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tiramisugrl · 2 months ago

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Omg no way I’d love to ready any and all of your essays on midnights!!! Also I completely forgot the karma Ice spice remix existed until you mentioned it oops 🤭🤭 also I really liked that comparison you drew to the 1989 cuz I see a lot of ppl comparing the 2 as ppl albums but that 20 year old —> 30 year old arc? It’s soooo intriguing and I see it now esp with songs like midnight rain or question. What other songs do you think fit this arc, and would you connect any of them to songs in 1989?

for brevity, i've chosen three songs from each album to compare to each other to show, how taylor has evolved between 1989 and midnights, and how the latter carries over themes from the former. and i'm gonna put it under the cut bc it got kinda long woops

Bland Space & Anti-Hero

Blank Space was the first time she wrote a song being self-aware (technically shake it off came first, as a single, but i'd argue blank space is more specific). It's specifically about how her dating life is perceived in the public eye, and she acknowledges how it is kind of ridiculous, but also that, even though the men she dates know what they're signing up for, they still decide to date her.

Anti-Hero follows the same theme of self-awareness, though now, almost a decade later, her fame is in focus, because she's become the monster on the hill, the most famous woman in the room at any given moment, and for some, the public included, this is grating. And she knows that, and points out, that she's aware of her faults, and she's sorry, but she is who she is. There is also more angst about her legacy - "I have this dream my daughter in-law kills me for the money" - which again shows that her priorities have changed. Of course she's worried about if her lover leaves her when he gets tired of her schemes, but what if one of her children marries someone who's more interested in her money than in them and is willing to kill for it? What does that say about her as a potential mother?

Out Of The Woods & Question...?

This one is kind of obvious, but stick with me. The way I see it, after love & heartbreak, Harry Styles is her eternal muse. It's a relationship she keeps returning to throughout her discography, and I have to wonder if it's because that relationship really did a number on her, and even after all these years she keeps lying awake at night wishing it had turned out differently. I also theorize that after all these years, Styles has become less of a person in her mind than a concept. The one that got away, the great love of her early 20s. She's never writing about him as a person anymore (post 1989, including vault tracks), but merely as a symbol of eternal regret and youth wasted. With this in mind, let's get into the songs:

OOTW asks the question: are we out of the woods yet? Can we stop fretting about our relationship and how it looks to the public and just be in it? She says "We were built to fall apart, then fall back together". She knows this relationship is doomed, but she is also convinced that they will find their way back together eventually. At this point in her life, Styles is her recent ex and she's closer to the situation, so we're able to get more details of their relationship (the Polaroid, the accident, moving furniture so they could dance etc). Even though this relationship has already ended, and she's remembering back to it in the present, it's still a fresh wound. Maybe even a wound that will never heal.

Question opens with "I remember", sampling OOTW and tying it directly to that song, that period of her life, and Styles. Now in her 30s she's lying awake at night, and asking herself, and him, what the fuck actually happened back then, and why did he treat her like that. "Did you wish you put up more of a fight?" Do you regret it? Do you miss me like I miss you? "Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that meteor strike?". By now, her relationship with Styles is a distant memory, and he himself has become a muse for her to escape to from her current, unsatisfactory relationship. The lyrics are less specific too, we only really get any details in the chorus, because Styles merely a concept at this point, an amalgamation of all her exes into one, and she's asking all of them: do you wish it had turned out differently?

New Romantics & Hits Different

This one is a little silly, but also very serious.

New Romantics is about moving to New York with a broken heart but trying to have fun with your friends regardless. It's about being young and having fun and not worrying about love or anything else, and it's about valuing the people in your life who are there for you, and not chasing someone who doesn't care about you. "The best people in life are free".

Hits Different, compared, is a kind of devolution. She's still at the club, but she can't stop thinking about her ex, and though her friends try to cheer her up, it's just not working. If New Romantics is the pre-game where you get dressed to go out and forget about your ex, Hits Different is the six hours and a bottle of vodka later, where you go to the bathroom and stare drunkenly at your reflection in the mirror - all red eyes and smudged mascara - and you break down crying because you just thought of your ex again. Escapism can't mend a broken heart. And that's what she has realized on this song. This ex, this is the one she can't get over, no matter how hard she tries. Who this ex is, however, we'll never know. My money is still on Styles.

#spending my birthday analysing taylor swift songs. love that for me #secret santa #also haylor is fascinating to me. i don't ship them but i love how obsessed taylor is w him. very scorpio of her #also sorry santa i know you mentioned question in the ask but i CANNOT talk about 1989 & midnights without question. it is what it is #taylor swift #midnights #1989

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joytraveler · 2 years ago

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61. Special Treat For Super Players

The screen goes black, and one by one, sixty stars light up on the screen, which must be the game counting up how many games you've finished. When all sixty stars disappear, Joyce's face reappears with that same big smile.

["You are a wonderful player! You make me feel very appreciated. Thanks from Joy Traveler!"

["Did you know that many of the games in this collection were made by children?"]

Joyce hides her mouth but you can tell she's giggling. ["Sometimes it shows! But the children made them all by themselves! And now..."]

She slides off the screen and is replaced with a new logo: JOY GAME MAKER. ["...so can you!"]

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!" Bea, who looked like she was on the brink of dozing off, is suddenly full of energy and spinning around in her chair! Good thing she put down the controller first! "HOW DO I DO IT! Tell me moooore..."

Baconnaise: Bea. You're drooling. Chill. aroseahorseboy I'M drooling HNV: I don't think you'll be able to do much, you don't have a keyboard!

Upon pressing start, the player is brought to a screen with what looks like a big schoolroom, with Joyce herself sitting at the desk at the front. Every element in the room seems to have a function. There's an art easel, which is presumably for drawing sprites; a piano, for music; a tape recorder; a map on the wall; and an open door leading to the playground outside. Hard to tell what some of these things mean at this point! Looks like you can select Joyce too.

Bea has quickly doodled several of her followers as bees (their "beesonas") before she even clicks on Joyce, presumably for tips on how to actually MAKE a game. "I should probably have realized sooner that you guys won't actually be able to PLAY this but, too late now"

Syrupentine: YOU DREW HONEY SYRUP! *dies happy*

When you pick Joyce, she stands up and pulls down a screen, prompting:

[What kind of game would you like to make?]

There are at least 30 different game models to make, starting with side-scroller, shmup, 2D fighter, all the way to JRPG and Board Game!

She selects 2D fighter! "FIGHT FOR MY AFFECTION, HAHAAH!!"

The screen closes and returns to the classroom, but now "2D Fighter" is written on the chalkboard-- and two people are practicing fighting outside the window! Looks like that's where the game design happens.

When Bea chooses the playground, she takes control of Glem! By standing on different spots and pressing the shoulder buttons, she can change how he handles, making him faster or slower, jumping higher or lower, even changing his friction against the ground.

aroseahorseboy: is it odd to anyone that we're making a game in a genre that we haven't even seen yet in this collection?

"Well there's got to be at least one, or it wouldn't have the option!" she tries to adjust the controls to make a good balance of strength and speed. "Too floaty, too slow.. there we go, just right"

berd_snurglar: make mine a bumblebee cuz i bumble shit up all the time lol

"FINALLY! Ok, I think, maybe, we can take this for a test run now, at the very least. Thanks for your patience, guys! ....Guys?"

"...Well that's it for Press Bea today, see you tomorrow with more Joy Traveler!"

aroseahorseboy: no no i'm awake, kinda

When Bea chooses the computer disk to save her game, a truck also appears labeled "Export".

She selects it right away, not really thinking. "And off into the wild you go, little friend."

Options appear: [ PC / Mac / Android / iOS ]

".... PC, I guess? This thing's got wireless??"

[Compiling...]

A 'document' opens up with 36 pages to view. Each page has what Bea at first takes to be meaningless garbage, until she scrolls down and sees the boxes in the corners-- they're actually highly complex QR codes.

Baconnaise: Ok anyone speak robot talk GlockRoach: Bea my character has a special move. he has a gun. his special move is he just fucking shoots people with his gun Please put this in berd_snurglar: guys this is a program file that looks like it checks out except bea didn't do shit Klickitat_Street: This is fucking Objective-C... and you wrote it by mooshing a little man around on screen. I write code for a living, Bea. They're paying me to come in, eat donuts, and write things that are less elegant than this.

"NO IDEA WHAT I DID.. That's how kids made these games, it really was just that easy. I thought this was supposed to be a bunch of games for kids, but it's game for kids to make games with!"

GlockRoach: Well that explains a lot Syrupentine: I hope "Renk" finishes his game someday! GlockRoach: He's probably like ten or twenty years older by now at least. Or dead.

"This is ahead of its time NOW, I can't imagine it's all that old!" She looks for a way to test the game itself

Klickitat_Street: It can't be THAT much older if this lets you export to ios and android?

There's a poster of a movie clapboard that says 'action' on the wall; when she chooses it, Bea's game launches!

BUZZKILL! (that's the title she wrote in the fat cartoony font she chose)

Two angry little bees duel with their stingers on the title screen! Pressing start takes you to SELECT YOUR BEE!

"I can't play this because I can't believe it. Sorry, I can't...BEElieve it!"

Syrupentine: I wonder if there's something to let you make a random game... ...that's what the bingo cage on the desk is for, isn't it!!

"Let's find out!" she says. Syrup's bee just defeated Glock's anyway! Sadly she, too, perishes shortly after, having lost her stinger. "Uh.. maybe I can edit that out later"

Syrupentine: I can't believe you put that in... T_T ...I mean literally, that the game even gave you the option to make that happen! GlockRoach: GOTCHA BITCH

"Hey hey be civil now, if I can find out how to send this to you you can just kill each other that way!"

Zooming in on the bingo cage, it spins a few times and spits out a bunch of balls. They're decorated with symbols that aren't immediately meaningful, but there are some familiar icons, including some sprites from other games. Two more balls form a button: OK ?

berd_snurglar: i see some old friends of ours

"Let's see what you come up with on your own, game!"

[Compiling...]

A blue stone title screen pops up with the name written in block letters: PIZZA HERO.

After a moment, though, Joyce's face leans in, looking sheepish. "Is this title okay? If there's anything you don't like in a randomized game, you can pause and change it any time!"

"Looks good to me, Joyce! I come up with worse titles all the time! Besides, those are two things I like, can't go too wrong!”

When the game starts, the player is lost in a deep, dark forest, with only one person in sight to talk to. The player, however, is the green fuzzball from Fuzzed, and the NPC is an Angul! It's not attacking, though.

When Bea approaches the Angul, a dialogue box opens up:

[O BRAVE HERO, WE PRESENT TO THEE A QUEST!] [YOU MUST RETURN THE PIZZA OF COURAGE!]

#jtnuggets #bea #redmom #joyce #mar 9 #baconnaise #aroseahorseboy #hnv #syrupentine #glockroach #berd #klickitat street

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nityarawal · 11 months ago

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Aloha- Daniel is being racist & turned off my power after I paid him rent. I dont feel safe showering here with him screaming at me. Melody said he was violent with her. I told him it's against law to cut power. Would you tell him too? Thanks!

Nitya

Encinitasbeachhome.com

MJ is letting electric know of your hardship. Shut up & turn on electric. Edison said this is violation of law= racism. Cry to someone else faggot.

No. I don't talk to cops. Your dad's bros remember? When you called on Robbers at dead guys next door? They Forgot to look- they were so bust macking on Melody & I. Eon said they pimped us out with cameras. True? He warned Mommies of piggy Trolls. I don't speak to rapists- just witnessed him raping militia camp bros into crime. He's a creep. Sheriff Jeremy Parsons. I'm a reporter you know. Been an editor at 2 magazine and written for dozens of publications. You really should get your head out of your ass & wake up. I disclose all. Journalist of 30 years. Got an issue with my career darling?

Turn on my electric or they could come. It's True. I don't ask them to record my house. It's pitch dark now. No electric.

His attys want to address racism in my business & homes. 40% of California's were sexually discriminated against out of their homes. Tell Martin. Vegas bros get really mad when boys mistreat their little sister. Doesn't go down well with anyone being a mommy hater. Peace.

Would love to roast Parsons if you could let our attys know how gross they were Peeping on us. He's a murderer.

Elon said he'd pay! Shut up! Send Bill to America 1st Legal. He's covering all racism. Call before you get charged on foul play. Connect electric. Gabriel is trying to help you before you fuck up.

Not enough to heat?

We froze with no heat!

How many puppies died waiting for #Cybertruck ?

I'm sleeping in car waiting tonight. My Landlord got manic screaming after spending money on hookers- he forgot to pay electrical bill.

Call us.

FYI: Sent to bff Black belt:

My landlord unplugged electric yesterday. He has $1200 electric bill & paid hooker $300 (who looks like me) to clean his home! He was crying all day! Omg Melody paid $300 last month at Christmas then left him New Years! He finally turned it on after dark but I slept in car anyways. He scared me. He's acting manic screaming everyone out of here. Mikey left with Gemini. It's not mommy friendly. Dogs are freezing! It is pretty cold. Just washing and cleaning after Floods- house still leaks! No heat! He wants $100 more for utilities monthly and also suggested I upgrade to a self sufficient trailer! Does coffee pot, electric blanket, christmas lights & burner cost this much??? I want to upgrade! I need his X gf Melody'ss testimony about IEHP still for America First Legal. Could you send one too? Elon is refunding! So sick of peeps triangulating us into their dramas and lust. I wonder if Daniel Hall Is related to Molly's husband Dr. DREW HALL who treated me after Marine beating? or Chris Hall- the political hooker- whose mom Janet babysat me? He gave Molly a morning after pill SOS. He's sold out. This gaslighting is racist & I had to have my neighbors keep him in check. Melody says he has Syphilis. Wondering if we all do? She appears to be a big pharma spy/hooker from teens in 'hunger games' grooming. Like my kids- how can we hate her? I don't. How do we break chain? Daniel's Step-dad is Obese & lives in Vegas most of time. Adam's pimp contact? Melody said one tenant left because old man wanted to shower with him. I think Daniel is pimped to hookers cuz he's scared of dad. Melody said Daniel beat her out of here so obviously I'm weary. He's a big guy. Prayers! I need to move! Xo

I let my bro & Dr. Sunil know about extortion to get $1200. I'll pay it all when I get KY refunds. Tell Melody to hurry. Did you say Raj at dmv.org tried to bribe y'all? What was Rowen pedophile getaway when Meoldy said you broke her leg about? Truth will set you free. In writing. She's trying to frame you.

He just cut power again. Could you do an intervention please? Thankyou! Xo

30 days is law. Read contract. You're a racist bully. I can go. Refund me and fix this. You owe me. Call America First Legal. They want your testimony. Work.

Well I'll lyk if anyone comes through when my electric is back on!(:

HARD TO DO BUSINESS WITH 9-5 TERRORISM ISNT IT? I let whole legal team know about your tantrum & extortion with shivering puppies etc! Could you put your texts in Google docs and also post on Tumblr for them to analyze? Starving & need to cook! Please dont give them to rescues or kill them. We love puppies! MJ said your mad Charly was raped & thats why you wont let her in warm sauna room with your dogs! Grazie! NITYA

Sent to old landlord Dan:

Aloha! Do you still have my stuff? My landlord is being a dick. I need to move. My place is flooded cold. How are you? Did Danny really die? That really upset me. I hope not. I pray for y'all regardless. Always hope.

Square up for Melody Gray con. @IEHP_healthcare @America1stLegal

Our puppies shivered all week in cold.

My Landlord is cring after spending $1200 on hookers trying to keep up with you. Sheriff Parsons is circling him for pretty gay boy dolly?

@GRIMES_V1 He texted BS all day yesterday for @America1stLegal about Melody Gray.

I had to shit in garden- you are so abusive. Melody will throw your ass into a hospital bro. Karma. Walk the line. Don't F up & blame mom. What's her number? Can she get you? Test for every syphalis there is. Melody admitted you had it. Truth will get you big $$$. You want honest cash & keep dick or not? Physics.

Not sure if I can get out with mud today but I'll walk it & check this afternoon. I think I need to move. Do you have any rentals there? I was paying $300 for leaky trailer off grid here. Thanks!

Excuse me, what's your reason for today's electrical terrorism? Does your friend have her period? Is that why my towel was bloody? Truth. You shit on us everytime you & Melody get PMS & overspend too. You know I don't eat out or spend on heat because I can't afford to. It's OK. You just learn to budget. I can help you for rest of year free- both self sufficient trailers for my family and mommy respect. Your attitude will Felon you.

I am not your C word nor will I ever be. Gross. You're out of line.

Elon wants to refund me for terrorism. $$$ Send in your notes. I don't want to read your diarhea. American First Legal wants every sordid detail of your trafficking stories. You're in luck. Confessions pay commissions. Xo

I'm also sorry if I seem racist against gays. It's just been insane having them steal every man I've been with - now kids. Discrimination against breeders- like Daniel displays- has been my reality. Maybe it's my shitty destiny. Welcome to my 20th+ slumlording. Hope Daniel's kickbacks made it all worthwhile tho. He's on suicide watch around here. We all thought it was him when gunshots went off at neighbors. TG he survived thus far. I am trying to be supportive & stay out of it. He sends senseless hate texts all day to gaslight me. Why? For an electric bill because his room is a sauna for male pets only? He asked me not to sit there when hes not home after he desserted pets most of weekend and had asked for my assistance! Puppies are shivering. I wish Mikey was here still to save them too, like Gemini. Or Melody. She wanted Gemini but he plays politics w/ pets wars too. ): We're all disturbed.

Do you know how many gays tried to recruit me for politics post divorce? Military + 1000's. It's a Fidelity marriage faith I honor. Vows: word: i write. I don't judge. But a little respect from Divorce courts would've been appreciated. It's been hard. Always hoping latest atty will work fidicuary duty to moms & kids. It's an uphill battle alone. I was hoping you could help- as moms. We're all in it together. Moms are a Tribe. Xo

Your pappa came home & understands laws. You're in violation of code with landlord laws once again. Turn on electric. I'm leaving town for a bit to get work/custody done. Not into your drama. Work for your money & tell truth if you want my honest bucks. Lol Not into faggot bullies at all. Encinitasbeachhome.com not down with your BS as a national association realtor. I'll let them know. 40% raped because of spoiled brats like you making a sauna for boy pets. Ew. 30 days Martin confirmed I'm safe. Leave me alone. Grazie. NITYA

Martin was apologetic for Daniel's snotty behavior. Unfortunately this is how divorced enablers spoil children - please teach our kids better. We all agree Daniel is a shit uncle & example for our kids right now. Please protect them. I'll try to get us all refunds- if you were also prejudice against in home & work? This is unfortunately normal for me. Landlords want to f me, their gfs try & when I'm not down they rage. Gross. So unattractive!

It'll work out. Mother Nature wins. Hands down. I'm just an innocent catalyst for highest good. Stay safe! Peace & all love! @elonmuskdaily @elonmuskfanslounge @elonmuskfans @elonmuskparody @elon-daddy @teslamotorsblog @teslamodel3 @americafirst-blog

Xo Mom

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xyfanficarchive · 2 years ago

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The Exchange

Pairing: (child) Henry Creel/001 x (child) 002!Reader

Warnings: child abuse, physical violence, verbal abuse, canon violence, hawkins lab creepiness

Summary: You meet for the first time after 4 months of separation, and Henry does what he does: takes from your memories without asking or caring. But you may be more alike than you seem at first glance, and Henry decides he likes you right away.

Word Count: 4292

Author’s Note: trying to flesh out these 2. thought, lets start right at the very very beginning. any ways.that feeling whe when u wedge a brand new 002 right in the middle of canon and shift everyone else down the line EXCEPT eight and eleven cuz they have to stay right where they are. comments and reblogs are much appreciated. <333 enjoy!!

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You first met in the room that would eventually become the Rainbow Room. In February 1960, the program was in its infancy, and the Rainbow Room was yet still a regular, sterile White Room in a laboratory basement, but its function was the same - an area with assorted children’s toys for recreation. Something to break the monotony of terror you had already endured in the four or so months since you had been abducted. It was pretty lackluster, if you were to be honest, and in any case you were already nine and had lost interest in toys and spent most of your time drawing and reading and the like before you came here anyways - but you didn’t have any real choice in the matter.

As every other day, the nurse who tended to you woke you promptly at 8 a.m., bathed you, dressed you, and took you to breakfast, then back to the bathroom where you brushed your teeth good, and in the mirror she tied your hair back, neat and simple. She said little, she had long since ceased trying to make conversation, and you were glad of it because, though her face never showed it (you had picked through her head early on and figured out she was the type to bottle up her explosive temper forever), her pointed exasperation and annoyance would always sting painfully across your brain. Now, she mostly put out sweet, sweet neutral boredom. ‘Well at least she’s compliant,’ she would think.

By 9:30, you were sufficiently prepped for the activities of the day. By all accounts, it was going to be a mostly regular day, yet from the moment you woke up something very significant was edging up against your nine-year-old prescience, and though it didn’t go unnoticed by you, you really had no clue the extent to which the course of your life would be forever altered, in approximately three minutes and a short walk down the hall.

You were just about to leave the bathroom, hand in hand with the nurse, when the door swung open in front of you. Your muscles seized up in place, your veins filled with ice, rushing cold fear and disgust through your body in an instant. His mere presence ripped you open from the inside, raw and vulnerable, every single time. By now you already knew him from his shoes, but your eyes still trailed up, neatly starched pants, waistcoat and suit jacket combination, dark hair combed up and out of his face. Your gaze met his for a fraction of a fraction of a second, and it jolted through you terribly, sending your eyes shooting rapidly back down at your feet.

“There you are, Number Two,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Nurse Johnson, I can take her from here,” he addressed the nurse at your side, and extended his open hand into your line of sight.

“Of course, Doctor Brenner.” She let go of your hand, and it hung limp at your side. You watched as she shifted past his body in the doorway, turning back to look at you. You never particularly cared for her in any real capacity, but you were struck right away by an almost desperate desire for her to stay, no, you did not want her to leave, or more importantly leave you alone with him. For a moment she met your eyes, her eyebrows drew together just a hair, and something in her shifted slightly underneath the surface, but you couldn’t tell exactly what beneath your own consuming anxiety, and the suffocating energy of the man in front of you. Still, she said nothing, and backed away, her heels clicking all the way down the hall.

“Come now, Y/N, or else we’ll waste all your time in the recreation room just standing here,” he said gently, motioning for you to take his hand, and you mustered up all the strength you had to limply place your small hand in his, still not daring to look at his face, or even hold on as his cold fingers wrapped around your own. There was some slight sense of warmth and affection you felt from him, but it comforted you none.

“And yes, that’s right, Y/N, you get to have time in the recreation room first thing today, isn’t that exciting?” He said as you both retreated from the bathroom door. A resounding “NO” echoed through your head, but your lips stayed sealed as you looked down and focused on stepping in perfect time with the passing floor tiles.

“Still not much interested in speaking, are you?” He questioned. “I understand. Coming here has undoubtedly been a big adjustment for you.” You bristle; as if he could possibly understand. “But you will need to start communicating with us soon. I know you’ve got a big vocabulary up there in your head. I only want to help you here, Y/N, and I need you to speak with us in order to be able to do that.”

You clenched your jaw as you stepped in time, step, step, step, over the cracks, as you hoped desperately that he’ll be the one to stop talking soon. Beside you, Doctor Brenner sighed.

“Well, aside from that,” he muttered dispassionately, “there is something you must know before we arrive. Today, it will be a little different.”

“I’m sure you’re aware by now that there is another child here. After all, there must naturally be a Number One to your Number Two,” he said, and you uprighted and gasped, just a bit. You hoped it didn’t betray your interest too hard. You were, in fact, already aware of this other child. You had glimpsed his blonde head from behind once, about two weeks into your stay here, but that was really only a small part of your awareness of him. He carried an intensity around him that your brain was immediately attuned to - familiar yet different, and crackling with a shadowy terrifying energy. You were inside the house with all the windows and doors wide open on the precipice of a fierce storm; you could smell the ozone, feel the wanting electricity in the air, the thick humidity, see the grey-cast light, and you didn’t even need to poke your head out and look up at the towering black supercell above to know it was there.

You both turned the corner and looked down the hall to the set of double doors at the very end, your destination. “Today, you will be meeting him for the first time. You will be sharing the recreation room. Now, you don’t necessarily have to interact with him but,” he emphasized, “I’m hoping that having a friend might inspire some progress,” he said, and bubbling up from the murky depths of his mind you felt a hint of reticence. It quirked up your curiosity; if you felt anything from him regarding his decisions on what he did with you, it was bold-faced surety, not reluctance. But there was no time to wonder why. You approached the double doors, your little heart thudding in your chest. You could already sense him in there. And with an outstretched hand, Doctor Brenner pushed the door open and guided you inside.

He was sitting at the table in the centre of the room facing you as you came in, framed by the great big mirror on the far end of the wall. On the right side of him your own small reflection stared back at you, wide eyed and stiff with fright, and on the left Doctor Brenner loomed above you both, before he ducked his head down level with yours, to say softly in your ear: “Be nice for me, alright?” And although he was talking to you, you saw in the mirror that his eyes were trained solely on the boy in front of you, while he stared back with a stony flat expression.

Brenner placed a hand on your shoulder to reassure you, and you tensed up at the contact, shoulders raised and hands curled up into little fists as you turned your head towards him, a pained and uncomfortable expression on your face. He only tightened his lips and gave a nod, before he stood up and retreated back through the doors. They closed with a cushioned click, and you were at last left in silence with this odd and intimidating young stranger. Thrust out the front door and left to gawk, so terrifyingly exposed, at the threatening dark cloud hanging overhead, turning and rotating its dizzy slow dance with thunder echoing its warning call in the distance.

He was blonde like you remembered, his hair trimmed short and combed neat to the side. He was a little older than you, you could tell, but matched you in a white t-shirt, deep grey sweatpants and the same flat little slippers. He was thin, but his gaunt facial features were extraordinarily beautiful; his bright, piercing blue eyes made a tingle roll down from your skull to the base of your spine. And you felt it rolling off him in waves, some keening sensation that resonated deep in your mind with your own abilities. You got the intuition that he could probably search you like you could with others, and you wondered for a second if he was doing it right now, looking directly into you and picking through your memories to figure you out.

You stepped back, blazing underneath his scrutinizing eye, and shuffled slowly towards the corner with the white couch and the maze table, his emotionless, unreadable face following you the entire way, unblinking. You sat down meekly on the cushion, drawing your knees together and your arms crossed around your body, shoulders hunched over, without breaking the gaze you were transfixed in. The fact that he was staring so intensely had begun to really make you nervous, and you felt the growing desire to look into him to figure out his deal, but you got the strong sense that his abilities were much greater than yours, or at least much more developed, and he would surely know - and not be pleased at all.

And suddenly, you became aware that it wasn’t actually silent at all as the ticking of the wall clock intruded loud and insistent into your field of consciousness. Your eyebrows came together and you finally broke eye contact with the boy to look around, skirting the perimeter of the wall near the ceiling to find it, where it resided above the double doors. And then you felt something probing, pushing, you whipped your head back to find the boy’s striking blue eyes had closed, and were rolling back and forth, back and forth behind his eyelids.

“What are you doing?” You whispered urgently.

Then, he broke through. He rushed in with practiced fury, rifling through your thoughts and memories, and they passed you by in brief flashes of sensation. You could feel him, he was strong, and you sensed the roiling, bitter black agony that consumed him, cutting deep into his being. It made you want to cry out, but somewhere along the way you lost track of your body as you followed him on his trail of terror through your psyche. He was looking for something, searching, homing in, the most painful part -

“NO! NO! STOP!!” You shrieked inside your head as he welled it up, dragged it up, recent and fresh but buried deep, so deep…

((...his steps stepped and keys jingled angrily behind the front door, you knew it well, different from the happy step and jingle or the neutral step and jingle, and your chest seized, ribs tightening as you glanced around, baby toys strewn about the living room. Your mind flashed to the sink full of dishes, and the mess in your room, and the unfinished homework in your school bag, and you cursed yourself remembering the painting kit that was still set up on the kitchen table - and then he came in, bad day at work, tired and dirty, and you felt his anger like the threatening red glow of the stove element, brushing up near you and radiating its heat into your skin -

He was yelling himself in circles. You closed down. Retreated in. You didn’t meet his eyes. And you tried not to receive anything. Mom had ambled in and joined the tirade. Baby was screaming in the room over. Horrible, horrible, pressure closing in, and pressure threatening to explode out. You were small and helpless. Small and fucking helpless. You didn’t know why you couldn’t just make him happy. Up in your face, his booming deep voice pushed up against your eardrums, vision warping and swimming, stale cigarette breath wafting out his mouth and into your nose. Something broke and you stood up, skittered down the hall to your bedroom, and slammed the door behind you with everything you had in your little body.

Big mistake. He stomped after you, his rage washing over you through the door, stopping up your lungs, you were drowning in his anger, and your own terror. He was filled with a new feeling, a new violent, animalistic resolve that you had never felt from him before, that chilled you, he wanted to hurt you, he was coming to hurt you, he was going to hurt you right now.

“YOU DO NOT SLAM THE DOORS IN MY FUCKING HOUSE, YOU USELESS LITTLE SHIT!!!”

You sped across the room and threw your whole little weight against the door as he tried pushing his way in, your toes desperately digging into the floor to anchor yourself against him.

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME? YOU DO NOT SLAM THE DOOR. OPEN THE DOOR!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!”

“STOP!!! STOP!!!” It didn’t sound like your voice, though it ripped from your throat, bitter tears streaming down your face. His weight was thumping against yours through the door, rattling and shaking your little body as you strained to keep him out. But of course, it wasn’t quite enough. You were thrown backwards with the force of him bursting in. You scrambled to the corner, using the walls to stand up as you trembled uncontrollably, trying to shrink away.

He advanced, slow and menacing, heaving furious breaths, as you stared up at him, undoing his belt and slipping it out through the loops of his pants.

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?! I’m going to teach you some fucking respect for your father…”

You looked at the loop of black leather, tears streaming down, anticipating the torment to come. You wanted it to stop. You wanted him to stop. You wanted him to be quiet. Be quiet. Finally, for once, be quiet.

And then, some new understanding broke open inside you. It was a rush, blooming upwards, fiery hot, some kind of deep set, hysterical, feral, burning hearth of violence inside of you. It was beautiful. And you weren’t afraid anymore.

You found yourself emitting a long, drawn out, shrill shriek. And he stopped in his tracks, frozen mid-stride with a crazed, wide-eyed look of consuming surprise on his face. The lights flickered wildly around you, in your apartment suite and in the ones surrounding you. Thin trails of blood began crawling from the corners of his eyes, and nose, and then all at once, the lightbulbs shattered, the windows blew in, and your father collapsed to the floor, irretrievably dead, a viscous dark pool of blood blossoming on the floor out from his ears. Finally quiet.

The scintillating broken glass on the floor. Your mother in shock. Trying to run away, run and hide through the cold streets of the city. The police. Too weakened to fight. Your mother’s look of abject horror, and the feeling of her unyielding hatred crawling across you… And then, she turns to Doctor Brenner… ))

You gasped awake, and you were lying on the floor wedged in between the white couch and the maze table. And, through the dizziness, you saw the boy was standing above you, looking down, some measure of concern on his face and a trickle of blood coming from his nostril. You sat bolt upright, and scooted away on your behind, and he flinched back at your sudden movement. You looked him up and down rapidly, trying to catch your breath. He raised his hand, and wiped away the blood on his face, but it just tracked a long red streak down the back of his lanky white wrist.

“W-Why..” You started, but he answered quick:

“I’m sorry,” he said, and his voice was soft, his unwavering blue eyes staring into you. “I wanted to know why you’re here.” He looked from your feet back up to your face and, after a moment, a small smile formed on his face, pulling up the corners of his eyes. He held his hand out to you and you stared at it, noticing the little black mark on the inside of his wrist. 001. You looked down at your own matching left hand, turning your fist over. 002. You met his eyes again, and you sat in complete confusion for a moment; that violence, that murderous darkness that you felt raging inside of him was real and present, and yet - you felt a bit as though the clouds comprising that great, dreadful thunderhead had split, just a sliver, just enough to wash you in a spotlight beam of warm, golden sunlight.

Cautiously, you took his hand, and he helped you to standing position again. You could see now that he was a bit taller than you, as you looked up at him. The smile bloomed to full and then died again, and his face fell flat once more, though the warmth still seemed to be there. “My name is Henry. And you’re Y/N,” he stated, and you nodded. “I hope you’re not hurt.”

You drew your eyebrows together in suspicion, but shook your head anyways. “No… I don’t think so.” The room was shifting and swaying slightly, but it wasn’t too dire, and the more you got your bearings and calmed down, the more your surroundings stabilized. And as the disorientation, the confusion and the warmth and the darkness was washing out of your field of consciousness, it gave way to a sense of irate disbelief that had been sparked inside of you.

“Wh-why did you do that?!” You exclaimed, laying your hand flat on his chest and pushing him to arm’s length.

“Because I wanted to know why you came here.”

“NO. Why did- why did you think you could do that?! You can’t just do that!” You gave him a little shove and he stumbled back a few steps as your arms went stiff and straight at your sides.

“Yes I can. I do it all the time to everybody,” he insisted, a skeptical look drawing up his face as he pulled his chin back.

“Well not to me!! DON’T do it to me! Don’t ever, ever look in my head!!” You got up in his face, wild-eyed and crazed, remembering how it felt for him to go around, digging, pulling and rifling through your memories, horrible and painful and vulnerable, throwing you wide open per his own will. The skepticism on his face morphed into indignancy, and you felt a hint of anger lighting him up, before he paused to think for a moment and it died down, some new resolve coming up.

“What about this,” he started, his eyes falling for a second before they met yours again. “I took your story, I’ll give you mine, and we’ll be even, okay?”

“What…?” You started to question but before you could even think his open palm landed on your forehead…

((... and you saw them - picture perfect American family of the 1950’s - mom, dad, daughter, and miserable little Henry. A rapid-fire barrage of vignettes from his life - his father, eyes glazed over, wracked by awful, uncontrollable fits of terror and rage, his perfectionist mother, red-faced and breathless scolding him to tears beyond the scope of any ‘lesson’, and his sister, screaming, screaming, screaming in their tiny childhood home, five years of screaming, and then she would grow up to intimately learn his sensory triggers and weaponize them in purely natural sibling cruelty. Moving to Hawkins. The stained glass rose on the door, and the house, so beautiful and large, and devoid of anything. Miserable transplanted Henry. There were bullies. And vapid, shallow neighbors. But he found the black widows in the bathroom vent. And he found some kind of solace in the attic, meditating and honing in on the power he felt growing inside of him, yes, the power, and the fresh new understanding that he was no longer small, broken Henry, but something better, superior. Making the decision to finally break himself free. The dinner table. He closed his eyes, sat like a nice boy, and sought out his mother, grasping her in his mind and lifting her up, up, up, to the apex of his abilities, and crushed her, crumpled her, breaking every bone, gouging her eyes out, pre-calculated to cause the most agony possible in her final moments. Her thoroughly mangled body drops to the floor, and Henry lets out his breath, satisfied. He seeks out his sister, and then his father, but at the most crucial moment, the sudden sound of music cuts scalpel smooth through his concentration, and, and - blackness. And when he begins to drift back into consciousness, you know the hazy silhouette he sees is Brenner before his vision comes to focus.))

You stumbled backwards, gasping and reeling, bug-eyed at the memories he put in your head - and sure, seeing your father collapsed on your childhood bedroom floor dribbling his brains out of his ears was a grisly sight, but not as grisly as watching the digits and limbs of a woman and a girl your age twist, and hear them snap with sick finality, no chance or option to even scream. So you backed away, trembling, until your knees touched the edge of the couch and you flopped down into the seat in the corner, as he followed you, creeping slowly and unthreateningly step by step.

“See,” he said, low and gentle, “I’ve killed too. You don’t need to be afraid of what’s in there,” he cooed, pointing to your forehead. “Why does it hurt so much?” He questioned, tilting his head a slight angle. “Your memory, I mean. I think you were right.”

“H-huh..?” Your heart did a flip, and now you were confused again, terrified and heart racing and something else, something else, as the boy stood over you.

“What he did to you. What he was going to do to you. You were scared, and he didn’t care.” He sat down next to you on the other arm of the L-shaped couch, and you leaned your shoulders away from him. “But it still hurts for you.” He looked at you quizzically.

“W-well, my mom hates me now… And if I never did that, I probably wouldn’t be in this stupid lab.” You looked down at your feet. And there was something else, something that had bothered you for a while, some feeling that you could never quite place about the whole situation. He leaned in just a bit closer.

“And…?” He led, his unblinking eyes wide and expectant. Well, of course he would know there was something still residing under the surface. Maybe you would just have to take a stab at it…

“Well, I just feel… weird about it. The whole situation. And I don’t like thinking about it,” you snapped.

“Weird how?”

You were getting frustrated. You didn’t want to talk about it, and you didn’t get how he didn’t get that. But he was insisting, and you were alone in the room with him, so you tried. “It’s like… I- I killed him. And he’s my dad and I loved him, even though he was so mean and mad all the time, and then I killed him and I… I…” You stared off, looking deeply into the white couch cushions. “I felt… nothing.”

A deep, cold discomfort was twisting up your guts, and you spared a glance up at him, and when you met his eyes there was that feeling again, the clouds parting and raining down a warm and lovely, comforting light that surrounded your mind. The corners of his mouth quirked up, and he leaned in closer, but you didn’t withdraw away from him this time.

“I think you were right. He shouldn’t have done that to you.” He whispered fervently, and his words ran electric through your body. He laid a soft, pale hand on top of your own. “I think he deserved it. And you felt nothing because you knew that he did, too.”

You were confused. Nobody else had ever expressed any similar sentiment. Try as you might, to cry, to get them to see how scared you were, and how tired you were, and how mad he was all the time, and how much you just couldn’t take it anymore and you wanted him to be quiet, nobody understood. But now, you were awash with a new, light sensation. You searched his eyes for deceit, but you didn’t find it, and you breathed. And it echoed in your head: I think he deserved it, I think he deserved it, I think he deserved it. For once, you felt like someone was on your side. Your lips parted and closed, trying to find words. He smiled again, warm and genuine.

“I really think we are going to be friends, Y/N.”

#stranger things x reader #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #henry creel #001 #stranger things #x.writing

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Words: Guessing cuz I’m on mobile again, 1.5k?

Summary: Andy has a new job and needs you to save him from forced camaraderie.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, Neal Logiudice (cuz fuck this guy), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Another one from the WIP folder that is specifically for @imanuglywombat’s “Is that even a sex position?” challenge, week three. I figured a nice soft position would be perfect for our favorite floofy lawyer boi. Please check out the other great fics this challenge has given us and enjoy!

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It had been a slow night at the bar, so your staff practically insisted on sending you home early, Jesse shoving out the door as you protested feebly.

“Take a night off, boss.” He grumbled amicably as he ushered you towards your car, handing you your coat and bag as a light snow started to fall. “Maybe go snuggle with that boyfriend of yours that’s always hanging around. Where is he tonight anyway?”

“There was a new faculty mixer.” You said with an eye roll. “You’re sure you’ll be fine, Jess?”

“We’re always fine.” He said dismissively with a wave of his hand as you climbed into your vehicle.

You texted Andy as you started your car to see where he was and he practically begged you to come meet him at the party, whining about how sinfully boring law professors were. You got the address from him and headed out, arriving in the posh Newton neighborhood in a little under 30 minutes.

There were a few partygoers hanging around outside, and you cursed to yourself when you saw them wearing cocktail attire. Leave it to Andy to forget to mention a dress code. Thank god your dry cleaning was in the back.

You tried to find something relatively conservative and settled on a simple satin sheath that was probably a little shorter than was appropriate but it’s not like you had a lot of options. You started to awkwardly disrobe in your front seat, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling your sweater over your head. A surprising knock on the window made you yelp while you were bent over the console with the back of your dress unzipped to grab your emergency heels.

“Ma’am, we’ve gotten some reports of an extremely attractive woman getting naked in a 2003 Acura, any chance that’s you.” A gravelly voice said behind a blinding flashlight.

You growled and opened your driver’s side door into Andy, almost making him drop his phone in the street. He let out a chuckle at your scowl as you stepped out of the car and straightened up, starting to pull the zipper of your dress up your back.

“I would’ve changed at the bar if you let me know this was a cocktail party asshole.” You snarled at him, turning to let him help you draw the zipper up the last few inches.

“Or, you would’ve gone back to your apartment to try to find something else to wear, and I would’ve been stuck listening to professor McDrones-A-lot talk about torts for god knows how long.”

“Aww, are your new coworkers boring, babe?” You teased him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you inside.

“God, they’re so fucking boring.” He murmured into your hair before turning to introduce you to some ancient man with elbow patches. “Professor Donaldson, this is Y/N.” He said, throwing you a wink. “She was just telling me how interested she is in tort reform.”

“Splendid! Are you a lawyer my dear?”

You shook your head and did your best to listen politely as you glared at Andy over the old man’s shoulder. He gave you a stupid grin before heading to the bar to grab the two of you some drinks.

“What the fuck are you doing here, sweetheart?”

You cursed under your breath and turned to glare at Neal Logiudice, the absolute last person you wanted to see.

“Hello Neal.” You grumbled.

“Get out of here, Wally.” He said, dismissing the professor he had very rudely interrupted. “Go find some other asshole to bother.”

The old man just huffed and gave you a sympathetic pat on the arm as he hobbled away.

“That was rude.” You said, your eyes roaming the room in search of Andy. You didn’t feel like dealing with Neal’s bullshit tonight. “Why are you here Neal? I thought this was a faculty only event.”

“Alumni are invited too. And you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” He growled, stepping closer and invading your bubble. “Cuz you’re definitely not alumni or faculty. You work your way through all the lawyer dick at your bar and come looking for more?”

“Lovely.” You said dryly, frowning at the smell of whiskey that enveloped the man. “You’re drunk.”

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and turned your head just enough to see Andy scowling behnd you. He slotted himself beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a protective embrace as he and Neal stared each other down.

“Logiudice.” He said menacingly, and you rolled your eyes as the levels of testosterone in the room shot up suddenly.

“Barber.” The giant said with a sneer. “I see you’ve moved on to the leftover dregs of the Newton law community. I hear that pussy’s had every defense attorney cock in town.”

Andy let out an absolutely feral growl and you just managed to hold him back as you glared at Neal.

“Jesus, Neal. Glad to see you’re not bitter.” You said with little humor as your arm strained against Andy’s chest.

“No bitterness here, sweetheart. Just waiting for you to work your way to me.” He leered at you, giving you a lascivious wink.

You let out a sigh as you started to shove Andy away from the idiot, grateful for all your experience manhandling drunks as he fought against you every step of the way.

“He’s not worth it, baby.” You murmured once you had achieved a good amount of distance, your hands smoothing his jacket over his chest in a soothing gesture as Neal let out a guffaw behind you.

“I dunno, I kinda feel like punching him in the face is definitely worth it, sweetheart.” Andy said as he took some deep breaths and turned his gaze back to you.

“Maybe not at your first event for your new job though.” You teased him, tugging softly on his beard and making him grin at you. “Where’s my fucking drink?”

“Shit, I got distracted. I’ll be right back.” He said apologetically, starting to turn away from you.

“Oh no, you are not leaving me by myself again. All I need is to get cornered by some crazy professor who wants to tell me all about bird law.” You said as you tagged after him, the two of you weaving your way through the partygoers as you made your way to the bar.

“What the fuck is ‘bird law’?” He beamed at you after ordering your drinks, leaning against the bar and cocking one eyebrow at you.

“Jesus, I think you might be too classy for me, Barber.” You teased. “We’ve gotta work on your pop culture references.”

The two of you managed to have a relatively pleasant evening, even though you had no idea what anyone was talking about most of the time. But you loved watching how relaxed Andy was around you, and how passionate he got whenever he started to debate with one of his new colleagues. He was in the middle of a particularly heated discussion about the evolution of laws regarding sovereign immunity when he noticed you gazing at him, and his face broke out in a grin.

“You’ll have to excuse me, guys, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten and I worry I’ve been neglecting my date. Let’s continue this on Monday?”

He made his way through the party, saying some quick goodbyes as his hand rested on your lower back. You let out a soft moan when you reached the foyer and he pressed you into the wall, his lips brushing against yours before he broke away to find his coat.

He returned after a few minutes and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth moving against yours hungrily as he guided you out the door.

“Jesus, Andy!” You whined when he lifted you slightly as the two of you made your way to his Range Rover. You bent your knees so your toes wouldn’t drag along the pavement.

“I dunno what you expected when you were looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He teased as he wrapped one arm around you tightly and brought his other hand to fumble through his coat pockets in search of his keys.

“I couldn’t help it.” You murmured in his ear as he pressed you against the driver’s side door, working to open the door to the back seat. “All that law talk does things to me.”

“Yeah?” He muttered around a grin, finally getting the door open and setting you down across the back seat. “You didn’t find it boring?”

“Not when it was you, Professor Barber.” You said in a husky voice, winking at him as he climbed on top of you and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Fuck honey.” He growled as he tossed his coat in the front seat before burying his face in your neck. “You’re gonna need to call me professor more often.”

“Mmm, professor.” You hummed as he ran his teeth over your throat before sucking a bruise over your collarbone. “I had some questions about affidavits I was hoping you could help me with.”

He gave a dark chuckle against your chest as his mouth kept moving lower, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts as his hands moved under your back to unzip your dress. Once he had it open he yanked it off you and tossed it aside, bending over you again to nip at your skin as you dragged his suit jacket off over his shoulders.

“Why do I feel like you just want to hear me say affidavits?” He teased as you drew his tie off and started to work on his shirt buttons. He wrapped your thighs around his hips and ground himself into you, making you whimper as a fresh rush of arousal flooded your panties.

“Fuck, say more lawyer words, professor.” You whined as he drew the straps of your bra down your shoulders, drawing your breasts out of the soft lace and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Amicus brief.” He teased as his tongue laved over your nipple and you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

He moved to give your other breast the same soft attention as you worked on undoing his belt, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked you over. You finally drew his belt off and he sat up to remove his slacks, his lust blown eyes never leaving yours as he dragged his pants and boxer briefs down over his legs, tossing them on top of the rest of his clothes in the front seat as his cock bounced up against his abs, making your mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

You didn’t give him a chance to dive on top of you again, instead climbing into his lap as he knelt there and sucking his lower lip into your mouth. He groaned against your lips as you brought a hand down to wrap around his dick. You dragged his length through the slick that had soaked your thighs before shoving your panties aside and guiding him to your entrance.

Andy let out a deep sigh as you sank onto him, taking his full length in one smooth motion until he was fully seated in you. His tongue pressed between your lips and curved against yours as you wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around his bicep.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.” He muttered against your lips as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace. “So fucking warm and wet for me.”

“Mmm, Andy.” You moaned as you nipped at his lips softly. “I love having you inside me.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He murmured as he started to move a little faster. “You love feeling my big cock in that tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, I need this cock, baby.” You hissed, resting your forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “Nobody fucks me like you do.”

“Shit. You’re squeezing me so good, honey.” He muttered as he ground against you. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, I’m so close, Andy.” You whined as his hips thrust against you even harder. “God, right there. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it, I wanna see that cream all over my dick.” He buried his face in your neck and gave one last violent push of his hips.

You let out a cry as every muscle in your body went rigid, your fingers digging painfully into his neck and shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him for a beat before fluttering in your release as your torso rolled against his and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“Jesus, baby.” He murmured as you came down, straightening his legs one at a time as he held you to him tightly.

You were still kneeling and the new angle had him hitting you even deeper than before, making stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Andy bent his knees slight behind you and leaned you back to rest against them as he moved his mouth to your breasts, making you whimper as his tongue brushed against your nipple.

“God, I could spend all night like this.” He murmured as he started pulling you down to him over and over, making you devolve into a mewling, whimpering mess. “My face buried in these perfect tits and my cock buried in that perfect pussy.”

You felt yourself clench around him at the praise and dug both hands in the hair at the base of his skull, pressing his mouth to your chest as you arched into him. His cock twitched inside you in response as he let out a deep groan, his hips meeting yours desperately.

“I’m gonna cum again, shit. You close, baby?” You felt him nodding between your breasts as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, I wanna feel it fill me up. I love when your cum inside me.”

“Goddamn it.” He hissed, and that was it for both of you.

Your knees squeezed his hips painfully as you tugged at his hair, a moan coming from deep in your chest as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt fluttered uncontrollably as your muscles spasmed around him, milking his cock for everything he could give you. He shouted your name against your chest and dug his fingers into your waist as his spend filled you up, painting your velvety walls in hot ropes that mixed with your own release and seeped over your thighs in a thick mess.

He collapsed back against the seat with a groan, taking you with him as he still held you tightly. You nuzzled into his neck as aftershocks still shook through you, your pussy clenching around his softening cock at random intervals.

“Well, fuck me Professor Barber.” You teased as he buried his face in your hair.

He let out a groan and grinned at you as he brought his face to meet yours, his tongue slipping between your lips as he kissed you deeply.

“God, I fucking love you.” He whispered without thought as his hands ran over your spine. His hands stopped suddenly as he realized what he’d said and his held his breath as he waited for your reply.

You just buried your face in his chest hair and sighed before whispering “Love you too, Andy.”

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honey-coloured-passion · 4 years ago

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It’s A Secret (Sapnap x Reader)

first fic first fic!

summary: Dream convinces you and Sap to join a competition where the loser gets exposed, but nothing ever goes as planned when your favorite boy is involved : )

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.” you laughed, rolling your eyes at Sapnap and Dream’s antics. “C’monnn it’ll be so funny the viewers will eat it up!” Dream cooed while you groaned “you say that cuz you always get like more views than Sap and I combined!” To which Dream choked out laughter through his familiar wheeze. “Oh come on, how much money for you to do it?” you heard Sapnap die from laughter over the call at Dream’s bribe before he piped up, “whoever gets exposed you’re buying dinner Dream,” and Dream immediately agreed. “Absolutely worth it, you in y/n?” and you shook your head, “why the hell not I guess.”

You started up your stream, adjusting your headset nervously as you watched chat speed up at the title “Least viewers gets exposed vs Dream and Sap” all confused as to what was going on as their three favorite streamers all went live simultaneously. “Gooooood day chat what’s up!” you grinned, thanking a couple gifters and waiting to see Dream pop up in team speak to give the challenge information. “You guys better stick with me today, I don’t wanna lose the secret challenge,” you laughed, noticing Sap and Dream joined the channel.

“Ready to learn the rules dear viewers?” Dream laughed maniacally. You watched your chat going absolutely crazy.

“Here’s how it works, we are gonna stream for thirty minutes doing everything we can to get the most viewers, then the person with the least at the end has to tell a secret they wrote down on stream, and trust me guys they’re all sooo good.” Dream wheezed while Sapnap chuckled before continuing. “We all told our secrets to George who didn’t want to stream with us cuz he’s lazy but it works cuz now he’s our keeper, so it’ll be fair and George can confirm all the secrets are crazy,” Your chat was losing it’s mind asking you what your secret was.

“So let the view-competition begin” and with that, Dream left the call. “Sap you gonna stay and hang or leave?” you asked, racking your brain to find a way to get hella viewers as soon as possible. “I’ll hang” Sapnap answered to your relief. “Good I can farm your viewers then,” you teased with a giggle. Then your phone started to buzz, and you saw Dream was tweeting out the information and begging for people to come to his stream. “Oh hell no, chat help me out!” you laughed, going to tweet on your own account.

10 minutes in: Dream 68k, You 43k, Sapnap 39k.

“Sapnapppp I’m so excited to learn your deepest darkest secret” you cooed with an evil laugh while Sapnap punched your minecraft character. “Whatever I’ll clutch up, work smarter not harder dear y/n,” you could hear the playful tone in his voice, swallowing the butterflies that kept trying to surface. “How can you work smarter if you barely have a braincell dork!” you teased, beginning to crit out his character when he realized, pearling away with a screech. “You do NOT want to play this game with me I’ll destroy you,” he ate a golden apple then began running towards you axe in hand while you screeched, running away.

15 minutes in: Dream 65k, Sapnap 45k, You 44kk.

“Sapnap how the hell did you convince four different channels to raid you in the past five minutes WHAT” you pouted with a laugh, knowing you could beat him in viewers if you just got one or two more raids. “Mhm a magician never reveals his tricks,” you rolled your eyes though your chat kept spamming “why is y/n blushing so much?” and “SIMPNAP SIMPNAP” because Sapnap was helping you decorate and finish the design of your house. You had to agree with chat, he was adorable, bringing you flowers, collecting the exact type of wood you needed, helping to fill your chests, you were beginning to forget about the competition and just enjoy his presence.

20 minutes in: Dream 68k, Sapnap 46k, You 45k.

“Oh my god it’s so close between you guys” Dream wheezed as he joined your voice channel. “Hey Dreammm wanna send me some stray viewers?” you giggled while Dream denied you. “Mhm no but maybe you can ask Mr. Simpnap to send you some of his? Heard it’s not the only thing he’s been giving you and I figured I’d crash the date.” Dream teased, his tone dangerous while Sapnap exclaimed, “hell no I’m not losing this competition and I am not a simp, especially not for y/n” Sapnap drew out your name, you could hear the smile you adored dancing on his lips. Chat was going crazy, though it was pretty well known how close you and Sapnap were due to the two of you always being on call together and just being found on the SMP hanging out, it was rare the two of you gave the fans this much flirting in one stream. Not that there weren’t hundreds of Y/N x Sapnap compilations on youtube of people pointing out how you and Sap had been in a TeamSpeak room together alone for five hours straight, or him getting defensive of you on the SMP, or him constantly complimenting your skill during MCC’s. Not to mention you always asking where Sapnap was, or someone else asking and you answering quickly, showing how frequently the two of you talked. Needless to say, he was one of your best friends, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from destroying him in this competition.

25 minutes in: Dream 78k, Sapnap 54k, You 51k.

“Hello to my new viewers! Glad you came back to support! Huge shoutout to Niki for the raid and all the raiders who stayed I love y’all!” Your palms were getting sweaty, you needed to get 3k viewers in five minutes or George was gonna drop one of your most embarrassing secrets to the world. “How are you feeling Miss Y/n?” Dream teased, he knew he was safe. “Shut up Dream if I lose I’m ordering some expensive ass food for you to pay for,” you shot back, making him die of laughter. “At least I’m not the one who’s gonna get exposed in front of like 180 thousand views,” you flipped off the camera with a grin, hoping he was looking at your stream.

28 Minutes in: Dream 78k Sapnap 55k, You 51k.

“Man I think it’s over what do you think Sap?” Dream teased while you laughed, still hopeful that something could happen in two minutes. “Eh I say give it another minute then we call it. You never know” Sap replied cooly. “Shut up you’re like 4 thousand people ahead it’s over for me” you pretended to cry, making Sapnap and Dream break into laughter. “You really don’t wanna lose huh.” Sapnap said, “um duh, this sucks,” you answered, quickly refreshing your view count.

Then something crazy happened.

~Sapnap is raiding with a party of 55k~

30 minutes, time up: You 110k, Dream 78k, Sapnap 0.

“WHAT” Dream was the first to scream. You did a triple take before screeching into the mic “SAPNAP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” to which he quietly replied, “I didn’t want you to be sad.” making your cheeks flush to an ungodly warmth. “Oh- uh does this still count? What’s happening?” you reached for your water bottle when George joined the call.

“Interesting ending, but I know the secret so I guess I’d say it makes sense” You froze. “What the hell does that mean?” You said, noticing Sapnap had turned on his camera function in the call. “O-ok, George you gonna announce his secret?” Dream tried to take control, noticing his chat was spinning out of control. George piped up, "I think it’s better Sapnap says it. I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t chicken out,” Then Sapnap cleared his throat. “Well so uh, I guess my secret is...” You saw him look straight into the camera, his eyes felt like they were meeting yours.

“I like you y/n. Like a lot.”

Your jaw fell open, George and Dream began screaming and whooping, and your chat absolutely lost it’s mind, going so fast your chat function crashed. Your immediate reaction was to mute yourself on stream. “I’m muted now- Sap- Nick, are you serious?” you gulped, staring at Sapnap’s video while he couldn’t stop grinning. “You really think I’d do all this just to lie? No chance in hell. We can talk about it after stream but I thought it’d be fun to do it live. I can help you end stream if you want?” Your brain was flying high, your heart beating out of your chest, and your mods were begging for help.

“O-okay. Uh hey chat! Nice stream today, record high viewer ship thanks to uh- Nick- Sapnap, thanks to Sapnap um, I’m gonna get off now,” You took a few deep breaths, gaining your traction before continuing. You hovered your mouse over the end stream button but decided you had one more thing to say. Leaning close into the mic with a smile you whispered,

“Oh and Sapnap, I like you too”

~live ended~

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masoqueen-official · 3 years ago

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October of paperhat (inktober) 2021

Day 26 - Heat

"𝕀 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣."

Sorry for taking so long I was binging villainous crack xDDD you know how it is

Guess who got 30 fucking shark teeth when they though nothing would happennnn (like omg i was almost about to give some away- I WAS HOLDING AT LEAST 300,000 YEARS IN MY HANDS PEOPLE-)

But more about that later...

I did it! I actually made this one beach themed and a literal representation- jesus christ, the amount of times i re-did bh's eye (i redid his mouth once lol) HhuhajIiJjm, pMmm

My dad actually gave me some inspiration for this one and i said, "y'know what you actually gave me an idea for half of this thanks-" he basically said something about an aura around a person, but i think this works better. XD

Flug doesn't even know how to react anymore and bh is just like: "I may hate shorts but I'm notgoing to look stupid ✨" i also apologize for the filter pff idk

You also see how i snuck in that shark tooth canister and bag to compare to what i did? Yeahhh

I was thinking about giving him some fancy device to aid him in the sun but i was braindead so you get teeth instead-! Fun huh?

Speaking of fun, here's the other part-

The beach i went to was casperton(?) in Venice, Florida (calm down calm down i wanna go to) since we loaned some gear. And I gotta tell ya', it's as pretty as pretty can get that's not tropical blue water but instead has a bunch of seaweed *shivers* (i don't like touching seaweed)

((I'm about to loose my shit because the paragraph i typed is gone and I'm going as fast as i can GODDAMN IT so you get the simple simple version))

- Active decaying pufferfish and crabs were cool (it was)

- big scoop of "masochism give me strengtHhhh" and a sad washed away pile except it wasn't sad because big tooth was there :)

- CLEAN ASS SANDDOLLAR YAYYYYY

- i think that was it

- we thought we found 2 megladons but the first one (which i fohnd for the record U_U) looked like a rock so i got rid of it and the other one we kept because my dad was so confident and i was like okAy Then

- there was also black (grey) sand which was c o o l but woosh erosion got me like 😩 In the ocean

- also you know that feeling when someone has a lot of something or is rly popular in so,e public place or doing something usual and you're like m a n i wish that was me, well walking around with -30 something teeth might do the trick XD

- oh yeah and while we were heading out we (me, i did) noticed so many teeth in the concrete (cuz they put shells in stuff in them there) and it was such a tease, especially because one tooth was sticking out and you could feel it but it was stuck 😭😭😭

ANYWAY

I WROTE

A LOT OF STUFF

SO HOPE YOU LIKED IT Gtg now BYEEEE

(oh yeah and the sand pic i drew next to a flug sand pic on anpther day lol)

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cozyenigma · 4 years ago

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Office Naps

This one turned out pretty cute!

Pairing- Dr. Iplier/Reader

Word Count- 1059

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Working late nights was the norm for Dr. Iplier by now. He usually didn’t end up with company though... Not that he was complaining.

Edward scowled at the screen, cursing the fact that he forgot his glasses at work. The text of the email in front of him was still legible, albeit a bit blurry. He reached for his coffee, still squinting, and grasped at open air. Sure enough when Edward turned to look, it wasn't there. It was, however, in your hands now and you looked rather smug about it.

Huffing a laugh, Edward scrubbed a hand down his face. "When did you come in? I didn't even hear you."

"You say that like it's hard," you said, giving the cup a little swirl. ““You slept yet?"

"No," he sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. And people thought he was the mother hen. "I was just finishing up some emails first, then bed."

It was only half a lie. He was thinking about taking a nap at least, though it was a toss up if he could actually fall asleep or not.

You hummed, narrowing your eyes. "Sure you were. You do know this cup is still warm, right?"

Shit. He hadn't even been paying attention. What he did know was that he'd already downed half of it and planned on replacing it as soon as it was empty. From the look on your face you knew this too.

"You caught me," he leaned back in his desk chair, "congratulations. Can I have my drink back now?"

It was a half sort of argument the two of had been through for a while now. He knew his sleep schedule wasn't healthy. Most nights he was lucky to get a few hours in, forget whether or not they were actually restful. It was one thing to know and another to put into practice effectively.

That teasing look faded from your eye for a moment. Your expression fell into something a bit like sympathy. Just a moment though, then it was gone as you tried to get back the casual tone of the conversation before.

"Hmm, maybe," you said, tone just a bit softer. You drummed your fingers against the mug. "Depends on what you have to trade me for it."

Edward saw it for the olive branch that it was. With a tired smirk, he decided to play along.

"I can think of a few things." Pretending to think it over, he inclined his head. "Though I don't think a half empty mug of coffee is worth too much."

"Fair," you said, your fingers were still tinking against the side of the mug. "How about this- you get this mug and a fresh one of tea after?"

He huffed, not being much as much of a tea person but it was probably a wiser choice at this time of night. "And what do I get in exchange?"

"How about a kiss?"

Already knowing his answer, you leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

"Aw, c'mon," he whined half heartedly as you drew back. Instead of giving him another you just set the mug back down on his desk with a smug little grin. "I feel cheated."

"All I said was a kiss," you shot back.

Edward shook his head, mock annoyance belied by the little smile on his face. "I might as well just skip right to a new pot of coffee, since you're sticking around just to poke fun."

As he went to get up you push him back down into his chair. "Don't get up, I'll get it," you said.

His office wasn't overly big. The one room set up didn't lend itself to a full kitchen, as much as that would've been convenient. Edward had settled for just a coffee maker which suited him fine. He usually didn't use any creamer or sugar but he had a cabinet with some supplies in case he had guests. You'd snuck a box of decaffeinated tea in there at some point which he saw you pluck from the shelf. He blinked though as you grabbed two cups.

"You don't have to wait, you know," he said seriously. "I'd hate to keep you up."

You were already waving a dismissive hand, not even looking his way. "I was already up anyway."

Edward frowned. "Not that I don't appreciate the company but..."

He still had some work to do which would take a little while longer. The chair he had for guests wasn't that comfortable either. You didn't seem to care though, marching over and quickly swapping his lukewarm coffee for hot tea. Taking your own with you, you curl up in the little chair across from his desk.

"Well good cuz I don't have anything to do tonight or tomorrow morning."

He raised an eyebrow as you took a sip. "I think you're underestimating how boring it is to watch me work."

You shrugged with an easy smile. "If you want, you can make it up to me tomorrow."

Neither of them mention that tomorrow was technically already here. Edward sighed, grabbing his own tea and getting back to work. You had gotten your phone out at some point. The only sounds were the ambient hum of the heating and the typing of his keyboard. Luckily, it hadn't taken him very long to finish up and the rest he could technically finish later.

Of course when he logged out he found you fast asleep in the chair. Your mug was hardly touched on the table next to you and your phone had fallen into your lap at some point. Edward couldn't help the fond smile on his face, glancing at the clock and shaking his head.

You seemed to be sleeping easy which made him reluctant to wake you. But considering your head had fallen forward a bit that probably wasn't the best position to sleep in. You stirred as he grabbed your shoulder, blearily blinking up at him.

"Hey," Edward said softly.

"Hey," you repeated, rubbing your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Almost 1:30. C'mon, you should get to an actual bed."

You gave him a tired glare, stretching as you stood up. "That's supposed to be my line."

"Yeah well, one of us fell asleep in this office and it wasn't me," Edward had an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the office. Who knows, maybe he might sleep easier with you there tonight.

#dr. iplier x reader #Dr. Iplier #dr iplier x reader #writersofmark #dr iplier #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing #rice-crisis

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pekorosu · 4 years ago

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just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires?

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story!

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life.

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL?

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right???

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field.

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary.

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point?

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes)

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY!

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it!

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me

#since tumblr is for talking to myself that is exactly what im gonna do now #a very long self-indulgent post //#banana fish

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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Another dimension

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader (Vampire! Steve Rogers X Nymph! Reader too)

Word count: 1260 words.

Summary: Accidents happen all the time…accidents can send you to another…dimension…

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, death of a character.

A/N: This is my entry to the @fanfictionaries‘s Classic Tropes Writing Challenge with the AU trope:

“Magic creature”

Also is my entry to the @simsadventures ‘s 3K Challenge with the Mood board #5.

And my entry to @jtargaryen18 ‘s 30 days of Chris.

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“The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we’re about to watch could be ‘our’ journey” The Twilight Zone, episode 1 “Where is everybody”, season 1.

Steve took your hand one more time, he didn't want to leave you alone, he was afraid something bad would happen to you if he wasn't by your side.

He felt guilty that he hadn't been with you at the time of the incident.

In that incident, you had tried to reassure Rogue and Dagger in the argument they were having, which was getting any good as time went on, you inadvertently received one of Tandy's attacks, which left you in a coma.

Tandy felt too guilty, kept apologizing to Steve, and you for what happened, at no point did he want to hurt anyone.

No one knew exactly what damage you had because of what previously happened, they weren't even sure if you were going to wake up.

"Steve, I know it's not a good time, but we need you," Natasha said.

"I already told them to take over...”

"The parents explicitly asked for you, they think it's more feasible that they want to come back if you ask them to if we just go the others," Blink interrupted.

"The Parents?" Steve asked strangely.

"I don't think it takes us much time, they're a group of teenagers who ran away from their parents with the dinosaur from one of them…

"A dinosaur? What kind of parents gives a dinosaur to a teenager?' questioned Steve incredulously.

Both women raised their shoulders, they couldn't explain it either, at first they didn't believe it until they showed them the pictures.

"I can't leave Y/N...”

"It'll be quick, Steve, it's just finding them, we take them with their parents," Nat said.

He hesitantly agreed to go, perhaps if you noticed his absence, you would react.

They started searching the streets, it wouldn't be so difficult if they were carrying a dinosaur, and he could bet they would get attention, Steve kept walking until he found them.

"Come on, guys, you just need to go home, your parents are very worried about you," Steve said, trying to convince them.

"We can't go back," Molly said between our teeth.

"They're just worried, they won't punish you... why does she have a dinosaur?" he questioned while still seeing her.

"Is not just a dinosaur, she is...she is A DEINONYCHUS—Gert corrected annoyed.

Old Lace let out a kind of roar to support her owner.

"Come on guys," Steve said exasperated.

"You'd never understand, Captain," Nico said.

She took firmly the Staff; she knew what to do, for no reason could they return with PRIDE, they would leave the right way or the hard way.

"Nico don't," Karolina asked.

“We don't have a choice," Nico revolved.

"Guys don't...”

“Dream... Uh... Dimension?!” Nico shouted, putting the Staff in front of her.

Steve fell unconscious to the floor.

"I-Is he alive?" asked Gert fearfully.

Alex and Chase approached, Chase put forward the Fistigons just in case while Alex checked the Captain's condition, not even Nico was sure what she had just done, she simply said the first words she had come up with.

"He's just unconscious," Wilder informed.

"Okay, so... we have to go...”

Steve woke up, he was thirsty, and he remembered he was on a street, but now he had shown up somewhere else, how did he get there?

He was in a kind of forest, he came up to the creek and drank some of the water, but he spat it out, he spat it out, he knew horrible, his body indicated that he needed... blood?

He turned quickly as he perceived a movement, he seemed to smell the blood of the deer; he went after the animal, caught him, and drank his blood.

"Do you finish?" Clarice asked.

Steve looked up, had not realized at what point she had appeared.

"Blink... what's going on?” Steve asked.

"We have to hurry, the Shadows must not find us... "

And the kids with the dinosaur?” Rogers interrupted.

"With what? What are you talking about, Count Rogers?”

"Count?”

"If you want to rescue Y/N, we must hurry," Clarice replied.

In short, Steve didn't understand what was going on.

“What happens to Y/N? Where is Y/N?”

"In the castle, where else she would be?" Blink replied as if it was obvious.

What castle did she mean? Steve didn't even know where he'd appeared.

"If they get here before us, she can die," the mutant warned.

"Where is that castle?”

"Count, don't you know where your castle is?”

"My castle? Well anyway, take me to it, use your powers... do you still have powers?”

"Sure," she replied.

She opened a portal and the two came in appearing outside the castle, Steve was surprised with what he saw, he couldn't understand how he owned that place when you heard a noise, you immediately left the lake where you were playing.

Steve was stunned to see you... you were a nymph, but when he approached the water, he didn't recognize he... he was exaggeratedly pale, the blood from the deer was draining down his chin... Clarice had called him Count... was he a vampire?

"Are you okay...?” He asked.

He immediately crouched down to wash with the lake water, he didn't want you to see him in those conditions.

"Why wouldn't I be? I have everything you promised me, this lake is very beautiful, but are you sure they won't come for me?”

"You'll be safe here," Steve said.

Soon the sky began to darken – for no apparent reason – you shuddered, you knew what that meant.

"The Army of Darkness is approaching," Nat reported, approaching as she flapping her little wings.

Steve looked at her perplexed, Natasha was a little fairy, and she understood less and less, apart what famous Army of Darkness was? And most of all, why did they want you?

Shadows, black Pegasus, and other terrible monsters arrived, they were determined to take you with them, and Steve ordered Natasha to keep you safe.

The battle began, Steve had tried to keep them away from you, but he didn't expect one of the trolls to get to you, as soon as he realized he went to the place to take him down.

However, he was late, you were seriously injured, he didn't know what to do until he came up with something maybe that could save you, there was no choice and he had to take a chance.

He drew his teeth even in doubt to your neck, then he bit him, he took some of your blood, he got hurt so you'd take from his and so you'd become, but what Steve did not know was that the wounds had been fatal and before you could drink, you had already died in his arms.

When he realized he started screaming desperately without releasing your body, he feared that in his world you had died too, how could he fix it? How could he get you back? If he came back, what would he expect there?

"Steve! Steve!”

He opened his eyes, the team was surrounding him, and they were on the street where he had found the teenagers.

"What?" he questioned disoriented.

"What happened to you?" Nat asked.

"Why were you lying there?" Clint questioned.

"The kids... one of them has a Staff...”

Meanwhile, at the hospital, you finally opened your eyes, the last thing you remember was one of Tandy's daggers and screaming, everything had been so confusing.

"Well, they run away," Clarice deduced.

At that moment Steve's mobile phone rang, he immediately answered when he saw he was from the hospital.

"Y/N has woken up," Caitlin told him.

“They say a dream takes only a second or so, and yet in that second a man can live a lifetime. He can suffer and die, and who’s to say which is the greater reality: the one we know or the one in dreams, between heaven, the sky, the earth in the Twilight Zone” The Twilight Zone, episode 9 “Perchance to Dream”, season 1.

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brideofedoras · 5 years ago

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The Loft: Redemption

Chapter Two is up! I’m not particularly happy with this one, and tbh I bullshitted my way through a small part.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

Word count: 3400+

Warnings: Anxiety. It’ll be a bit before the warnings kick in.

Link to Chapter 1

“He tried talking you out of the job?” Kenna’s blue eyes widened.

Sam nodded as she grabbed the takeout bag. There was no way in hell she was going to tell Kenna how she felt Mr. Stevens checking her out when he’d arrived. She’s felt the heated burn of his gaze on her, had heard the huskiness in his voice. Nor was she willing to admit that her heart had nearly skipped a beat when she’d turned to look at him. It had scared her, his thinly veiled interest, but for the first time in her life she felt a spark of attraction. “Yeah, he did,” she pursed her lips into a frown. “He didn’t even properly interview me, either. Mrs. McIntyre alluded to the fact that I had the job in the bag before I even came in, but yet he tried hard to make me change my mind.” She glanced over at her cousin. “I know you don’t want me working for him, but, Kenna, I need this job!”

The blonde nodded. “I know, Cuz. Just… be careful around him, and if he makes you uncomfortable, get out.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” she shook her head. “I didn’t just step out of my comfort zone, Ken, I sling-shotted myself out of it. I need to face my fears head-on and finally put everything behind me.”

“Thing is, Sam, you’ll never be able to fully put what happened behind,” Kenna pointed out.

“I wish I could,” she shuddered, closing her eyes and willing away the memories threatening to crop up. “But I’ve already come a long way.”

Her cousin smiled, “Yes, you have.”

“Good morning, Dear,” Linda greeted Sam when she walked into the office at 7:35 the next morning. “We’ve got a busy day today, Vincent has two meetings in the conference room at 10:15 and at 2:45, as well as a conference call at 11:30,” she frowned. “Which means he might not be able to leave for lunch. He’s not picky about what he eats, so I usually order from a nearby restaurant that delivers if he gets tied up.”

Sam nodded. “Does he have a favorite?”

“Heavens, yes, he absolutely loves Gordy’s, the burger joint a couple of blocks from here. Do you like burgers?” Linda’s kindly brown eyes swept over Sam’s petite form.

She smiled. “Yes, I do,” she replied. “I don’t indulge very often, though.”

“We’ll place a lunch order from Gordy’s today, then, and I will make you a list of all the restaurants he likes and what to order from them,” the older woman nodded. “Here, let me put your purse with mine,” she offered.

Sam handed it over and watched her slip it in the bottom left drawer of the desk. “What time does Mr. Stevens usually arrive?”

“Seven-forty-five on the dot,” Linda answered, looking up at the clock on the wall by the bathroom door. “I always have a pot of coffee ready, and breakfast sweets on hand,” she pointed to the table with the coffee pot and a box of donuts. “When I first started working for Vincent he was stressed and irritable. I’ve found he’s much more personable after he eats something sweet.”

Sam grabbed one of the chairs on the visitor’s side of the desk and carried it around to sit beside Linda. “What bakery do you go to?”

“Sugar Pie, it’s along my route to work,” Linda told her. “I’m afraid you’ll be driving out of your way if you decide to stick with them.”

“I drove by a bakery this morning on my way in… Heavenly DeLights, I think.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed in thought as she scooted closer to the desk and pulled the keyboard drawer out. “Let’s see here,” she pulled up the internet browser and searched for the bakery name. “The one on 38th?”

Sam nodded. “Yes.”

Linda pulled up the bakery’s website. “This one has daily specials,” she murmured. “Tomorrow is dirt bombs… I’ve never heard of those before.”

“If you want, I can stop by in the morning and pick up a box,” the younger woman offered.

“You do that.” She bookmarked the website. “Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday in all the excitement of welcoming you to the firm. You can listen to music if you wish, as long as it’s not loud and doesn’t make his ears bleed as he says.”

Sam frowned. “I’m not listening to smooth jazz, easy listening or classical,” she barely realized she was curling her fingers into her pantlegs as she struggled to keep herself in the present.

“Vincent will listen to just about any kind of music just as long as it’s not death metal, rap, or that new hip hop crap,” Linda hastened to assure her. “Dear, are you all right? You’ve gone pale on me,” she turned her chair to face Sam. “Sweetie?”

She drew in a slow and deep breath. “I’m okay,” she pasted on a smile as she exhaled. “I just… I have some very unpleasant memories tied to the music I can’t tolerate.”

Her mentor frowned. “Sam, if you need to duck out of the office for some fresh air, you won’t be in any trouble.”

“I’m fine, I’m okay,” she whispered. “I like eighties music and classic rock. I listen to those all the time.”

“Then that will be what we listen to today,” Linda managed a smile before looking toward the door when it opened. She glanced at the clock before her face took on a stern expression. “You’re late, Vincent.”

“Accident on I-495,” he shot a mock glare at the assistant. “Had to take a different route.” He nudged the door shut with his foot before he headed to his office. “Morning, ladies.” His eyes lingered on Sam a moment, his mouth curving slightly when she murmured a soft greeting. “What’s on tap for the meetings today?”

“I picked up an assortment of muffins and cookies for the meetings when I stopped for donuts this morning,” Linda told him. “I made sure to get extra chocolate Baileys muffins and macadamia nut cookies, which,” she leveled a look on Vincent, “you will have to share with Sam. She loves those cookies, too.”

“Linda, you know I don’t share,” he returned the look.

“Oh, don’t worry, Dear,” the older woman smiled at her protégé. “I made sure to set aside extra for you.”

“Thank you, Linda,” Sam smiled back. “You didn’t have to.”

“If the two of you are through tormenting me…” he trailed off as he walked into his office.

Linda chuckled with a shake of her head. “He hates days like this,” she murmured softly. “Usually he doesn’t have more than one meeting and a few important calls.” She sighed heavily. “It took him months to get used to the idea that I would efficiently set up the conference room for the meetings, make arrangements for having food brought in. His previous assistants… Well,” she snorted disdainfully as she nodded toward the conference room. “They weren’t dedicated to the job.” She stood up and motioned for Sam to follow.

Once they were in the conference room, Linda walked over to the head of the table and picked up the stack of portfolios they’d put together yesterday afternoon. Sam followed suit and picked up the pens. As they worked together to set up for the first meeting, the platinum-haired grandmother-to-be sighed heavily.

“Vincent had a string of bad luck before he gave the temp agency he was going through for secretaries a piece of his mind. All the so-called assistants they sent him wanted one thing, and one thing only.”

Going by the look on Linda’s face, Sam understood immediately. “I promise you that’s not why I applied,” she whispered, too shocked to find her voice.

“I know, Sweetie,” Linda reached over and took her hand. “They were all local, they’d heard the stories, they’d heard the rumors, they’d seen his photo plastered all over the news. Vincent Stevens is a very good-looking man.”

“I know,” she blushed when Linda gave her a warm smile. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You did, Dear, but I know you’re not here to find out if he really is a god in bed like a lot of women have claimed. Those others… I’ve heard from the girls working the front desk that they would come to work dressed like tramps and not a single one of them lasted a month before quitting. They quit because they didn’t get anywhere with him. He's determined to rebuild his image.”

She shook her head. “I’m here because I want this job,” she stated quietly. “I’ve heard about his past indiscretions, I’ve heard about the arrest, I've heard that he was cleared of the charges. I didn’t know him then, that’s in the past and quite frankly it’s none of my business, nor is it my place to judge.” She met the other woman’s brown eyes, her jaw set with determination. “I’m here to do a job to the best of my ability to help him run his company as smoothly as possible. And I hope to be here for the long haul because… I don’t want to be just a secretary for the rest of my life, I’d like to actually do what he does, design buildings and bring visions to life.”

Linda smiled. “I believe you will, Dear,” she reached out and gently brushed her hand down Sam’s arm. “And I believe our Vincent will help you achieve that dream.”

Vincent stalked out of his office at 9:59, his tie draped around his neck. “Conference room set up?” He barely cast them a glance as he headed straight for the coffee.

Sam frowned as she caught Linda’s eye. Linda merely rolled her own as she shook her head.

“Sam just finished setting out the refreshments,” the older woman assured Vincent. “I think you should lay off the coffee.”

“Not a chance in hell, Mother,” he snarked back. A grin teased at the corner of his mouth. “It’s my lifeline today.”

Linda shook her head. “Everything will run smooth, just you wait and see,” she assured him.

“I hope so,” he muttered, draining the cup of coffee he’d poured before setting the mug down and stalking toward the bathroom to tie his tie. “Wish I didn’t have to wear this thing.”

“He hates ties,” Linda murmured to Sam. “He doesn’t like how constricting it feels on his neck. The only time you will see him wearing one is if he has a meeting.”

Some muttered curses from the bathroom caught her attention once more before Vincent walked out adjusting his tie. She ripped her eyes away before he could catch her gawking at him.

Never in her life had she found a man to be attractive and it scared the hell out of her.

Linda pushed away from the desk and turned to the cabinet on the wall behind her above the shelf. “Sam, he keeps a bottle of bourbon in here for a celebratory drink, or for an emergency cool down,” she advised as she grabbed the bottle and a tumbler. “He rarely imbibes at work, and I certainly don’t condone it, but this, I believe, is an exception.” She poured the drink and passed it off to Sam.

She stood up and walked over to Vincent. “Here, Mr. Stevens,” she offered quietly and pressed the tumbler into his hand. When his hand curled around the glass, his fingers brushing hers, she shivered and quickly stepped back. “I should take the coffee into the conference room and make sure everything’s all set,” she babbled before rushing off to do her self-assigned task.

Vincent turned toward the window and closed his eyes, drawing in a slow, deep breath. Fuck my life, I do not need this right now, he mentally berated himself. Do not let her get under your skin, Stevens.

“Too late,” he muttered under his breath before he drained the glass of bourbon she had given him.

His fingers still tingled where they'd accidentally brushed hers a moment ago. He had felt her shiver, had seen her pupils dilate behind those damned glasses. For a split second he thought himself a fool for hiring her, thought she was after one thing and one thing only. But she had retreated, she had immediately created distance between them by focusing on the job.

Something the former assistants had never done.

He knew he should be relieved that she had done the right thing, but dammit that only intrigued him that much more where she was involved.

He needed to make sure that distance was maintained, that their relationship was nothing more than professional. He needed an assistant who knew what the hell she was doing, who could run the office efficiently. He just needed to convince his damned libido that she was off-limits.

He just needed to figure out how.

Sam felt her skin crawl when the men attending the first meeting started arriving. Five men with wandering eyes. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from visibly shuddering, and she dreaded going into the conference room with them to take notes for Mr. Stevens. She picked up the notebook and ink pen she'd set out before taking a deep breath.

"Are you all right, Dear?" Linda asked with a concerned frown.

She nodded. "I will be," she murmured before she headed to the conference room.

She shuddered to feel five pairs of eyes tracking her every move to the far end of the table. She gave a cursory nod as she took her seat before turning her attention to Vincent.

"Before we get down to business on discussing the Mason project, let me make a quick introduction," he stated. "This is Samantha Monroe. She will be taking over for Linda once she retires."

As much as she did not want to look these men in the eye she knew she needed to as Vincent introduced each one to her. She was unsettled to learn they worked for other firms in the building who were vested in the project Stevens was designing. She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with their lingering stares.

The meeting droned on as the men discussed the project and argued over a few ideas. Sam looked up from her notes to find Vincent pinching the bridge of his nose, jaw clenched in frustration.

"Mr. Stevens, if I may," she spoke up against her better judgement.

He dropped his hand to look at her. "Ms. Monroe," he leaned back in his chair as he acknowledged her request.

Sam pulled her copy of the portfolio closer and flipped to the rough sketches of the building. "With all due respect, the type of glass vestibule you're suggesting is terrible."

The man who had suggested it (she couldn't remember his name other than she'd secretly nicknamed him Leering Larry) glared at her. "And why is that?" His tone held a bit of an edge to it.

"Masters," Vincent warned.

"The apartment complex I live in has glass vestibules at every exterior entry point, including the courtyard," she said. "Quite frankly it is an eyesore and not very economical. They are drafty, they leak when it storms, and the hand prints... Someone would have to be responsible to clean those windows every single time someone touched the glass. The company that owns the apartment complex has had to replace at least one door and five window panes already this year, due to hail damage and teenagers thinking they're hot stuff." She held up her hand when Masters opened his mouth. "Maybe they used the wrong kind of glass, maybe it was built in a hurry, or maybe it wasn't sealed properly, I am aware of every argument you could put forth. But the fact of the matter is this will only drive the cost of rent for these apartments up to offset the cost of repairs, not to mention the cost of electricity to heat and cool the building around the entry points. It would be more cost effective and aesthetically pleasing to have an inset vestibule." She frowned in thought as she looked at the design. "Mr. Stevens, which direction will the front of the building face?"

"Southeast," Vincent frowned at her. "Why?"

"Sunlight reflecting off the windows of an exterior vestibule will blind drivers on their early morning commute at this time of year," Sam pointed out. "It will be a safety issue for drivers."

Masters' eyes narrowed on her. "You're just a secretary. What do you know about architectural design and cost effectiveness?"

Sam felt her face heat up. Before she could formulate a polite rebuttal her boss spoke up.

"Jackson, I will say this only once," his voice was low, even, and a touch frosty. "And this goes for all of you. Please do not speak to anyone in my employ like that again." His hazel eyes flicked from one man to the next before settling on Sam. "Ms. Monroe has pointed out some very valid issues with the exterior vestibule. I was thinking the same damned things myself."

Sam noticed Masters getting ready to argue once more. She also noticed Vincent's barely concealed agitation. "Mr. Stevens, may I suggest we wrap this meeting up so you can prepare for your conference call?"

He looked down at his watch and grimaced. "Yes, thank you, Ms. Monroe. Gentlemen, we will arrange another meeting in two weeks' time to go over updated designs and budget."

Sam gathered her portfolio and notebook and headed out of the conference room. She stiffened when she felt several pairs of eyes following her.

Before she even cleared the door she heard one of the men mutter, "Stevens, you lucky sonofabitch. You lucked out with a looker with brains this time."

Her stomach churned at that, the all too familiar tone bringing up unwelcome memories.

She barely made it to the bathroom before she lost what little she had in her stomach.

Vincent bristled at Johnson's comment. He'd had the very same thoughts himself, last night in the god damned shower. He shot the man a hard look but kept his mouth shut as he walked out of the conference room.

He frowned when he heard Linda knock on the bathroom door.

"Sam, are you all right, Dear?" The older woman looked over at him.

"What's wrong with Ms. Monroe?" He asked, focusing on his assistant.

"Poor dear bolted into the bathroom and started throwing up," Linda shook her head. "She wasn't feeling well earlier this morning, either."

His frown deepened. "If she needs to go home, tell her to go home," he said before disappearing into his office to prepare for the conference call.

Sam flushed the toilet before turning to the sink and gripping the edge of the marble vanity. Her legs still trembled but at least she was no longer nauseous. Sucking in a deep breath she looked up and grimaced at her reflection. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery, her eyeliner smudged. Her chest was red and splotchy.

It had been a long time since she'd last gotten sick like that.

She washed her hands and dabbed at her face, wondering how the hell she was going to rinse out her mouth to get rid the nasty taste. Rinsing with warm water was not going to help.

She jumped when she heard a knock on the door, but didn't answer when Linda called out to her. When Linda didn't repeat the question Sam looked around, nearly crying in relief when she saw a bottle of mouthwash on a small shelf near the mirror. She didn't care that she would have wintermint fresh breath (she despised most mouthwash flavors) if it meant she wouldn't be tasting that awful stomach acid.

She walked out into the office a few minutes later. She gave Linda a soft smile. "I'm all right, my nerves bubbled up," she lied. "I went toe-to-toe with one of those men about a suggestion he'd had. I just hope Mr. Stevens isn't upset with me for crossing a line."

Linda shook her head, her brown eyes studying the younger woman. "Our Vincent values any impute we might have, Sam. Are you sure you're feeling all right? If you need to go home..."

She shook her head. "I'm not about to flake out during my trial week, Linda," she smiled again. "I feel much better, honestly."

"If you need to step out for some fresh air, Vincent won't mind," Linda suggested. "If you like, I could order lunch and you could pick it up."

"I could do that," Sam nodded.

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lukn4inspo · 6 years ago

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Gif It To Me Part 2

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Plus size Reader (Y/N)

Words: 1651

Summary: What happens after Sam and Y/N find something unexpected in the Impala

Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, unprotected sex (this is fiction, be safe y’all), cheesy yet sexy Sam, squirting, dirty talk

A/N: reposting cuz idk what happened

Part 1

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about handling you for a long time.” He was leaning into you so you had to fall back against the mattress and smiling his sunshine smile at your laugh. You never knew he was such a cheesy flirt. “I love to see you smile,” he said quietly. Your eyes widened at the unexpected sentiment. Nuzzling his face, you caught his lip and gently sucked it. You let your head fall back and waited for his reaction. He studied your face then captured your lips, slow but passionate. He wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you farther up the bed, not wanting to lose any contact.

The rest of the room was blocked out by his body and his arms encircled you completely, holding your hips and chest tight against him. His soft lips pressed harder, faster, more demanding. It was like he wanted to crawl inside your skin. Neither of you heard the door open but you caught Dean’s mutter of eww, gross. Sam threw up a middle finger as his brother quickly shut the door again.

“Want you,” Sam rasped. You nodded eagerly while his hands slipped under your shirt. “Show me. Show me how you want me to touch you.” You drew in a sharp breath and exposed your breasts, pulling his head down to suckle. He groaned and slipped a hand under your waistband, finding no panties and squeezing hard. His sucking mouth had you arching and dripping so you guided that hand down and pressed it firmly against your lower lips. He shuddered at your wetness when he sunk his fingers in slow. His head lifted to watch your face as he rolled your nipple and stroked you from the inside. “Let’s see if I like your orgasm face as much as your smile.”

It was another cheesy line but you were pretty damn distracted by his long fingers petting you so deep, twisting and pressing slow and strong. His eyes were intent as if he were memorizing your feel. You unbuttoned his shirt and let your fingertips drift down. No undershirt today. Bowed over you with his soft hair and intense eyes and shirt hanging open over that solid chest and stomach, he was a beautiful sight.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you murmured. He paused, startled but pleased.

“I think that’s my line.” The fingers wrapped around your breast dug in and you caressed that hand. “Perfect for me,” he mumbled. You didn’t know if you were supposed to hear that part but his hands did indeed fit to your generous curves better than anyone else’s ever had. A strong push and his fingertips rolled forward over your G spot and dragged down. Your mouth dropped open on a ragged breath then you pulled him down for a kiss. He nipped at your neck.

“I wanna watch you,” he breathed. “Can I? Like my very own porn. Strip you down and see all of you when you come on my fingers. Can I have that, Y/N?” The shudder ran all the way down your spine and caused your hips to jerk toward him. Or maybe it was the short fast strokes of his fingertips over your G spot.

“Yes. Yes, Sam. You can have that.” He stripped you quick and none too gently. Knowing this amazingly sexy man was so turned on at the thought of watching you was a glorious feeling. He pushed your knees up high and planted your feet so your swollen lips were completely exposed and he just looked at you for a minute. You watched as he gently spread you open and petted each individual part. Outer lips, inner lips, circling the opening, a firm line up to the clit, pulling off then rubbing the hood around and directly over it. When his eyes lifted to your face they were dark and predatory. His two middle fingers plunged in, knuckles pressing hard on the outside but inside oh-so-light touches drifting around your cervix. He must’ve liked your shocked groan because he licked lips and bit your thigh. “Fuck,” you breathed.

“Soon,” he promised, twisting his wrist and pressing a spot on your back wall that felt almost as good as the front. “When you’re ready for me.” You wanted to say you were ready now but you were not prepared to give up his hands just yet. The one not buried inside you was drifting over the rest of your body, curving around your sides, squeezing your ass. Judging by his uneven breathing and the small wet spot on the front of his jeans he was enjoying every minute.

He kept thrusting and exploring as he worked you. The way he challenged your walls to open and stretch had you scooping your hips up toward him and moaning brokenly. It was so intense you never thought to wonder why he was so determined to open you up. Your first orgasm hit with his wet thumb circling your clit. Your hips and thighs locked upward and you clung to his hand unable to breath for a few seconds.

“Oh my god, if you squeeze my cock that tight I might pass out. Fuck.” He kissed you desperately, still carefully moving his fingers but no longer pressing on your clit. Your arms were wrapped around him now under the soft flannel. “You gotta tell me. Have you ever squirted before?”

“Every now and then.” He groaned and shuddered.

“I bet I could get you there. If you trust me and don’t hold back. I wanna fuck you now, baby. Can I?”

The growled words had you whimpering and arching into him. Instead of answering you undid his belt and jeans and pushed his boxers down. Feeling the different textures of his clothing rubbing your skin while you were completely bare was a sensual experience. You swept light strokes up his oh my deliciously large cock and traced the head up your slit, it slid like silk around your clitoris, and back down.

All the strength left your thighs. They just fell open as he started pushing into you, your swollen flesh making room for all that hard, hot cock. Somehow, you were breathless and whimpering at the same time. When he was fully seated he breathed hard and heavy against your ear, trying to collect himself. But when he pulled back he was grinning like a smug bastard.

“I bet you’ll make the sweetest little helpless sounds when you come on my cock,” he rocked forward and you whined. Okay, he could be as smug as he wanted. He rested his head against you and gave a lingering kiss. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you.” It was a statement rather than a question but you could tell he expected an answer. Needed it. You ghosted your mouth soft and wet over his.

“Yes, Sam.” You emphasized your words by contracting and releasing your muscles around him. He almost collapsed with a strangled groan. One palm rested on the bed above your shoulder. The other cupped your cheek, fingers sunk in your hair. It was the most intimate moment you’d had in a long time and you could see in his eyes he was just as effected. Your eyes held as you both started rolling against each other. No holding back, no hiding. Every desperate sound weighing heavy in the air between you, building, and building. Hips moving faster, reluctant to draw apart, then slamming back together. Normally, you’d be cussing like a sailor but there were no words to be found. Just noises and breath and frantic kisses, nails digging and dragging, fingers kneading, holding on so hard.

Your next orgasm pulled a scream from you which he answered with a shaken yell but he couldn’t seem to stop moving. He kept pounding, holding you as close as possible, until he pushed you into another one that rolled into two more. You were writhing and bucking beneath him and his muscles were shaking where he surrounded you. When he finally came shouting your name and holding your shoulders down as if you were trying to get away, it drew another climax from you that sent you floating. Time was no more than a vague concept. Breathing was overrated. This, this feeling, was your drug of choice.

“I think you broke me.” You’d forgotten he was worried about hurting you until he tensed. “My higher brain functions are shot to hell.” You laughed and patted his back and he relaxed again.

“Back atcha,” he mumbled at the pillow. He rolled off to the side in a boneless heap. His hand was still caught under you so he scratched lightly at your scalp. “So when we can walk and all that shit, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Oh my god, Sam, you’re such a fucking romantic.”

“It’s called being adorkable. That’s what happens when my brain is fried.”

“Oh really? That’s what it is?” A heavy sigh. “I guess I’ll date you anyway. But later. Much later. After Gatorade and a shower.”

“That sounds awesome!” He groped around for his phone and texted Dean.

Bring Gatorade

Fuck you. Get your own Gatorade.

Y/N says please and she’ll love you forever.

….fine.

In about 30 minutes you’d both regained enough energy to get up and shower and found Sam was right. You had, in fact, squirted but you were both too caught up to notice. His boxers and jeans were drenched and you were inordinately proud of that. He kept a goofy smile while you washed each other and even after when you were retrieving your drinks from Dean. You expected some resistance when you suggested he get another room. At least a good bit of griping but when he saw the expression on his brother’s face he just grumbled alright, fucking lovebirds.

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