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arminsumi · 8 months

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22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.

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dumbseee · 8 months

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just friends, right?

when you and daniel are just friends, or maybe more?

daniel ricciardo x reader.

fc: kendall jenner.

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danielriccardo: happy birthday to the light of my life (and the bane of my existence.)

fan1: anthony bridgerton said the same thing about his future wife 🤭

fan2: the whole world knows except them

fan3: JUST DATE UGHHH

fan4: drop the act and get married omg

landonorris: mommy and daddy <3

fan5: not lando shipping them too

fan6: i just know his camera roll is full of her

maxverstappen1: @.fan6 it is.

fan7: AAAHAJJSOSLSOPXPCPC

fan8: not lando AND max exposing them

fan9: they’re so meant to be

fan10: "the light of my life" when is someone going to refer to me like this??

fan11: daniel is so sweet with y/n :(

fan12: mind you he posted that one minute before midnight so he could be the first one to wish her a happy birthday :((((

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you were dancing along the music with your girls when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. you were in a crowded club with some friends to celebrate daniel’s return to the grid as a driver for alpha tauri. you turned around to face the guy who clearly was seeking your attention and you smiled when you saw a cute blonde guy smiling back at you. the two of you started dancing together, his hands on your waist and yours around his neck. he was cute, and you could take him home with you but something was off. your mind tried to think of why but your heart already knew.

suddenly, the guy was ripped away from you and pushed far back. you blinked in confusion and saw daniel, now standing in front of you, he glared at the guy before returning his attention to you. his usual warm smile was gone and his eyes were now cold. "what is wrong with you?" you yelled over the music. he didn’t respond but instead he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the crowd. he ignored your complaints and finally stopped when you two were now in the parking lot. "care to explain what’s gotten into you, joseph?" you crossed your arms. he took a step closer to you which made you frown and almost take one back. "he was too close to you for my liking." you scoffed and laughed at his answer. "so what? you’re not my dad." you rolled your eyes and tried to go back inside the club but daniel blocked you again. "then what am i to you?" he asked in a low tone, sending shivers all over your body.

"daniel. you’re my-…" he cut you, closing his eyes and pinning you against the wall. "say that we’re just friends, i fucking dare you." you looked at him, completely lost, your cheeks were burning hot because of the way he was looking at you and how close the two of you were. your lips remained shut as you didn’t know what to say, you knew daniel your whole life, he was your best friend, your favorite person on earth, basically your soul mate. in all those years or friendship you did question your true feelings for him, but you never crossed the friendship line. what you had with daniel was too precious to ruin it because of your feelings. "say it, y/n." he repeated, you swallowed and closed your eyes, keeping the eye contact was way too hard for you. you couldn’t see it but seeing you being so flustered made daniel smile, he was happy to see the effect he had on you, and that his feelings weren’t one sided like he feared. "can i kiss you?" you opened your eyes and nodded slowly. daniel gently kissed your lips, his hands resting on your hips while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself against him. the kiss grew more passionate, more eager.

you dreamed of that moment for years, you couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. you were kissing your best friend, and it felt right.

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y/n: random dump because i still don’t have a jpg account to empty my camera roll

fan1: AAAAAAH THE CUTIES

fan2: the first couple pictures we get 🥺

fan3: that’s mom and dad right here

isahernaez: finally!!

maxverstappen1: @.charles_leclerc you owe me 100€ man

charles_leclerc: damn it

fan4: NOT THE BOYS MAKING BETS ON THEM

fan5: y/n was already the queen of wags even before she became a wag

fan6: their love story is the cutest ever

fan7: who said friends to lovers was a boring trope because look at THEM

fan8: the speech he did after his first race since his hiatus, when he thanked her was so cute tho

fan9: i just hope it won’t end badly bc their friendship was superior

fan10: now be happy

fan11: YESSSSSSSS

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taglist: @ferrariloverr

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lowkeyremi · 4 months

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Hi there!! I’ve read some of your works I they’re really good- you’re so talented and amazing 😭✋🏾

Bakugou x reader where he slips reader a letter telling her to proofread his letter to Santa and she’s like:??? but doesn’t judge bc she loves him, and it says that he’s asking Santa for a wife 😭🥰 and then when she looks down he’s on one knee 🥺

All I want for Christmas is You k. bakugo x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG IM GIGGLING STOPPPP i was about to say at his grown age he got a santa list but it made more sense after I read the rest :3

content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is silly

The old grandfather clock that Katsuki insisted he needed chimes loudly to announce the arrival of the next hour. You were in the kitchen getting a little snack before winding down for bed.

As you continued preparing your snack your boyfriend made his presence know in the kitchen with his humming.

"What's that?" He asks looking over your shoulder.

"I'm trying something new." You explain, taking a look at it for yourself. Honestly, you don't know what to call it. His eyes travel down to your feet where he can see you aren't wearing socks or your house slippers.

"How many times do I have to tell ya to wear something on your feet? You'll get sick." He complains for the umpteenth time this week.

"Mhm I know. I need you to be quiet you're breaking my concentration." He finds it cute how your tongue is slightly poking out as you try to frost this.. interesting looking cupcake.

"Doesn't look like ya put much effort or thought into it but okay..." He clicks his tongue and you elbow him in the stomach. Of course it doesn't hurt though, because he's built like a marble statue.

"Anyways, I need you to read over this when your done. It's my wish list to Santa." You don't respond right away, waiting to see if he's going to say he's joking or something, but he doesn't. You put down the frosting bag and stare deep into his soul.

"Are you serious? I thought Santa wasn't real. At least that's what you told Denki and ruined his Christmas." You recall last year's Christmas party when Katsuki harshly broke the news to Denki. The blond had a mental break down.

"I've reconsidered what I'd said before. He's real 'n I've been real good this year so hopefully I'll get what I wished for." He emphasizes that for some odd reason.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Remember when you verbally assaulted that kid who said you look like a mean Pokémon character?" He grumbles something that you don't quite catch but you get what he means.

"Just read it." He says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him once again.

"Ughhh be happy I love your ass. I have to stop my cupcakes to read a santa list??? How old are you five?" He knows you aren't mad which is why he holds out the red envelope for you to take.

He watches you intently as you gently tear open the envelope. You pull out a piece of paper, which reads:

Dear Santa,

It's me. Bakugo.

The only thing I want for Christmas is a pretty wife who will stay with me through thick and thin. Who's also annoying and banned from going to sleep after me because of her terrible pranks.

Thanks.

As you finish reading it you're in shock. You lower the letter from your view to see your boyfriend on one knee, a pretty ring being presented to you in a very exquisite box.

"So.. will you help Santa out? Make my wish come true?" He's shaking and he looks so vulnerable it touches your heart.

You already know your answer but who would you be if you didn't give the man a run for his money.

"Well I don't know, Santa still needs to receive the letter then he'll probably come to me and we'll talk." You say crossing your arms. Katsuki glares at you and you smile back.

"Of course I will!! I mean who else would do it if not for me?" He rolls his eyes so hard you feel it.

"I could get anyone to marry me in seconds." He scoffs while putting the ring on your finger.

"All this talk and it took you 7 years to finally pop the question." Before he even gets another word out you lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Merry Christmas, hubby." You say with a snort.

"Way to ruin a romantic moment and hubby is not going to be a new nickname."

jokes on him hubby stuck around for a long time :3

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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I NEED a part 3 of the step-cest one like the cliffhanger omgg ✋😭

left me wanting more 😖

Here ya go! :)

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 3

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Ethan has more creative ways to sneak around with you

A/N: I got so many requests for this within the last 24 hours. I hope y'all like it, and if you want me to write more for it, let me know!

You were almost asleep when you heard your phone vibrate on the nightstand beside you. You checked it, curious to see who would be texting you at almost midnight. You smiled when your eyes adjusted and saw Ethan’s name.

Ethan: You still up?

You: I was almost asleep, but someone decided to text me🙄

Ethan: I’m sorry, I’ll let you get some rest, but I wanted to show you something😏

You waited as you stared at the screen, seeing a video pop up. You clicked on it to see Ethan shirtless with his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. He was quietly moaning your name as he stroked it, before his bottom lip went in between his teeth to keep himself quiet when his whimpers got louder. His tip was red as his precum was leaking out, his hand movements speeding up because he was so needy. Within seconds, his head fell back as his cum shot out, all over his abs.

You were salivating at the video, wanting nothing more than to be with him.

You: I wish that camera wasn’t in the hallway. I’d lick that cum off you👅

Ethan: Fuck I wish you could

You: Why’d you have to send that to me? I’m so wet right now

Ethan: I didn’t get to cum earlier, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing your pussy feels

You: What’s this plan you have? Because I don’t know how to not have you in my bed with me

Ethan: I’ll tell you tomorrow, baby. Get some sleep.😘

You: Goodnight

It took you forever to fall asleep as the thoughts of Ethan ran though your mind. You couldn’t believe how crazy the day was. You couldn’t believe you got caught. But the one thing you really couldn’t believe was that your mom and Wayne separating meant you actually had a chance with Ethan.

The next morning, your mom walked into your room to wake you up. You hadn’t spoken to her since she mentioned wanting to install the cameras, and you hated that she no longer trusted you.

“Good morning,” she said, opening the curtains to let the sunlight pour in.

“Ughhh,” you groaned out, the exhaustion from only a few hours of sleep made you pull the comforter over your head.

“You need to get up. I want to discuss a few things with you before I leave,” she said, taking a seat at the foot of your bed.

You pulled the comforter off your head, your tired eyes meeting hers.

“I’ll get a notification every time there’s movement in front of the cameras. Don’t think I won’t be watching. If I see anything happening that I shouldn’t be, you’re going to stay with your dad until Ethan and Wayne move out,” her tone was stern, and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes.

“Why is it that the second you find out I’m not perfect, you think I can’t be trusted?” you asked, genuinely curious.

She sighed, not knowing how to answer your question.

“I graduated with honors, I got early acceptance into college, and I do everything you ask of me. I just don’t get it,” you said, sitting up. “I know that wasn’t something you wanted to see, but if you and Wayne are separating, why is it a big deal?”

“It’s a big deal because right now, he’s still your stepbrother. You’re under the same roof. I just can’t trust you around him. All the teenage hormones are obviously too much for the two of you,” she said, standing up to leave. “I’m sorry you feel like your privacy has been stripped away, but it’s the only way I feel comfortable leaving you here with him and not sending you to your dads house two hours away from here.”

She closed the door behind her as she walked out. You threw your pillow at the door, the soft sound it made when it hit the floor very unsatisfying.

“Fuck,” you said, grabbing your phone. You saw a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Good morning, beautiful. I’m going to make you breakfast. Come to the kitchen in 20.😊

You: I didn’t know you could cook🧐

Ethan: There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me

You smiled as you locked your phone, deciding to get up to shower. You couldn’t shake the creepy feeling of the cameras, so you looked all around the bathroom, making sure there wasn’t one in there before shedding your clothes.

You looked over your tired appearance in the mirror, hoping the shower would help. You cut the water on, noticing that it wasn’t getting very hot. You assumed it was from everyone else showering before you, so you decided to make it quick. As you tried to wash the shampoo out of your hair, the water turned ice cold. You squealed at the sudden temperature change, your teeth starting to chatter as you hurried through the rest of your shower faster than you thought was possible.

After you got out, you saw a text pop up from your mom.

Mom: If you’re showering, don’t walk out in a towel. Put your robe on.

You rolled your eyes as you dried off, still freezing from the cold shower. You put your robe on, stopping to do a spin in the hallway for your mother that seems to be watching your every move, before going to your room to get dressed.

When you walked towards the kitchen, the delicious aroma of what Ethan was making made your mouth water. You walked up beside him as he stood in front of the stove, wanting so badly to hug him. You looked behind you to see the camera on the wall.

“I feel like a prisoner,” you whispered, as Ethan started to laugh.

“The good news is, I disabled the audio. They can’t hear anything we talk about,” he said, placing a pancake onto the small stack he’d already made.

“Aren’t they going to notice?” you asked, speaking at a normal volume.

“No, I told dad to tell your mom that it doesn’t record audio. He doesn’t see the point in them knowing what we talk about,” he let out a small laugh as he spoke.

“You should’ve heard the awkward conversation I had to have this morning. If we get caught doing anything, I have to go live with my dad until you move out.”

Ethan started to laugh again as you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“I wonder if your mom realizes you’re two windows down from me. This is a one-story house,” he said, smiling.

“So that’s your plan? You’re going to get into my room from the outside?” you smirked, as he carried the stack of pancakes over to the table he set for the two of you.

“Yep. She’ll never know.”

After breakfast, that’s what he did. He went to his room a few minutes before you went to yours, hoping that it would seem a little less obvious. The last thing he wanted was for your mom to get suspicious. You opened your window, your head hanging out as you watched Ethan jump out of his. He walked over to you, placing a kiss to your lips before climbing in.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as you stood in front of him.

“Hi,” you said, as you nuzzled into his chest.

He held you there for a while, not wanting to let you go.

“You look so beautiful today,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, the whole ‘no makeup, damp hair, after an ice-cold shower’ thing really makes me feel attractive,” you joked, finally pulling away from him to lead him towards your bed.

“You’re always beautiful,” he said, sighing as he relaxed on your bed. “Come here, baby.”

You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you cuddled in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. His hand rubbed against your back as you started to doze off.

After a couple hours, you woke up to your phone ringing. You smiled as you looked at Ethan, his eyes dazed as he tried to wake up too.

“Fuck, it’s my mom. Be quiet,” you said, as he laughed a little. “I’m serious!”

Your eyes were staring him down as he watched you answer the call, a smirk playing on his lips as he got in between your legs.

“Hello?” you answered, as his hands started to run up your thighs.

“Hey, just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing,” she said, as you heard her eating her lunch.

“I’m not with Ethan if that’s why you’re asking,” you mumbled, your eyes going wide as his hands slid under the waistband of your leggings. He slowly slid them, along with your panties down your thighs, his eyes looking into yours as he smiled.

“I know you’re not. I’ve had the camera app pulled up at my desk all day,” she said, as Ethan started to place open-mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles.

“Well, I’m trying to watch a movie, can we talk when you get home?” you asked, as his mouth started to reach your inner thighs.

“No, I wanted to talk. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you asked me this morning about not trusting you,” she sighed, as your bottom lip went in between your teeth. When Ethan’s eyes met yours, he raised up to mouth ‘Be quiet’. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back down, gently licking your clit.

“Are you there?” your mom asked.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. This movie is just really good,” you said, your hand tangling in Ethan’s hair.

“Okay, maybe we should just talk later, then. My lunch is almost over, anyway,” she said, as Ethan’s tongue started to move faster against you.

“Okay, love you,” you said, your voice sounding a little strained.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s a scary movie,” you said, trying to pull it together long enough to get her to hang up.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you, too,” she said, before you heard the beeping that the call had ended.

You let out all the whimpers you had to keep deep inside of you as you locked your phone, your hands lightly tugging at his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you felt one of his fingers slip inside of you. He soon added another one, angling them just right to hit the spot you needed him to. “Right there, baby.”

His fingers started to press harder into that spot, as the sounds of your moans and wetness echoing off the walls. He looked up to see your lip between your teeth again, your moans muffled as your eyebrows knitted together. Over the last few days, he’s taken in what all of your facial expressions mean during sex. He knew your current one meant that you were getting close. Well, that and the tightening grip on his hair.

He groaned against your clit at the feeling, your hips starting to shake at the vibrations. He started to hum against you as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, your core spasming around his fingers.

His movements slowed down as he worked you through it, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. He placed one last lick to your clit, before crawling back up to lay on the bed beside you.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, your breathing still irregular.

He laughed as his hand ran up your arm.

“I think I have a new kink,” he said, looking over to you. “There’s just something so hot about the idea of getting caught.”

You playfully smacked his chest as he faked hurt.

“Hey, you liked it, though!” he uttered, defending his actions.

“You just wait until it’s your dad calling one day to check on you,” you smirked, as your hand ran over the hard cock in his jeans.

He pulled your hand away, lacing your fingers with his. You gave him a confused look as he smiled at you.

“I don’t want you to think the only thing I care about is fucking you. You’re way more than that,” he said, “As bad as I want it, making you cum is all I needed.”

You smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.

“So are you just going to hold out until later tonight and send me another video?” you joked, laying your head back on his chest.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about you,” he said, his hand moving to your hair.

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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simpcityy · 10 months

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Location Status: In Danger (Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Person!Reader) *Platonic*

Summary: Father figure Miguel left you alone in your dimension after taking your watch to get it fixed. You assure him everything was going to be okay without a watch but now he wishes he didn't listen to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is part 2 for Location Status: Unknown (Link Below Warnings)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Father Figure Miguel, father and daughter fluff?, Miguel cursing in Spanish, Angst, blood. violence, comic villain reference, meltdown...ughhh I think that is all.

Pt.1 Pt.2. Pt.3

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You woke up with your body feeling all sore. You let out a groan as you tried to get up on your knees only to fall on your back in pain. Breathing heavily, you glanced at your right side of your rib only to see your suit stained in red. Taking in deep breaths, you tried to remember what happened. You were fighting an anomaly in your dimension; things weren’t looking too good, and you got knocked out. Pulling your mask over your nose to breathe in more heavily. The pain was unbearable and not having a way to contact for backup, you had to do this on your own. “Why did the watch malfunction today?” You mutter before crying out in pain as you get up slowly leaning against the wall. Holding your side, you walked around the warehouse, wondering where this villain of another dimension took you. You dragged yourself out into a bigger room before looking around in panic as your spider senses went off.

“Looks like the spider finally woke up” A female voice calls out around the big room.

You tried to locate the voice but it only echos around the empty warehouse, making it hard to pinpoint it. “Show yourself!” You yelled being aware of your surroundings. Finally, you spotted a figure walking out of the shadow. Taking in her appearance, you froze. You quickly composed yourself and scoffed. “Look at that, an inheritor here in my dimension.” Standing up tall, ignoring the fire in your ribs from the wound, “Which one are you? Bora? Verna?” You listed the names before letting out a grunt as she gripped your throat, pushing you up against the wall. The woman chuckles, “I am Verna, and I will make you wish you weren’t my prey” She smirks. “Preying on the young has always been my favorite.” She whispers in your ear as her grip slowly increases, making you gasp for air.

Miguel was in his “cave” monitoring one of the missions he sent Gwen to do with the rest of the group that gave him headaches. He frowns watching them do it recklessly, he glances back at your watch as he was fixing. It’s been a week and he hasn’t gone over to check on you. “Lyla, bring up the cameras of (Y/N) Dimension.” He commands the AI as he keeps working on the watch. Lyla appears on his shoulder “Somethings wrong” She spoke, pulling up the screen. Miguel stops what he was doing and looks at the monitor, but it was pitch black. “Why is it not working?” He frowns, he may not have spider senses, but his father's senses were ringing in his head. “Lyla? Where is my kid?” He looks at the AI. “Hold on, I'm trying to fix this, someone or something did this.” She tries to make it work again. Miguel having no patience asked again “Dónde está mi hijo(a)? Answer me!” He yelled. “Something isn’t right!” Lyla, for once being an AI, had no clue on how to fix this, panicking as well for your well-being. Miguel yells out curses in Spanish before going through the portal to your dimension. He lands inside your place. “Kid?!” He yells going around each room finding it empty. “Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora” He was hoping you were playing around, ready to see you smile and hear your fits of laughter, but he was met with silence. He runs up to the roof ready to see you there watching the city but is met with an empty roof. His heart started pounding, he pulled at his hair as memories of Gabriella started playing in his mind. He lost her and now you. He yells out to the city, “(Y/N)!”

Verna laughs as she watches you struggle getting up on your knees. She walks over to you as you take deep breaths. Everything hurts, even breathing in and out. You yelled out in pain as Verna’s hand went through your stomach. You whimper in pain; how can she be this strong? How can her hand go through your body with such ease? There were so many questions running through your mind, but one brought you to tears. ‘Is this the end?’ You think to yourself and glare at Verna. “I was hoping for a great battle” She tuts as her hand leaves your stomach. She smirks, as she cleans her hand watching you cry out in pain. “I can’t wait to have your head on my wall like the rest of the spiders.” She walks to you smirking, enjoying the sight of you. You were hurt, bleeding out to death and overall, just broken. She lets out a sigh, “But it’s a shame I can’t yet till they start looking for you.” She sits on top of some boxes looking at you. “We have to gather the herd and then I can strike.” She smirks as your eyes widen hearing her plan. She was going to kill the rest of your spider family. You already lost so much in your life, the thought of losing Gwen, Jess, Hobie, Pav and Miguel. Miguel lost a kid and if anything were to happen to you…he would lose himself slowly. “No, I will not let you hurt them…I won’t let you kill my family!” You yelled. Verna smirks seeing you getting up ignoring the pain throughout your whole body. “My Little Spider, I was wrong about you…you will give me a great battle.” She laughs as you stand in a fighting stance “Come on now, I bet your siblings are much more powerful than you” You taunt watching her smirk turn into a frown. “Usually, I don’t get my hands dirty, but you asked for it!” Verna snapped and ran towards you.

Miguel followed by Jess and Ben started looking around for you. “Lyla Anything?” Miguel looks around the city while the other two went on separate ways to cover more ground. He swings by before landing on the ground seeing a few broken boxes in an alleyway followed by an anomaly laying on the ground in pain. He glares before walking over to them, grabbing them by the collar he slammed them on the wall. “Start talking” he growls. “Give me a break man!” The villain groans and looks at him “first I was fighting this Spider Person and then suddenly another villain came in interrupting our fight. Just great!” They groan in frustration. “Otra persona? Who?!” He yells slamming them again to the wall. “I don’t know!? I think they went by the name Verna?” Miguel drops them down and sends Ben and Jess his location. “Lyla,” He calls out. “On it already! Verna…here it says…oh no…” Lyla stops before she appears in front of him “We need to find them now.” She whispers. Miguel watched in horror, knowing Lyla was not one to lose her cheerful spunk. “(Y/N) is fighting Verna from the inheritors” Miguel stands still, everything around him was toned out, even Lyla calling his name out for him. Inheritors…people who hunt them down. You’re with one of the members, alone and having no way to contact for back up. He starts to breath heavily, was he having a panic attack? “No…no …no!” He yells punching the wall. No, he was having a meltdown. He turns to the anomaly and walks to him, his talons out. The villain quickly backs up “H-hey listen, it wasn’t me okay. I didn’t get the chance to inflict harm on them!” “Miguel!” Lyla gets in front of him only for Miguel to walk past her. Grabbing the villain, he raised his fist only to stop. “I found their location!” She yells trying to get his attention.

”Dónde*?”

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Authors note: Thank you guys so much! This series is popular among the rest I have written so far! Thank you so much! I have much more Father Figure Miguel ideas coming up soon on my blog! Change of plans, this series is going to be 3 parts instead of 2. It just means more for you to read! I love you guys for reblogging my works for others to be aware of my works! You are welcome to drop in request as well. Soon I'll be posting the rules for requesting. Thank you for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 53💕)

Spanish Translation: 1. Dónde está mi hijo(a): Where is my kid or where is my son, with the o being replaced with a it also means Where is my daughter? 2. Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora: This isn't funny! Come out now! 3. Otra persona?: Another person? 4. Dónde?: Where

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fic #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x platonic reader #father figure miguel ohara

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Why the TF2 Defense Trio deserve more recognition

The people have spoken, I have decided to create an essay disguised as a post on this godforsaken website because it's a free country goddammit! (I would have done it either way lmaooo, I have a lot of shit to say about these maniacs) To start this formal essay glorified very serious shitpost, why should you as a tf2 fan care about these 3 men? They're so "boring" and there's not much going on with them. If ya took a second, let's pause with what was being said. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND to think such thoughts, we must shake you out of cuckoo land by giving you an in-depth look into these three so that you understand where I'm coming from. Let's start in order:

Demoman:

After being in the fandom since 2019, there's always one character I always thought wasn't given much anything in the fandom at all. Even taking ships out of the equation, there's barely any fics I've that focus on Tavish Finneagan Degroot specifically that I've seen that isn't a compilation fic (I read a lot of x readers, don't judge me). Believe me, I checked ao3. I went through Demoman's tags and I tried very hard to filter a lot of the crossover and relationship tags, yet there's less of Demoman himself, than there's him just existing as a side character of a story. Which is honestly sad, I honestly think Demo is one of the more kinder mercs compared to a lot of the team. This man made friends with the BLU soldier, despite knowing that they were supposed to be killing each other. Sure, it's unclear whether or not Demo did actually go through with it and it's just a ruse, because the voicelines in WAR! don't have a set timeline. But I do think that Demo would have tried to keep his friendship with BLU soldier. He's very chill. I've never actually seen him get violent against his friends and family, despite being a drunkard. I honestly think he's one of the sweetest people in TF2, he takes good care of his mom and haunted sword lmaoooo. Jokes aside, he seems like a genuinely good man and I barely see anything that suggests he's sadistic. He's a chaotic and loud, but not bad. Not bad at all. The fact he can still do his job well, even after drinking so much that his body created a whole distillery, is even more impressive. He is damn good at what he does and works very hard. He's had multiple jobs, even as wee little lad. Despite what people think of him, the fact he's getting paid 5 million dollars a year, is proof he knows what he's doing. He loves his job and couldn't bear the thought of not working. I feel like his backstory isn't talked about enough in the fandom either. When you think about it, it's kinda fucked up that he was put in an orphanage by his biological parents until he was in the right age to be blowing people up. Not only that, his eye socket was haunted by the Bombinomicon so that every halloween a giant eye would manifest, attacking him and his friends. Even Medic couldn't help him and instead resorting to scooping the part of Demo's brain where he remembered so he would stop asking. He most likely has a lot of stories for you, I see him as the type that has a lot to say. His past is the most fleshed out and complete out of all the mercs, which I really appreciate, you can do a lot more with him. Also another thing, during Unhappy Returns, he took the time to reassure Soldier that he wouldn't think he's a civilian. He didn't brush Soldier's worries aside and instead comforted him. I wish I had a lot more to say about Demo because I am baffled that he isn't being gushed about as a potential partner. He has the excitement and like zero baggage. A thing I also wanna point out is that he seems to be insecure of the fact he's a black scottish man with only one eye during Meet The Demoman. I may be reading into things a bit too much, but it makes me wanna be like "NOOOO don't talk about yourself like that, bro. You're so cute UGHHH" Also also he's handsome. Sure looks can be subjective, but I still think Demo has a face I would kiss hehe. He looks great with his beard and his cheeky ass smile. GOD I could gush about him all day, but I have to move on rip.

Heavy:

Honestly, I'm having a hard time just finding the words to describe this amazing man without giving him the respect he deserves. But I'll sure try. Heavy has had a difficult life and I've always admired how strong he was. Not just of his muscles, but he endured one of the toughest situations and still kept moving forward with his life even though it was traumatizing. You see why I'm even having a hard time talking about him? I can't really get down into the weeds, without getting serious for a min. I feel like the fandom doesn't give him much credit for being able to deal with so much. He's the rock for his family after his father disappeared (atp I think he's dead, which is the cherry on top this depressing sundae) and I wouldn't doubt that he would be the same for his team. He's a man of few words, but that makes him all the more intriguing. Just because this man has a lot of brawn does not mean he's dumb at all. Despite how he acts in the battlefield, Heavy is observant and clever. Although, it's implied that Spy being Scout's dad is an open secret between the mercs and Miss Pauling, the fact he figured it out without saying it directly must mean he has a lot more going on. He's also educated, getting a phD in Russian Literature. It's not a STEM program, but he actually got a doctorate and went to college, that's a lot more than half of what the mercs did lmaooo. Also he has a bit of a softie side, not just for his mom and sisters, but also other creatures as well. I respect him so much for avoiding violence against those dogs during the Showdown comic. Not only shows what an absolute sweetheart he is, but also how much he's able to think quickly on his feet. Heavy is very direct and blunt, I don't see him as the type to lie about his feelings. I appreciate that he doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat anything, he'll get the job done and he ain't playing. There's no fluff, he knows what he wants and that's to rev up Sasha and ram through sons of bitches without any worries.

I feel like I wanna point out, his story seems the most unexplored in the fandom, even though it has a lot of potential for ANGST factor. I already broke down how sad it is, but I just feel like it isn't said enough. Can I just say how cuddly he looks?! GAH, I feel like he would give the warmest hugs! The way he smiled in Unhappy Returns when he finds out his family doesn't need to live in fear anymore, just melts my heart! He's so protective over his family and friends! I wish I had a lot more to say about this guy because I just can't stop finding more things about him that go unappreciated. I had to literally edit this part so many times before moving on, he just has those little details you don't notice until you take a second and have that OH MY GOD moment

Engineer:

I was getting so hyped, when it was finally our resident southern nerd's time to shine. GOD I have so much to say about this man. It's been over 5 fucking years and I have never stopped simping for this man since 2019, I think I'm gonna go insane from how much I've been repressing, I go feral when he's around. Anyways enough stalling. I don't ever think a fictional character has ever made me swoon quite like Engineer, I really mean that. I have ask and pleaded to whatever god was listening to give me a man like Engie. To me, he is everything I ever wanted and more.

First, I wanna talk about what makes him attractive to me. His accent. His southern charm, UGH he's killing me with that smooth voice and chivalry! I swear this man could make me faint just from existing. The way he smiles is so warm, his insults are so corny I love them. That five o clock shadow GAHH! I'm getting butterflies all over again. I swear I love all three of the defense bois, but Dell Conagher has my heart wrapped around his gunslinger metal finger. All those personal reasons aside, I've always thought Dell Conagher was a very interesting character in the world of TF2. He might not have much screen time or goofy shenanigans like the other mercs, but that doesn't mean you can ignore him oh no no no. This man is important within the whole story of Mann Co and TF industries, his grandfather being the catalyst of the game's events and the comics going forward. The Conaghers are the SOLE REASON why Team Fortress 2's story exists. I find it strange that the fandom hasn't done much with this fact because you can do a lot with this idea. Engineer knows a lot of shit and would be the biggest threat to Helen, if not for the fact that his family has been helping her for years.

Like his backstory, he's not seen much in the battlefield, but he has a lot more going on behind the scenes. Imagine the possibilities. He is damn intelligent and he knows it. While Dell is very sweet and has a southern charm, this is a facade to hide his God complex and sadistic tendencies. If you think this man is just your boring gentle engineer, you've got a big storm coming. It's heavily implied that he sawed off his own arm so that he could use the gunslinger. This man works on projects with Medic and doesn't question the moral implications of putting a human brain in a pumpkin. Hell, he threatened his own employer, even if he was an old man (Granted, Blutarch dug up his grandpa's grave, so he probably should have gotten something a lot worse than just Dell telling him to fuck off). Engineer is more than the texan egghead sweetie pie, he is a mercenary for a reason and I would argue that he might be as insane, if not more than, the rest of the team. No sane man would willingly work with a bunch of war criminals if he wasn't also crazy. That's the thing I really like about him. I love playing as him in the game because it represents his character very well. He technically serves a supportive role to the team with his buildings, but he is a killer with a lot of tools in his disposal, With the right amount of training, he can absolutely dominate in the battlefield.

I feel like he's one of the people that underestimate and assume that he's an easy target, but he's a lot more than that. He has a lot of layers that makes me want to learn more about him and what he has to offer.

In Conclusion:

These guys are cool. Lmaooo okay I won't just end it there. I genuinely believe that they're not getting the recognition that they deserve, they've got a lot more going for them if you pay attention. Sure they might not always be the loudest or most prominant character in the story, but what they lack in quantity, they make up for in quality TEN FOLD. They don't have to be your favourite, but you should at least give them a chance. You never know, they may surprise you.

Okay so thats enough of that, I couldn't find a divider above this message, so you're getting this grainy ass gif. Honestly, I put way too much effort on this shitpost lmaooo, but I just wanted to get my thoughts out in a more concise manner. If you want to add more stuff about these three that I didn't mention, feel free to do so. Anyways thanks for reading

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 engie #tf2 demo #tf2 mikhail #tf2 defense #i spent way too long on this post than I should have bruh #enjoy the ramblings of a thirsty idiot #defense nation rise up

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Creepy Tenko getting milked by his love until he’s sore and shooting blanks and squirting😩 ughhh making him squirt is just so<333 He just can’t get enough of his love’s hand<3 getting his sheets all messy<33 I just recently found out that guys can squirt when you overstimulate just the tip and I’m obsesseddddd<33 he’d be the perfect candidate for that

Making College AU Tenko squirt

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“A-aaah~… T-Tenko! Tenko! Ah!-“ you wailed, crushing his head between your thighs as he brutally worked his magic. He gave you no break, no time to breathe, nothing but sinful pleasure until his hands were red and bruised.

“C’mon…” he muttered, one hand holding your hips down as he concentrated on his technique. He dove his head back in, suckling on your clit for just a moment before rising again, making sure not to miss the coveted view.

And what was said view? Why, the sight of that coveted clear liquid gushing from your precious cunt as you came, of course. Yes, above all else he wanted to see you squirt.

And see you squirt he did. He smiled wide as you tensed, squirting him directly in the face and covering him in your juices as he giggled. He didn’t stop his hand movements until you were completely dry, emptying you out all over his face.

He sighed in contentment afterwards, rising up to meet your adoring gaze and snuggling his still wet face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his scars and cracked skin scratching against your shoulder as he nuzzled you but of course you said nothing.

“Did it… did it feel good?” He asked, meekly, causing you to hold back laughter as you began to pet his hair. Every time he pleasures you like this he asked that question when you were done, poor baby needing constant reassurance that he did good and not trusting himself to assume.

“Yes baby.” You sighed happily, causing him too to sigh in relief. “You were my good boy, like always. Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around you, content. Before he could drift off you interrupted him. “You don’t need any relief baby?” You asked, pressing your knee into his bulge and grinding it up and down, causing Tenko to shiver.

“N-nah. Nah I’m good. ‘M just glad I made you feel good.” He smiled, and you kissed his forehead, both content as this time, you had your drifting off interrupted.

“You’re lucky tho. Wish I could do that.” He absentmindedly sighed. You made a little hum in acknowledgment before replying.

“Well you know guys can squirt too.”

He giggled, before his smile dropped and he looked up at you in utmost disbelief. “Nooo…” he said dismissively.

“Yes!” You replied, sitting up. “Did you not know that?”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “No way!” His cheeks puffed out in a pout. You had to stop yourself at laughing from how adorable he was being.

You took his face in your hands, and seductively you whispered into his ear: “I can prove it to you, if you want~”

A dark blush bloomed on his cheeks at your promise of pleasure, and instantly he nodded, his arms falling limply at his side.

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“C’mon Tenko! We’re almost there!”

He wailed out in pleasure, pulling at his leather restraints as the bullet vibrator in his ass went at him at 100%. His cock was red and sore from the overstimulation as he screamed out when you bended over and took his cocktail in your mouth, swirling your tongue over it for just a moment before pulling back, just like he had done with your clit.

“P-PLEASE… PLEASE AUUGH-PLEASE!!!”

You giggled as his hips jerked again, his cock swelling as he came once again, this time completely dry. “Aww.” You mock-pouted. “Maybe next time.” You rubbed his slit with your thumb affectionately.

Of course, he could get out of this any time with the safe word. The safe word being: “safe word.” (Very original). But despite his numerous loud protests he had yet to spill the syllables that would get you to relieve and retrieve him.

Still, you wanted to make sure I case you had fucked him dumb and left him incapable of saying anything but “please”.

“Wanna safe word baby?”

Even with the foam coating the corners of his mouth he persisted. “No-auuugh, no, just… please.” You smiled, taking the little vibrator and thrusting it in and out as he squeaked in surprise. The vibrations were so powerful it kept slipping from your fingers.

Finally, he groaned in surprise when identical clear liquid gushed from his tip, splattering onto your chest as you giggled in amusement. He cried out in pleasure, eyes fluttering as his back arched just like yours had.

And after a fleeting moment, he finally fell back against the mattress, muttering out the safe word despite the fact you had already turned the vibrator off and were removing it. You unclasped his wrists from his restraints and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck like he had, kissing his self-made hickies.

“So… did it feel good?” You laughed, circling your finger on his chest absentmindedly, proud of what a mess you had made him. He nodded tiredly, before his head fell back against the pillow lifelessly.

“You…” he breathed out. “You were right.”

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Alright so I looked it up and anon, you were right. Males can squirt, although from what I read it’s only from prostate stimulation? Either way.

This is a first of many I promise, I have a bunch of college au Tenko stuff I’m writing and I know I say this a lot but I’m so, so sorry for taking soooo long. I haven’t even feeling well and it’s been hurting my focus.

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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satellite ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“i’m here, right here. wishing i could be there for you.”

summary: when the news of the downfall of her racing journey broke out, max verstappen promised to never let her down like that ever again. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

content warning: confrontation and good crying sesh with max and ofc, panic attack, alludes to smut (not graphic), use of explicit language, angst, set in vs fashion show 2016

note: 300 FOLLOWERS?! you guys are insane and i love you all so much!!! thank you!!!

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Her standard was Max, and god, did that ever ruin her chance to have a rebound. Whenever she got the chance to go on dates, she seemed to cower from the thought. As if she was worried about not getting along with the said dates.

Speaking of anxiety.

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was on the go, and to say that it was nerve wracking would be quite a shame. You would think that she would be alright with walking down the runway now— but to know that some of her peers were here to support her, three days after the last race? Yeah, she might as well shit on her pants.

She had everyone else to be nervous about; Lady Gaga was there for fucks sake. She was in the same room as Adriana Lima and Elsa Hosk. Hell, even Abel would be performing during her segment— why was she nervous about seeing her driver friends while she walked down the runway?

She supposed that no one had seen her pose in her underwear before. That, and that they all grew up with her— it was weird to see your childhood friend all grown up, dressed in lingerie and nothing else.

Not that Max Verstappen hadn’t seen that months ago.

Fuck, Max was going to be there!

She knew she was nervous. She just didn’t realize that it was because of him. Why would she be nervous? After all, working together had a major effect on their relationship. And… sleeping together once.

Because he didn’t bring it up anymore after their conversation that day. He was friendly with her, but not once did he mention that he wanted to do it again. She wasn’t sure if it was because of their workplace relationship or their general friendship, but she was sure as hell that it hurt. Not that she would ever tell him that. Not especially after she found a woman clinging to him at their next race’s afterparty.

So it did hurt. But as a prideful daughter of a miserable mother, she kept a straight face and smiled at everyone.

After seeing him that night, she kept their relationship as civil as it could be— only listening to him “Maxplain” everything he could speak about, and offering him advice whenever he needed it. She failed to mention a lot of things in her life— like how Abel was performing tonight. Max only found out through their friends hours prior to the event and while it pissed him off to no end, he couldn’t afford to upset Sylvie on her special day. This was her day after all. She was debuting as a VS model.

Tilly and Aimee had managed to see Sylvie and Stevie before the show as they prepared. They had mostly spoken about how they were able to get to the location easily and how Soren fussed when Tilly left him at Toto’s watch.

“The boys are there,” Aimee pointed her head towards the direction of the audience, “I told them not to be foolish this time around.”

“Did you tell them to behave and not bark?” Stevie giggled, making Sylvie cackle. Sylvie’s makeup artist shot her a warning to not ruin her makeup by crying in laughter.

“They know not to,” Tilly rolled her eyes, “those men have PR managers to answer to otherwise.”

“I think George and Alex were only there chilling,” Aimee said, “I didn’t think someone could have anxiety even if they’re just an audience— not until I saw Max.”

“Max? Why?” Now that piqued Sylvie’s curiosity.

Tilly answered, “I dunno. It must’ve been the adrenaline from Abu Dhabi, if you were to ask me. He’ll be fine once the show starts.”

The beating of her heart slowed down when her segment started, only focusing on the front and had only given Abel a look of indifference before making her way through the middle, posing with her head tilting slightly to the right. Walking back, she glanced on her right and watched Max’s eyes stare at hers.

She kept her head in his direction for a moment, not even realizing that she walked past Abel as her ears muted his song and voice, only paying attention to Max before looking back in front of her and walking off.

Max knew that she had seen him with his not-really-girlfriend in each race, and it was extremely stupid of him. Rebounds shouldn’t be a thing at all, he told himself. He knew how he felt about her, yet after spending some time with her in a bedroom, he seemed to chicken out and not tell her about the love he had for her.

He always wondered how she went from insulting him jokingly to having a civil conversation and agreeing to everything he said. It was wrong. Why didn’t she say something about it? They agreed not to lie to each other, did they not?

He seemed to feel like a hypocrite just saying that. But he was more than willing to admit that she was just as beautiful as she was before. He only started to feel different when they shared an intimate moment with each other, one that he’d like to relive for as long as he could breathe.

But they weren’t even aware that admitting would have to take time. After all, there were more problems to solve.

Partying had never been a priority for her, if you were to ask, but Kendall insisted that Sylvie come along before the younger girl could even dive headfirst into her work throughout their break. The third Hearth daughter only nodded and dressed up as nicely as she could, only deciding that she would only drink one glass of daiquiri. What she didn’t know, however, was that Kendall had invited her guy friends to join them at the party. She had never felt so annoyed— why wouldn’t Kendall tell her in the first place that she’d invite them? Not that she wasn’t enthralled at the thought. Some warning would have sufficed.

But it wasn’t their presence that made her want to go home.

Everyone was too busy dancing to even sit in their booth, leaving Sylvie behind while she scrolled through her Twitter. She liked the peaceful atmosphere that the club could offer in a booth. And her blocking Abel was definitely something.

Her eyes found a tweet that left her blood running cold. No.

“Sylvie’s Failed F1 Career: Explained”

From top to bottom, the story of her discontinued journey in Formula One was splayed out in a gossip website— a rather accredited one, while you’re at it. People would normally say not to believe what you see on the internet, but the truth was published and spread in the Formula One community and show business.

Nobody knew what had happened before. Not until now. Whoever the fuck were these anonymous sources, they were nothing but assholes. Everything in the article was detailed from head to toe. Some stuff that people didn’t know were put up for everyone to see and shame her with.

Then panic started to spread across her body, her feet stumbling up as she marched down towards the dance floor, her hand gripping on Max’s shirt as she dragged him to a seedy area of the club no one had ever stepped foot on.

“Mustang, what—“

“Cut the bullshit, Max,” she spewed out venomously before she shoved her phone in his hand. “Did you do this?”

His eyes peered down on the article on screen as they widened. He looked up to see her teary eyes appearing once more.

“No,” he answered honestly, but she wasn’t having it.

“You knew what happened, you’re the one who reported me, Max,” she cried out, her body shaking in anger and panic as she continued, “you saw that. You told the officials—“

“But that doesn’t mean I would fuck your career over!” Max exclaimed in frustration. “I told you that if you had somehow given me a heads up that they were kicking you out, I would have gone back and made them review it. Me not being there when you were being questioned was the biggest mistake I’ve made, because I know you. You’re honest. I would’ve known. I would’ve admitted that I was wrong if I heard you speak for yourself.”

“Then why do this? If you respect me then why do this now?”

“Sylvie, schatje,” he took a deep breath before looking at her again, “I would not— for the life of me— treat you like that. God, I would never forgive myself if I did. So I swear that isn’t me.”

He didn’t even realize how bad their situation was until she started crying and crumbling in his arms, the music still tampering with the hysterical sound of her sobs. He tried to comfort her right there, but the loudness of the club only messed with both of their emotions and anxiety as he picked up their stuff and hailed for a cab.

It didn’t take him long to find his room as she continued to cry in his arms. She spoke about her worries about her career as she sobbed, not wanting to lose her job in Red Bull and as a model because of this disaster they both called a lie. How was she going to explain all of this to her family? She asked herself as she sniffled, wiping her tears away. She hadn’t even realized that Max was crying too.

All of this happened because he believed his friends who couldn’t give anymore shit about him. All of this happened to her because of him. All he could do now was apologize with tears.

“I- I- I’ll do my best to fix this,” Max stammered, wiping his tears away to hide it away from her as she looked up. “Let me please help you fix this. This was my doing and I- I can’t hurt you like this, Sylv. I can’t afford to have you lose your career because of me. Just… please, forgive me and let me help.”

“Please, Max,” she whispered. “I can’t be silenced anymore, Max. I- I need someone to speak for me.”

“We’ll be speaking for you,” Max promised, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’ll… I don’t care if it ruins my own career, I just know yours cannot be ruined because of me. I’ll be here for you, schatje. Just have me.”

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note : reader is on their period, I haven't used any female pronouns though! || Not proofread || Lee haechan fuck you for making me so miserable ;-;

Curling up under your blanket with an excruciating pain in your abdomen was not how you had expected your weekend to go.

“Ughhh” You groan, shutting your eyes tight as you wish for this stupid ache to go away.

Your eyes, however, open to your phone’s screen lighting up on the nightstand. You reluctantly reach out for your phone to check who was disturbing your already-disturbed weekend. As soon as you read the notification on the screen, a wave of relief rushes through your body.

Hyuck <3 [08:27] Heyyy y/nieee~~~ I’m on my way to your place! Let me know if you need anything!

You put your phone back on the nightstand beside you and roll over to the other side. The torturous pain is still there, but you can’t help but wait for Haechan’s arrival.

What seems like hours later, you finally hear someone twist the door knob of your apartment.

“Y/n?” someone peeks their head inside your room.

Haechan's smile fades away as soon as he sees your figure hiding somewhere under the sheets. He approaches you slowly and kneels down beside you, removing the covers from your head.

“Hey babe, are we feeling okay?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek.

“Period” you manage to mumble out, tears form in your eyes because of the extreme spasms.

“Poor baby.” Letting out a soft chuckle, he kisses your forehead.

“No, don’t go please.” You frown when you see him walk away from you.

“I’m not going anywhere, love. I’m just going to bring some painkillers for you.”

After some time in the kitchen, Haechan returns with a tray in his hands. You manage to sit up and he sets himself beside you. He opens the painkiller for you and places it in your hand. His eyes never leave your awfully messy state, oh how he wishes he could take away all the pain that made his baby suffer.

“Hyuck?” your voice was tired.

“Yes, babe?” he asks, setting the tray aside on the same nightstand as before.

“Stay with me for a bit? Cuddles sound wonderful right now.”

“Of course, love. Anything for you”

You shift a little to make some space for him when he lays down beside you. You feel his arm around your waist and a slight tug, which results in your head resting against his chest. He starts to gently rub circles on your lower back, just so he could help soothe the pain a little.

“I love you so much, Hyuck.” you mutter against his chest.

Smiling to himself at his nickname [and how cute you are], his free hand runs through your hair.

“I love you too, y/n.”

Title : Weekend Misery || Word count: 445 || Genre: Fluff, Angst if you squint? || Pairing: bf!haechan x Fem(?)!Reader

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P2

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed. Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister. Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath. Part 2/3

Read Part One Here: https://www.tumblr.com/auranova713/741634729746612224/dazai-x-odasakusister-timeless-p1

Another one of his victims' screams filled the space before he was silenced permanently as Dazai blankly put his gun back into his holster before exiting the room in pure silence. Mori had given him extra work to “keep his mind busy” in order to not attempt another suicide in the wake of Odasaku’s death but the boy just found it boring.

In fact, he found everything boring. The guy he was torturing didn’t even show him anything interesting. He didn’t make any fun expressions or say anything of note. It was all just run of the mill screaming and cursing. Sigh.

Moving out into the hallway, the boy then wandered into the next place on his schedule in order to go inside the meeting room and slump into the chair with a childish groan. “Mori, I’m bored. That guy was the worstttt.”

The mafia boss only chuckled though, his fingers resting under his chin like they usually did. “Apologies Dazai. I’ll make sure to find you something more interesting to play with next time.”

Pouting his lips, the boy frowned. “You’re just saying that so I won’t attempt another suicide again. It’s not fair! You sneaky man. So evil.”

Once again, Mori only laughed, already used to Dazai’s dark words. “You aren’t wrong there. I guess I just wanted to bring you back to your usual self after you’ve been off the last week. Of course I know why but I need my executive to remain sharp.”

Giving the man a warning eye for a split second at the vague mention of Oda, the boy then quickly threw it away in order to kick his feet under the table. “Ughhh fine. This meeting better be interesting at least.”

Spoiler alert, the meeting wasn’t interesting in the slightest. They just talked about a string of uprisings in the area that were challenging the port mafia. Blah blah basic stuff really.

See, this was the problem with Dazai. His world always spun far too fast for anyone to comprehend. It was like everyone else was constantly moving at a snail's pace and the boy found it a pain to slow down even for a millisecond.

He was sharp, calculating and observant, more than anyone else could be. And in a way he wished that wasn’t the case, finding the experience boring and dull. Nothing could interest him for long enough for him to care. The entire world was just a toy he threw away time and time again.

Any conversation he held was already finished before he could even speak, every move from an enemy was deciphered in a millisecond of them thinking it. It was all so boring. Everything, everyone. He was numb to it all.

And sure, there were things that remedied that. Alcohol was a vice that temporarily slowed him down but it wasn’t ever enough, sex felt good but was also fleeting in terms of enjoyment and torturing only brought him possible entertainment not fulfillment.

So much so, Dazai didn’t see a point in it all, wanting to just die rather than have to suffer in the mediocrity for the rest of his life. That right, a quick painless death was what was best for him. If only the universe would let him have that.

Cause apparently Mori would not. How annoying.

Couldn’t he see that there was truly no value in living?

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Once his meeting was finished, the boy found himself wandering the streets of Yokohama once more. He was only a couple blocks from the port mafia base but that place was making him antsy. He needed to find something interesting and fast.

Usually he would’ve harassed his idiot partner Chuuya but he was out of the country on a mission which meant that his usual toy wasn’t available. Ah how unfortunate.

Just then, Dazai’s uncovered eye couldn’t help but focus on a very familiar individual, her crimson red hair skipping with her steps as he looked wide eyed wandering through the crowds of people.

And if he didn’t know who she was, the boy would’ve thought she was a tourist with how fascinated and enamored she was with everything.

So much so, the boy couldn’t help but watch her silently, his head turning in interest. He thought Ango had sent her back home last night. But what was she doing here, and so close to the port mafia base?

And he didn’t plan to pursue her, Ango’s deep warning still clear in the back of his head. Well, that was until he watched the girl step into oncoming traffic, her eyes not noticing the red flashing lights at the intersection in the slightest.

At the sight, Dazai’s heart couldn’t help but drop inside his chest as images of Odasaku’s death crashed into him immediately. And though this girl wasn’t him, her similarities made him feel like he was watching his best friend’s death again.

So much so, he lifted his bandaged arm towards her in anxiety, pulling her backwards into his chest just as a car flew past them and across her vision and shouted out the window. “Hey! Watch where you’re walking!”

Asagao then blinked behind her glasses in order to turn around to meet the frazzled boy only for her eyes to light up with that same kind of giddy joy he saw last night. “Oh. Osamu! Nice to see you again! I was hoping we would run into each other soon!”

He paused at the sound of his first name. How odd, no one usually called him that. So informally. Then again, from what he gathered from Ango she wasn’t from around here. Which probably meant she was used to living in a place that used surnames, unlike Japan.

Strangely enough though, the boy didn’t comment on it, finding the name refreshingly different. “You know, if you want to die there are less messy ways to do it. I could give you some pointers if you’d like?.”

Asagao only looked at him confused though, her blue eyes barely noticeable behind her large circular glasses. “Die?”

Yet that’s when Dazai pointed over towards the crosswalk that almost killed her only for her to follow his finger and squint her eyes in silence. Was her eyesight really that bad? But she was wearing glasses.

Then he watched her gasp audibly before nodding her head in understanding. “Ohhhh…so that’s what that red light was. Sorry, I’m not used to the streets here. Back home it wouldn’t be such a problem. Thanks for saving me from being a pancake though, I really appreciate it. That would’ve been embarrassing.”

Well. that confirmed it. Her eyesight really was shit. Dazai wondered why she even made it this far with something like that. Probably out of pure luck from the looks of it.

Which begged the question why she was here in the first place. “Didn’t Ango say he was taking you back?”

And looking at her, he realized that maybe Ango was right after all. She obviously didn’t have the cautious intuition to live in Yokohama, considering she almost died by that truck a couple seconds ago.

The way she was now, he doubted she’d last the rest of the day.

Asa only smiled sheepishly though, a hand to her head in order to answer nervously. “Ah, yeah. But then I kinda..ran away from him..?”

Ran away? Did she just say she ran away from Ango? Oh now that was too good. She slipped out from under him so easily. If only he could see the look on his face when it happened. Honestly good, Dazai knew he deserved the misery.

So much so, the bandaged mafioso's lips curved upwards before giving a short chuckle of his own. “Ha! I bet he’s scrambling right now.”

Although that was when he watched Odasaku’s sister pause for a moment before shifting around on her feet, like she was nervous before finally speaking. “Anyways since you're here you wanna go somewhere with me?”

Dazai felt himself pause then. Just what was her game? No one had ever invited him anywhere before, well without ill intentions. “And why would I do that?”

Asa then looked down for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in order to reply. “Cause you’re bored?”

Feeling himself freeze, Dazai couldn’t help but feel amused by her answer. How did she know he was searching for something to entertain him, something to fill the mundane? It’s like she had read him.

Or it could've been a lucky guess, that was more likely.

Either way, the boy felt himself smile under his breath before reaching forward in order for his fingers to wrap around her arm and pull her forward with a low whisper. “Are you saying you’ll entertain me, darling?”

He meant it as a joke to toy with her, wanting to see her off guard and flustered face from how close the distance suddenly was.

Yet he was certainly surprised when she only nodded her head, like she was accepting some sort of challenge. “I’ll try my best!”

In fact, she didn’t seem bothered by his hold, the boy’s fingers tightening ever so slightly before feeling his lips turn upwards when more, this time in a genuine sign of interest.

Well, would you look at that? Odaskau’s sister had just cured his boredom.

Allowing his fingers to unhook from the sight, the mafioso then stared down at his new entertainment before speaking lightly. “Very well, lead the way.”

Then all at once, he watched the girl practically squeal with delight in order to do some sort of dance with her feet before beaming joyfully. “Ahh! Thank thank you. It’s just this way..I think…”

Turning her body around, the girl was then gasping as she walked straight into a passerby only for her to jump back with a nervous chuckle and bow. “Oops, sorry! Excuse me!”

Dazai couldn’t help but gaze at her with hilarity before following behind with a chuckle.

Oh Asagao, how strange you are. I’ll dig into that brain of yours soon enough.

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The place she took him was towards the edge of town, up on a cliff as it overlooked the entire city of Yokohama. And to some, the purple/pink colored sky would be called beautiful. But to Dazai he didn’t feel the same, only looking down at the distance in order to gauge how much it would hurt if he jumped off.

Asagao, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself. “Whoa, it’s just like brother described it. I can’t believe I’m actually here. Finally, if only it wasn’t too late.”

The girl then looked down with a sad distant smile before turning towards Dazai. “Tell me, Osamu. Is it really as beautiful as I think it is?”

And even though she was looking at the same sky, the boy couldn’t help but see the disconnect in her eyes. It was like she wasn’t truly viewing it, like she was only seeing a blurred vague picture of what it was supposed to be.

Putting the pieces together, Dazai spoke. “Why don’t you take your glasses off and find out? They don’t help you see anyways.”

It was something he figured out the minute she stepped into that oncoming traffic. On the outside it looked like the girl was oblivious to her surroundings but Dazai was smarter than that. He knew there was more to her than meets the eye

And it had everything to do with the large glasses that covered her vision. But what he couldn't figure out is why she was walking around with the wrong prescription? Why was she just going around life unable to see?

His statement didn’t shock Asagao though, her arms leaning against the railing before speaking wistfully. “Now why would I do that? What if it’s not as amazing as I’m picturing in my mind, what if the reality isn’t as beautiful? No, the art of pure imagination is better I think.”

Then, Dazai had his answer. “You wear them on purpose.”

Watching her eyes widen at his words, the girl then lifted her fingers up to the objects before giving a laugh that sounded like relief. “You’re the first person that’s noticed. Usually people just call me clumsy and stupid.”

She then pushed herself back off the railing in order to stretch her arms out as Dazai watched with pure interest for her actions. “Tell me, Osamu. What is the value of life?”

Her question was almost laughable, the boy knowing better than anyone what the truth is. “Easy, there is none.”

And for a second he thought she would disagree with him, that she would tell him he was being silly or unreasonable like everyone else did. That, or they tried to convince them that his answer was false when it clearly wasn’t.

Yet Asagao did none of those things, her eyes simply closing before smiling softly. “That’s right. But what if there could be the possibility of one?”

At that, Dazai paused. The possibility of value? What was she saying? That didn’t make sense. Of course there was no possibility. He had never even thought of one before.

What a naive thing to say.

He opened his mouth to counter before Asa simply knew what he was going to say and beat him to it. “I’m not dumb, I know that the world is cruel, I know that it turns on you in the worst ways. I know that if you truly see what is happening, it crushes you into nothing. If you look at it for too long it will consume you and break you.”

Lifting her head up, the girl then continued plainly. “But what you didn’t have to look at, you didn’t have to perceive it? Then you can see past that, you can imagine something bigger, something better.”

Asa then pointed to her glasses before pushing them up in order to cover her entire face as she finished with pure honesty. “That’s why I choose to be blind, to live life in a blurry uncertain reality. I would rather see existence for how it could be rather than how it is. I want to give the world a chance to be beautiful, and then maybe one day, it actually will be..”

Flashing with some sort of realization, she then muttered under her breath. “Well that, and another reason you’ll find out soon enough..”

And although Dazai wanted to ask her about the other reason, he was far too caught up in the romanticized answer she had given him. How strange, this girl was both self aware and purposely blinded to the way the world worked.

She knew that there was no value and was still searching for one? How preposterous. He knew she’d only find disappointment by doing that. Life wasn’t that gracious, it wasn’t going to show her anything beautiful. She was wasting her time.

Because of that, the boy lowered his eyes, a dark feeling pooling inside his chest at the words. “And what if you never find it, what if there is no value after all?”

He then watched her think for a second before turning towards him with a look of pure confidence. “Well, then at least my life would be filled with sweet delusions rather than horrible realities. I would be able to die with peace.”

Yet a second later, the girl seemed to catch the blank look in Dazai’s eyes before quickly turning away with embarrassment. “I know, you’re looking at me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. That’s usually the reaction people give me. Either that or they tell me to check into a mental hospital.”

And for a moment, Dazai felt himself pause to really think about her ideals. Sure, maybe a normal ordinary person would look at her like she was crazy but he was far from normal. So much so, the boy couldn't help but mull over the words silently.

Then, he spoke wistfully. “Dying with peace, that’s what I want too.”

All at once, Asagao perked her head up at that, slowly turning back to him only for Dazai to add lightly. “And believing there is a point to it all when there isn’t, it’s an interesting sentiment..”

Turning her head back to him, the girl leaned forward with a new kind of desperation, like she was begging to be understood for once. “You really think so?”

Dazai only nodded his head though, his mind deep in thought. “Yeah, maybe if I looked at life like that then things wouldn’t be so dull all the time. Maybe the world could be something other than boring.”

And he meant those words, never having thought of such a ridiculous thing before. How strange, Odasaku’s sister had said something rather intriguing. He hadn’t felt like that in awhile.

Asagao then frowned before turning her head in question. “Do you think everything is boring?”

Dazai lifted his hands in response, his badges showing through his black jacket. “Of course, because that’s what it is. Nothing has ever surprised me and nothing ever will. That’s why I wanna go as quickly and painlessly as possible, just so it can be over.”

And usually when he told people about his plans to die they looked shocked and confused. Not Asagao though, she only nodded her head like what he was saying was a logical and sound statement.

Pausing for a moment, she then whispered. “But what about my brother, did he surprise you?”

At the mention of Oda, the mafioso felt himself stiffen before a sad smile crossed his lips in memory. “Odasaku was interesting, but he always did as I predicted. With him, I didn’t mind as much though. Moving slowly wasn’t as annoying.”

Those nights at Bar Lupin may have been just as pointless as everything else was but Dazai felt different there. He felt strangely human, more so than ever before. There he could pretend, he could play the part of being a normal fifteen year old kid rather than the brutal demon prodigy he really was.

It didn’t matter if Odasaku was lower in rank than him, the man was just his friend. That's all it was to it.

He then heard the girl hum only to find her gazing down as if to search for something invisible.

She was making that face again, the one that looked like she was struggling to find the impossible. “I see..”

And this time, Dazai spoke on it. “You didn’t know him, did you?”

Widening her eyes at his declaration, Asa then turned to him in shock only for Dazai to explain his deduction. “Your eyes look disconnected when you talk about him, like you can’t paint a picture fully no matter how desperately you want to.”

Then she closed her eyes before speaking sadly. “Oda was gone for most of my life and I never blamed him for it. I know the life he lived was dangerous and he didn’t want me in it. I could live with that. He took my place in the darkness so I never had to experience it.”

Playing with her hands, Asa then put them down before continuing. “But when you told me that he died, I realized that I felt…nothing. I couldn’t mourn, I couldn’t even feel grief because my brother was a complete stranger to me. He still is. I have no idea what he was like or who he was.”

It was something that Dazai had figured out since their first meeting. Why else would anyone be so nonchalant about their brother’s death unless they didn’t really know them.

And the way she always spoke about him, it seemed detached and odd.

Opening her eyes once more, the red haired girl then turned towards the mafia executive before staring straight through him. “But you do, Osamu. You poured a drink for him, you knew how precious he was. I’m jealous of it, of the way you knew my brother in a way I never could.”

At that, the boy’s head couldn’t help but feel a strange unexplainable feeling. He felt strange, knowing that she was right. He knew Odasaku better than anyone, better than his own sister, and now that he was dead she would never get the chance to.

Those memories at Bar Lupin were his and his alone. She couldn’t have them so matter how desperate.

His eyes then flashed with realization. So that’s why she said it was okay if he killed her. Because she knew that Dazai was the closest thing she could ever get to seeing her brother. Asagao wanted him to pull that trigger in a desperate attempt to be closer to him.

Snapping him out his thoughts, the girl then pointed to the landscape. “That’s why I came up here. He used to write me letters about his time here, and though I could never send any back I treasured them. I hoped that when I came here I could finally be a bit closer to him, that I could see who he really was.”

He recalled her saying something about that before, Dazai leaning forward in order to pry. “You said that he wrote about me.”

And he tried not to sound desperate but just the idea of getting to have anything else from Odasaku even after his death was enough to make him long for it. New words, new paragraphs. He wanted to know them all.

It seemed like Asago sensed it anyways though, her eyes lifting with interest for the reaction. “Would you like to read them?”

Dazai remained silent at that, not wanting to show his desire only for Asa to kick herself off the railing in order to stroll up to him with a mischievous stare. “I’ll let you, under one condition.”

Her words sounded like blackmail, causing the trained mafioso's shoulders to tense.

Yet that’s when the girl simply lifted her arms out with a goofy smile. “Be my boyfriend.”

And for once, Dazai had not expected that, his eyes blinking with slight disbelief before quickly twisting his lips into a devious smirk.

Poor girl didn’t know what she was asking for. “What, have you fallen for me?”

Asago only nodded her head though, obviously not embarrassed. “You could say that.”

And this time, Dazai couldn’t help but laugh, stalking up to the red haired girl before leaning forward in order to latch onto her chin and pull her forward with dark intent. “You don’t even know who I am though.”

She wasn’t scared in the slightest though, her blue eyes simply narrowing before speaking cocky. “Says you.”

Says you? What a weird way to answer. Dazai knew for a fact that she didn’t know him, cause if she did then she would never be asking the question in the first place. Such confidence for someone that was dead wrong.

Besides, even if she did know he was a brutal mafia executive he highly doubted Odaskau would have agreed to the two of them being together. Nah, he knew he would just ruin her. Sure, it would be fun to watch but the fact that she was his best friend's sister made him resist such an idea.

He then paused for a moment before finally letting up in order to shrug his shoulders. “Well, sorry to disappoint but I’m not in the market for a girlfriend right now, sweetheart.”

Asagao only narrowed her brow in silence though, truly taking his answer to heart before nodding once in order to point a finger and beam. “Alright then, how about a bet?”

Dazai felt his interest peek at that, unable to stop himself. “A bet?”

Taking a step closer to him, the girl then explained “You said that no one has ever surprised you, well I bet by the end of the day I can at least once. If I win you have to be my boyfriend and if you win I’ll show you all of Oda’s letters and never ask again. What do you say?”

And whether she had meant it or not, Dazai’s devious mind couldn’t help but revel in the idea. He loved bets and more than that, he loved winning and seeing the confused and or pissed off look in their way when they found out he was way smarter.

He could almost picture Chuuya’s stupid face when he won all their little rivalries.

And this time, the fact that she was Odasaku’s sister didn’t save her, the demon eying down his prey with a dark smirk. “I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a bet before.”

Asagao wasn’t shaken though, her face unchanging as she hummed. “Well, I’m in luck because betting on impossible chances happens to be a hobby of mine...”

She was cocky, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. Even still, the boy humored her, knowing how sweet it would feel when she lost.

And she would lose, that was one hundred percent certain.

Lifting his fingers out, the mafioso then grabbed her hand forcefully before pushing it up to his lips in a mocking kiss of challenge. “Oh? Well then, show me what you got, darling.”

She didn’t blush though, she didn’t freak out or turn red. The girl simply gasped at the agreement before jumping back with a newfound passion. “Really?! Alright, Let’s go then!”

Yet the moment she turned around, Asagao bumped her entire body into the railing, her steps faltering in order for a couple things to fall out of her pocket as she gasped. “Whoa, who put that railing there, am I right? Ha ha ha. Crazy.”

But because this was the third time of her falling, Dazai only chuckled in order to turn away from her completely. A good person would’ve told her about her missing items but the boy hardly cared, already eager to see her fail miserably.

Part 2/3

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vickyvicarious · 7 months

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under the cut for length again

I do love the way Renfield manages Seward

"I had to go and see my.. patient" WHY THE PAUSE

everyone wants to meet Renfield! I sure do wish everyone actually got to (Jonathan glitch so annoying here)

"By the way... you have not introduced me." I love his line delivery. EVERY TIME.

there's nothing odd about introducing him at all Seward! stop it!

Oh man, Arthur's probably tearing up hearing his dad praised

Renfield's manners are so nice when he wants them to be

Oh man the edge of repressed urgency in Renfield's voice when he's talking about "here--now--" etc. He's trying so hard to get the urgency of his message across but also not to be too intensely pleading or vehement lest he come across as mad when he's very deliberately trying to appear extremely sane. It's such a tightrope

"Then I suppose I must only.. shift... my ground of request." Oh man this line is so sad.

HE'S TRYING SO HARD. The little almost shake on "they are good ones" auughhh

"I had a growing conviction that this sudden change of his entire intellectual method was but yet another form or phase of his madness," and there it is, exactly what he feared. he showed emotion and Seward immediately went 'oh well there's the madness'

he can't speak. he can't speak! aghhhhhhh

"if I were free to speak I should not hesitate a moment; but I am not my own master in the matter." HE IS HINTING TO YOU WHAT HE CAN LET SLIP.

"As he saw that the very excess of his emotion was militating against him, by restoring us more to our old relations, he became still more demonstrative." I HATE THIS

and he doesn't know what else to do, he's tried being reasonable, being clever, being genuinely emotional, none of it works, so he cries and begs and that fails too

the music when he says "I did what I could to convince you tonight" and the WAY he says that

Quincey speaking for Renfield is nice. I wish it changed matters.

Seward making the connection to "master" but not in the way Renfield was trying to get him to

ART. I know what you're up to and I love you for it. I imagine he slipped away as soon as Jack mentioned Dracula having 'wolves and rats' (though of course he had to prepare for this earlier by bringing them here)

van Helsing moving to protect Jonathan first with the crucifix, flowers, lamp, wafer, is so sweet. Sure, he's closest, but also... he's been preyed upon by this particular vampire before, and perhaps might need the protection all the more if he's recognized.

everyone shrinking back at first!

I imagine Jonathan watching the lock very closely as van Helsing tries it

oof, Jonathan's voice shaking a little on "grim surroundings" and "just as I felt myself doing". Also him kind of rushing and pausing in his speech... he's so tense and trying so hard to keep it together

Footsteps in the dust? Is that the workers bringing boxes in... or Dracula setting a trap? after all, he doesn't leave footprints

everyone choking up and saying like "oh great god" in disgust at the smell is so funny

meanwhile Jonathan is disgusted but recognizes it

"corruption had, itself, become corrupt" I looove the way he says this line

Jonathan's panic at noticing Dracula in the hallway! Also I love so much that he and Arthur both spot him... even if they dismiss the idea

ART'S BIG HERO MOMENT (again)

the skittery rat noises are so fun.

"They seemed to swarm over the place all at once, till the lamplight, shining on their moving dark bodies and glittering, baleful eyes, made the place look like a bank of earth set with fireflies." NOT fun. such a creepy image

Art hand-delivering his dogs to do their rat-murder <3

the dog noises are altogether cuter than I expected. Like I anticipated cuteness but also violent snarls but nah they're just having fun here

stop congratulating yourself on leaving Mina out ughhh

van Helsing saying "for the stake of human souls" feels very intentional...

"needless thoughts of pain" is SUCH an interesting (frustrating) thing for Jonathan to think, given all his experiences.

"It is too great a strain for a woman to bear. I did not think so at first, but I know better now." BOOO don't do it Jonathan don't let yourself be convinced

ughhh

Jonathan don't sleep on a sofa, only bad things happen when you do!

"for a few seconds she did not recognize me, but looked at me with a sort of blank terror," oh god

and van Helsing is still up before otheres. when does this man REST

"When our sane and learned lunatic made that very statement of how he used to consume life, his mouth was actually nauseous with the flies and spiders which he had eaten just before Mrs. Harker entered the room." and what about it. he had finished eating them when he said it. he never specified how long ago he used to eat them.

Renfield dissing van Helsing to his face is excellent. I absoluetley love the delivery of "I wish you would take yourself and your idiotic brain theories... somewhere else."

stop congratulating yourself on leaving Mina out!!!!

god, Mina sound so sad about Jonathan not confiding in her. It's hurting them both, but her so muchhhhh I hate it. SHE'S CRYING ABOUT IT

Mina determined to keep her journal for Jonathan to read while knowing he is hiding things from her is so sad

no no no no no honey don't you dare blame yourself, no no... god the way her voice rushes through all the blame and then just breaks down into sobs I HATE IT

oh god Mina hearing the dogs and Renfield :( oh god oh god it's SO AWFUL to hear the muffled yells

Mina's 'nightmare' is so damn scary

"(It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.)" the way she tries to drag herself out of her terror at the memory and convince herself it's nothing, but it doesn't work and she sinks back in to the nightmare

Mina realized but it was too late and then she dismissed it in the morning. god. I hate it.

"The very prospect of beer which my expected coming had opened to him had proved too much, and he had begun too early on his expected debauch." oh my goddddd

Jonathan figuring out that Dracula is trying to spread out his boxes!

I love Smollet, such a reliable guy

Jonathan letting the kid keep the change. :)

Jonathan instantly recognizing that Mina has been crying

OH MAN the way he is SO hesitant and working himself up SO much to try and keep quiet to her still

"It is better to be disappointed and worried in such a way now than to have her nerve broken." especially makes me sad. he doesn't want her to break like he did

Renfield making references that go over Seward's head and embarrass him <3

so then he gets stern and distressed Renfield

OH the way he says "like you Dr. Seward" is so creepy. and the following line as well!

"Ordinarily I would not have come without special reason," you LIAR you are always running after him to see what he's up to

"Renfield might not speak so freely before a third person as when he and I were alone." literally yesterday you were astounded at him talking better to all third parties than to you. is this genuine or just possessive?

"to "be cruel only to be kind." dammit now the song is in my head

"I thought I would enter into his mind as well as I could and go with him" you are not the best at that Seward. I can think of others who are much better.

augh I have many feelings about Renfield.

Seward seems so scared of him, or at least SO ready with the straighjacket. I hate it, especially when he was pushing him to try and stress him out in the first place

THE MUSIC when Seward realizes Dracula has seen Renfield

Renfield's song is killing meee

ahh, I see the timetraveling mail has been discreetly fixed in the podcast. definitely a more haunting not to end on with Renfield singing

#dracula daily #re: dracula #renfield #jack seward #mina murray #jonathan harker #arthur holmwood

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sammy-hammy · 1 year

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hey hopefully requests are open :)

can you write angst with Xavier where the reader likes Wednesday but he likes the reader who’s his best friend :)

tysm I love your work

𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

xavier thorpe is your best friend who wishes it was more

but it’s too late

“DUDE! DUDE! DUDE!” xavier felt himself get shoved from behind. he was careful not to get stray paint on his mural.

“ow what the heck??” xavier turned around and gave you a confused look. you smirked before grabbing his face and turning his head towards enid. his eyes widened when he saw the person next to her.

her monochrome outfit made her stand out in the sea of purple uniforms. her braids moved slightly with a turn of her head. xavier’s heart tightened when glanced at you.

a gentle smile laid upon your face as you gazed at the new girl.

oh.

she glanced towards you. “oh shit oh shit oh shit.” you quickly turned around, pretending to help xavier.

“oh and those two are yn and xavier. the taller one, xavier, used to date bianca, the ‘queen bee’ siren, but they broke up 3 months ago. i heard that they ended on good terms but no one knows why.” enid stands with wednesday and tilts her head.

“interesting. what about the other one?” wednesday asked curiously while staring at the pair. “oh! that’s xavier’s best friend. they’ve been friends for a while.” enid answered.

they watched as you and xavier shoved each other and laughed. wednesday stared at you with the tiniest smile before completely wiping it off her face.

“come on, new roomie. i’ve got other stuff to show you.”

“NAHHH!! that would be so embarrassing. i would kms on the spot.” you shook your head at your best friend.

“come ooon, yn. if you don’t talk to her you’ll never get anywhere with her.” xavier rolled his eyes.

why am i saying this?

i don’t want them to get with someone else

but they seem so happy…

“ughhh. fine! i’ll talk to her.” you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of talking to her.

“ok good mx lover.” he feigned a smile. “just don’t forget our weekly movie night.”

“yep yep! by 6 at your studio!” you have him a thumbs up. “cya later!!” you ran after enid and her new roommate.

he watched you run after the two opposites. he didn’t fail to miss the giddy smile on your face. his heart hurt.

he stared at where you once were with a droopy expression. he should’ve told you the real reason he had broken up with bianca.

he spaced out, the only thing on his mind was you. oh you. so oblivious.

he snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his shoulder. “you ok?” bianca’s face was written with concern.

“i couldn’t tell them, and now they’re leaving me. gods, i’m such an idiot.” xavier covered his face.

he sat alone in his studio once again. the warmth of your company was as if it never existed. he glanced at a portrait he had made of you while setting down the stale popcorn.

the film went black as he stared at the door.

they forgot again

he clutched his heart as tears weld up in his eyes.

i guess it wasn’t really forevermore like they promised

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𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽!!! 𝗂'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗍 2...

wednesday ✌︎︎ masterlist

#xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday show #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier angst #netflix

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TWENTY AND ELIGIBLE 🪐

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｡ ˳ْ 𓋼𓍊 Synopsis: Rindo and y/n, the two most popular students of Roppongi's top university. Both fighting for popularity and just— wanting to be better than the other and NEVER willing to give up. What happens when they accidentally had a one night stand in his house after getting too drunk? Will their equally arrogant and sarcastic asses fall in love ?

SFW no smuts included

Tw: Teasing, Enemies to lovers trope, Rindo being full of himself, 2 egoistic person refusing to accept they've fallen in love, A bit fluff (?), One Night stand.

@rinrinmylove @trashmemebitch @sleeplessreader @jojxba

You hated him. You hated the way he looked, the way he scored a perfect mark without shedding tears, the way he's so rich and flaunts over You, the way he thinks he can control anyone. Everything. EVERYTHING about him annoys you. You wished he would just dissappear from your life. He makes you feel things you shouldn't be feeling. Mad, sad, disgusted, anger, love— wait what? Love? There's no way in he'll would that happen. You? Him? Love? Haha never. You just misunderstood hate.

But do u really hate him? Even after what happened that night? Even after all the things he told you? Even after he tried his best to make you feel special? Even after he— "Ugh no you hate him and that's final" you shouted in the middle of the night causing your mom to come up and check up on you. "Are you alright darling?" She asked, as you told her it was just a weird dream and nothings serious and told her to go back to sleep while you do the same.

Being a popular student is all fun and games until you realize there's drama bout you 24/7 and this time it was about rindo being in love with you. Mumbling about how your history teacher would find ways to embarrass you in front of the class made your stomach ache so hard. You were determined to go to your class as soon as possible and that is until a hand pulled you inside an empty room.

"Yo who the fuck are you? Let me go I literally have my history class right now. Ughhh would you let me g—" You were cut off by someone.

"Will you fucking stop ignoring me for fucks sake? What the fuck happened to you? You're ignoring me since the fucking party". First of all, it was a lot of fucks. Second of all, you knew it was him. You failed to ignore your enemy today, maybe it wouldn't have happened if you got up early <3

You had no choice rather than to answer him. "Me? Ignore? Haha rindo, you know i would NEVER do that" stressing on the word never. Rindo could do nothing than glare at you while his jaws clenched. He looked hot, you thought to urself. Wait no— I meant mad, he looks mad.

He repeated his words again, this time softer, "You're ignoring me". You couldn't stand the way he looked at you. Tenderly as if you were a fragile flower he's supposed to protect. It made you feel butterflies on your tummy, but he was your enemy you weren't supposed to feel this way.

You were enjoying a cup of tea while sitting on your balcony on a Sunday morning, suddenly feeling a vibration from your phone— indicating a message has arrived. Gently putting down the cup, you reached out for your phone and opened the message. Turns out Rindo Haitani is hosting a party for everyone from your college that night as he won some international award.

Smirking to yourself, you went inside to prepare for the night. Afterall you were gonna make sure he realizes you're greater than him.

Nothing stopped you from wearing a scandalous outfit that night. It was a Pure black dress extending just a little above your knees. The low cut and the slit on your right thigh made you look even more hot. Spending your time on make up, making sure to look drop dead gorgeous in every angle. The mascara and the liner made your eyes enchanting, the lipstick making your lips so kissable. You wondered how rindo would react when you steal all the attention from him.

Entering his home, you were greeted with a smirk from his older brother, Ran Haitani. Who you surprisingly got along with, to the point that people would often mistake you both for couples.

Being the most popular girl in the college, it was easy to turn all the attention from anything ( Rindo, in this case) to you. Everyone was either complementing on your outfit or too stunned to speak. You sure did what you wanted to but, where was rindo? You wanted him to see this outfit you bought for him. You wanted him to get mad cause you could steal his place easily. And that's what happened, he got mad. His once laughing face was replaced with a glare. A glare so powerful it would make you shiver if you weren't too used to this. You loved every single bit of his reaction. It was a moment you're gonna savor for the rest of your life. Smirking to him, you decided to go have some drinks until— POOF an amazing idea popped into your mind. Who has a higher Alcohol tolerance? Having an ego as huge as his d—, rindo sure agreed to this mere bet. Both competing just to witness the other loose. What you didn't think about was the consequences of consuming too much alcohol and what happens when you're with a man just as Intoxicated as you. Grabbing you by your waist and kissing you so desperately, your hands running through his messy hair, breathless moans which no one seemed to notice due to the loud music in the background. That was all until he decided to carry you over his shoulder and rail you for the rest of the night in his luxurious bedroom.

You woke up tired— wayy too tired than usual and when you saw you were naked in an unfamiliar room with a naked man who's name you didn't seem to remember due to your blurry eyes and spinning head. Putting all the pieces together, thats when it hit you. You slept with a stranger. Did you really get too Intoxicated to give away your v-card to a random stranger you met at a party? There wasn't any condoms lying around you so, What if you get pregnant? All you could do was cry.

Waking up to the sound of you crying, rindo couldn't understand what happened. He was pretty shocked when he remembered bits and pieces of what happened in the same room the night before. But he composed himself and tried to calm you down. When he hugged you, that's when he realized how small you looked compared to him. If you hasn't him rival, he was sure he'd be crazy in love with you. Your heart racing faster than the speed of light, you for sure would be embarrassed if he heard it. After he noticed you calmed down, he left to make breakfast for the two of you while you shower. However, you ran away to your house as soon as showering not even bothering to inform him. Rindo definitely went ' :/ ' when he found out.

The remaining day were hell for both of you. Something happened that night causing you to develop 'Unwanted' feelings for him. You weren't sure if he was always this hot but you just never noticed it or if he got hot just recently. With cheeks turning as red as blood whenever you see him, you had no choice other than to run and hide somewhere away from him. You didn't mean to ignore him, you just thought he would mock you in front of everyone if he came to know you started developing romantic feelings for him. There's no way you would let him know about this. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS.

"I asked you a question", his voice snapped you back to reality. The way he was pinning you the door, the way he looked at you, the way he smelled, the way he looked, everything that happened around you made you crazy. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to grab him by his neck and kiss him then and there, but you couldn't.

"Listen here y/n......" his voice trailed, serious this time indicating he wasn't message around. "..... I know what happened that night wasn't supposed to happen, we were just two people who randomly hooked up unexpectedly after drinking too much". You wanted to cry, your heart bursting through your chest, you knew where this was heading to. You wanted this to be just another nightmare of yours. You were at the verge of crying when you decided to speak, "It's alright, don't worry. I understand what you mean, It would be a secret and I'd make sure I don't get pregnant". Rindo's forehead wrinkled, "Tf Y/n, who the fuck asked you to do that? I was just about to confess to you idiot". "Huh?" "Oh shut up, you know how much I liked you didn't you? That night may have been just a mistake for you. But for me....... it was something more than that. You were always so near yet so far away from me, out out my reach and that waste first time i got to have you close to me, in my arms. I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to let you know that I love you. So damn much". You were too stunned to speak. Rindo Haitani? The most popular guy in ur school? Your rival? Likes you? This has to be a joke—. Seeing you speechless, Rindo lost the tiniest hope he had and turned away to leave when you grabbed his hands and said, "U-ummm... you said... you like ..me? Like you know? M-me?" Rindo chuckled and repeated what he said again. Looking at his eyes with a confident face, you hit his chest. [Rindo didn't expect that]. "You fucker, son of a damn bitch, Ughhhhhh i hate you so much because I- I love you too ♡"

He was definitely on cloud nine. After making sure you weren't joking, he picked you up, twirled you around and kissed you softly yet you could feel the kiss getting roughed every passing second. The kiss reminded you of some memories you forgot during the other night causing you to blush uncontrollably.

That's how it started, your relationship with your rival Boyfriend, Rindo haitani <3

Everyone in the university cheered for you both and you were happy that they accepted you both. Rindo would definitely punch them in their face/do some shit if they didn't .

The end <3

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