that matter. I trusted her. To be honest, it wouldn't make a difference if Hangman knew. He hardly knew who I was and would probably dismiss me as another distant admirer that he occasionally saw at the bar.

“Hangman.”

I mumbled.

“What?”

A few stray strands of hair blew into my face, temporarily blocking my vision as I swiveled around to face her.

“Hangman.”

The look on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows shot up, her forehead creasing as she lowered her jaw. Was it truly insane to fall in love with a hot navy pilot who also happened to have an ego problem?

“Please don’t look at me like I’m insane, Penny.”

Penny shook her head, jolting herself awake from her shocked daze.

“No! That’s not it at all! I just wasn't expecting him to be the object of your attraction.”

Now that my secret was out in the open, the sight of the wonderfully toned men having a good time was no longer so appealing. I sighed and began to stand up.

“I’m gonna go clean up the bar.”

“You don’t have to do that on your day off, Y/N.”

“I want to. If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be inside,” I said, looking back at her as I began to walk towards the bar, her expression now neutral.

With a nod of her head, I was off, walking across the sandy beach to the back entrance of the Hard Deck.

I clenched my teeth as I scrubbed the wooden bar vigorously, attempting to remove every single small stain. My arm grew sore quickly, but I didn’t care. The only other option was being alone at home with my thoughts, so I continued to scrub until I couldn’t feel my fingers.

I watched the rag move back and forth, leaving a gleaming trail of water in its wake, as I stared down at my fast-moving hand. My brain was locked into my movements, my other senses shutting off as I trapped myself into a deep trance of constant movement.

The cloth moved back and forth, back and forth.

“If you scrub any harder, you’ll take the glaze right off the wood.”

My head jerked up so fast that I almost got whiplash as a deep male voice cleared the fog from my mind.

Hangman, shirtless and with the pant legs of his jeans rolled up to his knees, was leaning against the Hard Deck's back entrance frame, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“We’re not open for another two hours,” I said rashly, a flush creeping up my cheekbones. Wow. I was a romantic genius.

“Can you make an exception?”

God, he was so cocky. I hope he wasn’t like this to his superiors. I wanted to say no and stick to the rules. But there was Hangman, the man I had admired in secret for months, right in front of me, asking to spend time with me alone.

“Well, no shirt, no shoes, no service.”

That line was fairly slick. I was getting better at this.

I lowered my gaze to his chest, trying not to appear creepy as I pointed out his nakedness with my eyes before bringing my attention back to his face.

Hangman grinned and flashed his pearly white teeth.

“Sure.”

His arm disappeared around his body as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a plain white t-shirt. He threw it on. Part of me wished he'd kept his shirt off, but asking him to strip after just demanding he redressed would give him the wrong impression.

Him and his ego swaggered over to the bar, instantly filling the room and heightening the tension of the atmosphere. Although, maybe, the tension was just in my head, because my heart was already beating out of my chest after one sly glance from Hangman.

“What do you want?”

Hangman shifted his hips on the bar stool, the cushion underneath him creaking as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“Give me whatever.”

I knelt down and grabbed a random bottle of beer from the mini fridge, popping the cap off with the bottle opener on the bar's side. The cold bottle left a trail of water in its wake as I slid it across the bar to Hangman.

“There you go.”

I stepped on the bottle cap that was rattling against the bar's floor to silence the annoying noise.

“Don’t I have to open a tab?”

I extended my hand to him, exposing my open palm. Hangman reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thin wallet. He flipped through the contents, removing a red credit card from the leather wallet and placing it in my open palm. As our hands gently touched, he smirked, and I prayed he wouldn't notice the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

I kept his card behind the bar while I opened a tab for him. I walked around to the other side, turning away from him and continuing my thorough cleaning process.

“You aren’t gonna keep me company?”

He yelled, feigning sadness in his tone in the hopes of making me feel sorry for him.

I scoffed, “If you wanted company, you would’ve brought friends.”

I tried to be as snarky as possible in my response. I wanted him to leave the bar so I could finally relax and fantasize about him instead of having to actually communicate with him.

“Playing hard to get, aren’t we?” he said coolly.

My movements came to a sudden halt.

Is it possible that I misunderstood him?

Was he implying that he was attempting to "get" me?

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” He spoke with a honeyed tone that dripped from his lips.

“No. I just…” I stuttered, struggling to get the words out of my throat.

“You didn’t think I’d be interested in you?”

What?

Was I that easy to read?

As the blood flew right to my face, my cheeks turned bright red, my cheekbones burning with heat. I knew that my silence would amuse him more than if I simply acknowledged that he was correct.

“Yes. I didn’t think you’d be interested in me.”

I resumed my scrubbing motions, wiping the bar aggressively despite the wood already being shiny and spotless.

“Well, I am.”

“You’re interested in me?”

“Yes. I. Am.”

I realized I was bent over a little further than I had intended when I turned my head over my right shoulder and locked eyes with Hangman.

I gulped, rising to my full height, turning, and leaning over the opposite side of the bar, keeping my gaze fixed on Hangman. As Jake raised his eyebrows in subtle surprise at my confidence, I reached my torso over the bar, propped up on my elbows, and tried to appear as intimidating as possible.

"Alright, Hangman.”

I spoke angrily through my teeth.

“I’ll bite. Tell me why you’re so infatuated with me all of a sudden.”

Hangman pushed his beer to the side and leaned forward over the bar, his breath fanning across my face as he brought our noses only inches apart. He gained confidence as he watched me squirm in my skin under his intense gaze. My chest tightened as the crushing atmosphere of the room pressed down on my fragile body, his grin widening with each shaky gulp or inhale.

“Cause I saw you staring at me the other day.”

My jaw was clenched so tightly that my teeth felt as if they were splitting under the force of my bite.

He moved forward another inch, his nose nearly brushing against the tip of mine as his stare became increasingly intense.

“And ever since then I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

His voice had changed from seductive to completely erotic, a pinching sensation beginning to form in my lower abdomen.

“Nothing to say?” he teased.

My lower jaw trembled in excitement and anticipation as I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Um… no. I don’t have anything to say.”

Hangman laughed heartily, his shoulders bouncing as he did so. He leaned back in his chair, his posture assuming a normal position. The space between our two faces provided some relief from the mounting tension around us. The true tension, however, was building inside the pit of my stomach.

“Then I’ll do the talking.”

Hangman said with his lips pursed into a thin smile and his brows raised halfway up his forehead, dark wrinkles forming above his eyebrows.

“My car is the white one in the front of the parking lot. It should be unlocked. I want you to sit in the passenger's seat and wait for me.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Wait for you?”

Hangman wrapped his large hand around the neck of his beer bottle and thrust it into the air, assuming a toast position.

“I gotta finish my beer first,” with a low smacking sound, he slammed the bottle onto the bar.

Hangman continued proudly with a sly wink, “Leave me in peace for a bit, I’ll rejoin you soon.”

God, cocky bastard.

I gradually grew to my full height, having to tilt my neck to stare down at Hangman. Despite the new perspective, he was in complete command of the situation. The difference in height has no effect on his self-assurance.

I didn't want to give Hangman everything he desired. I wanted to be tough, to stand my ground, and to truly give him a run for his money. But I had a terrible, huge crush on this man, and this was one of my most frequent fantasies.

Being ordered around by a slick, attractive navy pilot who I’ve been admiring for a few months now?

Yes please.

“Okay Hangman, you win.”

I turned away from him and made my way to the front door. As I walked out of the bar, I could feel Hangman's slick eyes following me with every subtle movement of my body. But I didn't dare to look back at him because I was already giving him so much pleasure by doing exactly what he said. I wasn't going to give him any more satisfaction by showing him how severely he got under my skin.

However, I wouldn't be surprised if he was already aware.

The front windshield of a white Mustang was facing away from the front entrance of the parking lot.

A mustang, wow, very Hangman.

The windows were tinted, and anyone staring into the car would see absolutely nothing. The door was unlocked, and I clambered into the passenger's seat of the car.

Now, I wait.

The car was heating up in the surprisingly hot San Diego sun, and a thin layer of moisture was forming on my upper lip and brow.

Let’s hope Penny doesn’t come to check on me.

Penny.

Oh God.

Did she tell him?

Did she inform Hangman that I was in love with him?

That is the only plausible explanation. Penny informed Hanfman, who decided to confront me about it. Act on it, rather.

It makes sense, perfect sense.

I mean, when I told her my secret I expected her not to tell anyone.

But, I couldn’t even be mad at her because the spilling of my secret put me in a sensual situation with a super hot navy pilot.

“Fuck Hangman, where are you?”

He was messing with me. There was no way the last half of his beer was taking him this long to finish. I saw him drink on a busy night of partying, he can down multiple beers in the blink of an eye.

I shifted my hips, my thighs sticking to the leather seats.

The Hard Deck parking lot was deserted, with only Hangman's white Mustang parked on the asphalt. Part of me wishes there were people bustling around the car while Hangman and I did whatever he wanted behind tinted windows.

I wiped my upper lip, but the droplets of sweat returned after a few seconds.

“Oh come on, this is ridiculous.”

Alright, that was it. I’d have enough of Hangman’s cockiness.

I wasn't about to sit in this hot car all day waiting for him to show up whenever he damn well pleased.

Hangman tapped the window with his finger joint. Sure enough, he was standing outside the car, staring in.

I rolled my eyes as he flung open the door and slid into the driver's seat.

“Miss me honey?”

I didn't respond. Instead, I was looking out the window at the beach. On the opposite side of the Hard Deck, the pilots were playing football. My gaze was drawn to a section of the sand filled with large families and adorable couples.

“Oh come on, I couldn’t just give you what you wanted when you wanted it. That wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yet you expect me to give you what you want when you want it?”

I spin my head around, meeting Hangman's mischievous gaze.

“I didn’t make you sit in my car and wait for me. If you would’ve told me no I would’ve left you alone.”

Hangman leaned over the center console.

“You’re giving me what I want honey. I don’t expect anything.”

The hot air hung around us, and sweat drops began to form on Hangman's face.

“Well.”

I said.

“Well?”

He asked, his brows raising.

I leaned in closer to Hangman, bringing our faces closer together once more.

“Are you gonna kiss me or are you just gonna stare?”

“Stare.”

He said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

What?

What kind of mind games was this man playing?

Hangman maintained intense eye contact with me as he drew his keys from his back pocket and began tapping the keys until the clicking noise of the doors locking surrounded me in every direction.

“Now we can kiss.”

Hangman tossed his keys to the floor of his car and pressed his lips to mine in a moment of passion. The force of his kiss caused me to recoil, knocking the breath straight from my lungs as my eyes fluttered closed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face impossibly closer to me. God, just moments ago we were teasing each other in his car. Only seconds later, our teeth were clashing and chests heaving as Hangman thrusted his sweet tongue past my lips.

Jake’s calloused palms rubbed against my clothed hips, gripping the flesh and yanking me towards him every time my pelvis shifted backwards.

I felt myself being thrown into the air as Hangman effortlessly pulled me from my seat and onto his lap, putting his well-defined muscles to good use.

His large hands shifted from my hips to my thighs, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled me even farther forward until our chests were pressed flush together.

“You’re a good kisser.”

I wheezed before reconnecting our lips. Hangman smirked against my mouth, his ego inflated by the slightly juvenile compliment.

I always assumed that even if I were placed in this situation, I wouldn't be able to get past Hangman's cocky demeanor and massive ego. But his confidence somehow made him even more appealing.

It would be different if Hangman wasn't charismatic and thought he was hot shit for no reason whatsoever.

But God, he could kiss like it was nobody’s business. His plush lips meshed with mine as his hands moved expertly on my body, adding to the many wonderful sensations that arose as I kissed him.

Goosebumps broke out along my skin, Hangman’s dull nails digging into the thick flesh of my thighs.

If he could kiss like this… I shudder to think at what he could do with his-

“God, I want to be inside you so badly.”

The honeyed tone was back. Hangman yanked his lips away from mine, severing the connection I was longing for. He'd given me a taste of his passion, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to get enough of it.

His warm mouth pressed to the side of my throat, and I involuntarily threw my head back to expose more of my neck for him, my lower abdomen fluttering with desire.

“What’s stopping you?”

I asked, gasping for air as he nibbled on my collarbone's sensitive skin. Jake flattened his tongue against the bruise, leaving a patch of saliva on my collarbone as I moaned involuntarily.

“Oh honey, I wanna take my time with you.”

He mumbled against my skin, his hands finding their way to my clothed breasts.

I grit my teeth and sighed deeply as his hands desperately kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples through two layers of clothes.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t nearly enough for me.

“Besides…

He whispered sensually, his hot breath sending chills down my spine.

“You’re too much fun to tease.”

Oh come on, cut me a break Hangman.

I drew my arms from around Hangman's neck, allowing my head to fall forward while trailing my hands down his chest. Hangman continued to bite and suck at the sensitive skin on the small patch of my exposed chest.

I thought about unbuckling his thick leather belt and reaching into his boxers to palm his cock through his boxers. I wanted to pleasure him, show him I could make him feel good.

But Hangman made it clear now wasn’t the time to take off each other’s clothes. So I opted for dipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and pressing my open palms against his lower abdomen.

The shaggy hair on his belly brushed against my fingers, the desire to clench my thighs together rushed through my body as I began to explore more of his body.

“God you’re beautiful… I can wait to fuck you in my car. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

He blew hot air onto the hickeys he'd created on my chest, the sensitive patches of skin lighting on fire under his breath.

“You’re gonna look so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

I moaned, this time louder and much more audible.

“My God your moans are gorgeous.”

His hands quickened their pace against my sensitive breasts.

“Hangman.”

I moaned, knitting my brows together as my nipples hardened under his touch.

“HANGMAN!”

That certainly wasn’t my voice.

I retracted my hands from his lower abdomen and sat back on his muscular thick thighs, whirling my head around to find the source of the noise.

“Fucking Bob.”

Hangman grunted in disapproval as he watched Bob frantically search the parking lot for his fellow pilot.

“It doesn’t look like he sees us. We can just wait him out.”

Just as I finished speaking, Bob's gaze was drawn to Hangman's car, and he began sprinting towards it.

“Fuck. Get off my lap.”

I scrambled off Hangman's lap and into the passenger seat, making an audible rattle as I moved. Fuck.

Bob heard the racket and now he knew someone was in the car.

“Hangman! Are you in there?”

Bob inquired, squinting against the light reflected off Hangman's tinted windows and aggressively tapping on the window.

Hangman rolled his eyes and pressed the button to roll down the window all the way.

“Hey! Penny has your credit card and it says you opened a tab? She thought you left without it! Good thing you’re still-“

His gaze fell on me as I sat uncomfortably in Hangman's passenger seat, hickeys all over my chest. I gave Bob a meek wave as I awkwardly smiled.

“Hello.”

He said, smiling and waving back at me as his cheeks began to turn bright red.

“Alright Bob, why don’t you tell Penny I’ll be right in.”

“Oh no please! Take your time.”

Bob blurted out, clearly embarrassed that he had interrupted our time together.

Bob practically sprinted towards the Hard Deck's front door, not looking back at us as he hurriedly exited the situation.

“I assume Penny spilled the beans?”

Hangman knitted his brows together in perplexity, turning his head to face me.

“What do you mean?”

Oh. She hadn’t told him.

“Oh!”

I exclaimed.

“Never mind.”

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thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me · 1 year

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Death in boots au where puss and death have three girls and two boys,rounding up to five kids in total...but puss ends up dying giving birth to the fifth kid(the third girl) and death is forced to guide his beloved to the afterlife(or something,all I know is that puss dies).

Death then becomes a single grieving dad and tries to raise his kids without puss yet struggles to cope with the loss of his beloved gatito.

...I'm sorry but someone had to bring up this idea.

I'll see myself out now-

#sorry y'all #but i had to #puss in boots au #pussdeath #angst is fun #i sorry #death x puss #puss x death #death in boots #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #puss in boots #puss in boots lobo #puss in boots wolf

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queermentaldisaster · 4 months

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deadass considering making this chapter title a lyric from 'A Match Into Water'

#chapter title #angst is fun

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ah-splat · 1 year

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I was reading Batfamily centric fanfiction and in the tags was this lovely little call out

#batman #ahsplat #read on ao3 #I mean yeah but you didnt have to call me out like that #tim drake #cassandra wayne #batfam #angst is fun

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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I have a super angsty ask cooked up 👀 (if that’s okay?) okay so it’s hannibal x child reader but will kills reader to get back at Hannibal for killing Abigail.

(And I know you don’t really write for graham so he doesn’t even really need to be mentioned much, it could just be about how Hannibal processes and deals with this situation)

Omfg I don't know how to write angst I'm also still not that deep into the series yet. I'm also hc that reader and will got along pretty well.

he really said "now none us has a child-"

For more emotional addings ig

NBC hannibal with child! Reader who got killed by Will

Will was fucked up in the head, really fucked up.

There stood a sad angry will with a gun in his hand and a dying you.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion, you fell on your back, three chest wounds. Your entire body covered in blood. You were crying, Why? And then came rushing Hannibal by your side, your vision was become dizzy and unclear. He ran to call for help and then came back.

"Dad, am I gonna die..?" You used the last of your strength to mutter that out to him. Your breathing was heavy along with the occasional gasping and then it weakened. Your father has a tight grip on you. He didn't answer you. He didn't want to, it was already too late, you both knew you were already gonna pass away before anyone gets here so he decided to be there in your last moments.

Even he was having a hard time trying to control his tears. As you took your last breath your body went limp. A last single tear rolled out of your eye as you looked at Will. Why?

And Will knew why, he knew why he did it and he thought it'd make him feel better but it just ended up making him feel worse. Hannibal lost two people he loved greatly, Will and You. He wasn't sure if Will was his friend anymore.

When police arrived Will and Hannibal were at each other's throat, mostly will. Hannibal was still grieving.

When Hannibal was left alone with his thoughts he felt like complete shit. He let you die, he could handled things differently. What was he going to do now? He felt so miserable.

He was a mess now he didn't know what to do. He was driving himself crazy with endless "what if's" And "if I did that instead"s. He couldn't express how much he wishes to change things if he could. And how things could gone far more differently.

It'll take him a while to get over it, get over everything but he's going to be different.

This sucked, I'll make another one to make up for it.

#hannibal x you #nbc hannibal #slasher x reader #hannibal #hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal x reader #slasher x you #angst ig #angst imagine #angst is fun #x you #hannibal x child reader #hannibal x child!reader

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roses-for-ri · 1 day

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I kind of want to write angst, but I don't wanna cry about it

Btw I am so close to doing this with my teacups and teapots

#angst is fun #making myself sad #i suck at tags #why am i like this #teapot #alice in wonderland #room decor #teacup #Spam posts

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smoothshine · 2 years

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Royai week day 2 - "Betrayal"

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭.

How long has it been? Minutes, hours, days? It doesn't really matter. She feels his warm hands on her dirty skin. She wants to push them away, she wants to push 𝘩𝘪𝘮 away. Countless thoughts are racing back and forth, colliding ruthlessly between the edges of her skull in desperate attempt to break free. Words are stuck in her throat, making it almost unbearable to keep breathing.

Her body is too exhausted for all that. It trembles, screams in silent agony, longs for 𝘩𝘪𝘮. What an ugly traitorous body she has, with those bloodstained hands and shivering shoulders and heavy back carrying their buried dreams she didn't ask for.

She wants to be angry (her mind whispers; she keeps asking herself if she does), but the night gets colder, and she can't sleep, and he's still here; and so her heart gives in. How long has it been?

[...]

He doesn't know. There's a sound of scalding droplets reaching the back of his hand.

One.

Two.

Three.

And with each one of them he feels his soul shatter.

PS: As you can see above, I was really close to writing down an entire thing for this piece (I mean, there's this atmosphere of talented writers surrounding me, I took a breath and now I can't get enough), but in the end I think I wanted to keep it shorter to capture the moment I always wished for both of them (especially for Riza) to have at some point.

(Also, obligatory note about English not being my first language, so bear with me if there are mistakes I didn't notice).

Anyway, I had way more fun with this coloring than I thought I would, considering the fact that I had to remake it at least two times, but I am very happy with the final result, soo, enjoy some angst!

#royaiweek22 #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fanart #fma fanart #traditional art #angst is fun #smoothshine draws #special shout-out to the person who recommended this song #dear lord it messed me up goood but i loved it to bits #so now you get to suffer along with me #joining you all for this angsty journey today folks

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shain1327 · 2 years

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Second chances

Bradley Bradshaw x wife reader

Part 2

It’s been 3 weeks since Bradley is back in the town.

Y/n had settled in her new apartment.

Her lawyer informed her about how Bradley had influenced certain aspects of the Petition for divorce earlier this morning at the court and they both will have to begin for couple counselling session from next week.

Y/n low-key assumed this would happen. Her fighter pilot won’t let this go without a fight either. Bradley was right at her gate after he got to know about the divorce. You both had a angsty conversation where y/n made him leave as his temper began to rise and she didn’t want to waste her energy to fight him.

Bradley tried his best to convince you to come back but Little did he knew that your spirit is crushed and you can’t be mended now.

Y/n’s got countless missed calls from Bradley and endless messages from Jake.

It’s tough for her to even wake up and do her job (hr manager) but a girls gotta eat plus y/n’s job has always been something she liked and gives a decent distraction nowadays.

She realises she can’t lock herself in the shell of a person she’s recently become. She’s gotta talk to her childhood bestie jakey & decides to have a meal with her bestie later in this evening.

Y/n calls jake..

Jake: so finally you got few minutes to spare for your best friend of 22 years.

Y/n: hello to you too jakey!

Jake: girl listen to me immediately, I know you’re going through something crazy enough to destroy you. And I’m always there when you need me. But you gotta give me something here as well.

Y/n: hmm

Jake: what is wrong y/n? You know I’m not a fan of that husband of yours but seriously what the fuck has been happening ? He’s devastated. Looks like an angry living corpse. Everyone’s concerned about you and him. Listen, love! you can tell me what triggered this divorce! Heck!! Tell me what and how you’re feeling? I thought you both were doing great!! Maybe were gonna add a child or two to that big fancy castle of yours but ma’am you have been doing things all on your own and don’t have time to talk to anyone. Babe I’m saying all this because I am worried about you y/n. In fact i am very worried and you don’t want worried and prying Jake around you missy.

Y/n: Jake I can’t .. I can’t deny about what I have done but I do have my own reasons that belong to me. Although, i was thinking if you are up for a dinner with me ?

Maybe let’s go to sals for a dinner ?

Jake: cool with me, see you at 8 y/n.

Y/n: sorted!! See ya!

Y/n reaches sals restaurant 15 minutes late and is unable to find Jake. She calls jake and pursues her way to the restroom and call it fate or not, in the midst of everything y/n sees someone she didn’t think of seeing there or meeting so soon.

Bradley looks upto y/n and says well hello there..

To be continued..

This is 100% original work. Please be kind as English is not my first language therefore, please bear with me.

Part 1 is here - https://shain1327.tumblr.com/post/690698537812492288/bradley-bradshaw-x-wife-reader