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poem!!!!

I wrote this one on 8/28/25

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The first breath of fall. 

The not-even-September-yet breeze. 

Walking on the gravel, 

Walking on the leaves. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The leaves go crunch. 

The gravel goes crunch. 

The early spring grass crunch. 

The mid summer crunch of cicada shells. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

We are timeless. 

We are art. 

Summer, spring, winter, autumn. 

All the same. 

All timeless. 

All us. 

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poem I wrote abt the stage

I yearn for the stage,

The heat of the old stage lights hitting me. 

The state of hundreds of people. 

It makes me feel like I’m worth something. 

Worth people driving to the old building. 

Worth having them sit in the audience and watch my subpar acting. 

The stage is where I feel accepted. 

Filling my life with hobbies,

So I’m never alone. 

Never alone when I’m alone. 

Never alone when I have something to do. 

Never alone when I have lines to memorize

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Aizawa x reader onshot

this was a request! Hope you enjoy! It’s an Aizawa x reader where healer!user finds injured!aizawa

It was a surprise, seeing him wounded. He was a pro hero, EraserHead. He was curled up on the ground, a concrete pillar on his legs. You suck in a breath, the way his legs were crumpled. Your eyes dart around, no one was going to help him, everyone was helping the more popular heroes. 

You rush to him, ripping off your overshirt, leaving yourself in your undershirt. You weren’t even worried about that for now. You had other shirts. 

“Sir, are you okay?” You ask the hero, you could smell the blood off of him. 

He mumbles a gentle, “Yeah. I’m fine.” He chuckles dryly. 

“You okay if I take you to my home to patch you up?” He nods gently. You wrap the ripped portion of the shirt around his legs. You struggle to pick the man up, carrying him to your small car. It was awkward trying to shove a tall man into a car. 

“Can you please try and sit, and get in there?” You ask, you wanted to be kind. Plus he was a hero, and no one else was looking to help him. 

Your small, light cyan smart box car that you could barely fit in comfortably, Aizawa was barely able to fit in the snug backseat. You speed, trying your best not to get in trouble with the law but he was not doing well. 

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Once you return to your small apartment you set Shouta down on your green loveseat. “Hold on, I’m going to grab water for you, do you need anything else?”

The injured hero shakes his head, you grab a random glass cup from your mismatched cubboard. His hand reaches out and he drinks it in two long sips.

“So uhh, Mr. Eraser Head-“ You say, not knowing what else to call him.

“Shouta or Aizawa is fine. You don’t need to be all fancy about it.” He replies, his normal monotone voice but a little bit of something else you can’t tell what it is.

“Oh cool, my name’s Y/N. So, I have a healing quirk, so I’ll do that. It takes a lot of my energy though.” You place your hand on his crumpled bones, and slowly and painfully the bones reform themself. His whimper pierces the air. You’ve seen him on TV before, of course since he is a hero. And you’ve never expected this man to whimper.

“It’s okay, you okay? I can take a break. It’s almost done anyway.” You explain, you didn’t want him in pain, even though it was sort of his profession. You never liked seeing people in pain. 

“No, it’s fine,” He brushes it off, even though the feeling of every little crack in his bones forming back together wasn’t the greatest.

“So, what villain were you fighting?” You question as his bones morph together and you grab a glass of water for yourself. 

“Dabi, he’s part of the LOV, he set some shit on fire and it fell.” He explains it like it’s an everyday occurrence for heroes like him, and it probably is. 

“Do you want to stay here for a bit and rest up?” You ask gently. He probably needed a little rest before you brought him home anyways.

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“So, what made you want to go into heroing?” Your curiousity gets the best of you and you tilt your head.

“I… I had a friend, and we were going to start an agency together, but we couldn’t.” 

You look at him and realize you shouldn’t press any farther. “Oh, uhm. I-I work at a hospital nearby. It’s hard to get any other job with a healing quirk, ya know?”

“We could probably use another healer at the school I teach at. The main class I teach is a wreck when it comes to getting hurt.” He explains casually. 

“I didn’t realize you were also a teacher, that’s cool. I’m guessing it’s at one of those cool fancy hero schools?”

He nods. You both make your way to the bed. You lay in bed together talking for a little longer. You both fall asleep. 

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sooo new intro post

I’m Creedence. I’m a fanfic author, who’s working on a short story.

I do take requests. The fandoms I write for are Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, My Hero Academia, Sally Face, and some Harry Potter. Ships I do for MHA, are X reader especially with Dabi, Bakugou, and Hawks but anyone from the first 4 seasons. For Hazbin Hotel I’m most comfortable with, Alastor x reader, Lucifer X reader, Radio Silence, Radio Apple, but I’ll do whatever you request. For helluva boss, I usually do Stolitz, But I’m open to anything. Sally face, I do Larry X reader, Sal X Travis, Sal X reader, and ones either just the friend group.

also, I do Creepypasta. Just send me a request with the character and I’ll get back to you!

Anyways, yall can request.

sometimes I also do vent posts, just ignore those lol.

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OMG the Alastor x reader fic ur writing is soooo good. Can't wait for another chapter 🤩🤩🤩

THANKSSS. I’m currently working on the next chapter idk when it’ll release tho

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Go my habitlings

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covet-Basement Larry x reader

Larry Johnson x reader. mental hospital au

very silly.

It was a chilly day, you assumed, late November early December. You were in a small brick hospital named Washington State Twin Rivers Hospital. You were in the pediatric unit for patioents 13-18. You had been here for weeks. Dressed in your light blue scrubs, you pad your way over to the day room for snack time.

One of the techs Becka- you think her name is announces, “We will be getting a new patient later this evening.” 

You don’t ponder too hard on that and grab a bag of goldfish, sinking into one of those rough vinyl chairs that are nailed to the ground. You watch whatever stupid show that’s playing on the television caged by glass.

You were reading one of the books they had let you bring from home, Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, when you hear the locked double doors open. A scrawny guy with long brown hair, a very long nose, and was quite tall walks in. He was dressed in a pair of blue scrubs just like everyone else. It’s very clear that he has been rained on. You peer out the windows and the rain is thudding down. 

The same staff from early says, “Everyone, this is Larry. He is the newest resident. Treat him the way you want to be treated.” She points him to his new assigned seat, right next to you. 

You roll your eyes, she says that about everyone that comes in. He plops next to you, the chair hissing as the air escapes the cushion. “I’m Larry. Larry Johnson” He chatted. His voice low and husky. 

You look at him, he looked kind enough. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You smile softly at him, trying to be polite and welcoming. “Well, Larry, it looks like it’s been raining heavily. Hopefully it stops soon.”

He replies with a chuckle, “ya know what they say, it can’t rain all the time.”

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CHAPTER TWO

Walking through the hallways with the rest of the unit to the cafeteria. Going through the carpeted passageways, going past the gym, therapy rooms, and other units- you point all of these out to Larry, showing him the way to the lunch room. 

The techs give everyone their meal cards, the cards have the patients name, unit, allergies and age. They also have a red or green circle on them, showing if the patient has an allergy. 

Larry, who was standing in the line next to her, peaks over. “Carrots? Really, you’re allergic to carrots?” He snickers at you, but not in a rude way. 

“Yeah I am,” You peak at his card. “You’re allergic to passion fruit? That’s so weird” You tease him back. He gasps and clutches his pearls- feigning offense. 

“Gasp, Y/N. You wound me so.” The short Asian lady scoops out some grey meat and I grab a salad. 

“So let me tell you the basic rules, Larry. No drinking Doctor Pepper , we cannot have caffeine,” The next thing I say in a whisper, “We aren’t supposed to whisper. Also, another basic one, no hurting yourself or others, and we really aren’t supposed to cuss, but fuck that, and we aren’t supposed to talk about why we are here.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Wet cigarettes 

It was music therapy Saturday, you and Larry were outside with the rest of the unit in the fenced in court yard. 

You play a song called Wet Cigarettes by Strawberry Milk Cult. You and Larry seem to be the only one enjoying it. After that song ends, the therapist- Miss June asks Larry what he wants to play. He chooses Singularity by Sanity Falls. He stares intently at the speaker as it plays, his head gently bobbing.

“This reminds me of one of my friends… his names Sal.” He mumbles, barely above a whisper. 

You let a low “Hmph” sound, wondering about what he said, but not prying any deeper. 

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Larry has been here for a week, every two weeks they have a visitation, a friend or some family can come over. 

You were sitting a few seats away from where you and Larry had sat just that day at supper in the cafeteria. Other people besides staff and patients were not allowed on unit. 

While waiting for your people to come in, you and Larry made light conversations- gossiping about some of the patients. 

A short, gremlin looking man with blue hair and a mask walks in and sits in the seat infront of Larry. And your friend, a tall brunette girl comes over and sits infront of you. They all share a look of recognition.

Larry turns to you, “You never told me you knew Ashley?” He says extremely surprised. 

Casually you explain, “Me and Ashley have been friends since I went to Nockfell elementary. Then I moved into the next town over.” 

You explain and then the three start making conversation. “So, Y/N, this is that friend I told you about, Sal.” Larry explained. 

“Oh cool, hi Sal, I’m Y/N L/N.” You reply.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Some people call me Sally Face, due to the mask.”

You nod, and continue talking to Ash. 

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CHAPTER 4: DOLL PARTS

You were sitting on the couches with your close friend Larry, watching some drama show neither of you gave a shit about. 

You had some mindless conversations when you ask, “so how’d you get sent here, if ya don’t mind me asking? I… I tried to overdose on pills.”

He thinks for a second and replies, “I drank something I shouldn’t have.. on purpose and one of my friends found me…” he explains, sighing deeply.  

“Sometimes 

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Ever since that conversation you and Larry have gotten closer, becoming close friends. 

It had been about three days since he admitted why he was here. You were lying on the floor in your shared room. 

“I wonder if this place even does anything..” He muses, sitting on the wooden desk, doodling. “I havent had one-on-one therapy since day one.”

You chuckle humorlessly, he wasn’t wrong. This place wasn’t the best. 

“It’s so lonely in here. One phone call a day is not enough. It’s so lonely.” You say dryly. You wish you could melt into the floor and become part of it. 

He continues drawing, you knew he enjoyed painting, but you were only allowed paint in the gym, and it was quiet time. He was scribbling what looked like a skull onto his journal. 

“I miss cigarettes,” You say, your thoughts drifting idly. He gets a wolfish grin on his face. 

“Welllllll..” He chuckles. “When Sal came over… he might’ve snuck me a few packs of Marlboro Reds.” He giggles mischievously. “I also got a lighterrrr.”

He lights one and you pass it around like a blunt. You wait for a staff to come, but they never do. Even as the room fills with the stench of smoke no one ever comes. They were probably too busy gossiping about patients to do their jobs. You and Larry had overheard the staff talking about Sal and his mask, that had really irked him, even if he never mentioned it. 

It was just you, him, and the wafting sent of smoked fags go through the vent. You had almost smoked through 2.5 boxes when a staff knocks on the door. 

Larry shoves on in his jean pocket, you shove them under your head. The staff sniffs the air, “what’s that smell?” Comes through his mouth. He probably already knew. But of course you two lied and said it was an old sweater that smelled like that. 

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Alastor yn part FIVE

I like this one kinda. Love yall

“Uhm. I think so. I got it for dirt cheap from an antique joint.” You mutter. 

“Oh, my Lucifer! It is mine!” He sees the “property of” sticker, and almost jumps out of his skin. 

You had never expected this deer demon to get this excited over his old radio. 

“I could have sworn it was red with the blood of my victims.” His voice was eerie- not in an average way but hoarse and whispery. 

You were honestly scared by this weird deer guy. So you respond awkwardly, “yeah sorry, I scraped it off.”

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sorry

I’m not gonna be online as much. Stuffs been rlly bad.

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"You ever wonder what would have happened if we had died for real?"

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I got a dog!!

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Alastor x reader. PART 4

Yall. I like this one. This was the funnest to write. Love yall

Angel Dust was messing around in Alastors studio when he presses a button, fuck, what does that do. He shrugs and runs off back to his room. 

When Alastor returns to the radio station, he notices something is up. Though he can't tell what is wrong. 

When Alastor starts his evening broadcast, He notices something is awry. Al hears background noise coming from his microphone. 

The sounds of someone drinking their afternoon tea. Quiet chinks of glass, slurping, the hum of slow jazz from a record player. 

"Hello, my dear listeners, my microphone is acting up. I can hear someone drinking tea. Please, if this is you, say your name and hello."

You pause. Was he talking to ME?

You clear your throat, "Hello, my names YN."

"Oh well, hello Y/N! What a pleasure to meet you."

He continues talking to you for multiple days, into weeks, into about a month. You become close friends. 

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He realizes something. He can travel through radio signals. Can Alastor travel to the human world using this humans radio?

 He decides, while the human is sleeping, he will find them. 

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Y/N goes to sleep, getting into an oversized sweater, and socks. You fall into your bed, turn the radio on your bedside table on, and stare at the ceiling. You have old star stickers on there from when you first moved in. You drift into a soft sleep in about 20 minutes. 

You wake up suddenly. A crash! Static fizzes out into the room. Loud as a freight train. You flail and fall out of your bed. 

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He stares at the flailing terrified figure. He watches as they open their eyes. Their orbs meet his dial pupils. They look terrified at the large demons form.

He laughs quite maliciously. "Good morning my dear!"

You recognize his voice, that's the radio dude. 

"You look weird." You blurt out. Oops. That was mean. "Sorry. Your.. uh not human."

"Of course I'm not, dear. I'm a demon! The radio demon!" He laughs. He looks around the room, seeing and critiquing every little thing. His eyes catch one detail. “Is that my radio?” He questions, he seems oddly excited. 

You should be terrified it’s his. You scraped blood off of this radio, but after days and weeks of listening to his talk about everything and anything you were close to him. 

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Will you be posting more often???

I’ll tryyy but schooool and studying and homework suckss. Give me like 2-3 weeks then it’ll be updates every 2 weeks

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Behold.

My son.

I birthed him.

He is my little bebe.

And I love him.

You also love him.

Because he's but a little boi.

He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.

But this is okay.

Because we love him.

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