#I might be fucking up my search scope but still what

[astarionlover]

what the FUCK do you MEAN there are only 3 FICS on ao3 with the ASEXUAL ASTARION TAG

[cvnt4him]

hii it's meee :3 another izu req

reader plays a prank on her friend izuku, it ultimately goes wrong and they somehow end up trapped inside a closed space. Together. Alone. Tight room. Tension. Heat. Mwah

ah, another ask from the great mind of @lovelykil

I would be more than happy to fulfill this for you<33🎗️

Stuck Inside..

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God you loved your friend group, how chaotic, dumb, and funny they were, they always made you and mina feel like queens those boys did.

Bakugou, kirishima, denki and sero, they knew how to have fun they sure did, playing pranks on people, having movie nights that only inner circle people are invited to, it was ultimate fun.

But they had an initiation, to officially be invited to the 'bakusquad' not the name you would've gone with but whatever, you had to successfully prank someone in the dekusquad for 5 days and not get caught, see when sero told you this at the lunch table, bakugou and denki smirking while kirishima and mina looked at each other with such worried looks, you were already down, who didn't love a good prank on their peers?

Mina sighed and looked at you with a scared look like she had something to tell you, she tried too, opening her mouth before shutting it at the sight of bakugou staring daggers into her. You wanted to know why they were being so secretive but you didn't want them to not trust you, so you simply kept your mouth shut and listened to sero go on about the tradition.

"so all I have to do is prank someone? Easy."

You say rolling your eyes and clapping your hands together.

"don't forget, you can't get caught, so do whatever it takes, even frame someone else, to get away." Sero emphasizes heavily to you.

"too easy. Now, who shall be my victim.~" you scoff, then rub your hands together scoping out your prey.

"deku."

You hear a slightly rasped, deep voice chime in.

"oh? How come?" You question the still smirking blonde as he glared at you with deep volcanic red eyes.

"do the prank.. or don't. You're the one who wants to be with us, and those are the rules, either do the prank or dip. Either or."

Bakugou barks at you with a shit eating grin, leaning back against the window as he puts his hands behind his head laying on them.

You look around the cafeteria to search for the green haired boy, spotting him smiling and laughing with his friend group. His emerald green eyes shining so bright in the sun, his pearly white smile blinding you, he really was such a bright star, you were just afraid this prank might burn him out, although you really wanted to be apart of their clique, were you really gonna prank an innocent angel who's never done anything wrong to you, just so you can have a designated seat at the 'cool kids' table?

You inhale through your nose and exhale heavily out through your mouth.

"fuck it, I'm in. Any specific prank in mind?"

Yes, yes you were.

Your answer caused bakugou to smile widely at you, the rest of the boys doing so as well as they all snicker and snort quietly, again besides mina and kirishima who just sighed and accepted what was to come there truly was nothing they could do.

"shit man.. that might just make him cry, are you sure?"

You question after hearing the prank they wanted you to do.

"hey, your call, if you don't wanna do this, don't. We aren't forcing you of course these are all your choices, just make sure this is what you really want to do and be prepared to go down if you get caught."

The way denki worded his sentence made you feel something deep inside, guilt? No.. regret? Can't be, you hadn't done anything yet. So what was it?

You sigh, really thinking this through, hell you really felt something inside but you couldn't quite put a finger on it..

"yeah.. oh.. okay, I'll do it."

You agree before shrugging off everything and bringing your gaze back into everyone at the table, smiles still plastered on their faces as you see katsuki and denki fist bump.

That should've been red flag number one.

A couple days later you set your prank into motion, on Monday you started out tame, stealing little things he would need, whether it be his pencil, notebook, doesn't matter, if you could get your hands on it you did.

When izuku realized his notebook was missing, he freaked out looking around with a nervous face, not wanting to interrupt anyone or bother them with his silly needs, you kinda felt bad, but you couldn't let emotions get In the way of becoming an official member of the squad.

You sucked it up and waited for the next day.

As Tuesday hit your pranks slowly progressed into getting worse, you had started leaving mean notes in his locker, his desk, even his bad, they'd say just random hurtful shit, whether that be about his freckles or his scars, things you thought he'd brush off. But boy were you wrong, seeing his spirit shatter as he read each and every note really left a bad taste in your mouth, hell you thought you saw years prickling at the edge of his eyes.

You again, brushed it off and waited for the next day.

Wednesday, you decided to kinda bully him, well not really, just nudge him into the locker when you walked by, or kicking the pit of his knees making them buckle, small things like that.

He felt so humiliated when he nearly tripped because of you, everyone staring at him as you glance at him with doe like eyes and bat your lashes at him.

"are you okay?"

He looked at you with glossy eyes and sniffed before nodding violently and rushing out of the class, you sighed and grabbed you bag leaving too as it was the end of the day, god you hated this but you were almost through, just 3 more days and your free.

As thursday rolled in you sucked up everything in you and, mentally prepared yourself for the next prank, you decided to go off script and do little tame things, take a bite from aoyamas book and leave more little notes in his room, it scared him by the looks of him, you hadn't felt too bad for this one as you and already progressed from the little notes in day 2 of your pranks, just one more day, one more prank and then your free, however this prank was the worst and all if the bakusquad was gonna be present.

You had to make sure you didn't let your emotions get in the way so you mentally prepared yourself the night before.

Finally Friday rolled around, most Fridays are spent training so with that being said you need to change into your hero suit in the locker rooms, deku is always the last one to shower after training and putting away his hero suit, out of respect for his friends, at least that's what the boys told you,

You sigh readying yourself to go in there and take his clothes as they would lock the door making sure he couldn't get out unless he broke the door, then eventually coming back for him in the morning if he hadn't.

God you were terrified, the prep the night before hadn't helped at all, you were literally shaking in your boots. You sighed as you see all of the boys leave the shower room as mina and you waited outside for them to give you a signal.

When bakugou gave you a nod, with a wide smirk on his face you sighed and ran in, the door opening and shutting loudly catching izukus attention whilst he showered, he brushed it off as one of the guys coming in and stated in the shower, you walked to the bench next to the showers making sure he couldn't see you, you grabbed his clothes and ran as fast as you could, once you made it out you held his clothes breathing heavily with a smile on your face as you struggle to catch your breath, your heart beating so fast from the adrenaline.

"I.. I got it!"

You saved it around showing the boys and mina, a smile never making it onto her face, her knowing what's coming next she shuts her eyes and mouths and apology, you look at her as sero, kirishima, and bakugou give you your praise, you were so confused and focused on what she meant by it you hadn't even seen denki slip behind you and quietly open the door, mina quickly pushed you inside and bakugou locked the door with the key, everyone laughing loudly as you fall into the floor with a grunt, kirishima had snatched dekus clothes from you before mina pushed you in, you bang on the door and hokd back tears.

"hey! Let.. let me out! Mina, how fucking could you!.."

All you could hear was laughs as they suddenly faded away, their shadows disappearing as well, as another comes from behind you, you'd seen the shadow on the door as you quickly turn around with a gaso as izuku held a towel around his waist trying to assure you were alright.

You look down before looking back up and looking away.

It was awkward, silent, and he looked so fucking hot, and he probably guessed you were the one that had taken his clothes.

"...hey, you uhm.. wouldn't happen to know where my clothes... are?..."

He spoke quietly, and with a somewhat leveled voice not wanting to scare you off not that you could go anywhere.

You sigh before groaning in anger and frustration as you slap your hands to your face and slide down the door.

" I'm sorry... for taking your clothes and giving it to them, for bullying you and leaving mean notes and taking your things and--"

"that... Those.. things were you?..."

He asked in a confused tone, his brows furrowed, as he looked at the ground before slowly looking up to look at you, his eyes shaking, searching your face for an answer that you didn't want to provide.

You hadn't wanted to speak so you simply nodded, sighing as you bang your head back on the door, causing izuku to jump and rush down to you.

"hey, don't do that you could hurt yourself..."

For fucks sakes, you just admitted to doing these horrible things to him and passing them off as a 'prank' and he's still checking on toyou?

The way he looked down at you, his hand on the back of your head making sure you weren't hurt, his fingers rubbed the area soothingly, making your head lean back into his hand.

The two of you were just looking at each other, eyes staring into the others as your faces moved closer, before you knew his it, his breath fanned you face, the smell of mint coming off of it, he liked to chew gum to keep his jawline nice, god he looked so good like this, water droplets from the shower running down his body and wet hair.

The hand that was on your head moved to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it as he brought you close, your noses brushed against each other's slightly, it was so quiet you could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest, his breaths slowly turning more heavy as he looked down to your lips, licking his that were parted and nibbling lightly on his lower one.

"can I kiss you...please?"

His voice coming off more desperate and whimper-y than he meant.

You were tired of talking, tired of thinking, all you wanted to do was push your feelings from the betrayal you just went through down, and what better way to do that than fuck the person you'd been torturing for 5 days?

You pulled him into a deep kiss, groaning inside of it, your teeth clashed together and you pulled him by his shoulders, making him out his knees on either side of your thighs, his towel threatening to come off, you let him trail the kiss off into your neck as he gently kissed, licked, and nipped at it, little noises coming from him as he did so.

You sighed breathily, your eyes accidentally trailed down his lower abdomen, staring at his well toned abs and the v line going down, god that was so sexy to you, as your eyes kept trailing down you seen how his towel was even managing to somewhat stay up, his cock was fully erect and bobbing against the towel, that was the reason he was making whimper like noises.

He started bucking into the towel making your eyes widen slightly at the sight, a little damp patch forming in the thick towel, had he cum or something? You thought to yourself as he full blown moaned into your ear, was he really gaining that much pleasure from grinding his hard on against a rough towel?

You looked up to him as he looked down at you with a red face, his heart was racing as he looked down at his aching cock then back to you, you connected the dots and guessed he was asking you to touch him.

Without thinking about it, your hands trailed up his abs, then down again as you trickle your fingers over his wrapped cock, you felt his cock twitch underneath your light touches as a breathy sigh leaves his opened mouth, his eyes slightly rolling back, there was no way he was getting this much pleasure from this.

You scoffed and gripped his cock tightly, making his body jolt and a stuttery 'oh' leave his mouth as he looked down at you, grabbed you by your cheeks and pulled you into a heated kiss, he bucked his hips into your hand and he moaned and whined into the kiss, it being hard to stay in it due to him humping into your hand frantically like a bunny during mating season or some shit.

Your teeth clashed against each others once more as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, flicking his against yours, swapping spit and groaning into your mouth as you swallowed all his messy little noises that dropped from his mouth like spit.

He grabbed your other hand and pulled it up to his throat and wrapped it around his neck, you just kept your hand right there not applying any force letting him control it as he kept jerking his hips into your tightly gripped hand, he closed his hand around yours that was also around his neck.

Aww, was this his little attempt at getting you to choke him? I suppose his wish is your command.

You choke him harshly making his eyes roll back as he bit his lip harshly, moans being muffled by it, he bucked his hips a few more times before blowing his load into the towel, his cum seeping through the fabric and dripping onto your wrist and your pants, there was just so much you thought he was never gonna stop.

His hips kept lightly twitching up into the towel causing him to bend forward and moan into your ear due to the over stimulation, god his pitchy moans were so hot.

His hot breath still fanned your ear before he finally said something his voice a little groggy.

"please let me... let me eat you.. I want to taste you, please...?"

His sentence ended with a whimper in your ear as he moved his forehead to lean against yours.

"okay."

Was all you could get out before he pulled down your shorts in a flash, your panties coming off with them, he instantly hurriedly his face in-between your partially opened thighs, his tongue licking and prodding against your lower lips, not pushing his tongue fully inside, he licked a tongue stripe up and down your slit, a moan leaving your lips, you didn't fight anything and just let him work his magic, and bit was he magical with his tongue.

He finally stopped teasing and pushing his pink muscle inside, quickly lapping at your hole and lightly licking you clit in fast motions, he continued this for a while, and by a while I mean about 15 minutes, you were so close to cumming a couple of times but every time he sensed you were about to come he pulled away and pet your slit gently with his thumb, occasionally circling your clit slowly, agonizingly slow.

"wh..- why do you keep testing me like this.."

You groaned and looked down at him with glossed eyes, you didn't expect him to look at you with such a piercing gaze, his lidded emerald eyes staring painful daggers at you as he shoved two of his thick fingers inside of you without warning.

Your back arched and the pain mixed pleasures hips grinding down into his fingers as he finger fucked you, his fingers plunged in and out of you at a insanely fast pace, tears started prickling at the corner of your eyes, you were so close once again before he scoffed and pulled away with a smirk.

"do you really think you deserve to cum after how you've treated me all week? No, you're going to suffer like you made me."

His fingers arched up into you and plunged in and out of you at an erratic pace for about 5 more minutes, he just kept going and stopping not letting you cum.

"you wanna cum, love? Beg. Beg for me to let me cum, slut."

You were sobbing, tears streaming down your puffy red cheeks, hiccups and spit leaving your mouth as a string of incoherent begs left your mouth, you were pleasing helplessly for the orgasms you needed.

He sighed with a smile, squinted emerald eyes peering down at you in an evil, yet satisfied way. He loved how dumb you were from being finger fucked like this, god he could only imagine how brain dead you'd be if he fucked you in his cock.

He didn't say a word as he simply picked up up with ease, man handling you like a ragdoll, and switched your positions, you were now straddling his lap, due to you not expecting him to pick you up so quickly you leaned against his body, your tears falling onto his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly, hushing you while kissing the top of your head.

"it's okay, baby, you did so well for me. I'll give you what you need now, okay?"

You gulp hardly, you can hardly even get words out as you're still hiccuping from crying, before you can fully process what he says he undoes his towel that was previously wrapped around his waist and slammed his cock inside of you, you winced at the stretch and the brutal pace he'd already set.

You groan loudly as your eyes roll back, your head falling onto his shoulder as you can barely get out little 'fuck's and 'please's.

He hadn't let up, his hips hammering up into you, you were grinding down into him causing a breathy moan to leave him, a smile made it's way back onto his face as he kissed your head once more.

"you're doing.. so well, my love, it's okay I'll make you cum."

The way he whispered lovingly in your ear made this experience for you so much better for you, you had tightened around him, feeling that familiar feeling, you were going to cum, finally you were going to get to feel that release that you needed, tears continuously fell from your face as you moaned loudly, picking your head up from the crook of his neck to gripping his broad shoulders for stability as you begin grinding into him, feeling so close you hadn't wanted him to rip it away from you again.

He was shocked by the control you ended up taking, he didn't stop thrusting into you, although due to you grinding the rhythm he had set had been thrown off track, your hips hit against each other in an uneven fashion, but you couldn't possibly begin to care when you were finally going to cum.

Izuku grabbed at you hips, holding them tightly to stop you from moving, you tried to continue moving despite his painful grip on your waist, he was far too strong for you to even remotely gain he upper hand, you let him win as he sped up the jerking and jolting of his hips, the clapping sound of your ass meeting his pelvis echoing throughout the locker room.

There was one thrust that hit so vigorously against that sweet spot inside you, everything in you fell apart, you inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as you grip and scratch as his shoulders harshly leaving a mark and probabkt even drawing blood, he grkaned byt never ceased his hips from stopping, your velvety walls convulsed around his so sweetly it caused his hips to buck into you at a frantic and frenzied pace, his hios stuttering into you as his breath hitched, he squeezed his eyed shut tightly, trying to hold out just a little longer to feel your warn and soft walls tighten around him, alas he simply couldn't, he thrusted one last time before spilling his seed deep inside of you, the warmth of his thick sticky cum warming you entirely, a shiver going up your spine as he lets his head lean into your neck, sighing deeply in the crook.

Your head ended up on top of his, coming your fingers through his damp curls, he sighed in content enjoying the satisfying feeling of your fingers raking and scratching his scalp, you wanted to say so much but also just sit in the moment, it was silent, but it was a comfortable one that you hadn't wanted to ruin with words.

"why did you forgive me so easily."

You say in a groggy and slightly raised voice, you moaned so loudly and cried so hard you had slightly started to lose your voice, izuku simply hummed, enjoying the vibration of your chest as you spoke and the nice feeling of still being inside of your warm messy insides.

"well, I suppose I haven't exactly forgiven you yet, but I'm not going to stop being your friend because of what happened."

"seriously? This shit is fucked up, we're locked in here, with no way to get out, and you don't have any clothes you could get sick. Or worse. Die."

He simply chuckled, making you angry, you were worried and all he could do was laugh at you.

"what?"

"y/n I can't get common sicknesses anymore, I don't know what OFA has done to my immune system but I can't catch things like the flu, or a cold, or anything like that, so I assure you, I won't get sick and I won't die, but thank you for worrying about me."

He chided, informing you factually like you could have possibly known that. you sigh and nuzzle your cold nose back into his damp hair, you sniffed causing him to slightly tense and move back to look at your face.

"are you alright, y/n?"

The way he looked at you with those vibrant emerald eyes, so wide and loving, his cheeks still slightly tinted a light shade of red as his freckles are littered all over his baby like face, you smile and put your forehead to his, closing your eyes making him do the same and sigh.

"I'm okay, but we seriously need to figure out how to get the hell out of here." You say softly, clearing your throat from the scratchiness you could feel, were you getting sick?

"there's a back door that I'm sure they didn't lock. We can skip out though there, do you have your phone on you?"

"oh! Yeah, wh-... fuck me. This whole time I could have called someone to get us out of here." You groan, absolutely disappointed in yourself for not using your shitty brain.

He simply giggles before grabbing your now unlocked phone.

"you must've really wanted to have sex with me, eh?" He tested lightly poking fun at you making you slap his shoulder, another like if laughs leaving him as he calls iida, neither of you expected him to be awake yet he was, his breath was slightly ragged, what had he been doing, maybe out on a run? Doesn't add up too much, it's 10 pm and they have a curfew for 12 am.

Iida had helped you two out, meeting you two at the other exit and giving you clothes to give to izuku, he continuously asked questions on why the two of you weren't in bed and why izuku didn't have any clothes and why you two were even together.

The whole walk back to the dorms was full of iida whisper yelling at the two of you for being irresponsible, you couldn't stop looking at izukus face though, or just him in general, he suddenly became oddly appealing to you, but you still couldn't shake the guilty feeling of the things you and done to him, he glanced at you giving you a warm smile, kissing your head goodnight before turning into his room, taking iida by surprise.

You chuckled and went to your dorm, jumping in your bed and calming it a night, you sighed at the comfortable feeling of your bed, giggling to yourself remembering how izuku came inside of you. Your eyes slowly shut and you drifted off to sleep.

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AN; this shit is hot ass, but at least the smut is great, I might remake this w/o the pranking part, it was hard to think of a good prank to do for this fic, im kind of dumb so.. yeah. I hope you all enjoyed reading this<33

[seungfl0wer]

*I’ll do anything*

Part Title: Devils Helping Hand

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff?

Paring: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Warnings: Mafia!Au, Mentions of death, Sick sibling, Mentions of being shot, also mentions of being Minhos slave, slight blood mention

This will be a small series. For my 🔪 anon, they have a beautiful brain and now I’m obsessed with the thought of Mafia boss Minho 😪 (Their request/thoughts Here and Here) also side note this is the first series of writings I’ve done in a long while so please bare with me and my ramblings.

Series Master List

-🩵

You prepared for this for weeks, wanting it to go right because it meant everything if you could pull it off. Staring at the building knowing there was people in there willing to shoot you on sight. But none of that mattered if you could pull it off. Your brother has been getting worse and worse. He’s been in the hospital for the past month battling his illness but nothing seems to be helping. There’s a new treatment they want to try however it’s expensive. The insurance can only cover so much of it and the rest is up to you.

You’ve been working your ass off 2 jobs, barely eating to save money and your sleep schedule? People slept? You sighed loudly watching as people got into their car to leave. You’ve been scoping out the schedules of them seeing when they leave how long they stay how many go in and out. It was gonna work. It had to work. You find the window that’s been open for the past 3 days slinking your body through it. Bingo. The room was close to the one you needed. You peaked out the door quickly checking the surroundings before bolting to the room beside.

The door was locked but you learned how to pick a lock just for this. You worked your janky skills as you heard voices down the hall. Heart races as you quickly tried the lock and then it clicked. You were in! You hurriedly got into the room so know one could see. One thing that was very odd to you was there was no cameras. You even had a mask you were gonna wear but realizing there wasn’t anything you didn’t put it on.

You searched the room opening ever drawer and checking ever nook you could. You were getting frustrated not being able to find the safe you knew was there. Until you remembered in those movies people would keep things behind paintings. Eh it was worth a shot to check. Moving the few art pieces you rolled your eyes as you actually found the safe behind a painting of the boss. He was handsome, but word had it he was a very cold hearted man. I mean he had to be doing this job.

You searched anywhere to find a code he might have wrote down anywhere. You sighed why couldn’t it have been one of those with the tiny keys. As you looked you heard the door opening “fuck” you say in a whisper “this is it huh” you said to yourself. You weren’t going to go out with a fight though. You stood behind the door waiting for him to come in as he shut the door he looked over to his desk. Noticing things had been moved he turned to grab the door again only to be met with your eyes.

He was so calm and collected while your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Your palms started to sweat and you could feel a lump get stuck in your throat as you tried to speak. He tilted his head a bit looking you over “who hired you?” He asked staring at you eyes staying locked “I’ll pay you double what they’re paying you” he said still studying you. He seemed almost confused you looked like such a sweet girl. Your innocent eyes shaking as you stared at him.

“No one sent me” you admitted, trying to make eye contact with him. He scoffed a bit “you broke in here with out no one find you and you expect me to believe you” he laughed “what the hell did you come here for then? Do you have a death wish?” He said making his way to his desk. This wasn’t going as you expected but you weren’t leaving here empty handed. You stared at him as he looked at the painting that hid the safe. “Ah so you came for money is that it?” He questioned. You nod “My brother is sick” you said softly “i don’t give hand outs sorry” he laughs a bit before you cut him off “then let me work for you, I can do anything.”

He paused looking at you “I can get a whore anytime” he was about to say before you continued “I can clean really well, I’m also a pretty good cook” he raised an eyebrow he was honestly more confused than anything. “Pay me the money for my brother and in return I’ll be your servant” you said choking back tears. You couldn’t tell if it was from being upset about your brother or the fact this man could literally just kill you here.

He walked to his desk sitting down staring at you with big boba eyes “and if I refuse?” He smirked “what will little you do to me hmm?” He has a point what exactly could you do if he said no. The only thing you could really muster out was a “please” your hands trembled now, shaking so bad it felt like you were vibrating. Your legs felt like jello so wobbly and weak. You looked over your face making his way to you he lifted your head to make you look at him. He stared at you thinking hard “You will do anything I ask you. No protesting. Everything I say to you is met with a yes sir. If you cannot follow these orders say goodbye to your brother.”

That last part hurt a bit, but you nodded excepting the offer “good girl” he said in response dropping your face “how much exactly do you need?” He says like the money is an after thought like he was so rich it wouldn’t matter. “His first treatment would be 80K but his insurance is covering at least 10K so 70K.” You croaked out. It was so much money and that was only for the first treatment and it may not even work. You had 5K saved already from working yourself to death but it would take you forever to get it all.

He nodded “pocket change honestly” he said with a cold expression “I’ll pay it in full for you to come work for me for at least 6months” he said staring at you. You were honestly shocked 6months? You thought he’d just make you a slave forever “however you will move into my home for the time being so I can keep you close. Don’t want you running off after I pay” he laughed a bit “like you’d be able to hide from me” he said still laughing. “And if he needs another treatment we can work something out.” He said cracking his neck slightly.

You kinda just nod your head was empty at this point. Your body had almost gone numb at the thought of what you had offered. If you got yourself killed who would be there to help your brother? So you made a deal with yourself there and then, you were gonna put a smile on and work as hard as possible. No matter what the man would through at you. You were gonna live and live to see your brother better.

“So is it a deal darling?” He said his voice so sweet sounding but his face turned into a smug smile. “It’s a deal.” You said locking eyes with the man “Good choice, now please sit while I grab my stuff. We will swing by your house before we head to your new home.” You nod “oh by the way darling I never caught your name.” He said nonchalantly rummaging through his desk “I’m y/n.” You said as you watched the man he nodded slightly “Y/n- hmm. A pretty name for a pretty lady” he smiled.

Was he hitting on you? Your eyes widen a small bit thinking to yourself. The smile on his face widened a bit at your expression “gonna put you to work when we get there cause I’m starving” he said finding the paper he needed “oh by the way kitten, if you are going to my little slave just know you will not leave as innocent as you came here” he said smirking getting up putting his bag over his shoulder. That’s it. You had literally just sold yourself, not just for work but your body.

Shit. You said to yourself can’t he get any hooker or whatever he wants. He wouldn’t want you right? RIGHT!?

-🩵

He opened the door for you to get in the car he got in after sitting beside you. He told the older man driving your address and you headed to your house. Your mind buzzing thinking of what you are getting into. You broke the silence with a low “shit.” Minho turned his head in question wondering what had made you said that. But before he could ask the man had pulled into your place. It was a small janky apartment where he knew well had a lot of problems. Just last week someone from his group had shot someone dead in the street.

His eyes looked over at you how could you be living here? Someone so beautiful in such a crime ridden place, you didn’t have anyone here to protect you he thought to himself. Or did you? He never thought to ask honestly. And if you would have someone what then? He’d make sure they’d be outta the picture.

Minho broke out of his thoughts as you tapped his shoulder “uhm we’re here” you said softly looking at him with almost puppy dog eyes. You both walked in silence up to your door, your apartment was pretty empty you hadn’t bought much of anything after moving here. It was the closets and cheapest place you could get to your work and your brother. The place itself was very neat and clean almost looked like you just moved in.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to Minho “I have a question” you said avoiding eye contact. Before he could respond he heard a faint meow coming from the only chair you had in the living room. He smiled his expression softened as he knew what you were gonna ask. “I’ve always loved cats” he said walking towards the crusty looking cat. The cat rolled over as he approached exposing her little patchy belly. Her fur was a burnt orange color with a black and white batches over. She was a little chunky thing, with only one eye. Her meow was cute almost like a kittens meow how high pitched it was.

“Will she be joining you?” He asked as he petted her soft fur. His body language was so different now, he seemed approachable and kind. “Is that ok with you?” You said with hopeful eyes. He nods “of course” he pauses for second “when we get home you will address me as sir as I said before. You haven’t said it once but I will let it slide for now.” He said standing up staring at you ���get what you need quickly.”

You head to your room grabbing clothes and such. As you did the man snooped through your house. Checking your fridge. Empty. Empty?? His jaw almost drops at the sight. It was so bare not even condiments. There was a single bottle of water, a small carton of milk and jar of jelly. What the fuck do you even eat? He questioned. How are you even alive if this is what your fridge looked like. He looked in the cupboard seeing a few canned foods but he noticed you had a whole shelf of cat food, treats and wet food. Of course. Damn you’re so sweet aren’t you. Buying food for your cat over yourself. God how’s he gonna be this tough guy over you when you’re this loving? He thought.

You came back out with a suitcase packing the cats stuff and putting her in her carrier. You looked at him as he stood by the door scared for what is to come but relieved your brother will be taken care of. You two walked back the car heading to your new “home” back again in silence.

-🩵

You pulled up to a beautiful house, it was nestled in the woods you could see a beautiful garden at the side with a small pool on the other side of the house. The house itself was not overly big. Bigger than one man needed but no mansion like you thought he’d have. Stepping out of the car Minho grabbed the carrier as you took your suit case out. You headed inside where he gave you a small tour, showing you where you’d be staying which was right across from his room.

“Alright now that you know the place I’m starving.” He said stretching his arms above his head “let’s see how your cooking skills are” you nod as you both walked towards the kitchen. You looked through the fridge that was stalked to the brim of fresh vegetables, fresh fruit and meat. Anything and everything you could really want. You quickly get to work on making him some fish over rice and some fresh steamed veggies.

As you cooked he watched over you, like a Sargent almost. He found it so attractive you could cook because he himself loved to cook. That’s a reason he’s never hired a chef but now he had you. Watching you make him food, your pretty lips in a pout almost as you focused on what you were doing. His body almost moved on its own, he pressed himself against your hands coming up to grab yours as you cook. “You should do it like this” he said helping you cook the fish.

He was so close to you, you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck. Body pressed as close to yours as he could. His other hand resting firmly on your hip as his other wrapped around your hand that was holding the pan. You could feel him moving his hips slightly against you. Soft enough he thought you wouldn’t feel, but you did. God did you feel it. “Y/n” he said softly “you’re doing so well” his voice barely audible. The very intimate moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. His sighed loudly as he pealed himself away from your body grumply answering the phone.

“What” he hissed at whoever pulled him away from you. “Alright I’ll be right there” he said another loud sigh escaping his plush lips. “Of course I gotta go” he rolled his eyes. You titled your head a bit as you heard a car horn honking. He quickly went to the door “Make yourself at home I won’t be gone longer than 2 hours.” He said rushing out the door. You breathed out almost sad he had to leave. You wondered how much time he actually had to himself. He seems like he works himself a lot especially at the state of his house. You finished making his dinner placing it in the microwave for him to heat back up.

You kept yourself occupied cleaning up the kitchen, you cleaned up half the house before you sat down falling asleep on the couch. Minho finally came home later than he was supposed to. It was 3am, he looked exhausted slight blood painted his shirt. As he walked through the door he was almost shocked at how clean you had gotten things already. He saw you sleeping on the couch he was going to carry you to bed but remembered his shirt. He took a quick shower before coming back out. While he was in the shower you had heard him come home. You heated his food up for him setting it out on the table with a glass of whine you had found.

You slumped back into the couch waiting for him to come out only to quickly fall back asleep. The couch was so comfortable. You had been sleeping on a small bed on the floor. Anything was honestly better than it, it was so hard and lumpy.

Minho came out of the shower the smell of the food had filled the air his hungry stomach lead him straight to the kitchen. His heart cried as he saw you had warmed his food up and sat it out for him. Why the fuck are you being so kind to him? He thought to himself. He quickly devoured the delicious food you had prepared and oh boy was it delicious. He made his way to the couch seeing you had fallen back asleep he picked you up taking you to your room. You laid you down putting the covers over you and quickly kissing your forehead.

This was it. You were gonna ruin him. You already had his heart melting. Do flips at the sight of you. The thoughtfulness you had already shown and being so obedient cleaning when he didn’t expect you to already. He stared at you softly for a moment “one of us is gonna destroy the other, I can feel it. And honestly I hope it’s me who’s destroyed at the end” he said before placing another kiss to your forehead leaving to his room. He laid there staring at the ceiling just thinking of you before drifting off to sleep.

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[americasass81]

Not Your Kinda Love

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Implied Stalking, Threatening Behavior, Non-consensual Sex, Dubious Consent, Implied Smut {m/f, oral f receiving), Implied Use of Sex Toys, Implied DBSM Dynamic, Use of Pet Names. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Synopsis:- It might not have been your kinda love, but perhaps in the end it would be just what both of you needed.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Titles For Caplan Writing Challenge.  Thank you for hosting this fun challenge Caplan.  I really enjoyed creating this piece.

Author’s Note 2:- As usual all images have been found through google search.

Pairing:- dark!Loki Laufeyson X Female Reader

Total word count:- 4,134

Turning over in bed and reaching for the body beside you, you couldn't believe you were here ... again.  What was it about him that kept drawing you back night after night, heartache after heartache?  You knew he was never going to change given who he was.  Hell, he had all but proven as much that first night you had ended up beneath the sheets together.  And yet the more time you spent with him, letting him do the things he did, the more your heart still held out hope.  Still had room for the possibility that if you continued to give enough of yourself, he would hold you the way you now held him as your mind wandered back to when and how this fucked up situation first began.

Exactly three months previously and thank god the party was winding down.  Of course you loved being Tony Stark's personal secretary and knew any number of women that would kill for the job you now held and the opportunities it presented, but damn that man if he didn't take the 'personal' part of your job title far beyond the scope of what you had signed up for.  Calls at all hours of the day and night for stupid little things whenever a thought popped into his head as if he didn't have an array of virtual assistants capable of recording a quick email.  Work AND home things that Pepper insisted were not all your responsibility, which Tony continued to ignore to both her annoyance and yours.  And of course, there was the organizing of all those Stark parties.

Dressed up to the nines for every holiday event along with any other frivolous occasion the master of ceremonies decided was worth celebrating.  And you just had to be in attendance.  After all, not only were you a highly valued member of staff, but as Tony liked to remind you every chance he got, someone as wonderful as you deserved to have men and women falling over themselves to wine and dine you as they tried to prove themselves worthy of claiming your heart and where better to meet such individuals.  As if he'd actually stop pestering you long enough to give these potential suitors the opportunity to even talk to you.

No, picking up your latest drink from the bar now and taking a sip while looking at your watch, you promised yourself once the liquid ran out you were heading home.  Sure some of the women here had seemed interesting and hell having spent quite a bit of time in Stephen Strange's company you could certainly see the appeal where he was concerned.  But something wasn't right.  Maybe all your years working now as Tony's assistant had heightened your sense for trouble but you just couldn't get comfortable.  Then again maybe it was the trouble that followed the Avengers through no fault of their own that had you so on edge or maybe it was the eyes you felt tracking you all night yet never seemed to be there when you tried to zero in on them.

Yes, it was most definitely them you should have paid more attention to.

Raising your glass to your lips again to take another sip and just as you and the liquid kissed, all hell broke loose ... in a manner.  Shutting off the music and taking command of the sound system, Tony Stark’s trusted A.I. F.R.I.D.A.Y. clearly informed all those present that a minor emergency had occurred in the compound that required part of it to be locked down.  This meant of course that everyone, yourself included, was now expected to take up residence in an available room in the accommodation wing since all the main exits had been sealed.

So as you now downed the rest of your drink before heading off to find a bed for the night, you couldn't help but sigh at this inevitable turn of events while simultaneously grumbling at your lack of a family and the easy out that came with it.  After all, those people with kids had it all you now thought as you calmly passed some worried party goers making their way along the corridors or stopping for directions despite the fact that people were only permitted to head in one direction.  No, those lucky sods had shown up, enjoyed a few hours break and then headed back home at a reasonable hour under the guise of having been away from their little ones for far too long.  Hell it was even rumored on many occasions that Tony forked out for the childcare costs of those that attended these little shindigs.  Talk about having your cake, frosting and getting to eat it you thought.

Setting this aggravation aside and finally reaching the accommodation wing, you now let go of these jealous musings long enough however to claim the first open door you came across, stepped inside and closed it behind you before you realized none of it really mattered where you were concerned.  Here or at home, being the first or the last to leave, you worked too hard and too long to ever land a partner willing to slot themselves into your lifestyle and even if you did, Tony would probably still find some stupid reason to have you hanging around.

No, this was the job you ended up doing and there was nothing you could do about it other than quit … and even that hadn’t worked.

Sighing deeply now as you locked the door and began removing your dress and heels, the fabric pooling at your feet made you wish your resolve had been stronger.  So much stronger.  After all, was this not the reward the great Tony Stark had bestowed upon you the last time you had typed up your resignation letter and left it on his desk.  That and of course a fabulous week at a top of the range spa and the promise that he would also scale back his unreasonable demands on your personal time.

Yeah like that had materialized.  Two days back at work and all was as it was before.  He just couldn't manage without you it seemed.

Walking towards the bed now and slipping under the covers feeling totally exhausted, you were just about to close your eyes and leave Tony Stark and the rest of the compound to do whatever it was they were doing when a noise alerted you that sleep was not your destination just yet.  Sitting up in bed mindful now of all that might be going on within this private space, you thought about calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y. but then thought better of it.  After all, the eyes you thought were on you all night never materialized and for all you knew F.R.I.D.A.Y. was busy elsewhere dealing with whatever problem had landed you and the other guests in your current locations to begin with.

Then again, there was also the real possibility that it was simply the night's drinks playing tricks on your mind.  After all, now that you thought about it, you couldn't accurately remember how many you had actually consumed and thanks to you organizing this blessed event, it had been one long week that saw you burning the candle at both ends and now found you beyond exhausted.

No, listening intently now a bit longer and hearing nothing, you reassured yourself the situation had simply heightened your senses while your imagination flew off to the land of make believe.  You were safe and everything was fine.  Holding onto this thought then, laying down on the bed again and closing your eyes to the world around you, sleep came to embrace you once more before it was cruelly snatched away again however ... you had most definitely heard something this time.  You were sure of it.

Cursing yourself now that you had not worn anything under your dress, but smart enough to know that you couldn't fight off a possible intruder with a massive sheet wrapped around your body, you climbed out of bed and called out for F.R.I.D.A.Y. as loud as you were willing to under the circumstances, but wasn't surprised when no answer was received.  It seemed you were on your own.  Listening out once more now but again hearing nothing, you slowly opened the bedroom door next and looking around the living area was a bit relieved at least to see that you seemed to be alone.

Now you just had to prove it.

Walking quietly over the threshold then from one room into the other you didn't need the missing dress or the altered lock on the main door however to tell you that something wasn't right.  You felt it in the chill surrounding you that had nothing whatsoever to do with your thoroughly naked form.  No, you were most definitely not alone.

Placing one foot carefully now in front of the other while picking up a heavy glass ashtray from the nearest side table you passed, it still surprised you when you made it to the other side of the room without incident.  Reaching up to examine the locking mechanism then and confirming that it was indeed open now, your hand moving down to catch the handle and pull the door open raised a whole different set of questions however as the door held firm.

Placing the ashtray on the nearest surface now and using both hands this time to pull the door with as much strength as you possessed, you finally had to admit defeat and accept that perhaps exhaustion had at last caught up with you and had now reached the level of paranoia however.  For certain facts proved your theory wrong.  The door for example, despite your best efforts, remained closed.  The room, both of them in fact, remained to the naked eye completely devoid of humans except for yourself.  And there was definitely no other sound other than that of your racing heart.  Even if there were other minor inconsistencies.

Okay so your dress no longer occupied a circle of the floor by your shoes, but walking back to the bedroom then, its shimmering fabric resting now across the back of the couch brought your feet to a total and shocking stop.  Had you put it there?  Reaching out to touch it, it didn't align with any memory you had, but then again you were the only one here.  Perhaps your memory was the altered factor in this situation.  It's not like this hadn't happened before where you and copious amounts of alcohol were concerned.  So picking up the dress and this time taking it back to the bedroom with you, you now closed and locked this door too and placed the garment on the only chair in the room before telling yourself this whole experience was all in your head.  Now if only you could convince your eyes of that exact same fact.  For their experience told a totally different story.

Turning now to face the bed, its soft sheets and embracing comfort should have been waiting to welcome you back once more, but it seemed you weren't truly alone after all.  Stretched out before you now, every bit as naked as yourself, Loki, the god of mischief, was unashamedly ogling you like a predatory animal ready to pounce and devour you whole.  And it wasn't a pleasant thought.

But it wasn't your only thought either.

Running back to the door now and finding it every bit as stuck as the main door you had just assured yourself was perfectly fine, you now screamed out for F.R.I.D.A.Y. but quickly realized you were on your own when a chuckle behind you reached your ears and two strong hands rested now upon your trembling shoulders.  You were cut off from the outside world it seemed.

Turning back around to face your captor now, for that's exactly what he was, you knew you stood no chance of fighting him off however and since running was clearly out of the question, it seemed logic, reason and conversation was now your only avenue to head off whatever sick and twisted scheme Thor's diabolical brother had concocted with you at its center.  So removing his hands from your shoulders then and walking towards the foot of the bed, you sat down and let out another deep and exhausted sigh before finally speaking the words that forced you to acknowledge his very real presence.  "Loki, what the hell are you doing in my room naked and why am I unable to leave?"

Moving towards you now but stopping abruptly however when you stared him down with an exasperated expression, he held up his hands in surrender and walked instead towards the chair that now held your dress.  Picking it up then and dumping it on the floor as you had earlier in the night, he then sat down in a manner that left his whole being on display for anyone to witness.  Which explained why your eyes remained laser focused on his face instead.  You wanted answers and you were going to get them.  So, with a calm breath, you asked once more what he was up to and waited for his answer.  One you absolutely did not like.

"Well pet," he started, as his fingers skimmed lazily along his thigh, "we're on lockdown remember.  I needed a bed, you're all alone, so I didn't think you'd mind sharing.  After all, that bed is big enough for two and I promise not to bite,” he finished with a devilish look that told you all you needed to know.

‘Unless you ask me to,’ your mind now heard, though those particular words never actually left his lips.  They didn't need to.  Loki was a trickster after all.  Hell he was THE trickster.  If a bed was all he wanted there had to be a vacant one somewhere in this whole compound and his answer only covered why he was here in your room.  There was still the question of why you couldn't leave, not to mention why his naked form was occupying your bed when the couch in the living room would surely do him just fine.  No, he was definitely up to something and you were determined to find out what that was despite your fear associated with any answer he provided.  So you soldiered on and reminded him again of the second part of your question.  And of course he had an answer for that too.

"Come on pet, we do not know what this emergency is or what terrible beast my dimwitted brother and his band of buffoons may have tempted into this building," he stated now as he rose from his seat and walked towards you before continuing, "no, my conscience could not allow any harm to come to one such as you.  Best to make sure you are utterly protected," he now finished as he stood before you, reached out his hand to take hold of your chin and run his fingers along your cheek as you imagined they had on his thigh just moments ago.

Leaning into his touch now as if he was somehow working his magic on you, you may very well have fallen for his charms if the memory of the party had not suddenly presented itself front and center in your mind however.  The eyes you swore were following you all night but could never find ... "it was you," you suddenly blurted out as you broke free from his hand and now scurried up along the bed putting as much distance as possible between the two of you in the process.  "You were watching me all night.  You planned this?" and though these revelations all came out as a question, you knew.  Even without a word passing his lying lips, the truth could not be denied.

This was all his doing somehow.

Standing before you now as a wicked smirk graced his features, you didn't need his following actions to know that you were screwed.  If you were being honest with yourself, you knew it the minute the main door of the apartment wouldn't open.  You knew it when you found him lying on your bed.  You were what he wanted, but he wasn't about to have his way.  Getting ready to move from the bed and at least attempt to fight him off this time, it seemed he still had the upper hand however as magic tendrils coiled around your arms and held you firmly to the bed frame before he spoke again.

"Now pet before you think about doing something stupid, allow me to paint you a picture so you are fully informed of all that your future actions will entail," and with that a series of images flashed along the wall off to your right in a show of horror that would keep you awake for many nights to come.  Walking from room to room, muttering words you knew you'd never understand over each peaceful party goer he came across, you didn't need his explanation to know their fate now lay in your hands.

But then again Loki wouldn't be Loki if he didn't love to talk, so he stuck the knife in and told you anyway.  Told you that if you should refuse him now or any time here after, one, more or perhaps all of those assembled before you would meet a horrible and untimely death.  Tell his bumbling brother, your boss or anyone remotely associated with the Avengers, law enforcement or earth's governments and again, you knew the consequences.  Try to warn any of these innocent people in any way and it wouldn't end with their lives.  Their families?  Their friends?  Hell tragedies could so easily befall entire neighborhoods these days without anyone ever knowing why.

Best to do as you were told it seemed.  But could you really do that?  Could you really just give in and give this madman what he wanted?

Lingering on this question while gazing once more now as the images wound down to end on one of Shona, a temp you knew that worked for Natasha Romanoff, your blood ran cold and a tear escaped your eyes as the reality of your predicament truly settled in your heart.  He really had left you with no way out.  These people were innocent after all.  They could not be harmed because of you.  And it was because of you you suddenly realized as a totally different image all your own crystallized into being before your very eyes and superseded all of those that Loki had created.

Falling farther into memory's flow now of a night before you had started working for Tony Stark, your life had almost been cut short by a drunk on a motorcycle but for the intervention of a mysterious stranger clad in green and gold armor.  Pulling you out of harm's way and making sure that not a single hair was out of place, he had offered to see you home safely … and how had you shown your appreciation?  You'd walked away and never thought of him again.  You'd never spoken to him, never danced with him whenever your paths crossed at any event both of you attended.  Hell you hadn't even stood up for him and protested that he wasn't himself when the attack on New York had marked him as public enemy number one.

No, you had simply gone on with your life like nothing had happened and forgotten all about him as everyone else had his entire life.  And now you wondered why he was seeking retribution.

Had you only just said thank you or accepted one of his many dance offers.  Had you badgered Thor into realizing just how far Loki had strayed from the boy he had played with as a child.  But no, you had treated him worse than dirt and now your fate was sealed.  Yours and countless others.  So who was the real monster here then?  The god who had been cast aside for doing something any decent person would have done or you, who may now be responsible for many, many deaths as a result of thinking only of yourself?

Pulling against your bindings again as you still refused to accept defeat, Loki laying down beside you and muttering some nonsense as a redhead began writhing on the wall before you suddenly forced the reality of your new situation upon you however in a way his words never really could.  You were all at his mercy.  Sitting back on the bed then and asking him to stop, you exhaled a sigh of relief at his immediate compliance ... at least until he made his true intentions known.

Situating himself between your legs as his fingers and lips now mapped out every mound and hollow of your glorious body, his tongue and shaft reaching places no one ever had before left you completely lost as to what was so wrong with what was going on.  And that was long before the orgasms started.  The orgasms that shook your body, stole your breath and made you realize your life as you knew it would never be the same.  For there was no backing out of this arrangement even if Loki reversed whatever spell he had placed upon the party guests.  You couldn't give this up.

Sure the god of mischief had forced himself upon you by threatening innocent people, but damn him if he didn't make it worth your while.  Positions and toys you never knew of.  Pleasure that bordered on pain.  A tongue ... oh a tongue that could do so much more than spew filthy words that turned you on and disgusted you in equal measure.  And how could you even forget what his godly equipment was capable of.  A human phallus could never compete with his impressive erections, though many had tried.  No, as each night after your initial encounter became a new adventure in what depraved sex act your body could tolerate, even him disappearing in the morning without so much as a kiss on the forehead or a kind word could not it seemed protect your all too human heart.

You had started falling in love with him to the point where very little else mattered.  Work for example now became nothing more than a means of wasting away the day until night fell and your dark prince appeared once more to take you apart as you screamed his name for all the nine realms to hear.  Sure you still worked just as diligently and no one close to you ever suspected what night time brought your way, but beneath the sheets, in Loki's arms, someone else it seemed had taken your place.

Someone who loved to be dominated.  Who loved to be spanked, marked and pushed to new heights of pleasure over and over and over again at the whims of her dark lover.  Who loved ice it seemed far more than heat.  And who, no matter how many mornings her god pushed her arms aside and reminded her she was nothing more than a warm place to stick his cock, was only all too happy to provide whatever small comfort his body was willing to accept when he finally agreed her frail human form couldn't handle any more.

Which brought you back full circle now to him sleeping in your arms while your left leg rested across those muscular thighs that proved every bit as skillful at getting you off as the impressive length currently recovering from yet another night of pounding your pussy apart.  Pulling your body closer to his then as your mind finally accepted what you allowed him to do to you, you now prepared to join him in sleep as your dreams replayed him fucking you to pieces and then putting you back together into this new being that longed to have him acknowledge your growing feelings for him while also admitting that perhaps he too had fallen victim to love's influence.

Admitting that such a thing was most likely doomed to failure given who he was, his arm unconsciously moving up to encircle your waist brought a glimmer of hope you desperately clung to however when his muttered confession told you that his spell had been removed weeks ago.  Bolstered by this new information, the path ahead looked very different now however as your bodies rested together until your carnal desires called out to each other once more and this new dance took both of you to higher plains of euphoria all over again.

[vivvy-of-the-lake]

I'm gonna go on a dumb rant but this means a lot to me because it just hurts so much thinking about it. I feel stupid and silly and immature getting this worked up over it but also entirely justified and valid in my feelings and I need help (more under the readmore)

so I've been reading the manga for Bocchi the Rock after having finished the anime (no spoilers in this rant, don't worry) and even before having started reading it, I had come across all the major 'gay Bocchi' meme panels and i was definitely keeping an eye out for them as i was reading

(also i was reading it at https://bocchitherockmanga.com/ which for reasons i will get into I do NOT recommend AT ALL. all the issues i'm about to talk about aren't there in the mangadex version)

i've gotten through most of the series with no issues whatsoever, until I got to chapter 58. These latest chapters were being scanned by someone new to scanlations as a whole, and in particular bocchi stuff (I won't name names because that's not what this post is about, you can find who to blame just by reading it yourself from anywhere that isn't mangadex)

I was very keenly on the look-out for this panel, because for very obvious reasons it's become a very popular bocchi meme:

...but reading the version i was reading, not only were there very blatant grammar and spelling issues, but when i finally got to the panel-

what the fuck. what the fuck is this bullshit

"I've it's been popular nowadays..." doesn't make any fucking sense and had i not read the other version first i might not have understood what it was trying to say, and all of the text is so horrendously scaled and placed so awfully

but the real issue is in that "fine print":

"I already know the scope of the test, and it seems I'm going to be that one big-breasted popular girl on the exam!"

what.

the.

fuck.

this makes ZERO FUCKING SENSE given the actual illustration, i know bocchi has big boobs in the manga but WHO'S THAT GIRL WITH THE BIG BOOBS, HUH??? WHAT'S HER SIGNIFICANCE???

it doesn't take an expert to realise that what bocchi's saying here doesn't even make any sense if she's not even the one with big boobs in her fantasy of what will happen if she repeats a year

now i always lean on the side of never attributing to malice what can be attributed to stupidity, and i was ready to just assume this was a piss-poor translation

but i found the scanlator making a post on the MangaDex forums about the situation, and in it they said this (reminder that the panel in question comes from chapter 58):

so it was intentional. it was a person actually trying to censor the original intent of the author because they didn't like that there was gay representation.

...

i'm done. i'm so fucking done with this.

"i have given up on the lame goal of censoring bocchi the rock" yeah that's a little too late pal. the damage this guy has done is still apparent because in almost all of the places online, including the TOP RESULT for searching "bocchi the rock manga", they still use this guy's awful, rushed, and - let's be honest - homophobic scans instead of the new ones that are actually good.

oh and of course only one guy in the thread actually calls out OP for censoring it in the first place, and then another guy backs up OP and that's the end of that.

these things are small, but it feels like being queer is just kinda not possible nowadays. everyone tries to take it away from us and it's inescapable, even in the places we go to in order to get away from all the bullshit and awful stuff happening in the real world.

stuff like this seems minor but it sends a very real message to queer fans of stuff like this:

we can't have anything.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Coming at you all with a little snippet featuring Calahan and @poisonedtruth's Valerie Watson, my favorite deadly gremlin. ❤️ The idea started as a joke under this post.

Calahan followed Valerie down the path leading to the Doverspike Compound, whistling to himself as he holstered his gun to pull out a cigarette and lit it. "Next time, you're going in first, nah, hell, on your own. Sick of almost getting myself killed for basically nothing. Prepper stash? More like Prepper's trash. And no Peggies in sight to at least punch to make myself feel better.", he muttered in between drags. His companion just shook her head at first, then finally replied, "We can always send in Leslie to scope out the places." A snort left him, "Ah, yes, and have Sabrina go after me for getting him hurt. Yeah, Casey wouldn't need me to chase bulls for his fest then." That finally won a laugh out of Valerie, "Your choice, Rookie." They reached the bent that connected the property to the main road, an information board catching Hartley's eye and making him stop in his tracks in front of it. "At least they used my deputy picture. Proud of that one.", he frowned at the wanted poster John's men had hung up. His cigarette dangled between his lips as he searched his pockets for a pen and the second he found it, he added a little correction on his own. "If you see him, buy him a drink. John's orders.", Valerie read what he had scribbled out loud, "You know you're gonna go sober then? Nobody that would step a foot in the Spread Eagle is reading those." Calahan shrugged, "Worth the try. Ain't one to say no to free drinks, dollface." A frown came over her features, not at the nickname but at the realization above his poster was another one, bearing a familiar face. Hers. "Wait…what the fuck is that? Is that my face?", she asked in disbelief, causing Hartley to release a chuckle. "I mean, do ya have a twin I don't know about?"

Just then static sounded from the radio strapped onto his belt, "Going for a prepper stash at Doverspike. Over." A gruff male voice responded, "Be on the look out for Sinners. Over." "Hear that?", he said with a wicked smile, "We're about to have company." Yet Valerie wasn't really paying attention, still frowning and mumbling to herself "How did they even get my picture and name in the first place?" Calahan wasted no time as he headed for the nearest bush that was lush enough to conceal his tall frame and crouched down. "Johnny's got a cruuuuuush.", he sing-songed, his words making Valerie turn around and scan the area for him. "You repeat that again, Hartley, I dare you. The fuck did you go?", she called out and her eyes eventually settled on his hiding spot when he raised a hand in a wave, "Why are you in the damned bush, Rookie?" "Dropped my contact and searchin' for it. What do ya think? I'm blending in. So... shhh. A Peggie is bound to arrive soon. Did ya not hear the chatter?"

Valerie rolled her eyes as she neared him, "You're a child." "Well, I'm about to play deadly hide and seek with some cultist, you in or not, dollface?" "I'm not crouching down in your bush." Calahan bit back a laugh and a crude remark as he sat down and got as comfortable as he could, "Suit yourself. Am I visible, by the way?" "You're doing okay, you might need more leaves though. Put some dirt on your face while you're at it, trust me." He narrowed his eyes and watched her take a spot next to him, "Ghillie suit it is next time. At least then I can lay down, maybe catch some sleep." "And I'd be on the lookout while you're "resting", I assume?", she asked in a hushed voice. "Obviously. And dirt?", he reached out a hand to poke her side but she swatted it away, "Go on, try to convince me you ain't trying to play me and see if I would spread it over my face for kicks. I'd still rock it, you know." "I might need to see that to believe it, Rookie." "Nuh-uh. I'm taking Mary-May out later. So not happening.", he retorted, unable to stop a proud smirk from forming. The moment was shortlived when he felt her fingers touch his cheek and spread something over it. Dirt. He hoped. "There. Better. Guess you were right. You do pull it off. Might want to add it to your beauty routine." "You did not just-", he twirled in her direction, ready to return the favor. "Silence. You wanted some Peggies?", Valerie shushed him as an Eden's Gate truck rolled past them towards the house, "Time to dwindle John's men in numbers a little more, Rambo."

[lqfiles]

as a cowboy the wind is my home 🤠🤠🤠

idk what that was anyways hi sending you ANOTHER ASK TO PROVE IM NOT DEAD.

i can’t uh explain…. the trust issues thing, i feel like some of my followers follow you too so i don’t wanna accidentally reveal myself but let’s just say i did a certain plot twist in one of my stories that nobody really saw coming and my inbox got blown up and i got really overwhelmed 💀💀💀😤😤😤 (i just revealed a lot YALL CAN’T EXPOSE ME OKAY)

man. winhyuck… my beloved. SM DOESNT GIVE THEM ANY CONTENT AT ALL WHICH is why i don’t blame you. but it’s fairly obvious especially during nct u eras where everyone’s together, like haechan always wants to sit next to winwin, when they were doing that relay hour thing, haechan fr went “I WANNA HAVE MY TIME NEXT TO WINWINS” (and that didn’t even happen bc originally they were together and then winwin traded his time) and on stage when they perform concerts together he’s quite clingy to winwin (as well as others so i see where you’re coming from)

i only really see it bc im obsessed with winwin, hence the multiple pcs i bought… of him. ahahahah. BUT ALSO FOR SOME REASON MOST OF MY FRIENDS ARE HAECHAN BIASED? like idk where y’all came from but (not that im complaining) my irl bestie is haechan biased, a lot of my online friends are haechan biased, you are haechan biased, i’m literally surrounded. so i do pay attention to like winhyuck interactions bc… omg… look… it’s us… 🥺🥺

i also feel like haechan misses winwin a lot bc he’s “no longer in 127” (fuck sm) and so he cherishes the moments he gets to be with winwin. plus winwin actually reciprocates haechan’s advances in comparison to other people (ahem taeil)

sorry i love yapping i could yap about them and winwin for hours i just spent 20 minutes yapping to my boyfriend about how park jisung is not han jisung but i think he’s close enough tbh he put in the effort

anyways i hope u get a job omg have fun? MAKE THAT BAG GIRL and fr everyone needs to stay healthy get good rest get good sleep get good food and touch grass. love u 🫶🫶

- 🤠 who is still alive (for now)

omg you lowkey ate that.. you move like the wind OKAYYYY

OMGGG a good ol plot twist no one saw coming WELL DONE but now i might have dig the nct tags and search for your account because i’m lowkey nosy hsjdhdjdj

the way you feel about winhyuck is how i feel about markwoo and markmin, no one gets our nugu pairs but its okay because we see further than the normal human eye does, we can scope these little interactions out WE KNOW WHAT REAL FRIENDSHIP IS!!!

i feel like people who bias haechan all have some kind of sassiness to them like we truly are in the sassy apocalypse and haechan is lowkey to blame for it (endearingly of course) anyways all my moots are haechan biased too which is why i love sfs even if they got a bad rep like ILL STICK BESIDE MY COUSINS (sometimes..) hsjdkdk this is so funny tho because the way you act about winhyuck is exactly how i act about markmin this is sick 😭😭😭

THAT JISUNG PARAGRAPH IS HSKDHSKJEKWNKS he puts effort in is so 😭😭😭😭 we freaking love you PARK JISUNG URI GOAT ONE OF A KIND ❤️❤️

HOPING I GET THAT BAG TOO AAAGHHHH my fist pay check i will be buying new clothes and hopefully a new sims pack YES LORD hope you have a good day too ILY <333

[fragileswift1313]

Bing!

Kia ora, friends!

I think I may need to preface this for those not necessarily keeping up with tech news, so a few weeks ago at this point, Microsoft announced it was releasing ‘The New Bing’, powered by a version of ChatGPT, which is an update to their search engine that competes with Google. Now, if you’re not familiar with ChatGPT, that’s a whole other topic that is well outside of the scope of this post (or even this publication!), but this article from The Verge might be able to give you some context. This new version of Bing is pretty cool and I’ve played around with it a bit, and I wanted to share with you all some of the stuff I’ve gotten out of it.

So on a whim a recently, I decided to ask Bing to write me a poem. To be honest I was kind of shocked, because it’s so good, it feels like magic. I had a particular person in mind when I asked for this, and it just fits so well with how I really feel. Of course I can’t claim any kind of credit for this, a robot wrote it, but I felt like I desperately needed to share it with the world because it’s so fucking good.

The prompt was ‘heartbreak, hatred and loss’, and the following is what it gave me:

You broke my heart into pieces You filled my soul with hatred You took away all my reasons To live, to love, to create Now I'm left with nothing but pain Nothing but memories of you Nothing but scars that remain Of the love that was never true I wish I could forget you forever I wish I could erase you from my mind I wish I could find a new lover Who would be gentle and kind But you haunt me like a ghost You linger in my dreams You are the one I loved the most And the one who made me scream So how can I move on from this loss? How can I heal this wound? How can I bear this cross? That weighs me down like a tomb Maybe someday I'll find peace Maybe someday I'll forgive Maybe someday I'll release The hatred that makes me live But until then, I'll write these words To express what's in my heart To let go of these hurts And make a new start.

After reading that, I decided to give Bing the same prompt but with a “happy ending,” and it wrote this:

You broke my heart into pieces You filled my soul with hatred You took away all my reasons To live, to love, to create But then I met someone new Someone who made me smile Someone who saw me through The darkness and the trial He showed me how to love again He healed my broken heart He gave me hope and joy and pain And a brand new start Now I'm grateful for what you did You made me stronger and wiser You helped me find my true love's bid And become a better person So thank you for breaking my heart Thank you for making me hate Thank you for taking apart My life, my love, my fate Because of you, I found the one Who loves me more than you ever did Who makes me happy and makes me fun Who is my partner and my friend.

These honestly gave me goosebumps when I read them. A machine wrote this. I mean I guess technically not just one machine but many, but it’s still bizarre to me that AI technology finally feels like it has arrived. It’s not perfect of course, and you may have heard about some of the bizarre things Bing was saying before Microsoft put some additional chains on it, but it’s still really fucking cool.

As far as I’m aware, Microsoft is currently taking requests for access to this, but if you have a Microsoft account and a device that can run their Edge browser (there is also a dedicated Bing app on the iOS apps store), you can head to bing dot com and reserve your place in the queue. I think this is really cool; it remionds me of the first time I got to interact with Siri on a family member’s iPhone 4s, how magic that was to finally see a voice assistant that worked. I’m really excited about the future of this technology, y’all!

Thanks so much for reading! As always, if you have comments/questions/suggestions, you can hit me up at the links at the bottom of the page. I also have a personal Tumblr page where I mostly just Taylorpost (the term I invented for endlessly reblogging GIFs of Taylor Swift) and reblog stuff that I like? And, there’s that email address there now too!

Thanks again, everyone. I’ll talk to you all again soon. Ka kite anō au i a koe. 💚

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[robert-edwin-house]

FNV Arcade + Boone + mr house react to finding the courier crucified and heckling the legion below them

i have one ask in my inbox im working on but i need to write this, i might make a part two with others but idfk

The courier was always a tough nut to crack- and an avid wander. At first when the courier disappeared into Legion territory, their friend was nothing more then annoyed. When a week went by with no updates and no legion bloodshed then they worried. Searching near Nelson they stumbled upon a gruesome scene. A group of legionaries surrounding a crucified courier.

Craig Boone

From his distance he could only make out the legionaries pointing and laughing. Through his scope he watched for a moment, hesitating and remembering. Slowly he raised his sight to the poor soul on the cross, preparing to free them from their torment.

It was Six. The solider nearly dropped his weapon, shaken- horrified. Not Six. It couldn’t be Six. When he checked again Boone noticed Sixes almost lucid laughter, and the sudden hostility of the Legionaries below. Dispatching the legionaries with haste, Boone nearly tripped down the mountain towards the Courier.

“Took yah long enough.” Six cheekily said, though their tone turned more serious, “You okay, Boone?”

Only then did Craig feel the tears on his check, and shakiness in his hands, “You scare the shit out if me sometimes.”

The courier laughed drily, the desert air reeked of dried and fresh blood, “Just get me down.”

Arcade Gannon

“Oh my god-“ The doctor quickly ducked into a bush, covering his mouth.

He had just walked up a hill, and then finally noticed the legion on the other side. Thankfully they where facing the other way, towards a cross, with Six on it. Fuck.

Arcade watched with horror, freezing up completely. Listening to the legionaries belittle a silent courier. Judging from his postion, Six wasn’t doing so hot, the ropes used to hold them down where clearly days old, and covered in blood- fresh and dried.

“”The great slayer of the ceaser” so easily crucified for our amusement-“ Acrade couldn’t take anymore, would the best option be to free Six from their misery, or to try and fruitlessly free them.

Six started laughing causing the ex-enclave to freeze once more, “What? This is the best you can do? Put me on some sticks in the air, to boil in the sun?”

Arcade shot the nearest legionary, disintegrating them into a puddle. Swiftly dissipating the others, the doctor practically flew forward. Grabbing Sixes top left arm restraint, and a scalpel in his lab coat.

“Oh my god- Did you plan to get crucified by legionaries or was it a spur of the moment type deal?” Sarcasm, anything to keep himself from freaking out more.

“Would you stop cutting me down and leave me to die if I told you I sort of expected this?” Six sheepishly smiled, sweating in the hot sun.

“God. God Six. You’re the dumbest person I know. What the hell.” Arcade didn’t stop cutting his dear friend down however, despite being a dumb fuck, they where his best friend.

Mr. House

His courier was a master mind- the second battle of Hover damn proved it- So House found it hard to believe they could have been crucified by the fragments of the Legion. However his sectitrons reported Six crucified, and jesting with them.

“You’re all pretty pathetic you know, I’ve been up here for nearly four days now and you still have yet to come up with a decent-“ Six was rudely interrupted, when their audience was mowed down by a single secititron with Robert House’s face on it.

“Logically, Courier, you had only a 2.6% odds of being crucified- even if you came in here with your bare fists. Why in the world on you on the Legion’s mockery?” A slightly stressed if not rude Mr. House snapped, rather quickly shooting off the courier’s bonds, dropping them to the hard rocky ground.

“For fun of course! They happen to be my favorite pass-“ Sixes retort was cut off by their own coughing.

Despite all their show of strength they where still human no- cyborg? House verbally rolled his eyes, picking the weakened Courier up.

“I expect a full report once you’re stable, don’t think this isn’t coming out of your paycheck.” Now it was Mr. House’s turn to jest. Despite what he said, no caps would be deducted from the Courier’s funds, he honestly did care about this reckless crazy mailman.

[bagsybaggins]

The Ghost of Her: Chp. 3

Chapter 3: FIRST MISSION

The familiar feeling of adrenalin, the burning of my muscles, and the sound of gunfire. A mission, a task, or a problem that needs to meet its solution. A solution that ends with bloodshed.

What's your reason for fighting? To complete the mission.

What keeps you going? The mission that will be next.

What makes it worth it?

I still haven't found that answer.

"Raven, how copy?" I hear Soap's voice come through my earpiece and I sigh.

"No sign of any movement, and no sign of target. Anything on your side?" I ask as I shuffle forward and glance through the scope of my rifle.

He responds with, "Negative. It's a quiet night right now."

Closing my eyes, I groan and let my head knock against my gun. "For fucks sake Soap." I hear Gaz mutter before comms fall silent.

"I've got eyes on the target, they're moving west going down your road Raven. Should be in sight in five ticks." I hear Price say while Soap exclaims, "About fuckin time."

Peering through my scope again, I watch the road between the two buildings, exhaling when I see a blue 4-door SUV drive into view.

"Blue SUV?" "Affirmative." "Then I've got eyes on the target."

I rest my finger alongside the trigger but not on it, and as I shift to follow the car I notice something in the back of the vehicle. Reaching behind my back, I reach behind my back and pull out my binoculars. My eyes widen as I catch sight of what is in the back of the car.

"Price does the target have a family?" I question.

Silence fills the comms before I hear the click. "Negative, why do you ask?"

Clenching my jaw, I return to my scope, placing my binoculars by my feet. "There's kids in the back sir."

The car pulls into a building, and two guards in the front close the gates behind them, the vehicle disappearing from my sight. I scar the roof of the building, spotting a small number of guards patrolling the roof.

"Two snipers, one in the clock tower, another in the building to your left Raven." Ghost's voice startled me, but my eyes darted up toward the locations.

Shifting my position, I aimed toward the clock tower peering through the scope to catch the sniper.

"I've got the clock tower sniper in sight. Tell me when." I murmur through comms.

"Hold." Ghost replies, and I hover my finger above the trigger as I watch the sniper scan the area around the tower.

The Sniper pauses as one of his teammates climbed up the ladder and starts talking to him while taking out their own rifle. I narrow my eyes as I blink from a sudden light flashing from my far left, and I slide back as I turn my scope to check it. I pull out my binoculars, gazing through them quickly, and then duck down behind the ledge. 

"This is Raven, I've got a daisy to my far left, inside the building with the blue tarp, top floor. I repeated, building with the blue tarp. I might be compromised, holding position until confirmed." I called out in the comms, peeking over the ledge and taking another look at the one in the building.

"Copy that Raven. Soap, get your eyes on that target." I hear Price say before I lift my rifle again.

I peer through the scope and scan the surrounding windows and roof, searching for anyone else possibly hiding. I let out a small exhale of relief when the man falls down with a bullet hole in his skull.

"Nice shot Sergeant," I reply on the radio, turning back to the clock tower.

The one who was originally there was now moving down the ladder, so we had caught them in a shift change. I watch as he disappears from sight before I shift my aim up toward the one left in the tower, who was now smoking a cigarette.

"At least you hand out compliments Raven." I hear Soap respond, causing me to smirk.

"I only dish them when they're deserved Soap." I lean back and glance down at the watch on my right wrist. "This is taking too long, I'm taking the shot."

"Negative-" I hear Ghost say, seconds before I fired my shot into the sniper's head. He collapsed into a crumbled heap before I turn my gaze to the one on the building to my left, and I knock him into an endless rest.

"Snipers down, you're clear to move to the gate." I pull back and look through my binoculars and try and catch anyone else I could snipe without drawing attention. However, there was none to be found. Well, none that could be taken down with a single shot anyhow.

 ---

"Raven- Lucy?" 

I exhale shakily before turning my head up towards her voice, Scraps. She had a look, the familiar damn look of sorry and pity on her face. One that I've seen too often today.

"What do you want Scraps?" I huff, turning away and lifting a bottle of some shit-tasting beer to my lips.

I hear her sigh. "I wanted to check on you L.T. No one's heard from you for a week now. We've been getting worried."

Shaking my head I smack my lips together as I swallow the bitter liquid. "I'm fine, now leave me be."

A moment passes, and I can still see her shadow looming over me. "I said get Scraps!"

"No, I'm not leaving you, Lucy. You don't have to be alone, in fact, you shouldn't be alone right now-"

I stand up, my blood boiling underneath my skin as I turn to her. "And who are you to decide that, huh Scraps? Do you think that I need to be babied right now? That I should be watched so I don't do something drastic, or stupid? What, you think I'm going to just grab my gun and put a fucking bullet between my eyes? Huh?" I yell at her, stepping into her personal space as she slowly backs up.

She stares at me with wide eyes before her lips pull downwards into a frown. "Yeah, I do. I think that I have a right to be worried about you, because I care about you, Lucy." She inhales deeply before shaking her head. "We've known each other for over two years, Lucy. I know you well enough to know where your head is at. I know what you're thinking."

I narrow my eyes at her, cocking my head slightly to my right. 

"So what am I thinking, Vanessa? What is going on in my head?" I ask, my brow raised.

"You want to end it. To see her." She whispered, with that stupid fucking pity.

I laugh loudly before shaking my head. "That's where you're wrong Vanessa. I want revenge. And I'm going to find them, and rip them to shreds."

---

I shoot a man through a window as Soap and Ghost sweep through the right side, while Price and Gaz took left. 

"This place is a bloody maze." I hear Soap complain as he ducks behind a corner. "How are we going to find what we're looking for? At this rate, we'll be trapped like mice before we even find the room, let alone the intel."

I take another shot at someone who was sneaking up behind Gaz, switching from team to team, covering their six when they couldn't.

"Cheers for that Raven," Gaz calls out as I reload. "Not a problem Gaz."

"Kid, find us the room or join the bloody fight." Ghost hollers in my ear, and I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

I gaze through my scope, scanning the windows before noticing someone escaping out of the back alleyway. The blond male with the two boys ran towards the vehicle. I inhale deeply before firing my shot, shattering his kneecap. He screams in pain as he falls to the ground, the boy's faces filled with terror as they try to help the man up but ultimately fail. The narrow my eyes as I zoom in on the boys, noticing the badly hidden weapons tucked away in their jackets.

"The target is in the back alley and is now injured. Any intel we're searching for will be in his main office, which is to the left side of the building, top floor, and the last door on the right. The target has two armed child soldiers with him." I report in, my eyes staying on the target who with trying to wrap the bleeding with a part of a kid's sleeve.

"Fuckin hell, how do you know all that?" Soap asks.

"I'm your eyes in the sky, anything I see, I report. Besides, it was the only room in the building plan with a stairwell in it leading to the back alleyway. Oh and Ghost? It's Raven, not kid." I narrow my eyes at the target before standing up. "Price, I'm going to make a move on the target. We can't let him slip through our fingers."

"Roger that Raven, keep us informed. We're clear the building and scavenge the intel."

[msookyspooky]

Sequels Suck

Part 15

word count: 5,607

The detectives were a few feet away as you motioned for them to stay back a bit. They exchanged glances but allowed you to be a good 20 feet away. As long as you were within eyesight; it was fine.

'We're in public during broad daylight...I'm pretty sure that's against one of those horror movie rules Randy talks about.' You thought as Randy urged you to follow him. Randy took you beside a building with barely any students nearby as the detectives watched from a bench. Scoping the area in the meantime. 

"Randy, what are you bringing me out here for? Are you okay?" 

He opened his mouth to talk but hesitated when he looked at you. "...By the look on your face, I should be asking you that question. What happened?" 

You faltered and looked away. "I had...Forget it. You won't believe me." 

"YN. After what I just saw; I'll believe you if you say that this college is actually run by undead vampires...Actually, I might believe that anyway. I mean -" He shook his head to stop himself. "Whatever! Just tell me." 

You looked up at him in surprise. "...Are you sure?" 

"YN." He urged as you threw up your hands.

"Okay!...Billy called me yesterday and...I sort of insulted him...A lot. Like...Called him a pussy, a prick and dragged his mom among some other poor choice of words-" 

"Ooooohhh, that was probably not a smart choice. Funny...A little bad ass...But not necessarily smart." He gave with a raise of his brows and a click of his tongue.

 "Yeah, well... I know. I found out today." 

You released a heavy breath. "Randy, they cornered me in the dressing room in the theater and-" You swallowed. Too ashamed to elaborate. He watched you, searching your face for an indication of what happened.  You stumbled over your words as he waited. "-They uh...They still have an obsession with me. They were going to kill me and I barely got away." 

You adjusted your jacket collar. Trying to hide the hickey on your neck. You wanted to take it to the grave on what they almost convinced you to do.

"...Are you okay?" He softly asked. 

You couldn't look him in the eye. "Um, physically yes." You sighed heavily with a frown forming on your lips. "Look, I know you don't believe me-" 

"When?" Randy urgently cut you off as you just blinked at him.

"Uh, about an hour ago?...Why?" 

His face dropped as he combed a hand through his hair. "Fuck my life…" He muttered with a whimper.

You stared at him. "Ray?...What happened to you? You look like you saw a ghost." 

"God, I wish I did." He mumbled before looking up at the sky with a long, shaky breath. He looked back at you. Genuine terror in his eyes. 

"I saw him, YN...I actually saw him." 

"Saw who?" 

"Stu! I saw Stu." He rushed out under his breath.

Your own eyes widened at what he was saying. You were silent as he had a distant look in his eyes and ranted. 

"I know that goofy ass mug anywhere. I grew up with that annoying look on his face. I can say it's a case of mistaken identity with generic ass Billy but Stu?! No fucking way, no how. Even with all that metal in his face and a bad dye job. I know Stu Macher when I see him!...We are so fucking DEAD!!" He shouted and you had to shush him as the detectives looked over as well as a few students from the sidewalk.

He bit his lip, eyebrows turned up and eyes wide. You leaned over a few inches from his face as you whispered. 

"Where?" 

 "Outside the theater building...Maybe 45 minutes ago...An hour. I've been rushing around looking for you!" He laid a hand on your arm. "You're not imagining anything, YN. I saw him too…I did. I freakin saw him!" 

You covered your mouth and had to walk away for a moment as he watched you. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You did a bit of both as you took a moment to get it together. You couldn't help shaking your head with a humorless chuckle escaping you.

 Randy threw up his hands at you. "YN, don't you get it? We are fucked!" He hissed under his breath.

You whipped your head around and marched back over to him. Muttering under your breath. "Yeah, no shit...You don't think I don't know how fucked we are?....." 

"HELLOOO!" You exclaimed, ditching any idea of being quiet. "I have BEEN saying it!" You yelled at him as he just blinked at you with a dumbfpunded expression. "I have been TRYING to tell you! I've been trying since I got here!" You threw up your hands with a sarcastic smirk and bitter chuckle. "Did you believe me? Nooooooo! So, if we are FUCKED, then maybe we wouldn't be as fucked if someone would have taken me seriously to begin with!" 

Randy scoffed with an outraged expression and pointed to himself. "Are you seriously blaming ME right now?" 

"No but...God damn it, Ray!" You grabbed your head and slumped against the building. "Why didn't you trust me? Why didn't you just take my word for it? NOW you suddenly want to lose your shit when I've BEEN losing my shit and no one took my word for it this entire time?!" 

Randy ran a hand through his hair. He released a sigh and gave you a subdued look. " I'm sorry...You're right.... I guess I'm supposed to believe that two psychos survived a fire and followed us all the way across the country to Cornfield Ohio just to finish the job they failed at two years ago...Only when you showed up, of course…" He stared a moment before yelling with his arms outstretched dramatically.  "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT?!" 

It was obvious keeping your voices down wasn't happening. You shot him a dirty look as you leaned against the wall. The Detectives were watching but trying not to make it obvious they were eavesdropping. You were grateful a bunch of noisy students passed them as you both were yelling. You tried to quiet your voice as you saw the detectives peeking through the crowd passing by to see you both. 

"I expected my friend to try and listen to me! Not think I'm nuts when I clearly believe what I saw!" You hissed through your teeth.

Randy groaned loudly with an eye roll. "I am sorry YN, OKAY?! I'm a giant jerk that's eating my words right now!...You were right! Is that what you wanna hear?" He gestured his hands wildly between you two. "Is that what is going to get us to work on figuring out how to unfuck ourselves here?!"

You stared at him a moment. Clearly seeing the fear in his eyes and the way his jaw clenched.  You slowly lost your glare and he did too. 

He stared a moment before shaking his head. "...I am sorry, YN. Alright? I should have taken your word for it…I didn't want to think it was true. Who in their right mind would? This is like a freaking nightmare."  He leaned against the wall beside you, sliding down to hug his knees on the ground. You looked down at him as he was furiously mumbling something.

"Randy, what are you doing?" 

"Praying! Just enough to get the message across to God to do me a solid and not let me get gutted..." 

You heard the quiver in his voice as you saw his shoulders tense and his face buried in his knees. You sighed to yourself and sat down beside him in the grass. 

"Hey...It's okay." 

"No, It's not! It's not okay! It will never be okay if they're alive." He was muffled against his jeans as you rubbed his shoulder.

"What happened to the detectives Dewey tried to get the Chief to assign you?" You softly asked

"...I told them no." 

"WHAT? Why would you do that?!" 

He huffed and looked up from his knees.  "I didn't think I needed them! I didn't know we were dealing with THEM...I can handle a wannabe but those two freaks after we metaphorically flipped them the bird and lived?...Now way. It's over." 

"Yeah well, I suggest tomorrow you get those bodyguards. Maybe even this evening."

He groaned loudly and rubbed his head. "Like it matters...The killer always kills the cops in the end." 

You glanced over at your own detectives who were trying to look casual. You really hoped they didn't hear most of this. 

You forced a smile and talked under your breath.  "Randy. We beat them before, okay? Now that we're both on the same team AND we got Dewey with us...Maybe even Gale...Police with guns. They are going down." 

"YN...There's optimism and stupidity. It's a fine line. Right now, you are teetering on that freaking line. We barely got out alive! I was shot, you were shot twice, Gale was stabbed, Dewey was stabbed, Sid-" 

You halted him as he looked away. "Okay, I get it!" You took a breath and nudged him. "Randy...I never said it was going to be easy but I'll be damned if we are going through all this for them to win. We are beating them." 

He looked ahead and monotoned beside you. "Or die trying." 

You didn't argue with that. Knowing there was a chance that he was right. That this was...It. The idea of making it this far just to die before even turning 21 was a sobering feeling. 

Randy sighed heavily. Leaning on his forearms on his knees as he stared ahead at nothing in particular. You did the same. Unsure what to say to make any of this any better.

Randy finally spoke once more. "...There's a really giant chance we're dying. I already knew...Hell, I made a tape. It's always been on my bucket list." 

You raised a brow. "A tape?" 

He glanced over at you. "Yes, a tape...Not that kind of tape. Don't make it weird." You smiled at the slight smirk you saw tug at his mouth before it faded. "It's me explaining how this works. If I die then maybe I can leave my legacy behind. Ya know, my infinite knowledge of horror movie rules. That's gotta be worth something. " 

"So, you made a tape but you didn't get guards?" You gave him a look paired with a disbelieving tone.

He groaned to himself. "Okay, okay I get it! YN. I'm going tonight after I meet with Dewey in the park to talk, okay? I'll get the deputies on guard duty...It won't matter, but hey, at least I'll have company when I'm being hung out to dry." 

You tsked and tilted your head at him. "Ray...You're not dying. Not on my watch." 

He gave a bitter smirk at that. "That's nice, YN. But none of us can prevent it. I'm pretty sure every single one of us has broken a movie rule by now...I know I have...Karen in the video store. Big mistake." 

You blinked repeatedly. Trying to fight the outrageous smirk pulling at your lips. "Karen Kolchek? The goth girl that hexed Jenny Mildreds by cutting a piece of her hair off in art class?! THAT'S who you lost it to?!" 

He gave you an annoyed glare. "YN-" 

You released a chuckle and covered your mouth when you saw the glare he gave you. "I'm sorry but Karen? Of all the people, I never thought of Karen. Randy, she growled at people. I'm pretty sure she's the only one to ever scare Stu. Remember when he was lingering in the porno section and she barked at him? That was AFTER she started chanting in latin." 

You tried to hold in the giggling as he scoffed at you. "Shut up! She's nice, alright? We were working late and we were organizing the porn section and-" 

You held up a hand. "It's alright! Please, spare me the deets. I never had an issue with her; it just took me by surprise." You calmed your teasing just to roll your eyes. "Do you seriously believe that bullshit virgin rule?" 

"Uh, yes? It's the most fundamental rule of horror!" 

"Pft. Sounds like a bunch of conservative propaganda about sex before marriage if you ask me. Just once, why doesn't the slut be the final girl? Who the hell decided that dumbass rule that only girls with no experience are smart enough to live?" 

"It's just not how it works, alright?!...And please don't go on a feminist rant because the rule applies to everyone having sex. Including me." 

You sighed with another eye roll but relented. 

He threw up his hands. No humor in his eyes like he normally had. "That's it. I'm going to die a horrible bloody death. It's decided. All because I let my teenage hormones overcome my will to survive...No one is probably making it out alive except maybe you IF there's a trilogy. And if there isn't, then bad news for you too...We're done for." He winced when you smacked his arm. "Ow!-" 

"God Randy, snap out of it! I'm not laying over to let them kill me and neither are you!" 

He scoffed. "YN, I'm not laying over and letting them but it's a pretty big probability that we will! Sequels always have bloodier kills and someone close to the main character always dies...If you haven't noticed yet; you're the main character here. YOU are the final girl."

You turned completely to look at him, grabbing him by the shoulder to force him to look at you. A determination in you at the idea of defying the two guys whose actions made your life hell ever since that night.

"You listen to me, Randy Meeks." He looked taken aback as you gave him a stern look. " If I am the final girl then that means I live no matter what...Right?" 

"I...I mean, most of the time-"

"Then I'm not letting them win. Ever. If I'm dying, I'm taking them with me...And I will kill them with my bare hands if they touch any of you. I swear it. You are NOT dying, Randy." 

His eyes stared into yours. "You…" He smiled a bit. "Why can I actually see you fist fighting them?" 

"Cause I did. You were blacked out but I did. So did Sidney….And...I'm not gonna lie, it wasn't as fun as it sounds." You deflated a bit. "I can't blame you if that's not comforting...You want to stop being near me? Just hope that staying away from each other keeps you out of danger?...I don't want to see you hurt, Randy. Out of everyone; I can't see you or Dewey hurt." The idea made your chest ache. "I just can't!...I just got you back. I can't lose you again." 

He looked startled by that. Eyes unblinking and brows turned up as he hung onto every word. You took a deep breath before continuing.  "...So, if isolating away from me is the answer then so be it…Because the idea of something happening to you or Dewey because of me is unbearable. It's okay if you choose to stay away or leave campus...Maybe you should. Because they want me, not you. You're just collateral damage...So, go home. Go back home until this is over." 

His face twisted into a glare. "No! Absolutely not! What are you, nuts?!" He furiously shook his head. "YN. I am not leaving you for those two fuckfaces to get! I'm scared to death. I am. But…" He hesitated before reaching out and grabbing your hand. He gave you the most vulnerable look you ever saw on him. "-But I'm going to protect you. No matter how scared I am. I'm gonna make the geek the hero for once...If I die or we both die. We die together or die trying. Fuck them." 

You stared at him as he stared back. You noticed how his chest rose and fell as you seemed to hold your breath. He was gripping your hand tighter than he should and you noticed the slight tremble when he raised his wrist. He looked like he was fighting some inner war with himself.  He swallowed before shaking his head and looking up for a moment.

 He released a huff before mumbling under his breath. "...Ya know what? Screw it."

"Screw what?" 

He looked back over at you. "If I die-...If we don't make it... I gotta say...I-" He fumbled. Mouth opening and closing to say something. He released a shaky breath before he finally said it. He looked terrified while he admitted it as you just stared. "....YN, I think I'm falling for you." He rushed out without blinking or breathing. 

A moment of silence went by as you felt your mouth hang open. "W-what?...Me? You're falling...For me?" You were surprised but not entirely shocked. The signs were obvious and you didn't know how to feel.

He nodded. "It's corny but I really am falling for you. Actually, it's more like finally realizing that I always liked you...I just didn't want to face it." 

"...You did?" You couldn't help asking with raised brows. 

"Y-yeah...Yeah...I did." 

It was silent as you gave him a look. "When? You told me in the car over to Stu's there was no way-" 

"I lied out my ass...Look. I loved Sidney. I loved her since middle school but I had a crush on you too. I just never said anything because you got with James and kind of filtered away from all of us. I just summed it up as a minor fleeting feeling because you were a new girl...Then, I saw you again. You came back and...I realized I never got over it...It's actually worse than in High School."

You stared at him long and hard. The car ride to the party, him always asking you advice with Sid while gazing at you like some silent confession. Both of you red faced at Tatum trying to push you both together before James.

He stared at you. "...I know this is shitty timing but in the hallway the other day I realized you were right. If I'm going to die; I'm dying the guy that took a chance for once." 

He leaned forward, and before you could make heads or tails of the situation, his face came to yours. You wanted to return it. You wanted to give him a chance but...You just couldn't. You stopped him before he was an inch from your lips.

"Randy wait-" You gently shoved him away. It hurt you to see the disappointment in his eyes. He looked devastated.

 "Sorry. Awful timing, I get it. It is timing and only awful timing...Right? If you're not." He forced a smile even though you could see how crushed he looked. "If you don't feel the same; I'll understand and we'll pretend this never happened." 

You bit your lip. "I...Randy. Yes. Beyond awful timing. There's so many reasons...Ray. I'm sorry." 

"I get that. But If anything, that's even more of a reason. We're gonna die anyways-" 

"You don't know that! God, why are you so eager to die? It's like you're saying goodbye!" You stood up and walked away a few feet as he stood up as well. 

"YN, because we might!" 

"We will not! But regardless...This isn't...This can't happen." You turned to him with a desperate gaze. "Damn it, Randy. They will kill you if you're with me! Why would you be so fucking willing to make yourself an even bigger target?!" You harshly whispered to him. Hoping he could wrap his brain around it. The frown he gave you said otherwise.

"Okay um…" He rubbed the back of his neck with a frustrated huff. Debating whether to say it before mumbling. "So, is it really timing or is it me? Because you can passionately make out with Derek with the threat of a killer on the loose but a single kiss with me is completely off limits because of...Timing?" 

You whipped around as you saw the hurt in his eyes. "Randy, stop being so stubborn. You're not even thinking this through right now. I'm thinking of our safety here!" 

You saw how hurt and disappointed he was as he frowned at you. " Well sorry but when Derek just swoops in like a freakin hawk and you're smitten and safety isn't an issue; I'm gonna question it. Suddenly, our safety matters but it didn't matter with Derek?" 

You shook your head with a frustrated groan. "You don't even know what you're talking about!... The reason I was okay rushing with Derek is because I don't have a friendship with him that could be ruined! I do you...And I told Derek the same thing I'm telling you! That I couldn't see him again because of these murders." 

"You did? When?" 

"After the hospital. I told him nothing romantic could happen between us. Not while this is going on. Look, I know this isn't the reaction you wanted and you're hurt and I'm sorry for that. I really am...But I promise you I gave Derek the same reaction yesterday. This is not the freaking time to even think about relationships." 

You got closer to him to offer a hug or pat on the shoulder or at least to be able to talk without fear of being overheard. His eyes darted to your neck and you subconsciously adjusted your jacket. His face slowly formed into a knowing frown. You felt a nervousness twist in your stomach at what you knew he was thinking.

He shrugged with a mocking fake smile. "So...You didn't see Derek alone today? Not at all?" 

"No-" 

He interrupted you. "Yeah, yeah. I know bad timing...YN, if you don't feel that way for me just say it. Stop lying, I can handle rejection. I can't handle you lying to my face." 

"I'm not lying to you! I didn't even have time to see Derek alone after the theater incident with those assholes. Detectives wouldn't allow it anyways, not after what happened at least." 

Randy stared at you a moment. His mind reeling and you nervously bit your lip. He opened his mouth to speak, brows furrowing in thought. "YN… You didn't have that yesterday. So either you're lying or-" His face dropped and you knew your poker face was absolute shit by his reaction. 

Randy eyed you, with his jaw clenched and eyes wide as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Randy, wait a minute here-" 

His face twisted in complete mortification. "Oh my God...That-" He pointed with a shaky hand and swallowed. "That wasn't from Derek, was it? And I'm pretty sure you aren't the type to make out with random people...YN...What the hell?!" 

You felt your shoulders drop. "No...No, It's not…Ray, don't give me that look!" 

"W-what look?" He asked, backing away a bit. "YN, just stay right there." 

You rolled your eyes with a groan. "Randy, do NOT be a Gale! I told you I'm not involved." 

"Then explain, YN! Because those rumors aren't looking good right now with two guys that were obsessed with you currently stalking us. This is a trope just waiting to happen! The final girl lived because she was with the killers all along-" 

"Keep your voice down!..." You hissed in his face as he flinched. He was looking at you like everyone else did and you hated it. " I am not involved. You know me, Ray. Please." 

He bit his lower lip with his brows turned up. You couldn't decide if it was sadness, fear or just inner turmoil. 

"How can I trust that? You're admitting the killers gave you that- " He pointed to your neck. "The same guys that Gale's book swears were your partners in crime! The same ones that threatened me at the video store after accusing you." He lowered his voice. "Same ones who killed our friends and saved their lives!  You expect me to just trust that you're innocent?" 

You realized how bad it looked and calmly mustered the patience to calm him down as he slowly backed away. "Randy...You know me. You care about me. You're my closest friend." 

"Yeah, I do! But what if that's an act just like Billy did to Sid?!" 

"Ray." You gave him an earnest look. "I didn't willingly let this happen. They grabbed me and...It happened." 

He stopped in his tracks to stare at you. It was like a switch when it came to that. He quickly got closer to you once again with concern in his eyes. "Oh God, I'm so sorry YN. Did they?-" 

"No." 

"So, you're okay?" 

You nodded.

He looked relieved for only a moment before shaking his head at you. Skepticism in his eyes. "So, what? What happened to make one of them give you that on your neck but they didn't cut you or take it farther?" 

You clutched your temples. "I know it looks bad, Randy. I know! But...They cornered me and they started kissing me and I froze and they acted genuine and then when I realized they were going to try and follow those dumb movie rules; I ran. Just another trick! Okay, that's all they do. I am not on their team, I swear on my life!" 

He looked confused a moment before his eyes narrowed as the idea dawned on him. Multiple emotions in his eyes as he stared at you. "So if you're not with them and this isn't a giant trick-" 

You gave him an annoyed look. "Randy, why would I go telling you this if I was?" 

"...They seduced you then? And you...Believed them?" 

"I never said that!" 

"But you were tricked and they seemed genuine. Meaning, you almost fell for their bullshit...Damn it, YN!" His temper gave way as he smacked the wall behind him and turned away. 

You didn't match his anger. In fact, it felt awful knowing you were hurting at the same time disappointing him because there was no excuse. You didn't fight them. You honestly might have going gae in and act like they weren't murderers. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

"I didn't know what to do or think! They kissed me and talked to each other and I put two and two together and got out!" 

He turned back to you. Fuming with his jaw tight and brows furrowed. "Thank god for it! Because if those fucking pieces of shit got further and hurt you-" He trailed off, rubbing a hand over his mouth and looking away. You could see the anger radiating off him. He turned that anger to you. "Regardless, you trusted them didn't you? Y-you fucking let your guard down enough to let them give you a dark ass hickey! If they were forcing you, you would have been cut. They're two sadistic of freaks not to." 

You remained silent as he ranted. "I'm not saying you were asking for it; never in a million years! I know you. You wouldn't...Unless...Unless Gale's right and I don't know you."

You desperately grabbed at his sleeve to look at him. "Randy, I am not with them!" 

"Do you want to be?" 

"N-No!" 

He tilted his head with a pained expression. "...That's another lie." He shook his head, voice heavy. 

You released his sleeve. Feeling backed in a corner. "Don't fucking tell me what I feel and don't feel!" 

He deflated a moment, staring at you sadly. "But deep down inside, you still like them...YN. It's not me or Derek, is it? Deep down inside, it's still those two-" 

"You better hold that thought before it comes out of your mouth, Ray! I told you already, I want them fucking caught." 

"Do you? Or is this going to be the party ALL OVER AGAIN?! Where they convince you to feel bad for them or that they have a conscience and care about you and you straddle the fence and someone else ends up dying!" He faltered after it came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry...I'm not blaming you for Sid but I'm just stating the obvious." 

You gave him a bitter smirk as your eyes burned. "Yeah, I bet." 

Randy slammed his fist into his leg at his side in frustration. "YN, don't act like I'm the bad guy here! You're the one claiming you told Derek the same thing and that you aren't giving me a chance because of our safety and now that is on your neck from Billy and Stu. That it was supposedly some unwillful thing but there's not a mark on you AND you have an entire character based on the rumor that you were with them...And you want to act like I'm the one being ridiculous here? God, YN if you're going to let me down; Just say you're not into me over Derek or god forbid those two and get it over with. You have better options, right?" He bitterly gave. 

You covered your neck and felt your chest ache. "Ray...I know you're hurt right now but you're wrong. I would NEVER choose them over you. "  

"Oh, so Derek is still a maybe. Let's just get right to the jugular here. I am the last option if Derek is dead and if those assholes are too. If our lives weren't in danger, you'd be with Derek right now. It wouldn't shock me if you go cuddle him for comfort after this...WORSE you might be with Billy or Stu… Just say it!" 

"Yep, Ray. Just be a giant dick because you're hurt. That will REALLY solve things and make me choose you...What if I don't want anybody? Ever contemplate that?!" 

"Yeah well, pardon me for being skeptical with you getting hot and heavy with him in front of half the Kappa brothers less than a week ago and now that is on your neck." He sarcastically gave with a sneer. "If you don't want me; cool. But don't fucking lie to my face."

You pointed at him, your own temper flaring as you were backed in a corner. "Okay, you wanna play that game? We can play that game. You wanna talk about options and who would pick who? Cool. If Sidney was here-" 

He threw up an exasperated hand and you snapped at him. 

"No! Answer the question; if Sidney was here, would I HONESTLY be an option?!" 

"Yes!" 

"Bullshit." You growled to yourself low in your throat. "You want to point fingers but you ALWAYS loved Sidney until she was gone. Now, suddenly I'm the option? All you're doing is filling a void where Sidney was by getting with the closest thing to her...ME."

"God- No one is comparing you to her! Sorry for being a human being and being capable of liking more than one woman. It didn't stop you with them!" 

You gasped in outrage at him. "Okay, why would you even bring all this up?! Of all the times to confess your fucking love why the hell did you choose to after seeing a psychotic murderer?!"

"Because we're probably dying soon and I was stupid enough to think that maybe you would want someone without a criminal record or fucking list of mental issues!...MY MISTAKE!" He yelled 

"And you are just giving up! You didn't get Sidney so now you're going after the next girl. You are scared so you're rushing me just so you selfishly don't have to die alone!" His eyes widened at that and you sighed heavily. You huffed and tried getting close to him. "I'm sorry...I just..Randy, come on. We're both angry and just saying stuff."

You reached out to him and he jerked away as your sentence died in your throat. 

"YN...I don't know what to believe right now. I want so freakin badly to think you really are just blindly optimistic and you care about my safety and that's why...But then again, that's admitting they want you. I mean, if just a potential kiss is enough for me to be a target." He bit his inner cheek; voice wobbling. "The worst of it all is...Not only did I get rejected, but whatever. I'm a loser. I'm used to rejection." 

"Ray...That's not true-" 

"But no. The worst of it all is that I can see you repeating two years ago all over again. This time, it's ten times worse after what they've done. I thought Derek hurt but...This absolutely sucks." 

"Randy, please just trust me. You know me!" You begged.

He looked at you. You frowned deeply at seeing his expression and his eyes glistening. He quickly turned away from you. "YN...I meant what I said, I'm not leaving you but...I need some time to think… Follow the rules in the meantime and I promise I'll get over this...At least the whole not liking me thing. As for the other thing; I really, really hope that Gale's wrong like I always thought she was." 

He rushed away and you threw up your arms with a desperate plea. "Ray! Get back here and we can talk about it or something!...Randy!"  

He squared his shoulders and wiped at his face before roughly shoving his hands in his pocket. 

"Randy, we don't need to be alone with a murder spree happening!...RAY!...I'm sorry!" You shouted one last time as he rounded the corner to walk away. 

You completely felt your shoulders sag as you put your face in your hands and groaned. Things have gotten messier by the day in only your second week in college.

You wanted to like Randy and maybe you could in time...But right now, all you could think of was protecting him and Dewey and your new friends while not getting mangled yourself. You just couldn't go along with it! It felt like he was purposely painting a bullseye on his head by kissing you goodbye. You just couldn't accept it. The idea that he was now questioning your loyalty felt as painful as Sidney did.

You jumped when a hand touched your shoulder. You turned to see it was Richards. "...You okay, Miss YN?" 

"...Yeah." You lied. Sucking in air and pushing an unconvincing smile on your face. Hoping the tears didn't fall. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just bringing up old skeletons in closets and comparing notes...Like it matters...How much did you hear?" 

Richards nodded even though you could tell he didn't believe it for a second. "How much did you not want us to hear?" 

"Like it matters. Just me and Randy having it out over nonexistent bullshit." 

"Sorry to hear that. He'll get over it." 

Andrews cut in. "We need to get to the station." 

"What? Why?" 

"They apprehended a guy hanging out in the back of the theater you were attacked. We need you to identify him." 

[calaofnoldor]

Sixth Time’s the Charm [4]

(GIF credit: @teamfreewill-imagine)

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 6,107

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you. (Each chapter can be read as a stand-alone.)

Chapter Summary: You offer yourself as bait for a shapeshifter hunt. Things do not go as planned.

Warnings: canon level violence, language, idiots in love, mutual pining, huffy!sam, protective!sam, slight angst?, slow burn, fluff

A/N: i am SO sorry for the wait (story of my life) but to make up for it, look, 6k words! (yeah i’m sorry about that too, i don’t know what happened there.) written for @tvdspngirl314‘s birthday writing event with the prompt “You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone?” which is bolded in the fic. this also fills a square for @spnfluffbingo​!

Square Filled: Rescue Mission

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The fourth time was all you. Dean barely had to lift a finger. The result, however, was far more traumatic than he had planned and rather emphatically revealed the magnitude of his brother’s feelings toward you.

Much like the previous attempts, there was a case: a shapeshifter going after women who conveniently happened to fit your description. The strategy was obvious, and you’d leaped at the opportunity to both make yourself useful and hopefully take the place of what would have otherwise been the next innocent civilian victim. But of course, Sam resisted at first.

“No. Absolutely not! We don’t know enough about this guy for you to just jump into his waiting arms, Y/N!” The fervent indignation in his tone and body language was palpable. Sam was rarely one to raise his voice or sport much of a temper at all really, but lately these heated outbursts seemed to be occurring more frequently, and frankly you were getting sick of it. The false hope they momentarily granted you through the notion that perhaps he cared about you as more than a friend was one thing. What’s more, the way his voice lowered half an octave combined with the sight of his flared nostrils, puffed chest, and straining jaw always seemed to have a sideways effect on you, in that it was impossible to keep your attention on his words alone. But boy did you try.

“Sam, how many times do we have to go through this? I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself. And your wrist is still healing so it’s not like you can call the shots on this one anyway. Besides, I’m not going in alone. You and Dean will be there for backup the whole time, right?”

“’Course we will, eh Sammy?” In a strange turn of events, Dean often appeared to be the one with a more jovial outlook recently.

Sam merely nodded and continued his heavy breathing. He glared down at his bandaged left wrist, the result of skirmish with a couple of wraiths, as if it were the root of all his problems. Then he looked up and through densely drawn brows, those magnetizing multicolored eyes pierced yours, his countenance bearing a charged and sullen expression of pensive exasperation as his jaw visibly tightened. You swallowed and could not for the life of you find the will to look away.

“So it’s settled then,” Dean proclaimed jubilantly, “Unless… you’ve got another reason you don’t want Y/N playing bait, hmm Sam? Maybe something you wanna share with the class? Or, you know, I could leave…”

“Dean, stop it. You’re not helping,” you quickly admonished before steadying your gaze back on the taller Winchester, “Look, Sam, have I ever let you down?”

“No. Never.”

“And do you still trust me?”

“Of course,” he responded immediately in a ‘what-kind-of-a-question-is-that’ tone, at which you simply raised your eyebrow to send him a reciprocating ‘then-what’s-the-problem?’ look.

“OK fine,” Sam huffed out a big breath, “But you’re not taking any risks! Anything seems off at all, just… promise me you’ll wait for me and Dean and keep us in the loop?”

His pleading eyes were so earnest and you’d truly never been able to say no to the giant puppy before, so you offered him a little smile and said, “Cross my heart.”

Sighing, Sam rubbed his face, looking lost in thought for a moment until he spoke up again, much more reserved and hesitant this time, “Do you still have that uh… ring from… that time?” Dean muffled a snort at his brother’s expense but you both ignored him, completely accustomed to his nonsensical teasing by now.

“Uh yeah, I- I think so.” The uncertainty in your voice was a lie. Of course you still had the ring you’d once used to pretend to be married to Sam Winchester. You may or may not have tucked it away in a special place for safekeeping.

“Good,” Sam nodded curtly, “I want you to wear it. It’s silver. I’ll wear mine too and Dean already has his. That’s how we’ll know that we’re still… ourselves.”

“OK, yeah that’s a good idea,” you agreed, trying your hardest not to linger on the memories.

“Well look at you two! Getting hitched again so soon-“

“Shut up, Dean,” you and Sam cut him off together.

When the meeting was adjourned and you were about to part ways to prepare for the upcoming hunt, something inside you forced you to call out his name, “Oh and Sam!” He turned around at once, questioning gaze somewhat urgently searching yours for a sign of what might come next. You stuttered though, feeling suddenly self conscious, so the next words you uttered were not much louder than a whisper, “Be careful with your wrist.”

Sam smiled, his dimples making your fingers twitch with the need to caress them. “I’ll be fine. You just look out for yourself. Remember, we’ll be right behind you.”

Somehow you both didn’t hear the groan Dean emitted as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and prayed to whoever was listening, ‘Good lord, someone give me the strength to survive another day with these imbeciles.’

There was only one diner in the tiny Pennsylvanian town, and seeing as you were starving by the time you got there, the three of you were forced to make do with soggy fries and questionable milkshakes. As you ate, you went through your game plan once more, which essentially consisted of waiting until nightfall to visit the bar from where the previous girls had gone missing, while Sam and Dean shadowed you covertly.

Before you left, you took a quick trip to the loo and when you returned, Sam was stood outside alone, a broad smile upon his face.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked as you began to walk out the diner, expecting to find the older brother waiting impatiently in the parking lot by his precious car, but the Impala was gone.

“He went back to the motel, said he had something to take care of and that we should go scope the place out first.”

“But I thought we agreed to-“

“Yeah, well change of plans, you know how it is,” Sam replied casually with a shrug.

Little red flags started fluttering in your head, urging your eyes downward to locate the silver band on his finger. You frowned when you found it there untouched on his right hand; Sam almost never interrupted you, not even when he was absorbed in the foulest of moods.  

Apparently sensing your hesitation, he added, “I mean, he made a good point. Maybe if you familiarize yourself with the surroundings first, you’ll be able to take the guy out faster.”

Sam was still smiling at you, but it felt all wrong. You couldn’t explain it, but there was something missing from his rainbow eyes. The colors were all there, but they lacked luster and warmth, a delicate twinkle that you’d learned to associate with the beautiful, heroic yet self-doubting giant of a man. Never had you seen that breathtaking magic replicated elsewhere, nor had you ever seen Sam without it, which was why you were almost completely certain that the man before you was not the real Sam Winchester.

But weaving within you was a thread of doubt, insisting that you couldn’t just pull a gun on your best friend because of something as trivial as… a feeling? No, you needed to test your theory. And so, bracing yourself with a deep breath, you slowly reached out your silver-equipped hand to do something you’d grown accustomed to resentfully abstaining from: touching Sam’s bare skin. You aimed for the large target of his hand, deeming it the most inconspicuous of places (given that he was wearing his hunters’ uniform and the only other visible option would’ve been his face or neck), but Sam was faster. Just before you were able to graze his skin with your ring, he caught your wrist in his much bigger hand and pulled it away, twisting your arm until it was locked painfully behind you.

“You think you’re smart, huh?” the shifter snarled with a flash of its eyes, moving in real close as he used Sam’s immense size and his own superhuman strength to easily constrain you.

Even so, you stared up at him defiantly, unafraid, “Sam and Dean will be back.”

“That’s the plan.”

Sam’s sneering face and threatening voice were the last things you saw or heard.

You had no way of determining how much time had passed when you unceremoniously came to in what looked and smelled to be an underground sewer. As your senses sharpened and your muddled brain began to size up your current plight, you nearly scoffed at the clichéd style of your captor. Sat on a peeling wooden chair, manila rope bound your wrists together behind your back and tethered your ankles securely to each of the seat’s front legs.

Ignoring the ache in your head, you set about strategically testing the knots and the integrity of the wood. If only you could reach the silver blade in your boot. But your attempts were interrupted by the reappearance of the shifter, whose shoe hit something as he stepped before you. A metallic clang echoed through the confined space as a result and you followed the sound to find your coveted knife on the ground, far beyond your reach.

“Fucking hunters, always think they’re so clever, always one step ahead because it’s their game. Sure, we might be the monsters but you’re the predators! So let’s see how you like being the prey for once.” Shifter Sam’s upper lip curled up in a way that seemed so foreign to you as he leaned forward to rest his hands on either arm of your chair, caging you in.

The malicious glint in his eye left you with no qualms about affronting this being who, for all intents and purposes, appeared identical to the man you’d recently discovered you were in love with. Lifting your chin, you glared up at him brazenly, “If you’re so keen on being the predator then why am I still alive? What are you waiting for?”

“Why your knight in shining armor of course!” he exclaimed, backing up as he stood to his full height and gestured to himself with both hands. “You think it was a coincidence that all those women looked like you?”

The shifter’s narrowed eyes were alight with amusement and a ripple of fear surged through your body. You were in much deeper than you or the boys had anticipated, though years of practice helped you keep your voice steady and bold, “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, I gave them a fairly painless death, don’t you worry. They were just stepping stones on my way to you. See, the Winchesters owe me a girlfriend, so I figured I’d take the closest thing to theirs. But imagine my joyous surprise when I got into this big lug’s head and discovered that he’s in love with you! No, actually it’s more than that. He’s obsessed with you; you never leave his brain! Every other thought and memory is about you... Well, it’s either you or his brother, but oh, it’s gonna kill him to see you die before his eyes. I might’ve been able to replace my dead girlfriend, but I don’t think Sam here will ever come back from losing you.”

Stunned into silence, the stupid influx of misguided hormones pumping through your veins forced you to focus on maintaining a neutral expression as he rattled on.

“And you feel the same way, don’t you? So this really will be a double kill. It’s OK, you can let it all out. I might be a monster but I’m not one to deny the dying their chance for some last words. Besides, you can say it all while looking into the eyes of the man you love.”

“Fuck you,” were the only words you could trust yourself to spit out at him.

‘Sam’ laughed, but it was nothing like the laughs you normally pulled from him. It didn’t radiate like sunshine or replenish your soul with glee. Rather, it was chilling and conniving and despite the mimicry of Sam’s beautiful voice, you immediately decided that you never wanted to hear it again.

“Not feeling too talkative, huh? Or maybe you’d rather wait until he gets here in the flesh to make that anticlimactic confession of love? That’s alright, I can just tell you more about this dumbass’s feelings for you.” The shifter chuckled with delight, as if every word brought him nothing but pure joy. “Man, he loves you so much, it’s insane. I’ve never been inside the skin of someone so in love. And I thought I really loved my ex. Afterall, this whole revenge thing is for her. But I gotta tell ya, I’ve got nothing on Sam Winchester. Did you know he thinks you were made specifically for him? You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone? Cause Sam does. That’s how he feels about you.”

“Why should I believe you?” you challenged, growing tired of the inadvertent response his words were eliciting. Your heart was pounding in your neck, core trembling at the mere possibility of Sam genuinely feeling the way he’d described. But you knew better than to trust a monster, and one who was in pursuit of maximal vengeance no less. Still, those rose-colored thoughts resonated within you, and you stumbled to dismiss them as they bubbled up, one after another like a game of emotional whack-a-mole.

Shifter Sam smirked, “Yeah, you’re a cynical one, aren’t you? You know everything he said in that marriage counseling session was true. You kinda hurt his feelings when you just brushed it all off. Even big brother Dean’s been trying to get him to confess his love for you. You must’ve heard them arguing about it at some point? They weren’t exactly being discreet.”

Choosing not to respond, you simply scowled at him.

“No? Still in denial? Perhaps you need details… You ever notice how he always sits across from you whenever you’re doing research? It’s because he thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re focused, and it gives him an opportunity to admire you without getting caught. And why do you think he lets you call him Sammy, huh? Yeah, he might not let it on but he fucking loves it when you do, makes him feel all tingly inside. And you remember that cop who hit on you? Captain Anderson, was it? Sam wanted to break the guy’s nose just for touching you. Oh and why do you think he asked you to move into the bedroom closest to his? It’s so he can keep track of your nightmares. He likes to keep you close because it makes him feel like he can protect you better when you need it.”

By now, your ‘neutral expression’ must have surely mutated to betray your shock, and you couldn’t have answered if you tried. The shifter didn’t seem to mind either way. In fact, he appeared to be having the time of his life.

“And it’s not all pure thoughts, let me tell you! Oh man, buddy boy here has dreamed up plenty of X-rated scenes with you, ranging from obnoxiously romantic to just plain obscene. You name a position and he’s imagined it, in high-definition detail,” he embellished, tapping an index finger against his temple, “His mind is like a library of pornos starring the two of you, although he’ll never get to live out any of his fantasies, will he? It’s a shame really; some of these are really hot... Ooh, I’ll have to borrow that one,” he said with closed eyes, as if a figment of Sam’s imagination was playing through his head in that very moment, “Maybe my girl and I can re-enact it while we’re still in your skins-”

“Shut up, just shut up!” you finally bellowed in protest.

Sam watched the bathroom door attentively after you’d disappeared through it, unable to contain the upward jerk of his lips when he saw you walking back out of it. Heartwarming relief had become his body’s intrinsic response to seeing you safe and sound.

“You ready?” he questioned when you made it to his side.

“Yeah, I’m good.” God, even the sound of your voice made him happy.

Once you got back to the motel, Dean plopped down onto one of the full-size beds, exhausted from the drive. Within a matter of seconds, snores began to fill the room, and Sam chuckled under his breath as he sat down around a wobbly table with you to continue your research on the shifter’s victims, hoping to find something else that linked them together or a clue as to where they might’ve been taken.

It wasn’t long before you inhaled a revelatory gasp and abruptly clutched Sam’s wrist to show him what you’d found. But your grip was harsh, causing him to hiss in pain and do something he’d never before done: recoil from your touch.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does it still hurt?” you asked nonchalantly, smiling up at him innocently.

Worse than the pain in his fractured wrist was what felt like sirens blaring in his head. You were always hyper-cognizant of his injuries and exceedingly careful around them, sometimes even more so than himself. Sam looked you over subtly, eyes landing on the silver ring still upon your finger. Perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him and all that tender attention he thought you’d shown him was simply a mirage of his own wishful thinking?

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Sam sent you a tight smile, to which you responded with a dazzling one of your own. It was beautiful but something about it felt off. In the past, you apologized profusely if ever you found yourself the accidental cause of his discomfort, no matter how indirect or insignificant the case, but right now there wasn’t a single speck of concern in your eyes. Indeed, the more he looked into them, the more he struggled to recognize the person staring back at him.

In a flash, Sam had you up against the wall, a silver blade held against your neck. He looked down to see the metal sizzling there, burning your flesh, and cursed himself for failing to notice sooner.

The noise woke Dean from his slumber and what he saw when he opened his eyes was equal parts shocking and amusing. “Whoa! At least wait till I’m out of the room! And isn’t that a little kinky for your first time?”

“Dean, it’s not her. She’s not Y/N,” Sam grit out, “She’s wearing the ring but she’s not Y/N.”

His brother’s brows knit together as he rubbed the sleep from his emerald greens. “Wha- How did you know?”

“She was acting… weird.”

Dean scrambled off the bed, making a quick call on his phone to ensure you really were missing. He paled when a robotic voice over the line told him the number he was trying to reach was no longer in service.

It was then the shifter decided to speak up, “You know, the real Y/N would have liked this, you pressing her up against a wall?” she murmured suggestively.

“Shut up. Where is she?!” Sam slammed her body against the flimsy motel wall once more and dug the knife in a little deeper. In his panic-stricken state, he barely registered her remark, being driven entirely by a one-track mind at present.

Shifter Y/N grimaced slightly, glancing down at the knife, “Maybe if you stop cutting into me with that, I might consider telling you.”

“How did you get the ring?”

“Oh, this little thing? You like it? It’s imitation silver, but otherwise nearly identical to the one on the real Y/N’s finger. You see, we’ve been following you for a while now.”

“Who’s we? Where did you take Y/N?!” he demanded incessantly.

“My boyfriend’s got her, but don’t worry, he looks just like you so I’m sure she’ll find her accommodations to her liking,” she retorted with a smirk.

Sam’s heart lunged in his chest and his mind began whirring with endless possibilities of escalating dread. Had you been deceived and captured by a shifter pretending to be him? Were you being hurt or tortured by someone who looked exactly like him? How would you ever be able to look at him the same way again? Of course, you’d know it wasn’t Sam but the damage would still be done. You would forever remember his face as that of someone who once hurt you, who tried to kill you. That is, if Sam could make it to you in time.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see her one last time. That’s actually why I’m here, to take you to her when the time is right,” the shifter added casually.

“I will end your miserable fucking life! Tell me where she is right now!” Sam roared before pressing the blade further into her neck, the veins in his forearms ready to burst through his skin.

“Hey, hey! Sammy, ease up! We need her alive, alright?” Dean bounded over to his brother and after quite the struggle, managed to assuage him enough to release his vice grip and replace it with silver chains that shackled her to a chair.

“Sam, maybe we should also be asking ‘why’,” Dean mused as he fastened the end of a chain against one of the beds.

With a shake of his head, Sam avowed through grinding teeth, “I don’t fucking care. I have to get to her.”

“And what if it’s a trap?”

“Then I’ll find her myself.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief as he turned to his usually wise and level-headed little brother, “Oh yeah, and how’re you gonna do that? Where would you even start?”

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed in exasperation. Then, after a pause of desperate deliberation alleged, “Shifters like to make their lairs in sewers, right?”

Taking a step closer, Dean maintained his challenging tone, “So what are you gonna do, just wade through the entire town’s shit and piss until you find her?!”

“If that's what it takes, then yes!” Sam looked like he was about to eat his brother alive.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” shifter Y/N interfered from her seated position before them, raising her chin to meet Sam’s eyes, “Don’t worry, handsome, I can tell you she feels the same way. But unfortunately, by the time you get to her, I don’t think she’ll be able to tell you herself. In fact, you’ll probably hardly recognize her anymore… so you might want to keep me around, if only as a souvenir of your soon-to-be-dead girlfriend.”

Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. Despite looking like a carbon copy of you, the evil gleam in the shifter’s eyes made her easily differentiable, and so Sam held back nothing when he lunged across the distance, knife in hand ready to do some real damage. However, Dean pounced with him, having predicted his brother’s violent eruption and felt his shaking wrath, knowing a little too well just how rash he could be when it came to you. Still, it took all of Dean’s strength to pull Sam back, sending him a stern but knowing look once he did.

“Sam, stop!” His low voice rumbled as he went into authoritative big brother mode, “Listen to me, you wanna save Y/N? Well so do I, but this is not how we do it! Now I know it’s hard, but I need you to calm down, alright?”

Sam’s massive chest was practically at his chin as he heaved ginormous breaths. Though his body language was still offensive, his hazel eyes were filled with fear and devastation when they looked toward his brother, “Dean, if I don't get to her in time, I’ll...” Clenching his jaw, Sam made a fruitless attempt to calm his tremoring frame and quell his tumultuous emotions. What would he do? Sam wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that every cell in his being was currently screaming at him to get to you, to make sure you were safe and soothe away any of your pain. There was nothing he wouldn’t give in that moment to simply know you were alright and to hold you in his arms. He knew you could look after yourself, but for once he had a terrifying feeling that even you were in over your head, that you might actually need him this time, and he’d be fucking damned if he let you down.

“Woah! Hey, hey! Sammy, look at me! That ain’t gonna happen, alright? We’re gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna bring her home in one piece, you hear me? We’re the Winchesters, man! We’ve faced the end of the world. What’s a couple of shifters got on us?”

‘You,’ Sam thought, ‘They’ve got you.’ But he appreciated Dean’s pep talk nonetheless and nodded in response as a fresh surge of determination swelled within him.

“Alright then,” Dean nodded as well, “Why don’t you let me give her a go?”

As Dean’s silver blade cut into the detained shapeshifter, Sam flinched with every moan and howl of agony. He knew it wasn’t you, but she still had your voice and your perfect face. Yet not a second was wasted on the feeling of relief when they finally managed to get a location out of her. Sam nearly tripped over himself in his haste as he snatched the Impala’s keys and his gun before flying out of the room with a jumbled order for Dean to stay with the monster.

“Well, if you’re not gonna admit your feelings for the giant lumberjack, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should stop yapping and get to prettying you up for that first and last date of yours, huh?” Shifter Sam prodded your cheek with a switchblade.

You said nothing. At this point, you had a sneaking suspicion that physical pain might be more bearable than the psychological torment your imprisoner had been so keen on. It was one thing for you to torture yourself by entertaining the slim possibility that Sam might return your feelings for him, but to hear such outrageous perceptions from a creature who could read the inside of his mind like a paperback novel, and conveyed with such tantalizing conviction… well, it just about broke you.

And knowing that the shifter was yearning to coax a confession out of you simply to cause Sam as much anguish as possible made you more resolute about your refusal to submit, beyond the need to protect your own sanity.

One shiner and a slash to the thigh later, however, you heard a loud clash. Shifter Sam paused his handiwork and began to turn around, “Could your knight be here ahead of schedule?”

‘Dammit,’ you thought. The Winchesters were usually capable of being stealthy when necessary but in case it really was the sound of them making a blunder or encountering some other form of resistance, you figured you’d buy them a distraction.

“Wait, wait! You’re right, OK? Maybe I do feel something for Sam, but even if I told him, I think you’re forgetting… This is Sam fucking Winchester we’re talking about here. He’s been tortured by the devil himself. You really think killing me is going do much damage?”

Your abductor had now given you his full attention, leering at you with a sly smile, so you continued, “Besides, you picked a fight with the Winchesters; don't expect to live to see tomorrow.”

Right on cue, a hulking blur of hair and plaid came barreling in, growling ferally as he grabbed the shifter and threw more than one brutal punch against what appeared to be his own face. The silver ring on Sam’s hand made contact with skin and his shifter counterpart groaned in pain.

You nearly forgot about your ceaseless work of untying the rope that cuffed your wrists together as your looked on in shock. Why Sam hadn’t just shot him with a silver bullet was beyond you. He was smarter than this. There was no need to drag out a monster’s death if a more efficient option existed. But as he continued to engage his clone in hand-to-hand combat, it appeared almost as if he was venting his frustrations on the shifter, as if he drank up every ounce of hurt he was able to inflict. But his high only lasted so long and shifter Sam soon regained his balance, making use of his supernatural invulnerability and superior strength.

“Sam!” you screamed as the shifter threw him across the room.

He tumbled up just in time as the shifter meandered over, “So nice of you to join us, Sam. You know, Y/N here was just telling me about-“

Sam didn’t wait for him to finish, choosing instead to tackle him to the floor with a loud grunt. While they wrestled on the ground, you worked furiously at the knots behind you, wincing with every hit Sam took though it was becoming hard to tell them apart.

When Sam finally drew his gun, the shifter was able to divert its barrel and a shot rang out futilely. Catching a subsequent elbow to the ribs had Sam falling to his knees and you watched in horror as shifter Sam once again gained the upper hand, sending the gun flying out of Sam’s grasp. The binding around your wrists was just about undone when Sam seized a stray rusty pipe and swung it against his counterfeit. Shifter Sam was incapacitated for a brief instant but quickly returned to form with some vicious hooks and a couple of well-placed knees.

With your hands finally free of their restraints, you staggered over to the gun, the chair still attached at your ankles. As you took aim, you shouted, “Sam, get down!” before you shot his mirror image through the heart.

Sighing, you slumped to your hands and knees whilst the real Sam sat up with his back against a wall, gaping at you with a look of awe. Yet before he even caught his breath, he was up and gliding toward you, cradling his left wrist at an awkward angle.

“Sam, your wrist!”

“It’s fine, are you OK?” he swiftly dismissed your concern, cupping your face with his good hand as he examined the darkening bruise around your eye.

You ignored the palpitations in your chest and placed a hand upon his wrist, “Yeah, I’m fine. He wasted more time playing mind games than anything. You know villains and their monologues,” you joked, trying to ease his tension and the deluded self-imposed guilt you knew he must’ve been brewing in.

As if to prove your point, Sam lamented, “God, I’m so sorry. I should have known. I should have gotten here sooner.”

“What? No! They were miles ahead of us, Sam. The whole thing was a set up; this was their hunt. How could you have known?”

Rather than replying, he released a breath and busied himself trying to help you out of your binding.

Back at the motel, after icing your eye and stitching up your thigh, you insisted on re-wrapping Sam’s wrist while Dean took care of shifter Y/N’s remains. But when the older Winchester returned and spied you and his brother sitting together on a bed through a crack in the door, he couldn’t resist the chance to exercise his espionage skills.

“How did you know she wasn’t me anyway?” you asked as you gently wound the ace bandage around Sam’s swollen forearm.

“I just…” He looked down at your nimble fingers upon his skin and smiled unwittingly at their tender touch, “had a feeling.”

Sam’s sunflower gaze locked onto yours for a frozen instant and something about his soft expression made you forget what words were, until he cleared his throat, “Did you um- did you know he wasn’t me?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, smiling for some strange reason. Perhaps you were just glad to see his trademark twinkle return to those otherworldly eyes. “Pretty soon after actually. I… had a feeling too.”

Sam’s dimples made every ache in your body disappear as that twinkle glistened in full force, “And how’d you know which one to shoot?”

Well, that dampened your mood and brought you back to the task at hand, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you kept grimacing every time you used your left wrist?” Although your words had a bitter force behind them, the pressure beneath your fingertips never increased and Sam had almost completely forgotten about his pain.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of your struggle to reconcile with what had happened since his question prompted a restored and growing frustration.

It had been bugging you the whole time and you felt compelled to confront him about it because storming in alone with a bad wrist, ready to throw hands with an out-of-his-league monster was really not Sam’s style. Something must’ve gotten into him and with everything the shifter had told you, you couldn’t help but wonder. Nevertheless, you were a little afraid of how he might answer, so Dean had to lean in closer to hear your next words.

“Why didn’t you just shoot him?”

“W-what do you mean?” Sam stammered out after a pause.

“Sam, you have a broken wrist, but instead of sending Dean or using your gun from the get-go, you came in like a madman and went after him with your fists!” Your voice was full of incredulity though it also carried an undertone of anger.

As Sam picked up on that reproachful tone, you could almost feel the telltale signs of his puppy dog eyes coming on. “He used my face to deceive you, to hurt you. They manipulated us. I had to- ...I mean, he killed those women just to get us here. He had it coming!”

Your hopes plummeted. Of course, Sam was ever the righteous man. Why would you assume his brashness had been purely born out of a need to avenge you? Though regardless of his reason, you were still upset about his self-destructing behavior, “Yeah, but you had to have realized you were in no position to be the one to give it to him, right? I mean, you might’ve looked the same but he was juiced up on monster superpowers, Sam… which meant he was stronger and faster, not to mention uninjured, in his own territory, and apparently the only one with a sound plan.”

A breath of laughter left Sam’s lips though there was no smile on his face. Here he’d been on a mission to save you, but you were the one who’d ended up saving him, again. You must’ve thought he was comically stupid and pathetically useless. How could he possibly think he was worthy of you? “I guess I should thank you for saving my ass again, huh?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I mean. Sam, you’re the one who saved me! And I’m beyond grateful for it, really I am. I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself more in the process.” You finally finished up with his wrist wrap, securing the final ends with a clip, and letting your hands linger on his for longer than necessary, momentarily distracted by the disparity of size between them. Sam didn’t appear uncomfortable though, as his fingers twitched closer to yours and he made no move to pull away.

He couldn’t help but smile again when he noticed the sincere concern in your eyes that was previously absent in the shifter’s. “Yeah well, what was it you once said to me? ‘Your ass will always be worth it’?” 

“And if I remember correctly, you once told me you don’t do things on hunts that make your injuries worse,” you quoted him back with an arched brow.

“Yeah well, I guess this is payback. Now you know how I felt.” A playful grin made his dimples deepen and you clenched your jaw to refrain from gushing over the ridiculous cuteness of this ‘giant lumberjack’.

“You’re an idiot.”

“As long as you’re OK,” Sam answered assuredly, and you nearly melted when his free hand caressed your cheek for the second time that day, big thumb tracing a feather-light path below the purpled skin.

‘You’re both fucking idiots,’ Dean groaned internally from the other side of the door. He knew he had no choice but to up his game.

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strangers - steve rogers x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment and non-consensual touching, swearing.

Word count: 4870

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: When your subway ride home takes a turn for the worst, you hope a stranger in a coffee shop will help you out.

Notes: If you saw a snippet of this the other day, here’s the full thing! I wanted to tackle some ‘in need of saving’ tropes and this just sort of happened. I’ve never posted straight up on Tumblr before but I’m a bit lacking in my experience with reader fics, so I figured this was a good place to share it. no beta, any mistakes are my own! If you like it, let me know - thanks for reading!

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Steve Rogers liked his days off. Not that he had a set schedule week to week anyway but when things aligned correctly, he could do whatever he wanted. No world saving, no training, no report writing, no meetings.

He had scoped out a small little coffee shop in Brooklyn where he liked to spend these quiet afternoons. Usually with a book in hand (he had so many books to catch up on) or some music loaded to his phone (Nat was currently educating him on 90s punk rock) or a notebook and pencil. People watching served as wonderful inspiration to sketch.

He sipped his cappuccino, eyes tipped downward at the book ahead of him on the table. He was interrupted just moments later as someone dropped into the chair across from him.

Now, Steve wasn’t intentionally hiding out at this hole-in-the-wall cafe. But he did put on his laughable disguise still - a beaten up Yankees cap and his prescription-less thick framed glasses. He liked the anonymity. That didn’t always stop people from recognizing him.

As he opened his mouth to question the person who was suddenly joining him for coffee, she slid her phone across the table to him. Her hand shook. His eyebrows flexed into a curious frown as he looked at the screen displaying a plainly typed note:

‘Do you mind if I sit someone is following me home sorry to disturb you’

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As if your day hadn’t been absolutely terrible enough, you spotted the gremlin of a man on the subway watching you again. You knew he worked somewhere in the same office building as you because he always trailed a few paces behind you when pushing through the revolving doors in the lobby. It wasn’t uncommon to see the same people on the same subway line at the same time every day, but this man’s presence had become an unwanted downside.

He was always there. Worse than that, he seemed to be always watching you. Today, it was even more obvious that he was following you.

When that thought first occurred to you, it had been really easy to shrug off. He was just a guy taking the subway. But when he happened to be on the later train with you one day, an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach.

And now, as the car was filling up even more after the second stop in DUMBO, he had moved to stand and put himself even closer to you.

You had been going through so many Next Steps. God, that phrase was the bane of your existence. Next steps, next steps..

Maybe you could tell him to fuck off. You could make an appointment with Leanna in HR and see if there is a way to figure out the name of this guy - though he didn’t work for your company so that was likely going to be a dead end. You could start taking the bus to the village before grabbing the train. Maybe you could Uber home some days instead of taking the subway. Not that you could afford that but this guy was..

You stiffened immediately.

This guy was touching you. In the midst of the crowded subway car, he was pressed against you entirely. And was he.. His hips were moving against your leg and.. Wait, that was two hands on your hips now.. Hot breath whispered against your neck and -

Fuck.

You threw yourself through the mob as the train came to a stop. With hurried feet you ran onto the platform and up the stairs, doing your best to weave through the flow of people, like a fish trying to make it upstream. You tried not to be obvious but as you snapped your head over your shoulders to look back, you saw him there again.

He was smirking. No, snarling.

Next steps, next steps.

You joined a sea of people crossing the street, taking your first left to try and steer yourself into a particular direction. You were still a far walk from your apartment but with this man on your heels, you didn’t want to lead him anywhere near there.

You grabbed your phone from your jacket pocket, unlocking it quickly and scrolling through the contacts. Surely there had to be someone you could call but even then, what could they do? Offer advice?

It didn’t occur to you until then but would it be valuable to call the cops?

Despite the late day sunlight, you suddenly felt very aware of the emptiness of the sidewalk on that side street. You needed to be around people. It definitely wasn’t logical to be anywhere near alone with this guy and -

It sounded like his footsteps were getting closer. With a panicked gulp, you yanked on the door of a little hole-in-the-wall cafe. Your eyes scanned the space quickly once you were inside. You probably shouldn’t sit alone, you couldn’t run to the bathroom if you aren’t sure where it is or if you needed a key. There were too many variables.

You needed something. Next steps..

You spotted someone sitting at a small table near the window and without thinking, you sent out a silent prayer to whoever might be listening and you rushed over. The man was clearly alone, a half consumed ceramic mug of coffee sitting to the right of his book.

Swallowing hard, you quickly typed on your phone and slid it across the table to him after you sat. You tried your best to stay very calm and hoped that he would play along. God, what if he didn’t play along and -

Behind you, the door chimed once more and you desperately wanted to see if it was that man - if the gremlin had followed you inside. You clasped your hands together in your lap and forced a smile on as you looked at the stranger sitting across from you.

Despite not knowing him, there was a familiarity about his appearance. Behind his thick glasses, soft blue eyes searched you carefully. His eyes flicked to the screen once more, stiffening in his chair as he looked past you towards the rest of the cafe.

With his right hand, he reached into the inside pocket of his coat and took out a small notebook and a pen. He scribbled something quickly and turned the page towards you.

Are you hurt?

You shook your head quickly. He offered you a tight smile and wrote once more.

Buzzcut, grey jacket?

Your eyes blew open wide and you tilted your head into a nod.

I’m Steve

He flipped the notebook closed and extended his hand across the table, palm facing up. He leaned forward just slightly, meeting your eyes with a reassuring smile. “Play along.”

Your eyes flicked to his hand and you slowly unclamped your own, grabbing his on the table instead. He was doing an impressive job splitting his attention between you and his surroundings, eyes scanning the room. He squeezed your hand very gently, brushing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Tell me about your day.”

You sucked in a hard breath. You weren’t entirely sure what his strategy was but something told you this guy was in your corner. Though despite that, you could feel another set of eyes on you.

“Uh,” you started quietly, letting the air escape your lungs. “Surprisingly, I didn’t think it could get worse before I got on the subway after work. I had a review meeting that was not great and we had a free catered lunch that was not vegetarian friendly. Missed an important email and deadline and… well, here I am whining about it and interrupting your day. Listen, I’m going to-

You moved to stand up but Steve shook his head, grasping your hand. “Give it a few more minutes, I think he’ll give up and leave.”

His words were casual but had an authoritative tone. Once more his eyes left you, looking towards the front of the cafe. He raised his free hand and motioned to one of the baristas. You weren’t certain if this was the type of place who served people at their seats but clearly he had a comfortable rapport as the young girl approached with a warm smile on her face.

“Hey Tia, could I get another?”

“Anything for you?” The barista turned her head as she asked, pony tail moving from side to side.

“Uhm.” You paused and thought. You certainly had no desire to even consider a coffee order when you felt someone’s linger gaze boring into you. “A decaf con panna, if that’s possible.” The girl confirmed it was with a nod then left the table side.

“Con panna?” Steve’s lips pulled into a curious smirk. Something about his smile calmed you.

“Espresso with whipped cream on top,” you answered. “Short and sweet.”

“I’ll have to try that next time.”

Steve sure had a soothing smile. When his thumb stopped tracing against your palm - when did that even start? - you felt an empty sadness about the loss. Wow, what did that even say about your standards when a stranger was brushing his thumb against your hand that you were so grateful for? Well, it was a thousand times better than someone rubbing his -

You winced at the memory, biting down as you clutched your bottom lip between your teeth. Though that shameful feeling hadn’t disappeared, you managed to keep it at bay. But now, it seemed to have left an image you were unable to blink away.

The sweet smell of whipped cream and the shuffling of paper cups broke you from your trance. You reached for your bag to fish out a few dollars but when you looked up, Steve was waving a hand to stop you.

It’s not that you didn’t appreciate his kindness. You did. You really, really did. But given the last half hour, you still had a hard time settling your nervous mind.

“Thanks, Tia.” Steve’s eyes were jumping around the place as the barista grabbed the cash he offered. A loud stomp of footsteps drew their attention as the Subway Gremlin saddled up beside the table.

“Sorry to be a bother, darlin’ - any chance I can borrow your phone?”

You couldn’t help but look at him. Though his words were directed at the barista, he made a point to glance over at you.

You felt Steve’s hands grip yours. When you looked towards him, his eyes were very carefully watching the man. How did he manage to -

“Sorry, we don’t have a dedicated line available to customers.” Tia politely shook her head, pointing towards the door. “There’s a CityBank up the street that can help you, I’m sure.” She shrugged and headed back to the coffee counter.

The man stood still, opening his mouth to argue.

Steve sat back, shoulders broad and steady. “Did you need directions there? I think it’s just two blocks. Maybe 500 paces.” His tone was flat. “Just out the door and you’ll be on your way.”

You kept your eyes on Steve. He kept his stare directed at the man. Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, the man moved his feet. He turned on his heel, though not before stopping to look at you again.

“I will see you tomorrow, dar-

Steve released your hand and pushed his chair back, standing quickly and grasping the man’s shoulder.

Steve towered over him. “You have five seconds.” The man pulled away from Steve’s grip then finally stomped away. You kept your eyes tightly shut until you heard the chime of the bell indicating the movement of the door. Then, you collapsed onto your arms on the edge of the table.

Steve, meanwhile, headed to the door and kept watch for a few more moments to ensure the man actually departed from the area. Then, he stopped at the counter and exchanged a few words with Tia before returning you.

You were still doing your best to encourage the floor to open up and swallow you whole. How had this even escalated? The worst part was your mind seemed clouded with doubt. This man, you hadn’t even interacted with him before. Why was he suddenly so invested in you? To a point where he might follow you home? Were you just another target or had this been intentional?

You considered yourself a fairly observant person and yet..

You twisted your hands together in your lap and tried to consider what was going to happen now. Next steps, next steps..

“Hey.” Steve returned to his chair. Your eyes flicked up towards him, noticing he was sliding a bottle of water towards you. Your sad little espresso and whipped cream treat was deflated next to it. “Are you okay?”

You reached for the water bottle, twisting the cap open and taking a long drink. “I don’t know.” Chewing on your bottom lip, you shook your head. “No, actually. I’m not. It somehow feels like my skin is on fire and my lungs are failing me and I’m sweaty but I’m not and - and -

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Steve spoke so calmly and evenly. “Just take a slow breath with me, okay?” You closed your eyes once more and followed his instructions as he walked you through a few breathing exercises. “That’s great, you’re doing great-

When he stopped speaking so quickly, you opened one eye to look over at him. His cheeks were a warm shade of pink and his mouth was twisted into a frown. “What?”

“It just occurred to me I didn’t get your name.” He paused, as if to consider his next thought. “Although, given what just happened with that man, you are under no obligation to tell me anything about yourself. I just.. I’d like to help.”

His genuine concern for you was surprising. You allowed a small smile to stretch across your face. “You’re very nice, Steve.”

You gave him your name and he smiled back, repeating it to himself. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Your smile turned downwards when you looked towards your phone. “I should probably get going. Again, I’m really sorry for dragging you into this mess but I appreciate the… solace.” You took a deep breath and pushed your chair back, pausing to tip the lukewarm espresso into your mouth. “I owe you one.”

You winced when you heard yourself and sighed. Why did you say that? This stranger, this friendly, broad shouldered, tall, handsome stranger who’s day you interrupted, did not need your weird backhanded flirting. In fact, even though every signal in your brain seemed on edge after, well, everything, the only thing that seemed to ground you now was the kindness of Steve. So you tried to will yourself not to ruin it with any additional commentary.

You weren’t entirely sure what had driven you down this particular street into this particular cafe and towards this particular man. But, you were certainly grateful. “Actually, do they have gift cards here? I’d love to buy you one to say thank you and -

“Are you going to walk? Wherever you’re going right now?” When you looked over, you saw that Steve had stood, too. You saw his eyes move towards the door and the far windows up the street where the man from the subway had gone. “I don’t want to overstep but I hope you’ll let me walk you home. Or far enough away to have cleared his radar.”

“I feel like I’ve already wasted enough of your time, Steve.” You truly felt worse and worse for interrupting his afternoon.

“Please, I insist.” Steve tilted his head, half a smirk on his lips. “You just said you owe me one, so. I’m cashing in the favour.”

“The favour repayment you’re cashing in is.. you doing me another favour? Do you know how favours are supposed to work?” Admittedly, you knew you would feel a lot safer having someone walk home with you. And something about Steve made you feel very secure, his presence like a comforting shield.

“C’mon,” Steve replied with a laugh, nudging his head towards the door.

When you stepped onto the sidewalk, you stopped to think. “Let’s go this way.” You turned to the right and Steve followed, staying on your shoulder closest to the street. You walked in a comfortable silence - which made you nervous at first. Then, as your steps fell into a pattern, the quiet soothed you.

You pushed your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you turned down the next block. You looked over at Steve, who turned his head towards you as you shifted. “You didn’t ask anything else about the man.. Who followed me.”

A quiet hum came from Steve. “I didn’t think I should. You seemed shaken up enough.” He shrugged, peering down at you through his glasses. “If you want to talk about it..”

“I work in this big office building in Midtown. The Clifton building?”

Steve motioned his hand diagonally. “Little bagel place downstairs? That’s right down from The Avengers tower, isn’t it?”

You nodded along. Right. Stark Tower was The Avengers Tower, now. It was the most iconic landmark on that block. “Yes. Actually, I work on the 40th floor, which makes for a great angle to see Iron Man coming in.” Your smile was fleeting when you continued on. “It’s a huge building. I work in human resources for this pharmaceutical company.. But there’s a law firm in there, too. Insurance companies, start ups.. Hundreds of people in and out all day long. Yet, that man on the subway has managed to..” You stopped yourself before your chest got too tight. “Let’s just say I’ve seen him around before.”

“Do you know his name?”

“That’s the thing!” You couldn’t help but laugh now, shaking your head in dumbfounded confusion. “No. I have no idea who he is. But he often gets on the same subway line as me, watches me from across the crowd then today..” You stopped and dragged a hand down your face. “It’s a sad truth but I would say most of my friends have been.. Touched inappropriately on the subway before. I guess it’s a weird right of passage or something..”

“Wait - what?” Steve stopped in his tracks and reached his hand out to grab yours. You stopped and looked up at his eyes, somehow both soft and dark with concern. “He touched you? What do you mean?”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering if his ask was authentic. When you saw the disappointment in his face, eyes flooded with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint, you realized his reaction was genuine. You opened your mouth to explain but suddenly it seemed impossible to find the words.

Steve let go of your hand as he absorbed your lack of response and reached for his phone. “You can file a police report, right?”

“No, no.” You stopped him, placing your hand on his as he held his phone. “Trust me, that’s just paperwork that goes nowhere. Without the guy's name, absolutely nothing would come from it anyway.” You shook your head. “It’s fine, really. I might just adjust my work hours and change my route home for a few weeks. Maybe he’ll give up.”

Steve muttered something to himself, shaking his head. His face shifted from concern to something else, like his brain was working on a different trail of thoughts. He spoke your name quietly, drawing your attention to him again. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Steve’s kindness was a strange contrast to the entire experience on the subway. How one man could have such questionable intentions while another apologizes with sincerity for it was nearly jarring. Although, it did suddenly occur to you that Steve was just as much of a stranger.

“The worst part is.. men like that sever any opportunity for trust in other people. Especially blind trust. Like me telling you, a stranger, where I work and walking you to where I live. Funny enough though - every wire in my brain should be telling me not to and how it was a bad idea but.. I guess there is something about you.”

Steve sucked in a breath, eyes wide as he considered his response. “When you walked into the coffee shop, you could have asked the barista for help or tried to hide out in the bathroom. But you sat next to me instead. How come?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Like I said, there's just something about you, Steve.”

You walked in silence again, feet falling into a pattern once more. The sky was growing darker, the air cooler. After crossing the street again, you looked at him. “How do you feel about Prezio being traded to the Orioles?” You reached out and tipped up the brim of his Yankees hat. “A tragedy, right?”

A quiet laugh escaped him as he tipped his head. “I think it was a huge mistake. Don’t you think we’ve had a hard enough year as it is?” Your silence was filled with baseball talk instead and it seemed to put both of you at ease.

“This is me.” You stopped outside of a short apartment complex, pointing a thumb to the door.

Steve smiled, one hand in the pocket of his jacket as he studied you. Was this it? After the wild rollercoaster of emotions you had spilled onto him in the last hour, parting with nothing else seemed empty. Lacking. He opened his mouth and closed it, once then twice.

Finally, you cut in. “Thanks again, Steve. Really. If you hadn’t played along and scared him away.. well, I’m not sure where I would be right now. It means a lot that you cared enough about a stranger to make sure I was safe.”

Steve sighed out your name. “I’m sorry your barometer for kindness is so low.”

You sighed. “Yeah, me too.” Part of you wanted to do something. Say something else. Linger a tiny bit longer. But your feet shuffled and your hand reached for the door. “Have a good night, Steve.”

—

“I need a favour.”

“Well, good morning to you, sunshine. Did you lock yourself out of your computer again? FRIDAY can help with that.”

“Tony, this is serious.”

“Okay, okay. I recognize that scowl. How can I help you?”

“If I provided you some video footage from a security camera, can we track someone down? Figure out who they are? For full transparency, it’s just a civilian.”

“Sounds like we’re operating outside of the law, Rogers. Can you provide me with more context? I don’t mind the grey area - I just like the drama, too.”

Steve sighed, then reluctantly explained himself. The cafe. Your panicked message. The stalker of a man. The way you dismissed it all as a normal, unfortunate side effect of existing as a woman. His barista friend provided him with camera footage but he wasn’t sure it was enough.

Tony pinched between his eyes. “Men are scum. And I say that as someone in the practice of trying to be better. Recovering scum, if you will. I’ll see what I can do. FRIDAY, how quietly can we get into the security database at the Clifton building?”

—

Although you hadn’t lied to Steve, it occurred to you on your journey home that your guard should remain up. Which is why you had actually allowed him to walk you to your aunt’s apartment, instead of your own. She was happy to see you burst through the door and insisted you stay for dinner. That was a tiny silver lining to the whole mess.

The next day though, the thought of going into work was suffocating. So you opted to spend the day working from home instead, which your boss had been agreeable to, at least. One day rolled into two and you successfully avoided the office building until the following Monday. But then, you needed a plan. Next steps, next steps.

You took an Uber to the office early and left late at the end of the day, leaving out the back stairway and crossing a few blocks to take a different subway line home. It was unfortunate you had to cater your life to the chance you would run into this goon again, but your sense of security was slowly returning. That had to count for something.

Things shifted later that week. There was a sudden new policy sent out to all the staff in your office outlining new building ownership and training about sexual harassment policies.

“It’s a long time coming,” you heard someone mutter out in the elevator as you headed down towards the lobby.

“Guess Tony Stark just wants to own the whole block,” their coworker chirped back, pulling to loosen his tie.

There was even more commotion when you exited the elevator and walked towards the large glass doors. A team of NYPD officers were standing outside, shoving someone in the back of their cruiser. Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t be certain but from that angle, you certainly recognized the bad buzzcut. Your eyes darted around the lobby anxiously and across the room, a small crowd of suits and officers had formed near..

Tony Stark, himself.

Before you could even try to understand what was going on, you heard someone calling your name. You turned your head and saw someone who looked a lot like -

“Steve?” You took a few steps towards him, pausing to glance from him back at Tony Stark and.. “Oh my god. You’re Steve Rogers. Why didn’t you say something?”

Captain America had walked you home. Hidden behind glasses and a hat. And you always considered yourself observant.

Steve just smirked, shrugging a shoulder. “I didn’t think it was important.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Should I be thanking you for all of this chaos?”

Steve furrowed his brow in mock confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe I’m extrapolating here but the same day my subway stalker gets taken away in cuffs, Stark Industries buys out this building and mandates a new policy and code of conduct.”

Steve pursed his lips, swallowing back a mischievous smirk. “Here’s the thing. It occurred to me that your best choice of action after that day was changing your entire life to avoid that man. And I couldn’t help but think about how broken that system was.”

You sighed. It had occurred to you, too. While you were relieved to shake the man from your trail, your mind considered he would probably turn his attention to someone else. And that wouldn’t be fair.

“Well, Cap. Job well done. That scum of a man had priors in Jersey, too.” Tony Stark himself had walked to where you and Steve stood. His hand clapped on Steve’s shoulder. “You’re at least going to ask her out, right? I mean, I bought an entire building for you - make a move, pal.”

Steve flushed pink and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“I’m getting a bagel. You want a bagel?” Tony raised an eyebrow from you to Steve again, smiling proudly.

“I’m good. I recommend the poppy seed though!” You called as Tony flitted away, narrowly avoiding a proper looking blonde woman who seemed very tired.

You turned your attention back to Steve. “He seems like a lot.”

“He is.” Steve nodded, motioning his hand. “I know it’s only one thing, maybe a ripple in making a difference but.. I’m hoping one less inappropriate person on the subway can give you peace of mind.”

You smiled again. Though you had seen many appearances by Captain America on the news, seeing the man in person was different. It seemed Steve Rogers walked the walk. After parting ways with him before, though he had crossed your mind, you didn’t anticipate your menial issues leading to this.

“Thanks. Really. Even one person makes a difference.” You reached out and touched his arm. “Thank you, Steve.”

“I’m sorry about Tony, though. His comments about asking you out and.. that certainly wasn’t my goal here.”

“I don’t know. You just did me a huge favour getting rid of that gremlin. I think I owe you.”

Steve caught your cheeky smile and stood up a bit straighter. “Well, in that case, the Yankees are playing the Sox tomorrow night. Tony never uses his tickets and the seats aren’t half bad. What do you say?”

“You’re cashing in this favour to take me on a date? Usually people ask for help moving or a ride to the airport or something.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Sure. I guess you can take me to the game, Steve. If you ask politely, I’ll probably even hold your hand.”

After work the next day, Steve met you outside and you took the subway together to the stadium. You knew this wasn’t the end of it for you or anyone else worried about their personal boundaries being crossed. But, as you gripped the subway pole and your fingers grazed against Steve’s, you could finally breathe again. For the first time in a while, you weren’t anticipating next steps.

It was just you and the kind stranger from the coffee shop.

[silversatoru]

the thin line between hope and despair

yelena x gn! reader

synopsis: you’re in love with yelena, and she feels nothing for for you. constant hook-ups and faded morals = very messy feelings

tags/warnings: nsfw, some smut?, angst, unrequited love, one-sided feelings, fuck buddies

word count: 2.5k

a/n: for my my sweet bby girl @brandmeyelena <3

Yelena knows what she’s doing with you isn’t right — on so many fucking levels. Taking advantage of your utter desperation for her over and over again when she knows damn well that she couldn’t care less about you. It wasn’t fair, especially for you, but she just couldn’t really find it in herself to feel sorry for someone so pitiful. You were so willing to devote yourself to her in exchange for mere crumbs of her affection, and it was pathetic. You left a sour taste in her mouth, a taste of sorrow and complete wretchedness, but you were also the perfect distraction. The perfect relief from all of her stress and all of her responsibilities with the volunteers. She was tired, and you were just so damn desperate to make her feel better — so how could she refuse? The answer was simple, she couldn’t.

That exact thought process is what landed her here today, with her fingers around your throat and your eyes rolled back into your head. She knows you love it too, being used like this — the way your cheeks grow flushed and your eyes get foggy when she cuts off the circulation to your brain. But she doesn’t do it for you — Yelena enjoys these things just as much as you do, her power hungry ego being fervently stroked by dominating you like this. Pinning you underneath of her and giving you orders made her feel in control — and that was perfect, because god knows she isn’t in control of anything else in her life right now.

Get down, she’d hiss at you, pointing to the floor with her long, slender index finger. Your pathetic frame would sink to your knees instantly, wordlessly doting to her every command. She’d lean back on her shoulders, her hips propped on the edge of the bed, and give you an expectant look. You know what to do. Do it, her voice would snarl, her empty eyes swirling with hunger. You’d feverishly obey, launching yourself forward and graciously opening your mouth for her pussy. You were dedicated to your craft, taking your time and ensuring that your tongue consumed every inch of her. Yelena’s head would fall back and, raspy, wet noises gurgled from her throat. She was entirely consumed by this twisted bliss — and she was a horrible monster for letting you do these things to her, but she felt far too good to care.

So now here you were, your tongue buried deep inside her while you worked desperately to make her feel better. She was quieter than usual today — the only things to leave her lips were small groans and half-assed insults. Things like the occasional “faster” while she pulled your hair, or “stupid slut” when you weren’t doing things quite right. The slander only made you work harder however, and honestly anything that came out of the blonde woman’s mouth was music to your ears. You stared up at her with rose-colored glasses, living in a delusional world where you truly believed Yelena cared about you.

It was a dreadfully fucked up dynamic — this relationship the two of you had, if it could even be called that. One of you lived in a terrible fantasy of what could be and the other was practically incapable of feeling human emotions. It was truly only a matter of time before the world started burning around the two of you.

A very short matter of time.

Yelena was spasming underneath of you now, warm juices and shaky convulsions racking through her body and into your mouth. You drove your tongue deep against her contracting walls, your eyes squeezed shut. A disgustingly sticky mixture of her fluids and your own saliva dripped down your chin as you finally pulled away, a bitter taste hanging on your tongue.

And Yelena was always quick to leave, she never stuck around any longer than she had to. She came, she came, and then she’d pull shitty excuses out of her ass as to why she needed to leave so soon. Those reasons more often than not consisted of one person — Zeke Yeager. Whether or not there was something romantic between the two, or if she was just highly devoted to him, you could never tell. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know, honestly, because the answer might just break your heart.

Why don’t you stay tonight, Lena? You looked over at her as she pulled her trousers up her long, gangly legs. You craved something deeper with her, something more than just occasional casual sex — but it was really too bad that she didnt reciprocate those feelings at all. Sorry, there's a meeting tonight. I have to go. She’d respond, her voice dull as she carelessly brushed you off and slipped on her boots.

Will Zeke be there? Your voice always got low when you talked about him, but you made intentional efforts to hide the jealousy in your tone. Of course he’ll be there, he is the leader, she’d state dully as if this was obvious, and maybe it was, but it still made your chest ache.

You spend a lot of time with him lately, even outside of meetings, you’d state your observations out loud for the first time. Confrontation wasn’t something you enjoyed, and you certainly weren’t any good at explaining your feelings either. But your heart was starting to nag you lately, and you needed to voice your opinions before it was too late.

We’re preparing for a war, her eyes grew incredibly narrow, try not to make such selfish accusations right now. The words were like daggers of guilt stabbing between your ribs. Yelena had a way with words — a shiny silver tongue that always made you believe what she said without a doubt. You started to believe that you were being selfish — after all the war was very real and Yelena was very involved, that's probably all it was.

You’re right, I’m sorry. I just wish you were around more. Your voice was much quieter now, shame and remorse churning in your stomach -- maybe you would have been better off not saying anything at all.

We’re busy. You have to understand where I’m coming from here. It’s hard for me to make time right now, she’d continue to spew nonsense into your impressionable ears. She didn’t like that you were starting to question her, not at all. She’d say whatever you needed to hear to keep you around at this point — she didn’t plan on losing her little fuck-toy anytime soon. If you needed a little affection to keep you complacent, then she’d just need to put on a little show for you.

Come here, I’m sorry, her tone grew softer, but not at all sincere. You helplessly sunk into her spindly arms, and she pulled you tight to her chest. Just hold on until after the war, okay? Once we make the world a better place, we can do whatever you want.

More false hope, false promises, and false reassurance. The war would be brutal, you’d probably die at some point in a terrible event of collateral damage. You’d die and then Yelena would never need to fulfil her empty promises -- it was that easy, and you’d never know the difference.

That sounds nice, you’d smile, your heart warming at the idea of living in a free world with Yelena by your side. You fell ignorantly for her words, missing every single warning sign and every single red flag. Maybe if you’d noticed the subtle darkness in her eyes, the strain in her tone, or the way she hugged you a little too roughly, you could have saved yourself from the ensuing heartbreak. Or maybe if you had realized that with you being a scout and her being a follower of Zeke, it was unlikely that the two of you would ever work out. But you stupidly refused to consider any of these things, and it was going to cost you your heart.

That fateful memory was a few months ago, and now the both of you were in Marley, anxiously waiting for Eren’s plan to unfold. You were partnered with your friend Connie, his lips twisting into a thin line as the two of you hid in the shadows on top of an industrial building. You were incredibly capable with your 3dm gear, and even more capable with the new gun technology, but you were practically useless with your head in its current state. You watched the streets with fervent eyes, dashing them up and down nearby alleyways and hoping for any sign of Yelena. The attack hadn’t even started yet, but not knowing her whereabouts made you incredibly uneasy. She was probably wherever Zeke was, of course, but you liked to think that wherever she was, she was worried about you too.

Yelena was hiding in plain sight, dressed in a traditional Marleyan Army uniform with fake facial hair wrapped around her chin. She did as she was ordered, trapping two of the titan shifters in a large hole and then retreating back to her position. She was focused solely on her task, and on Zeke and how she could ensure his safety, and honestly, the thought of you hadn’t crossed her mind once tonight.

When Eren’s attack came, it came suddenly and violently -- and it was like nothing you’ve ever seen before, or at least not since the colossal and armored titans attacked so many years ago. Before you could even take in the horrifying scene in front of you, Connie was grabbing your hand and ushering you to run, the two of you taking off with your 3dm gear. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering as your body swung through the air, frantically searching the streets for the tall, blonde woman who owned your heart. But maybe you should have paid less attention to finding her, and more attention to where you were going.

Connie’s shrill scream shook you to your core, and at first you didn’t even notice the array of guns pointed right at the two of you. A group of Marleyan soldiers were lined up atop a building, every single nozzle of their firearms preparing to shoot at you and Connie. Your friend shot his gear downwards, swooping underneath the scope of the guns and shouting at you to follow him. And you tried, you really did, but you were horribly distracted and accidentally shot your gear into the very edge of a building. The hook crumbled the corner of the building and was unable to secure itself, sending you hurling to the ground beneath you. Your breath was wiped clean from your chest as you smacked against the ground, dust and dirt filling your lungs. Connie was forced to swing up onto a higher building, narrowly avoiding the bullets and unable to come down after you. Your bones ached as you peeled yourself off the ground, looking up just to see pieces of rubble hurling towards you. What the FUCK, Eren? You silently cursed out that irresponsible titan boy, scrambling to avoid the giant chunks of building that were quickly getting closer.

You thought you’d made it, your heart beat gushing in your ears as you launched yourself towards another building, only to be knocked back down by a slab of broken concrete. Pained yelps squeezed out from your throat as your body fell helplessly back to the ground. This fall did a number on you, your ears ringing and your head pounding with a dull pain. The large piece of rubble had crashed into one of your legs, rendering your leg immobile and absolutely crushing your gear. Connie couldn’t help you, not when saving you guaranteed his own demise — you needed to do this on your own, unless-

“Yelena!” You called out to the towering woman who was stumbling towards you. Her arm was wrapped around an injured Zeke, and she was working hard to carry him to safety. Levi must have rocked his shit again, you’d have to thank him for that if you made it out of this alive.

Yelena stopped momentarily when she saw your mangled leg, but not even an ounce of concern crossed her determined face. She looked you up and down, and then glanced down at Zeke as if she was weighing her options.

“I’m sorry,” She shot you a horribly unsypathetic look, dragging her gaze away from you and hurrying off with the injured blonde boy.

It was so simple, so short, and there wasn't the smallest hint of remorse in her voice. Your brain couldn’t process how easy it was for her to leave you there, your mouth hanging open in a small “o”. You would give your life for Yelena, and she didn’t even blink when you were faced with certain death — and that’s when it all started to set in. The delusional facade that you’d imagined between the two of you was shattering, small pieces of glass memories crashing and crumbling around you. The cruel owner of your pitiful heart felt nothing for you, and it had taken this long for you to finally realize.

All of the days and nights the two of you spent entangled in each other's arms had meant nothing. All of the time you spent with your lips locked against hers and her large hands caressing your body had been devoid of anything more than lust for her. Terrible embarrassment washed up inside of you as you recalled all of the sinful things you did for this cold-hearted, unfeeling woman.

Your motivation to fight was gone, your eyes locked onto Yelena’s tall figure as she ran further away and out of view. She’d picked Zeke over you again, she always did, and she always would. She practically worshiped him, like he was some kind of fucked up, twisted god. You weren’t sure why you ever thought you could compete with that.

In the midst of your complete breakdown, a firm arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the air. Connie had come back for you, cold air stinging your face as the two of you shot up to the safety of a tall, nearby building.

“Fuck, y/n, stop being so careless! And I hope you’ll finally give up on that lanky bitch after she walked right past you like that,” he let out an exasperated breath, slumping behind a large brick wall.

“Sorry… thank you,” you mumbled, “You really shouldn’t have risked your life like that”.

“No, but that’s what people are supposed to do when they care about each other. Is it finally sinking in, that she's been using you for the past year? I tried to tell you so many time-,” He continued to ramble on in frustration.

Every one of his words poured salt into your already burning wounds, tears beginning to leak from your eyes. Yelena didn’t care about you, she never did — she’d never even sacrificed time for you, never mind compromising her or Zeke’s safety for you. And you were stupidly ignorant to ever think that she saw you as more than a toy she used to pass the time.

[plush-rabbit]

Sour and Sweet

Word Count: 3.2K A/N: I’ve always simped for Diavolo because tiddies, so the new update is like !!! So i incorporated jealousy because I want that demon side to come out (also I hc that none of them have human dicks so vasu from bad dragon is my hc for him) (also afab reader)

You enter his room, a gift bag in hand filled with sweets from the human realm. You don’t knock- there’s no real need to since he enters your room without asking frequently and at this point it’s a norm for you to do the same. You peek your head through the door and quietly go down the stairs, holding onto the ledge.

“Mammon,” you call in a sing-song voice, holding the bag tighter in your hands as you reach the final step. You turn towards the couch and find it empty and once you turn, you’re greeted with the sight of Mammon on the bed with his head in hands. Your smile fades and your eyes soften. “Oh Mammon, what happened?” You walk towards him, bag still in hand. When he doesn’t answer, you let your shoulders fall and sit beside on the bed, placing the bag on the floor and one hand comes to rub at his back while the other rubs at his chest. “Mammon,” you say softly, “are you okay?”

He sighs and rolls his neck, turning his head to look at you. His eyes are soft as they search your face, scanning over you and darting to your neck, and lowering until they reach the floor and rest on the bag. “What’s that?” He jerks his head to the bag and reaches for it before you have the chance to answer. “What are Sour Patch Kids?”

You brighten up and clasp your hands over his where they hold the snack. “Oh! They’re candy from the Human Realm. I got like a bunch more,” you say with a smile, nudging his knee with yours. “I was thinking we could share before Beel smells ‘em.”

“Where’d you get them?” He asks, turning the bag over, crinkling it in his hands.

“Dia gave them to me,” you chirp, grabbing the candy from his hands and placing it back into the bag, searching around for one that he would like.

“Dia?” He asks,mouth pulling into a sneer, looking at the bag with contempt.

“Diavolo,” you answer, handing him a chocolate wrapped in gold-colored foil. “Here-” you hand him the sweet and when he doesn’t take it you place it in his palm. “He wanted a nickname after hearing yours and the rest.”

“And you gave it to him?” He asks incredulously. You shrug in answer and pop a mint into your mouth, playing with plastic wrapping in your hand. “Lucifer’s gonna blow a fuse when he hears that, ya know?”

You flash him a wide grin and press a kiss against the corner of his lips. “He can’t hurt me anyways,” you shrug with a roll of your eyes. “The most I’ll get is a scolding,” you rationalize. “Now come on-” you grab his hand and curl his fingers over the chocolate- “eat up.”

The chocolate melts in his mouth, sweet and creamy and he hums at the taste, crunching the wrapper in his hand and letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t like the nickname,” he says, running his tongue over his teeth to get rid of any lingering chocolate. He avoids your questioning look. “He’s the Lord and all-” he casts you a side glance, removing his glasses and tucking them onto the collar of his shirt- “shouldn’t you be a bit more respectful?” He runs his tongue under a canine, eyes narrowing as he gives you his full attention.

You stare at him and let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. “Mammon, baby, he’s a friend and he asked for a nickname and I gave him one. I think it would’ve been disrespectful to deny him one.” Your grin falls and you bite your bottom lip, letting it roll between your teeth, watching as his eyes are directed to your lips. “What’s up?” He gives you a hum, eyes darkening as they look up at you. “You’re acting-” your lips thin as you try to find the proper word- “odd?”

“You’ve been spending too much time with him-”

“Exchange student and a friend,” you answer with a roll of your eyes.

“I don’t like it,” he states, his lower jaw gives a subtle twitch. “Shouldn’t you be around me more often? I can accompany you to the meeting- fuck, you can write down what you want to say and I’ll send it over.”

“Isn’t envy more of Levi’s thing?” You joke, only to clear your throat and look apologetic when he casts you a pointed look. You sigh and place your legs above his, grabbing his hands in yours. “Mon, I understand that you’re feeling er- jealous, but I’m choosing to spend my free time here with you and sharing my snacks with you.” Your hands leave his and go to cusp his face, thumbs moving in soft lines over his cheekbones. “I’m choosing you.”

His eyes soften at your words and with the reaffirmation, he nods, eyes shining and he leans towards you, burying his face in your neck, hands coming to clutch at your shirt. He nuzzles deep into you, inhaling your scent, only to stop, his hands spreading wide and slowly curving his fingers, nails that turn into talons as they claw at your shirt, ripping the fabric in his hands and you gasp, shrugging your shoulder in obvious displeasure. He pulls away, and you blink at his sudden change, dark, inky blank horn that coil out of the top of his head, his chest bare and decorated with white tattoos that move into a ‘V’ shape down his abdomen, leather-like bat wings that protrude from his back and twitch in annoyance.

There’s a dark look on his face, his upper lip curling, revealing sharp teeth that shine under the lights. “I can smell him on you,” he says in a low whisper, his wings twitching at the words.

A chill courses through your body. You know he would never hurt you, that he would never dare raise his voice onto you or make you feel unsafe, but his alternate form is one that you hardly have the pleasure to witness, the dark, sultry voice that rings out makes you chill in excitement and it leaves you breathless.

“He- We hugged,” you whisper, eyes darting to his chest, following the white lines that form below his clavicle. You’re left breathless, pupils dilated as he pushes you down onto his bed, claws tearing at your clothes, the scent of his cologne- light, enough to make your head and mind spin with thoughts and mouth salivate- invade your senses, and you’re holding onto him, whimpering at the heat that expels through his body and warms yours.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” He rasps, breath hot as it fans against your collarbone. “He fucking left his scent all over you” He nips at the slender skin, teeth marking onto you, drops of scarlet that bead almost immediately but are erased by a lap of his tongue. “Can hardly smell mine.” His teeth graze at your delicate skin, pointed and sharp as they drag down, his horns shining under the light, raising towards you. “And you let him,” he whispers hotly, hands curling over your sides, teeth dragging against your skin, warmth spreading against your chest and spreading upwards. “Fuckin’ slut,” he mutters, kisses at your skin.

Your mind grows foggy with him above you, his hands tracing over your body, leaving warmth in their  wake, tracing over and around, hands that lose form and become intangible, the burning warmth the only thing that’s left as a strict feeling. His lips ghost above your torso, pressing feverish kisses onto your chest, wrapping and suckling on nipples that are left gleaming with spit, kisses that trail down your tummy, breath that fans onto your pubic bone. Your hands claw at the sheets in weak tugging motions, ragged breathing as you can feel him trail above your slit.

“Mammon,” you whimper, eyes fluttering close, “I didn’t- ‘M sorry,” you mumble, trying to force salivation as your mouth grows dry, filled with cotton balls and heavy with want.

“Already needy, eh?” He presses his nose against your slit, your legs twitching at the action. “”S cute, I guess.”

“Mon-” you kick out your legs- “it’s not fair.” Your eyes water, and you try to grab hold of his snowy hair, your hands falling to your lower belly when you miss him.

“I’m not an aphrodisiac like Asmo, but my scent’s enough to make people want-” he licks his lips, his muscle teasingly swiping at your vulva- “to desire-” he blows warm air onto your entrance, pulling away to watch the muscles clench and leak around nothing- “all that good stuff.” His voice is heavy, laced with covet and his words swirl in your head. “Shouldn’t be as heavy with ya now, since we spend so much time together-” his voice holds slight humor and you can feel his grin on you- “but I guess you want this as much as I do.” His tongue rims around your entrance and a heavy hand stills your bucking hips, slender fingers giving you a gentle pat when you whine. “I want you to beg for my tongue. If you’re good, I might even fuck that needy hole of yours.”

You take a deep breath, licking at your lips and trying to regain a focused thought. “Mammon,” you mewl, eyes watering when his nose swipes against your aroused clit. “Please to- tongue fuck me. Please, use my cunt.” You swallow tightly and let out a long breath. “Make me say your name, Mammon. Remind me who owns my cunt.” Your hands thread through his soft hair, raising your hips as his tongue peeks through his lips and slips past your entrance.

His tongue circles inside of you, massaging at your soft walls, feeling them pulsate and contract around him. Heat immediately pools to your lower belly, your mouth parting open and hands tightening their grip on him. Your thighs raise and pinch around the side of his head effectively trapping him onto your sex, his mouth moving in quick, greddy motion. The pink muscle darts in and out, flickering against the rim in quick motions, slowing into a soft circle, tongue up to encase your clit around his lips, suckling on it, pulling it into his mouth and running his tongue over it. His breathing is ragged,harsh and desperate as he lowers his mouth, scoping his tongue inside of you and tasting your essence, humming at the taste and pushing his head deeper into you.

His hands hook under your bum, sliding onto your thighs and pressing his fingers into your soft skin, sucking with the cravings of a greedy man, one who purses their lips over yours and bares his teeth, warm and solid against your soft opening.

The warmth in your belly grows hot, searing white as you jerk your hips against his face. “Mammon,” you moan, a shiver running through your body, “oh fuck, I’m close. Please,” you cry, “I’m so close.”

“More,” he murmurs against your heat. “Tell me more,” he groans. “I want to hear my human cry.” He gives a soft nibble against your inner thigh, swiping her tongue over when you whine.

You take raspy breaths, thighs clenching and whining over him. “Mammon,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please. Let me cum,” you wail, twitching against him. “Let me be your little human. Cover me in your scent- Just, please- I’m begging you.” You thrust your hips rapidly, pulsing against him, slapping a hand over your mouth, goosebumps riding over your skin as you release against his mouth, his name muffled against your palm.

Your orgasm washes over his mouth as sporadic waves, sweet and heavy as they spill past his lips, and fill his tummy that grows with heat. His name on your lips makes his cock twitch, leaking and staining his briefs, while he suckles on your arousal. He continues his feasting, ignoring your whimpered cries as you loosen your thighs and dig your heels onto the bed sheets, hands that grip onto your hips with a pink muscle that pushes against your tight, pulsing walls.

He pulls away with a gasp, lower face glistening with your arousal, his eyes drinking in your form as you lay on the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths, your hands slipping to cover you breasts, nipple peeking between the gaps in your fingers. You call his name, face flushed and with hands held high, reaching towards him. He leans down and kisses you softly, your essence slipping into your mouth, his tongue giving a kitten lick against you and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours and with soft hands that leave phantom touches as they flutter down your sides and with a sharp grin, you’re flipped onto your stomach.

You gasp, the muscles in your legs tense for a brief second, muscles and tendons pulled tight in anxiousness, loosening when his hands rubs down your thigh and onto the back of your knee. He hands trace around your body and you call for his name only to be responded to in silence, his hands wrapping around your wrists and bringing them to your back, holding them together, only to falter and let them go, watching with heavenly eyes as they fall limp to your side and in an agonizingly slow motion, your head is pinned to the bed and your lower half is raised up, legs partly spread, your glistening, twitching cunt that flutters against nothing is exposed to his greedy eyes.

“You fucking whore,” he snarls out, nails digging into your hips, his hands slowly closing causing deep, red lines to blossom. “Been neglectin’ me and shit- you’re-” he grunts as he pushes himself past your leaking hole- “first-” he pants as he pushes himself further, your walls expanding to mold around his shape- “fuckin’ man.” He fills you out, stretching your walls once he’s fully inside, the base of his cock spreading you wide. He hears you whine- low and melodic- watching with hazy eyes as you struggle to rise on your hands.

He stills above you, panting against the back of your neck, a hand loosening around your hip, leaving crescent imprints that threaten to bead with scarlet, and slipping under your chest, grabbing at the breast, white painted nails pinch at a pert bud and he rolls it between two fingers. He waits for you to accommodate around him, your harsh breathing, raspy with high pitched whines, lower into whimpers, your breathing heavy as your hands claw on the thick duvet, scrunching the expensive fabric in your hands and digging your nails into it.

“Ma- Mammon,” you whisper, licking at your lips, “‘s too much-” you wiggle at your hips and flinch at the sensitivity that still courses through you, your heat clenching around him causing him to let out a strangled moan.

“No it’s not.” He pulls out of you, and slides back in watching as you take him in. “Not for you,” he coos, a hand running down the length of your spine. “My human can take me so well,” he mutters under his breath, nuzzling into the back of your neck. “I gotta put my scent on ya anyways.” His nose brushes along your hair. “Mark ya up and fill ya with my seed.”

You only have time to sigh, your head lolling forward, eyes pinched, until he starts to thrust, his cock already leaking, making you slicker and the wet sounds of clicks fill the room, mixed and softened under his cries, his hands moving to cup at your swinging breasts, head dipped with a parted mouth. He whines and a thin, heavy strand of dribble spills from his mouth and lands on your back, sliding down the side with the continuous motion.  He breathes harshly above you, sighing and pushing his cock deeper into your squishy folds, feeling the way they wrap and stretch around him, lubricating him with your slick and suckling him in further until he’s pushing against your cervix, seed spilling with a heavy, creamy flow down the inside of your thighs and his movements do not slow, they remains steady, pushing deeper against you and filling what he can inside of you.

“Mammon, ‘s too much,” you slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head, a heavy flush darkening your skin. “Please, slow-” Your words are cut off when he slams into your, raising your body up with the palms of his hands pressed against your chest and tummy, his head immediately latching onto your neck, leaving marks in his wake, nails scratching against your skin and he bucks himself deeper against you, harsh sighs that turn into growls when you continue to call his name in a whiny tone, your hands shaky as they rise to cup his hands over your breasts, palms pressing deeper into your pebbled nipples.

“I’m gonna fill that sweet belly up with my seed,” he moans, breathing harsh against your skin. “Let everyone know who you fucking belong to.” His thrusts become more erratic, slamming into you and leaving you with a soft stinging pain that intensifies with every movement. “That fucking prince is gonna smell me all over you cunt and body the next time he sees you,” he bemoans, licking at your neck, wings fluttering in agitation. “You’re gonna reek of me and your-” he curses under his breath, stilling his hips for a second- “gonna be-” he sighs and lowers a hand until it rests against your belly- “full of my fuckin’ seed- belly nice and full with a demon’s cum.” He twitches inside of you, thickness burning with indescribable warmth that floods through your cunt and into your belly, your name a strangled cry on his tongue, hand pressing down as your pouch swells with his seed, his cock pressed until it’s base against you, effectively trapping his sperm inside of your spongy sex, bat-like wings that stretch wide and tense.

“I’m yours Mammon,” you murmur, eyes heavy as your vision begins to blur. “All yours,” you repeat, leaning back into his chest, hands falling and going to cup his that rests on your lower tummy, watching with burning eyes as it swells and fills with his seed.

“All mine,” he says in a low tone, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Carefully, he pulls himself out of you, his hand swiping under sex, rolling his eyes when he feels his seed pool over the curve of his palm. He sighs, lowering you onto your back, grabbing at a radom torn up piece of cotton and wiping his palm over it, and he turns to wear you watch him with half lidded eyes, your tongue peeking out between his lips and with a blink, his horns and wings are gone, replaced by nothing, his snowy hair ruffled slightly and a soft crick of his back, they only things giving away that he had recently transformed. He smiles softly at you and lowers until his lips rests against yours in a soft kiss that leaves him warm in the face.

[aceredshirt13]

Hey, just a quick question. What's the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme thing? Because I see that on Ao3 allllllllll the time and I don't know what it's about at all. Could you maybe explain to me?

Hello, and of course I can!

I don't know the whole history of it, because even though I've been in and out of the AA fandom for nine to ten years at this point, I'm STILL not “old fandom” enough to have been around for the kink meme's creation (because back then I would have been a pretty small child). But basically, it began as an old forum on LiveJournal where people would anonymously write prompts for Ace Attorney fanfic, and people would anonymously write fics for those prompts (or "fills", as they're called). The concept exists for numerous fandoms, and has probably existed for just about any fandom you can think of, particularly slightly older ones in the scope of the Internet (Homestuck, Persona 4, Hetalia, etc.) - and as the name "kink meme" would suggest, the reason for the anonymity is the pornographic and oft-kinky nature of the requests. In terms of content, it tends to be pretty no-holds barred, from the fluffiest, healthiest sexual relationships to the darkest and most deeply fucked-up ones.

However, the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme has the honor (?) of existing in a continuously operating state for longer than any other kink meme of any fandom ever, and this is often attributed to the fact that while there is certainly quite a lot of sexual content, it is not solely that (which distinguished it from other kink memes of its era, I believe). People request non-sexual prompts and platonic prompts on there right alongside the sexual ones, so it functions more as a general fic request forum than one specifically for smut (not that there’s anything wrong with smut ofc), which allows it to attract a more diverse audience of readers and writers alike! Certainly, it is nowhere near as populated as it was in the days of yore, but it is still alive and well, and people are still filling out prompts to this day (like my most recent published fic, which I wrote in response to a prompt a few days ago - many people now cross-post their kink meme prompt fills to AO3, as I'm sure you now know).

It is, however, very difficult to navigate, because you can't really search for anything - you just kind of have to go through the parts yourself and look for anything that looks interesting to you. An artifact of an older Internet, even though the forum it's currently hosted on is much newer than LiveJournal was. This also means that in the search of content you'd like to see, you will inevitably see prompts and fills that are very much NOT the content you'd like to see. So if there are any kinks, pairings, concepts, etc. that are triggers for you, I would strongly advise you to be careful, because there is not really a way to avoid things like that. But that also means that if you like a kink, pairing, or concept you aren't seeing a lot of on social media or AO3, you just might find it there.

But now that you've heard all of that, if you are interested in requesting anything, filling out any prompts, or just checking the whole thing out, then you can find it here! For the most recent prompts as of my writing this post, go ahead to the post titled "STICKY: PART 34" and click on either the link that says "2850 comments" (or whatever number it will be by the time you click on it), or the link that says "You're about to view content that a community administrator has advised should be viewed with discretion." Then, if you go to the very last numbered page of comments, you'll find the newest requests - and from there, you can go back through each of those pages - and each of the other 33 parts - at your leisure. (And some of the most recent prompts may or may not have been requested by me...)