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smusherina · 9 months ago

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yard work - chapter 15 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

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Shivering in the cold, hiding beneath the bleachers, you held your cigarette between trembling fingers. Crouched on your feet so you wouldn't have to sit in the snow, your legs were already going numb.

Taking a drag, you held back tears. She'd tried, she picked you, and you didn't want it. No, you did want it, but didn't believe it.

Your phone beeped. It'd been ringing and pinging since you left. Kylie and Mrs George were worried about you. You'd text them back soon enough, let them know you felt under the weather, and that you were home.

"You're so predictable, y'know," You startled so badly that you toppled into the snow.

"Fuck!" The burning bit of your cigarette fell onto your hand. "Ouch! Fuck!"

"Should be flattered or offended?" Regina—fuck, Regina—stood over you, hands on her hips. She was still in just the camp tee. You spied the hairs on her arms were prickling.

"What do you want?" You grouched, flicking your barren cigarette away.

"What did you think of the song?" She cocked out a hip and crossed her arms.

You got up, not wanting to crane your neck as you had this conversation. You brushed off the snow clinging to your clothes.

"Real pretty. I..." You could pay her a compliment. Casually. "I do like your singing voice."

"I know. You've told me. I also know you're not intellectually challenged, so..." She trailed off, eyebrows quirking and eyes scanning your face.

"Yeah," You sighed. "A song isn't gonna do it."

"Just wanted to make sure you got the message." She straightened her spine and uncrossed her arms, instead intertwining her fingers in front of her. She took a deep breath and spoke:

"I'm sorry. I don't know if... I'm sorry for back then. When I left you in middle school. I don't know if explaining why would help, because," She glanced up at you. "I don't want to make excuses. You were my friend, my best friend, and I should've done better. Done right by you."

You didn't know quite what to say.

"I'm also sorry for Thanksgiving. I'm sorry I freaked out like that. I felt..." She fiddled with her fingers. "Rejected, I guess, and I didn't know how to handle it. I should've handled it better, that's for sure."

You stood there, waiting to feel some relief or happiness or even anger. Anything.

"I know apologies aren't gonna be enough. I tried to prove to you with that song that..." She swallowed. "That you're more important to me than status. I don't need to wow everybody if I had you. I've changed."

She looked up at you, also waiting. Still nothing.

"Do you think you'd already be hugging me if whatever happened today hadn't happened?" She bit her lip. "I'll make them pay, y'know."

"I thought you'd changed." You parrotted her words back at her. Brain whirring to action, you digested that it hadn't been her. Or maybe she was bluffing.

"Not that much. Not enough to not do anything when somebody hurts you."

"I..." You examined her, brow furrowing. "I haven't told many people. Only you and Mrs George. Janis, too."

"You told Janis?" Indignant, Regina's voice rose and arms spread. She was getting cold you could tell, because she shivering intensely, teeth chattering if not for the clench of her jaw.

"It came up some time ago." Back when I was still defending you. "Solidarity, y'know."

"Okay, fine, but why do you assume they had to know? There's been buzz about your sexuality before, unprompted." Her eyes narrowed. "I would know. I took care of them."

You blinked. "What?"

"Obviously. You..." She looked away as if looking for a way to convey what she meant without speaking it. "I just didn't want that. For you."

Was she lying to you? Trying to manipulate you? What was her goal? You didn't trust yourself to believe this was all sincerity and the lack of foundation, the instability of your own conclusions, made you feel crazy.

You circled back, refusing to process Regina supposedly protecting you all this time. What did it mean? No, not now.

"Yeah, but why now? Isn't the timing a little too convenient?" You accused, looking at Regina closely for signs of guilt. "You had every reason, all the power, to fuck me over, Regina. I think it was you."

"What? No. Why would I do that? I just dedicated a song to you!" She sounded frantic. "I've kept you safe!"

"I don't know! Why would Gretchen shout that I was lesbian in the middle of their performance? How would she know unless somebody told her?" You ran your hands through your hair and turned away from her. "Maybe you wanted me to run back into your arms so you could pick up the broken pieces. The pieces you broke."

"I did not tell Gretchen. I don't know why she did that and I don't know why I expected a fucking Britney Spears song to change anything, but I fucking tried!" She took a step back, pausing for a moment. "I don't want to shout. Let's not shout."

"I- are you fucking kidding me? Are you actually fucking kidding? Things didn't go your way, I didn't respond like you wanted, and you don't want to shout. You don't control me, Regina, I have my own life, my own things, I don't need you!"

You inhaled the cold air until it burned in your lungs.

"Okay. Feel better now?"

You felt the blood rush to your head, painting you red and exploding out in a shout.

"Shut up! No! No, I don't feel better. I would've felt better if you ever fucking listened to me or talked to me. It doesn't even matter what happened back then, because, yeah, it hurt, but we were kids. I know why you did what you did and no, it wasn't right, but I get it. Now, though?" Your chest bubbled with hysterical laughter. "We're nearly adults, Regina. Why- why..." Why couldn't you treat me better? That, just less pathetic. "Why did you have to be such a bitch?"

"I get it, okay. You don't have to forgive me. We can just move on." Her voice trembled, from the cold and something else.

You clenched your fists so hard your hands shook, squeezed your eyes shut so tight you felt the tension in your forehead, and so badly wanted to throw a tantrum on the ground like a toddler. Your hands found your hair and tugged.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Your voice was beginning to sound more and more like a wail. "I want to move on, I've had enough of feeling like this but I don't- I love you but what am I supposed to do with that? I should- should just hate you- I don't know what to think."

You pulled, tugged, and felt some rip out of your scalp. The world was spinning around you, leaving you behind in the impossible pressure of space. Your skull was full to bursting, bees buzzing between your ears.

"Who was it?" You hiccuped and resented the hot tears painting streaks on your cheeks. "Why would they do that to me?" You were angry but so, so tired.

"Hey, J, stop that." Regina pulled at your hands, still knotted in your hair. You let her move you, all tuckered out from shouting. Your body shook.

"I'm tired... I wanna go home." Your eyes closed. Regina was still touching you. She had you by your forearms.

"Okay. I'll drive you." She whispered. You couldn't look at her. Shame was crawling down your spine, settling deeper with every passing second.

"With what? Didn't Mrs George drive you?" You slumped against the back of the bleachers. Regina followed, stayed close with her hands on your arms.

"I'll drive your car." She spoke softly. A part of you bristled, not standing to be patronized, but you didn't have the energy anymore.

For a moment, not a word was said. With tentative movements, Regina's hands trailed from your arms to your torso, slipping into your coat and around your back. Her head came to rest on your shoulder as she held you close. Your skin crawled at the contact, but reluctantly, as if your body was used to her, you sunk into her.

Your arms hung limply at your sides.

"Notice me," Your eyes fluttered open when she uttered the melody. "Take my hand,"

Her hands petted at your back, scratching lightly with her long nails.

"Why are we, strangers when, our love is strong?"

In the darkness of a wintery night, breath-creating wisps in the air, she sang and held you. It was impossible to ignore the poetic setting, the sappiness of the moment. Even so, you could appreciate it. A little.

"Why carry on without me?"

It was nowhere as good as she'd been on stage. The acoustics outside in the snow, below the bleachers were even worse than in the gym. But it was just for you, this time around.

You tried to hold your breath, tried to keep it in. Not now, not here. Not for her. Again.

"And every time I try to fly I fall without my wings," She lifted her head and you looked at her. She paused there. "You're the wings." With a little smile, she continued singing. All the while looking at you.

Your head felt too big, like somebody had blown it full of air. You'd float away if she wasn't holding you down.

"I feel so small. I guess I need you, baby," The backs of your eyes heated up, the tear ducts stinging, and you bowed your head. Your arms came around her and wound tight around her neck.

"And every time I see you in my dreams, I see your face. It's haunting me. I guess I need you, baby,"

You sobbed. You sobbed and sobbed, interrupting her song, and wept into her collar. You missed her. You wanted to be with her so badly. You didn't want any of this to happen. You wanted things to be easy. Why did this have to be so hard? This was all unfair.

You cried at the injustice, cried for the hurt she'd made you feel, for the pain you'd made her feel and the names you'd called her. You wept because there was little else you could do.

"I'm sorry. I- I don't know what to do." You tried to breathe in, but your breath kept wooshing out of you. Every single orifice in your face flowed with fluid and you felt thoroughly disgusting. You couldn't stop it.

"We'll figure it out." Regina's voice was soft and her face even softer through your blurry vision. All hazy, gentle shapes.

"I'm- I'm scared." You whimpered, holding onto her shoulders.

"I know." Her arms tightened, holding secure around your waist. "I know, baby, it's gonna be okay."

"I'm still angry with- with you."

"That's okay."

"I dunno if we can... Y'know."

"I don't care. I just want you."

"Woah," You laughed, still sounding a tad bit hysterical. "Deep."

"Shut up." You could tell from her voice that she was rolling her eyes. "I preferred it when you were shouting at me."

Your laughter mixed with a hiccup.

"I don't believe that." Your voice wobbled since you still weren't quite done crying, apparently. Mortifying.

"You shouldn't." She amended, burrowing deeper into your coat.

With her hands rubbing your back, your fronts pressed so close together, you calmed down pretty fast. Your eyes stung and your nose was blocked. You felt dried out, like all moisture had been sucked out of you.

You knew this already. Every time, you'd go back. Every time, she'd wriggle under your skin and find solace in your heart and you couldn't even resist. Not really, anyhow, not effectively.

You wanted to believe she'd be there to stay, this time around.

"Can we go soon?" She asked, noticing your weeping had mostly concluded.

"Ugh," You groaned, head falling to rest on hers. "You think the crowd's been let out yet?"

"No, there's a sock puppet play that lasts ages. I think it was Hamlet or something."

"Sock puppet Hamlet? Reg, I think we need to go back in."

"No, nope, not if I have your keys!" She felt around in your back pockets. You did usually keep them there, but they'd been digging into your ass when you were sitting in the gym. They were in your coat pockets instead.

"Woah, take me to dinner first, jeez," Just like that, her hands detached like your butt was stove-hot.

"Sorry," She muttered. The mood shifted, the lighthearted and familiar air turning awkward.

"It's all good." Was it? It didn't feel weird, there was nothing sexual about what she'd done, but you weren't sure how you could say that. You yourself weren't sure what your boundaries were. You weren't even sure if you wanted to be vulnerable like that now.

She looked up at you with a contemplative look on her face. You looked back, waiting for her to ask something. When she didn't you shrugged.

"Let's go to yours." She said and then waited for you to... Do something again. You nodded. "I'll order, uh... What do you feel like eating?"

"I can cook-"

"I want take out, Jorts, so we're getting take out, 'kay?"

You tried not to smile at that.

"Whatever you say." You patted her on the back. She hummed, satisfied.

"Let's do Chinese. Sound good?" You nodded along, eyes closing. "We sleep. In the morning, we'll go for a walk. We'll talk about serious stuff during or after the walk?"

"Do we gotta go for a walk?" You asked petulantly.

"Yes." She said and did not elaborate.

"Fine, I guess."

Notes: A confrontation! At last! I couldn't keep the readers hanging for long, that would've just been cruel. I do have a nasty tendency to finish chapters with cliffhangers. Am I the drama? Noooo...

Btw, being transparent here, I named this fic "yard work" back when I was still thinking it was gonna be a one-shot, so (at least IMO) it doesn't really fit the series as a whole at this point. If I were to change it to, let's say, "everytime" would that be confusing or what? If the change were to happen it'd only be after this was completed, so no worries there. Just let me know y'all's thoughts!

Taglist will be posted separately! If you wish to be added on there, comment on that post :)

#mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #mean girls x reader #lesbian regina george #regina george #wlw

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weepingchronicles · 2 months ago

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Hii!! I am the same annon who requested the yan!Jinx with a darling on hunger strike. I saw that I am allowed to make more requests.

First of all I'd like to say that I LOVED the hc u made!

Second of all, if its not too much trouble, could I pretty please with cherry on top request a yan! Jinx with a fem or afab darling who got her/their period(whatever pronouns you are more comfortable with)(bacically due to stress of the abduction she didnt get her period for a while and now it finally came).

Also, do Arcane ladies even her periods? Like- idk how to explain it but I dont get the vibe they would??? Does it make sense???(as somebody who is on her period, I would be so jealous if they didnt. If they did, then I feel pity bc...where do they get pads in the under ground to begin with??)

Anyways, I am really sorry if this is too long ot counts as spam and if you dont feel comfy about writting about this topic, please ignore it!!

Have a wonderfull day and make sure to drink enough water!

a/n: hello! i am so glad you liked it! ♡ thank you for requesting as well! don't worry, this isn't spam. i am just glad you enjoy my writing. this is also written from my own experience with periods since i am afab. i chose to do afab reader since not only women have periods and i want all to feel represented !! although i can not write for someone else's personal expression for obvious reasons. thank you for all the support!

cw: period, yandere behavior, past abduction/kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?)

❝yandere!jinx x afab!reader getting their period❞

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 The thought that you hadn't gotten your period in several months hadn't even occurred to you. The stress and entire adjustment period had kept your mind pretty much occupied. Dealing with Jinx's schizophrenic ass and ideas of escape had filled most of your thoughts. Your last wouldn't have even been your goddamn period!

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But here you were, dealing with cramps and feeling groggy as hell. Your depression had already been bad enough after you were kidnapped but now it feels like hell. All you want is to hide in your bed and forget the world. The world? Sure, but you can't forget Jinx.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 You knew eventually you had to tell Jinx, she would understand but the idea of discussing your period with your captor.. just feels wrong. Perhaps it was because you didn't want to come to terms that you've been here for nearly a year. The idea of sharing this vulnerable side of yourself felt too awful to bear.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But it was futile.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Soon enough Jinx comes skipping, yapping about something crazy that happened while she was out in the city. Almost bragging that she could freely roam outside but you couldn't.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She almost didn't notice your silent lackluster attitude. To be fair, ever since you've been taken you hardly wanted to talk much and Jinx didn't seem to mind that.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "What's up with you, firecracker? Got your period?" She laughs at her own joke, throwing her head back until she looks back at you, your deadpan face telling her it was indeed your period.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Oh." Her tone and face immediately softens with sympathy and she sits down beside you, throwing her weapon out of the way.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Do you, erm, need anything?" It almost feels better seeing that Jinx is as uncomfortable with this situation as you are. Maybe more. She wasn't the most caretaking nurturing type, but when you needed something she was happy to supply.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Well, my cramps are really awful and I feel exhausted."

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She nods, suddenly running circles around her hideout as she gathers supplies for you. She comes back carrying a bunch of blankets and a hot water bottle for your stomach. She dumps it all on the bed.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Need anything else?" She asks, it amused you to some extent to see her running around, collecting and doing anything for you.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Some food would be nice," her eyes widen and she darts in the other direction, after awhile coming back with a bowl of soup in her hands. You don't think you've seen her be this gentle before.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 After some pampering and warm soup filling your belly you feel a lot better than you were before. Somehow through it all, Jinx manages to curl up beside you, her lithe form strewn over you like a human blanket. It was funny as she snored and her blue hairs hung in front of her face.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Perhaps this wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be.

artist credits: @/iwantmoretime17 on instagram

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #arcane #yandere arcane #yandere drabble #yandere hcs #yandere jinx #jinx arcane #soft yandere

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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 4 months ago

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Mickey didn't usually take the kid grocery shopping but this Saturday, Lana plainly told him that she was busy so he'd have to watch over him- which could've meant anything. He was fairly sure she'd said that so she could have some time to herself, and had problem with interrupting his time to himself.

Fuckin' fine.

So here they were, going through the aisles while Yev did his best to pull the cart, standing on his tiptoes to reach the handle.

"Daddy, can we get cookies?"

"Sure, whatever," Mickey answered distractedly. He was usually here alone, usually every weekend around the same time.

Yev cheered, tossing in the package of chocolate chip.

"Daddy," he said for the umpteenth time that morning, "what's banging mean?"

"What?" He turned to face his son.

"Aunt Mandy said you needed to bang people," Yev reminded him. Shit, he heard that.

Yeah, Mandy opened her big fucking mouth when she found out that he didn't have any weekend plans. Said he needed to get out there and bang somebody.

"Nothing, forget about it," Mickey wasn't about to explain any of this to a six year old. He tried to focus on the shelf in front of him but Yev was stubborn.

"But what does it mean?"

"Nothing," Mickey said, only for his arm to be tugged on relentlessly. "Yev, quit it!"

"I wanna knowww," Yev whined. "Please?"

What the fuck ever. "Fine, it means-" He thought about it real quick, "to hangout in a special way that only grown ups do. Got it?"

Yev looked thoughtful. "Oh."

"Yeah. Now let go and stand by the cart," Mickey ordered.

"Okay, Daddy!" Yev gave him a sweet smile, as if he hadn't just been a huge annoyance.

Mickey rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair. Fuckin' kids, man.

Thank God Yev wasn't prone to tantrums. He was going through the whole store bouncing and asking if they were going to get this or that and Mickey had to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him close.

"Ay, chill, little man. You want that pizza when we're done, right?"

Yev nodded eagerly.

"Then calm down and stay still," Mickey instructed.

"Okay!" Yev hugged him by the waist, refusing to let go so Mickey had to walk carefully.

"You're a little shithead, you know that?" He muttered.

"Just like Aunt Mandy is a bitch, right?" Yev chose that moment to increase his voice, so Mickey was pretty sure the people a couple of aisles over heard him. On this one, he received a few nasty looks which he ignored.

"Just keep moving," Mickey gave him a gentle push.

"But that's what you say," Yev said, confused. "Cuz Aunt Mandy calls you assface all the time."

"Jesus..." Mickey was ready for this shopping trip to be over already. Next time Lana was gonna take care of the kid. "Let's just go pay for this shit, alright?"

He ushered them over to the checkout area and if he deliberately chose the one with the fucking hot redhead, well it was his fucking business.

The one cashier, Ian, was possibly behind Mickey's reasoning for shopping on this specific day of the week at this specific time. he felt like a fucking teenage girl every time he came here, anticipating on seeing the guy and only talking for a couple minutes at most. But it was this interaction that, even though he hated to admit it, he looked forward to.

Mickey was putting their groceries on the conveyor belt, completely forgetting he had a six year old with him when his son marched up to the front after the customer in front of them went through.

"Hi!"

Mickey's head snapped up.

"Hello there, what's your name?" Ian asked kindly.

"Yevgeny. But my daddy calls Yev," his son said, then tapped his chin with his pointer finger. "He also calls me a shithead."

Ian snorted in surprise. Mickey's face was warming up.

"I didn't know you had a son," Ian said a he began scanning the items.

"Uh...yeah but I ain't together with his mom," Mickey said, trying to come off as nonchalant.

"That's cuz Daddy likes boys," Yev said promptly. "Do you like boys, Mister?"

Stop fucking talking, Mickey groaned internally. Fucking please.

He was about to tell Ian he didn't have to answer, and tell his own kid to shut the fuck up but Ian responded anyway with a big fucking smile.

"I do like boys," he spared Mickey a glance as he'd said it, filling him with fucking hope of all things.

Did this guy, the same guy that Mickey had been wondering about for weeks now - wondering because he didn't pine fuck you very much - just put himself out there that he was interested?

"You do?" Yev's face split into a wide grin. "Does that mean you'll bang my daddy?"

All at once, the time stopped, the earth stopped moving and Mickey thought he heard a faint gasp behind him. All the blood rushed to his face after that.

He wanted to die. Fucking die and let the ground swallow him whole. It would be infinitely better than this hell he'd found himself in.

Mickey didn't even want to know what Ian was thinking right now. He spared a glance at him, seein' his head ducked and shoulders shaking with laughter. "It ain't that fucking funny," he muttered.

Of course, Yev didn't get the fucking hint to shut up and just kept on blabbing. "Aunt Mandy says he needs to bang somebody cuz...cuz he needs to get out there!"

Jesus Christ, why didn't this kid ever shut up?

"Yev, go pick out some candy," Mickey said through grit teeth.

Yev beamed. "Okay!" He immediately went to pick out some candy bars, oblivious to the embarrassment he'd put his father through.

Mickey averted his eyes while waiting for Ian to finish scanning. "Uh, sorry about that, man."

"Don't worry about it," Ian's eyes sparkled with mirth. "He's a cute kid."

"Yeah, sure." He was a lot less cute in times like these. Or when he screamed bloody murder trying to get away from him when it was bath time.

He didn't know if he expected something else to happen or what, but nothing did. Mickey paid, pushed back his disappointment, then took all the groceries and Yev out to the parking lot to start loading up the car.

"You better stop repeating what your aunt says," Mickey scolded his son.

"Why?"

"Cuz-" The word died on his tongue when Ian came out of the store, still dressed in his uniform. He went right towards them, some longer pieces of hair bouncing in the slight breeze.

"Hi, Mister!" Yev exclaimed. "Are you gonna-" Mickey smoothly clasped a hand over his mouth.

"Whaddya need, man?"

"Your number."

Mickey was so surprised that he let go of Yev's mouth. "Yeah?" he said.

"I know you've wanted mine," Ian said, squinting against the sun that was over him. "Why else would you come in my checkout lane every Saturday?"

"Hey, man. Maybe you're just better at it than all those other morons," Mickey knew the guy was right, but he wasn't about to let him know that.

"It's not the only thing I'm better at," Ian winked. Mickey's eyebrows flew up.

And he may or may not have needed to adjust himself when the opportunity arose...

"What else are you better at?" Yev asked innocently.

"I'm really good at video games," Ian came up with a quick lie, giving him a warm smile.

"So is Daddy!"

"Maybe we can test that out sometime?" Ian handed him a torn off piece of a paper that had his number on it. He was already starting to walk away. "I'll see you later-?"

"Mickey," he said.

"I'll see you later Mickey," Ian said and then called, "and you too, Yev!"

"Bye!" Yev shouted. He looked up at Mickey. "Are you gonna bang him, Daddy?"

God, I hope so, Mickey thought.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #yevgeny milkovich #shameless fanfiction

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darkness-and-books · 11 months ago

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How the TOS crew reacts to being stuck in the turbo lift with you

requested by anon: “how would the tos crew react to getting stuck in the turbolift with reader?”

Spock

He only briefly looks up when he realises that the turbo lift has stopped.

Has no reaction whatsoever and goes back to doing whatever work on his PADD because he figures somebody has to notice it’s out of order fairly quickly

He just goes about his business until he hears you hyperventilating

He already knows why you’re panicking.

Spock does his best to comfort you by telling you that there’s only one turbo lift and therefore someone will have to fix it soon.

He’ll 100% tell you all about the history of elevators and how the turbo lift is so much safer 🤓

If you’re still worried after that he’ll let you hold his hand until someone finally fixes the turbo lift.

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

Internally, he also freaks out a little bit

Bones somehow keeps his composure despite being trapped very close to you

He’s entirely in his own head about it until he realises that he can hear you freaking out even more than him

His inner country boy breaks out a little and pulls you close to him

Absolutely kisses your hands and maybe even your cheek to make you giggle a bit

He’ll remind you that you guys have been through way worse than a stopped turbo lift.

Jim Kirk

“Huh” his exact words after realising you’ve stopped.

Honestly, he really really trusts his crew so he won’t be worried at all

But the moment he hears your breathing pick up he’ll start cracking jokes

“Actually this works out perfectly, I was on my way to a meeting”

Pulls you into a big bear hug and tells you how he’d much rather be here with you

if you’re still panicking he’ll say something like “do I have to order you to calm down”

Keeps telling jokes until you laugh

and when you do laugh, he’s pretty sure his heart jumps out of his chest.

Nyota Uhura

Absolute girl boss about it

Would 100% wait it out if it weren’t for the fact that she could see you panicking

But you’re panicking and she can’t bare to see you with anything but a smile on your face

She pulls out her comm and calls down to engineering (why did no one else think to do this? 🧐)

Once she’s done that all she can really do is wait

She won’t even wait or hesitate, she’ll pull you to the floor and sit with you

10/10 would recommend getting stuck in the turbo lift with Nyota, she will cuddle until someone fixes the lift

Sulu

“Oh my”

His mind seriously blanks

But he kicks into gear when he remembers you’re here too

He pulls out a deck of cards and asks if you like magic 🪄

(I dunno why I just think Sulu can do card tricks and stuff 🤷‍♀️)

Card tricks quickly devolves into an intense game of war

Its unexpected for sure, but it works

Scotty

It takes him a moment to notice

But when he hears your breathing he looks up and realises that you’ve stopped

You’re lucky to be stuck in the turbo lift with the head of engineering

He gives you a quick wink 😉 and smirks when you blush

He’d turn around, open up a panel that you didn’t even know existed, and fix it

Bam, problem solved

If you’re really shaken up by it though he’ll probably take you for a drink after or make you tea if you don’t drink

I hope you like it, anon. I’m super sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, feel free to re-request it with more specific parameters if this isn’t what you meant.

#star trek #headcanon #leonard mccoy x reader #spock x reader #kirk x reader #nyota uhura #tos sulu #im taking requests!!!#requested #Scotty

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achilles-rage · 8 months ago

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Hot Tub: part one

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 5.9k

part 2

A/N: this is my first fic! i was really excited to write this and i wrote it all in one sitting lol. i also wrote the reader with a hint of insecurity at the beginning, but i tried to keep it to a minimum because i know a lot of plus size reader fics are full of insecure readers and it's a little annoying. i tried to write it as if the reader knows she's hot, but is a little wary about him wanting her for more than one night (sidetone: what the fuck is up with men like that because I have met far too many). i also tried to make this race inclusive, but please let me know if there’s anything i need to change for that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, slightly insecure reader at the beginning, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only

“Heard you took down two targets by yourself today, sweetheart. Almost as good as the time I did, except I did it twice as fast. But don’t worry, I don’t blame you. No one expects you to be pretty and as good as me.” Rocker teases as he walks into the room, winking at you.

“Yeah, whatever,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you turn to him, stepping away from your locker. “At least I don’t let it get to my head.” you tease.

“Who says you’re not gonna go home tonight and celebrate. If you need some company, you know you can call me, sweetheart.” He teases, crossing his arms as he stands in front of you, leaning closer.

“Who said I didn't already have company? Maybe I have someone at home waiting to celebrate with me,” you say, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Me, actually. Or do you have somebody special at home?” He smirks, standing taller as he looks down at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Maybe I do. Why? You jealous?” You challenge, looking up at him, mirroring his actions and crossing your arms over your chest. The way he was looking at you made a shiver run down your spine. He really did look jealous.

“Jealous? Please…I’m sure they’re real good to you, but I bet I could make you feel things that they never could.” He challenges, stepping closer to you. You bite the inside of your lip, feeling your face get hot as you try not to show how much his words were beginning to affect you.

“That’s big talk, Rocker. Someone might be disappointed if you couldn’t live up to that,” you say softly, fighting the urge to step back from him out of nervousness. You try to keep a straight face as you look up at him challengingly, not showing how his presence was making your body react.

“Big talk, maybe. But trust me, sweetheart, I’ll definitely live up to it. How about I show you what I mean?” He whispers, leaning in to whisper the last sentence in your ear, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his warm breath hit your ear.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as he leans back, looking down at you with a smirk on his face that you’re not sure if you wanna kiss or smack off. You exhale, licking your lips, feeling your throat go dry as you try to fight away the less than innocent thoughts taking over your mind.

“Nice try, but I don’t think you could handle me.” you whisper, unable to find your voice.

“Oh, trust me. I could definitely handle you sweetheart, and that’s a promise.” He whispers back, sensing your nervousness. You swallow, closing your eyes for a moment as you feel his fingers brush over your cheek. Your stomach drops as you become suddenly very aware of his proximity to you and the look he was giving you, feeling like you’ve woken up from the trance he put you in with just a few words.

“You might be able to, but you don’t actually want to.” You whisper, a mix of coldness and sadness in your voice as you look down, hiding your face from his gaze.

And how could you know what I do and don’t want? Hm, baby?” He says softly, putting a hand under your chin to tilt your head back up. You meet his gaze hesitantly, searching his eyes for a sign that he was joking.

“I know men like you, you don’t want a woman like me.” You whisper, looking up at him, your jaw clenching.

“Yeah? And why kind of women do ‘men like me’ go after?” He challenges, looking down at you with his head tilted to the side.

“Skinny women,” you start, sighing, really not wanting to explain this to him. “Women you wanna be seen in public with...” You say, trailing off as you look away, only for his hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

“Look at me. Why are you pretty girls always so insecure? Look at you,” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice as his eyes drag down your body.

“I’m not pretty, not like the women you actually want, at least.” You argue, laughing sarcastically as you watch his eyes look down at you, shaking your head.

“That’s a lie, and you aren’t gonna convince me otherwise. You’re gorgeous, I don’t know why you think I wouldn’t want you.” He says, looking back into your eyes, one hand still on your jaw as his other hand moves to your hip.

“Well, yeah, I’m pretty. But not the type of pretty that guys like you want. I’ve dealt with men like you. You want me for a night, or in secret. But that’s it. You’d rather a woman that’ll make your friends pat you on the back for pulling.” You argue, a hint of sadness in your eyes.

His face softens for a moment, looking down at you, clenching his jaw, making your knees weak. He shakes his head, his teasing expression coming back onto his face as he pulls you closer, your arms, still crossed, pressing against his chest.

“You’ve got shitty taste in men then, sweetheart. I’ve never met anyone as pretty as you, especially since I got to know that smart mouth of yours. And I’d be an idiot if I only wanted you for one night.” He says playfully, tilting your head up further, leaning closer for a moment, your lips almost touching before he pulls away, looking at you intently.

“I don’t believe you…” You mumble, trying not to cave at his words. You want to believe him so badly, but after learning that so many men don’t wanna admit that they like your body, you can’t help the nervousness twisting at your insides.

“Really? Even after everything I’ve been saying? Tell me, have any of the other ‘guys like me’ ever made you feel like this?” He asks, tightening his grip on your hip, looking at you with a dark look in his eyes.

You shake your head in his grip, mumbling a soft no as you bite the inside of your lip. He chuckles softly at your nervousness, using the hand that was holding your jaw to grab your wrists, moving them up and over his head so your arms are draped around his shoulders.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he says smugly, gripping your hips tightly. “How about this, you give me a chance. Let me take you out, and I’ll make you feel so goddamn amazing that you'll forget all about your stupid insecurities. Because I don’t care if you’re not skinny, I like your body just the way it is. Alright, pretty girl?” He says softly, looking at you with an almost pleading expression.

You look up at him, eyes softening as you see the way he’s looking at you. You sigh, fighting the urge to give in. “Where?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, face growing hot at the idea of going out with him.

“Anywhere, sweetheart. A restaurant, a museum, a bar. Or, we could just spend the night at my place…” He says softly, giving your hips a playful squeeze, smirking down at you.

“So, you’re just trying to wine and dine me?” You ask, slightly joking, still not quite believing him.

“Oh, no, baby. I’m a much better cook than any restaurant in this town. I was thinking you and I could stay in, I could make you dinner. I even have a pool, and it’s heated, so it won’t matter if it’s cold out. What do you say?” He says, chuckling softly. You look up at him, fighting back a smile as his words hit you. It wouldn’t be the end of the world to go out with him once. It’s not like you have to give into him completely.

“No pool. But a home cooked meal sounds okay.” You whisper, trying to keep a straight face as you see the grin that appears on his face.

“Why? Are you shy? Because there’s no reason to be. I’d never judge you, sweetheart. But if you say no pool, then how about a warm bath? I can help soothe your sore muscles from taking down two suspects by yourself,” he teases, as you giggle softly.

“A bath is worse, at least in a pool I’d have a bathing suit on.” You reply, shaking your head.

“Oh, no, you wouldn’t. Not if I had anything to say about it.” He says, pulling you closer to him, your chest touching his own. He looks down at you for a moment with a serious look on his face before the grin reappears on his face, and he winks at you. You look down, fighting back a smile as you shake your head.

“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you, pretty girl?” he teases, tilting your head back up to look at him, “the look on your face says it all.” You shake your head, a smile making its way onto your face.

“No pool. But I’ll come over, just for dinner.” You say softly, finally giving in, playing with the hair on the back of his head with your fingers.

“What about a hot tub? It’ll soothe your aching muscles from work today. I’ll make you dinner, and then we can have a nice evening in the hot tub, no swimwear required.” he teases, squeezing your hips, licking his lips.

If he’s not being serious, he’s really good at pretending he is. You think it over in your head for a moment, fidgeting with your fingers as your arms stay draped over his shoulders. Some time in the hot tub would definitely help with the soreness you were starting to feel, and if he’s not serious about this, this would be a good way to be sure. How much you want him to the side, getting in a hot tub with this man definitely wouldn't be the worst way to spend the night. You sigh, finally nodding as you look up at him, being met with a smirk and a glint in his eyes.

“I have the feeling you just wanna see me in a bathing suit,” you tease nervously, trying to calm yourself as you begin feeling giddy about actually going over to his house.

“Of course I do. But I’m gonna be a gentleman about it, pretty girl. A proper first date, then a dip in the hot tub, and then…we’ll see what happens,” he purrs suggestively, leaning closer to whisper the last bit in your ear.

“It’s not gonna happen, not right away. I need to know you’re serious,” you whisper, looking up at him, moving your hands down to his shoulders.

“Baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t seriously willing to see how far we could take this. I want you, but I want all of you. So, we’ll go to my place, I’ll make you the best dinner you’ve ever had, and then I’ll give you a nice massage in the hot tub.” He says, looking down at you with no hint of joking or teasing in his eyes. He sees you nod, giving you a small smile as his hands go from your hips to your waist, squeezing you gently.

“A massage is not gonna happen, Rocker. I’ll come over, but only for the hot tub,” You tease, running your hands from his shoulders to his chest. Your eyes follow your hands before you look back up at him, face hot as you think about how close he is to you.

“Just for the hot tub?” He asks, pretending to take offense, leaning away from you. “What about me, sweetheart? Aren’t you coming for me at all?” He teases, cupping your cheek with one hand.

“No, I won’t be coming for you at all,” you tease, biting the inside of your lip, fighting back a smile as he scoffs.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame, I was looking forward to watching you fall apart for me,” he teases, whispering in your ear. You laugh softly, pushing him away as you shake your head.

“Okay, enough. We’re still at work,” you say softly, watching him put his hands up in mock surrender. You turn to grab your bag from your locker, throw it over your shoulder and move to walk past him. “I should go…I’ll see you tonight?” You ask, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you go. But first,” he says, taking a step to grab your waist, pulling you back towards him, turning you towards him before you collide with his chest. He slips your phone out of your back pocket, turning it to your face so it unlocks, and puts his address in.

“My address,” he explains, turning your phone off and putting it back into your back pocket. “1900? Can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me.” he teases, letting go of your waist. You nod, laughing softly, unable to find any words as you turn towards the door, ready to go home.

You look in the mirror, running a hand down the short blue sundress you decided on. You turn to the side in the mirror, smiling softly as you move your hair over your shoulder. You gotta admit, you looked hot. Even if Rocker wasn’t being completely honest about how much he wanted you, you could humour him for one night. You giggled softly as you thought about it, shaking your head. Maybe you could tease him a little, make sure he was really willing to put in the effort. You grab your purse, making sure your lip gloss was in place before leaving your apartment and making your way to your car.

You pull up to his house, letting out a shaky breath as you turn your car off. You take a moment to calm your nerves before stepping out of the car, making your way up the driveway to his front door. You knock, and he opens the door, letting his eyes trail down your body, eyeing the way your tits spill out of the top of your dress, the way he can see the soft outline of your stomach, the way he can see a small sliver of your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your dress.

“Damn.” He mutters, eyes flicking back up to look you in the eyes.

“What, you’ve never seen a girl in a dress before?” You tease, face growing hot as you clasp your hands behind you, tilting your head to look up at him.

“None that look as good as you do, sweetheart. God, you really are gorgeous. Come on in.” He purrs, standing back from the doorway, grabbing your hand to guide you inside, kissing it softly as you pass him.

You walk in, letting him lead you to the kitchen. You look around the house as you go, smiling at how nice his house is. You were a little surprised, you didn’t think he would know how to decorate a house. He walks into the kitchen, going to grab some wine glasses from the cupboard. Your eyes land on the patio doors, looking outside to see his backyard, illuminated by the outdoor string lights. You smirk at him as he turns around to face you, walking to the patio, opening the door and stepping outside.

You hear him following behind you, as you look around the backyard, taking in the pool, the hot tub, and the patio furniture nicely set up on the deck.

“Your house is amazing. But I think the best part is the backyard.” You tease, turning back to look at him, eyes following him as he moves to stand beside you.

“Yeah? You love the hot tub that much?” He teases, watching as your eyes move from him to the hot tub.

“Mhm. I’d love to use it later.” You tease, turning back to look at him, taking a step closer to him.

“Or we could use it right now.” He says suggestively, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him before moving a hand up to your neck, caressing your jaw.

“I could be persuaded. It would be good to be nice and relaxed before dinner.” You tease, putting your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him innocently. He looked good, you had to admit, and all you wanted to do was get into that hot tub with him. Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Don’t tease me,” he murmurs, smirking down at you. “How about I get it ready while you go change, then we can get in and I’ll give you a massage. How does that sound?” He whispers, leaning in closer to you, letting you feel his breath on your neck as your face heats up.

“That sounds perfect, minus the massage.” you say softly, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Why’s that?” he teases, kissing your jaw softly, his kisses trailing up to your ear.

“I already told you, nothing’s happening tonight. I don’t think a massage would help with that.” You whisper, letting out a shaky breath as you move your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away slightly as he kisses your jaw.

“But what if I said that it would be completely innocent?” he whispers, his grip on your hips tightening as you push him back. He looks down at you with a smirk as you shake your head.

“I don’t trust that it would stay that way. Especially not with you.” You whisper, running your hands down his chest, looking down at your hands as you fight back a smile.

“Maybe, but can you blame me if my hands wander?” He teases, looking down at your hands on his chest. You giggle softly, shaking your head as you push him away with a little more force.

“Go get the hot tub ready, I’m gonna change.” You say, taking a few steps back.

“Down the hall, on the right,” he says, watching you walk into the house, smirking to himself.

You go to the bathroom, putting on your black bikini before slipping on the oversized t-shirt you brought, letting it slide down your body and coming to a stop just under your butt. You look in the mirror, exhaling nervously before going back out to the patio. You notice Rocker has already changed into his swimsuit as you put your bag down on the patio chair, taking in the sight of his bare torso.

“Oh, my God…you know, you gotta be careful in that shirt.” He says when he sees you, his eyes scanning you up and down as you walk towards him.

“Why’s that?” You tease, looking up at him, clasping your hands behind your back innocently.

“It looks like it would fall right off you, and then it wouldn’t be covering anything. What if I ripped it off of you?” He teases, one hand moving to grab the hem of your shirt, using it to pull you closer.

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too much of a gentleman, remember?” You say softly, looking down at his hands as he starts to lift the shirt slowly up your torso.

“For you, sweetheart, I’d be anything. But right now, you’re not asking me to be a gentleman.” he purrs, lifting your shirt up over your head. You laugh softly, ducking out of the shirt and quickly slipping into the hot tub.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” he says, slipping into the hot tub behind you. He sits down, humming softly as he leans back against the backrest, closing his eyes. He opens his eyes after a moment, looking over at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Come here, let me massage you, sweetheart.”

“I already said that it won’t end well,” you tease softly, looking over at him with a hesitant look.

“Come on, please, “he whispers, holding a hand out to you, “I won’t let my hands wander.”

“You promise?” you ask, slowly grabbing his hand, not making a move from your spot.

“I promise. If my hands wander, you can kick my ass. Deal?” He jokes, pulling you up by your hand to pull you closer.

“Fine,” you giggle, letting him pull you up. You move over to him, standing in between his legs, looking down at him. “But I’m taking you up on that.” You whisper as his hands firmly grab your hips, starting to massage them before moving down to your thighs.

“How’s that sweetheart?” He asks as he keeps massaging up and down your thighs and hips. He looks up your body, eyes stopping on the way your tits sit in your top, groaning quietly.

“This isn’t a normal massage.” you laugh softly, biting the inside of your lip.

“Maybe not. But I’m guessing you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He teases, pulling you closer to him, hands trailing up to your waist, thumbs rubbing over your stomach softly.

“I told you this would be dangerous,” you whisper in a shaky tone, face getting hot as his thumbs trace over the stretch marks on your stomach.

“Yeah? And why’s that, sweetheart?” He challenges.

You shake your head, fighting back a smile. He knows exactly why; he just wants to hear that it’s affecting you as much as it’s affecting him.

“You know why,” you whisper as he gently guides your hips down, making you straddle his lap.

“Do I? Tell me why, baby.” He purrs softly, trailing his hands up and down your sides before they land on your thighs, gripping them tightly.

“You know exactly why,” you whisper shakily, hovering over his lap, trying not to give in to him as you keep your arms at your sides, fidgeting with your bikini strings.

“Maybe I do, but I wanna hear you say it.” he whispers, looking up at you, eyes dark.

“Because I’m not ending up in your bed tonight.”

“Is that right?” he smirks, pulling your hips down to sit on his lap fully, tilting his head to the side and giving you a smug look.

“Yes,” you whisper, letting out a shaky breath, feeling your face get hot as you feel him under you, not wanting to get off of him, but knowing you should.

“Is that your final answer? Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart, I’ll respect your boundaries, but it seems like you’re fighting really hard against something you know we both want.” He says softly, starting to guide your hips to grind against him. You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you bite your lip.

“That’s my final answer,” You whisper, letting him continue to guide your hips, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“If you say so…” He whispers, continuing to move your hips, slowly rocking them against his own. At the same time, he gently rolls his hips up, pressing himself against you. A whine escapes your lips as you tilt your head back, hands gripping onto his shoulders tighter.

“Oh, sweetheart, Jesus…” he groans, tightening his grips on your hips as you start moving your hips against his.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper, biting the inside of your lip, looking down at him.

“Then why are you letting me? If this is off limits, why aren’t you stopping me?” He says, smirking as he looks up at you. You look down at him, breath quickening as he keeps moving you against him, trying to get yourself to pull away, but unable tear yourself away from the pleasure growing as you feel his hard length grinding against you.

“That’s it, keep going princess…” he whispers, chuckling softly, rocking your hips harder against him, pushing up against your clit.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you tilt your head forward, hands moving to his chest.

“That’s…God, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous…” he groans, biting his lip softly as he watches you finally start to cave.

“Shut up,” you mumble as you look up at him, running your hands down his chest.

“You know I think you’re gorgeous. I’m not gonna stop saying it until you realize it.” He whispers, moving his hands to your ass, squeezing it softly as you continue moving your hips against him.

“You already have me like this, you don’t have to butter me up anymore,” you tease softly, whimpering as his hands move back to your hips, holding you against him as he bucks his hips slightly.

“Buttering you up is part of the fun. Seeing you breathless and desperate is just as nice as seeing you naked.” He says, eyes glancing down to your chest, then down to your stomach, watching the way it moves, before looking back up into your eyes, smirking.

“How would you know? You haven’t seen me naked,” you tease breathlessly, continuing to move your hips against him.

“Does that mean I should ask? I’d be happy to see you naked, sweetheart, but I’m more interested in seeing how you fall apart with your clothes on…” He teases, trailing his hands slowly down your thighs, gripping them tightly as you move your hips. A whimper escapes you as you tilt your head back, moving your hips quicker against him. “That’s what you wanna do, isn’t it? Fall apart on my lap?”

“Shut up,” you whisper, looking down at him, embarrassed, but still moving your hips, desperate for more of the pleasure slowly building in your stomach.

“I don’t think you want that. You love this, I can see how much you love it. You like grinding against my cock, pretty girl?” He says roughly, holding your hips tightly as he rocks you against him. You nod, biting your lip, whimpering slightly.

You keep up your pace as he keeps rubbing against you perfectly, looking down at him as he rolls his hips up into you. He groans at the sight of you, loving the sight of you so desperate for him. He grabs your jaw with one hand, forcefully pulling you in for a kiss, pulling a whine from your lips. He chuckles into the kiss, slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth. He continues to kiss you with a hand on your neck, the only sounds surrounding you two being the soft hum of the hot tub jets and the moans escaping your mouths.

“You close baby? Are you gonna fall apart for me?” He whispers, a smug smirk on his face as he pulls back from your lips, noticing the way your hips start bucking gently. You nod, looking up at him with hooded eyes, moving your hips against him desperately.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me. Go on, baby,” he groans, watching as you tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you let go. Watching the way you squirm for him sends him over the edge. He moans your name as he cums, bucking his hips up against yours as you feel him twitch beneath you.

You breathe heavily as you open your eyes, resting your forehead on his shoulder, slowing your hips until they stop, resting against him. You sit for a moment, trying to catch your breath as his hands slowly trail up and down your back.

“That’s why I didn’t want a massage,” you whisper, laughing softly. He chuckles, slowly trailing his hands from your back down to your hips, then to your thighs, holding them gently.

“But I got a front row seat to this, watching you fall apart. So good for me,” he teases, gently grabbing your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. You purse your lips as you fight back a smile, covering your face with your hands, slightly embarrassed about how quickly you folded. You told yourself this wasn’t going to happen, and you caved the first time he touched you.

He grabs your wrists, gently pulling them from your face, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Don’t shy away from my now, sweetheart. You didn’t have a problem cumming on my lap a second ago,” he teases, holding your wrists in one hand as he gently caresses the side of your face.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you whisper, biting your lip as you avert your gaze.

“Oh, sweetheart, if you truly believed that, you wouldn’t have gotten on my lap to begin with…” he teases, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

“This can’t happen again,” you whisper, starting to raise your hips off of his. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, you wanted to make him work for it, but one look was all it took. He knew exactly what to do. You were a goner the first time he looked at you with that look in his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers, pulling your hips back down, forcing you to stay seated on his lap, “you can tell me you don’t want to do this all you like, but your body betrays you.” He smirks, slowly starting to move your hips against him again. You whimper softly, still sensitive, biting your lip as you look down at him.

“I don’t wanna be just another woman you’ve slept with,” you say softly, looking down at him.

“You would never be, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be just another notch in my belt, baby,” he whispers, slowing your hip movements against him as he looks up at you with soft eyes.

“You didn’t even have to cook me dinner first…you probably think I’m easy…” you mumble in a slightly teasing tone, looking down, embarrassed.

“Easy doesn’t begin to cover it, you’ve just been sitting in my lap, grinding on me like you’re going for the gold,” he teases, looking up at you, gently moving his hands up your sides in a calming motion. You groan, hitting his chest softly as you look up at him.

“I’m being serious…” you whisper, fighting back a smile as you look up at him with narrowed eyes.

“So am I, baby. You’re not just another girl. I wouldn’t have put in the amount of effort I did to get you like this if I just wanted to use you.” He whispers in a teasing tone, putting his hand on your cheek, running his thumb along it gently.

“You barely had to put in any effort, all you did was invite me over. And offer me a massage,” you whisper, unable to help leaning into his touch slightly, biting the inside of your lip.

“Sweetheart,” he says, sighing, the teasing tone gone from his voice as he looks up at you softly, “I’ve been flirting with you for months, making it clear that I like you, that I want you. It’s been you brushing me off. Did you really not know I was interested until today? He asks, surprised, still rubbing his thumb against your cheek with one hand, holding your hip with the other.

“You’ve been flirting for months?” you ask, in disbelief, looking up at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Baby, I’ve been flirting with you pretty relentlessly. Do you really not remember me bringing you coffee? Or lunch? Or just me flirting with you daily? Telling you how pretty you look?” He says, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you.

“I thought you were kidding…” you whisper, looking down, fighting back a smile as you feel your face get hot.

“Did you also think that I brought you coffee and lunch for no reason? Baby, I flirt with you almost every day. You always gave me these little smiles, and shy looks, like you wanted me just as bad, but you didn’t wanna give in…you’ve been driving me crazy for months.” He teases, leaning in to kiss your jaw softly before looking back up at you, smirking.

“I just thought you were being nice…” you whisper, smiling softly, looking back up to meet his eyes, giggling softly as it sinks in that he was flirting with you the whole time, it wasn’t just something you were imagining.

“Being nice? You thought me doing things for you and flirting with you was just me being nice? Are you joking?” He teases, moving his hands down to your waist, tickling it softly. You giggle, squirming in his touch. You sigh as his fingers stop tickling your sides, shrugging sheepishly as you lean against his chest, smiling.

“I’m sorry you had to try so hard,” you whisper, your cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat against your ear.

“Trust me, it wasn’t a hardship. It was well worth every moment just to get you like this…all whiny and needy in my lap,” he teases, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m not needy…” you argue as you lean back, looking up at him, crossing your arms over your chest, fighting back a smile.

“Baby,” he purrs, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, cupping your cheek with his hand, “you’re in my lap, pretty girl. You were just shaking for me, grinding against me, moaning for me…” he teases, running his hand down your neck slowly, down to your waist. You roll your eyes as you laugh softly.

“So, you’re not affected by this too?” You tease back, looking up at him innocently, lightly starting to rock your hips against his lap, moving your hands to his shoulders again.

“Oh, I’m affected, pretty girl. You can feel exactly what you do to me,” he whispers, pushing his hips up against you, letting you feel his hard length against your clothed core.

“It would be nice if you looked as desperate as I do…” you whisper, face hot, slightly embarrassed. Despite this, you continue moving your hips harder against him, loving the way he feels against you.

“Baby, if I wasn’t holding back right now, I’d be ripping off that little bathing suit of yours,” he growls softly, beginning to guide your hips against him again, moving his hips up against yours so you can feel the way he’s straining against his shorts. “But as good as that sounds, I want you to feel like I’ve done enough to earn it.”

You whine softly as he rubs against your core, biting your lip. He’s too good with his words. You look up at him with a desperate look in your eyes, tilting your head to the side.

“Take me upstairs, please?”

He grins up at you, squeezing your hips tightly, “are you sure?” he asks softly, tensing under you, ready to pick you up and carry you upstairs. You nod, smiling as you bite your lip, breathing out a soft yes. That’s all it takes for him to push you off his lap, getting out of the hot tub quickly, turning to grab your hands, pulling you out of the hot tub. Once you’re out of the hot tub he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up easily, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips. You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, tightening your legs around his waist as he turns, quickly walking to the patio door, ready to see the way you look sprawled out on his bed.

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lov1ngreid · 1 year ago

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BOYS LIKE YOU | 3

(pairings): high school!spencer + cheerleader!reader

(warnings): mentions of blood

(word count): 3.2k

(author’s note): this chapter’s a little short but i wanted to have something out for you guys! the next chapter will be the last (thank god) also not proofread so bare with me, but merry christmas!

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“A practice date?” Gianna spits, confusion painting her pretty tanned face while she shoves her fork into whatever cafeteria food was served that day “come. on.” she groans only to shoot another displeased look in your direction, you only decide look up at her from your textbook when she began to get just a little too loud. Silencing her with your eyes, she only rolls hers in response before moving her attention back to her food.

“I didn’t know what to say!” you whisper-yell scanning your surroundings quickly to make sure nobody other than her could hear your conversation, she quickly raises one eyebrow, completely unsatisfied with your answer “and you can’t talk” you shoot back at her raising your right hand to point your gel pen at her face.

“you’re the one who called her over in the first place! I was just gonna let him wander around until he got to nervous and gave up” quickly, you take an opportunity to glance down the end of the cafeteria table where Sadie sat, completely indulged in her own conversation.

Gianna purses her lips thinking, before deciding to hold her hands up in defence “to be honest I kinda wanted to see your reaction” she chuckles to herself for a moment earning a slap to the wrist from you, you shake your head for a moment, absolutely not impressed by her answer.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a moment, your pen quickly jotting down notes from your history textbook while your cold cafeteria lunch sat beside you “If you’re not gonna eat it can I?” Gianna asks already grabbing your red tray from your side before you could answer, she knew your answer before you said it.

Nodding quickly before turning your attention back to your notes, the cafeteria chatter fills your ears causing you to zone into your notes “uh oh” you hear Gianna’s half full mouth admit pulling your attention from your notes onto her. Eyes wide, her stare is set down the left side of the long cafeteria table and you can’t help but follow her gaze down the rows of blue and white cheerleading uniforms before they land on one in particular.

Sadie Keller, her dark cherry red hair and perfect manicured nails, perfect manicured nails that happened to be in someone’s hair.

Spencer Reid’s hair.

You felt like your eyes were quite literally bludging out of your head from how hard you were staring, Sadie sat next to him giggling as she raked her hands through his pretty brown hair, dragging them down his arms while they chatted to other girls on the team.

“He’s cute right” Ivy leans into you, her eyes also glued on the two at the end of the table “I didn’t even know he went here” she adds tilting her head a little causing her long blonde ponytail to tilt with her.

“You called him a freak nerd last period” Gianna mentions from across the table “to his face” she adds a disgusted look filling her face as she waited for Ivy’s response.

“Oh” she deadpans looking between Gianna and then Spencer again “was that him?” She asks obliviously cocking her head once more, Gianna nods her head in response “oh well he’s cute” she shrugs completely unaware of her insensitivity while she goes back to whatever conversation she was indulging in prior.

You felt every emotion bubble in the pit of your stomach, you had to look away before you screamed in her face. The worst part was you couldn’t even blame Sadie, Spencer was cute and funny, and incredibly smart, and if you knew he was Sadie’s tutor maybe you’d make up some sort of terrible lie about him so she wouldn’t like him. Which in hindsight would be horrible of you, but maybe it would’ve prevented having to see such a disgusting scene play out in front of you.

Although every possible emotion swirled inside of you, you didn’t know which one would win until you felt your eyes stinging a little while they brimmed with soft salty tears, mortified you were about to cry in front of the whole cheer team you slammed your books shut earning a few looks from your peers around you, gathering them to your chest before rushing from the cafeteria to the quiet unoccupied hallway.

Small sniffles followed your footsteps as you turned the corner to find your locker clicking it open angrily sliding your books into their respective spots. Pathetic was the only word you could describe yourself in that moment, standing at your locker alone, crying over a boy who had absolutely no interest in you.

The silence in the hallway is calming, only the distance sound of cafeteria chatter and quiet squeaky footsteps from a passerby.

“Hi” a male voice chirps snapping you from your Spencer induced brain fog, almost knocking the wind from you in shock.

“Oh my god- you scared me” you breath grasping your chest a little, your eyes widen at your state, turning away from him a little to quickly wipe the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m sorry” he laughs a little, his brows furrowing as you turn around “I just wanted to ask if we were still practice dating tonight?” a concerned look painted across his face as you turned back, he noticed your eyes immediately.

Arguably his favourite thing about you.

“Are you okay?” He questions noticing your nose red from rubbing it, and the small sniffles escaping while he talked, he could tell you were crying, he just didn’t know why.

“I’m fine” you mumble moving your books around not daring to make eye contact with him, instead facing your locker while you conversed “And we might have to reschedule, I’m really busy-” you continue.

“Please?” he whispers, eyes widening under his glasses leaning in a little closer in attempts for you to look at him, your actions freeze at his words huffing in defeat, you turn to face him for a moment.

Only then he got a clear view of your face, your pretty eyes covered with a thin layer of glassy tears that were on the brink of falling he could almost see his reflection in them, your long thick eyelashes darkened with your tears “Fine” you nod, your eyes dropping down to avoid his stare, frankly it was making you a little nervous.

It was like your next movements where a calculated blur, grabbing your textbooks before slamming your locker shut to brush past Spencer without another word. Sniffles following as you made your way down the hall, silently cursing yourself out on the way to your next class.

You didn’t know why seeing him with someone else had worked you up so much, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You knew he didn’t like you, if you hadn’t been so desperate to hang out with him you wouldn’t have picked up the stupid letter, you brought this on yourself.

But Spencer’s heart did the thing again when he watched you walk down the hall.

You spent what felt like the whole of fifth period stealing glances at Spencer, which was absolutely not discrete since you always sat in front of him and you could only check the clock that hung on the back of the classroom wall so many times before it became suspicious, if it wasn’t already.

You absolutely could not recall a singular word your teacher had spoken about, your mind completely fogged with thoughts of Sadie’s stupid hair and stupid nails dragging across Spencer’s locks or the way she dragged his glasses off his face which made you glad you didn’t eat lunch.

So when Mrs. Abernathy claimed you’d be splitting off into partners, you wanted to grab Spencer’s arm and yank him away from Sadie but you knew you couldn’t. You had to settle for Ethan not a bad choice in hindsight he was the smartest hockey player so you knew he’d at least would’ve been paying attention unlike you.

But you weren’t the only one who’s mind was absolutely full with thoughts of another, Spencer’s head felt sore at how much he was thinking of you, his heart ached at the sight of you upset, and as much as he hated it he couldn’t control it.

“I’m excited for this weekend” the pretty red head giggled under her large plastic goggles, Spencer’s head turned at the sound of her voice, snapping him from his gaze on you, he watched as she twisted the gas valve attached to the bunsen burner.

“What?” Spencer mutters in response as she lifts her head to meet his, his eyes widen in realisation “oh!” He rushes, absolutely mortified he had forgotten “ice skating, of course! I’m so excited” he scrambles quickly as her face began to drop, it quickly picks up at his words before she continues to quickly strike a match.

His eyes wander from the pages of his poorly written notebook, to the silver work bench across from him. The work bench that you were at, your teary eyes replaced by being slightly scrunched in laughter at whatever the curly haired brunette boy had muttered in your ear. Spencer’s eyes furrowed at the sight.

What could he possibly be saying to make you laugh?

“They’re cute right?” Sadie chirps holding a clear glass beaker while she swirled the blue liquid with a stirring stick, snapped out of his gaze once again, his face painted with confusion, he turns to face Sadie for a moment without a word, she seems equally confused at his silence before placing the beaker down for a moment “Ethan and y/n?” she adds in hopes of him understanding.

“Are they dating?” He rushes quickly grabbing the beaker from the bench before swirling the liquid himself.

Sadie giggles a little before responding “No I don’t think so” going back to write a little in her note book “She doesn’t really date, doesn’t stop guys from trying” she goes on to say, focused on her neatly lined notes, failing to notice Spencer’s usually pale pink knuckles suddenly turning white with how hard he was gripping the glass beaker.

“Okay! So we just have to add- Spencer!” Sadie shrieks as the glass shatters in his hand spilling the liquid all over the both of them, shards of glass piercing into his skin. He’s shocked at her reaction at first, completely unknowing of the mess he had made all over the bench, and her cheerleading uniform. “I just steam pressed this” Sadie claims eyes glued onto her now, blue stained uniform.

“Mr. Reid” Mrs.Abernathy states only the tiniest bit of concern lacing her statement “Please go to the nurse you’re bleeding all over my bench” she bores again, Spencer’s state only earns a giggle from you, concerned of course, but his deer in headlights stance and absolute silence, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“And Ms. Y/L/N, since you think it’s so funny you can take him” your quiet laughing stops at her stern words.

“But-”

“Now” She adds with not an ounce of sympathy dripping from her words, your eyes snap from her to Spencer who stood picking pieces of glass from his hand, you physically cringed at the sight before a groan escapes your lips. His eyes meet yours for a moment, your eyes rolling seemed to be the only appropriate response before you nod your head towards the door ushering him to follow you.

The silence in the unoccupied hallways was deafening, only the sounds of your shoes squeaking filling the air, you could hear Spencer whimpering a tiny bit behind you, you swore it took your whole strength not to turn around and tell him to shut-up, but you knew whatever you were angry at wasn’t technically his fault.

Your shoes squeaked a little louder as you both took a sharp turn into the nurses office, almost immediately greeted with a high pitched “oh my gosh!” The nurse squeaked as she saw the state of Spencer holding his bloody glass punctured hand “sit down!” She adds patting the examination table beckoning for Spencer, he responds with a weak nod before complying.

You weren’t sure on whether you were meant to leave or stay with Spencer in this situation, of course a part of you wanted to stay with him, comfort him until he felt better. But another part of you wanted to leave him there, claiming that if Sadie cared enough she’d be here instead of you.

But you stayed.

“y/n can you wrap it up for me I just have to grab something from across the hall” the nurse rushed holding a plastic bag with shards of red stained class, she barely looked up for an answer from you before zipping the bag up and rushing for the door.

“But Kate-”

“Just do it” she calls out, her small frame already half way out the door before you could even protest, your eyes shift back to Spencer who sat slumped on the table while he meekly sent a smile in your direction.

Despite your resistance, you sighed a little before reaching towards the top shelf grabbing alcohol spray and bandages before moving to meet Spencer at the table “this is gonna hurt a little okay?” You mumble gently grabbing his skinny wrist, turning it so his injured hand faced you, you bit your lip in concentration as you lined up the alcohol to spray at his wounds.

He winced a little at the sting before nodding for you to continue, you couldn’t help but enjoy the small whimpers falling from his lips, you felt perverted for it, but you were sure anyone would agree. It also made you realise how big his hands were in comparison to yours, you wanted so badly to just be able to hold it, for it to touch you.

You looked up at his face for a moment, watching how he caught his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes focused on his hand in pain, that was enough to make you huff with a loss of breath.

Cleaning up his hand, you toss his bloody gauze into the bin quickly turning to face away from him to wash your hands “you call Nurse Abbott, Kate?” He mutters, frowning as he takes a look at the state of his hand.

You pause for a second, brows knitting at his question, you hadn’t even realised you had called her that it had become normal to you “yeah I don’t know I’m in here a lot” you mumble in response back turning around to grab a dressing “I get migraines sometimes so she lets me sit in here” you continue, lining up the dressing on the biggest cut on his hand.

You couldn’t help yourself but stare at the lines and creases in his hands while you tended to him, the way his veins popped when would accidentally clench at the stinging was enough for you to bite your lip in frustration.

“You still get those?” He adds finally looking up from his hand to you, his eyes zoning on your the way your pretty eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your long eyelashes and pretty pump lips, licking them every now and then.

“You remember” Mumbling you toss the dressing wrappers away not daring to meet Spencer’s eyes while doing so.

“Yeah they used to scare me” he laughs while your hand brushes over his, memories of times you had to lay in a quiet pitch black room ran through your mind, and the way you’d yell at him if he opened the door letting the light in. You always felt bad for yelling at him, you knew he probably just wanted to play Mario kart so you’d bake him cupcakes to make up for it.

“Are we still fake dating tonight?” He adds, leaning his head down a little for his eyes to meet yours. You cringe a little at his wording cause selfishly, you didn’t want it to be a fake date, you wanted to real date him and you wanted him to real date you.

“Spence” you mutter no louder than a whisper, you don’t meet his eyes, instead focused on finishing up his hand “your hand” you mention looking up at him for a split second to look back down at his hand, coloured white with the bandage wrapped around it.

“It’s okay” he rushed “It doesn’t hurt that bad” now you didn’t buy that for a second, you surprised he didn’t need stitches and he was a terrible liar “I can hold onto the railing.. please” you were strong, you could admit that but the pleading along with his big round eyes beaming up at you almost twinkling under the fluorescent lighting.

“Maybe” you breathe, surprised you didn’t immediately say yes the minute he started begging.

He seemed momentarily satisfied with your answer “done” you whisper smiling back up at him, only you realised he was already looking at you, not just looking at you, but looking into you. His eyes exploring the depths of yours, like he was desperate to see behind them. And honestly he was, he wanted to be in your brain at this very moment, wanted to know what you were thinking, how you were feeling but he couldn’t tell, only noting the quick rise and fall of your chest and your glistening bottom lip as you licked it, you were nervous.

His eyes moved from your eyes, along your jawline and all across your face, counting every beauty spot every freckle, you both scanned each others faces, searching for something you couldn’t even answer only the sounds of your breathes mixing in with each other filling the what felt like warm air.

Your eyes both meet each others for a second, brows furrowing in curiosity, your eyes faulting from his eyes to his lips, disparity fuelling in the pit of your stomach.

“Okay!” A voice booms from the corridor adjacent to the door “oh! y/n I didn’t think you’d wrap it so quickly” she adds looking up from her clipboard at the both of you.

You must’ve looked like a deer in headlights, both pulled from the depths of your gaze on each other, you’d never seen him look at you like that, and honestly you didn’t even know what it meant. You’d never seen him look at anyone like that.

“Sorry” you mumble a little sheepishly, dropping Spencer’s hand into his lap which you were unaware you were still holding, embarrassed that you had pretty much eye fucked him “I’ll go now” nodding at Kate before attempting to make your way to the doorway, but not without Spencer’s uninjured hand grabbing your wrist.

“Tonight?” He queried again tilting his head to the side like a puppy dog, his big brown eyes shining in your direction which absolutely did not help your case.

Your mind fights it for a little, there was no way he should be out ice skating with an injured hand, and you also didn’t really want to go after seeing the way him and Sadie were getting to know each other in the cafeteria. But despite all that, you selfishly just wanted to feel like you were the one on a date with him.

“Please” he whispers his lanky hand still gently gripping your wrist.

Yep that’ll do it

“Fine” you groan, defeat dripping from your words rolling your eyes in annoyance, false annoyance.

It was hard to act annoyed when the biggest grin grew on his pretty little face, you would’ve almost forgotten that his hand had pretty much been mauled by a glass beaker.

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l0verclown · 3 months ago

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From pressured to driven Part 2

What happens when you feel pressured to do something you never thought you'd do?

Especially if 4 serial killers are the ones pressuring you.

Slight ronin x reader

| spoilers for Killer chat!!! This is part two of "From pressured to driven". As always, my writing sucks so its probably Ooc. I have no idea if i want to continue with more parts, but hey who knows.

TW: Mention of murder, going insane, light gore, SA?(forced kissing)

PSA: I don't support neither am i trying to glorify/Normalize the words mentioned above. SA should be taken serious and it is not meant to be joked around.

Part 1:

You were walking around, searching for any "victims" to kill whilst trying not to freak out by the amount of corpses were in the alley. Damm, you knew Ronin liked going on killing sprees, but this much? If you counted every corpse you have walked past, it would be already above the 20. It didn't feel right, seeing all those unfortunate souls all on the ground, but you also couldn't help continue searching because before you know you are one going to become one of them if they find out.

*Ding!*

A notification?

Dear Reader,

I heard that you were writing a book, which is pretty interesting so my congratulations for that one.

moving on, one of our best reporters, Greg, has unfortunately resigned.

So my question to you is if you are able to make five new articles before the clock hits midnight. I expect at least two articles, but my apologies if this has come to you late, but if you are able to do it, i will try my best to reduce the amount of work you already have.

I wish you the best of luck on this.

Kind regards

Your boss.

You have to be serious. Five whole articles?

Not only did you have to make five new articles, you have to find a way to pretend that you killed a person. Not only that, it was 19:21.

19:21...

Fuck.

You have 4 hours and 30 minutes before midnight. You have to find a solution, and quick. Fuck, maybe you do want to kill someone, and with someone you mean your boss or either Greg.

Greg...

Always him, the 'best' reporter in the company. Total bullshit, he was average, a total pervert even. But the fact he resigned and that you had to chase after his bullshit!?

You felt anger raising up, adrenaline rushing through your veins, the amount of stress and anger that was mixed in your body was insufferable, that if you went to a therapist, they would either send you to a mental hospital or diagnose you with whatever mental disorder is popular.

*Ding!*

Another notification..?

@BestGregg: Hey Reader! Sorry for resigning so early and sudden but i got offered a wayy better job, and i couldn't pass up on that offer. Btw make sure to finish those assignments lol and because i'm resigning, how 'bout we meet up? I mean ur kinda chill and its gonna be fun. So what do you think?

Seriously? A meet up? Who does he think he is? My dad???

@SerialMC: Uhh..

sure i guess. Can we meet up here? *Insert Purgatory location*, i'll wait for u there, I'm here with some friends but i'm sure they don't mind.

@BestGregg: Sweet, i'll be there in 10 minutes, be prepared to have the best night of ur life ;)

Not only is he a total loser, he's a total pervert too. You continued walking, your mind just being full of total bullshit right now. First, your serial killer friends want you to kill somebody, second your stupid boss wants you to write 5 articles, and third your perverted ex-coworker wants to hangout and is going to try to hit on you.

Life's been going shit these weeks, you got hit with an inspiration block which means no more idea's for your next book. You've been trying to find out on how to tell the server that you're not actually a serial killer (What will probably never happen) and now this.

You gripped the knife that you previously found tighter, resisting the urge to even throw it. You can't kill anyone, you don't want to kill anyone, but in your state, it seemed like the only solution left.

"EYY READER, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"I have a feeling they left"

"No way, they wouldn't leave us, their friends behind, i know them."

"Hah, So they're not as tough as they seem huh?"

"Hey! Don't say that, people like us just have our own struggles. Just let us be you edgeboy"

Fuck fuck fuck.

They were searching for you, and you haven't done anything at all, and looking at the time, that stupid greg should be somewhere here now.

How the fuck did you end up in this position!? Seriously, this would've been some fun hanging out day, but it always ends up in trouble. You just wished you could bury yourself somewhere.

"Yooo Reader it's me Greg!"

How he greeted himself scared the shit out of you, you hid the knife somewhere in your jacket, so he wouldn't notice. It was pretty dark out here, but from the looks of it and how he talked seemed like he had a bit to drink.

"Oh hey.. Greg."

"Whats up with the sad face reader? Are you not happy to see me?"

"No it's just. Work and stuff.. Gotta write 5 articles.. Ha ha.."

"Awh damn, sorry reader. Didn't know i was that important to the company, i mean, being the best reporter in the department? Hell yeah!"

He continued talking about how cool, and important he was that you didn't notice that you were basically backing up into a corner because of how much he talked.

"Ohh yeah, I think you need to confess something, reader."

"Confess.. What?"

He got closer to you, basically trapping you in that corner that you went to yourself. You said you wanted to bury yourself somewhere? Guess that place is here. He leaned into your face, you could feel his intoxicated breath, it reeked of alcohol and whatever cocktails he was drinking, but he didn't seem to go away.

"Don't act stupid, i know how you've been looking at me, you like me, don't you?"

Like. Him?

You hated that man. First, he got with all your female coworkers, he's the so-called "best reporter", he acts like a total asshole, pervert, and his looks are like the devil himself tried making the ugliest person that has ever existed. Not only that, but he has so much controversy, but of course, your boss ignores it because he was a good worker.

"I don't understand? I don't like you?

"Don't be shy, i know what you want"

Before you knew it, he slammed his lips into yours, forcefully kissing you as he held you by the waist. You yelped in disgust, tears starting to form in your eyes. You hated it, you couldn't move, you felt helpless. After he was done kissing you, he looked at you with a grin and you looked terrified.

"Look, you enjoyed that didn't ya? C'monn, i know ya want more"

"And don't worry, i won't go rough on you"

Oh.

Is this your end?

No.

It is not.

You can change

Maybe they will say you became corrupted.

But was it really, if it originated from fear?

You slowly gripped the knife you hid in your jacket, and held it tight in your hand.

"You know what i want..."

You put your free hand on his chest, he leaned in, looking like he wanted to kiss you, but before you could do that, you plunged that knife right into his chest.

He screamed, but you continued. You kept stabbing him near his heart, he tried pushing you off of himself, but you were too determined to finish him. After everything he did, all you wanted to do is never see him again.

Countless screams were forming in his throat, it sounded so god awfull, but that is why it was perfect. That's what stupid, perverted good for nothing deserve. A deep plunge in the heart. At this point, you were sure the rest could've heard the screams and were probably heading your way, but you didn't care about that. For now.

You pushed his body to the ground, before gripping two hands on the handle of the knife, and plunged even harder into his chest. You dragged the knife from his chest to his intestines, before stabbing him again for countless times. You felt anger and stress slowly leave, the crimson staining you. You felt.. Weird. You did feel guilty, yes but after all he did. He deserved it. You ripped out the knife, before hearing some voices behind you.

"Oh my, So Darlin' did end up killin someone huh? And even stabbing the intestines? How gruesome, i like that"

You turned around, hearing the voices of your friends

"Oh shit... Who that guy was, he was definitely hated by them.. Look at the stab marks holy shit, reader went batshit and im here for it"

"Oh.. My, reader, how are you feeling? I don't think that guy was some ordinary guy guys.."

"... The sight is gruesome"

You laughed, you kept laughing before finally stabbing the knife into his skull. He was finally gone.

".. That guy was my ex coworker. He kept stressing me out, making flirty moves, and.. Ended up forcefully kissing me."

Angel looked at you with a mix of reassurance and a look of "I've been there", and she slowly approached you along with Misaki. Meanwhile Misaki was a bit in denial, not because of the fact that you killed him, but because what he did to you. V was crossing his arms and shaking his head, while Ronin was heading towards the guy.

".. What you did there, reader.. I, oddly relate to it. Weird creepy perverted men hitting on you while you weren't doing anything? Killing him was a good choice, reader."

Angel was quite literally an angel. She is nice, she is understanding and she can relate to anyone. You're great full you have her as a friend.

Misaki was giving you constant back pats, trying to comfort you from that guy. You noticed that she was trying to lighten the mood.

"Hey so.. That guy was a total creep, and what you did was totally valid- I mean as a pervert, what did he expect?"

You forced a laugh out of that one, it was funny but for the sake of Misaki, you cracked a laugh so that she wouldn't suspect anything. But you know she meant good, if it was up to her, she would've killed the guy in a second.

V was looking at you and the guy, sighing before muttering out a sentence.

"You finished him, not for fun or for entertainment.. But for your safety and because of fear. Not bad at all."

His words shock you, because you didn't expect him to say that at all. You didn't really speak to him, and when you did, he was always on some "I will find out who you are" shit. Guess V is able to feel some sympathy after all.

You didn't even notice the fact that Ronin was ripping apart that guy's chest to grab his heart, you were starting to hear some weird- crack and bone breaking noises, that you couldn't help but look backwards at the body to find Ronin trying to obtain the guys heart.

Eventually, Ronin had the heart in his hand, and looked at you with a smile

"Darlin', Would ya mind giving me his aorta? And it's that ugly guy's heart, which makes it 10x better. C'monn, do it for the poor little devil."

He looked at you, with that stupid little smile from the first time you kissed, the moment you began rotting and corrupting. You laughed, and took the heart. Since Ronin started talking about the Aorta that much, you decided to google search a bit just to know where it was for a moment like this (which you never actually expected to happen)

You carefully ripped some of the other pieces of the heart, accidentally deattaching the superior vena cava and some artery, but eventually you managed to remove the aorta, and handed it to Ronin.

"To my dearest devil, the one who corrupted me."

Angel looked at Ronin with a look of "What the actual fuck ronin." and he just laughed. You smiled and He gave you a hair ruffle and put the aorta in some weird place in his bag. Gross, but hey, he can do whatever he wants.

You looked at your clothes, It was basically stained red now, but your face, hands and pants were a total mess. You sighed, before thinking of a way on how to get home without getting the police after you.

" You look like a complete fuckin mess. Not that i'm complaining, but you probably are. How 'bout i give you a ride to my house, and stay there?"

You wanted to agree, you didn't mind the idea, but you wondered about the others, what about them? It would be quite rude to leave them here.

Before you could say anything, Misaki overheard the convo and made an idea.

"YOO IS THAT A SLEEPOVER I HEAR!?"

".. I'm not really fond of sleepovers."

"Maybe we could? I mean it is the best way to end the hangout"

". Fuck no, i don't have enough space for five people. And besides, i don't think anyone can survive the devils little hideout"

"Stop being edgy for once ronin, your living room is big enough"

".. Wow, guess i have no choice do i?"

"A sleepover it is, then."

You decided to take a photo of the body, and you were planning on sending it in the server. To have some more 'evidence' that you killed someone. Would your old self be proud of you? Absolutely not, but people change. You changed by being rotten and corrupted, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

weird..

You have this odd feeling that doesn't go away

It feels like a craving.

More killing, it screams your name.

You feel like killing more people.

Their agony, your pleasure.

Time to show them what you have become.

#killer chat #ronin killer chat #ronin beaufort #angel killer chat #misaki killer chat #v killer chat #killer chat misaki #killer chat ronin #killer chat angel #killer chat vn #visual novel #fiction #fanfic #part 2

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ms-demeanor · 1 year ago

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hello! sorry to bother w this but im sort of desperate at this point. given your post about school abuse: so like. i had a similar experience and i thought that i had sorted my brain out. BUT. big but. now im trans and every time i have to correct people w/ misgender or come out to people that i dont already know their opinion on the issue, i get an anxiety attack that makes me unable to do it. ive told many therapists and no one so far has understood why im terrified of making stuff that other people can perceive as me being difficult to work with. would you have *any* advice? thanks!

Okay so first of all it is totally valid to feel that way; that isn't an irrational response, that is your body and brain going "!!!! I have learned this lesson before!" But just because it's a sensible response doesn't mean it's functional in the long term, which is why it needs to be addressed (which I'm sure you already know, I'm just explaining for people in the back).

So now here is some meandering advice:

Spend time with people you already know you can trust. It's okay to take a break from new people and situations (as much as is possible) when you are processing traumatic events and learning to care for yourself. Spending time with people who you don't have to come out to, who don't misgender you, can help you normalize being out and correctly gendered to yourself.

Recognize that you don't have to be out to everyone and some assholes aren't worth it. This is going to depend some on the context, but you don't owe everybody an explanation for yourself and if people repeatedly misgender you after being corrected you may just be better off not spending time around those people.

Loop in trusted people in low-stakes ways. If you get the sense that someone who you think is pretty safe has misgendered you on accident, it might still feel too intimidating to correct them in person but it might be a good idea to follow up with text or a call or a message to say "hey, just FYI, I think I heard you use a/b pronouns for me earlier, I just wanted to let you know that I use c/d pronouns. Did you want to meet up again next week?" the breakdown on why I think this is effective is - Distance means you're safe - nonthreatening "FYI" means you aren't saying "I'm offended" and assumes good faith from the other person - feels less accusatory (not that you need to tone police yourself, but if you're trying to lower the stress level overall then assuming it was a mistake and letting them know you don't think it was on purpose should reduce the overall tension) - request to meet up again or topic switch to something lighter once again says "I'm not mad, that was just regular information, we can now return to our scheduled programming"

I think that, generally speaking, this is also a decent way to come out to people if you're nervous; physically remote and emotionally casual can be a good place to work from (even if you're actually panicking in your head but you can pull off casual in a written message)

Find (or create) a space where people are 100% going to support you. If you need to create a discord server, if you need to schedule a regular coffee date with trusted friends or family members, whatever it is, give yourself a space where you are unconditionally supported and can have people to bounce ideas and concerns off of. Even if it's just you and one other person, it's good to know you have *someone* who you can say "I think I want to tell this other person to use my pronouns but it's scary" to and know that you're not at risk in any way. I'd say try to make sure that you're still interacting with people outside of that space, but have a space to retreat to where you can just drop the worry.

Recognize that somebody else's problem is not a reflection of you. If you have, for instance, a coworker who is being a piece of shit and refusing to recognize your gender, that is not a reflection of your gender that is a reflection of them being a piece of shit. If there is a classmate or a sibling who uses the wrong pronouns after being corrected that doesn't mean you're not entitled to your pronouns that means they are being a piece of shit. Some people are just not going to accept you and that's on them. Try to minimize your time spent with them and if you have to spend time with them at work take steps to ensure your safety, but don't fight losing battles with assholes.

It really is legitimately scary. You have good reasons to be scared and you are doing a very frightening thing (and not to do the meme thing but you are legitimately being so brave about it; the fact that you are reaching out and asking anyone for help, including randos on the internet, means that you are taking steps to doing the scary thing and that is SO GOOD and I'm really proud of you for making the effort in spite of the fear).

Here is some less meandering advice:

Practice. Talk to yourself in the mirror, practice with friends, practice with your therapist. Practice coming out to yourself in a casual way. Practice correcting your pronouns. Practice an introduction for yourself that explains the information you want to give to new people you might meet. Get it down to a quick little patter, get it to be something that's easy to say to yourself in the mirror first, then try it with friends for practice, then try it around the safer people you might want to give the information to. It'll get easier as you go.

Look for a local support group (or an online support group). If there's a local LGBTQ+ center you should see if they've got events going on or a support group you can join or workshops or any manner of social thing where you can go interact with people who have been through similar stuff.

Journal. Each time you find yourself frightened of talking to someone about your gender, do what you need to to get through the day and then sit down and think about that interaction. Write down what happened, write down what you were thinking. Was there something in particular that made you anxious? Is it something you can practice addressing? Was there something you noticed about the person that made you uncomfortable? Is that a common thread in the times you have trouble talking about this? If you're able to narrow down specifically what is making it hard to speak to some people that might make it easier to explain to therapists but will also make it more actionable for you.

Here's some very optimistic advice:

If at all possible find a friend who will be rabid and unflinching in their support for you and hang out with them around new people. Get yourself an attack dog copilot who will cheerfully step up and make corrections for you. I know not everyone can do this and I know that if you can find someone like this they can't be around all the time, but it can be wonderfully reassuring to find that one person who you know is going to be ride or die about making sure that everyone in the room respects you. (Being that person for someone else can also teach you how to be that person for you)

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suzukiblu · 5 months ago

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Thank-you sentences for u-h-h-g-h behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

. . . wait, actually, is he gonna have to start reading biographies and historical stuff? He’s a dad now. The other dads are gonna expect him to know stuff about the Civil War and World War II and, like, lawnmowers and how to grill, aren’t they. His dad didn’t even grill, Mom did! Dad always got distracted by his book or something and let the hot dogs burn!

Billy is not optimistic about his capacity to mow a lawn, though at least they’re in an apartment. Like–probably somebody handles that, right? That’s gotta be a thing, doesn’t it?

. . . he should check with Batman about that, maybe.

. . . . . . and also figure out what the wisdom of Solomon knows about how grilling works.

Or, uh–work on the focus thing, maybe. Definitely the focus thing. It’s just–it all feels like so much, and Billy doesn’t wanna mess up and wreck Lynn’s whole entire life and make him miserable forever or ever make him feel like any of those foster “families” and social workers ever made him and just about all the other kids he knew in the system feel or–

Billy wonders if he could maybe find a god to talk to about asking to borrow, like, the forethought of Apollo or the precision of Arachne or the strategy of Ariadne or something sometime (though definitely not the concentration of Atalanta, because one golden apple and he’d be right back where he started). Like if he could maybe swap it out with the stamina of Atlas or the courage of Achilles when he needs to, that’s all. Just when it’s, like, situationally useful or whatever.

. . . he’s really not doing a good job with this focus thing at all, yeah. Which he’s pretty sure he’s thought a few times now already, too, just–

He’s just really nervous, still. He’s really glad Lynn doesn’t hate him or think he’s lame, but he could still totally do something that’d make Lynn hate him or think he’s lame and–

Focus.

“Want me to serve?” Billy offers, pointing at the plates. “I mean I know I don’t know how much you need to eat yet, but neither do you, and I’ve seen a lot more people eat than you have, sooo . . .”

“. . . you’ve seen Superman eat?” Lynn asks, looking–uncomfortable, briefly, and looking down at the plates in his hands. Billy’s gonna have to start finding stuff for him to look at instead of people, he’s pretty sure. Like, little puzzles Lynn can be messing around with or little crafts he can be doing or something, so people just figure that’s why he’s not making eye contact with them and not, like, him being antisocial or something.

“Oh, yeah, tons of times,” Billy says, since that’s a valid question and all, considering actually the way big majority of the people he’s seen eat were human and Lynn is actually not, so actually that might not be helpful anyway. Superman’s diet would be way more useful to know about. But the problem there is–“But like, I don’t ever really know if he really needs to be eating or if he’s just doing it to be polite? ‘Cuz I do that sometimes, definitely. But also sometimes it’s just ‘cuz something looks good? So yeah, I dunno. I’ll have to ask him when I get a chance, maybe I can catch him after the next League meeting. Or I guess I could email him, I guess that’s a thing . . .”

He doesn’t really use his League email or messaging accounts or anything like that, like, basically ever, but Batman did give them the phones and all, so he’s not gonna have to go to the library to do it anymore, sooooo . . .

Lynn doesn’t say anything; just keeps his eyes down and on the plates he’s still holding. Billy tries not to frown. Lynn doesn’t talk much or make eye contact all that much, so far, so it’s not like it’s new. Just–he doesn’t know, really. He’s still got this weird feeling like something’s wrong, all of a sudden.

#billy batson #conner kent #captain marvel #shazam #superboy #young justice #young justice animated #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!#u-h-h-g-h

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minyard-05 · 5 months ago

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drunken/drugged confessions, kevaaron 👀

this got out of hand oopsies

(written largely whilst watching the battle of helms deep in lord of the rings, if that means anything)

prompt game

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"Have you tried talking to anybody who isn't us about this?" Renee asked gently.

Kevin sighed.

"Matt and Aaron are friends, Neil and Aaron just pretend they're not friends, Nicky is Nicky and also in Germany, and Andrew would murder me on the spot."

"What about Dan?"

Kevin looked over to the blonde that was perched on the kitchen counter.

"Allison already tells Dan everything I tell you two."

Allison nodded without looking up from her phone. Renee sighed, endearingly, and reached over to squeeze Allison's hand.

"Got any advice?"

Allison looked up.

"Honestly, Kev? If you're seriously trying to get over this Aaron thing, which I am generously only teasing you about internally right now, then just let me take you to a gay bar and you'll forget his name in five minutes."

Kevin was skeptical. It definitely wasn't the first time Allison had pitched this idea, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Honestly, Alli?" Kevin replied, mimicking her tone as Allison raised an eyebrow.

"I will be dead before I let you take me to a gay bar."

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They were in a gay bar and Kevin Day was very much still alive.

"C'mon, you're going to have fun. Let go a little!" Allison had to shout to be heard over the music, and Kevin settled for flipping her off so she couldn't pretend to mishear.

"Look, we'll stay for twenty minutes, and if you still hate it, movie night, okay?"

Allison squeezed his shoulder with her hand as she said it– Kevin knew that meant she was honest. If he pushed any further, if he seriously wanted to leave, she'd let him, no questions asked. Allison knew how to push, but she also knew when to let it slide. Kevin rolled his eyes, but said,

"Fine."

Allison clapped, and disappeared into the crowd not long after. Kevin aimed for the wall and managed to maneuver his way through the crowd before he found a spot to watch the dance floor.

It wasn't that bad, he thought after a while. More people in a confined space than he was usually comfortable with, but most of them pretty much stayed out of his way, and the various costumes and complicated outfits clubgoers had put together for their night out was entertainment enough. He felt moderately underdressed in a green shirt and jeans, but he was hardly the center of attention.

Somebody was, though. Even from this distance, it didn't look like he was trying to be, but part of the crowd just swarmed around him, twisting and moving in and amongst each other like the tide. A flash of blond hair in the middle of the crush caught Kevin's eye as he watched.

Aaron looked nothing like he did at Eden's back in college, though Kevin supposed he hadn't really been paying attention back then. Here, now, a year since he'd graduated, it was like he was a completely different person. Aaron's hair was longer, and he wore black jeans with silver chains hanging at his hips, a loose black shirt with a tight fishnet under layer, and a smile on his face that looked like nothing Kevin had ever seen before.

He watched Aaron move for so long he didn't notice when the blond finally appeared at his side, warm, close, unfairly gorgeous.

"No fucking way you're actually here, Your Highness," came the familiar voice, Aaron's voice, slurred from alcohol and barely audible over the pulsing rhythm booming through invisible speakers. Kevin stared at him.

"You're drunk," Kevin said, but that was obvious. Aaron grinned and downed the last of whatever was in his glass.

"You're gay," he replied, pointing an accusing finger into Kevin's face.

Kevin blinked, but pushed his hand away.

"Bi, but sure. So are you, apparently."

Aaron just grinned again.

"Nah," he said, nonchalantly.

"I just come for the..." he paused, taking a long second to look Kevin up and down before finally coming back to meet his eyes.

"Music," he finished.

Kevin felt something disturbingly familiar in his gut and did his best to ignore it.

"You here alone?" Aaron asked, swiping Kevin's drink from his hand and taking a sip, pushing it back with a grimace soon after.

"There's no alcohol in it," Kevin explained.

"And Allison is somewhere, I think."

Aaron raised an eyebrow at him.

"Reynolds?"

Kevin nodded.

"Huh. I didn't know you two still talked."

"You wouldn't," Kevin replied, too fast, and Aaron's expression suddenly turned dark.

"Fuck it," Aaron said, louder, and started to pull away.

"I'm getting another drink."

Kevin suddenly had a hand around Aaron's arm before he fully realised it.

"No," he said.

"Let go of me, Day," Aaron said fiercely.

"It's late, and you're already wasted. We should go."

"Who the fuck is 'we'?"

"Aaron," Kevin insisted, but he loosened his grip. Aaron tried to pull back again, but stumbled, shaking his head like he could make the world clearer by force. Kevin had to grab onto him again to stop him collapsing entirely, and he started to move them around the wall and headed for the door. Aaron pushed at him, but his strains grew weaker. Kevin held on as loosely as he could without dropping him, and finally they stumbled out into the night.

The street was quieter than he'd expected, but one glance at his watch said it was already past midnight. He briefly wondered what had happened to Allison, but all other thoughts suddenly vanished when he looked back at Aaron.

"Why the fuck are you even here?" he spat, sudden anger in his words as he finally forced himself away from Kevin, turning to face him.

A million answers suddenly spun around Kevin's head.

Wondering if Alli will let me drink again.

Trying to distract myself.

Trying to exist as something different for once.

Trying to forget about you.

"Did Andrew fucking send you? To come looking for me?"

Now it was Kevin's turn to stare in confusion.

"What?"

Aaron suddenly laughed, but it was bitter, cold.

"That's it. That's fucking it, isn't it? You can't just leave me alone, can you? Can't let me live my own fucking life for once, on my own!"

"That's not–"

"Why do you think I fucking left?"

Silence. Kevin watched Aaron, tentatively waiting for him to continue, but Aaron folded his arms, shivering in the December night.

"You were trying to forget about the Foxes," Kevin said, slowly, because it was all he really knew.

"I was trying to forget about you," was the response, sharp, angry, full of venom.

Kevin's head spun as he processed the words. He knew he hadn't been drinking, but he suddenly wished he was because this wasn't real. This wasn't right. Aaron had never been like that. Aaron had never wanted him. Aaron was straight, or Kevin guessed that wasn't true either, but whatever he was, this wasn't it. This wasn't how this happened.

Aaron stepped back, like he'd only just realised what he'd said, but he was still drunk, so Kevin instinctively reached out to steady him, but Aaron moved further away.

"Shut up," he said, even though Kevin hadn't spoken.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Fuck off."

Aaron turned to leave, and Kevin followed. He had to.

"Why were you trying to forget me? What did I do?"

Aaron suddenly spun back around.

"You– you don't fucking know? You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

Aaron opened his mouth like he was about to speak but no words came. He stared up at Kevin, not angry anymore, but hurt.

"Aaron-"

Aaron's hand was suddenly over Kevin's mouth (IGNORE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE), and he was shaking his head, voice lower now, almost gentle.

"Don't. Don't say it. I can't hear it from you."

They stayed there for a moment, Aaron's cool skin pressed against Kevin's, heartbeat pulsing steady against his lips, before Aaron stepped back.

"Goodbye, Kev."

Kevin watched him walk away.

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#orpheus writes #prompt game #kevaaron #renison #aftg #kevin day #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #renee walker #all for the game

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