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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 1 year

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Kidnapped (Mob Tom Holland X reader ) Part - 2

Warnings :use of curse words, guns,kife,mentions of blood ,angst

A/n : Hope you like this there will be another part soon :))

Tom’s POV:

All I could see was red. I swore to Y/N I was going to protect her. But I couldn’t.

“ Cmon Tom just give over your Mob and we will go our separate ways” Jameson said.

“I’m not giving you anything”. Tom seethed with anger.” Leave Y/N alone and we will talk about this”.

“Huh that’s not gonna happen. Maybe some more beating will get it out of you. Cmon boys I am liking the scene.” Jameson ordered his men.

The 2 huge buff dudes started beating me up again . The redhead was punching me while the other one was kicking me in the ribs.It hurt and it hurt like hell but I didn’t care I had to get Y/N out of here safe and unharmed.

“Stop hurting HIM !!!” Your voice broke Toms thought.”Ple-ease please!!” Your broken voice made his heart clench.

He couldn’t bear to look at you. But when he did he regretted not being alert that evening. You had red eyes filled with fear and sadness, your cheeks drenched wet , your lips wobbled while you kept on sniffling.He looked at your eyes and this time they met yours.Tom loved to gaze in your eyes but right now he couldn’t and looked away.

“No- stop pls-ase” He heard you cry. He looked up and saw that one other guy with a beard and a mischievous snarl was tugging at the sleeves of your dress and his other hand was on your thigh dangerously close to your upper thighs that only Tom was allowed to touch hell Tom was the only one who could touch you.

“STOP !!! DONT YOU DARE TOUCH HER !!! I swear I will kill all of you” Tom said with his jaw clenched. He pulled against his restraints. His hair was ruffled up , the two tops buttons of his shirt had been opened , he was drenched in sweat , blood was trickling from his lips to his chin and he had a hundred bruises on his chest face everywhere.

Jameson looked at the mob boss all broken up and dead inside for the love of his life . Something shined in his peripheral view. He looked at it and saw it was a ring on your finger.

“Huh when did Mr Holland get engaged? Never told me she is going to be Mrs Holland. But I won’t let you . She’s too pretty to be your wife . I think she’d look good on my arm all dolled up.” Jameson snarled and took your ring off. He inspected it “je t'aime jolie fille huh that’s cute but too bad she’s not gonna be yours anymore”.

Tom shifted his tied hands around his belt holster. Bingo. He found his pocket knife. How did he forget this? You always kept a pocket knife in his pants . Tom always used to tease you for being so protective as if he wasn’t but he always kept it.

“ Leave him boys and shut her up . See you in five minutes lovers” before turning Jameson crouched to toms height and leaned in his ear “ if you don’t stop fighting now your mob as well as your girl will ne mine.”

As soon as Tom couldn’t hear their footsteps he said “ love can you stall them for a few more minutes nod or shake your head.” Tom pleaded.

you nodded your head “ Ok thank you . I promise I am gonna get us out of here.” Tom swore

After a few more minutes of Tom reassuring you and you feeling confident , you were ready.

Y/N’s POV :

I was scared but confident . Before dating Tom I used to go to martial arts classes and was a professional. But I had been too scared and concerned for Tom this whole time and was scared to fight them . But after Tom reassuring me that he was okay and this happened to him a lot in his line of work you wanted to kick their asses.

Soon you heard their footsteps nearing the door.

“ We are back “ Jameson singsonged with his side kicks one had a knife in his hand and the other had a gun.

Oliver think that’s his name went to me with the knife in his hand. He stood in front of me. Wrong move . I flipped my hair and hit him in the face. That confused him for a sec. I tried to stand up and fell back with force so that the chair could break. I took one of its snap broken shards and started cutting my rope. Till then the other guy came to attack me . I kicked his face and tried to aim my heel in eye. Oliver held my other leg and I kicked the guy in the nose. Eh , it worked, he bleeded.

Having been the leader dancer in ballet I had a pretty good balance. I twirled around and tried to get Oliver off me. I hit his face with my elbow. By then the ropes broke off and my hands were free. I punched Oliver in the face and kicked him in the stomach. The other guy slashed my shoulder with his knife. Gah it hurt oh shit shit shit how was Tom not crying right now.

my main goal was to either get the gun or the knife.

Fighting in heels and a bodycon dress was difficult but you had to do it. You took hold of a piece of wood and hit Oliver in the head and turned around to do the same to the other guy ( let’s call him jake he looks like a jake ) but I guess jake had other plans . He held my wrist twisted me around and pinned me to his chest. With his knife pressed to my neck ( I don’t remember when he got the knife probably when me and Oliver were fighting ).

I felt his breath on my neck and could smell the cigars and alcohol from his mouth. It made me almost vomit.

“Now where are you going to go baby girl” he snarled and tore the tap off, my mouth for me to response which I did by biting his hand .He screamed in pain and dropped my knife which I caught . Classic move Y/N classic move.

I turned and slashed the knife across his head. ‘Jake’ fell to the floor with blood pooling around his head joining Oliver.

I turned around and saw Jackson holding Tom with his gun pressed to tom’s temple.

Oh shoot.

Continue…..

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ladysunamireads · 2 years

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Knife in My Skin, Weights in My Heart

knife in my skin, weights in my heart by sillyslime

Hunter just wanted out of Belos' mindscape. He was not expecting the wound in his chest and the tears that followed the truths that had been buried rising to the surface.

(Or: the end of Hollow Mind goes a little differently, and a stab feels more familiar than it should.)

Words: 1511, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard, Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Luz Noceda, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman, Caleb, Eda Clawthorne, Previous Golden Guards, King, Hooty

Additional Tags: hooty king the previous golden guards and caleb are all mentioned, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, like ever so slightly, only real difference is that:, hunter gets stabbed and goes to the owl house for a bit, aka this is called im absolutely obsessed with hollow mind, its a very good episode so i wanted to write smt on it, Canon-Typical Violence, except not for the Blood, Non-Graphic Violence, Abusive Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, hes a bitch n i hate him, Hunter | The Golden Guard Needs Therapy, Grimwalker Hunter | The Golden Guard, Luz Noceda Needs Therapy, eda is a good mom figure, Angst, Heavy Angst, Stabbing, Spoilers for Episode: s02e16 Hollow Mind, doesnt rlly end happily but not extremely sadly either, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Crying, hunter represses his tears but cmon this dude like, you cannot tell me he didnt cry after this episode, thats Too much shit to repress at that moment, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman is an Emotional Support Animal, Luz Noceda is a Good Friend, Attempted Murder, small depiction of a wound, derealization for a moment there, Suicidal Thoughts, just for a moment hunter is thinking very hard :(, no beta we die like Hunter's mental stability, Panic Attacks

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39865536

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Eda & Luz #♠#Eda Clawthorne #Luz Noceda #Hunter #Philip Wittebane #OwlHouse #✨#R:T #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Angst #A:Sillyslime

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fivesandknives · 3 years

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There has to be some other cons to his teleportation right?? Like i know there's dehydration, low blood sugar n the obvious faitgue but cmon! Nosebleeds??? Narcolepsy??? Seizures if he does something hard (stopping time, reversing time)

#CMON DUDE I JUST WANT MORE ANGST #I WANNA HURT THIS OLD MAN THEN HELP HIM #I AM HIS SAVIORS AS I AM HIS DEMISE #five hargreeves #MY LITTLE COCKROACH BOYYY #tua #the umbrella academy #number five #the boy

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hopeandvolleyball · 3 years

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insecure boys pt.1

genre: angst if you squint, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: food, weight insecurities in osamus

w/ osamu, atsumu

osamu miya

osamu had gotten home from work a little more than an hour ago, and he figured he’d been spending that entire time looking at the mirror, pinching the newfound softness piling onto his tummy. he’s been squeezing and kneading the flesh for so long it was turning red. lips twisted to the side, osamu sighed. when did he gain this much weight? how did he let this happen? osamu could barely look at himself in the mirror without feeling ugly and ashamed. mumbling under his breath he pulled a looser hoodie over his head, grateful it wasn’t starting to become tight around his middle.

you called his name from the kitchen, an indicator dinner was ready. in all honesty he didn’t feel like going out there, the idea of eating making him nauseous. but he still entered the living room, unable to fully wipe the crestfallen look off his face. even seeing your bubbly frame and pretty smile in the kitchen couldn’t fully heal him from his insecure thoughts clouding his mind. setting the utensils down, you ran up to hug osamu, arms around his waist. he surpressed the urge to push your arms down, not wanting you to feel his plush stomach. your eyes looked at him with pure adoration, sparkles and hearts swimming in your irises. osamu placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“dinner will be ready in a few minutes, just gotta plate it and stuff,” you informed him, sounding so giddy. “might not look as pretty as when you make it but-”

“’bout that. ‘m not really hungry, darlin. ate a bit too much while at the shop today,” he lied not smoothly. he felt the familiar nausea creep back up his throat. he felt even worse at the frown tugging at the sides of your lips.

“you’re a bad liar, samu,” you commented, hands on your hips. “what’s wrong love? talk to me, please?” you pleaded. osamu knew he couldn’t keep it in anymore, not from you. it wasn’t fair. his stoic expression began to soften and quiver.

“when did i let myself go?” osamu asked, his voice starting to break. your brows furrowed and lips curled into a pout. you pulled him close to you, slipping your fingers through his dark brown locks as he held on to you with all the force he had.

“what on earth are you talking about, samu?” you inquired as he squeezed you tighter.

“’m fat, darlin,” he whimpered. “i hate lookin’ at myself in the mirror and i don’t know why yer still with me.” that broke your heart, you heart it shatter into a hundred pieces as he spoke. you opened your mouth to speak but he continued. you decided it best to let him rant. “every day ya see ‘tsumu and i can’t help but thinkin’ ye’d want a guy like that. i used to be that and i’m so disappointed-”

“lovebug you own a restaurant,” you determined with a flat expression. osamu blinked, the tears forming in the corners of his eyes disappearing.

“yeah. i know that. what does-”

“so its natural for you to gain weight if your working with food consistently,” you cut him off again. “do you think i expected a good chef to be completely cut? no i didn’t. besides, you wear the weight well.” osamu blinked.

“ye noticed?” he tilted his head to the side.

“of course i did. i never said anything because i didn’t care. you look just as good, if not better, because the added weight means i’m taking care of you. that i’m treating you well.” you leaned up to kiss his temple. “if you want to lose the weight fine, samu. but i’m upset you’d do it by not eating. i want you to be safe and healthy, okay?” your hand caressed his cheek, drenched with newly found tears. “oh samu, i’m sorry-”

“yer fine darlin,” he sniffled, smiling brightly for the first time that day. “thank ya. i love ya more than i could ever tell ya.”

“i love you too osamu,” you kissed his lips sweetly. “now come on you need to eat.” dinner went by just fine, your eyes on him the entire time to be sure he ate his fill, watching him smile and hum after each bite. you loved osamu so much and you wanted to make sure he knew that. after dinner you relocated to the couch, his head finding its sweet spot on your lap. your hand smoothed over his abdomen, rubbing it affectionately. he hummed again.

“‘m gonna fall asleep if ya keep doin that,” osamu mumbled against the fabric of your pants. you giggled.

“do it. you’ve had a long day, samu. get some sleep lovebug. i love you so much,” you gave his sides a pat. osamu hummed again, mumbling affections under his breath as he doze off into a gentle slumber.

atsumu miya

you waited in the living room of your shared apartment for atsumu to return home from practice. scrolling through your phone with boredom etched into your features until the front door creaked open. with bright eyes your head tilted up to see atsumu in the doorway, kicking off his shoes with a sigh. not an extra loud one like usual, which didn’t instantly tip you off. still, your lips pulled in the brightest grin possible.

“welcome back tsumu! i missed you,” you beamed with a giggle. but all you were met with was a dismissive hum from atsumu. frowning you watched him set his volleyball bag on the table and head out to shower. okay. guess he was having a bad day today. nothing atsumu miya’s loving girlfriend couldn’t fix! pulling out your phone you ordered his favorite from his favorite takeout restaurant, waiting for him to finish showering. your knee bounced in impatience, but that all changed once atsumu emerged from his shower, drying his hair with no shirt and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “hey! i ordered your favorite, i figured you could use it. you look like you’ve had a rough day.” you smiled softly. all atsumu did was nod.

“thanks,” was his curt reply. now you were a mix of hurt and confused and upset. what did you do? why was he being so distant? was it because you forgot to text him the picture of the dog you saw during your break? or the fact that you forgot to cook the asparagus he wanted before it went bad? what was wrong with your boyfriend. he went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. pouting you followed behind him, poking his side enough to annoy him enough to look over at you.

“okay atsumu miya. what’s wrong with you?” you demanded, arms crossing under your chest, cheeks puffed up. “usually you walk into this apartment and talk my ear off about anything and everything that happened at practice and today i’m met with absolute radio silence? what’s with that?” atsumu’s brow quivered and he turned to you with dark eyes.

“sorry that ‘m annoyin and wanna fix my behavior so ya don’t fuckin’ leave me,” atsumu spat, returning to his water glass. your expression fell and you felt your heart sink.

“what?” was your broken reply. and of course atsumu didn’t respond. “tsumu talk to me please, what’s gotten into you?”

“omi called me annoyin’ today, which ain’t unusual, but he said if i didn’t get my act together ye’d leave me,” atsumu shifted awkwardly, staring at his reflection in the water. you frowned and placed your hands gently on atsumu’s hips, staring up at him.

“honey, no, i’d never leave you,” you cooed. “yeah you’re loud and obnoxious-”

“not helpin’ y/n.”

“but that’s part of your charm. you always manage to have something to say and i’m always here to listen. you never make things boring. and i love that about you. i love hearing how excited you get when you talk about your day, or the frustrated lilt in your tone when you complain about people not hitting your sets.”

“because my sets are perfect!” he spoke up, voice louder than it had been all day and had an offended squeak at the end of it.

“there’s my tsumu,” you sighed sweetly. “there’s my sweet baby. kiyoomi’s full of it. i’d never leave you for something as trivial about how much you talk. now cmon. how about we have dinner and you can tell me about your day, hm?” atsumu’s eyes were bright and he nodded like a sweet golden retriever.

“and then bo-kun kept missing my sets. my sets! then he got all mopey and pouty ‘bout it and i was like dude get a grip,” atsumu rolled his eyes around a mouth full of food, causing you to giggle. “he got his shit together eventually but damn it was so annoying. and don’t get me started on omi omi...” sighing sweetly you couldn’t help but stare at your over excitable boyfriend. listening to him ramble about his day was the best part about him coming home.

#osamu #osamu x reader #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw

wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs

warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags

people that might like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @thatdumbbitchxx @pansydaisy@vogueweasley @slytherinsunrise @thehufflepuffwife @theweasleyslut dm me to be on the twins taglist or for requests for blurbs/ships/one shots :)

fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god

i swear-

he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration

and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip

oh my GOD please I’m in love with him

Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…

he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall

god what house was she he thought?

oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?

she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself

“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.

“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”

“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.

“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do

FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH

i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self

he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~

anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then

then, fellas and foals-

he sees you

sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch

reading a book and writing in your notebook

and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored

i mean, Jesus Christ, it’s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just

just being there

“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.

“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”

“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed

“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”

You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”

“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”

You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”

and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants

He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”

that, my dear, was the truth at its finest

for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy

his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him

HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.

be quiet. be at peace

“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”

“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”

it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting

constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do

after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently

and he sees you get up and leave the hall

this prompts him to get up and run after you

“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…

from that moment, you two are inseparable

we are talking handsy too

oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell

freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years

“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.

you and fred have so much sex

empty classrooms

in his dorm

in your dorm

in the locker rooms

in the library

“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm

fred marks you up constantly too

wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels

anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do

and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck

he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before

george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa

by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)

but basically

during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:

“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book.

fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick

he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating

basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him

“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?”

oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew

he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed

He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”

fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again

he gets insecure

in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred

fred is afraid you’ll find someone better

someone more stable and less quick tempered

you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex

but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake

he’s never abusive or malicious

he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes

ON TO THE BURROW!!!!

molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering

“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you

you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around

he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry

his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around

he is, so so in love with you

and yes he can be brash

and yes he can be insecure

and yes he can be impulsive

but yes he would do anything for you

but yes he sees you like no one else can

but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there

fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #Fred weasley imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

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vinnieswife · 3 years

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hey hey, could you write a fic where the reader and vinnie have been together for a while and she has very bad depression and wants to end her life but when she tries to call vinnie he doesn’t answer because he is with nai (they doing a prank on y/n) but he goes home and helps her? i completely understand if you don’t wanna write this! thank you :))

This is actually out of my comfort zone because I don’t know how to write angst, but I’m going to try it!

End everything

Vinnie Hacker x reader

Words: 928

Warnings: mentions of sulcid3, depression,angs.

You have been diagnosed with depression last year, and you started dating Vinnie nine months ago, he actually help a lot, talking with you, taking you outside, pushing you on doing activities out of your comfort zone, and by just being here with you.

A couple of weeks ago Vinnie go to Larrays house yo film a new YouTube video, so you stayed at home, being without Vinnie was hard, you been a lot more sad when he wasn’t around, this week has been hard, the school tasks have been stressing you out, you started to overthink, why was Vinnie with you? Why were your friends with you? You weren’t enough for them, and the worst part is that you know it.

Now you where laying on your bed, tears running down your cheeks,your mind driving you crazy, it was to much information to process, your heart go at a fast pace, giving your chest deep hits. You run to the bathroom, and stare at your reflection in the mirror, your hair is a mess, you eyes red and puffy for crying all night, your cheeks tinted red from the heat in the room and your lips are broken and dry. You just wanted to cry more, your eyes wonder through the bathroom, looking for something, until you find it, a little bottle of pills for your depression, the orange color catches your attention and your mind starts to think, what if a do it? It would help the others right? They will be better without you, But Vinnie always wanted to teach you how to skate, and your mom always tell you how much she loves you, your dad always send you a good morning text, and... and your dog would feel broken because you aren’t here.

Your hand start shaking and the tears run down your cheeks, your eyes hurt from crying but you can’t stop. You run to the room again, searching for your phone, when you find it you quickly go to your pin contact, then the familiar pic of Vinnie appears in the screen.

Vinnie and Nailea have been filming a new YouTube video for both of their Chanel, it was a prank, “ignoring our partners for 24 hours” when the end filming Vinnie go outside of the house to breath a little, then his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, when he grabs it and a pic of you smiling appears on the screen he smiles, remembering how happy you look the day he took that pic, he really wanted to pick it up,but then the camera man grabs his shoulder.

“You can’t pick it up, the video consist in ignore her” he said with a serious tone.

Vinnie swallowed and let the phone rings, it was normal for you to call him some times, but when the phone starts buzzing a second time he gets nervous, you NEVER call him two times, now he was scared. “Yo man I need to pick it up, I need to know if she’s okay”

“You can’t-“ “it wasn’t a question dude” Vinnie quickly pick up the call.

“Hey love is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“V-Vin can you come home p-please” you said between sobs.

“Hey,hey sweetie what happen? Cmon talk to me and breath okay?”

“I just-I can’t please come home”

“I will be there in 15 love,just stay there please”

You answer a little okay before he cuts the call.

Vinnie run inside of the house,searching for his car keys, he go to Nailea and she noticed how nervous he was.

“Vinnie are you okay?” She asks with a caring tone.

“I-I m really sorry Nai really sorry, but I have to go, I would come back another day I promise, I promise, but I need to go now,I - Y/n she’s-I I just need to check if she’s okay, I need it” he starts mumbling some random stuff.

“Hey I got it, go to check on her and call me to tell me if she’s okay? Cmon go!” (Nailers our queen)

He runs again to his car,and speed up to reach your house faster. When he reach your house he just run upstairs, finding you in the bed crying.

" ple-please just leave me alone" You said between little sobs.

" no y/n I'm not going to leave you alone I'm your boyfriend" vinnie stated walking his way over to you and pulling you into a hug

"I'm sorry”

"I know you are y/n and I'm here for you" vinnie helped you over to your bed

"I'm ok now" You faked a smile

“y/n you're not ok" vinnie exclaimed as he got into bed right beside you and pulled you on top of him your head buried into his neck as sobs escaped your chapped lips and his hand tightly placed around your body

“I love you y/n just know that just promise me one thing please stop hurting yourself it breaks me to see you in this position" vinnie stated as he ran his Hands through your hair " I promise Vin”

The next weeks you started to go more outside, and to talk more, everytime something bothers you,you tell Vinnie and he help you as he promised.

AHHHH. I don’t know if you wanted a happy ending or not so...Also I never write something like this before so sorry if it’s not good. Enjoy it!💞

Dont reblog my work

#cute imagine #fluff imagine #tiktok #vinnie hacker #soft imagine #tiktok imagine #smut imagine #vinnie hacker imagine #hot #cute #vinnie hacker smut #lovely #lemon #Orange #vhackerr

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Gordon pushes benrey to breaking and benrey cries? Angst? Just making the boys real sadddd,,?

Gordon's had... a lot to process, since the Black Mesa incident (or so it was dubbed, after the whole thing was over).

One of the main things to process was Benrey. The security guard he met at the beginning of that whole shitshow, the one who somehow ended up living with him maybe a month after it was over. Came to the doorstep kicked puppy style and all.

One of the things that was constantly plaguing his mind was what Benrey referred to them as, specifically during that final battle on Xen.

Friends.

Personally, he thought they were the farthest fucking thing from. But Benrey also described things like 'playing in the mud and sand'. So... were they friends as children or what??

It was too confusing for Gordon's mind to wrap around- he barely remembered his childhood anyways- and it was quickly coming to a head today.

Benrey wouldn't stop mentioning it, for whatever reason. Whenever Gordon denied them something or whenever they just didn't like what he was doing, just droning on and on and on about how they were friends and friends didn't do whatever he was doing.

As of now? He was going to - begrudgingly - tell them that it was damn near twelve in the morning and he had work tomorrow so they needed to turn their very loud video game down.

He got to the living room, rubbing his eyes blearily and trying to focus on the scene. Benrey was laying on the couch, playing some kind of shooter game - how did they get Overwatch? - and looking honestly bored of it.

Gordon cleared his throat to catch Benrey's attention, no sign of it other than a slight pause in what they were doing. Either way he talks. "Benrey, you're uhh- gonna need to turn down the volume, dude. I have work in the morning and it's nearly midnight."

As expected, Benrey started whining. "aww cmon man i need the volume to uhh. know what's going on bro. cmon we used to play video games this late with the sound loud too we were friends man we-"

Gordon cut him off, reasonably irritated due to being tired as hell. "Look man, I don't care or even fucking know about this friends bullshit you're spewing, I just want you to turn the volume down so I can sleep!" He snapped.

Benrey paused completely in what they were doing, letting themselves get killed. Well that was different. "h- wuh?"

"You heard me. I don't fucking care about us being friends or whatever you thought we were because we were never fucking friends! I just need you to turn the damn volume down, man!"

And, well, Benrey maybe shouldn't have, but they felt that telltale lump in their throat nonetheless. "maaan cmon of course you remember we were like- the best of friends! we had uhh- slumber parties and we played in the park n shit-"

"Benrey, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Gordon cut off with audible annoyance, also cutting off any other desperate babbles. "Just turn down your fucking game volume. Stop it with the friends shit because it's just fucking annoying- we were never friends and we never will be!"

And maybe, just maybe, that was the wrong thing to say because Benrey was suddenly leaning over the couch to look at Gordon. There was a pause as they opened and closed their mouth almost like a fish.

Then tears started spilling down their cheeks, almost unprompted. It made Gordon pause and stare in shock.

Maybe they weren't exactly tears- it was sweet voice rolling down Benrey's cheeks, staining them colors of blue and black and red.

"we were friends though," they muttered, seemingly ignoring the shakiness in their voice as nothing in their face changed besides furrowing of brows and a slight crinkling of their nose. "we were best friends and you don't remember it 'n now you're getting all mad at me over something you don't remember." Their voice is harsh and bitter and takes Gordon by surprise.

"Wh- hey, wait, Benrey, I- that didn't mean- I didn't mean to put it so harshly I'm just tired and-" Gordon tried making some kind of excuse but it was drowned out.

"mneh mneh mneh i dont fucking care." Benrey hissed before flopping back around on the couch, leaving drops of sweet voice on the back of it as they harshly wiped away the tears streaming down their face. They join the next match of their game, turning the volume up louder just to be childish about it.

Gordon tried a few more times to get through to them, but nothing was working. He had... broke them. Genuinely.

He just decided to let them have their volume. They deserved it after that.

#im so sorry this hurt me to write #sweet voice tears because yes #frenrey #hlvrai #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon freeman #gordon feetman #blue = sad #black = regret #red = mental/physical pain #angst #mmm tasty

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loving you, and quit pretending to |

joel farabee

pairing: college!joel farabee x f!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, men being trash, angst, language, almost smut because i love edging yall, fluff

word count: 3.5k+

a/n: the names of the players for the team are completely made up. thank you to everyone who voted on my google doc! excuse any mistakes.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

joel’s confession circled in your mind. it echoed through your brain making your stomach twist. your eyes sunken in, smudged eye makeup streaming down your face. “i should’ve known,” the words tasted bitter as they left your mouth, your eyes on the ground before you, too embarrassed to make eye contact with naomi.

“you had no way of knowing,” she said grabbing your wrist and gently squeezing it, before wiping your tear-stained cheeks with a tissue.

“i’ve made a fool out of myself,” you placed your head into her lap.

she immediately moved your hair out of your face, a sympathetic smile evident on hers, “no you haven’t. it’ll all get figured out, i promise you that.”

you wrote for your college’s hockey team, the boston terriers. you typically wrote articles weekly, including incredible plays, player of the game, and players you believed could use a good word. it was a known fact that many young men that attended boston university were pulled up to play professionally. therefore, it wasn’t unfamiliar for guys on the team to try to butter you up for their name to be stated in your article. you found it humorous, but understood these boys just wanted to live out their childhood dream. you usually paid no mind to them, but it wasn’t until joel farabee charmed his way through you, blinding you from the harsh truth that was evident in a franchise like the national hockey league.

you weren’t exactly planning on going to a frat party at 10 pm, but staying in on a saturday night wasn’t a better alternative. here you were, applying mascara through your thick lashes, and listening to your roommate, naomi, go on and on about a guy on the team.

“y/n/n, can you at least look interested in what i’m saying,” she laughed, grabbing her purse off the counter.

you moved your eyes from the mirror, “everything will be fine, he’s going to be there tonight, yeah?”

“yes, but-“

“and you’re going to talk to him,” you said, unscrewing the cap of your lipgloss and smearing the wand across your lips. “i can put in a good word but you have to speak to him yourself.”

“fine,” she surrendered, before closing the door behind her and following you to the stairs.

a sigh managed to escaped your lips as you trailed behind your friends, seeing only a few groups of people on the first floor of the fraternity house. you raised your eyebrows at lina, another friend in your group, wondering if you should just walk yourself back to your dorm. you figured you could gather more people in your tiny dorm room than the amount of people in this house. your eyes moved over to the couch that was placed in the center of the living room, seating three boys who all wore identical windbreakers. jack harper and alex richmond, the other seated was joel farabee. your eyebrows furrowed as you studied him, he had loose brown waves that curled from underneath the back of his beanie, and his eyes fixated on the tv in front of him. never seen him here before, you mused, before turning your attention to naomi. “are they seriously playing video games at a party they’re hosting?”

“for real,” she scoffed, “where are the drinks?” she scanned the room before dramatically gasping and turning back to you with wide eyes.

“what?”

“nate’s here,” she whispered, as if the music didn’t tune her out.

“go talk to him then.”

“only if you come with me,” she pleaded, “you don’t even have to stick around, just introduce us.”

she waited on your answer as a smirk spread across your lips, “okay, cmon.” you grabbed her arm and the two of you walked over to the table. you thought about joel again, pondering how you were going to bring him up.

“hey, who’s that sitting on the couch. the one of the very left. that’s joel farabee right?” you leaned closer to her ear.

“yeah that’s him, why what’s up?”

“do you know anything about him?”

naomi raised her eyebrows at you, a grin from ear to ear.

“what?” you laughed.

she shook her head and sighed, “well, all i know is he plays hockey. he’s pretty good at it too.”

you hummed, and looked over at the couch again. but this time he was looking back at you.

joel fumbled with the controller in his hands, eyebrows slightly furrowed as his complete undivided attention was with the game in front of him.

“isn’t that the girl that writes our articles?” alex asked, before killing his opponent.

“yeah, i’ve tried talking sweet just so she would put me in, didn’t work,” jack added.

“the girl back there?” joel turned around on the couch, watching you as you stood with naomi and nate.

“yeah that’s her, you should take a go at her, beezy.”

“like for the article?” the look on joel’s face was utter confusion, at this point he wasn’t focused on the game, but jack and alex beside him.

“exactly, you guys haven’t met so she wouldn’t expect it of you. sweeten her up, and then dump her once you get a good word,” he reasoned. “plus, didn’t you say there’s a good chance you’re getting drafted?”

“well yeah but, i don’t know-“

“dude, you should really consider it. guys that work with the nhl read into her shit.”

what’s the worst that could happen? joel thought. he would flirt with you, get put into the article, and get attention from scouts. deep down joel knew it was completely fucked up, but at this moment he didn’t know exactly what he was getting himself into.

a majority of the time, you went to the games and later on rewatched them to write your article. your love for hockey flourished as you got older, so you felt it was only necessary to enjoy the game before making it an assignment. the third period wrapped up as you stood up from your seat, rubbing your arms for warmth. the terriers are continuing a win streak, and you mentally took note of who scored during tonight’s game. lina read her texts to you as you walked out of the arena, “naomi said nate’s taking her to the party tonight, do you wanna come with me?”

“i don’t know, i should really get this article over with.”

“you have all weekend! no pressure, but i think this one will be better than the last.”

“i hope so, that was horrendous,” you laughed, pulling your car keys from your bag. “i’m seriously leaving if i walk in and they’re playing cod again.”

your wish came true, the sorority full of students, which you mentally expressed gratitude for. the house shook from the bass of the speakers, vibrating in the bottom of your shoes. mixed alcohols wafted into your nose as you made your way into the kitchen. you reached for the plastic bag full of red solo cups on top of the cabinet, freezing as you felt someone come up from behind you. “let me get that for you,” they said. your eyes diverted to the arm that was reaching over you before stepping back to see who it was.

“oh, thank you,” you breathed out, eyes tracing the chain that dipped below the collar on his white t-shirt.

“joel,”

“y/n,” you smiled, accepting his hand that he had held out. he brought your knuckle to his lips, before gently kissing it. if it were anyone else you probably would’ve cringed, the gesture definitely cheesy. however, it didn’t fail to send heat to your cheeks, and make the tip of your ears become hot.

“i’ve never seen you before?”

“i’m sure you have, maybe you don’t remember,” you laughed, not allowing your eyes to fall below his.

“i would definitely remember if i had seen a girl like you before.” a smirk broke out on joel’s face, masking the fact he felt slightly guilty. he brushed it off as he bent down to your ear, “do you want to go somewhere more quiet?”

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” you reciprocated the smirk. you weren’t against meaningless hookups, but you weren’t going to give it up to him that easily, plus the fact you have to see him frequently.

“why don’t we go outside instead?” he suggested, hopefulness in his eyes.

you contemplated, scanning the room for lina or naomi for neither of them to be in sight. “yeah, sure.”

after a whole protest in your head, you now sat in the passenger seat of joel’s car, playing with the hem of your top. music lowly played in the background easing you enough to be comfortable. he was definitely charming, and paid deep attention to the things you had to say. you didn’t even bother to think twice about his intentions, at this moment you felt at peace. it wasn’t often that guys listened to you ramble about things you were passionate about, especially writing. “what about you, is there a future for professional hockey lined up for you?”

joel rubbed the back of his neck, “uh, i’m not exactly sure.”

“you’re not only talking to me so i’ll put your name in my article, right?” you teased, no actual harm behind it.

his eyes immediately widened, “no, no! of course not.”

“i’m just messing with you,” examining the look on his face, an odd feeling set into your stomach. you figured it was the alcohol. you grabbed your phone that was between your thighs, checking the time. “oh shit, it’s late. do you mind driving me back to my dorm?”

“no, it’s no problem.” he mentally sighed of relief, realizing he was going to have to be more careful than that.

the drive wasn’t long, but tension was visible to you, and not the good kind. joel was quiet throughout the drive, leaving you to wonder what he meant about what he had said earlier. you attempted to calm your nerves, not allowing your nervousness to ruin something that could possibly end well for you. shaking your head, and reaching for the handle to your room, you looked up at him. “no goodnight kiss?” he smirked.

“maybe next time,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes and shutting the door behind you.

things soon picked up the pace with joel, giving you another reason to rewatch the games after attending them. at home games, you wore his away jersey, along with a bright and proud smile plastered upon your lips. you hung out with his teammates and were introduced to their girlfriends. but underneath all the love he felt for you, was an aching guilt swelling in his stomach. it almost made him sick. it was no longer a game to joel, neither a bet. you were a real woman with real feelings, and falling for you was incredibly easier than he would’ve wished. he felt guilty kissing you, without telling you the real story behind your first conversation. he let his hands slip below your belt and into your underwear, knowing he was better than that. you adored him, completely and totally blinded by rose colored glasses. time was only ticking, and with summer break emerging, joel was running out of time.

the air in boston sweetened as june rolled around the corner. summer break was well anticipated, just as you, naomi, and lina planned out trips for the summer. meanwhile, joel, jack, and alex sat in front of the air conditioner, yet again playing video games.

“beezy, congrats on the mention in the article,” jack remarked, with a triumphant smirk. you may have mentioned joel more than a few times in your article, but you couldn’t help it. you were proud of your boyfriend more than ever, and felt he deserved the recognition.

however, this made joel’s mood sour. he was already reminded of this every time he saw your face, he didn’t want to hear it with his friends. “yeah, it’s well deserved.”

“so you’re hitting that?”

“what the fuck, man. you know that’s not what i mean,” joel scolded.

“don’t tell me you actually like her.”

“alright man that’s enough,” alex added, putting his controller on his lap.

“what are you trying to say?”

jack scoffed, “well, that just wasn’t the original plan. that’s all.” he returned his eyes to the screen, starting a new game. “does she even know that’s why you started talking to her? be a shame if she found out.”

“that’s not why i started talking to her,” joel uttered.

“cmon man, the party back in the fall. i told you about her articles, that you should get on her. and a week later you guys are suddenly close? that’s no coincidence.”

he pondered his response, but immediately thought twice before doing so. jack was partially right in joel’s mind. even though he did have feelings for you, he still used you, he still wasn’t honest. he had to tell you, even if that meant losing you.

as of the moment, a hard copy of pride and prejudice sat on your lap as you lightly skimmed through the pages to find your spot. a towel lay underneath you on the sand, with lina and naomi beside you. nate, joel, and lina’s new boyfriend owen, stood before you in the water. lina’s parents owned a house down in cape cod that you were staying in for a few days. the sun would set in an hour or so, leaving it shining directly upon your face. you tilted your sunglasses down, squinting as joel walked towards you. “come here,” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“where are we going?” you marked your book and brushed the sand off your bare legs as he pulled you off the ground.

“for a walk.”

you walked side by side down the beach, to the strip of rocks that jutted out into the ocean. the waves crashed repetitively on the beach, filling the comfortable silence in the air. sand stuck to your legs irritating you enough to continue brushing it off. the sun was setting over the horizon, gently glowing upon joel’s face. eyes began lingering to the stitching of his swim shorts, tracing them along his abdomen. the tightness of his abs, to his slender, but muscular arms. you observed in silence, devouring up the view before it was all gone. he looks over at you, offering a lopsided smile. “what are you looking at?”

“your hairs a little long,” you point out.

“yeah? i need a cut.”

“no you don’t, i like it. it curls underneath your helmet.”

“i read the article,” he said, switching subjects with an unrecognizable tone.

“you played exceptionally well.” you flashed him a proud smile, your hand weaving its way into his hair, and lightly scratching his scalp. you look at him so lovingly that joel is forced to look away. he’s completely and totally fucked.

the moon shone brightly over the water as you sat in joel’s lap. on occasion, naomi’s laugher echoed from the house, and lina’s party playlist bouncing off the walls. the both of you however, remained on the boat as joel told you stories about growing up. it didn’t take long for your hands to be tangled in his brown locks longingly, and his hand to be up your skirt. he connected his lips to your collarbone, lightly sucking on the thin layer of skin. you groaned in response, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. he stood up to pull his shirt over his head, before swiftly pulling your dress over yours, leaving you in only under garments. joel took a moment to examine your body, and the lace covering your breasts. “you’re drooling,” you teased, laying your head back on the boat’s couch. you and joel had never made it this far. over the course of the past few months joel wanted to take it slow, and show you he was really here for the best intentions. the familiar feeling of guilt suffocated his heart, making it heavy, knowing it wasn’t right to continue.

“baby, i-“ he began.

“i’m ready, i know this isn’t the ideal place but-“

“no, you don’t understand-“

“are you not ready? because we can wait,” you reassured him, cupping his face in your hands. the stubble on his chin scratched lightly on your palms.

“i really want to, i’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

you began to worry, but nevertheless you nodded, letting him know you were all ears.

“a couple months ago at the first party i saw you at, jack told me you wrote articles,” joel stated, he was partially stalling, and not looking forward to your response. “he encouraged me to start dating you, so that you would put me in your articles. so i could get noticed by the scouts.”

you dropped your hands from his face slowly, adrenaline rushing in your blood. “are you saying-“

“no, that’s not why i starting dating you. i genuinely fell in love with you.”

“but that wasn’t your intention,” you corrected, pulling your dress back over your body.

“i know, and i’m so sorry-“

“i can’t believe this right now, you’ve gotta be kidding,” you looked at him, hope beaming through your eyes. you wanted so badly for him to say he was kidding, but he stood there with guilty eyes. “joel, please tell me you’re joking,” you pleaded, tears brimming your waterline.

he shook his head, opening his mouth to respond before quickly closing it. he knew nothing he could say would make you forgive him. “you let me fall in love with you.” it was barely a whisper as you bit the inside of your cheek holding back a sob. you put your shoes back on and reached for the door, glancing back at joel who was evidently in distress. you weren’t going to say anything, but decided against it. “joel,” you called.

he looked up at you, rosy cheeks from crying.

“i didn’t put you in the article because i liked you, i put you in because you deserved it. i wanted to see you succeed.”

with that, you left the boat, passed naomi and lina who were calling your name, and to the spare bedroom. you quietly sobbed into your sweater sleeve, wishing it was all a nightmare you could wake yourself up from. you half cursed at yourself for being so blind, and partially wished he would walk into the room and hold you. but he didn’t, and you had to accept that.

two weeks had gone by since you last spoke to joel. you ignored his texts, and ignored his teammates’ as well. you were currently sulking on naomi’s back deck at her parents house, stress reading to a book you had no interest in reading. “i just can’t believe he wouldn’t tell me, and we almost had sex. what was he going to initially wait until after?”

“wait, you guys were going to-“ naomi said, leaning closer to you in her chair.

“yeah, the night he told me.”

she sighed, “y/n/n, i’m so so sorry.”

“it’s fine, it’s not the end of the world.”

“if it makes you feel any better, i really do think he likes you. regardless, if it started off as some bet, that’s fucked.”

your phone buzzed catching your attention. you flipped it over to see your lock screen, you and joel, standing in front of the cemented walls down by the locker rooms. your eyes crinkling in the corners, and the apples of your cheeks raised from the bright smile on your face holding them up. “you miss him don’t you,” naomi said, waiting for you to look up at her. you didn’t answer, instead you attempted to stop your lips from trembling.

“should i forgive him?”

“y/n, that’s completely up to you,” she said, wiping a tear off your cheek.

“well what would you do?”

“well, do you love him any less right now?”

do i love him any less right now? you wondered. the answer was very clear to you, it was just a matter of how to act on it.

joel had texted you an hour ago to meet him at the rink, claiming it was urgent. you couldn’t help but feel stupid, who would give someone a second chance after fucking up this badly? you shook it off, pulling up to the parking lot and cursing before opening your door.

the arena would normally be closed at this time, and you knew it was risky to be here, considering your position. walking through the entrance, you see joel sitting alone a few rows before you. you didn’t say anything as you sat down beside him, closely, just like you normally would.

“thank you for meeting me,” he says, his confidence no longer radiating as it usually did, he looked like he hadn’t slept a minute you were apart.

“so formal,” you dryly laughed.

“i just wanted to say that i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have waited so long to tell you the truth, and that’s on me. whether or not your article was seen by scouts doesn’t matter to me. you do.”

“joel, if you had told me sooner it honestly wouldn’t have made a difference. what matters if that you understand where you went wrong,” you told him truthfully, because the truth was that you weren’t all that upset anymore. being away from him was punishment enough.

you cup his face with one hand. “i’m sorry,” he tells you again, leaning into the warmth of your fingertips.

“i forgive you i guess. but when you get famous you better remember me.”

“baby, you’ll be up there with me. i can’t wait to thank you during my speech.”

“who are you kidding, i’ll be writing it for you.”

he chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer into him. you rest your head on his chest, listening to the rate of his heart. embracing the feeling you were incredibly grateful to feel again.

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krabmeat · 3 years

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𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔? 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛?

HELL YEAH FELLAS YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT!! FIRST MAJOR MILESTONE BAYBEEEE LETS GOOOOOO!!

guys, i really dont think you see how insanely mental this is. like what?!?! i joined here cause a friend of mine was gushing about a writer here and eventually convinced me to get tumblr. they called me their "noob reading friend /affectionate" and now look at me!! not even a year in and ive gained a crowd? thats so damn cool to think about!! to think that this many people are willing to put aside time in their day to read some fics made by me, im floored man!! all in all though, i have no one to thank but my wonderful mutuals and followers who have helped floor and construct the fantastic beginnings of this blog. which is why im here to bring you all this event that i sincerely hope you guys enjoy!

🦑KRABS KAN MAKE WRITING EVENTS WOW!!🦑

ALRIGHT FELLAS, IM DOING A WRITING EVENT!! HERES THE RULES AND PROMPTS NOW BOSSMEN!

~rules~

only 2 people per prompt

despite me not writing romantic fics yet, all participants are absolutely welcome to!

no smut/nsfw, im not that kind of blog and i do plan on reading entries so please dont submit anything related!!

any and all fics glorifying and supporting bigoted or misogynistic ideals will not be tolerated or respected. this is non-negotioable but if the fic has any of this that results in the putting down of or generally recognizing these ideals as negative then that is completely fine!

you are to use the quote prompts in your fic (im gonna be loose on this though so dw!! :DD)

you can use as many different prompts as youd like!!

please keep submissions in mcyt territory as thats who i write for most. but this doesnt confine to just mcyts in the dsmp! go wild dudes, hermitcraft, third life, pop off!!

keep all fics for minors platonic and platonic ONLY

generally know and respect the boundaries for ccs

when asking for a prompt, please put who you will be writing for!!

TAG ME IN YOUR FICS!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH PLEASE ID ADORE IT IF YOU TAGGED ME SO I CAN READ YOUR WONDERFUL WORK!!

you can use and interpret the prompts any way you want! doesnt matter if its in the angst section, you see fluff potential? go for it, vice versa!!

~prompts~

~fluff~

"I swear, if you make us late one more time I'll tape a clock to your wrist." "Isnt that a watch-?" "Shut it!"

"Look! I think it likes me!" (@ohworm-writes with cc!beeduo)

"Man, how did I catch such a good person?"

"Yknow, your parents really did something great when they made you."

"WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN?!" "THERE ARE WARNING LABELS RIGHT THERE!"

"Take a picture, itll last longer~" "Okay!" "Wait you actually did that-?"

"That does NOT fit you." "Yeah it does! Just gotta roll it up a bit!"

"You aren't 'built different', you're just stupid." (@ohworm-writes with cc!tommy @jschllatt with cc!sapnap

"If it ever happens again, tell me. You know i adore you."

"Well..they dont even deserve you anyways! Just look at you- gorgeous!!"

~angst~

"KEEP F*CKING WALKING, THEN! CANT EVEN FACE YOUR OWN DAMN PARTNER! (or friend! :])"

"No, youre amazing!" "Then why arent i treated like it?"

"Do it again, see if i care."

"Guys..? GUYS! THEY ARENT MOVING!"

"Put the damn drink down and talk to me!"

"Its about time you get whats due, you know."

"So not only do you think im stupid, but you also think im still naive?"

"Just take me seriously for once in your damn life!"

"You'd better start running in the next 5 seconds."

"What do you take me for, a joke?!" "Wasnt that obvious?"

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now that thats done, heres the ask game part of the event!!! send me the corresponding emoji in my ask box and ill respond!

👽~ ill tell you a weird or memorable occurance that has happened on tumblr between friends and moots!

😳~ ill kin assign you and try to guess who you kin! (friends and moots only)

🍒~ ill rate your blog aesthetic on a scale of 1-10

🥀~ ill give you a bunch of emojis that remind me of you! (friends and moots only)

😎~ ill tell you obscure things i think are very neat!

🌺~ ill tell you a random interesting fact i know!

🦑~ if you send me a description of yourself, personality etc then ill write you a short ship fic with a mcyt!! specify if you want it to be platonic or romantic and if you want it to be c! or cc!(this is to work on my romantic writing!! friends and moots only)

💃~ ill tell you songs that remind me of you! (friends and moots only)

📕~ ill tell you something small or obscure i secretly think about you! (friends and moots only)

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now...onto the final part- HONOURABLE MENTIONS!!!

@myceliummenace ~ these guys got me into tumblr, some of my closest friends and theyve been supporting me since day one. i couldnt be happier to breathe the same air as these guys, they all deserve a crown and if you disagree i will chomp your hand

@niceimafan ~ an absolute saint!! i came across inks former writing blog and fell in love with both them and their wonderful work /p!!!! theyve helped me through some hellish times and are all around so damn open and accepting

@jschllatt ~ istfg this lady is just-- SOOOO BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT??? nat is incredibly talented and has encouraged me throughout my time here and i couldnt be happier with how weve grown as friends!! and i know, despite how wholesome and soft nat seems to be i promise you she knows how to keep a bit going like no other. an amazing moot, stay funky :]

@im-an-ungodly-mess ~ okay look,, i know i havent interacted with these guys for a lot buttt...CAN YOU REALLY BLAME ME??!!? LIKE CMON THEYRE ALL JUST SO COOL!!! the moment i met them i knew our chaotic energies would merge and boy did they merge alright. also theyre just insanely nice and super willing to endulge with me in my random interest which is always a sexy trait to have. 10 out of 10, these guys are neato

@ohworm-writes ~ ahhh wormmm, delightful all around and just a sweetheart....BUT THEYVE GOT SHENANIGANS- as well as being extremely skilled as well like, dayummm!!! i live for our bond over fandoms outside of the mcyt fandom and i feel blessed to have you be a moot! much love, dear!

@marcooze ~ bro....whyd you have to do me like that dude? being so gosh damn kind and accepting like that like sheesh all the stuff you reblog is gold!!! it can be the most cracked out post or the most serious and informational one. idgaf that youre a reblog blog, you mean the world to me and i shall place a supple kiss on your hand as bros do <3

@ramzawrites ~ THE FIRST WRITERS BLOG IVE EVER FOLLOWED!!! ramza dear, if no one has ever told you how iconic you are then PLEASE LET ME BE THE FIRST!!! everything you do leaves me in awe and despite your talent, you still have miles and miles of kindness and generosity? you are one in a million, ramza. you deserve everything and please know how much you mean to me. thank you for supporting me so much for so long, and i hope your days are filled with really cool rocks :]]

#krabs kommunicating #krabs has 100 wow!!#mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp requests #dsmp x y/n #writing event

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 3 years

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Annus Mirabilis ~ Thanksgiving 2020

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Happy turkey day! This chapter is actually on time yay! This was really hard to write because I don’t celebrate thanksgiving but I got some help so hopefully it’s okay. I can’t believe there’s only one month left!! Where did this year go?

Since this is my last time writing a chapter for this series I just want to say it’s been an honour to write with @thinkoutsidethebex. She’s one of my favourite writers here and one of my favourite friends that I’ve ever made on this hellsite. We’ve had our differences and disagreements but I love you Bex Thank you for writing this with me.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, a brit writing about a holiday she doesn’t know about lol

Word count: 2.6k

Thanksgiving was one of Peter’s favorite holidays. Not because of the traditions or the parties, it was because of the smell he woke up to on Thanksgiving morning. His heightened senses allowed him to savour the smell of his aunt’s cooking from the moment he woke up and it always put him in a good mood. The thought of having a nice dinner, just him and May, and not having to worry about assignments too made Peter feel lighter than he had in ages.

“What’s got you so happy?” May asked, raising her brow as he bounced into the room. “Did things with Y/n finally work out?” Peter’s expression and heart dropped at the same time, the memories of the last time he had seen you rushing back.

“Um no. I’m just looking forward to dinner.” He forced a smile and grabbed a piece of fruit for his breakfast. May nodded, already prepping things for the afternoon.

“I did tell you I invited a few people for dinner this year, didn’t I?” Peter almost dropped the apple from his hand as the nice image of a quiet dinner was thrown out of the window.

“What? Who?”

“Oh, um just a few of the avengers. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and.. Y/n.” May turned as you said the last name, avoiding the look that Peter sent her way.

“May! She’s not going to want to see me!”

“Oh really?” Peter nodded as if it was obvious as May turned back to him with a knowing smirk. “Then why did she already say yes?” Peter’s jaw dropped a little, panic and nerves and a little bit of excitement flooding his brain.

“S-she said yes?” he stammered, allowing the faintest glimmer of hope to flare in his heart. May nodded with the same knowing smirk playing at her lips.. She could almost see the gears in Peter’s brain working double speed as he thought about seeing you again.

“It’s gonna be okay.” May tried to reassure softly, but Peter was worried it would be anything but.

He tried to preoccupy himself until company came that afternoon. He went on a quick patrol, but it seemed even the criminal element of New York had opted to spend the day with family because there wasn’t so much as a jaywalker. He stopped by the F.E.A.S.T. shelter to help out a bit with their Thanksgiving meal, and swung by the store on the way home to pick up a few things May mentioned to him that he missed.

By the time he got back home, he was almost in full panic mode. He fussed about what to wear and what he was going to say, even going so far as to practice in his mirror, until Ned walked into his room and laughed.

“Dude what are you doing?” Peter’s cheeks flushed red as he rolled his eyes and finished getting ready.

“Nothing, I was just-”

“Telling your mirror how much you love Y/n?” Ned laughed and adjusted his hat. Peter threw a sock at him and tried to change the subject as they walked downstairs.

“So, new hat?”

“Don’t try and change the subject dude, but yes.” Ned smiled and patted his hat as if for good luck just as Peter noticed someone walking through the door.

You looked hesitant as you walked in, a large freshly baked pumpkin pie in your hands and a small smile gracing your lips. He wondered if you’d picked pumpkin pie to bring because you remembered it was his favorite, or if it was just a strange coincidence. You were wearing a simple outfit with your hair done up but Peter couldn’t help but think about how good you looked. His heart simultaneously lifted and fell as you met his gaze. It only lasted a brief moment but the tension between you was thick.

“I, uh, think I’m gonna grab some coffee.” Ned cleared his throat and walked past you both into the kitchen, leaving you both to bask in the awkwardness of what was once your best friendship.

“H-hi Peter.”

“Hey.”

You both gave slightly forced smiles to each other before Peter’s eyes darted towards his shoes. You sighed and bit your lip, wishing that something could break the awkwardness.

“You never replied to my texts.” Peter commented, breaking the silence that had settled in the room even with more guests arriving.

“Oh well I-” You faltered, unspoken words dying on your lips as you looked back at Peter. “I came here because May invited me, okay? That’s all.”

Just when Peter thought he couldn’t hurt anymore at seeing you, those words chipped away at the cracks in his heart.

“Oh.”

You held the plate of food tighter and chewed on your bottom lip before walking away into the kitchen to find May, fighting back your tears. Peter looked up at you just about to apologise for the party with his rehearsed speech but the words left as he saw you walking away.

He tried to occupy himself with the party, greeting the various members of the team as they arrived. Once everyone was there, May then asked him to set the table which he hurried to do.

“Y/n would you go and help Peter please?”

Peter cursed May in his head as he heard those words, followed by your footsteps. He sighed and laid out the napkins.

“I’m capable of setting a table, you know?” he snapped, a little harsher than he intended.

You choose to stay silent and started laying out the cutlery but Peter could sense your gaze flickering to him every so often. The only thing that broke the silence was the chatter from the living room as they watched the parade and the soft music playing on in the background.

After the table was finally set, you and Peter made your way to see the rest of the guests. May was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner and the others were idly chatting as the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade showed on the tv. Peter immediately noticed you walk straight past him and Ned to where Steve was drinking a beer and watching the tv.

Peter once again tried not to look too hurt as you ignored his company, instead choosing to focus on Ned talking about the newest update for Beast Slayer. His eyes kept flickering to you as you laughed with Steve, resting your hand on his arm. It was the most he’d seen you smile in a while, he just wished he could have been the one to make you smile like he used to.

“And it has these cool Christmas updates where you can- Peter?”

Ned noticed Peter’s jaw had clenched as had his fists, his eyes focused on the other side of the room where you were leaning in to whisper something to Steve before both of you started giggling. Peter was just about to walk over but Ned soon stopped him and ushered him to the dining table where May was serving up dinner.

“Looks great May! Right Peter?” Ned nudged his best friend, trying to distract him from what Y/n was doing. Peter looked at Ned and nodded.

“Um, yeah you look alright dude.”

Ned and May gave each other a look before she called everyone for dinner. It was a small group but it was still a tight squeeze on their small table. Peter saved a space for you next to him but you choose instead to sit next to Steve, making his blood boil.

“Dude, you’ve got to stop being jealous. Trust me nothing is happening.” Ned whispered to him as Peter vigorously cut his turkey piece as he had been doing for the last 5 minutes. The knife was almost carving into the plate.

Peter dropped the knife quickly and turned to Ned with red cheeks and a forced laugh. “Je- you think I’m jealous?” Peter asked, shaking his head and forcing another laugh.

“Dude cmon.”

“I-I’m just worried about her. I mean you don’t know Steve could be dangerous.” Peter stuttered, ignoring Ned’s scoff as he stuffed a piece of turkey in his mouth and his eyes glanced back over to you but this time you met his gaze. You both blushed before quickly looking back down at your plates, both suddenly very interested in your food.

The rest of the dinner was pleasant, and far less tense than Peter had imagined it would be. Everyone was smiling and exchanging stories about missions or old family traditions. Even you and Peter started to enjoy yourselves more. Peter was stuffing his face with all the different kinds of food, trying not to look over in your direction too much because he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw.

“So, what is everyone thankful for?” May asked as she finished her plate, looking around the table. “Peter?” She gave him a smile, interrupting the stuffing of mashed potatoes in his mouth.

“Um.” He quickly ate the food and blushed as he noticed all eyes were on him, waiting for him to start the tradition. Peter’s eyes quickly met yours once more before he spoke. “I’m thankful for the people in my life who I love even if they don’t know how much they mean to me.”

The last part was mumbled but he knew as he looked back up at you that you had heard, knowing it was meant for you. For the first time since you arrived you gave Peter a genuine smile and blushed.

The tradition continued around the table, Peter didn’t really pay attention until it came to your turn. You cleared your throat and blushed a darker shade of red.

“I-I’m thankful for…” You paused for a moment to think before smiling at the table. “I’m thankful for my friends, old and new.” Your eyes lingered on Peter who smiled back before you looked at Steve. Peter’s heart fell again. He knew it was stupid to read into things and feel jealous but he couldn’t help it. Ned gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Hey Peter, do you wanna pull the wishbone?” May asked, holding the bone up and knowing it was one of his favourite traditions they did together. He nodded and came over to take the bone.

“Can I do it too?

Peter looked up in surprise at your question and bit his lip. May nodded and smiled at you as you walked over and took the other side of the bone. Peter blushed as you smirked at him.

“Ready, Parker?”

He smiled at the sense of normality between you and nodded, smirking back as he held the wishbone tighter.

“Bring it on.”

May counted down before you both started pulling the bone, trying to break it. You both laughed at the small tug of war that was happening until you finally pulled back with the bigger half. You looked shocked and furrowed your brow at Peter, knowing he had been holding back to let you win.

Peter just smiled innocently and shrugged. You let out a giggle before feeling a kiss on your cheek as Steve walked over.

“Woo! Well done Y/n!”

“Oh, um thank you.” You blushed hard and gave a laugh as you looked at him. Peter watched the scene before him, feeling his blood start to boil as well as the ache starting in his chest. He clenched up again and although Ned tried to distract him he couldn't take it and excused himself for air.

He stepped out onto the fire escape away from the rest of the party and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He almost wished he’d gotten the bigger half of the wishbone then maybe his wish would come true. He wished that everything would go back to normal before he had said that lie to Flash all the way back in February and before he had fallen in love with you.

“Pete?”

He quickly straightened himself up as he heard your voice and wiped his eyes, trying to keep the emotion out his voice.

“Um, hey.”

“What’s wrong?” You squeezed next to him on the fire escape and looked out at the city before turning your worried gaze to him. “And before you say nothing, I know you Peter.”

He sighed and blushed, thankful for the darkness of the night as you kept your gaze on him. He heard Steve ask where you were and felt the jealousy come back to him.

“What’s wrong?” He gave a forced chuckle. “If you wanna know what’s wrong why don’t you ask your new boyfriend?” Peter spoke bitterly, keeping his gaze on the city. You scoffed and looked at Peter as if you couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Are you serious right now? You’re jealous?” Peter didn’t answer, instead giving you the cold shoulder and clenching his jaw again. “You’re the one who left me at that party!”

“I know!” Peter huffed and threw his hands up in exasperation, finally looking at you. “You think I wanted to do that?!”

“Yeah, I know,” you snapped, rolling your eyes. “Spidey stuff is more important. But it still sucked, Peter. It hurt because I thought that maybe you wanted to go on an actual date with me.”

“I did want to!” he yelled, frustrated.”Don’t you get it?” Peter looked at you like a sad lost puppy, begging for forgiveness.

“Get what?”

Peter gulped and sighed, kicking his feet and staring at the ground below.

“N-nothing,” he grumbled. “Go back to the party and be with Steve. Maybe you’ll get it with him.” You stared at him in bewilderment and confusion, furrowing your brow.

“Peter, what are you talking about?!” you yelled, growing angrier by the second. “You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend. It’s not like we ever really dated!”

“You don’t have to remind me.” Peter spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at you before he shook his head. “Forget it.”

You were taken aback by his behaviour as he went back inside and stormed to his room, ignoring your calls of his name. You stayed outside for a moment after he left, wiping your eyes and regaining your composure before heading inside.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked you, worriedly resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded and let out a sniffle, shrugging his hand away.

“I’m fine.”

You noticed that almost everyone in the room was looking at you since they had probably heard the argument outside and it only made you feel worse. May tried to comfort you but you just thanked her before quickly grabbing your stuff and rushing out the door. May sighed once everyone had left, exchanging a worried look with Ned who had stayed to help clean up and talk to Peter.

“How is he?”

Ned shrugged and sighed as he walked out of Peter’s room.

“Not great,” he admitted. “He barely said two words to me.”

May finished washing up the plates and let out a deep sigh. It had been Ned’s idea to invite you, hoping that getting you both in the same room would at least start you on the path to being friends again. May was eager to play along and get you two talking again, but after hearing your fight on the fire escape she couldn’t help but think they had only made things worse.

Meanwhile, Peter was still in his room and screaming into his pillow. He knew he was acting stupid but his feelings just kept getting stronger. He didn’t want to lose you but the more he tried to fix things the more he failed; the carnival, your birthday, the Halloween party. It felt like all he had done all year. He’d screwed everything up and you were all he could think about as he fell asleep that night, your contact open on his phone.

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mimsylovesloki · 3 years

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Episode 6-Play by Play Reactions (Spoilers)

I’m so nervous and excited. Disclaimer: I have spoiled a few minor things for myself for this episode because I’m a self sabotaging dummy who does this whenever I get anxious about a form of media I am watching.

I’m so friggin nervous ahhhhhhhhh

Please tom Hiddleston, don’t do me dirty

Screw you renslayer

Istg if anyone betrays anyone I’m going to riot

Man I miss Classic!Loki already

Isn’t this the music that played when Steve?

OH MY GOSH IM GOING TO CRY WITH ALL OF THE AUDIO REFERENCES

Lol the peter quill lines are perfect because I legit just watched GotG

Nelson Mandela?

Vision???

Lmao Sylvie saying “open your eyes!” Gave me legend of Zelda breath of the wild flashbacks

My heart is rattling against my rib cage with excitement and anxiety

Spoopy castle

Aha another scene or at least location from the trailers!

Oof they’re both anxious too

Pretty gold veins

You were pruned before he even existed? What? No you weren’t? You were kidnapped but not pruned. You were only just pruned lmao.

If kang isn’t the baddy I’m gonna look like such an idiot

AGHH!

Good God that stopped my heart.

He who remains?

KANG?

I don’t trust you Miss Minutes

Man I wanna kill Thanos

Miss minutes I don’t trust you, TEMPTRESS!

If he could make it work, then why couldn’t he allow the timeline to break free normally then huh?

“We write our own destiny now.” Bite me Miss Minutes

Ren Slayer I hope you get chucked into space

How self aware is miss minutes exactly?

I’m actually surprised that Renslayer doesn’t know who it is

Miss minutes is so creepy what the freak

The music is so damn good

“Are we sure he’s even still alive?” Judging by the opening of the door, I’m assuming that yes.

Uhhh hi?

Is this kang?

Or Ryuk lmao

I’m hoping he’s more serious than this jokey seemingly unserious dude. I need some angst.

Is this Kang?

Cmon

So much for easy to kill I guess

Where’s doctor strange when you need him?

I bet classic!loki could kill him easily…

I miss alligator Loki and kid Loki…

Doctor strange sanctum vibes

Hey heart, can you stop beating in my chest? You’re gonna kill me

HAHAHAHAHA YESSSS MOBIUS

Kill her please. I won’t be sad. Do it.

You’re not sorry. Shut up.

HAHAHAHA YEA BOIIIIIII

Ohio? Oh gosh is this a school?

RENSLAYER???

Hahaha she’s just a principal

HAHAHA BREAK THEIR MINDS

Don’t you dare insult my Loki. Love you Sylvie, but she’s nothing compared to Loki in my mind and never will be.

This music is gonna give me a heart attack

Help

Oh so this has happened before?

Wannabe God…

My BPM has got to be like 100

Paved the road? Soooo are you a Loki or???

Who are you? Please be kang or else I��m gonna friggin have to eat a rock like I promised.

This dude is literally a Fan Fiction writer oml

Sylvie? Please trust Loki. Don’t betray him.

Yea yea Renslayer I know that it’s crazy your whole life is a lie but you’re an idiot.

You’re a variant too you dumb dumb.

Yea you betrayed him. You betrayed the timeline.

Where the hell are you going?

PRUNE HER

DO IT

OH COME ON

PRUNE HER FOR CRIPES SAKE

Ughhhhhhh cmon Mobius…

In search of free will? What? Then WHY NOT TAKE MOBIUS WITH YOU

Dang that was disappointing Mobius got knocked down that easily…

Oh my gosh Tom Hiddleston’s voice is rumbling in my headphones good God

Kang?

KANG THE CONQUEROR?

PLEASE

GIVE ME AFFIRMATION

Oof even he has variants

Dude loves Apples more than Ryuk

But he also sat on the chair like L

Is he like a celestial? Related to one?

Hush you wannabe Saint

Alioth?

Okay but HOW did you harness its power. What’s your technology then? You can’t just say that and not explain how.

Is he drunk?

Okay L

He’s like L, Light Yagami, and Ryuk all in one.

Your variants? Then who are you?

GAMBIT LIKE FROM THE X MEN UNIVERSE? I’m kidding… sigh…

Okay mandalorian

My heart is still beating fast why

If I don’t make another appearance again, know I died of a heart attack

Why would he give up control huh?

Is he a Loki?

“I’m older.” Dude you look like you’re 30 tops. What’s your secret? How are you immortal if you’re only man? Or are you not a midgardian?

Both sitting with swords.

Multiversal war heh? DOCTOR STRANGEEEEE THEYRE AT IT AGAIN

He’s kinda calling her out a lil lmao

Both of them

HEART CAN YOU CALM DOWN?? I TOOK MY PILLS! WHY YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A PANIC ATTACK.

Hello? Something happening you didn’t expect?

Threshold?

Of what?

This dude is a good actor. He’s playing the demented, crazed, power man well.

What’s the third option? There can’t only be two.

My heart is friggin dumb. Can you not??? I’m legitimately annoyed by how hard and fast it’s beating.

What’s that in your hand buddy?

Bud?

What, is it an honesty detector or something?

You can really tell this guy is tired of life and everything

Aaaaand they’re fighting

Girls girls, you’re both pretty. Can I go home now?

Oh no…

Sylvie, no, stop it.

SYLVIE!!! Trust Loki!

Cmon there has to be a third option

Sylvie DAMMIT

TRUST HIM

Protagonists fight before the climax cliche *ding!*

GET OUT OF MY HEAD CINEMASINS

Dammit now she knows magic too

HE DOESN’T WANT THE THRONE YOU DUMB DUMB

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want a throne. I just want… I just want you to be okay.”

OH?

HELLO?

It’s the onceler fandom all over again

Kiss and betrayal

COME ON MAN

Loki can’t catch a break. He just gets betrayed again and again.

How did she know how to use that.

Oop. Rip.

“See you soon.”

Sylvie, you messed up.

Now what?

Poor doctor strange. Dudes gonna have his hands full lmao.

Tom Hiddleston BETTER be in Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness

My chest is actually moving from how hard my heart is beating what the heck

Poor Loki

All he knows is pain and hurt. And whenever he thinks he’s getting love, love, like a dagger, hurts him.

CMON TOM DONT MAKE ME CRY WITH YOUR STELLAR ACTING

How is this going to end????

WHAT

Mobius???

WHY DID MOBIUS FORGET HIM

NEW STATUE? IS IT TOO LATE?

WHAT

THATS THE END????

WHAT?

BUT

WHAT???

WHAT

HOW

WHY

WHAT THE HELL?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CREDITS??????????

Funky music but…

WHAT

WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHY DID MOBIUS FORGET LOKI

WHY DID THE TIME KEEPERS STATUE GET REPLACED?

END CREDIT SCENE?

SEASON 2 CONFIRMED OKAY SO

AGHHHHHHHHHH!

I—WHAT?

BUT

WHEN IS SEASON 2???

HOW LONG WILL I HAVE TO WAIT?

WAS THAT KANG OR DO I HAVE TO EAT A ROCK?

WILL SEASON TWO FOLLOW DIRECTLY AFTER SEASON ONE OR IS THIS LEADING UP TO THE DR STRANGE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS AND WILL SEASON TWO FOLLOW THAT?

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MY HEART

SYLVIE WHY

YOU TRAITOR

BUT AT LEAST IT WASN’T A BETRAYAL IN THE WAY I FEARED IT WOULD BE

BUT STILL

I AM LOOKING AT THE CREDITS IN THE OTHER LANGUAGES TO SEE IF THEY REFER TO HE WHO REMAINS AS KANG

I DON’T WANT TO EAT A ROCK

MY BRAIN IS MELTING

MY HEART IS… AGHHHHHHHHHHH

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Kirishima x reader - just a dream

(A/n): Now this wasn’t a request, but it was something I wrote about a year ago that I found in my notes. It was for one of my closest friends, so I turned it into an x reader. If they happen to stumble upon this, and wish for me to take it down, then I will have no problem doing so. (And if you do find it and want me to take it down dude I’m reallyyyyy sorryyyyyy)

⚠️ warnings - uhh-angst? none.

Pronouns - gender neutral, they/them

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“Hey-Kirishima..?”

The red haired boy looked up from his drink. People bustled in and out of the coffee shop he and (Y/n) were currently sitting in. (Y/n) took a small sip from their beverage.

“Hm?” Kirishima hummed. (Y/n) looked nervous. People roared with laughter and conversation around them, contrasting the sudden silence they come across.

“I...I need to get something off my chest, red”

(Y/n) averted his gaze. They brought their cup back to their lips absentmindedly, taking a longer sip this time. Kirishima followed suit.

“So...uh...how do I say this...” (y/n) mumbled, words overlapping each other. Kirishima looked at (y/n) intently. “I’ve had certain...feeling about you and I-it’s not in a friend way...”

(Y/n) never met Kirishimas gaze. They instead silently sipped at their cup, thinking of their next words.

“So...I just want to say that I...I love you..”

Kirishimas eyes soften as he finally looked away. Right as (y/n) looked at him too. Noticing he now stared off into his drink, they quickly looked back down.

“I...” Kirishima started. (Y/n) looked up at their best friend.

“I’m sorry. I...like someone else...”

Those few words stung like daggers through (y/n’s) chest, each one burning more after the other. Kirishima held a look of pity as (y/n) just sat there, engulfing them both in silence. It was like the whole cafe went quiet.

(Y/n) was the first to break the silence.

“Who-who is it..?” (y/n) piped up, trying to sound happy but failing miserably. Kirishima exhaled with a smile.

“Well theres this person-and I don’t really know why I like them. Actually-there’s no possible reason why I WOULDN’T like them! They’re super funny, and they fight SUPER manly! Not to mention they’re always saving my ass-and whenever they walk into the room? Oh my gosh it’s like it gets all bright and stuff!! Sadly, they probably don’t feel the same-but that’s okay. They’re still my closest Brofriend...” Kirishima rambled on dreamily, resting his head on his palm. Each word dug into (Y/n’s) heart like arrows to a target.

“Cmon man just-just spit it out already..!” (Y/n’s) joked around, playfully punching Kirishima on the shoulder lightly with a trembling hand. The red head chuckled lightly.

“It’s...it’s Mina..”

(Y/n’s) smile faltered. “I-I’m sorry...who?”

“It’s...time to wake up.”

(Y/n’s) eyes snapped open. They bolted upright and looked around their room. (Y/n) sighed and rubbed at their temples. “God...” (y/n) groaned. (Y/n) glanced at their alarm clock.

6:30 am.

(Y/n) sighed once more and groggily got up from their bed and stretching.

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(Y/n) couldn’t get the dream out of their head. It played over and over again like a broken record. Of course, they had to have that dream on the day they planned on confessing too.

At the same coffee shop as well.

“You okay (n/n)??” Kirishima said, waving his hand across (y/n’s) face multiple times. they were in hero’s class with all might, and they were working on they’re ultimate moves and such.

(Y/n) shrugged. “It’s all good, I’m just really out of it today.” Kirishima smiled.

“B-by the way, you wanna hangout today at the coffee shop after school? I uh, I need to tell you something.” (Y/n) said, immediately recalling the events in their dream. They gulped.

“Sure bro!-“ Kirishima started. They were immediately wrapped up in Aizawas capture weapon, tightening up more and more by the second.

“Stop talking and get back to work. If you want to talk, then do that outside of class..” Aizawa grumbled tiredly.

“G-gotcha sensei!” (Y/n) and Kirishima rasped out in unison. The capture weapon loosened and the pair exhaled sharply.

“A-anYWAYS, haAh goD, i-I’m down...” Kirishima huffed, still surprised from aizawas sudden attack. (Y/n) exhaled and placed a hand on their chest. “Well, see you there red!”

They both went back to work.

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The day was over, and (y/n) was waiting anxiously infront of the school for Kirishima to arrive. “Heyyy! (Y/nnnnnnn)!” Kirishima called. (Y/n’s) heart skipped a beat as their fingers shook from nervousness. “R-ready to go out?” (Y/n) said, voice cracking a little.

“Heck yeah!”

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The two arrived at the small cafe, and took a seat. “Whaddya want man? I’ll order for you.” Kirishima mused.

“Uh-ill just get a small coffee...” (y/n) said. Kirishima smiled once more before disappearing into the line. (Y/n) let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Is this even a good idea anymore? (Y/n’s) head swarmed with negative thoughts and doubts. I mean, if that dream was a warning, maybe I should just say nothing and enjoy the day with my best friend-

“I’m back (y/n)!” Kirishima hollered as quietly as possible. He held up two cups. “And I got our drinks!”

“Niiiiice” (y/n) mused, a drop of sweat crawling down their face. Kirishima took a seat in front of them and slid their drink to them.They took hold of it, and brought it to their lips tentatively.

“So...” Kirishima said , resting his hand on the back of his seat. “Didn’t ya wanna tell me something?”

(Y/n’s) blood ran cold. They closed their eyes and took another sip. “Y-yeah, actually..” Kirishima tilted his head to the side.

“What’s the matter bro? You seemed out of it the whole day-is everything alright??”

‘Well, there’s no backing down now...’ they thought. (Y/n) cleared their throat and placed both hands on the rim of the coffee table.

“Uh-well, yeah I do need to ask you something.” (Y/n) said. Kirishima looked worried now. “B-but it’s not anything serious!” (Y/n) frantically rushed out.

“what is it man? You know you can talk to me, we’re best bro’s!” Kirishima smiled, pounding a fist lightly against his chest. (Y/n’s) heart swelled.

(Y/n) shook that feeling off. “It’s nothing really but...uh...do you, per se, like anyone? Like, like like someone?”

Kirishima looked up from his drink. It was loud, just like in kairus dream. That wasn’t good reassurance.

Kirishima smirked sheepishly and took a long drink from his cup, before sighing contently and setting it down with a thud.

“Yes, actually...”

(Y/n) felt a pang in their chest. They already assumed he had someone who caught his eye the same way he caught theirs but...just hearing it out loud is so...

(Y/n) pressed their lips into a thin line. “W-what are they like?” (Y/n) said, forcing a smile. Kirishima blushed. (Y/n’s) face darkened.

“Well, they’re super funny, and they fight SUPER manly! Not to mention they’re always saving my ass-and whenever they walk into the room it’s like it gets all bright and stuff-”

(Y/n’s) eyes blurred up. It was exactly like their dream. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe it was the world telling them he wasn’t meant for them. Maybe it was just god telling them Kirishima is just a friend to them, nothing more, nothing less.

They let Kirishima continue, though they already knew what he was going to say.

He was going to say he liked Mina, and (y/n’s) pathetic heart would break all over again.

“-Sadly, they probably don’t feel the same-but that’s okay. They’re still my closest brofriend.”

Tears unwillingly welled up in (y/n’s) eyes. They blinked them away and looked back up to a cheerful looking Kirishima, whose face went from happy to worry.

“(Y/n)-for like the millionth time today-is everything al-“

(Y/n) stood up from their seat. Rather abruptly, that is. Their chair knocked back, causing a weird screeching noise. Many people turned their heads in their direction and most of their conversations halted.

A flurry of emotion blew past (y/n) as tears finally spilled down their cheeks. Kirishima looked intensely concerned.

“I-I can’t-“ (y/n) squeaked out as they made a beeline for the exit. They just barley stepped out of the cafe as they felt a warm hand grip their wrist. They was immediately met face to face with a distressed, but pitiful looking Kirishima.

“(Y/n) I...do you know who I’m describing..?” Kirishima said, looking away. (Y/n) pursed their lips. “Of course I do, it’s Mina-“

“No, it isn’t.”

(Y/n) looked puzzled. Kirishima still looked off to the side. (Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows.

“Who...who is it?”

(Y/n) braced themself for the answer. If it wasn’t Mina, it was probably someone else like asui, or yaoyorozu, or hell even Bakugou-

“It’s you”

(Y/n) stared intensely at their best friend. Kirishima finally met (y/n’s) gaze. (Y/n) was at a loss for words. Words couldn’t even explain how was they were feeling right now.

They pulled Kirishima into a hug, as that was all they were able to do at the moment. Kirishima took their lack of response as an okay sign to hug back.

People were probably staring at them, but they couldn’t care less.

It was only Kirishima and (y/n) at that moment.

“So...what did ya wanna say to me, (n/n)?”

(Y/n) looked at him. They smiled genuinely for the first time since they arrived.

“I love you, red.”

Kirishima smiled aswell, and pecked the top of (y/n) forehead softly.

“I love you too, (n/n).”

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So-I have nO idea how taglists work, and I’m asUMing that you just tag them everytime you write a thing, so (pleasE) feel free to correct me on this, @kenmas-consoles

#kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima headcanon #mha kirishima #kirishima x you #kirishima imagine #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha fic #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader

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