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iinmysights · 9 months
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WHO PUT BLOODWRATH UNDER A MATURE COMMUNITY LABEL?????
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lovebugism · 5 months
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fictober idea (if ure up for smut): eddie & reader go to a haunted house. eddie, obviously, gets a boner bc hes a weirdo. reader notices & begs to touch him right here, right now even tho theyve never done anything in public before. so, eddie finds a place to *kinda* hide & reader gets him off, but ofc, eddie cant let reader go without cumming as well.
thanks for requesting :D — eddie gets turned on protecting you at a haunted house, and you obv have to reward him for it (smut 18+, 1.5k)
fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie’s been called a freak his whole life. He knew he was different since he could understand what being different meant, and if that made him a weirdo, then so be it. But now he thinks everyone might’ve been right about him. He’s a complete, utter, and total freak.
He walks with you through a haunted house, surrounded by creepy masks and fake blood and your screams, and he’s hard. His dick’s as stiff as a rock and throbbing with a distant ache when most people are scared out of their minds.
It’s all your fault, honestly. You’re clinging to him with an ironclad grip and using him as a shield every time something jumps out at you. Eddie can’t even be scared with you because all he can think about is how masculine he feels protecting you like this. Metalhead freaks like him never get to feel this way — all manly and muscly and brave.
And even though it’s hard to walk while adjusting his pants every five steps, Eddie thinks he’s hiding it pretty well. Well, he was, anyway. Until your ass brushes against his lap, and you clock him immediately.
Trapped in a secluded area of the haunted house, lit up red and blaring the Halloween theme song, you spin around to face him. “Are you hard?” you ask him over the music, face twisted in confusion. You’re not weirded out by it exactly, just genuinely puzzled.
Eddie freezes, chocolate eyes wide. He plays coy despite being caught red-handed. “No.”
You shoot him a deadpanned look, brows raised as you peer at him through your lashes.
He caves. “…Yes.”
“Does scary shit turn you on?” you wonder, laughing softly.
“No!” he responds with a dramatic drawl, sounding more offended than he should be. He is standing rock-hard in the middle of a haunted house, after all. He shifts his weight on his feet and stammers for an answer. “I just… I like being able to protect you and… everything.”
“Aw…” you hum, melting into a puddle at his feet. “That’s kinda sweet, actually.”
Eddie’s visibly surprised by your response. He was prepared to get made fun of at best — slapped and dumped entirely at worst. But here you are, all but admiring how much of a freak your boyfriend is.
“Wait, really?”
You shrug. “Yeah. Especially considering last Halloween, the guy I was dating left me behind at a haunted house.”
“Pussy…” Eddie grumbles under his breath.
“Exactly,” you giggle. “So this is definitely an upgrade.”
Your palms smooth up his chest and over his shoulders. Your fingers entwine behind his neck, halfway embracing him in the middle of the haunt. His hands settle warm and wide on your sides. He squeezes you gently there and lets out a sigh of relief.
“I’m just glad you don’t think I’m a total freak,” he confesses with a forced chuckle. 
“Oh, I definitely think you’re a freak,” you retort in a monotone, then flash him a sickly sweet smile. “I’m just too obsessed with you to care.”
Eddie nods and tries not to smile too wide when you lean in to kiss him. “Noted,” he murmurs.
You do a whole lot more than just kiss him, though. You open his mouth with your own and lick inside with a confident tongue. You take the breath from his lungs with little effort, leaving him more breathless than he has been all night.
“Wanna suck you off,” you murmur, slurred and muffled against his mouth.
He jerks away from you on instinct. He couldn’t hide his shock if he tried. “Huh?” he wonders in a tone that borders on cartoonish. His soft features twist in confusion.
“I need your cock in my mouth like I need to breathe,” you confess with an unabashed groan.
Maybe he wasn’t the freak after all. Maybe this whole time, it was you.
“Well, that’sa tad bit dramatic, but—” You cut off his teasing by fussing with the buckle of his belt. His eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t try to stop you. “Whoa. Okay. This is… This is great and everything, babe, but there’s— there’s people around. Someone could walk in.”
You look to your left, then to your right. There’s no one here but you and Eddie in this small square room, filled with a fiery red like the warmth swirling in your belly. You blink at him with doe eyes and shrug innocently. “I don’t see anyone.”
Eddie breathes out a laugh, one mixed with amusement and disbelief. “I just don’t wanna us to get caught, babe,” he tells you, smoothing wide palms up and down your arms. “Don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Do you want a blowjob or not?”
“Well, yeah, but I—”
“Good,” you hum with a smile before sinking to your knees in front of him.
Eddie’s too stunned to stop you. He doesn’t want to stop you.
Bathed in a sinful neon red, you unbutton his pants and free his half-hard cock from the confines of his jeans. You tug at the hem of his underwear until his heavy balls hang over the plaid fabric. 
“Shit,” he mutters when you press a sweet kiss to his weeping tip. He bites back a moan when you swirl your tongue around the bulbous strawberry head. “Shit— you’re so fucking hot.”
You worship his cock like it’s not just some random Tuesday in the middle of a haunted house. You don’t mean to, really, but he’s making such pretty noises for you — little puffs of tiny breaths and small whines he tries desperately to hide from you. 
His thighs twitch every time you run your tongue over the veins on the underside of him, going slow to feel the rapid pulse there. His fingers crawl in your hair, palms settling on your temples — not pushing you or pulling you away, just holding you as you suck gently at his aching cock.
His pink lips are parted, airing out little moans of ecstasy. His chocolate eyes are dark and glazed over in a honeyed look. His hair hangs over his face, wild and desperate to be pulled.
You let his tip linger in your mouth, drool pooling around him and soaking his twitching cock. The feeling makes him moan — a deep, hearty sound that stems from his chest. 
When his lolling head drops back, you take him in your fist. You don’t bother to work him up to a rapid pace. Using the lubrication of your spit, you jerk him with an expert hand and lick away the pearly beads of pre-cum he leaks for you.
“Ah, shit,” he groans, eyes rolled back before he squeezes them shut. “Oh, fuck, babe—”
You’re already opening your mouth for his cum before he can warn you it’s coming. You know him too well. You notice all the telltale signs before you think he does — the whimpers, the shaking thighs, the rambled moans, the way his balls draw slightly upward. You’re ready to accept his warm, salty loads the second he gives them to you. 
Eddie cups your warm cheek with a ringed hand. He tries to tell you he’s cumming, but his whines get in the way. He grunts quietly, tilting his head backward and holding tightly to you as cum pulses weakly from his slit. 
The tang dribbles over your tongue and mouth. You take it all with ease. You make a big show of it, too — lolling your tongue out of your mouth and letting his cum drip onto the softening pudge of his head. Eddie’s whole body twitches when you take his sensitive cock in your mouth again to swallow it down, like a goddamn lightning strike up his spine.
“How’d I—” His voice is hoarse, so he has to stop and clear his throat. You smile, lips swollen and spit-slick, as you tuck his soft cock back into his jeans and button them again. His eyes are half-lidded and darkened when you rise to full height. “How’d I get so fucking lucky with you, huh?”
You make a vague I don’t know sound and shrug your shoulders with an innocent grin. You lean into his palm when he puts his ringed hands on your jaw. 
“Jesus fucking christ— you’re so pretty, baby— fuck.”
He’s just rambling now, still a bit dazed from his orgasm. He kisses you harder than anyone’s ever been kissed before, stealing the air from your lungs with ease. It’s like he’s amazed by his own adoration for you — the sheer intensity of it — the way it makes him stupid enough to let you suck his cock in a poorly hidden spot of a haunted house.
You don’t get caught, though. 
Not really, anyway.
There’s a security camera in front of the door you leave from. You make sure to give it a little wave on your way out.
Eddie holds your hand the entire way back to his van, opening the door for you like a total gentleman. It’s not the passenger side door, though, but rather the one in the very back. 
“What are you doing?” you wonder, all innocent like you still don’t have the taste of his cum in your mouth.
Eddie just grins at you, lopsided and pink and boyish. “Gotta return the favor, don’t I?”
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redstarwriting · 9 months
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shit happens
spider squad x platonic!reader
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request?: yes
request: “Okokok, first of all CLASH WAS SOOOO GOOD OMGGI come bearing a request only if u want to. Teen!spider!reader who is Miguel’s favorite because they don’t cause him trouble. But it’s only because they get severely anxious when they break rules (I’m not projecting, you are). So he assigns them to go on a mission with the problem children hoping they’ll rub off on them, but the problem children just corrupt them. I just need more spider children being chaotic together and tired spiderdad MiguelMwah mwah love ur writing )pls only write this if u feel like it)”
requested by: anon​
word count: 2k
genre: platonic
Warnings: language, anxiety, Miguel being unrealistic with his expectations, electrocution, spider squad gettin thrown around
A/N: omg wait no bc same HAHA as someone with diagnosed severe generalized anxiety i get so anxious to break the rules even though my spirit always tells me to lol, i hope you enjoyed this anon! thank you for the request :)
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You were the golden child. There were quite a few teens in Spider Society, but you were by far Miguel’s favorite. And that’s all because you did what he said. Now did that mean you never questioned his authority? Of course not, you questioned him all the time. But you were too nervous to go against him. You were too nervous to go against anyone. It’s proven a problem in your job since the police are not your biggest fans, but luckily you befriended a nice police captain who eases your fears every now and again. Your weekly visits with Spider-Therapist have been helping with the problem, too. Which is great for you. But you still did what Miguel said. Mans could be scary.
And that’s how you ended up here. With Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, and Pavitr Prabhakar. There was an anomaly that needed taken down in Hobie’s world, and Miguel stuck you with the four of them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. “Right, so anyone got a plan?” Hobie asks, in his thick accent. “What? What do you mean, dude, we’re in your world,” Miles says, and Hobie shrugs. “So? Not my villain, dunno ‘ow to stop ‘im.”
“Okay, well we know that he’s an electro variant, so… what can we do with that?” Gwen asks, and Pav sighs. “Be electrocuted,” he says sadly. “Miles can handle that,” Gwen says, and Miles snaps his head toward her. “Miles cannot handle that! Why are we saying Miles can be electrocuted?!” Miles yells, and the other three shush him. “’ow ‘bout you, mate, any ideas?” Hobie asks you, and you shrug. You look around before pointing up to the water towers on the roofs of the multiple buildings in New London. “Water,” you suggest, and they all look where you’re pointing. “Smart,” Gwen says with a nod. “How do we get the water to him, though?” Pav asks, looking at you again. You frown. “I… actually didn’t think that far.”
“Well, ‘at’s, easy. We just bust ‘em. Get ‘im to fly near one and,” Hobie makes an explosion noise and uses his hands to imitate an explosion. “What? But what about all the people who will lose water?” you ask, and Miles cocks his head to the side. “It’ll get fixed fast, probably. It’s our job to fuck shit up and then have other people fix it cause if we don’t fuck shit up, shit gets fucked anyways,” he says, and you sigh. “But Miguel said to try and not cause too much of an issue—”
“Oi. Who gives a flyin’ fuck what ‘e said. Not me. And this is my bloody world, I’ll cause as much damage as I want to,” Hobie says, and you look down. “Sorry.”
“You don’t gotta apologize for nothin’, mate,” Hobie says, and you mumble another ‘sorry.’ “You know what? I think Electro can wait a minute,” Hobie says, turning towards you, “More important matters to figure out ‘ere.”
“Like what?” you ask, and he shrugs. “Why are you so nervous?” he asks, and you gulp. “I-I’m not, I just—”
“You definitely are,” Gwen says, and Miles throws in a ‘yup!’ with a nod. “Is it us?” Pav asks, a hint of sadness in his voice. “W-What? No, that’s not it,” you say, waving your hands in a frantic way to say no. “I just am nervous in general. It really isn’t that big of a deal, guys, we should be focusing on—”
“Nope. You’re not gettin’ outta this, you been in ya ‘ead this ‘ole time.”
“I’m always in my head, it really isn’t that big of a deal—”
“Is ‘at why you try to avoid everyone? Don’t talk to no one?” Hobie asks, and you gulp. “I-I talk to some people…” you mumble, and a small frown forms on Gwen’s face. “The therapist in Spider Society doesn’t count,” she says, and you look down. “Well, why not…? He’s a person...”
“Because he’s like 40, and you’re our age,” Pav says, “you’d get along better with us, bro.”
“Miguel said that if anyone could make us not as ‘moronic’ it would be you, but I feel like he just kinda takes advantage of you instead of recognizing the pressure he puts on you. I have some experience with that,,” Miles says, and you sigh. “He scares me, okay? If I break the rules then I might simply pass away from him yelling at me,” you say, and Hobie shakes his head. “Love, the rules are all bollocks. Made by people who just wanna control your life.” Gwen nods. “Miguel is cool, sure, but if anyone can get away with anything… it’s you,” she says, and Miles chimes in. “And if you’re really that scared, remember he literally chased me around his world and destroyed a train because of me. You’ll never piss him off to that point.” You stay silent, playing with your fingers. Pav reaches out and grabs your hands. “Rules are meant to be broken, (Y/n), I learned that from Hobie. And besides, the villains we face are the biggest rule-breakers imaginable,” Pav assures, and you nod slightly. “And rules are such rubbish. ‘ey’re always different anywhere ya go. Try not to put so much weight on your mind ‘bout it, breakin’ ‘em ain’t a big deal,” Hobie says. You do actually kinda feel better. Hobie brings up a good point. Rules are different everywhere you go, so breaking one every now and again isn’t that big of an issue. In fact, it can be kind of encouraged. “Besides, breaking rules is almost like challenging ideologies, you know? Like, in breaking a rule, you challenge a system in place that is telling you not to break them. No one likes that. Where would we be if people didn’t break rules?” Gwen says. “That was deep,” Miles says, and Pav nods. “'at was a wicked way a’ puttin’ it, Gwendy.”
That’s a good point, actually. You think for a bit. If you look at it as challenging a system, or even doing what’s right, who’s to say it’s a rule that shouldn’t be broken? Hobie smiles underneath his mask because he knows they’ve gotten through to you. “So, whaddya say we go blow up some water tanks, eh?” Hobie stands, rubbing his hands together. “Okay,” you say. Gwen and Miles fist bump, and Pav does a little clap. The five of you jump into action, immediately starting to taunt and lure Electro to get him close to the towers so you can douse him and put him out.
The plan was going pretty well for the first two attempts, but he eventually catches on to what the five of you are doing. Which makes it harder. Miles does, in fact, get electrocuted. As does Gwen and Hobie, and coming in as no shock to anyone, Miles is definitely the least affected. You were able to dodge all of the attacks. “You’re doing great, (Y/n)! Mind telling me how the fuck your spidey sense is so strong?!” you hear Miles yell. “MILES LOOK OUT!” Gwen screams, but it’s too late. He gets electrocuted again. “Ouch, bro! That one looked like it hurt!” Pav yells, and Miles, who is now lying face down on a roof, raises his hand up in the air, flipping him off. You snort, and then see Hobie fly past you, landing on another water tower. “Hey! Dumbass! Over here!”
“Oh, please. You expect me to fall for that? I know what your little plan is, and I’m not about to be put out,” Electro says, firing some electricity out at Hobie. Unluckily for Hobie, it breaks the water tower and electrocutes him and the water that pours out of it.
You land next to Hobie, who is now just laying on the rooftop, but he grunts and mutters some British slang that you wouldn’t understand even if he explained it to you. So, you know he’s fine. “I have an idea,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But we need to make sure no one is on the street.”
“What’s the goody-goody plannin’ on doin’, huh?” he says, standing. “You’ll see, just make sure there are no civilians or anyone who will get hurt. And keep him distracted.” With that, you leap and go to another one of the water towers. You take a deep breath, thinking back to what Miguel said before the five of you left.
“Try not to destroy the city while you’re at it. (Y/n), I trust you’ll keep them all in line,” Miguel said, and you timidly nod. You’d love to not destroy the city, but it’s so hard doing that as a Spider-Person. But you also don’t want him to yell at you for going against his orders. Now you’re conflicted. “No promises, Miguel. We’re gonna do what we gotta do,” Miles says and Miguel sighs. “If anyone can reign the four of you in, it’s this one. Don’t let them pressure you into acting up, okay?”
You frown. Fuck that. Miguel is pressuring you into not doing your job right. You can’t always be perfect and careful. And lucky for you, the four of them were really good at distracting villains. You web two of the support legs, yanking them and breaking them off the water tower. It starts collapsing, but you catch it. “Shit, you’re heavy,” you grunt, but regain your balance, holding it on your shoulders. You twist your body, ripping the other supports off and making the water tower completely free. You get Electro in your sight and take a deep breath. You lift the water tower, tossing it up in the air before leaping out of the way and towards Electro. You shoot webs from both hands, connecting them to the water tower and yanking it towards you. You swing it around, connecting it with Electro’s body. Sure enough, it knocks him down and explodes on impact, drenching him. And you. And Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pav; but hey, you did it.
You land on a roof and look down. Sure enough, Electro is knocked out cold and completely out of electricity. You swing down, placing him in one of the technological cells that Miguel developed specifically for Electros, and nod. “That… probably could have gone better,” you mutter to yourself. Your self-deprecating thoughts were cut off immediately. “That was AWESOME, (Y/n),” Gwen says, giving you a thumbs up and hug. “Yeah, little Spider, that was bitchin’,” Hobie says, giving you a fist bump. “You made it look so easy! How did you do that, you have to teach me!” Pav says, clearly excited and impressed. “You were out here talking about how you didn’t wanna break rules so instead you broke an entire water tower? That’s cool, why don’t you try being less cool next time for the sake of us,” Miles says giving you a pat on the shoulder. You smile. “Thanks, guys.” Their praise was enough to make you feel better for completely and totally wreaking havoc.
But when the five of you return, soaking wet, Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. “I said… to not destroy the city…” he mutters, looking at you with disappointment. You look down. “City’s still standin’, mate. (Y/n) kicked ass,” Hobie says, and the other three make sounds of agreement. “Y-Yeah, Miguel. All I did was break one water tower, it’s not that big of a deal,” you say, and he sighs. “One? You all broke four water towers on four different buildings! And you flooded an entire street! You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”
“Dude. I’m a teenager. Shit happens,” you say, a sudden burst of confidence from being around the group of four allowing you to speak out. Miguel puts his hand on his jaw, sliding his hand down. “Remind me to never team the five of you up again,” he mumbles, and Hobie elbows you. “Nah, we’re a band now. Sorry ‘bout it,” Hobie says, motioning everyone to leave Miguel’s sight. You all follow. When you’re out of Miguel’s office, Hobie bumps your shoulder. “See, that wasn’t all that bad, was it?”
He was right, it wasn’t that bad.
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sexlapis · 3 months
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i know requests are closed and im sorry but i need this so i dont forget 💖 actor!toji looking at edits on live and hes like “so yall see me like this” and the fans go wild
actor!toji on live!
okay i’ll make an exception once.
𝜗𝜚 actor!toji (x implied gn!reader)
sfw, crack, tiktok (bc that’s it’s own warning), suggestive, horny toji fans, toji has reading glasses, petnames (‘kid’) he’s a little rude but when is he not :), old man toji <3
〆(・∀・) : me after not writing abt actor toji for like a month 😊🤗
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“hey, everybody,” toji said, waving to camera as if he didn’t fumble and struggle in front of his fans for the past ten minutes trying to get his phone to stand up securely. he looks cute, dressed in a navy blue hoodie with nothing underneath and his dark hair was a messy mop atop his head.
now he just sits in his chair at his dining room table, watching the viewer count rise and rise to absolutely ridiculous numbers.
“fourty thousan-fifty thou-sixty thousand?! didn’t know i had so many fans..jesus christ…”
honestly, toji had no idea what he was doing and he was a tiny bit nervous. this was his first ever “live” (something that he did not know even existed until you told him) and he had no idea how to entertain his fans or what they really wanted. but they seem pleased with him just staring at the camera in confusion and admiring his handsome face.
toji proceeds to read some of the comments in the rapid moving chat of chaos. here, starts the beginning of his own demise.
many comments are sweet, kind, praising him for his talent and acting skills, some were just spamming their country flags and names, a rare male fan is asking to see his guns collection, others asking about his upcoming projects but the majority of them are…not exactly PG in the slightest.
toji’s eyes could bulge out of damn skull at some of the explicitly and complete shamelessness of his fans. he knew they found him attractive, but this was a whole other level of depravity.
“what the fuck…” toji whispers in awe, mouth agape as his eyes scan through the chat, his eyes being fed with the most desperate and thirsty comments he has even read, “you guys are sumthin’ else…”
his one sentence just pours fuel on the, already blazing and large, fire, the chat moving so fast that is starts to lag.
“why’d i even speak..”
he actually takes time to read each comment that he can see (and stomach) and one of them catches his eye.
“watch your edits on tiktok? i have edits? what’s an edit?”
the chat blows up even more, commenters begging and begging him to watch these…edits.
“alright, alright, i’ll watch these “edits”,” toji says to the camera, before pulling out another phone, one that is clearly quite old, jagged edges and a cracked camera, a raggedy phone case and just overall not in the best condition it could be in.
“‘what is that ancient ass device’ eh? this is my main phone,” he replies to a comment, showing his phone to the camera to his fans can see, “‘s fine, works perfectly. and it’s not “ancient”. it’s actually a nokia. pft, dumbass kids.”
toji can feel himself being flamed in the chat. even more so when he pulls out his reading glasses.
“yeah, ‘m fuckin’ old. jesus.”
he squints, scrolling on his beaten up phone with his index finger, “y’know, ion even really use tiktok, i only got it so _____ can send me videos of whatever the fuck. i swear, that kid sends me a million videos per day..” toji sighs, smiling at the thought of you, “ahh, they’re just so dumb.”
toji, after a long time of searching through trial and error and directions from his fans, eventually finds the search page of tiktok.
“alright, what’d i type in then? just ‘toji’? ‘toji fushiguro’?” he looks for answers in the chat, but find himself getting frustrated at the lack of actual responses to his question. he tuts, “i’m just gonna search ‘toji fushiguro edits’ and see what happens.”
he does just that and the results are…very interesting.
right in front of his very eyes are miles and miles of edits of himself, created by his fans, their depravity exposed for him to see, some of who were probably watching him at this very moment.
“jeeeeesus christ. ‘dunno what i even expected, honestly,” he scrolls through them, audios changing constantly as he does so, his eyes wide and wondering, “i’m actually impressed…”
toji pressed on one, and he watches it, the edit flashing in the reflection of his glasses as he watches. his open mouth slowly turns into a smirk of amusement and all out disbelief, the audio of the video being something about… ‘needing someone older’?
“so you guys see me like this?” he asked, expression incredulous and he breathes out a small chuckle, “buncha little fuckin’ freaks.”
the chat seems to like that. a lot.
his chat is once again flooded with comments from hell…hell for people driven purely by lust, that is.
toji huffs, “how old is this person anyway?”
he seemingly clicks on the account and reads their username. well, almost.
“‘tojis little cu-woah!” he almost drops his phone out of his hand, jaw on the floor, “how old are you! sixteen?! toji looks to the camera, eyebrows furrowed before slamming his phone on the table and pointing at his fans through the screen, “go do your homework! and be in bed by nine. actually, no scratch that, eight! christ…sixteen years old, oh my god…”
he continues to mutter to himself, completely baffled at how some of his fans are so young and just so…out of their minds. his skin crawls at the thought of a sixteen year old liking him in such a way.
toji shivers, “god, where are your parents?” he questions and continues to search through the edits, before finding one that looks safe, innocent and PG.
he was proven wrong however, when the audio was a woman rapping about being put in full nelsons-
“okay, that’s enough!” he slams his phone down again on the table, “i’ve seen enough,” and then he reaches for the camera, not even caring about his viewers. he mutters a, “crazy fuckin’ kids” before abruptly ending his “live” and going to take a nap.
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the next day, you have sent him over ten videos on tiktok, all of them being edits of him from the day of the live, most of them containing the clip of when he called his fans, quote, a “buncha little fuckin’ freaks” unquote.
toji sighs at them, secretly entertained that you must be watching these deviant edits of him too.
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〆(・∀・) : no i have not forgotten abt actor toji
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racinggirl · 1 month
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i’m hunting your ask box at this point but i can’t really regret it, your writing is a masterpiece each and every time 🎉
today’s thoughts : smau where y/n and charles always ‘argue’ and make comments against each other on socials, leading people to think they actually hate each other (they’re actually best friends and lovers in secret, and sit together giggling as they tweet stupid shit about each other) they admit the truth with a post of them on a date with the caption “… enemies to lovers?”
the grid know they’re good friends but not that they’re going out until the posts, lando would definitely be like “yep i knew it i called it” when he really did not
lots of love!! <3
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An iced coffee a day... (only it's just frappuccino without coffee bc I don't like coffee) 🧋
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user8 you're so real for this, queen
charles_leclerc someone needs to teach Y/N that frappuccino's are just coffee's sugary sidekick
yourusername sorry Charles, I prefer my beverages without a side of bitterness. user2 Am I the only one that feels like Charles and Y/N don't like each other this much? user10 Nope. user1 They hate each other lol
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Let the season begin 🏎️ ❤️
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yourusername goodluck, you'll need it 😚
charles_leclerc thanks, good to see you're unable to stay away from my posts 😉 yourusername someone should keep an eye on the chaos you bring to my feed. It's a public service, really. charles_leclerc a public service? I should be charging admission for the entertainment I provide 😘 user7 okay they are UNHINGED
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is it giving 'that girl' vibes? ✨
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user4 YES IT IS 😍
charles_leclerc you're such a StarBucks addict 🧋
yourusername says the guy that's addicted to having a cup of espresso every morning
user10 wait, how does she know? user6 OMG what if they are dating? user2 lmao, they hate each other, I doubt they are willingly hanging out together
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no cap needed 🌎 ✈️
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user1 liked by Charles AND Arthur? I thought they hated each other?
user3 Why do I feel like we're gonna get mind fucked, they are playing a game and we're all losing 😶
user9 I'm obsessed, girl you're living our dream 😩
user5 where are you going???
yourusername 🇯🇵 ❤️ user6 THE JAPAN GP? OMG
user2 hold up, no Charles x Y/N banter in the comments?
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@charles_leclerc have to admit, I would make a pretty good WAG 💋
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user9 OMG OMG OMG OMG
user6 WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY LORD
charles_leclerc if only you would choose F1 over soccer 😘
yourusername I'll come back to you about that in a week
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Enemies to lovers?...
Took you a while to figure that out, happy 2 years baby ❤️
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charles_leclerc I love you ❤️
yourusername I love you more ❤️ ❤️
landonorris yep, I knew it, called it
charles_leclerc no you did not, you tried to hit on her 😂 yourusername you could learn something from his flirting skills tho, at least Lando didn't ask me if 'falling down from heaven hurt' 💀 charles_leclerc It worked though, didn't it 😉
user1 TWO YEARS ALREADY?
user7 that sixth picture though 😩 ❤️
user8 I want what they have 😍
a/n: thank you for sending in the request sweety! It really means a lot! Hopefully you’ve enjoyed it! As I mentioned before, I will have a small break. I’ve got 3 requests in my askbox atm, but if you have an idea for a story, don’t hesitate to hunt my askbox again and send it in. I’m not 100% sure when I’ll be back exactly, but it shouldn’t be too long. Lots of love 💗
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wuts-stuff · 1 year
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Omg omg your imagines are so cute. Could I request your take of the bayverse boys with an s/o so just looooves to sit in their lap just any chance they get. Like- Leo meditating? Curled up with a book in his lap. Raph working out? Laying on his chest chatting with him while he lifts. Donnie in his lab? Sleepily curled up in his lap while he works napping or looking at memes on your phone. Mikey playing video games or watching a movie? Curled up with a blanket playing with him or saying funny shit about the movie. Just. All the cuddles. Any given opportunity wanting to just be on them. 🥰
Aaaahhh yes!! I’m so happy you guys are enjoying my works this is seriously making my days so awesome you have no idea<333333
The turtles with a cuddly s/o
Paring: bayverse!Tmnt x reader
Warnings: too much fluff <3
Pronouns: none
(Note: beautiful is a neutral term just bc it’s mainly used for women doesn’t mean it’s feminine)
Leonardo
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Yes yes yes!
Climb up in his lap you beautiful little human <3
Oh how he loves having you close to him
The most common time you’ll do this is when he’s meditating
He’ll know it’s you by the footsteps
You’re the only one with such small ass feet compared to them who would dare disturb his meditation
Because of how much he loves you! ^^
He doesn’t even open an eye as you carefully snuggle your butt down into the crevice of his criss crossed applesauce legs <3
He’ll just smile softly at your warmth
You’ll lean your back against his plastron and flip open the book you’re currently reading
He’ll dip his head down to place a soft little kiss on top of yours
You’ll smile and lean your head back still reading your book
The two of you together in peace practically one soul <3333
“I love you blue”
“I love you too beautiful”
Raphael
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Get yer tiny adorable human butt over to him right now
He will never admit it but he utterly loves when you sit in his lap
Makes him melt inside
Man is literally goo when you do this <3
The gooiest of warm goo
He can be doing bench presses and you’ll just climb up on his lap and lay across your stomach and watch him
Starts bench pressing more just so you’ll do this
He loves the way you swing your legs gently as they sit on either side of his
If you try to get up to leave for any reason he’ll protest but act as if he doesn’t care that much
“What’re ya doin? You don’t gotta leave if you don’t want to”
Please don’t leave please don’t leave please don’t leave
When you tell him you love him after staring at his precious grumpy face he’ll respond with a grunt if his brothers are near but if they’re gone he’ll get kinda quiet and slow his reps for a moment
“I love you grumpy”
“…I love ya too doll face”
What a precious deadly lug am I right?
Donatello
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You see this adorable lanky nerd? He needs your cuddles
Boy is so overworked and tired all the time
Will actually text you that his lap is free just to get you to come in his lab and climb up in it
The moment you arrive he’s immediately turning his chair to face you and holding out those long muscular arms for you
You’ll climb up into his lap facing his plastron and dangle your legs around his sides
Leaning your head against him you just go back to scrolling on your phone
He’ll rub little circles on your back every now and then
After a while he finally gets sleep and relaxed enough to go get some rest but doesn’t want to move from this lovely cuddle position that’s going on
So he’ll just lean back and wrap his arms around you loosely and look down at you with that precious adorable dorky smile of his
god I love him too much this man will be my end
He’ll just watch you for a few moments until you look up at him
“..What?”
“I love you daring..”
“I love you too DonBon”
Michelangelo
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He’s honestly gonna just grab your smol self and plant you in his lap.
As long as you’re doing something involving sitting he will absolutely waltz on over and just scoop you up then sit down where you were sitting
Yes even at meal times
He’s already very physically affectionate but having you sit on his lap, snuggling him, sleeping on him, whatever, makes his happy lol heart soar
You’ll be drawing on the couch and he just walks up like he’s not about to randomly snatch you into the air
It always makes you yelp because he literally never warns you
Plops down in your spot still cradling you in his arms as you awkwardly hold your sketch book/tablet
Once he’s nice and comfy he sets you down and keeps his hands resting against your thighs
Probably squeeze the side of your cheeks every now and then
Nuzzles your neck with his beak?? Snout? That thing on his face. Nose
“Mmm I love ya angel cakes!”
“I love you too orange juice”
Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!! I love fluffy little fics like this so much <333 I’m thinking they’re my specialty
“I love you too donbon”
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anzulvr · 9 months
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What do you think Karma would be like with a calm/chill reader who's easygoing and effortlessly charming personality sometimes turns completely 180 when they feel strong emotions? Like they can go from sweetly comforting Nagisa to yelling oddly detailed threats at Terasaka while chasing him with a metal bottle for eating her food. (Maybe mix in some passive aggressive sarcastic sass when Korosensei's being annoying?)
Karma x Chill(..but actually really passive aggressive) reader 🤗🤗 Ty for the request!! (Sorry took long)
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— You don’t argue often and you are also very good at listening to everyones perspective and ideas even if they’re different from you. People view you as very understanding so seeing you actually getting into a heated fight it’s surprising at first.
— Karma is so surprised when he sees you angry for the first time like he didn’t know you had it in you to say the things you did.
— He TRIES to get you pissed off just to see you react, since you know he’s kidding and dating him gives you a soft spot for him it’s basically just him failing to annoy you.
— This one time Karma scribbled over your paper to bother you and all you did was frown for a second and erase / re do anything he messed up. (He felt bad and helped you when he realized you weren’t going to fight 😭)
— then in a group project with Yoshida (also Isogai and Rinka) Yoshida scribbled a little bit on your notes (not nearly as much damage as Karma made) but it pissed you off so badly you grabbed a marker and started scribbling on his face
“I’ve been working on those notes for days you actual dumbass”
“Hey- I’m sorry!! I’ll rewrite them— get off me your using permanent marker it’ll be hard to take off!!”
“GOOD.”
— “Damn [name] that mad?” When you hear Karma mention how you reacted you stop so fast
“I wasn’t actually mad. We we’re just playing right Yoshida?”
Only out of fear he agrees “Right..”
— You’re tolerance for everything is way higher for Karma because you like him too much to get mad, that doesn’t mean you never get mad at him it just takes a little more to.
— Some of the things you respond with are shady in the way people expect Karma and it’s just so confusing cause it feels so out of character for you.
— but it’s definitely one of the things Karma likes the most about you because 1. It’s funny 2. Hes glad to see you stand up for yourself once in a while because he’s usually the one telling people off for you.
— passive aggressiveness would come whenever Korosensei or really E class is too pushy about certain topics.
For example before Karma confessed to you theyd push you to do it first and come up with crazy plans to make things happen.
— they full on locked you in a room together and instead of waiting it out you found a way to break the doorknob (together #romanceisreal)
Angry you and happy Karma is a mix end class fears because he’ll be constantly hyping it up😭
Like you’ll be be hitting Terasaka with a notebook because he said something stupid and Karma will go:
“[Name] wait— Use this one it’s way thicker!!”
(took inspo for ur original request lollol)
Karma will support anything you try and honestly rile you up more to see what you do
Angry you and Angry Karma is definitely the worst mix of all
hell on earth
! but it hardly happens since you usually reel each other in
Just tell him to chill tf out😭
Having strong emotions isn’t all bad, you’re empathetic, kind and care for everyone in class— even Terasaka no matter how much of a pain he can be.
mom friend-ish?? (Awe yeah Mom friend definitely)
They don’t actually mind it and are grateful for the times you stand up for them bc they know you love them
Especially Karma even though you’re prone to getting into arguments like all couples do it’ll work out fine because you both care to much about eachother.
If you’re the type to remind people you love them after arguing it’s another thing he loves about you, since he himself has trouble saying he’s wrong first it’s helped him swallow his pride and apologize faster.
(Literally so cute my fave relationship dynamic)
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juyeonszn · 6 months
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BAD IDEA RIGHT?
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PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 4.10k
GENRES … smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, literally porn with plot. like i’m so insane, enemies to “we fuckin” as reese put it 🥰, frat boy tbz again!!!, juyo is literally so irritating in the first half im not even gonna lie, he’s also a manwhore, making out, reader is a bit of a brat, juyeon has a dirty mouth, kinda dom!juyeon, vaginal fingering, oral (m! receiving), SHOWER SEX !12!1!, he’s hitting it from the back btw, unprotected sex, creampie, juyeon is actually… i don’t even know how to describe him writing his character made me want to claw at the walls lol
SUMMARY deep down you’re fully aware that you’re probably making a huge mistake by giving into juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. but paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you can’t seem to find a logical reason to stop.
MORE heheheh im back 🤭 oh my god this was actually the cause of a week full of sleepless nights. i genuinely drove myself crazy writing this bc NEED FRRRR like idk i’m so 😭 delusional. ANYWAYS. ANON. THIS ONE IS FOR U. U REQUESTED THIS AND I RAN WITH IT. u wanted more juyeon, i deliver more juyeon ;) also shout out to ally, moni, AND reese for beta’ing 🥺 i love u my cupcakes!! prompt used: 18 <3
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble
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If there was anyone on Earth that you hated more than anything, it had to be Lee Juyeon.
To put things plainly, he was quite literally the bane of your existence. Being around him made your blood pressure skyrocket and gave you migraines that lasted for days. It was insane how one person could affect you so much by doing so little. It seemed as if he thrived off of getting under your skin.
Considering he was the captain and the pitcher of the baseball team, it wasn’t shocking. He was also a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. But he happened to be roommates with one of your best friends, and that made it ten times worse.
You’d known Changmin since third grade, along with Kevin and Chanhee. When he mentioned he’d be joining a fraternity in college, you were a bit apprehensive. All you knew about them was what you’d read in YA books and seen in movies. Neither gave them a good rep. Part of you wanted to talk him out of it, but you knew this was something you had to let him do, given you were adults and it was his college experience. At least you still had the other two under one roof.
The first time you met Juyeon was also the first time you attended a frat party. Changmin had just passed his initiation after waiting a year and he invited all of you to celebrate. You were excited for the most part since high school parties were more for an adrenaline rush due to the fact that your parents never let you go to them and you either snuck out or lied about going. You didn’t have to worry about the limitations of parents this go around.
The boys disappeared almost immediately upon arrival, leaving you to fend for yourself in the very crowded fraternity house. You could hardly pass through a room without bumping into somebody’s shoulder or elbow, huffing as you maneuver around the house equivalent to a sardine can. Your drink nearly spilled onto your top multiple times and you were glad you decided against the heels for the night.
You chugged the rest of the jungle juice in your cup as you stepped onto the patio, where it’s just as noisy and just as packed. You’re lucky enough to find an empty lounge chair near the house’s pool, unoccupied and calling your name. When your legs touch the plastic chair, you flinch at how hot it is, most likely from being in the sun all day.
“Woah, do you want a cushion?”
You look up at the source of the voice. You’ve seen him around campus before, and even at Changmin’s games. Lee Juyeon was just one of those people that you had to know, unless you’d been living under a rock. Just like everyone else in the world, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. From this distance, you truly understood why girls would giggle like high schoolers over the guy.
“Uh, sure. Yeah, that would be great actually.” You nod, watching as he wanders towards the shed in the corner of the big ass backyard. He returns promptly, holding his red solo cup between his teeth and one hand on your lower back guiding you to a standing position so he could place down the cushion.
“As a thank you, can I get your name?” He gives you a cocky little smile that should’ve been a warning. And looking back on it, you should’ve seen his true personality sooner, to be completely honest. The way his lips curled at the corners, like a conniving bastard who got off on irritating others.
“It’s Y/N,” you say, messing with your empty cup. “I’d ask for yours, but I kinda already know.”
He laughs at that, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s not surprising.” It’s at this point that you’re starting to see through his sweet facade, but despite knowing better— despite always keeping your guard up— you let yourself fall for it just this once. All because you didn’t want to fuck things up for Changmin. He owed you big time.
“Well, you are a talented athlete.” You didn’t want to fuel what is probably already a massive ego, but you’d rather compliment his baseball skills than the fact that he was infamous for screwing around with half of the girls on campus. Technically, that was a feat of its own since he’d only been in school for a year.
“Oh, so you think I’m talented?” He rested a hand on your chair, leaning down to your level. Confidence oozed from every corner of his being and if you weren’t so self aware, perhaps you could’ve ended up like all those other victims of his charismatic behavior.
“I go to the games for Changmin,” you scoff, glancing away from his face to stop the heat rising up your neck. “I’ve only paid attention to you once or twice.”
“Yeah, sure. Let's go with that,” he bites his lip, blatantly checking you out. “I wouldn’t mind paying attention to you a little.”
“I’m unimpressed, Juyeon,” you snort, raising an eyebrow at him. “Does this shit really work on everyone?”
“I can drop the act if you want, baby. Just let me know when you’re ready to stop playing hard to get.” He stands upright, running a hand through his hair.
Every time you ran into Lee Juyeon after that, he was more and more insufferable. He knew his influence on you, too, if his smug fucking grin was anything to go by. You wish you could just slap it off of him. However, you stood by being the bigger person in any given situation, so that was off the table. (And half of you still felt a moral obligation to not get your friend into hot water.)
“Would it kill you to play nice every once in a while? I do live with the dude, you know.” Changmin whines, trailing you in the supermarket like a lost puppy.
“He’s got a point, N/N,” Kevin adds, humming as he tosses a boxed dinner into the cart. “I get that he’s a little bit of an overconfident douche, but rolling your eyes at him when he hasn’t even done anything just makes it worse on you. And JiChang, too, I guess.”
“Bro…”
You weren’t even sure why he decided to tag along with you and the other boys when you mentioned grocery shopping. In fact, he might as well have stayed his ass home if he was just going to gang up on you the whole time. Chanhee sighs dramatically, bringing your shopping cart to a halt.
“Can we not have a peaceful grocery trip? Is that impossible or something?” His lips form a thin line. “I swear, all we do is talk about how much Y/N hates Lee Juyeon. Can we please move on?”
“Thank you, Chanhee, I agree,” you nod along, walking backwards as you do so and ignoring the faces your friends make. “He makes me want to kill myself.”
“Who makes you want to kill yourself?”
You jump up, frightened by the sudden voice in your ear. Your friends all give you sheepish smiles, as if they’d already tried to warn you. (What shitty jobs they did.) With a hand over your heart, you turn around to meet— speak of the devil— none other than Lee Juyeon himself.
“What are you doing here?” Your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest. Luck could never be on your side when it came to this guy.
“Uh, last I checked, this was a public supermarket. Where I can publicly shop. I wasn’t aware that I had to run that by you. So sorry, sweetheart.” He pouts, his expression so theatrical you nearly give in to your constant urge to punch him in the face.
You feel your eye twitch, and it takes everything in you to step back and assess just how bad it would be if you committed murder right now. Changmin comes to your rescue, doing damage control as best as he can while Kevin attempts to talk you out of becoming a criminal.
The two frat brothers do their little fraternity handshake thing and then finally he’s out of sight, out of mind, allowing you to visibly relax. Chanhee purses his lips. “Okay, so maybe I do see where the anger comes from. And holy shit, Y/N, you have the patience of a saint.”
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“The person you have called is unavailable! At the tone, please leave a message. When you have finished recording, you may—”
“Goddammit.” You curse, ending the unsuccessful call.
The downside of working far from campus, was working far from campus. You didn’t have your own car and usually relied on one of your roommates for a ride to and from. But now here you are, stranded at work while it’s pouring cats and dogs outside. Kevin was in class and Chanhee wasn’t picking up his phone. You could call Changmin, but you’re pretty sure he also had a class around this time.
Just as you’re about to succumb to your demise, you receive a text from Chanhee.
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: IM SO SORRY AJNSSJNW BUT SOMETHING CAME UP WITH A GROUP PROJECT
[2:57 pm] michael jackson: DONT WORRY THOUGH, IVE GOT IT COVERED UR STILL GETTING PICKED UP
“Could today get any worse?” You mutter to yourself, locking your phone and tossing it into your purse. As if your timing couldn’t be better, you spoke entirely too soon. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar car rolling up under the carport. Your brows furrowed in confusion, because you had no idea who could be your saving grace. Chanhee was a wild card so who knew who he had on speed dial.
But then the passenger window rolls down and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Lee Juyeon grins that stupid fucking grin of his, beckoning you to his car as it unlocks when he shifts into park. You shake your head.
“No way. There is absolutely no way I am getting into that car.” You shout over the pelting rain.
Juyeon tsks, his eyes rolling when he reaches over the center console to open the door for you. “Is there anyone else who would drop everything they’re doing to pick you up in this weather?”
Your lips pull into a flat line. The answer was no, you didn’t have anyone else who would drop everything they were doing to pick you up in this weather. That was the reason Juyeon was here, you supposed. It didn’t mean you weren’t at least going down without a fight, though. Except, Lee Juyeon was a man who was all too comfortable with how expressive you were. Most notably towards him.
“What? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you. I’d rather walk.” You seethe, starting straight in the direction of your apartment. Juyeon groans at first, your constant need to prove yourself getting on his nerves for once. Then his eyes widen slightly when he realizes you’re not joking.
The truth was that the rain was freezing and you’d love to be in the shelter of a warm car. In fact, you didn’t really care that Juyeon was the person driving. But you were too deep into the bit now. You couldn’t just turn around and get in the car, for you had a pride to protect at this point.
“Shit.” Juyeon swears under his breath, reaching into the backseat to grab an umbrella. Sure he loved to tease you and rile you up, but he wasn’t cruel. Your friends would have his head on a silver platter if he let anything happen to you.
You pause in your steps when you’re no longer being showered in rain water. Juyeon holds the umbrella over your head with a worried expression. You feel kind of bad for making him chase after you even though he’d already gone out of his way to pick you up. Sometimes you wish your ego wasn’t so fragile. Maybe then you could accept help when you needed it instead of making things worse.
“Can you please stop being so stubborn and just get in the damn car, Y/N? Do you have to make everything difficult all the time?” Usually, pissing you off made him over the moon, but you can tell he’s not exactly pleased at the moment. You swallow thickly, nodding quietly and following him back to his car.
The whole drive to your apartment is silent save for the song playing on his speakers. It’s not as loud in comparison to the storm outside, but you’re grateful that it’s filling the space between you. If only Lee Juyeon hadn’t done such an excellent job ticking you off like a bomb, then maybe you would’ve just hopped in the passenger seat with ease. But no, he had to goad you until you made an irrational decision and now here you are.
As he pulls up to your building, you say a little prayer that you don’t regret your next actions. He stops as close to the stairs as he can, but you turn to him before unbuckling your seatbelt. With a deep breath, you ask, “Would you like to— uh— come inside?”
He glances from you to the stairs and then shrugs, parking in the nearest empty spot. He holds the umbrella over both of you as you make your way to your unit, lightly sprinting so you don’t get anymore soaked than you already are. You figured the least you could do was invite the dude into your home and offer him some hot tea, just so he could warm up before heading back to the TBZ house. Your roommates not being here to make fun of you was also a plus.
There’s still an unspoken tension even after you’ve shed your raincoats and shoes by the front door, settling into your apartment and its coziness. Juyeon sits at the breakfast bar as you busy yourself with preparing the kettle and getting a couple tea bags. His watchful gaze is a little intimidating now that you’ve seen his serious side.
Once you’ve finished making the tea, you set his mug in front of him. You look everywhere but him when you say, “I’m gonna take a shower if you’re okay waiting out here by yourself.” He doesn’t respond verbally, so you take it as your cue to leave.
You turn on the water to let it heat up before gathering your essentials. When you’ve completed your back and forth trip from the bathroom and your bedroom, you’re finally ready to just relax in your shower and forget about today’s events. But how could you ever truly relax with Lee Juyeon in your space, permeating your peace?
As you’re shutting the bathroom door, a foot jams itself between the threshold and stops you. You glance up from the floor to meet Juyeon’s eyes. They’re darker than you’re used to, a deep shade of brown that has your stomach twisting into knots.
“You know, Y/N, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old,” he takes a step into the steaming room, locking the door behind him and trapping you. “Just admit to yourself that you want me.”
You sputter at his bold words, because you don’t. You don’t want Lee Juyeon. Why would you want Lee Juyeon? “I’m not gonna lie to myself. I don’t want you.”
He laughs humorlessly, closing the gap between you just a little more. You don’t have it in you to back away from him. He reaches a hand up to tuck some damp hair behind your ear. You’re still wet and cold from your stupid idea to walk in the rain, but Juyeon plans to warm you up perfectly. “You sure?”
“Positive,” you breathe.
“Why don’t we test that theory?” Now he’s got you backed into the wall, his face a hair’s breadth distance from your own. “I have a feeling I can change your mind.”
You don’t know if it’s the heat of the bathroom or Juyeon’s lips being so close, but so far simultaneously that has your brain turning into static. Your head feels fuzzy, like you’re watching TV on an empty channel through a blurry lens. You lick your lips, vision trained on his. “Why don’t we?”
That’s all the confirmation he needs to press your mouths together in a searing kiss, hotter than the temperature of the room. You feel him smile against you when you make no move to push him away, instead carding your fingers through his hair. He groans when you tug a bit, twirling the longer strands around your index.
His hands slip under your top, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. This is a terrible idea. Deep down you’re fully aware that you’re probably making a huge mistake by giving into Juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. But paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you can’t seem to find a logical reason to stop.
When you part for air, you both start stripping your top layers, resuming your attacks on each other’s lips once you’re left in nothing but undergarments. Juyeon trails kisses along the side of your neck, nipping and sucking wherever he feels fit. You gasp when he finds that particular spot that contributes to the butterflies fluttering about your stomach. “God, you’re so annoying.”
“Yeah?” And despite getting ready to give you the pleasure of your life, his grin against your skin still manages to irritate you. “You hate me so much, huh?”
“Mhm,” you whine as his fingers dip beneath the band of your panties, toying with your sensitive cunt. “Hate you so bad— ah…”
“You might wanna shut up soon, sweetheart,” Juyeon warns, sliding his ring finger between your lower lips. “Or else I’ll give that mouth something to do.”
“I’ll do whatever I want,” you pull his hand from your underwear, kneeling in front of him when he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Your nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his briefs, freeing him from the material. It takes a lot out of you to not visibly react at the sight of his cock, hard and flushed to the tip. You couldn’t dare inflate his ginormous ego, the situation you were currently in already doing enough on its own. His size is impressive too, making you wonder just how he expects you to take him like a champ.
“What a fucking brat,” he hisses, your tongue swiping along the underside of his dick. “Always gotta have the last word, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” you moan, mouth full with just the tip. You’d never been the type of person who cared about size. As long as they knew what they were doing and made you finish, you held no qualms with their length. In fact, you don’t think you ever even paid much attention to anyone’s dick in your life. But if there was anything to back Lee Juyeon’s cockiness, it had to be, well, his cock.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this moment,” he confesses, wrapping your hair around his hand into a makeshift ponytail. “But, fuck, this is so much better.”
The admission shoots straight to your core and you find yourself whimpering, the vibrations against his dick driving him crazy. He has to support his weight with one hand flat to the wall, the other still tightly fisting your hair. With every suck and flick of your tongue, he tugs a little more, the sting on your scalp providing you with more pleasure than pain. You pull off of him to take a breath, jerking him off as you do so.
“Am I meeting your expectations?” You bat your eyelashes up at him, drool sliding down your chin and makeup smeared under your eyes in tear streaks. He groans at the sight of you, forcing you to a standing position so he could kiss you again.
You start dragging him towards the shower, unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties. He raises an eyebrow at you, amused. “You want me to fuck you in the shower, baby? Have you slipping all over my cock?”
“Duh,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his question, practically pawing at his underwear to get him out of them fully. “Did you think I sucked your dick on the bathroom floor for fun?”
“That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days.”
He kicks them off, reconnecting your lips as you step into the shower. The hot water hits your back almost like a massage, synchronously getting in your mouth as you make out with Juyeon aggressively. It’s like he can’t get enough of you, big hands kneading and groping everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel insane, especially with how good of a kisser he is. It’s like you’re on cloud nine and nothing’s capable of bringing you down.
When he’s finally lost his patience, he spins you around, pressing you cheek first to the shower wall. You feel him against your lower back, his lips leveling with your ear. In spite of acting as if he had himself under control, you can hear the pant in his breathing, deep voice a little desperate than usual. He has a hand gripping your thigh and picking up your leg.
“No protection?” He asks, his cock already gliding between your folds in anticipation.
“Mm-mm,” you shake your head as best you can with his body sandwiching you to the tiled surface. “Wanna feel you raw.”
“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me,” Juyeon groans into your ear, giving no warning as he spits down your front and hikes your leg higher, thrusting into your cunt. “You’ll make me wanna stay buried in you forever.”
You moan, hand coming up to hold the side of his head as he fucks you into the shower wall. If someone were to ask about this very moment, you weren’t too sure how you’d defend yourself. A moment of weakness, perhaps? But if a moment of weakness felt this fucking good every time, you might fall into a habit of judgment lapses.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting your shoulder and the surrounding area with each snap of his hips. The angle he drives into you at has stars forming at the back of your vision, the tip of his cock brushing that one spot deep inside of you whenever he thrusts up. You don’t even think his entire dick is in you as he does this, but you also don’t really have the mind to care, way too focused on memorizing the veins of his shaft with your walls.
You’re far too gone to consider the consequences of your actions, the horizon of your release just beyond your fingertips now. You’d never needed someone so viscerally before, so carnally. Yet here you were, sucking Lee Juyeon’s cock in with your pussy like you were a damn vacuum. The sounds you’re making bounce back and forth on the walls, no doubt louder than the shower water itself.
“I— I-I’m so— fuck,” you mewl, words wobbling. “I’m so, so close, Juyo.”
“Yeah, baby?” He sighs in your ear, nudging your sensitive clit with his thumb while raising your leg as much as he physically can. “Me too, where do you want me?”
“Inside,” you don’t think you even make sense anymore, babbling as he continues to fuck you stupid. “Please. Want you to cum inside me.”
Juyeon grits his teeth, pleased with himself that he didn’t orgasm right then and there. He uses his last ounce of strength to get the two of you off together. “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for me.”
The fogginess subsides pretty quickly after you’ve finished, your brain registering what just happened almost instantaneously. If you weren’t so hypersensitive, you would’ve pulled him out yourself and scrambled to flee the scene. (And maybe even the country.) There are many more rational thoughts running through your head now. The entire trajectory of your life has just been changed, whether you realized it or not. But the biggest issue was:
What the hell do you do now?
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formulafics · 4 months
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Hi, love your fics!! ❤️❤️ Could I request a charles x reader? One where she's also a driver (your choice which team) and she's from Poland and their flags just look like 🇵🇱🇲🇨 and it's like a "funny" coincidence to the fans or something, maybe it's a charles and y/n thing to always point out how similar their flags are
★ IF YOU CANT BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM | CL16
Scenario: time and time again, your flag gets mixed up with your boyfriends’, and vice versa. this time around, something a little more interesting than just a mixed up flag happens.
Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader (mclaren driver)
A/N: i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to! thank you so much for your patience 🫶🏻 this is actually such a cute idea, i love it. i hope you enjoy the fic! <3 ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST CHARLES FIC ‼️WHO CHEERED?
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charles_leclerc good to be back on the podium…even with the flag mishap. i wouldn’t want it to be any flag but @/yn_ln’s.
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yn_ln i could say the same for your flag. congrats on p2 baby you deserve it! 🥰
scuderiaferrari if you can’t beat them join them. right @/yn_ln ?
⤷ yn_ln 👀
⤷ rizzciardo hey so what does this mean lol
landonorris get a room
⤷ yn_ln bet 🤭
leclercnorrisrussel WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION I SAID
lovelyleclerc yk its a good day when yn and charles are on the podium together
lovelyleclerc WAIT A MINUTE WTF DO YOU MEAN FERRARI
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yn_leclerc (accidentally) took his flag, joined his team, and now taking his name. 🤭❤️
thanks lando for taking the pictures 🫶🏻
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charles_leclerc through sickness, health, and mixed flags 😂
⤷ yn_leclerc forever and always baby ❤️
landonorris thank god i don’t have to spend another year with you
⤷ yn_leclerc just bc we aren’t gonna be teammates doesn’t mean we aren’t friends 🤨 you’re not getting rid of me that easily mister. also i gave you photo credits i expect you to be nicer
pierregasly congratulations ❤️ love you guys
maxverstappen1 💙
georgerussel63 congrats guys 💙
carmenmundt so happy for you both! congratulations, mr and mrs. leclerc! ❤️
paularon_ @/arthur_leclerc can be the flower child at the wedding!
lovelyleclerc SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ARE YOU SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
ferraricharles BABE WAKE UP YN AND CHARLES ARE ENGAGED
stardustf1 serving parents more than ever with this one
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yn_leclerc a wise man once said “if you can’t beat them, join them” and join them i did. 🤭 can’t wait to see what the 2024 season brings!
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charles_leclerc i love you ❤️ can’t wait
⤷ yn_leclerc i love you more
oscarpiastri thank you for the seat
⤷ yn_leclerc your welcome pls take care of lando
⤷ thumbsuplando CRYING I ALREADY MISS YN AND LANDO SO BADLY
scuderiaferrari happy to have you! 🥰
lovelyleclerc everytime i get the notif that you post, i go insane. i just wanted you to know that!
norrisnation i’m gonna miss you in mclaren but im so happy for you 😭🧡
ynsnumberone MOTHER
⤷ rizzciardo it truly isn’t a yn post if there isn’t someone in the comments calling her mother
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uhlunaro · 10 months
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Request for smut week: Leon and reader spending a cold cold night in a cabin and yk warming up because there's no means of heat and they're freezing which causes them to pleasure each other multipleeee times in an attempt to not "freeze to death"
i do not care about the logistics of this we are here for the smut that is it!! also this is WAY over 1k words (2.3k actually) but this request gave me a brainworm that took over my body. 
this time we got: afab!reader, mutual pining, smut with feelings, a lil creampie thrown in there bc why not !! there’s also a happy ending
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DAY 3.
What began as a two day excursion to find an Umbrella mountainside base turns into a below-freezing blizzard, an abandoned cabin devoid of insulation, and a blanketing cold that freezes your hands and face and lungs to numbness. The comms are down from the storm. Nobody can reach you for evac. The visibility outside proves nonexistent. Drastic times and drastic measures, you suppose.
The only relief you find from the chill is the wrought-iron tub that you fill with fire-boiled snow. You curl close together, seek comfort in skinship, brainstorm ideas to prolong survival.
The topic is breached just as the water turns cold. 
“So. What’s the plan?” He looks to you as if you possess all the answers. And you usually do.
This time, however—
“There isn’t one.”
It’s a hopeless situation. The water stayed warm all of ten minutes, your two layers of thick clothing shield nothing, and when the weather turns severe like this, it’s sure to last weeks. You stocked up on rations for the trip, always pack extra for worst-case-scenarios such as this. The snow provides water, but the wood inside the cabin is scarce, half-rotten in places. 
The immediate issue is the cold. A problem you have no solution to thus far. 
“So, what? We just give up?” He looks small, knees-to-chest as he huddles, a slight shake to his bones as he fights full-blown shivers. 
Water drains heat. You need out of this tub. 
No towels to dry off with, so you re-dress in record time while he grumbles out a comment about the cold causing a lack of blood to certain areas, and you’ve seen the man naked enough times that it’s a non-issue, but he makes you laugh and nothing else fucking matters. 
But there is still an issue. 
“Okay.” You settle in beside him before fireplace embers, hold gloved hands just above the dying warmth. “We have… very few options here.”
“Which are?”
“Well, we die, for one.”
“Not happening.”
“Then we have to keep our body heat up somehow. Ideally, through exercise. Any kind of movement that increases heart rate.”
“That seems counterproductive.”
“Then we die.”
He hums. “You weren’t kidding about our options.”
“Push-ups and jumping jacks it is, then.”
“Our lungs will freeze.”
“That is a fair possibility.”
You rack your brain for other ideas. Some kind of movement that quickens heart rate. Need something reliable. Tried and true. 
Well. Sex always leaves you sweaty, and it’s known to burn calories which means it’s technically a workout, right?
You glance over at him and he meets your eye, and you heave out a cloudy sigh. “Okay. Another idea. A lot more far-fetched.”
He sniffs, and you note the thick red blush spanning over his cheeks and nose. “Let’s hear it.”
“It’s really fucking cliché.”
“The suspense is killing me.”
You wince. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
That gives him pause—as it should. How do you even approach the subject? Yeah, I think we should try fucking each other right out of the gate. It’s weird, and you feel weird for even thinking it up. He’ll assume you’ve been waiting for the opportunity, for any little reason to get in his pants. Everyone else wants to. 
But it’s not like that. You care about him, yes, because he’s your partner. You’ve saved each others’ lives. You rely on one another. You fight and train and hurt and survive together. 
“I’m sure I’ve heard a lot worse,” he says, eyes dark beneath the shadows of midnight, shoulders wracked by shiver. Nothing but an oil lamp to light the room and his huddled form. 
“We can have sex. It gets the blood pumping, makes people sweat.”
“Okay,” he says, like it’s the easiest answer in the world, and your brain shuts off for a good long moment. 
“Wait, seriously?”
“We’ve been through a lot worse together. Remember when—“
“If you bring up the red wine story, I will let you freeze.”
Through the chatter of his teeth, he grins at you. 
And then it’s decided. Sex to ward off the chill. No big deal. Just an adaptation to circumstances, doing what partners are supposed to do. Keeping each other safe.
No big deal. 
DAY 4.
Huddled inside a thin sleeping bag, he spoons you from behind. Holds you with shivering arms, blanketed by your thick coats. Still, the insulation isn’t enough. The cold permeates and he fits his face against your neck and his nose likens to a cube of ice. 
The situation would be humiliating if the thick of his cock wasn’t so warm and slick and lovely as it fills you up. You press a balled-up shirt to your face, a filter for the frigid air that lessens the pain of breathing. Helps muffle the noises that you fail to bite back. 
You pretend that this doesn’t affect you. That you don’t enjoy the way he holds you, the weight of his arms, the warmth of his breath over your nape. He’s been your other half for years, trustworthy and safe. A relationship built upon end goals and symbiosis. 
This, though. You never could have expected this. 
You fight against the pleasure that wells and waves, that he fills you with each time he bottoms out. It rises and rises and you can’t—it’s all just—
You release the shirt pressed to your mouth and brace a hand against the floor, rise onto an elbow. Pant out low and shaky. Rock your hips to meet his own. Fuck hard back onto him.
“Goddamn.” He hisses the word under his breath, adds a roughness to his thrusts, and you clench tight around him. Can’t help it at this point, and you know you’re making a sticky mess on the both of you. 
You just try to fill up the day. Just need to be warm. That’s all this is about. All that matters. Desperate times.
Still, his response gives you permission to moan. This affects him, too, and those two simple syllables cease your embarrassment. It’s okay. It feels good—fucking amazing, if you’re being honest. It’s supposed to.
The arm he wraps around you raises higher, and the press of his chest against your back throws off your balance, leaves you half-rolled onto your stomach, the sleeping bag stretched taut from your position. 
“Not fair,” you choke out, welcome the curl of his fingers around yours despite the thickness of your gloves.
He seeks to fuck you into the cold floor, hips rough against the swell of your ass, and you arch your back to swallow him deeper, and if he moans into your ear one more time you’ll go fucking insane.
“Shut up. You love it.”
That shatters something within you. Whatever qualms you have about the situation. Whatever professionalism you’ve been latching onto. Because he’s right. It’s so fucking good, and he’s ticking all your boxes, and you wonder for a too-long moment why you never thought to do this before. 
“And if I do?”
He ignores your question. Instead, releases your hand to tug off his glove with the bite of his teeth. Slips frigid fingers over the swell of your clit, slick and hot and impossibly sensitive. He circles over the flesh, one two three four times before you’re gone. Moaning into your glove, fluttering around him, and when he whines at the sensation you think you might die anyway. 
He finishes inside you—another pre-discussed topic, agreed to on the knowledge of your birth control and the inconvenience of any other method—and the jerk of his cock, the flood of warmth feels more intimate than it should. 
Everything is warm now. Sweat beads at the curve of your lower back. He takes his time pulling out, until his cock softens enough that he’s forced to. So warm and nice and relaxed, your chest fuzzy and tender, ruined by the sticky trail of cum that leaks out of you. 
“To answer your question,” he begins, voice sandpaper rough at the edges. Swipes his thumb through the mess, spreads it over the hood of your clit and exhales a laugh when you jolt in surprise. “There’s no if. I know you too well.”
DAY 6.
You don’t talk about it—whatever that little moment was a few days ago. Flirting, maybe. Definitely something more than your usual banter, your long-lasting dynamic. You felt like… fuck, like lovers. He touched you like he meant to mark his place on your skin.
It’s not what partners do, and neither of you want to address it.
He looks unbelievably pretty beneath you: flushed deep red at the cheeks, eyes lidded and glossy, groaning deep in his throat each time the slick of your cunt swallows him down to the root. 
You like him best like this. He massages his palms down your back, over the bare stretch of your waist and hips and ass and thighs, greedy with his touch.
This isn’t normal. This isn’t how partners act. They don’t fuck each other, and they don’t share loving gazes, and they don’t confuse touch with idolatry.
There’s something else here, something more. Something devastating in its severity. 
DAY 10.
Your jackets are unzipped, shirts bunched beneath your arms. So are his. The sleeping bag traps in the heat like always, and your bare chest sticks to his own from all the sweat. 
The sex is weirder this time around. Not a bad weird, no. Freeing, fully indulgent. You’ve accepted that fucking each other feels good, and it’s become less about staying warm and more about staving off the boredom. You realized early on that curling up naked inside the sleeping bag together, using your clothes as extra insulation, worked well enough. But it’s fun, and he touches you like he wants you, and it helps you pretend that you’re somewhere else but here: low on rations, frozen down to the marrow in your bones, stranded indefinitely. But at least you have him, and that’s a confusing headspace to be in. 
“God, right there.” The tilt of his hips forces the breath from your lungs, cock sliding perfect against sensitive nerves. All squishy silk and squelching heat that brews intensity in the pit of your belly. 
“So fucking—“ he cuts himself off with a groan, and the relax of his jaw teases teeth over the flesh of your throat. You wish he would bite down. Mark you. Give you something to remember when you leave this place and have to pretend that nothing happened. Like he hasn’t been balls-deep inside you for the last week.
You aren’t sure who initiates, but he bottoms out inside you and all of a sudden you’re kissing. He heavies his weight atop you, clutches hard to your shoulder to keep you in place, fucks into you so hard you jolt against the floor. You slide a hand over his back, sweatslick and warm beneath your bare palm. Trace the welts of his spine, dig blunt nails into the skin of his shoulder blade. 
Your other hand circles quick over your clit, and he pulls back to look at you, all starshine and hunger and ferality. Furrow-browed and panting. 
Something clicks. A chest-bursting revelation, horribly inconvenient. 
This is way more than being good partners. Than fighting for survival. It’s time to accept that. 
He slows his thrusts, eyes darting over the features of your face. Asks, “What’s wrong?” and all you can do is shake your head. 
Don’t you dare. Don’t ruin this. Ignore it. Swallow it down no matter how deep the glass slices.
“I’m okay. Just had a weird thought.”
His hips still. “You need to stop?”
“No.” You answer much too quick, and his lips twitch at the edges. His eyes begin to glitter in mirthy amusement. “I’m still cold.”
You’re not, though, and he knows it. Sweat beads on your forehead, the curve of your nose. The heat is borderline uncomfortable inside the sleeping bag, but you can feel your hands again and you can use them to feel his skin and—
Fuck.
You love him.
DAY 14.
When the storm subsides and the comms continue working and they send out a bird for evac, both of you decide to keep the last two weeks secret. When you leave this cabin, you’ll remain partners. You’ll pretend that you don’t miss his touch, how nice he fills you up, the weight of his body.
You’re taken to the hospital, lose the tip of a finger, receive a round of fluids and a steroid shot. Both of you are sent home and ordered to rest.
Life goes on.
—AFTER
It takes a month before the both of you cave. An empty meeting room at HQ, with the lights off and the curtains pulled and you sat on the table. 
He says what you’re thinking. An, “I missed this,” fanned warm over the curve of your shoulder. 
The sex is tender this time. Slow and sweet and fuck, you aren’t used to this. 
“I missed you.” A confession that starts from a thought that forms into syllables that you speak before your brain catches up, and you don’t have the heart to take it back. “I’m allowed to admit that, right?”
He breathes out a laugh. Presses his lips to yours. “I can admit a lot more than that.”
“Then do it.”
“Tell me something first.”
The head of his cock slicks over your clit, leaves your thighs tensing, and the edges of your vision begin to blur. “Anything.”
“The weird thought you had. What was it?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Say it anyway.”
You won’t look away from him. Couldn’t if you tried. Not when his eyes gleam the way they do, even in the darkness, impossibly bright and beautiful. You can’t swallow glass anymore.
“I love you.”
There it is. Spoken aloud, weightless, heart-draining. You expect him to laugh, to mock you, to pull away.
He does none of those things. Slides back into you, spreads his fingers along your spine. Says, “Wow. What a coincidence,” and you don’t think you’ll ever feel the chill again.
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oceandriveab · 4 months
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the new plug
rafe x dealer!reader
a/n: i got this idea while listening to GREENGREENGREEN by chase atlantic (doesn’t really have anything to do with the storyline except that they’re both ab weed😭)
also, i’ve got a week long break this week so i’m hoping i can get more writing posted🙌🏻 send ur rafe requests in!!!! <3
i thought the idea was cutie and something different bc i’m so used to seeing dealer!rafe so i decided to switch it up😁😁😁
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“goddamn, bro” rafe coughed, carefully handing the red bong back to kelce. “this is some good shit.”
“fuck yeah it is. i got it from my new plug, got the best weed you’ll ever smoke in your life.” kelce placed the bong back on the table in front of him.
“what happened to that other dude you were buying from? leo or some shit?” rafe asked, prepping the bowl to take another hit.
kelce shook his head, “he’s a fucking bitch. he scammed me and then just disappeared. nobody’s seen him.”
rafe nodded, carefully lighting the bowl. “so, who’s your new guy?”
“actually,” kelce’s face lit up with a boyish smile. “it’s a girl.”
rafe almost choked when he heard the last part of his sentence. a girl? kelce was buying his weed from a girl?
“what?” rafe was sure he was joking, that the marijuana was talking for kelce.
“yeah, man. it’s this girl in my econ class. we had to work as partners on this project, so we decided to meet up at the library. when she got there, i smelled it on her immediately, asked her about it, and she finally told me. then, we smoked together and i bought this from her. i told her to text me when she gets new shit in.” kelce shrugged as he decided to ditch the bong and roll a blunt instead.
rafe sat across from him, jaw dropped. he couldn’t believe the weed he’d been smoking for the past hour came from a girl plug. he honestly thought it was kind of hot and was now intrigued, wanting to know more about his friend’s new plug.
“is she hot? what’s her name?” rafe asked, trying to play it cool.
kelce laughed and passed the blunt, “y/n is hot as fuck, bro. you’d love her. she’s fucking funny.”
rafe nodded.
“what’s her number?”
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y/n felt her phone buzz in her jacket pocket. rolling her eyes at the interruption, she ashed the blunt and grabbed her phone.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Y/N?
her eyebrows furrowed as she studied the unknown number on her screen. she hesitated on texting back, but ultimately decided to, figuring it was just someone trying to buy from her.
Y/N: hi
Y/N: what do u want
Y/N: wait who is this
rafe smiled to himself, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in as he saw her responses come through.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Rafe. I got your number from Kelce earlier. We smoked that shit you gave him and it was crazy.
RAFE: You got anymore?
“rafe,” y/n thought to herself. she had never met him before, but she’d seen him at parties with kelce. he was usually doing the harder shit (coke) that she didn’t care too much about, so their paths never crossed. but, a quick look through his instagram was enough to tell her that he was loaded and she could always use the extra money, so she texted him back.
Y/N: ya
Y/N: come over whenever, i’ll be home all day
Y/N: *current location*
y/n locked her phone when she saw that he had read the messages and placed it back into her jacket pocket.
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a few hours later, y/n heard the rumble of a truck pulling into her driveway. she carefully peeked between her blinds to see who it was and exhaled when she realized it was only rafe.
she stood up, ran her hands over her hair, and opened the door for him.
“you must be rafe.”
he felt his stomach flip at the sight of her sweet smile. he almost laughed after eyeing her up and down. she wore a huge hello kitty sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulder and black leggings, complete with the most basic white nike socks. there was no way this was the girl kelce got that weed from.
“i must. i’m assuming you’re y/n, the drug dealer?” he smirked at her, crossing his arms.
“that’d be me.” y/n laughed nervously. she knew he was cute from afar and from his pictures, but up close was a completely different story. she felt her cheeks heat up as she admired his features. “um, you can come on in if you want or you can stay right here, it doesn’t matter. i just, um, need to go get my, uh, stash. so, i’ll be right back.” y/n pointed behind her as she opened the door wider for rafe, allowing him to step inside her small house.
he watched her as she disappeared down a hallway. her house was not what he was expecting. it was very clean and nicely decorated. rafe could tell she’d put a lot of effort into making her house a home.
his attention turned back towards her when she appeared in front of him, holding a small pink baggie.
“here you go, sir!” y/n handed rafe a small, pink baggie and began walking with him back onto the porch.
“that’s it?” rafe stopped walking as he eyed the baggie in confusion. “this might be one blunt. maybe two. don’t you have more?”
“but if i give you all my weed at one time, you might not come back for a while, and where’s the fun in that, hm?” y/n tilted her head to the side, putting on a fake pout.
rafe smirked, leaning down to talk in her ear. “well, if this shits as good as it was earlier, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, princess.”
y/n mirrored his expression, a smirk plastered on her own face. “i’ll be waiting.”
he sent her a wink as he walked off of her porch and back to his truck. she waved goodbye before walking back inside.
when she shut her door behind her, she couldn’t help but let out girlish giggles to herself.
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later that night, as she was lying in bed, she heard her phone ring. she was surprised to see that rafe was facetiming her.
y/n sat up, turned her lamp on, and quickly fixed her hair before answering his call.
“y/n,” rafe began.
she knew he was outside and assumed he was already high.
“rafe,” she replied.
“look at this! i told you it would only be enough for one blunt! see, look.” he flipped the camera around to show a small table. on the table was the blunt he’d rolled from the weed he’d bought from her and the empty pink baggie.
“oh man, you’re out already!” y/n slapped her palm on her forehead, faking concern. “what are you going to do?!”
“well, i’m feeling nice right now, so i’m not going to come over tonight since you’re already in bed. but, i will be over there bright and early tomorrow morning. so be ready for me, princess.” rafe winked as y/n rolled her eyes (with the biggest grin on her face).
“of course. goodnight! i’ll be awaiting your arrival, mr. cameron.” y/n said in her best british accent, before blowing rafe a kiss and hanging up.
she put her phone on the charger and got comfortable, trying her best to fight the newly arrived butterflies in her stomach and get some sleep.
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Reclaiming a Legacy
Ghostface!Amber Freeman x reader
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Warning(s): canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood
Word count: 4k words
Summary: You knew someone was behind the new ghostface kills, but you could have never guessed it was your girlfriend, and that the reason behind everything was you, and your past
Request: Can you write something with ghost face amber x reader. ask
A/N: I wanted to give my girl Amber a better motive bc she deserves it✨
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You knew your girlfriend was a bit of a bitch sometimes, but never a murderer. Sure, she was rude and probably lacked common decency, but when you two were alone, she was kind and sweet.
There was no way she could be ghostface.
And that was what you told Mindy, after the third time that day in which she had questioned you about Amber.
“Mindy,” you said, exasperated. “I love you. I really do, but if you keep insinuating my girlfriend is a killer I’m going to kick your ass.”
“I’m not,” Mindy said, in a tone that told you she was actually aiming at that, toeing the question but not saying it out loud. “I’m just saying, out of all of us…”
“It can also be the nerd obsessed with horror movies who’s related to one of the legacies,” you shot back. “Or the big sister that has suddenly come back after years of no contact. It can be anyone.”
“Sure thing,” Mindy said, rolling her eyes. “But if anyone would want to kill Wes…”
“No one would want to kill Wes,” you said, slamming shut your locker. “He was a good kid. No one held grudges against him. He was chosen because life isn’t fucking fair.”
You cleared your throat when you noticed kids around the hall staring at you. Great, you were going around school screaming about the unfairness of life; as if you needed people to suspect you and your group of friends more.
“Okay. Sorry,” Mindy said, putting a hand on your shoulder. You almost shook it off, still pissed off at her, but with everything that was going on you weren’t sure who could be the next victim, so instead you hugged her.
“I’m sorry too,” you said, pulling away. “It’s just— everything is too stressful. I can’t stand it.”
“I get it,” she said. “I’m sorry. I just want to discover who the fucker is so we can all be safe.”
“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m gonna hang out with Amber and help her with the party, so I’ll see you later. ‘Kay?”
“Okay,” she kissed your cheek. “Be safe.”
“You too.”
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“Stop fucking in my couch, horny fuckers,” Amber said, pushing two kids away from said couch.
The party was in full swing, almost everyone from school within Amber’s house walls. You thought of Wes, and how he’d take people remembering him with a party. He would have probably hated it, but it had been Amber’s idea, and it was hard to convince her not to do something once she had put her mind to it.
“Hey,” you said, glad you had finally found your girlfriend. It was hard to miss her, considering her attitude filled every room she was in, but parties like the ones she threw were so overwhelming even she could easily disappear in the crowd.
“There you are,” Amber smiled, shortening the distance between the two of you. She rested the red cup in her hand on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around you, nose caressing your neck. “Mm… I’ve missed you,” she said, pulling away to give you a kiss.
“You just saw me,” you giggled, standing on your tiptoes to give her another kiss. She smiled, pulling you even closer to kiss your cheek.
“What? Can’t I miss my girlfriend?” She raised an eyebrow, looking deeply into your eyes.
“Of course you can,” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck. She rested her head on your neck, kissing it softly. “What got you so happy?”
“I’m throwing a party and I have you in my arms,” Amber said, pulling away. There was a glee in her eyes that made your bones chill. “What else could I want?”
“A lot, actually,” you said. Despite how close you two were, it was still somewhat hard to hear her over the music coming from the kitchen. “A million dollars, three hundred puppies, world peace…”
“Nah,” she said, smirking. “I still prefer you.”
You blushed at that, kissing her again. “You dork.”
“A dork you love making out with.”
“That I do,” you smiled, tangling your hands into Amber’s hair as she put her lips on yours.
“You’re so hot,” she said, kissing your jaw. You moaned, tilting your head to the side to give her more space. “Fuck. I love you, baby,” she said. Her voice was sweet and velvety, just like how it was when she talked with you on the phone. You loved these moments where she was vulnerable; it made your heart skip a beat.
“I love you too,” you said. Amber was kissing your neck again, and you tightened your hold on her hair when she began to suck on your neck.
“You do?” She asked, pulling away. You were a little taken back by the sudden movement. “You love me?”
“Wha— of course I do,” you said, looking into her eyes. There was something there, swimming with the glee in the brown waves of her irises, something that made you want to run away from her arms. Instead, you pulled her closer. “I love you.”
“Even if I was the killer?” You tensed, trying to step away from her. She shook her head, dragging your body into hers. “Would you?”
“What the fuck, Amber?” You asked. Mindy’s voice came into the front of your mind; Do you think your girlfriend is capable of killing someone? “Are you for real?”
“Of course not,” Amber said, kissing your forehead. She sighed in anger when she noticed you were still tense. “Relax, babe. I’m just fucking with you.”
“Don’t joke about things like that, Am,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’s not funny.”
“Jesus,” she said, stroking your back. “Don’t be such a bitch. I was just playing.”
“Let’s just drop the subject, alright?”
“You haven’t answered my question,” Amber said. She was swaying you softly, and the motion was helping lower your frantic heartbeat. “Would you?”
“Uh?” You raised your head.
“Would you still love me if I was the killer?”
“Fucking hell, Amber.”
“Would you?” She repeated. You remembered those random questions she would sometimes ask, out of the blue— would you still love me if I was a worm? Would you still love me if I took shits the size of cars? Would you stay with me if I lost all my teeth?
But that question… it felt different somehow. Like a test you weren’t even aware you were taking.
Would you still love her if she was ghostface?
“Of course I would still love you,” you said, hoping it was all just one of those times she would ask stupid questions.
She smiled, all perfectly lined white teeth popping out in glee. You were taken aback by her happiness, and even more when she pulled you into a passionate kiss. It left you breathless. When she moved away, you could still see the happiness dancing in her face. She looked like a kid that had gotten away with stealing a cookie from the kitchen while their parents weren’t watching.
“Oh, look,” she said, moving away from you. You were momentarily confused at the loss of her warmth. “Tara is here.”
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The phrase “Welcome to act three” changed your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you thought as you hid from your girlfriend, Liv’s blood still fresh in your face. You had plans for the future, in which you moved into the city with Amber, and graduated college, and then got a nice job and got married. You couldn’t have planned for this. Who would?
Amber was ghostface. And you had been too blind to see the truth. If you made it out alive, you knew Mindy would never shut up about it.
How could you have been so goddamn stupid?
“Y/N.”
You turned to your side, seeing Sam kneeling beside the sofa, hiding away from Amber as she dragged someone into the kitchen. Sam raised her hand and gestured for you to go with her, and you did without even thinking. When you reached the older girl, you grabbed her arm, looking into her eyes.
“Fucking hell,” you said. You couldn’t even blink; it felt like your eyelashes had been glued to your face.
“Sh,” Sam whispered, moving closer. You could see her hands were shaking as she looked around. A gunshot was heard, followed by a ringing so deafening you closed your eyes as you covered your ears, cradling your face in your hands. “Fuck.”
“She killed someone else,” you said, still trying to wrap your mind around how she meant ghostface and also Amber.
“Ri—” Sam took a deep breath. “Richie. I— I heard his voice right before— before she—”
“Fuck,” you said. “Sam…”
“Y/N,” Amber called from the kitchen in a singsong voice. “Baby, where are you?”
Sam put her hand over your lips, pulling you closer into the sofa, as if it would magically cover the two of you. You saw Amber enter the living room, wearing the infamous ghostface robe. A chill went down your body at the sight of the blood on her face.
“Baby—”
Tara appeared then, hitting Amber with one of her crutches. Sam went quick into action, getting up and kicking away the gun that had fallen on the ground.
“Bitch,” Amber said, grabbing a handful of Tara’s jacket and pushing her away. You ran towards the girl, helping her sit up. Tara had fallen face first, and it looked like she had broken her nose, judging by the blood running down her chin.
“Fuck you,” Sam said, grabbing Amber and throwing her to the ground. She eyed the gun the same time Amber did, but you knew Sam was cursed; she had pushed Amber right into where the gun was.
“Not so fast, bitch,” Amber said, gun in hand. Sam moved to stand in front of Tara, and all you could do was stare at your girlfriend. “Baby,” she said, turning to look at you. “Come here.”
“Am—”
“Come here,” she repeated, voice sweet. You could see her finger, pressing harder onto the gun’s trigger. If you didn’t move fast, she was going to shoot Sam.
“Okay,” you said, raising your hands. You walked towards Amber, allowing her to grab your arm and turn you around, pushing you into her body.
“Ah. Much better,” she smiled, kissing your cheek. “Now we just have to wait for the bitch to show up. I’m guessing she’s close, right, Samantha?”
You saw Sam’s hand hold tighter on her phone. “How do you know about Sidney?”
“Oh, honey,” she laughed. “If Sidney is anything, it is predictable. I’m guessing she has already figured out whose house is this, and is coming with Gale to save the day, as always.”
“You’re sick in the head,” Tara said. Blood was still dripping from her face, and you were thankful when Sam held her; she looked like she was going to pass out.
“Haven’t you heard, Tara?” Amber asked. She was pushing you away from them and towards the stairs, her grip on your shoulders so hard you knew it would bruise. “We all go a little mad sometimes.”
“Fuck you,” Tara said. You admired her— she could barely stand still yet she was facing off a killer with a gun in hand; you, instead, did nothing as she manhandled you around the house. If only you could do something to stop her…
“Fuck me?” Amber laughed. “You little shit. I kept you alive and this is how you repay me?”
“Should’ve killed me,” Tara said. The girl looked terrifying, with a bloody mouth and eyes opened wide.
“Okay,” Amber said, aiming the gun towards Tara. You watched as her finger pulled the trigger, and didn’t think twice before slamming your body against her, pushing her into the ground. The bullet hit the ceiling instead of Tara’s forehead. “What the fuck?”
“Run!” Sam said, rushing towards your side to pull you up. With your help, she carried Tara upstairs, where you hid in one of the guest rooms.
“Holy shit,” you whispered. You were leaning against the door, breathing fast. “I can’t believe— fuck.”
“How are you?” Sam asked, always the protector.
“How am I? Look at Tara. I think she’s got a concussion.” Sam turned around to see her sister lying on the bed. She was resting on the side, and even though her nose had stopped bleeding, she still looked too out of it. “We should hide her,” you said.
“What?”
“We can’t stay here,” you said. You could hear the front door opening, and Amber screaming. What the hell was she doing? “She’s going to come looking for us. Tara can barely move. She needs to stay somewhere hidden.”
“She needs a fucking hospital,” Sam said, harshly.
“Yeah, but she can’t really get help until we stop Amber. She might kill the people in the ambulance.”
“Okay,” Sam nodded, swallowing hard as she looked at her sister. Running a hand through her hair, she looked around. Soon enough, your eyes met. “The closet,” you said at the same time.
You heard gunshots, followed by a door being slammed shut. You looked at Sam, and took a deep breath. “Take care of Tara.” You ran downstairs, closing the guest room’s door behind you. You hoped Sidney and Gale were okay, and that everything was over. Instead, someone dressed in a ghostface costume greeted you on the last step, making you almost fall.
“Hello, Y/N,” ghostface said. He was using a voice changer. “Fancy seeing you here.” Ghostface pushed at your legs, making you trip. When the person grabbed you by the waist and pushed into their chest, you knew immediately who it was.
“Amber,” you said. You felt tears in your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. Richie —holy shit, Richie was the other ghostface— was holding down Sidney. When he saw her, he threw her another piece of rope.
“Tie her up and go find Samantha,” Amber said. Without even looking at you, she tied your hands together.
“I’m fucking trying,” Richie said. The rope in his hand was being wrapped around Sidney’s hands. What the fuck were they doing?
“Jesus, you’re useless,” Amber said, taking off her mask. “I’ll fucking do it. Go find that bitch before she ruins everything.” Richie nodded, but still stayed until Sidney’s hands were tied. Only then did he leave, pushing the woman into Gale’s body. You followed shortly after, falling into the two injured girls.
“You won’t win,” Sidney said. You were momentarily surprised by her calmness, but of course, she was Sidney Prescott; she had probably gone through worse at the hands of ghostface and survived to tell the tale; this was probably a normal Tuesday night for her.
“Shut the fuck up,” Amber said, raising her gun.
“You never win,” she went on. “You think you do, then you make some mistake and it all goes to shit. I’ve seen it happen before, four times. It’s better if you just untie us and let us call the police.”
“I’m gonna win,” Amber said, moving closer to her. “I’m going to fucking win, okay?”
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Gale spoke. It petrified you how scared she sounded. Was this really the way you died? “You could be the first ghostface that doesn’t die. I could write about you.”
“And what? Call me the bitch that killed your ex-husband while I rot in prison?” Amber laughed. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You really want your girlfriend to see you die?” Gale asked. You were taken aback by her words. Of course she would go for manipulation, she was a writer after all. It surprised you when you saw Amber hesitate, lowering her gun slightly as she looked at you with dark brown eyes.
“I’m doing this for her,” she smiled then, all doubt cleared from her face.
“Ah, so that’s your motive,” Sidney said, sounding annoyed. “Love. I think that’s a new one.”
“You shut your fucking mouth,” Amber said, aiming the gun back at Sidney.
“Here she is,” Richie said in a singing voice. You heard struggles, and then he entered the kitchen, dragging Sam with him.
“Perfect,” Amber said. “What about Tara?”
“Passed out in the bed,” Richie said. Sam groaned in pain as she was pushed to the floor in front of you. “Tied her up and locked the door. Caught this one,” he kicked Sam on the stomach “trying to hide her.”
“Aw,” Amber said, in a mocking soft voice. “Aren’t you the perfect sister?” Richie laughed at her words, stepping away from Sam.
“Time for the big finale,” Richie said.
“Tara is tied up, then, right?” Amber asked. Richie nodded, a gleeful look on his face. “And Chad is gone too?”
“A bullet between the eyes,” Richie laughed gleefully.
“Good,” Amber said. The next second, she shot Richie in the head. All four of you stared in shock. Your ears ringed, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the loud gunshot or the sight in front of you. Richie fell to the ground, blood seeping out of his head and mouth. You almost threw up at the sight of his gray matter laying on the ground. “Now, the real finale,” Amber smiled, turning back to you. “Who wants to die first? Uh?”
“Me,” you said, sitting up straighter. It was about time you were the brave one.
“Oh, baby,” Amber said, chuckling softly. “No. No, you’re not going to die. You and I are going to survive, and we’re gonna be the final girls.”
“Jesus,” Gale said. “Are you out of your mind? All of this for… for what? To be the new Romeo and Juliet?”
“Romeo and Juliet die at the end, you dumb bitch,” Amber said. “No. This is about Samantha.”
“My father,” Sam said. Even though you couldn’t fully see her, the sadness was clear in her eyes. It wasn’t fair, all the guilt she would carry with her if she made it out alive.
“Yes,” Amber nodded. “Your father, your grandma… you have a pretty crazy family, Samantha. Once this is over, all we have to tell the cops is that you wanted to live up your father’s legacy. Once they took a look at your pills and therapist notes, there’ll be no questions about who’s the killer.”
“There’s always two ghostfaces,” Gale said.
“And the other one is right there,” Amber pointed at Richie’s body. “You convinced your boyfriend to kill those people as an act of love, and he did. Good thing I was there to stop you before you killed Y/N.”
Sidney laughed, looking at Amber with almost pity in her face. “And why would Y/N be Sam’s target? Just because? For this to work, it’d have to be Tara.”
“No, no,” Amber said, shaking her head. “You’re not taking everything into consideration.”
“We’ve been through this before,” Gale said. “You think you can outsmart us?”
“I’ve already done it,” Amber said. “Because I know something you don’t. Something that explains everything,” she shook her head, smiling. She looked crazed.
“Jesus,” Sidney said. “You’re even worse than Jill. Stop with the dramatics.”
“Y/N is Stu Macher’s daughter.”
“What?” Gale asked, looking at you. You felt as confused as she did.
“Amber, what the fuck are you talking about?” You asked.
“Stu is—”
“In an asylum,” Amber said. Something shifted in Sidney’s face, something that told you she already knew. “Locked up for years. I know what you’re gonna say,” she chuckled. “How could he have a daughter?” Amber kneeled down beside Sidney. “That’s what I told myself for months when I saw the papers. I thought, “but how? It’s not possible”, until I realized that it could be pretty easy to explain since Y/N’s mom is a psychologist.”
“What is with people in this town and leaving important documents just laying around?” You murmured.
“You can’t be serious,” Sidney said, interrupting you. “How…?”
“Why do you think she got fired?” Amber looked at you. “For sleeping with a patient. With Stu. C’mon, Sidney, I thought by now you were used to secret family members appearing out of nowhere.”
“So that’s it?” Gale asked. “You find some papers and you decide to start killing people?”
“No!” Amber said. You flinched at the scream. “No. Of course not. I had to check everything. This was too big to just say unless I knew for sure. So I investigated, and once I was sure, I searched for a partner online. Someone who would appreciate this plot. Someone who would know how important Stu Macher being alive truly was,” she eyed Richie, on the ground with blood slowly escaping his body.
“Plot? This isn’t a fucking movie!” Gale said.
“It will be, one day. The two daughters of the first Woodsboro massacre killers, facing off each other. Isn’t it perfect?” Amber turned to look at Sam. “Spoiler alert, you lose.”
“You’re sick in the head,” Sidney said. “You know the danger you’re putting her in? People are going to chase her like they will with Sam.”
“But Sam doesn’t have me,” Amber said. “I’m always going to be there to protect Y/N. Always.”
“Not if I kill you,” Gale said. Within a second, she was up, taking advantage of the surprise movement to throw Amber to the ground. Sidney got up next, grabbing a knife to cut the rope, and Sam, to your surprise, ran out of the kitchen and upstairs. You watched everything unfold before your eyes landed on the gun that had once again fallen.
“Stop!” You screamed, gun in hand as you pointed it at the three women. 
Amber had Gale by the hair and Sidney had the knife in her hand, raised to stab Amber in the chest.
“Baby,” Amber said, pushing Gale into Sidney’s body. “Lower the gun.”
“Y/N,” it was Sidney this time, looking at you hesitantly. As if you were going to shoot her. Were you? “Don’t listen to Amber. You can’t be sure.”
“I would never lie to her,” Amber said. She turned her face to look at you. “You know I wouldn’t. You know it, baby. I’ve told you nothing but the truth.”
Your hands shook, but you didn’t lower the gun.
“I love you,” Amber said, in that soft voice you only heard late at night, head pressed on her neck while she ran her hands through your hair. “I’ve done this for you, so you could be the new Sidney— so you wouldn’t have to live under the shadow of Samantha.”
“Am…”
“She’s lying,” Gale said. “Once this is over, the moment you do something she doesn’t like you’ll be next.”
“I’d never hurt her,” Amber said through gritted teeth, grabbing Gale by the shirt. “I’ve done nothing but take care of her.”
You knew your time was running out. Sam had probably opened the guest room upstairs already, and once she was done checking in on Tara, she would come back, more than likely with a weapon. She would be ready to kill Amber, and Sidney and Gale will help her.
Did you want them to kill her? Was it an honor reserved just for you?
Were you going to kill everyone but Amber, and save her?
You weren’t sure, not as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready for your next move. Still, you pulled the trigger and hoped to god you had made the right choice.
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imasoftieforbarb · 5 months
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hey there! you kinda have seen me already by freaking out about Floyd he’s actually is what I wanted to request!
if it’s possible, could you write a little fic on how reader could be when they (pronouns are your opinion) found out about floyd being captured? OR HEAR ME OUT PLS—
reader is Floyd‘s partner (girlfriend/boyfriend, again your opinion) BUT was captured WITH him, bc all the time I was watching the movie I imagined them being with Floyd since young and bc of cliché drama I love *cries*
again it’s your option on doing it or not !!
I LOVE THIS IDEA! Okokokokok
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You were childhood best friends- and when he joined the band? You became their manager!
You wanted to support him and you didn’t want to interrupt the whole boys only band so you went with next best thing!
After the failed show you try to keep everyone from leaving
JD tells you to move, and shoves you out the way when you try to block the door
Clay just shakes his head and leaves
Spruce lays a hand on your shoulder and whispers “look after them for me”
At first Floyd tries to leave without you- after giving Branch his vest, he asks you to look after him
You nodded- but the minute he was out of sight you started crying
“What are you waiting for girl? Go get him!”
Grandma tells you she’ll be fine looking after branch on her own so you run off after Floyd
“FLOYD! FLOYD WAIT!” You shouted, seeing his figure turn around, his eyes widening when he saw you running towards him.
“Y/n? What are you doing? I thought you were gonna look after Branch”- he started to say before he saw your tears
“Im not gonna watch the boy I have loves since who knows when walk out the door without him knowing how I feel” you panted taking his hand in yours and meeting his eyes shyly “we could be so good together, we can make this last forever!”
Floyd blinked a few times before laughing slightly “wow! I never thought that you’d like me- I mean I’m not the heart throb or the fun one”
You interrupted “I don’t like them! I like you! A lot”
“I like you a lot too-you sure you wanna come with me?”
You nodded and he grinned, intertwining your fingers and starting to walk away from the pod together, hand in hand as you talked about the future
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Ok now- I’m gonna mix ideas here
Let’s say when he got captured you were still with him but not present at the time
So when you got back to the pod you and your long term boyfriend had made to see it wrecked with big foot prints leading away from it
You immediately assumed he’d been eaten by a Burgan
Absolutely heartbroken you fixed the pod back up on your own and fell into a grieving depression
Everywhere you looked you saw memories of him
And then far into the future one day- you get a letter
Supposedly from your dead boyfriend!
You- despite thinking that he was dead- were desperate to see him again, and if that lead to your death then so be it!
You got in your catterbug van called Chloe and head straight for the ‘mount rageous’ that the letter had specified
Once you got to the place this “Velvet and Veneer” we’re singing at you snuck in and noticed the dressing room door open a smidge
You peaked in slightly and felt your eyes water
There he was- Floyd was alive! You couldn’t believe it- you took a few steps back to grasp what you were seeing before a bumping into something.
You looked up and Veneer looked down at you before snatching you up and laughing slightly
“Wow! Another troll? I wonder which one you are? Either way- more talent for us I suppose!” Veneer muttered before entering the dressing room
Floyd looked up from his crossed legs as one of his captors Veneer walked into the room with something in his hand
He had been thinking of you- he always thought about you- between the torture of having his talent drained he dreamed of being back in your shared pod- in your arms
He startled from his thoughts as another diamond perfume bottle was slammed down onto the counter next to him, and felt his heart drop and eyes water when he noticed who was in it
Floyd waited for veneer to leave the room- probably to go get velvet to tell her the good news of having another troll to drain before standing up and pressing his hands to the wall of his prison
“Y-Y/n? Is- is that you?”
You nodded, already crying your eyes out just from looking at him
“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have come- they’re gonna drain you-“
He stopped when he noticed your tears streaming down your face and had a déjà-vu moment of when you first told him you liked him
“I thought you were dead”
You whispered, dropping to your knees-
“There’s no way I would pass up a way to see you- I love you!” You pressed your hands against the diamond as well and he felt his eyes well with tears
“I love you too-“
Velvet came storming into the room and cackled when she saw your face fill with fear
“Oh- you are gonna be mine!” She said grasping the bottle and starting to walk back out
“NO!” Floyd shouted “not her, drain me first-“
Velvet sneered slightly
“Seeing as you’ve said that- no, I’m gonna drain her, veneer can have you. I want a newer talent”
She left the dressing room and the door slammed shut on Floyd- his tears finally falling
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AAAAAA- should I do a part 2 taking place during the family harmony at the end of the movie? Let me know what you think!
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ateezscupid · 11 months
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can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):
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hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.
and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!
anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!
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﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
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𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧
plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.
warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation
w/c - n/a
𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan
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you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.
you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.
if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.
“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.
it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.
while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.
he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.
“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”
no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.
“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”
“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.
“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”
“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.
“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”
“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”
“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”
“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.
“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“
“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”
you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.
“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.
“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”
he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.
“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”
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rvfecamerons · 5 months
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》 BURN — topper thornton x reader
word count — 2.8k
warnings — MDNI; dark!topper, kook!reader, mentions of violence/fighting, abusive behavior from topper to reader, rafe’s mentioned so that’s a warning in itself lmao, degradation kinda, swearing, lmk if i’m missing something bc i can’t think!
summary — topper scares you after almost drowning john b. at the beach. you ignore him after that night, until rafe convinces him to pay you a visit. and this time, topper’s ready to prove he’s not just some pushover…
a/n — THIS IS BAD OK LIKE I HATE IT BUT I HAD TO PUT IT OUT THERE. keep in mind i’ve never written for topper or anyone besides rafe soo pls lmk what u think/if u wanna see more 😭 thanks to whoever requested this tho <3 hopefully i didn’t butcher the idea too badly aldufjeodidndn also ignore the pics and the title ok i didn’t know what to do THX
Days had passed since your last interaction with your boyfriend.
Topper was always known to be the level-headed, well-mannered one compared to his Kook counterparts. He feigned a moral compass, unlike Rafe and Kelce.
So his actions at the bonfire last week…scared you, to say the least.
Until you saw your boyfriend holding John B’s head under the water, teeth clenched, veins protruding from his arms and forehead, you couldn’t recall a time you’d actually been scared of your boyfriend.
The same hands that would gently caress your face, same arms that wrapped around you at night, had tried to drown someone.
The same person who’d always made you feel so secure, so safe…suddenly turned into something he would want to protect you from, right in front of your eyes.
“Topper!” Your use of his full name should’ve been enough to pull your boyfriend from the heinous act he was committing. And normally, it would’ve been. But Rafe had gotten in his ear, convinced him that the pogue boy was a problem, and that Rafe’s life wouldn’t be the only one made easier by the absence of John B.
“Topper, stop it!” Your voice cracked as you kept a reasonable distance from the brawl, watching as the two boys took turns driving their fists into each other relentlessly.
“John B.!” Sarah’s voice rang out through the chaos, too. Both of you crying for your boyfriends, knowing there was nothing either of you could do to safely interfere.
The other boys could though, they just chose not to. JJ was too busy egging on his friend, punching the air and jumping around as he encouraged John B. to, “Get his ass! Fuckin’ stomp his kook head in, John B.!”
You’d never seen your boyfriend so violent. Never seen his eyes so dark, void of almost any hue at all as he glared down at the boy who’s neck he was wringing.
It was like a switch had flipped, one you’d only ever known Rafe Cameron to have.
Which, he and Kelce were no better. The kook pair stood by idly, Rafe sporting a look that non-verbally told just how badly he wanted to jump in and help his friend finish the job. “Don’t be a fucking pussy, Top! Man up!” The Cameron boy never offered good advice.
The scene was a mess. A variety of cries and screams fought against the roar of the ocean waves.
Topper eventually stole the upper hand.
When your boyfriend flipped over, claiming a spot on top of John B., you truly thought his next move would be to hoist himself to his feet and leave it at that. He’d already won, if you could even crown a winner in a losing situation like this one. The amount of blood coating John B.’s face and hair made his defeat obvious.
But the crimson liquid was washed away when Topper suddenly fisted a handful of the blonde’s waves and shoved his face under the surface.
You didn’t miss the way the blue water turned a light pink.
And neither did anyone else. Once the collective realization that John B. was no longer fighting back took over, respective friends rushed to the boys’ aid.
You’d stayed at the scene until you could confirm the pogue boy’s safety. Once you saw Kelce claimed Topper and JJ and Pope claimed their friend, you fled from the beach. You stormed right past Topper’s Jeep, returning to your home at Figure 8 on foot.
Topper drove circles around the island, face bloodied from what few hits his opponent did manage, cursing the air at every empty corner.
He’d hoped he’d find you somewhere along the way to your house.
And you did see his familiar olive green Jeep at one point on your journey. Topper just didn’t round the corner fast enough to catch you fling yourself backwards, darting further back from the road.
You were glad he flew past the tree you flung yourself behind. You would’ve done just about anything to avoid him at that moment.
After all, how were you supposed to know what was waiting for you? Who was waiting for you? Clearly, you didn’t even know who you’d been dating for the past few months.
It was one thing to throw a punch or two. The paths of kooks and pogues were bound to cross, and fights were virtually inevitable.
A bruised lip or broken jaw would send someone to the hospital, at best.
But water infiltrating all airways and, filling both lungs… would kill someone.
How could Topper do that? How could your boyfriend do that?
Then your mind jumped to a more morbid thought… what would happen if you made him that mad, too?
You thought about every time you’d so much as struck a nerve of his before.
What if next time, Topper decided not to let the situation simmer?
What if he reacted violently towards you, too?
You didn’t want to find out.
Thinking of being alone with your boyfriend usually made you happy, excited. You looked forward to time together, away from friends and family, just the two of you basking in each other’s company.
But the thought only brought you dread now. You couldn’t face him, not tonight. Not tomorrow.
In fact, when you finally made it home, just you and your thoughts confinded to your bedroom, you weren’t sure when you’d will yourself to see him again.
You could only be sure that it was in your best interest to ignore the calls and texts, pleads from Topper to meet him somewhere, to hear him out.
You’d soon come to regret that decision.
Everything came to a head one particular night. You’d retired to your bedroom, just a small bedside lamp left on to illuminate the pages of the latest book you were enjoying. The stopping point you’d marked was only a page away when a sudden rustling redirected your attention, and your eyes to the window.
You rolled over in your bed and sat up, discarding the novel on the table and facing the window. The sounds grew louder as you rose to your feet.
Slowly, you crept closer. A shaky hand reached out to draw back the curtain…
You gasped when your eyes fell upon the one person you’d been avoiding.
Topper looked stiff, eyes wide as he quickly backed away from the window he was clearly trying to open.
“Top? What are you doing here?”
Topper had never just shown up at your house unannounced before. Let alone in the middle of the night, hanging outside of your bedroom window. Then again, he’d never gone more than an hour without talking to you, more than a day without seeing you before.
“I-I wanted to see you. I needed to talk to you.” He clarified.
“Why are you…at my window?”
His mouth was open, but nothing came out.
Truthfully, Topper was sure some other guy was keeping you company, and he’d planned on sneaking in your room to catch you in the act. “Didn’t wanna wake your parents.” He lied.
There was a moment of silence, eyes meeting and locking until he broke it off, shifting his weight between his feet. Why did he seem nervous?
“I…” You mouth felt dry. You felt uneasy, memories from the past week flooding back. “I don’t think I want you here right now, Topper.” Why did you feel nervous?
He didn’t like your use of his full name. There was a new look on his face now, something you could only equate to…hurt. Hurt, mixed with a growing anger at his girlfriend’s voiced desire to be rid of him.
“You… don’t want me here?” He repeated. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Oh,” His eyes peered past you, scanning over what he could make out of your dimly lit room. “You got somebody in there?”
You knew the house was empty, yet you still found yourself following Topper’s gaze. “No, Topper. I just…” What could you say? “I just wanna be alone right now.” He tilted his head quizzically, pausing to think for a moment.
“You’ve been ignoring me.” He held his phone up, referencing the countless calls and texts he’d been sending. “So, are you fucking somebody else, or what’s going on?” Something about this new tone told you he wouldn’t be leaving so easily. He looked like he wanted to jump through your window already.
“Topper, I just-“
“No, why don’t you wanna see me? Why? Because I stood up for you? Because I didn’t let that piece of shit pogue make a move on you?” His chest puffed out now, the kook naturally trying to take up more space, hoping to come off as intimidating without even really realizing what he was doing.
Rafe’s voice ran rampant in the boy’s mind. ‘You go there, you show up and you give her a reason to get over this little bitch fit she’s been throwing.’ He’d suggested, tired of his friend’s constant complaining and sulking at the absence of his girlfriend.
“No,” Topper decided. He wasn’t going to be a pushover anymore. “No. No, we need to talk right now.” You didn’t like his tone, but the way his voice was raising had your concern shifting to your parents being alerted instead of what might happen if you gave into his request.
You sighed in defeat as you held up a finger, nonverbally asking him to give you a second.
Topper worried you weren’t coming back, almost deciding to try your window again until he heard the sound of your front door opening.
He was already rounding the porch, clearing the distance between the two of you when you poked your head out.
The first thing he did when he made it up the steps was try to embrace you, but you were quick to step back, just out of reach.
The action had Topper’s face falling. He tried again, and you retreated more.
“What?” A look of confusion crossed his features. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”
You nervously cleared your throat. “Topper, I… I need you to know that you…” You swallowed hard. “You scared me, the last time I saw you…“
He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. You took it as a prompt to further explain, to clear up the confusion he felt.
“I don’t wanna feel that way around you.”
“I scared you?” He asked, as if it was the most outlandish thing in the world.
You didn’t miss the way his muscles flexed as he balled his hands into fists. The Thorton boy dug his nails into his palms, working on an outlet for the anger that was now brewing. You ignored him for a week, just to tell him you were scared of him?
“Y/N/N, come on. You know I didn’t-“ He extended an arm towards you again, almost grabbing your wrist, but you backed away again.
“I’m serious, Topper. I don’t ever want you to do something like that again.”
“I was sticking up for you!”
“I was yelling at you to stop! You tried to drown him, Top-“
“And I’d do it again!” Topper couldn’t help but cut you off, jumping from speaking, to yelling.
“I’d do it again to protect you,” He repeated, calmer this time. It took you a few moments to start shaking your head.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, a deep set frown on your face as you stared in disbelief.
Throughout the entirety of your 6 months together, Topper had never even raised his voice at you, unless it was during a round of golf that he took a little too seriously.
Topper didn’t miss the way the distance between you and the door slowly lessened.
“Don’t-“ His expression was unreadable. He looked like he wanted to reach for you again. “Do not go back in that house, Y/N.” Your hand was already gripping the door frame.
“Top… you’re scaring me again. I…” You straightened your posture. “I want you to leave. Please,”
Topper did the opposite. Without warning, his chest was suddenly pressed to yours, hands gripping your upper arms gently as he stepped over the threshold, backing you into the house.
“Topper! What are you-“
“Shh, shh,” Your boyfriend shushed you as he made it in the living room. “Just listen to me.” This assertiveness was a new trait for him, and it made you feel uneasy.
“You’re my girlfriend, okay? If I feel like someone is a threat to you, of course I’m gonna step in and-“
“He wasn’t a threat, Topper! He didn’t even do anything to me!”
“See!” Topper relased his hold on you to slam his palm down on a nearby table. “That’s it! Right there! That’s the shit Rafe was talking about,”
“Rafe?” You asked, unsure if your ears were failing you or not. “What does Rafe have to do with this?”
Topper knew he’d said too much, so he ignored you. “You’re my girlfriend. You shouldn’t be sticking up for those…those fucking filthy pogues!”
You shook your head at him. “You’re being crazy right now, Top…” You hoped maybe the nickname would bring his temper back down.
All he did was laugh, a sarcastic chuckle as he dropped his gaze to his feet, shaking his head now, too. “I’m crazy…” he repeated.
“I’m crazy?” His gaze shot back to you now. “You wanna be a fucking pogue lover, but I’m the crazy one?!”
“Top, you need to leave, now.” You tried again. You didn’t like the way your boyfriend’s features were morphing into ones similar to what you’d seen that night at the bonfire.
Topper didn’t know what came over him. All of the animosity he felt towards you at the radio silence you gave him for weeks had boiled to the top. Any normal girl would’ve been thankful to have a boyfriend who was willing to jump into any situation to defend her honor. You acting like you were scared of him for sticking up for you? Calling him crazy for something he and his friends saw with their own eyes? That’s was it for him.
The kook reared back, palm angled in towards his face before the back of his hand drove forward and struck you across yours.
You didn’t know what happened at first. All you knew was your ears were suddenly ringing, head pounding, hair in disarray across your face.
Your head was whipped to the side, and it wasn’t until you raised a hand to cup your cheek that all of the blood rushed to it, leaving you with a painful sensation that you weren’t sure burned or stung more.
You couldn’t tell how much time passed as you stood frozen. Eventually, you found the courage to turn back to Topper, who looked just as shocked as you were.
His jaw hung open, brows drew up in concern as he weighed what to do next.
“Y/N, come here-“ He was afraid to try to comfort you. And rightfully so, as you wasted no time frantically swatting at his hand. “Get away from me!” You screamed, scrambling away from him and further into the house.
“I-I didn’t mean to do that, Y/N/N. I-you know I would never hurt you,”
You didn’t know that, clearly. The hand that wasn’t consoling your cheek referenced the front door. “Go, Topper!” Your voice cracked, tears beginning to flow as the realization of what just happened started to sink in.
Your boyfriend tried to drown someone. He tried to kill them. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak with or see him, too sure that you would be met with that version of Topper, the one you didn’t even know existed.
You told him he scared you, asked him to leave after he tried to sneak in your window, and he…he slapped you. He dismissed your fears, and back-handed you across your face.
You wanted to sob. You wanted to scream, run away and collapse to the floor, all at once. But you to will your scrambled brain to focus on getting him out of the house first.
“Why are you still standing there, Topper?! Get out!” This time, you gritted your teeth and used both hands to push him back.
He stumbled over his feet, just short of tumbling backwards over the threshold if it wasn’t for his quick grip on the frame.
You didn’t give him a chance to redeem himself before you slammed the door in his face, barely missing his fingers before he yanked them back.
Only seconds later, you turned and leaned against the door, sliding slowly to the floor as the sobs you’d been witholding, finally surfaced.
And Topper could hear. He stood, slumped against the door with his forehead leaning against the wood. Your cried and sniffles filled his ears, and the realization of what he’d done filled his mind.
Neither of you could will yourself to move, back to the safety of your room or his car. The two of you simply sunk to the floor, and eventually, the tears started to fall for Topper too.
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bigfatbimbo · 25 days
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this isn’t a request and idk how to cohesively write out my thoughts so this might be a bit hard to understand so I’ll apologize in advance.
I love vox so much because the way he acts and his personality are kinda polar opposite. he tries to come across as confident and in charge, but it would be so easy to flip that around and turn him into a submissive mess. plus, he already had very low self esteem so all the confidence gets thrown out the window. and now to the idea I’m trying to get across.
vox definitely has a thing for degration, even though it’s something he tries to hide. while fucking him you’re saying things to him. calling him a little pathetic slut, telling him that he’s gross and pervy, stuff like that. once you finish and you lie down next to each other, he’ll awkwardly sit up and turn over to you and be like “haha, you were great… but just making sure. you don’t *actually* think I’m that pathetic right? I mean, you say stuff but I’m sure it just comes out in the heat of the moment…” while trying his best to seem unbothered.
idk if this makes any sense bc I’m not a writer but vox is plaguing my mind rn and I needed to ramble 🙏
STOP BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE TO REASSURE HIM TO HARD AFTER. After all the euphoria wears off he’s just left with the memories of the mean words and it kinda gets to him a little bit.
Because like, let’s be real, by people he respects, he’s not taken very seriously. So the idea that even you think so lowly of him makes him genuinely so sad.
He’d act very dismissive when he asks about it like it doesn’t even matter, like what you said about “Oh haha you don’t really think i’m a freak and pathetic, do you?”
And so you’d have to taken him in your arms and very gently hold him and tell him how he’s not pathetic, and how much you admire him.
Rub his back and plant little kisses all over his screen, praising him more with ever specific thing you like about him.
Like at one point, it’s not even about how pathetic he is, you’re just praising him and making him feel appreciated while peppering him in kisses and love.
Talk about how much you adore ‘his smile,’ ‘his laugh,’ ‘the way he uses his hands when he talks,’ ‘how smart he is,’ things like that.
He’s glitching out and buffering, hiding his screen in his hands and burying his face in your chest. He’s literally kicking his feet because he’s so embarrassed but also so flustered.
And he really needs the reassurance too. So don’t be surprised when you feel his screen get really hot on your chest, while you rub his back and tel him he has nothing to worry about because you don’t think badly of him at all.
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