#it was creepy but I kept thinking ‘I could not be afraid of this guy he is too hot’ 😭

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Finally saw Old Man (2022), dir. Lucky McKee yesterday—one of my favorites of Stephen’s recent performances! It’s a lot like a two-person stage play, which really showcases his talent and emotion. He does an amazing job shifting from one extreme to another, seamlessly.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

So. You ever heard the song Final Girl by Graveyardguy? It's basically a dude talking about getting off on stalking and terrorizing this girl who he thinks is all innocent and sweet only for the song to reveal that the girl is just as messed up as the guy, if not even more. So, with that song in mind, could you perhaps write a fic about yandere Pete with a fem reader who actually enjoys the disturbing displays of "affection" and loves playing the innocent victim for him despite being just as twisted as he is. The type of dynamic where he'd send her those gorey and disturbing love letters, and she'd frame them and swoon over every bloody Polaroid photo he'd send. Every animal bone in her mailbox is cleaned and displayed on her dresser. Every threat of violence seems like a declaration of love to her. Maybe she'd even do things on purpose to drive him crazier. Leaving her clothes drying on the clothesline for just a little longer than needed so that he has ample time to steal them. Pretending not to notice when he stares at her so he can fantasize for even longer. Yeah.

God I love your work so much I really hope this isn't too deranged of a request. Okay thank youuuu!!

signed,

- Pete's final girl <3

Do You Wanna Be The Final Girl?

Summary: Yandere! Pete x Willing! Reader

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, stalking, animal bones, preserved body parts, implied erection, Pete being a pervert

A/N: A lot of you want to die, and that’s kind of real <3

Reblogs are appreciated!

* You first notice him looking at you in class. Doodling in your notebook, you looked up and saw him

* Red baseball cap, blue jacket, skull shirt. His eyes looked straight into your soul. You swore he was drooling a little while doing so

* Admittedly…he was kind of cute. You don’t know, something about the way he stay fixated on you while doing the most mundane tasks was something

* Then came him staring you while you were at your locker. His friends were talking about nerdy shit, and he was still focusing on you. It was like you froze him in place

* Okay…he had a staring problem, but so what? Maybe there’s something behind you that he’s invested in (you know you’re lying to yourself, but whatever keeps your mind busy

* The final straw was a package sent to you. Opening revealed the complete skeletal form of a bird.

* Strangely, you didn’t freak out. Sure, most people would be calling 911 right now and report the creepy horror kid’s sending them bones of animals

* You, on the other hand, were flattered. Finally, a guy that wasn’t afraid of expressing his emotions and actually had the balls to open his heart like that!

* You displayed the bones proudly, and wrote in your journal about him

* Could you consider it a cat and mouse game? Maybe

* He dropped his schedule one day, and you took note on what his breaks were.

* Pete started to see you more often. It was like when he was there, you were there as well. Pretending to be busy (you were just looking at your locker) and felt your heart go out of your chest when you felt those same eyes on you

* It was so exhilarating, honestly. You had a secret admirer, and sure, it may be stalkerish, but who cares?! He was a catch

* Sadly, looking in his direction met him hiding from you.

* Every time he sent you weirder stuff (like a preserved mouse heart or a pig’s kidneys), it was proudly displayed on your desk. Some nights, you look at them and admire them. He was such a sweetheart, honestly! He even started to memorize your favorite animals

* And those “love letters” kept you going for the entire week when you were feeling down

* You finally got to talk to him when the teacher partnered you two up.

* Admittedly, it was weird. For someone so brave, he was weirdly silent with you

* Looking away at you, becoming red face while you talk, and mainly focusing on the blank piece of paper

* You said your goodbyes, and “left” your hoodie.

* Pete was shaking at this opportunity. You always had that hoodie on, and just leaving it here?! It was like the gods answered his prayers

* He looked left and right…he picked it up…

* And he smelt. Every sweat, lotion, body mist, food you had for lunch today. EVERYTHING was on your hoodie.

* He may or may not have a tent forming in his pants

* You? Watching him in the corner. God, it was so exciting seeing him act like a creep. His true nature. It was like watching all of your dreams come true

* “Fuck tease” he growled. He stuffed your jacket into his bag and ran out of that library

* Even his thick accent was so fucking hot!

* God, you can get used to this

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secret - paul x reader

AN: many people asked for a part two to the first part. hope you all enjoy :)

first part

Paul took up all of your mind. You walked the branches as the owls hooted from a distance.

He didn’t come. You felt deep disappointment.

Walking slowly back to the Cullen household, you gasp a bit at him sitting on the steps. He wore a shirt and shorts this time. You look down. He had on shoes.

You float to him as he stood up.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You say in a small voice.

He continued to stare at you.

“Can I..Hug you?” You asked barely above a whisper.

He opened his arms.

You step into his embrace and relish in his touch. He felt like a campfire on a cold night. He smelled like the rain.

“You sniffing me?” You hear him ask.

You smile a bit, “Yes.”

He pulls back but doesn’t take his arms off from around you.

“What do I smell like to you?”

“Like the rain..It’s my favorite smell.” You admit.

He hummed a response.

“Come inside.” You say to him and take his hand.

He walks in, comfortably. You bit back a smile as he went into the kitchen.

He closed the fridge with a smack.

“We don’t have human food, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, I see that.” he frowned.

“Are you hungry? I can take you out.”

“You trying to take me on a date, already?”

You bubble out a laugh that he thought was cute.

“Yeah. It’s to thank you for sparing me.” You say. He brings out a handsome smile that made you stare in awe.

You guide him to the garage as you walk towards the vehicle that was yours. He whistled as he checked it out.

“Do you want to drive?” You ask. You smile at the light in his eyes as he nodded.

He drove with great ease.

“Do you think I could visit where you live?”

“No.” He says. You wait for him to say why, but he doesn’t. You don't ask.

It was a diner in Port Angeles. You found out that he ate a lot.

“If you weren’t so pretty, I would’ve found it creepy how you’re watching me eat.”

You look down with a chuckle.

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask softly with a hand resting on your cheek.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ve heard it time and time again.”

“Yeah but….It’s different that it’s coming from a guy like you…”

He swallowed his bite.

“What’s a guy like me?”

“You’re very cute…I think about you a lot…I wish I could dream so that I could visit you.”

The smile he gave you on his face made you feel excited.

He hands you your keys back as you two were in the parking lot.

“I can drive you home. It’s not a problem.”

“Your kind isn’t allowed where I live.” he tells you. You felt a deep pit of disappointment once again.

He turns and you say a desperate, “Wait!“

He faces you, waiting for you to speak.

“When can I see you again?” You ask sadly. The thought of him not seeing you again felt like a knife.

He stepped forward as he plants a quick kiss on the side of your lips. He stared at you as he pulled back. He expected it to feel cool but he didn’t expect it to feel so nice. His tongue licked the bottom of his lip and he was able to taste the residue of you. He found his favourite taste. It was his guilty pleasure.

You look up at him with eagerness as you step closer to him.

You didn’t smell like the other cold ones that he had came across time and time again. You didn’t smell like strong stinky bleach that burned his nostrils. You didn’t make him recoil.

You smelled sweet but not sickly sweet.

You smelled like the times he would enter the candy store as a kid. He wished that he could bottle your smell.

You brushed your lips against his and you both took in the contrast. His hot lips warmed up the cool body temperate that you possessed.

You opened your eyes and he was gone. You clutch your keys as you slowly started the engine.

Lounging on your couch in your room, you kept replaying the kiss with Paul over and over again.

You didn't see him the next day. You felt deeply sad. You felt like a part of you was missing. You often touched your lips to see if he would appear. You whispered his name to see if he would magically appear.

You ran the woods and you hunted. The meaty animal that you sucked dry didn't bring you enjoyment. You found yourself coming to a realisation.

You missed Paul.

You camped out at your window to see if he would come when the night came.

He didn't.

It's been a full week since the kiss. Since you last saw him.

Daylight broke through and you hear the front door close. You sniffed the air and you zipped down the stairs.

"What are you doing here?" you ask with your arms crossed.

"Came to see if you were still alive...It smells funny in here."

"You smell funny." you shot back.

Edward only chuckled.

"I thought it was too dangerous for you to be here?" you ask.

"Bella doesn't know that I'm here and Im keeping it that way. I came to ease Alice's worries of your spotty future and now I'm leaving."

"Thank the lord." you say as you dramatically display prayer hands to the sky.

Edward smothered his entire hand on your face and you swat it away with a frown as he chortled. He was gone.

You were alone.

The night had fell.

In the middle of rereading a book, a knock sounded out. You close the book and rise to your feet.

You open the door.

Paul.

He had shorts and shoes on, but no shirt.

He lifted your chin up to meet his eyes.

"Up here."

You chuckle nervously.

"Am I allowed to come in?"

"Depends." you say as you crossed your arms.

"I didn't see you because I had my own stuff going on."

"Hm." you say.

He shifted on his feet, not letting up his stare at you.

"You're lucky you are cute." you grumble and move to the side to let him in. He smiled but it quickly retracted. He brought a hand to his nose before shaking his head.

"Ugh."

"What?"

"It fucking stinks." he says.

You look down.

He planted a soft smooch on your cheek. It made you smile warmly.

"Not you...Someone else has been here."

"Yeah. My brother, Edward."

“He fucking stinks.” He tells you. You bust out a laugh.

You take his hand and caress the back of his hand.

“I missed you.” you murmur to him.

His eyes softened.

“You did?”

You nod.

He cradled the side of your face with his hand. He leaned in and you reach his lips as you both fell into synchronicity.

You couldn’t help but bring him to you as you both held each other. He was strong. Feelings that you thought were impossible to feel, were bubbled out as you sigh out in contentment.

You felt dazed when you both separated so that he could breathe.

“Did you get a bed for me, yet?” He asked as his lip trailed to your neck.

“No.” You stutter, “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“You’ll see me again.”

“Okay. I’ll get one for you for when you come over.”

He stared at you and the look made you stop breathing. You didn't have to, but he was so pleasant to look at.

"Does this tv work?" he asked as he flopped on the couch. The television was huge in his eyes and he grabbed the remote.

"It will if you turn it on." you tease and sit next to him.

"Very funny." he says snd you smile a bit as the television clicks on.

He put an arm around you to bring you closer.

"Why are you so stiff?"

"Im just...Nervous I guess." you admit.

"Well, relax." he tells you. You lean into his hold and you almost melt. You felt so warm. He was like your personal heater. The heat wasn't unbearable. It felt like you were on vacation. You hoped that it would be like this forever.

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Maybanks sister

Part 4, chapter 3- Ghosts and curses and shit

summary: You’re invited to goat island! Where there’s two, creepy, insane old guys living in a giant mansion, where you learn about their history and the amulet they want you to find. Is it worth the money at this point? Rafe meets a potential new business partner while your business is currently falling apart.

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You hit the knocker on the door multiple times, glancing around at the large windows and the rather expensive looking furniture. Despite the houses age, it still managed to look expensive and elegant in a sense.

“Hello? Anyone home?!” You shouted, continuing to bang on the door. “I’m gonna take that as a no.” You murmured when no one answered.

“Just a lil FYI, they drug you up before they chop you up, so… don’t eat or drink anything.” JJ spoke to the group, you tilting your head to the side, before nodding slowly.

“Not funny.”

“Yeah, guys, I think I’ve changed my mind about this one.” Sarah spoke, Kiara turning to her.

“Yeah, I- I really don’t wanna be here.”

“I admit the risk-reward is very off.”

“Too damn late, someone’s coming.” You told them, all of them stopping their sentences and waiting anxiously.

As the door creaked open, it showed a figure standing in the dim light. He was a man with deep brunette hair, with his hair slicked back, giving him a polished look. The man exuded an air of unease.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, you giving him a fake one back. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. It’s quite a big house, and I’m afraid all the servants have all gone. All except uh, good old Demp. Just can’t seem to get rid of him. Uh, you must be the… the pogues. The great seekers.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know about that.” John B replied.

“Oh, no, don’t you be modest. I’ve read of your adventures. It’s… quite thrilling.”

Pope and Cleo turned to glance at each other, as well as you and JJ, before you all looked back at the man.

“Uh, come in. Come in. I-I’m the son-in-law.” He chuckled. “Chandler Groff.”

JJ nodded, pursing his lips together in thought.

“Wes was really, really hoping you’d show. He’s been waiting.”

“Well, wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting, would we?” You replied with another tight lipped smile, nodding and motioning for your brother to go ahead of you.

“Yeah… Please. JJ.” He introduced himself, walking past him and into the house, Chandler patting him on the back and looking at him for a little before turning to the rest of the group. You following behind JJ.

You all walked through the halls, “just uh-“

“Just right in the next room.” Chandler spoke, JJ leading the way, slowly looking at everything he passed.

“This place smells like dead bodies.”

“Probably because it does have dead bodies in it.” You whispered.

John B quirked an eyebrow at you, you smirking at him. “Just saying, wouldn’t be shocked.”

You all walked into a room, glancing at the multiple books stacked and the low lighting of it.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll let Wes know you’re here.”

Chandler walked over to the glass doors, opening it to see Wes looking down at the fire place. “Wes, they’ve come.”

“Oh, good, good.” Wes replied, Cleo being the first to walk down the steps and into the office. “Bring them in. Come in. Please, please, warm yourselves by the fire. Good to see you.”

You all walked in now, you observing the place, seeing all the cobwebs and the dust. For some kooks, this place was disgusting. You tapped JJ’s shoulder, pointing to the painting above the fireplace.

“Y’Know what, Jay? That lady kinda looks like you. Like if you were a girl… that’s what you’d look like.” You whispered while motioning to the portrait of the blonde lady,

He looked at it, raising his eyebrows at you. “I don’t see it.”

Everyone else but you and JJ sat down, mostly because there was no more room on the chairs.

“I… I apologize for dragging you all out here. But… I- I don’t think I could speak about this in public. I know I mentioned Blackbeard, but I assure you all, my interest is not for treasure.”

Pope glanced at John b who sat next to him, all of you perking up at the sentence.

“My ancestor, Francis Genrette, was the British officer who caught and killed the notorious pirate.”

“Wait. Your- your direct ancestor?” Pope asked him.

“Mm-hmm. Yes, unfortunately. After he’d beheaded Blackbeard, he killed the pirates wife, Elizabeth.” He pointed to a portrait of her hanging on his wall.

“I feel like it’s a little weird to have a picture of someone your ancestor murdered on your wall.” You whispered quietly to Jj, him stifling a laugh and smiling.

“And since then, for 300 years, generations of Genrettes have been haunted by Elizabeth’s ghost. And have died violent deaths, including my daughter.” He looked over to the painting ontop of the fireplace, you and JJ glancing at each other, your joke from earlier suddenly becoming much more darker than you intended. “Larissa, Chandlers wife.”

“Oh.” You murmured, the man turning to you now. “S-sorry… for your loss.” You awkwardly stammered out, mentally facepalming at your words. JJ raised an eyebrow at it, stifling back a laugh.

He gave you a small smile, his silent way of you telling you it was okay, before continuing on with his story. “My daughter saw Elizabeth a week before she died.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rest of the pogues who sat down. You raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to speak before closing it, letting him continue.

“Now…. I’ve had a visitation. So I know I don’t have much time.”

John B inhaled sharply, before clearing his throat. “Right, uhm… so we’re really sorry that that happened to you, but what do you want from us?”

“Of course, you’re right. Let’s get down to business. Chandler.” He pointed to his son in law, who took over the speaking.

“We believe that we’ve found a way to break the curse on this family. Right before she was murdered, Elizabeth begged Francis to retrieve from her husbands ship a… keepsake that he’d given her. Her most prized possession.” Chandler spoke, walking over to the painting and pointing to the necklace that hung lowly on the woman’s neck. “An amulet.”

You and Jj glanced at each other again, him scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“He denied the request and then murdered her.”

“But-“ Wes Began, “if we find that amulet, fulfilling Elizabeth’s last request, I believe it will break the curse that has haunted my family for over 300 years.”

JJ pursed his lips together, nodding. Kiara was the one to first speak up, “Okay. Um… I’m sorry. Where did you say that the necklace thingy is?”

“Oh.” Chandler chuckled, “Blackbeards last ship. The adventure.”

“Perfect.” Kiara spoke sarcastically.

“According to all records, the amulet was still on it. Right off of goat island.”

You now were the one to interrupt, “I’ll bite.” You murmured, everyone turning to you now. “Uhm, sir, no offense, but honestly, I think that this one is like… way out of our league. There’s no sort of leads-“

“And the coast guard excavated that site years ago.”

“You all solved El dorado, no? I think that this is perfectly in your league.” Wes directed to you, before looking to Pope.” And the excavation team didn’t know what we know. They didn’t have this.”

Wes pulled out a journal, handing it to Pope. “There’s a secret lockbox hidden behind the headboard in the captains chamber. Do you dive?”

“We dive. All… all of us do.” JJ lied, Kiara and you turning to him with quirked eyebrows. “It’s just, we only do it if the price is right.” He cleared his throat.

John B rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing quietly.

“Excellent. We are prepared to offer you a premium for your services. Fifty thousand, plus expenses. Five thousand up front. And we would very much like your immediate answer.”

John B stood up, JJ glancing at him. “Well I think we kind of-“ JJ started, before John B shoved his hand over the blondes mouth, his voice becoming muffled.

“Uh, we just need to think it through. You know, talk about it.” You told them, all of you standing up, beginning to walk to the room next door. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay, uhm- what was that?!” Sarah spoke.

“We have to think.” Cleo replied as John B shut the door.

“This is weird.” Kiara said, you nodding.

“We should just slip out through the back. I feel like I’m in a horror movie right now. He’s talking about ghosts and curses and shit. I didn’t sign up for this!” You told them, pointing and motioning to the back door not too far.

“Are we really going to listen to the guy who should be in a white padded room?” John B asked, looking around at you all. “Visitations? Curses?”

“They are nuts. I mean, all the kooks that met them called ‘em crazy. I see why now.” You replied, shaking your head.

“Okay, obviously he’s batshit, but he’s in there crying about his daughter. Like he needs help!” Sarah empathized, you shrugging and tilting your head to the side with a small pout.

“Kinda feel bad for the old man.” You murmured.

“He needs therapy, not a necklace, Sarah.”

“Obviously this guy is nutty, we don’t even know if anything he’s saying is true.”

“We cannot ignore the fact that there is a ghost and a curse. And- y’all aren’t getting a weird ass vibe?” Kiara asked.

“Okay. Guys.” Cleo started, leaning in her chair. “Let’s just say we take this job- is it even possible.”

“Yes.” JJ interjected.

“I knew what you would say. Everybody else?”

“Look, even if it… is where they say it is, that shipwreck is gonna be far down. Like, depths of hell far!” You exclaimed.

“Probably like 80 to 100 feet. And not to mention, the currents and probably ripping.” Pope added.

“Guys, are we really gonna worry about the details right now?” JJ asked.

“Yes!” Everyone else said.

“That’s 100%!” Pope whisper yelled to him.

“Guys, in our time of need, are we really gonna turn down free money? No! That’s not like us.”

“It’s not free!”

“The worst that can happen is we walk out of here with five G’s in our pocket. End of discussion.”

“That’s not the worst-“

“We can go to jail, get arrested-“

Everyone began to speak over each other, conversations mixing as JJ walked over to the door and the room the two men currently were in, everyone’s chatter stopping as JJ spoke.

“Excuse me, sir, we’ve come to our conclusion, and we’ll do it. We’ll take the job. Now that initial 5k, is that that right there?”

You sighed, “Holy shit, this is gonna backfire on us so hard. I can already feel it.” You whispered to yourself, Sarah groaning and nodding with you.

“Welcome aboard.” Chandler spoke, handing Jj the envelope, before you came over and took it from his hands.

“I think I’ll take that for safekeeping-“ and then Pope took it from yours.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Fair enough. Never trust a Maybank with money, I guess.” You mumbled to yourself, looking up to see Groff giving you an unreadable look when you said your last name, causing you to look back at him with confusion on your face.

Your last name has always caused some feelings in people. People hated your dad, or they were his ride or dies, or they just disliked him.

But on goat island? Where they don’t even know the meaning behind the words kooks and pogues? Now, that’s weird. There’s no way in hell these old fuckers knew your dad, you thought.

He looked away, letting out an almost nervous sounding chuckle when he noticed how you’d seen his reaction. You brushed it off, the man’s insane, it’s whatever, you thought.

“Yeah, my brother!” Topper shouted as Rafe walked over with a smile on his face, picking him up from the floor. “There he is! How are you, baby? Gave it up for the win, I love you!”

One girl side eyed the two annoying boys, turning to her boyfriend with an eye roll.

“Do you remember Sheriff Peterkin? His dad shot her.” She spoke rather loudly to him, him looking down at her.

“I heard that he choked out his ex girlfriend y/n once.” He replied.

“What did you say?” Rafe asked with a chilling smile on his face, Toppers own smile disappearing. “You got something to say?” Rafe began to walk up to the pair.

“Hey listen, if you want-“

“Back off, Rafe.” The man shoved Rafe, who looked offended.

“Listen, listen. If you wanna… if you wanna whisper some bullshit behind my back, why don’t you just say it to my face? I’m standing right here.” He waited for a reply that didn’t come, leaning in closer to them. “You got something to say, say it to my face.” He slapped his face multiple times, “say it to my face!”

“Hey, all right. All right.” Topper grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down,

“No, no, no, I just wanna hear what you said-“

Topper pulled him away, “it’s all good, we’re all friends.”

“All friends.” Rafe repeated.

“Having a little celebration.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I just don’t like when people talk about my dad, or…her.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of vodka, pushing it past his lips.

“No, I get it. I get it. He- he- you know, Rafe, he was a good man.”

“That’s right.” He nodded, “He was a great man!” Rafe screamed, everyone in the building turning to him now. The veins in his forehead bulged and he gripped on the bottle till his knuckles with white and he felt like the glass was gonna shatter underneath him.

He set the bottle down, Topper still having his hands on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen, man-“ Topper started.

“Don’t listen? Kinda hard when they do it right in front of me. I mean, I expect that shit from the cut but not here. Not here, you know-“

“I know, dude-“

“What is this bullshit? Who do you have at your party?” Rafe questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Come on, we’re good! Let’s go, hey, let’s get some air.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Rafe shoved Toppers hand off his shoulder, “I’m just getting a drink somewhere else.”

It was night, him holding yet another beer bottle to his lips, walking up to one of the bars and tilting his head at the man behind the table.

“Just give me one of… whatever.” He murmured.

“Rafe.” He heard a woman’s voice speak from behind him, a chuckle after that. “Hollis Robinson.”

He looked at her, confusion on his face until she explained how she knew him.

“I.. I worked with your father quite a bit.”

He took a moment to recognize the face, before it snapped. “Oh yeah, Hollis.” He said rather dismissively, taking another swig from the bottle. “Mister… Robinson’s wife.”

“Yeah, ex, I’m afraid. I haven’t seen you in a few years, you’ve… you’ve grown up. It’s good to see you.” She held her hand out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really have a choice, so…”

“None of us do, really.” She chuckled as he shook her hand. “I, uh… I admired your father.” She followed Rafe when he went over to a table, standing there with his drink in hand. “I’m so very sorry about what happened.”

He nodded, raising the glass to his lips. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’ve, um, I’ve been watching you, Rafe. All those real estate moves. You built that uh, that condo on Bayline. The renovation of the church plot.”

“It was just, you know, a little thing.” He replied, “but uhm, I made it happen, so…”

“Yeah. People are noticing.” She said with a smile, “The right people.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a card, placing it on the table in front of him. “I’ve got a little development project cooking, and I am looking for a partner who’s not afraid of the deep waters. Who’s gonna leave it all on the field?”

“Partner?” He questioned.

She nodded, glancing behind her for a moment. “Well, you take care, Rafe.”

“You too.” He replied, looking down at the card she had handed him while she walked away.

“So, based on the schematics of the ship,” Pope spoke while he circled a part of the drawing. “It’ll probably be best for you to enter in around here.”

“Right..”

“And Genrette wasn’t kidding about this stash. Look. In the captains log, there’s a secret compartment. Right here, behind the headboard in the captains quarters.”

“Okay, are we really still talking about this?” John b asked while he sat down.

“Yup.” Jj replied, you huffing.

“The ships been down there for 300 years. It’s been salvaged. We literally know that.“ You spoke.

“Come on, not gonna hurt to check.” Cleo replied to you.

“Exactly-“ JJ clicked his fingers at her, going back to the journal. “And also, we know where it is. It’s right in this area.”

“Except we don’t know exactly where it is.” John B told him.

“And, going that far down the ocean? You are asking to get the bends.” You spoke.

JJ shrugged, “We said that last time, we’re still here. And what about the coast guard? I bet they know where it is. Plus, I’ve heard coasties are quite chill, so we could probably just ask them.”

“Do you remember our cousin Jack? He was in the coast guard, and he made me want to shoot myself every time we were near each other.” You told JJ, to which he tilted his head to the side.

“He told on me for quote ‘smoking in the bathroom.’ Which I definitely did do, but he didn’t need to snitch on me!” You exclaimed.

“Hey, wait, Pope, isn’t your uncle in the coast guard? Uncle Roger?” You remembered.

“My uncle Roger? No, no, no. That’s not gonna work. My uncle Roger is the most strait laced, by the books person in the history of the world.”

“More straight laced than you?” Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.

“First of all, I didn’t graduate high school. I had to get a GED. That’s… that’s pretty loosey-goosey.”

“Hm. Now that I think about it, I have an ex who’s in the coast guard now…” you murmured to yourself, JJ quirking an eyebrow.

“You mean Micheal? The guy you dated when you were 15? That’s not gonna work.” John B snorted.

JJ whistled.

“Wait, JJ, isn’t your, uh, your friend in the coast guard? Boogie.”

JJ smirked, turning to you and John B.

You laughed loudly, “Oh, man, I forgot about him.” John B also laughed.

“Boogs? He’s in the reserves, bro.”

“Yeah, but he’d probably know.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. He’s a marina rat. Living paycheck to paycheck. So, if we’re gonna get any intel out of him, he’s gonna need to be bribed. Which, look, I’m totally fine with doing. It’s just-“

“No.” John B and Sarah said at the same time.

“All right. There’s your answer right there. So, in my mind, I’m like the best case scenario, is if I had an uncle who knew were the wreck was, would maybe tell us for free… oh that’s right, you do.”

“What about your cousin?” Pope asked, you snickering.

“Oh, he got arrested for possession. Heroin, cocaine, meth, the whole nine yards… Yeah, he’s definitely not getting out for a while. Plus, knowing him, he’d ask us for like a shit ton of money. Or to get him out. Either way, it’s a no go.” You replied.

“Pope, that should be out first stop.”

“You’re not listening. I dropped a cracker in that man’s garage one time, and he made me clean the whole thing.”

Sarah and Kiara laughed at his words, while he continued.

“He is not the person who will give up classified information. He’s just not.”

“Dude,” JJ stood up, walking towards the boy. “Your uncle might literally know where it’s at, he might even tell us for free, but you just gotta try.”

“No, I… I don’t think you’re listening.”

“He could say yes.” Kiara tilted her head to the side.

“Also, I thought all pogues were all team players here, so…” JJ wrapped his arms around Pope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Not even a single woogity?” Sarah asked, holding her hands out.

“What happened to pogues for life?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope still shook his head.

“Take one for the team!”

“That’s it. I’m done. I’m not asking him.”

You, Sarah and Cleo all went back to the shop while your brother went to go find Boogie since Popes uncle didn’t work, you sitting on the counter while nursing a beer.

“I think the best thing about owning a business is that I can drink whenever I want and not get in trouble.” You mused with a smile.

“Until Pope catches you again.”

“Well, Popes the fun police, and besides, a beer or two… or three, isn’t gonna do anything to me. Maybnaks have a high alcohol tolerance. It would take me five of these bad boys to give me a buzz.”

Sarah tilted her head to the side with her eyes narrowed at you. “I’m not sure that’s a flex.”

You shrugged, “Flex for me.”

A man came in, standing in front of the counter, stopping your conversation about beer.

“Hello.” Sarah greeted him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Y’all remember me?”

Dale fucking Zeasy. You had to roll your eyes as you took another sip, letting out a sigh when your lips left the cold bottle.

“How could we forget?” Cleo asked.

He looked up at her, “I like that accent. Welcome to our country.”

You scoffed, the audacity.

“How can we help you?” You asked him, not even bothering to use your customer service voice, annoyed at just his presence. He handed you a piece of paper, you grabbing it.

“I got something for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Sarah said with a tight lipped smile when you handed it to her, your grip on the bottle tightening as you sunk it in.

“No, really. You shouldn’t have.” You chimed in, him giving you a glare.

“I can take this place off your hands at any time. For a fair price.”

“Listen, old man-“ you started, before Sarah cut you off.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, but can we offer you a keychain?” Sarah asked, “Maybe a glass bong? Pipe? You look like you need one.”

“You know, y’all are gonna lose this place. You might as well sell now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slamming your glass down on the table and standing up, he gave you a smile, walking to the door way.

“And you have safe travels back to your homeland.”he pointed to Cleo.

“Oh-“ you scoffed again, walking out from behind the counter.

Despite him being taller than you, you stood in front of him, leaning in close to him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I fucking-“

“He’s not worth it.” Sarah interrupted you, grabbing your shoulder.

“Listen to your friend.” He nodded. “You know, no wonder you and Rafe didn’t work out.” He said with a chuckle.

You glared at him as she pulled you away, and back to the counter.

You picked up the glass bottle again. “I’m gonna need ten more of these. Fucking changing the zoning.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What’s that mean?” Cleo asked, holding the paper.

“It’s a way to force owners out of their property.”

“Is that legal?” She asked.

“If you got money. Of fucking course.” You threw your hands up in the air.

“We’re gonna need a lot more than five thousand dollars.”

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[fisshbones]

Halloween head cannons with genshin characters!

A/N: yes I’m aware it’s September, do i care? Not at all. In-fact (almost) every month of the year I celebrate Halloween! I just love the colours and vibes. So i bring you part 1 of the halloween head canons!!

Cw: None! Sfw, Gn reader! Could be read as platonic or romantic!

Scary Movies! Lyney, Lynette, Freminet. 🍿

It was Lyney’s idea to watch scary movies. His plan was to put a scary movie on so you would jump into his arms when you were scared! It was the perfect plan, key word was. He really should have read up on what this movie entails. Cause this man was a scaredy cat. He jumped at every noise. You’d think working for the fatui would make him less afraid of this stuff but apparently not. He’s not alone within his fear. Freminet is holding onto Pers for dear life. Though unlike his brother he’s not waking up the entire neighborhood screaming. Then there’s Lynette who is still as a board. Not scared in the slightest but highly invested in this movie. She originally kept trying to shush her brother and his dramatics, but eventually gave up. She’ll let you hide your self in her shoulder, just don’t move or make too much noise.

Haunted Houses! Hutao 👻

One question. What the hell were you thinking taking her to a haunted house?? You can’t tell who’s scaring you more, her or the scare workers? Whenever the atmosphere is too quiet or your grabbing a snack from a food truck; Hu Tao will come sneak right up behind you and say “Boo!” while poking/grabbing your shoulders. One time you screamed so loud and dropped your food she was giggling like a maniac. While everyone around you stared at you guys for a solid 30 seconds. (can you blame them? nothing creepy happens in the food court, normally atleast)

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[southwestchili]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ You can service me..in a different way.. ੈ

Tartaglia x Maid! Reader

Synopsis: Your a maid who works at one of the hotels of Liyue, your job is usually pretty boring but there’s rumors of a strong, handsome and dangerous Fatui Harbinger staying in the nicest suite of the hotel.

(lowercase intended 🤬)

Tags: modernish au! this is gonna be 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨. afab reader, dub-con i think?, impact play, praise, degrading, semi-public(?), pussy eating, fingering, breeding, claiming, lowkey blackmailing,squirting, you call him sir, childe is a degenerate 😒, reader is lowkey a bimbo, one misogynist, picture taking with out permission, prostitution if you wanna call it that i guess?

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You were just a simple little maid with a simple life cleaning up after people paying high amounts of money to stay in Liyue’s number one hotel. Who knew rich people were so dirty? You have to put with these snobs bullshit everyday without blowing a fuse. You just smile and do what your asked no matter how frustrating it is, and it is. Always dealing with gross old men commenting on your cliche maid outfit, and how fitting it is they put a woman like you for the job of cleaning up after them. the only joy you get out of this job is hearing about the vast range of people who check into the hotel. it can go from a dilf on vacation who all your other hotel staff friends are thirsting over to those gross ‘creepy serial killer’ vibe people. However today there was talk about a person who rented out the most expensive suite, the staff has suspected this mystery man is a harbinger for the fatui. You scoff at the thought of a crazed murderer staying at your place of work. You didn’t want to believe this guy was actually that dangerous and capable of doing such heinous crimes but you kept an open mind. Two days passed of the mystery man checking in had gone by and rumors were spreading faster and faster. People have been saying he smells like blood and are scared to service his room. In the break room the maids are gossiping about how attractive he is but are too afraid to clean his room. your ears perked up at their conversation, it was still early in the morning so you had been sipping on some tea and browsing a newspaper sitting on the sofa in the room. Three maids were shamelessly talking about this poor man when you had enough and butt in saying, “y’know if you guys want me too i can go up to his floor and just clean his room if you guys don’t want to? i don’t mind at all.” you say nonchalantly. they share a look before they nod giving you a slightly concerned look. ‘What’s the big deal? why are they making such a fuss about this guy..? they are saying how hot he is one second and then the next how scary he is..’ you think mentally rolling your eyes. a few minutes pass and your done with your coffee and you go to grab a cleaning cart and make your way to the elevator. As you climb up the floors anxiety starts to set in. ‘why am i getting nervous he’s just a normal guy…everyone is just freaking out…calm down y/n…’ you think while slightly chewing on your bottom lip subconsciously.

you finally reach the top floor of the hotel and the elevator doors open, you push your cart to the end of the hallway. you realize there’s only 1 occupied room on this floor so that must be his. you reach the door of the man’s room and you notice their isn’t a card on the door saying no to cleaning service so you unlock the door with your key. you gingerly push the door open and see a tall, muscular ginger staring at you. “oh-! sorry-! i didn’t know anyone was in here-! so sorry..” you stammer as your cheeks flush. you didn’t expect the man everyone was talking about to be so…hot? you go to leave but the man speaks up. “you don’t have to leave you know..you can clean or whatever i just am doing work..so i really don’t mind.” he says a slight smile tugging at his lips. you could have sworn he looks you up and down. “uh..okay? as long as you don’t mind..i’ll be quick.” you say pulling your cart into the room. you begin cleaning and the man begins to fill out papers. you start sweeping the floor and emptying trash cans. you’ve only cleaned a room with a guest present once before so this was a pretty awkward situation. you bent down slightly to grab a bit of trash off of the floor unintentionally giving the man a full view of your white lacey panties. the man looks over at you and blushes slightly. Unknowingly you continue cleaning. you start to make the bed when you look over at the man who’s physique looks so good from the back. unfortunately your staring at him for a little too long and he notices and turns around to look at you. “you know…it’s rude to stare dear..” he says with a faux pout. “oh-! n-no i wasn’t trying to- i was just spacing out-!” you say with a stutter trying to justify your actions. the man gets up from the desk and walks over to you and tilts your chin up with his hand to make you look up at him. you look up at through your eyelashes and a blush dusts your cheeks. “i see you bending over for me dear, your not very slick…how about you remove those pretty panties of yours for me? hmm?” he says with a smirk. “wh-what-? i can’t do that-!” you say taken aback by his words and charisma. you consider it, but just show him a shocked expression. “hmm..no fun..how about this? what if i give you an extra ‘tip’..if you do this for me, how does that sound?” he says winking. your mouth falls open slightly and you glance down to his crotch to reveal a tent in his trousers. “oh what a dirty mind you have…i wasn’t talking about that kind of tip..but if you want that i can have that arranged.” he says pulling out a leather wallet and pulling out a large sum of mora. “sir…i can’t take your money..i will admit you are very handsome but this goes against our policy..” you say bitting on your bottom lip nervously. “i won’t tell if you won’t girlie…” he says with that same devilish smirk. “fine…but i could get into serious trouble for this-!” you say before grabbing the mora from him and skidding your panties off your hips and balling them up in your hands. the man holds his hand out gesturing you to give them to him so you comply. you’ve never been with a guy with this much dominance and overall confidence. “you can continue cleaning…i’ll just be here watching…” he says look at you admiring your curves. you go over to the bed to finish making it, you feel the cold wind from the ac graze your bare pussy and you whine a little at the feeling of being so exposed. you can’t help but feel your core tighten around nothing as you think about what this guy will do to you in the awaiting moments.

you finish making the bed and you notice the man get up from the chair he’s sitting in. he walks over towards you and grabs your hips from behind and bends over to whisper in your ear. “y’know girlie…your really starting to turn me on…and i can see you getting wetter by the second..how about i do you a favor and make your cute little pussy feel good? would you like that?” he says, his hot breath tickling your ear. “y-yes sir-” you say before he roughly flips you on your back and spreads your thighs apart lifting your dress a bit to reveal your glistening cunt on display. he dips one of his long fingers into your hole earning a whimper from you. he leans his head into your cunt to lick a long stripe on your pussy, he adds a second finger into your hole and gives your clit a kiss. he wraps his lips around your little bud and sucks on it lapping his tongue on it. your thighs are wrapping around his head and your tugging at his gorgeous ginger hair. your squirming and moaning out for him. he lifts his head up removing his lips from your clit to deliver a harsh smack to your thigh. “stop squirming so much.” he says glaring at you. you stop moving around and pout. he gives his attention back to your pussy. he curls his fingers inside you hitting that spot inside of you that makes you scream. you haven’t had that spot hit before, this guy is an expert. you start babbling nonsense, your head feels foggy and you scream feeling your release approaching. “s-sir-! i’m gonna-! agh fuck~!” you moan out. “there you go baby…cum on my fingers…” he coos with that signature smirk. your vision goes white as your release hits you like a truck, you squirt for the first time and drool runs down your chin. you have a death grip on the sheets of the used to be made bed. you pant as your vision restores. you chest heaves as you look at the ginger between your legs. “ahh..i’m sorry-! didn’t mean to do that…” you pant. “it’s all good girlie…you taste delicious by the way..such a good girl.” he says sitting up. “now i think it’s your turn to service me huh?” he unbuttons his shirt, and takes off his belt and sliding his trousers down. you remove your dress following his lead. your sitting up on the bed admiring his physique. “ tsk tsk..girlie you know it’s rude to stare…how about we do something about your naughty behavior..yeah?” he says before flipping you over on the bed so your on your stomach and face is buried into the pillows. you feel him unclip your bra and pull it off you before he pulls his boxers down. “are you ready girlie?” you feel his tip brush your folds. “y-yes…s-sir..” you mutter. you feel his large cock enter you and you gasp. you didn’t know he was this big. he pushes the rest of his length into your hole. he waits a second before beginning to move letting you get adjusted to his length. a few seconds pass before he slowly starts thrusting. he grabs your hips to steady himself.

“oh my- god- sweetie your so tight..!” he groans. “if i didn’t know any better i would think your a virgin…fuck-! but- hah~ then again your still so slutty~ so..you can’t be one~..” he groans as he thrusts faster into you. you can’t help but moan at his harsh words. “i can feel you clenching your cunt on my cock~ slut~!” he teases. he continues to fuck you hard. his cock hitting your g-spot making you scream. “ah..fuck girlie i’m gonna-” he says before cumming deep inside you. “s-sir-! i’m gonna c-cum-” you scream. “call me tartaglia slut.” he says rubbing your clit. you heart sinks at the name. the rumors were true. your being fucked by a fatui harbinger. “what’s the matter? finally figure out who i am? hm?” he says pinching your clit. “tar-tartaglia~! oh my fuck-!” you squeeze your eyes tight before cumming around his cock. your a cock drunk babbling mess, drool dripping down your chin. staining the pillows, your hair is messy and your too fucked out to care you just got railed by a murderer. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up..and by the way..i took pictures of you so if you dare tell anyone about my identity i will leak this to your boss.” his casual tone sent shivers down your spine. but you knew this wasn’t going to be your last time seeing him.

“by the way i’m keeping your panties.”

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this lowkey kinda sucks but i wanted to post smth hope you liked it 💋💋💋

[milkiedimitrescu]

Sooo i made a kinda creepy thing

(so I might've accidentally made a whole introductory to a whole new fic idea) GUYS I KNOW I HAD AN AU ART I STILL NEEDED TO MAKE HOLD ON LET ME COOK

ok

So like

yeah just press the "keep reading" and see for yourself bro

You are aimlessly are wandering around the corridors of the Dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, Previously you had come to visit after it had seemingly became abandoned after its inhabitants died, and there was nothing left.

This was shortly after the big explosion that destroyed every aspect of the village. (You know why, fellow reader. :)) You were exploring room from room, and Hall by Hall, gathering information on what might've happened to the past owners of this Castle.

And that's when you discover the current place your in. The dungeon corridors deep underground. You have heard this is where the Lady Dimitrescu chased Ethan winters, and supposedly he had escaped. Gathering enough information, you have come to the conclusion, Ethan had killed the Dimitrescu family for his daughter, How protective of him. You mused. But you needed more answers, on your mission.

You continue exploring, taking in the environment. It was decaying and there were some walls that were destroyed, seemingly. You found where the dagger that killed Lady Dimitrescu just outside the castle before you got there and kept it safely in your item carrier.

Until, suddenly, you hear a woman, whisper in your ear. She sounded like she would have a deep, rich, velvety, sultry, voice. Soft, yet a bit commanding.

"I'm still here. Turn around." She whispered, in your left ear.

But it shook you to the core. You flinched at the sudden voice. And you quickly turned around to see the source of the noise and only found that nothing was there. You were alone. Well, you were supposed to be alone, but now you feel paranoid, on the edge that someone or something else is down here with you. It's quite dark in this dungeon so you reached into your item carrier that you carried around like a backpack, and grabbed a candle holder you collected from Lady Dimitrescu's private chambers. You inhaled, and exhaled and grabbed your lighter, lit it up, and lit each candle on the candle holder, before safely putting the lighter back in the bag.

It's way too quiet down here. You feel like you are being watched, like a predator, spying on their prey. You thought in the corner of your eye, you saw a long tall shadow staring at you from the distance before quickly disappearing but you quickly dismissed it as something your mind was making up, due to the fact you were alone in empty halls. Until,

"I'm behind you."

The voice again! You stopped dead in your tracks, heart pounding profusely. You were practically frozen in utter terror. You think you are being haunted by a spirit, from the castle. Your scared to turn aroun-

"Turn. Around." The voice of this... Woman, was captivating, much more commanding than last time. She seemed to really want you to see her.... You shakily breathed in and out, and did it. Finally, with courage, and bravery to face whoever else was down you in the dungeon,

...

...

Who the living hell is that...? You thought out loud quietly, to yourself. There was a tall, shadow figure. Standing before you in a softly candle lit hallway where seemed to be a lever. Her eyes... So piercing into your soul. They were glowing red and seemed almost dead. She tilted her head at you, endeared by your paranoia. Her aura, she had shadowy particles coming from each part of her body. It looked like she was wearing a dress and a hat. Could this be..?

"Fear not, child. I won't hurt you."

She took a step forward towards you. Her shadowy aura trailing behind her.

"This is only a dream, I'm afraid. But, in real-time. I want you to come to Castle Dimitrescu. Find a way to bring me and my family back to life. We oh, so crave it dear. That man..." She scoffed looking to the side, gazing to that single barrel that was leaning on the side of the wall just somewhere near her, seemingly deep in thought. "That man killed my daughters... For the sake of his own daughter. Then... Killed me." She looked back at you.

"Find my crystal, and my daughters ones aswell. We need to be brought back in order to live in peace again. The castle, is now the only place we haunt, yet an echo, of are unfortunate fates."

She took another few steps closer to you till you were now both in front of each other. Couching down, she whispered, Her red eyes glowing in hope,

"I believe you are the chosen one, dear. To free us, from this misery. You hold more power than you believe,"

"Wake up." She whispered harshly. Her shadowy aura consuming you whole, leaving you in nothing but a void and a pair of red orbs staring back at you.

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Gasping, you sat up from your hotel bed breathing fast, and checked the time on your watch, and saw it was 9 AM. Just the time you were going to get ready to leave to go to the village, to find out more about what happened in there. But... You already knew... That dream you had, everything was clear to you. It felt real, like Lady Dimitrescu actually spoke to you, telling you about bringing her and her family back.

But you heard of the atrocities she committed... you heard of the terror she had caused when she was alive, and still living in that Castle along with her daughters.

Loudly Sighing, you leaned back to lay back down,

"What the hell, man."

[anjelicawrites]

Fun to be had

Paring: Michael Gavey x reader

Synopsis: you’re studying alone on a Friday night, and decide to, finally, face the weird guy following you. Fun ensues.

Warnings: dry humping in public (in a library), almost getting caught, kissing, biting, scratching, Michael’s accidental stalkerish behaviour.

A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.

It’s Friday night and you should be out, getting drunk at the pub or dancing your arse off at the club, instead, you are at the library, different editions of the same poem opened in front of your face, not because you are cramming for a paper, but because you don’t feel like having to deal with people, irritated as you are with life now.

You have those days where you don’t feel like being sociable, instead, you have this need to live through the words of others, pouring over different editions of the same work, until you are satisfied with the results of your own translation. This specific Friday is one of those days, and you are elated that the library is empty, or almost.

You are not truly alone, hidden in this corner because, sitting at the other table of this little nook, there’s a guy.

You are almost positive his name is Michael, Michael something, mathematical genius and nerd at the end of the social hierarchy. The guy who has been following you, changing his sitting place every single time you did in the past few weeks.

You didn’t see it at the start, with the library always packed you started sitting wherever you could find a free spot and thought nothing when he did the same, you didn’t even noticed him!

You realized when you started studying late in the evening.

With the library half empty, this Michael guy could have picked any spot, every single time, instead he kept sitting at a table next to yours, always with a good vantage point. Yet, you kept telling yourself that maybe he just didn’t want to sit somewhere alone in a place which becomes creepy at night time, nothing to truly see here, but, but… If you have to be blunt about it, he doesn’t give you the idea of a chap who is afraid of being alone; if he is who you think he is, then having no friends it’s his norm.

You could have left it at that, forget about the whole thing, but you are curious, far more than what’s healthy for you, so you concocted a plan, quite stupid really, to gauge his reaction. You partner in crime, albeit without knowing it, had been you friend Ellie, who was studying for a chemistry exam, quite complicated and hard to pass. One night you two were studying and she was getting more and more frustrated, you decided to act.

“So.” You asked her. “What do you think about science?”

“Fuck science!” Right on cue she gives you the answer you need.

Staring in the direction of Michael you said loud and clear.

“Yeah, fuck science indeed” right the second he was looking at you.

It might have been a random coincidence, but he became bolder after your little experiment, his eyes not leaving yours whenever you stared up from the books and even changing tables, whenever a spot nearer yours was freed, and he was already sitting somewhere else, as if he wanted you to know what he was doing.

But what was that he was hoping to achieve by acting like a stalker?

You lift your head and there he is, seemingly engrossed in his own work, glasses low on his long nose and the irritation you’ve felt all day spikes up, red and warm in your belly and you know you shouldn’t do a single thing, but pack your stuff and go back to your dorm, you know you should, yet you stare at him again and he’s looking at you, unabashedly, with that pretentious smile on his face and you throw all your good intentions out of the window.

You stand up, the old chair scraping on the floor and march towards him. He looks startled and huffs in surprise when you straddle his legs and pop his thick glasses up his head.

“I think it’s time we greet one another properly, don’t you think? You’ve been following me around, after all!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

In his panic he tries to slide you off himself, but your ground yourself against his body, your hands grabbing the backrest of his chair, forgetting that you are wearing a skirt tonight.

“Care to tell me why you’re acting like a stalker?”

“I’m not a stalker!” He seems to have managed to grasp control back, the mask of surprise gone from his face. “Get off me!”

“I will, when you’ll tell me the truth!”

Michael had noticed you during a sunny afternoon in the library.

He was slaving over some physics homework, more boring than hard for him and he had let his eyes wander, just to distract himself for a moment.

You were sitting at his same table, facing him and a bit on his right side; you had a fortress of books around you and were furiously taking notes, that’s what had made him stop his gaze: how hard you were studying.

Michael knows many people come to the library as a mean to see and be seen by their peer, others truly try to work and can’t hold their focus for too long you, on the other end, didn’t look like the kind of person who would truly work their arse off so early in the semester, yet there you were, making use of the ridiculous amount of colorful post – it notes in your possession. He had snickered when noticing the animal themed stationery you were using and but hey! You shouldn't judge the book from his cover, right?

Almost absentmindedly, he had started looking for you, when at the library, just to see if he was right in his early observation, and you kept surprising him with the way you would single – mindedly concentrate on your work.

One afternoon, it was very late and most people were already gone, he had taken a peak at your notes, while you were looking for another book, curious to know what you were studying with such a passion and discovered it had to do with linguistics. He had no idea what your coursework talked about, but a quick look at your scrambled handwriting, revealed him a smart mind. This was his tipping point, when he had decided that he wanted to get to know you, if only he had the slightest idea how to!

He had never thought that, casually, sitting nearby you would have been stalkerish, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to start a conversation with you, he’s not that kind of guy! If you were in one of his courses, he would have found a way to get to know you better, but you don’t, and you pay your fellow students no mind, when you are at the library. What’s a guy to do but keep an eye on you, waiting for the right moment to act?

After the whole ‘Fuck science’ shenanigans, he had thought you must have caught wind of what he was doing and maybe you would have started something yourself, but you didn’t. Until tonight.

You realize how embarrassing your position is, when his hands fly on your hips to still your movements, and you register his hardening cock against your wet pussy (and when did that happen?)

“Are you done?” He asks, piercing eyes fixated on yours. “I’m Michael, since you wanted to greet me properly. What’s your name?”

You stare at him dumbly. What have you just done?

His hands curl on the meat of your hips and you yelp in surprise. You need to abort this mission, immediately, but now he’s the one who’s not letting you go.

“So?” He says mockingly. “You were in such a hurry to invade my space, and now you’re acting shy?”

He is well aware of how ridiculous the whole setup is, that he should let go, but you are staring at him with wide, surprised eyes, that he can’t help himself and see how far you’ll let him go.

“Talking big from the guy who’s been stalking me for weeks!”

You’re desperately trying to find your footing again; what the hell were you thinking?

“I wasn’t stalking you! You’re truly hard to know!”

“What?”

You need to check your bearings for a second: when did you fall in a Beckett play?

“I just said that you are hard to know.”

“And you thought that… whatever that was, was an actual good idea? Aren’t you supposed to be the smart guy?”

“You are acting dumb yourself, love, straddling your supposed stalker like that!”

The whole situation is so surreal, that the two of you stare at one another, and start laughing, until you are both breathless, and your faces are incredibly close.

He is pretty, extremely so, long eyelashes and high cheekbones, a beautiful, kissable mouth when it’s not curled in his signature, mocking smile. His eyes are slightly unfocused, the brilliant blue losing against the expanding pupil. And he is so warm, his hands on your hips clench and unclench, following the fast rhythm of his breathing.

You hadn’t realize how handsome he is and now he is taking your breath away.

He licks his dry lips and you can’t help but follow the motion, imagining how his tongue would feel against your cunt. Without you even noticing, your hips start moving again against the rough material of his jeans, your lips hovering over his, his hands pushing your closer against his hard cock, you two moan, lips almost touching and he decides to take the matter in his own hands.

Grabbing your nape, he pulls your face towards his, tongue entering your parted mouth without asking for permission, seeking your clumsily, and you let him take the wheel.

He’s desperate in the way he is kissing you, no finesse or control, just his mouth slanted against yours, his tongue fucking your throat and his hands in your hair to keep you where he wants you. You’ve been kissed better, but never with such a passion and need. You can barely breath, your body crushed against his, and you don’t care.

You are both breathless when your lips part, a thin line of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please, tell me you have a condom.” You beg, your forehead finding home against his.

“I don’t. I’ve never -”

The embarrassment in his voice stops you.

Oh Christ on a bike, you think, oh fuck. This, you didn’t expect. Not that you’re an expert yourself, only having a past relationship to account for, but your ex hadn’t been a virgin, you were.

“I’m sorry.” You say, trying to dismount, to no avail, his hands are like manacles on your hips.

“Stay.”

The way he says it, he’s not begging you, he’s telling you what to do and you feel it in your cunt, molten heath growing there, expanding in your tummy, turning your legs into jelly.

“I’m not going to have unprotected sex.”

Michael cocks his head to the side, his eyes dark with need.

Never, not even in his wildest dreams, he had imagined to find himself in this position. If he’s not going to have sex with you, and he will not without a condom, he’s not stupid, he still wants to quench the thirst he sees in your eyes and feels in his own loins.

“Me neither.” He pushes you downward against his painfully hard cock, the friction delicious and cruel.

You hide a moan against his neck, your lips landing where his pulse is, sucking the sweaty skin with desperation. You start canting your hips again against the rough material of his jeans, his hands helping you find the right angle against his erection, pain and pleasure take possession of your body, your lips desperate on his, your teeth biting his lower lip and he forces you even tighter against his crotch and it hurts, the pleasure burns your skin when he grinds your hips, your clit feeling the brunt of his punishment even through the layers your are wearing. Your hands grab his hair and his hide under your skirt, his long fingers grabbing your ass, squeezing hard, nails catching in worn fabric: he needs you, needs to become one with you.

He whimpers when you bite his shoulder through his sweater, one hand finds its way under your jumper and rakes down your back, you whimper, so close, so close.

Your orgasm shatters you, your teeth biting Michael’s shoulder harder and deeper as he keeps rutting against you; you want to tell him it’s too much but he’s making delicious sounds, half strangled moans of pleasure that inflame your body again, a smaller orgasm hitting you when he comes, his face hidden against your neck.

“Is anyone there?”

The haziness of pleasure is broken the second you hear footsteps heading in your direction, and panic follows.

Mrs Daniels, the librarian pokes her head in the small alcove at the far end of the library.

“Sorry to interrupt you.” She says. “Did you hear strange sounds just now?”

The two students stare owlishly at her: poor kids must be studying their arses off. They look like they’ve just ran a marathon, hair sticking at weird angles, and the boy’s cheeks are apple red. Youngsters these days!

“No. We were having a chat, a little break.” Says the one behind a huge row of books.

“Yeah, we were just chatting.” Adds the one she thinks is named Michael, with a smile she can’t truly decipher.

“Oh well, I must have been mistaken then, there’s only the two of you around at this point. Goodnight then.”

The second you two are positive the older woman is far away enough, you two start laughing, barely hiding your guffaws behind your hands.

“Well.” You manage to finally say. “That was close!”

You try not to feel embarrassed when your eyes land on Michael, whose stare is piercing behind his thick glasses.

“Yeah. And I still don’t know your name.”

Heath pools in your lower tummy at the way his voice is low and raspy, desire clear in the way he rakes his eyes down your body.

“You can always come by my dorm and find out.”

Christ, the way Michael’s lips curve, tells you he’s going to discover more than your name tonight.

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Beer Boy and Sugar: The First Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar

Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)

Banner by @mak-32

Year One

"Bradshaw."

Bradley was pulled out of his comfortable daydream when he heard Natasha Trace call his name. He looked over at the only friend he'd managed to make since he moved to Rhode Island for flight training five months ago. It turns out, nobody much wants to talk to you when you're a bit of a miserable prick. 

"Yeah?"

She nodded back toward the hangar and said, "Captain Price wants us to use the simulator."

"Right," he replied softly. Once she was gone again, he turned to look out at the rough Atlantic Ocean and shivered in the late October air. He was freezing cold. He was always fucking freezing cold here. He missed Virginia. He missed being warm in his bed in his fraternity house. He missed you.

"No," he whispered, closing his eyes and focusing on some deep breathing. "No. You can't." Every thought of you was painful, and he needed to get past this. He kept promising himself that one day, he would wake up and be on the other side of this ache, but he was such a damn liar. Deep inside, he knew better. 

How was it supposed to stop hurting when all he could think about was you, equally cold in Chicago, wrapped up in his Grateful Dead shirt and listening to their songs? It had already snowed there; he checked the weather frequently. He memorized the University of Chicago campus map and thought about where you might be, always afraid you were in a library study room. With someone else. Because the only thing worse than thinking about you cold and alone was thinking about you moving on with someone new. But you were perfect. Bradley's perfect Sugar. Of course you didn't need to be with him to be happy. 

Eventually he turned toward the hangar and walked through the frigid wind. He completed the simulation perfectly in almost no time. Trace was every bit as good as he was, and Bradley silently rejoiced whenever they were paired together. She was serious but not too serious. She was smart but never cocky about it. She didn't waste a lot of time talking if she had nothing to say. She reminded him a lot of you. 

He wasn't interested in her as anything more than the friend he desperately needed right now, but it was hard to open up to someone new when he could only think about one thing. There were a handful of really attractive women here, but Bradley found himself unable to focus on them. Besides, he finally understood that quality always beats quantity. You started teaching him that lesson as soon as he felt the urge to paint his bedroom door white. 

He avoided the tables full of students in the cafeteria, picking one off to the side instead. He figured if he gave the appearance that he didn't want anyone around, then they would leave him alone. He was only mostly successful.

"Can I join you?" 

When he looked up at Trace's dark brown eyes, he nodded and pulled his tray a little closer to him so she could sit on the other side of the table. "Yeah, sure."

She ate half of her food before she said anything. "Hey, thanks for not being creepy."

He looked at her calm face in confusion. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged and said, "Some of the other guys are a little creepy towards me, Hayes, O'Malley and Butler. They think it's funny to mess with the girls."

"Seriously?" Bradley asked, setting his fork down. "Which guys?" He wished he didn't feel the sudden urge to break something; he'd been able to manage this feeling for a long time, only letting it surface when he wanted to pound Jeff to bits for touching you. It would probably feel good right now if he let this emotion take over for a little bit.

"Don't worry about it," Trace replied easily. "It's nothing I can't handle. I just don't like eating alone if I can help it, because then they come over."

Bradley nodded, picking up his fork again. If there was anything you wouldn't like, it would be Bradley losing his place in the Navy because he couldn't manage to stay out of a fistfight. "You can eat with me whenever you want."

Her muttered, "Thanks," was so soft, he barely heard it. He wanted to tell her not to thank him, but the silence between them felt pretty nice. She took a few more bites before she asked, "So what's your deal, Bradshaw? You're awfully quiet for someone who can pass all of the exams on the first try and makes the simulators look easy."

He laughed. "I could say the same about you."

"I guess," she replied, "but I'm always the one initiating conversation with you, not the other way around. It's a girl, isn't it? You miss your girlfriend?"

She didn't ask it unkindly, but it felt like a slap to his face. He swallowed hard, once again wondering why this hurt so fucking bad after five goddamn months. But he'd never tried to actually talk about you with anyone else. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would. 

He cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. "There used to be a girl. I think maybe she thought she was doing me a favor when she dumped me. Or maybe she was just trying to protect herself. And I can respect that."

"Ouch," came Natasha's soft voice, and Bradley had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. "You were in love with her." 

It wasn't phrased as a question, and once again Bradley felt like she physically hit him. He had never admitted it out loud before right now. "Yeah. I was in love with her." He set his fork down one last time before he met her eyes. "I'm still in love with her."

Later that night, he cried himself to sleep, dying to hear you call him Beer Boy and push your fingers through his hair one last time. Dying to ask you why he couldn't have two dreams.

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You were twenty-two years old. You lived in one of the most exciting cities in the country. And you were single. But you never really felt like going out when the other graduate students invited you. Every time you did go, you ended up at a bar that was way too loud or a frat house that was way too uncomfortable. Nobody knew how to play beer pong correctly, and every guy was wearing a backwards cap.

It made your heart ache.

"Hey." 

You looked up from your computer to see Jared staring at you with a smile on his face and his hat spun backwards on his head. "Alex and I are going to one of the library study rooms and then out to get a beer. You coming?"

Both of those things sounded amazing, actually. But not with him or Alex. Not with anybody at this school or in this city or even in the central time zone. You shook your head. "Thanks, but not tonight. Maybe next week?"

Jared looked dejected. "Aww, come on. You're too pretty to be sitting here working alone." He probably though he was being charming, but he was nowhere close to the level of sweetness you were used to.

You sighed softly and shook your head again. "Thanks but.... maybe next week."

When he finally left, you tried to return your attention to what you had been working on. There was no shortage of classwork or research to keep you busy seven days a week here, and that was a very good thing. Because it was days like this one where you started to think about Bradley and you couldn't stop. As soon as you let the memories creep in, you were done. 

You closed your computer and sucked in a ragged breath. Through the blurry tears filling your eyes, you pulled up the bottom of your hoodie and ran your fingers along the soft, tie dyed cotton of the shirt you were wearing underneath. If you closed your eyes and thought about Virginia, you could almost believe the shirt still smelled like him. You could almost hear him sing what had become your favorite song.  

"Shit," you muttered, standing and shoving your computer into your backpack. You would finish working from your dorm room. You just needed to get out of here right now. 

The icy cold air smacked you in the face as soon as you walked outside. Apparently it started snowing in October here. It had been snowing steadily for days. You missed Virginia. You missed the stupid Beta house. You missed the way Bradley felt like your own personal furnace when he cuddled with you. Sometimes you thought you'd made the worst decision of your life.

The urge to cave and call him as soon as you got to your room and cranked up the heater was so intense. Then you remembered that you broke his heart and your own with a handful of sentences and the admission that you loved him. Well, you still loved him, but he almost certainly hated you. And that was fine. That was completely okay as long as he was focused on keeping himself safe instead of thinking about a long distance relationship. He had a dream bigger than you, and he deserved to live it out.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and listened to Easy to Love You by The Grateful Dead exactly eleven times in a row while you cried. You did the math in your head; that was just over forty minutes of crying. Last week when you broke down, it was closer to an hour. Maybe things were on the upswing now. Maybe the pain would start to fade. It had already been more than five months since you left his room while he sat on the edge of his bed, agony written on his face. 

"Why?" you asked yourself angrily, certain nobody else would ever make you feel as good as he had for the handful of months you'd spent together. He taught you a lot about yourself, and now you understood the importance of giving someone a second chance. How crucial it was to look past the surface. 

You buried your nose in the fabric of the colorful shirt, turned the song on one more time, and fell asleep with unshed tears and a tightness in your chest. When you woke up the next day, you found more snow on the ground when you put on your boots and jacket and headed outside. You remembered exactly where to go, because you'd seen it so many times before. You headed for the tattoo parlor near campus with a pocketful of cash and the hope that this would make you feel better and not worse.

Once you were lounging back with the Grateful Dead shirt pulled up, you pointed to your math tattoo. "I want it just below this one. It's a specific song lyric. And I want it in this font."

The tattoo artist looked at your skin and then the words you'd written out before checking the font you were pointing to in his binder which happened to look a bit like Bradley's tidy script. 

"The Dead," he said with a smile. "I dig it. I can do it for a hundred bucks."

You nodded and handed him the cash, and just a few minutes later, he got to work. If he thought you were crying softly because of the pain from the needle digging into your flesh over and over again, then that was fine with you.

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I'm fine. We are all fine. Year two is up next.

PART 2

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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

__________

- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: So Afraid

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna learns her power.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: I dont wanna spoint things so just proceed with caution. DM me if you'd like specifics before reading. I dont think its as bad as other things but.... you'll see

3.1k words (so sorry)

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BTW if you dont read the lyrics usually i feel it really hits hard this time

I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die. ~ Go Insane, Fleetwood Mac

“He’s fucking unraveling.”

Ben is pacing inside the sanctuary, Will leaned against the wall listening to him rant. They were waiting for the others and Madonna, having to perform a healing ritual. As far as Will could tell, she was going to be okay outside the lasting scars and the mental terror, and she was past the point of miscarrying from the incident, but the people needed assurance. They needed to feel a part of something. The doors were opened other guard had seen what had happened, and from what he and Ben had heard from the rumblings of the people, they were nervous. Unsettled.

Will had to set the course straight, concocting a story of possession and torment by demons to explain Santi’s behaviors… which of course cleared Santi of responsibility but still left Delta scarred. He continued to listen to Ben’s rants.

“He’s gonna fuck it all up. Doesn’t he know more than anyone what we’re doing here? He could have killed the savior.”

“And Madonna.” Will reminds him, but Ben turns to glare at him.

“I’m aware of that. I’m aware of how important Madonna is, you don’t think I love her too? You don’t think I’ve spend every night in her bed-”

“Next to Frankie.”

Ben stopped, stepping forward and looking like he might start a fight. He was drunk, and when Ben was drunk he was either madly horny or ripe for anger fits. Will’d seen him kill a man with his bare hands at a orgy for kissing Frankie. Orgies were orgies, but Santi kept rules around Frankie, rules that had been enforced by Ben’s rage he pushed down below his crown of sunshine on his hair.

But then Frankie opened the door.

“Hey guys.” He walked in his formal wear, and Will had to admit he understood why everyone wanted a piece of him. His eyes were bright in the yellow light.

“Where’s Madonna?” Will asks.

“She’s finishing eating, Rey’s with her. I wanted to talk to you guys alone.”

Will nods.

Ben seems frustrated, crossing his arms in that pout he likes to do. ”I don’t like her alone with him.”

“He’s her personal guard, Benjamin. We have to trust him.”

He shakes his head. “We should rotate her guard so no one gets attached. You know how she breaks down everyones walls better than anyone, Frank.” There was a bit more bite than Frankie expected after the close nights they’d been spending in each other's arms next to Madonna, but when Ben was drinking it was always a bit of a guess.

“He’s her only friend. The first friend she’s had since we decided to set her dad on fire. I think we can allow her-”

“UUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH” Ben rolls his eyes and his whole head in annoyance. “Can’t she just be friends with Iris?”

Will spoke up now. “I think you ensured that won’t happen.”

“And you ensured she can’t trust Jonah” Frankie snapped, not sure why he was defending Ben. He didn’t know he did anything half the time.

Sighing, Will scrubbed his face and then held out his hands. “Both of you relax. I’ve got it taken care of. I doubt Rey has any interest in Madonna, but considering I don’t this Iris is putting out with him, we can’t be too sure. And considering what Pope did to her, we can’t have her falling into his arms. I’ve got it.”

Frankie nodded. “Rey doesn’t have eyes for anyone but Iris.”

Ben’s drunk anger shifted to his horny drunk. “To bad Madonna doesn’t have eyes for Iris.” He looked far away, smiling, no doubt thinking of their wife fucking the pretty cook. Will couldn’t deny she was beautiful… it was a wonder she was unclaimed by the time her punishment began.

A smack from Frabkie broke Ben out of his thoughts. “Ow!”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“I can dream!”

Will was about to shout at them all to shut up when Pope opened the door. He wore a red tunic, reminding Will of pictures he’d seen of pentecost robes from the before. Not as tight as Frankie, but Frankie gained more weight in recent years. 

“Gentlemen.” He greeted, eyes raking over Frankie’s form. “Are we ready?”

Everyone nodded, Frankie doing his best to hide the anger, the furry, the disgust he felt at Santi. He could hurt him, but how dare he hurt Madonna?

Will nodded over to the entry to the church. “Frank, Ben, start the prayers. We’ll come out in a bit when Madonna arrives.”

Pope narrowed his eyes, but told Ben and Frankie to go, watching Frankie’s ass as he walked through the curtains to the congregation. 

“You couldn’t be more obvious, you know.”

He breaks Santi out of his lustful view.

“Hm?”

“Everyone knows you want Frankie more than anything. Can’t keep your eyes off him.”

Santi attempts to brush his concerns away with a whisk of his hand. “I love all my spouses.”

“You love Frankie.”

“I love him, Ben, you, Madonna.”

“You just want the savior-”

Rushing close to Will, Santi presses his chest against his lover and whispers in a harsh tone. “The savior is a part of her!”

Will grips his tunic, keeping them pulled close as he whispers in his ear. “You need. To calm. Down. Breaking her breaks the savior. Breaking her breaks the whole community. You are losing touch with reality and if you do not get. Your shit. Together. Everything will come crumbling down.” He pulls back just far rough to meet his eye and walks forward, backing Santi up until his ass hits the slab of marble they all deflowered their wife on. A faint trace of her blood remained.

Santi was panting, chest heaving and his cock rose in his robes. “Everything I do is for our community. Who do you think got her pregnant? We’re going to save this doomed earth, we’re bring The One Mighty and Strong to earth and Divine Mother will finally let us all be happy.”

“Santi…” Will caressed Santi’s face, enjoying how easily Santi submitted. Frankie was easy. Frankie melts at the simplest touch of anyone who shows him affection. Santi only submits to him. “You need to relax. She’s pregnant, and she’ll be okay. The savior is coming. You just need to-”

“Don’t tell me what to-” He begins to snap at Will, but before he can finish he’s turned around and bent over the altar. His tunic is being pulled up, and when his hands move to stop him, they are pinned down to the cold stone. “WHat are you doing?”

Spitting on his hole, Will lines his cock up at Santi’s ass and leans in. “You hurt Madonna. You need to learn a lesson.”

*

You enter at your cue, giving Rey’s hand a squeeze before he lets go to open the door. You hated this, you hated being out in public knowing everyone knew what was done to you. Will said Pope was possessed, that he was fighting a battle with the devil, spiritual warfare and he needed prayers, he needed your strength. You had to be strong for him. You forgave your husband and felt sympathy he was in so much pain… But why do you still want to recoil when he touches you? You were sleeping in your bed again, but one always accompanied you to help if the nightmares returned…. You never slept when it was Santi’s arms around you

Francisco and Ben were leading the congregation in prayers, praying for Pope’s strength in his battle and you prayed along, Francisco getting up to walk you down to the raised area. You remember, as you always did, walking down the aisle on your wedding day, unable to bare looking at them for too long, finding solace in Jonah’s eyes… Now he was talking nonsense, and you were worried about him.

The other day, early morning, you’d slipped out of Ben’s arms to find something to eat. Baby was kicking, apparently wanting sugar and you hoped Iris wasn’t up. Things were tense between you, and you could make your own pancakes. You had, of course, thanked her profusely for caring for you when… when it happened, genuinely grateful for the care she showed you… You wanted to be her friend again, god you really did, you wanted to go back to singing with Rey and her and Jonah in the kitchen… but something in the air had shifted.

Wish granted, Iris wasn’t there. Jonah was. He was drinking coffee, PJ pants slung low on his hips… No shirt. He had a lean body even at his age, hip bones prominent below the weak elastic and a trail of hair going down-

When the floor under you squeaks, Jonah stands up fully, shuffling to move behind the kitchen table. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be alone…”

“Baby wants pancakes.” You rub your stomach. He’s not looking at you. You make a move to the cabinets, But Jonah cuts off your path.

“I got it, you should rest.”

Your shoulders slump. “I’m not a baby, I’m just carrying one. Let me do it.”

Jonah shakes his head. “Please, just… let me.” He gives you a small smile. “I know you’re not a kid. They should all be afraid of you, Madonna.”

He made good pancakes.

*

Will and Pope returned from their prayers in the sanctuary, Pope looking… Off. He looked ruffled, confused, his eyes a little glassy… maybe Will exercised the demon out?

Pope began his prayers. “Our beloved Madonna, Holy and Beautiful, our maternal bride, has suffered pain and scarring from the demonic attacks of the devil, we must pray for heeling over her body.”

Will’s hands reach for the back of your dress, lowering the zipper when you gasp, jolting away and turning back to him. “What are you doing?!” You whisper, eyes watering with panic. Francisco mutters Will’s name, but he ignores him, opting to pull you close. He cups your face, whispering in your ear.

“They need to see the wounds, Madonna. They need to see you’re healing, they're worried.”

“But… I don’t wanna be naked, Will.” You turn to glance at the crowd, catching Pope glare. You shiver. “There’s people here who made fun of me…”

His fingers lay your hair down. “It’s just your dress, Madonna. Don’t worry, we’re right here. Trust me.” 

Echoes of the past flitter in your head.

I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.

Will unzipped your dress, the fabric pooling down around your ankles. Murmurs wave over your body, whispers from the people who loved you. Were they mocking you? Were they laughing?

Just down to her underwear, Francisco.

Your bandages were off, but the skin was marred horrifically. It was bad enough those in the back could see it spreading over your pregnant stomach. Were there jealous women in the crown? Your dorm mates that didn’t understand why you were chosen?

Will’s hands find the clasp of your bra, and you tense again. “Will?”

“Just relax, Madonna. Relax for me. Don’t worry.”

It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry.

When his hands went for your underwear, you didn’t protest. 

You stood naked, your scared body on display for the whole congregation.

Your husbands stood at your side, each laying a hand on your stomach as the crowd began to pray. You felt like you were being punished, humiliated. What did you do wrong? Your lip quivers, panic rising in your chest again. No, no you would not melt down here. You see a woman who was particularly nasty to you… she tried to make you eat a worm because you didn’t say hi to her when you were 10 and she was 12… You were in one of your “no talking episodes” as your dad called them, the playground was too loud, your new bra you had to wear adding a sensation to your skin you hated… she took it personal, and tormented you for the next 12 years. She was smirking. 

You feel Ben’s hand on your ass, coping a feel.

You think of Will’s lies.

You look at Santi, his eyes only on your stomach. 

You look at Francisco, not saying the prayers and looking at Be’s hand on your ass.. Did you and the baby even matter to him? Why was he so disconnected?

You didn’t feel sad anymore.

You were angry.

“Kneel.”

Your voice, while quiet, makes the four of them turn to you, surprised by you. But no one moves.

“Kneel. If you’re praying for my healing, kneel.” You don’t look at them.

Santi speaks. “We don’t kneel to you, Madonna. You kneel to us.”

Your body wants to shake, you want to fold like you do every time a boundary is crossed but you don’t. 

“I am carrying the savior. I am more important than your ego.” You say, firm in your stance and keeping your voice steady. “Pray to the divine mother to protect me, if you really want this child,” you turn to Pope. “And to forgive your sins.” You turn to Francisco now, his eyes wide with fear. “Get on your knees. I know you know how.”

There was a beat of silence, everyone waiting for Pope’s movement, you knew. Then, Francisco kneels to you. Then Will. Then Pope. Then Ben, only ever following in what the others do.

When they do, a hush falls over the crowd.

You raise your arms, shouting. “We pray for a hedge of protection around me and my child.”

A voice from the crowd shouts, “hail to the mother and the savior!”

All throughout the room, the congregation echos the sentiments, shouting your praises as the smile grew on your face. They adored you. They loved you. Standing naked wasn’t humiliating, it was power. You feel Francisco’s thumb caress over your bare skin. He smiles as he mouths ‘Hail to the mother.’

*

You were running high on the endorphins, even excited enough to ride Will’s dick despite your protruding stomach. It was an amazing high, knowing the power you held, the power to make Santiago- Pope, you mean- to make Pope kneel at your command… he owed you. He owed you this. When Will fell asleep, you were still wide awake, unable to get the giddiness out of your system… So you slip a nightie over your body, pulling panties on and sneak out of the room. Jonah had said he’d make you more pancakes tonight if you were hungry and boy, baby was hungry. Rey, as predicted, was snoring in his chair and you have to stifle a giggle as you creepy past him, bare feet light on the wood flooring. 

The kitchen was dark, no Jonah… maybe you should go get him. Turning on the kitchen lights you go to exit out the other door, the servants entrance leading to the rooms of Jonah, Iris, and the other guards, but when you did, Jonah was there.

Right away, you knew something was wrong. He wreaked of alcohol, looked like he hadn't slept in days and was piss drunk, stumbling into the kitchen so hard he crashed into you. 

“Jonah-oh- I… was gonna take you up on the pancakes…” You mutter, backing away. “But maybe I can make some for you, you seem-”

He catches your wrist.

“I don’t want pancakes.” His voice is gruffer than you ever have known it. Pressing you against the counter, he crowds you in. 

Your heart beat picks up, instincts telling you to run, run, run…. But you can’t.

“What… what are you…”

His lips brush your neck before you can blink, his movements clunky and strange. “I want you.”

You try to push him away, but he’s much stronger. “Jonah stop! You’re talking crazy, you haven't been well, please, just-” Again, you try to wiggle away but his hand grabs your waist. “Just go to bed.”

Jonah scoffs, laughing sardonically. “Just like that? I tell you I want to fuck you and you say to sleep it off? Jesus christ, do you have no survival instincts? At all?”

“Please… please stop touching me Jonah…” You want to stop feeling his breath on your skin. “I won’t tell anyone. Just stop!” The tears come, crying and scared and trying to smack his hands away desperately and still trying to push out of his grasp.

“You should be screaming, honey, what is wrong with you?” His hand grips your hip, and you need him away from your baby, now.

With a closed mouth scream, you kick his shin and the shock is enough for him to let go so you take off, but he gives chase. Once again, you are pinned to the door. You knew you could scream. You start screaming, and Rey, or Will, or any of the others will be on their way in seconds and you’d be safe… ‘’

“Why are you doing this?” You sob in his arms, his fingers entangling in your hair. He pulls on it, and you close your mouth intime to not yell.

His hand caresses down your arm, making you shiver and feel so, so sick to your stomach. “God dammit, have the broken every fucking piece of you? Is that it?” Why was he so angry at you? What did you do wrong? Did you tempt him? He hand on your waste again, he keeps almost moving it up towards your breasts or down to your ass but never going far. Jonah rests his forehead on yours. “Why won’t you SCREAM!” He shouts his last word so loud in your face, the strong smell of alcohol bursting on your skin and you shout out loud.

“BECAUSE THEY’LL KILL YOU!” Your whole body heaves, panicing and you feel you might throw up. “ThEY’LL KILL YOU AND I’LL LOSE MY DAD AGAIN!”

His face turns into something pained, and while his hand reminds gripped in your hair to keep you there, he pulls back just enough for you to see him run a hand over his wet face. Right before he slammed it through the wall. You couldn’t help it, your body forced you to scream before your mouth stopped the voice, Jonah’s fist curling tightening and pulling your hair against your scalp as you continued to shout. He continued to punch the wall next to your head.

When Will burst through the door, everything went blank. As soon as Jonah was pulled off you, your body slid down the wall where you watched Will pummel Jonah. At some point, arms were wrapped around you, but you couldn’t tell if it was Rey or Frankie. Only the smell of weed narrowed it down.

You didn’t hear much, your ears ringing as you watched blood fly out of Jonah's mouth. Muffles words weren't as loud as the beats to Jonah's body. You were sure other people were in the room... there was shouting... but you couldn't see anything except Jonah going limp, only jolting weakly at each slam of Will's fists.

You aren’t even sure how you made it back to bed.

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[nickyrothfan]

What if everyone got super powers?

"What could it mean?" She raised her hand and looked at the mysterious object. Some person in a crow costume had come... was it a man? A woman? It left it as a sign of victory over Peterson. The strange thing was, Peterson had been collecting them... and the phrase "lose the coin, lose your life" sounded pretty ominous.

"Ugh..." She set it aside in the drawer. Tomorrow would be... a tough night. Nicky said he found something interesting.

"And again, the mysteries of this strange town..." With these thoughts, the heroine fell asleep.

Morning:

"Uaaaa!" She woke up and jumped out of bed. Her eyes fell on the drawer—nothing unusual: cosmetics, the coin, a purple stone... Wait, the purple stone?

"Where did it come from..." She grabbed it, could it be the crow left it again? But no note this time...

"What the heck..." She muttered, it seemed strange, and it was emitting a weird glow... and...

"What's this..." Without thinking, she placed it back in the drawer. She couldn't let her parents see it.

"Maybe Nicky knows about it..." The guy boasted that he kept an eye on everything around the neighborhood. Maybe...

"Or Ivan..." The guy was smart.

"I really need to call..." She picked up the phone and dialed Torre's number.

"Hello, Ivan?"

"Hey, Trinity."

"Listen, I'm sorry to call at this time, but... do you remember how I ended up with the coin?"

"Uh... yeah, actually I..."

"Listen, I woke up... and there's this glowing stone right on my drawer."

"That too?!"

"That too? You... you got one?"

"Uh, yeah... I woke up and saw it, it was yellow."

"Yellow? Mine's purple..."

"Purple?! Okay... what the heck is going on... I'll try to find out more about it, I'll tell you tomorrow at school." He hung up.

"Alright... what are you?" She held the stone in her hands, it was warm...

"Can I... mhh." It started to glow, and suddenly a flash of light enveloped her.

"Ow!" She grabbed her eyes, her hands no longer felt the stone.

"Ah..." When the effect finally passed, she looked around, the stone was nowhere to be found... what happened?

What was even stranger... she felt more energized? Stronger?

"What's going on..." She took a few steps and almost bumped into the wall.

"Wow..." She decided to stop, it was time to discuss this later.

At night:

A storm engulfed Raven Brooks again, but we should focus on one thing...

A scared boy stood before the bars that closed off the entrance to the abandoned amusement park. His face was full of panic; he remembered what happened there, and he remembered who created it.

"Hey!" A voice sounded from his right, and he jumped back, raising his hands and squealing.

"Why did it take you so long?" Nicky seemed... happy? Not exactly? He would lie if he said something definite. Truth be told, he had known about the big coin in the park for a while; he just wanted a break for himself... for her.

"You're a genius! This is a huge clue!" She ignored his question, pulling the coin out of her skirt pocket. Seriously? Did she not see that he was a bit out of it?

"Probably..."

"This creepy monster shows up in my room, leaves me a coin as a reward for taking down Peterson, and... you're not even listening to me." She pointed at the guy, who was now looking the other way and yawning.

"I couldn't sleep last night and..."

"Why? Mr. Peterson's in jail."

"And... I don't think I can do it." He shook his head. He was afraid. More than ever before, he didn't want to have anything to do with this, he didn't want to see HIM again... he'd haunted him the entire time he was in the basement, no matter how much he hid, HE always found him.

But now... his friend was in danger, and... he had to help, at least try.

"He really messed you up, huh, and I get it. I totally understand. Honestly, I kind of expected this, so..." Nicky felt someone poke him in the shoulder and turned around—Delroy?

"That's why I invited Delroy."

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no. He can't be a part of this." The brunet raised his hand in protest.

"Uh, you just admitted that you can't handle this. Trinity upgraded, so... you can leave." Delroy said haughtily.

"Because of you?" Nicky pointed his fingers at Delroy's chest.

"You weren't part of any of this."

"Oh yeah? Who blew up the school?"

"Mr. Peterson, numbnuts !"

"And who was there?"

"Me!"

"Enough! We need to work together." Trinity broke up the conflict between the two boys.

"Uh-huh..."

"You have no idea what we've been through. What I've been through." Nicky moved toward the bars, pushing the bulky guy a bit.

"I heard stuff at Peterson's, messed up stuff, from when he was a kid." He grabbed the bars.

"You're too scared to admit you're scared. Unlike you, I won't get caught." Those words angered the injured boy, and without thinking, he ran at the dark-skinned guy and shoved him. However, he didn't even budge and pushed him back, sending him into the bars again.

"Since when am I this strong?" Delroy wondered, could the stone he found in the morning be connected to this?

"Stop! You're...!" She didn't get to finish, because suddenly the wind picked up out of nowhere, and in the distance, they saw a figure in a crow costume.

"The creep from my room!" Without thinking, she ran after him.

Delroy glanced at Nicky, who was sitting against the bars, shrugged, and ran after her.

"Ugh..." Nicky groaned, why had they left him behind?

At that moment, the chase began. Trinity was closing in on Crowface, and to her surprise, she was faster than usual. Must be adrenaline.

"You won't get away!" She shouted, almost reaching him, but then fell when the ground slipped out from under her, though it didn't hurt...

"Ouch... mhh." She quickly got up and looked around; Crowface was standing before her, surrounded by crows.

"You won't get away!" She ran toward him again, Delroy was behind, watching everything.

He unleashed his feathered friends on them, and they were blinded. When they finally opened their eyes, he was gone.

Only one feather remained on the ground...

The next morning:

"This doesn't look like typical Crowface behavior... just, poof?" Ivan waved his fingers, as if expecting a more normal answer.

"Dude, he vanished..." Delroy began drinking lemonade.

"Uh, so we're just going to pretend you've been here the whole time?" Maritza pointed at Delroy, sitting at a desk, without a cast.

"Yeah, he's not part of the club." Nicky's disgruntled support arrived, and he wasn't even looking at anyone.

"Uh... the only reason you're here is punishment." Maritza said to him.

"Boom! Toasted to a crisp!"

"Anyway, catching one weird guy will do me good. I'm out." Maritza didn't want to dig deeper. Trinity and Enzo were eating cookies, grabbing them without looking, and in the end, the girl accidentally took one with sugar.

"Yeah, I think with Mr. Peterson gone, we're done. But if you still need help, I'll help with anything." Enzo twisted his foot on the spot, glancing at Trinity.

In the end, he got a ball in the face.

"I meant with homework or something..."

"Ivan!" Trinity rushed to him.

"Me?"

"You're brave!"

"Yeah, I am?"

"You love adventure!"

"I do?"

"You're in!"

"I'm in? I'm in!" Ivan was thrilled.

"You know, last time we needed all of us together. Are you really going to quit the game before it's over?"

"This is a dumb idea, but I'm not leaving." She looked around the room.

"I'm in." Delroy placed a hand on Trinity's shoulder.

"Drop it, this seems like a wrong turn." Nicky was still looking to the side.

"Only the right turns."

"New mission for the inventor's club in three! One, two, three!" They all raised their hands.

"By the way... Ivan, you..." Trinity looked at the engineer.

"Uh... yeah, I studied the stone... well, tried to, but the devices can't change the amount of energy in it, it's like it's limitless... what's stranger is that Enzo and Maritza have one too."

"What stone?" Nicky looked at the group, why wasn't he in the loop?

"Uh... well, we found some stones in our rooms yesterday. Mine was purple."

"My idiot brother's was red." Maritza pointed at Enzo.

"And I also had a blue one in my bag." She continued.

"I had a white one in my closet." Delroy, to everyone's surprise, spoke up.

"And when I touched it... it vanished." Trinity said, to which Delroy nodded.

"Wait, seriously?" Ivan's eyes widened, he always touched them with gloves.

"Let me try." Maritza rummaged through her bag and pulled out her stone, and a flash of light hit everyone in the room.

Enzo and Ivan did the same.

"I feel... amazing!" Enzo smiled. He felt so... strong, like he could move mountains!

"What the hell is going on?" Nicky looked around the room. First Crowface, now this...

[oblivious-troll]

Heheheheheh if I may relentlessly beg for a director's cut of ⭐Twisted Love⭐ plsplspls

I'm not sure if I've hallucinated the bit where Jason stalks Salim in the library, but are there any parts you had to edit out? What are you looking forward to writing (spoil as much or as little as you want, no pressure). Also freebie to gush about anything else!

I actually did write a long ass chapter with Jason stalking Salim from morning to bed, which did include a section of Jason being a creep at Salim's job, following him around the library and watching/listening to him through shelves... but my computer crashed and deleted a majority of the work so I never ended up posting more than a little sketch

The reason I haven't been posting any updates recently is actually because I've been rewriting the earlier chapters and adding things that I'll eventually post probably as a second fic so things don't get confusing

There's a lot of creepy Jason things I edited out of pretty much every chapter because I didn't want him to be overwhelming 👀. A lot of scenes with Jason continuously entering Salim's home, more of what he did to him/his room unconscious. I also got rid of a lot of heavy Salim/Dar moments because I wasn't convinced people really cared to read the Dalim stuff lol

Bonus stuff and Spoilers below :)

In my original story idea Salim and Dar get abducted, but so did Zain alongside them. I wanted to have Salim be constantly tortured by the idea that Jason could do something to Zain and he'd be helpless to stop him and may have to watch like he had to with Dar. Zain would have been kept separated in the laundry room and held there, only let out as a reward for good behaviour from Salim and for only a short while.

Eventually Zain was saved from Jason for multiple reasons; I didn't want Jason hurting a kid/don't think Salim would develop feelings for Jason if he did, plus I think with Zain there, Salim would have something outside of Jason that would keep him sane; I wanted to isolate Salim; I wanted someone with a strong connection to Salim to fight for him being found, and I think police and media would develop a very soft spot for Zain more so than Clarice; and I didn't want to traumatize Zain too bad, got to leave that for his baba :]

As for what I'm looking forward to writing, I'm most excited to really work on Salim's mentality. I really want to have him go from a man who knows life is hard but loves to live it, someone who loves people and the world and knows he's a good dad... and I want to make him into a man who is afraid of the world, the only one who wants to protect him, the only one who loves him is Jason. Was he really a good dad? Maybe Zain is safer in another family's hands, can provide more for him. He's safe with Jason and no one else.

I'm excited to write Salim falling in love with Jason, starting from craving the comforting touches, to enjoying their talks, to liking the sex, and then realizing one day how much Jason really loves him and that it is so selfish of him to not have loved him back until now.

All the while his consciousness gradually forgets about Dar, rewriting him as the villain, believing all Jason's lies. He erases his murder entirely from his mind, it's both easier to forget and fits better into his carefully crafted reality.

I'm also excited to write the ending too, where Salim's saved but is he really? He's in therapy, Jason's in jail. Everyone is saying Jason's a bad guy and Salim's been rescued, but all Salim can see is that the love of his life has been taken from him, that everyone looks at him like he's fragile, that he's forced back out there into an unsafe and scary world.

The worst part is the people who 'saved' him won't even let him have his son back. He's too unwell they say, he needs more therapy, needs more time in the mental ward until he can really remember what's happened to him and move on. He's a danger to himself, unhealthy, scared of everything and everyone.

At least they let Zain visit, an hour a day, not on weekends. His foster home always takes him after school. Salim cries every time he lays eyes on his son and every time he has to say goodbye. He won't stop saying 'I love you's and hugging him tight like he's afraid to go another many years without seeing him again.

Because I'm not evil, I probably wouldn't end the story there, I would add an additional chapter or two where Salim does eventually get out of the psych ward... or maybe I will be evil and write that he relapses when Jason's released years later >:) who knows lol

[panjakes]

Spiderman!jungwon x black reader🧍🏽‍♀️

I seen something on Instagram I need it lol

Yn sat outside on her fire escape drawing away on her iPad. It was currently night and a tad bit chilly. Yn clutched her sweater as she looked down at the bright screen.

“Drawing again?”

She looks up with a small smile.

“You know it Spidey” she says tapping the apple pen on the edge of the iPad

“I told you not to call me that”

“Well calling you Spider-Man is just a hassle” she says with a small giggle causing the hero to roll his eyes, not that she could see

“Whatever you say Yn” he says jumping down from the railing and into the chair besides Yn

“Where you coming from?” She asks going back to her drawing

“The corner store. Nothing big. What’re you drawing?” He asks

“This guy I like” she says tilting the iPad in his direction

His eyes go wide at the very amazing drawing of him.

“W-who’s this?” He asks

“His names Jungwon. We’ve been friends for a while” Yn says smiling

“You like this guy?” He asks

“I do actually. He’s a really cool guy” Yn says leaning on his shoulder making him blush

“W-why don’t you ask him out?”

“I don’t think he likes me at least not like how I like him. Plus he’s always with this other girl. Maybe he likes her” she says shrugging

“Maybe he doesn’t”

“I’ll never know. I’m pretty content with the relationship between us”she says shrugging

“You’ll never know unless you ask Yn”

“I know, I’m just to afraid. Is there anybody you like spidey?” Yn asks after yawning

“There is actually” he says looking over at her with a small smile

“What’s she like?” She asks

“She’s a lot like you really. She’s pretty, very kind, she’s really funny, she’s so fucking smart and- are you listening?” He looks over seeing Yn leaning on his shoulder sleep.

“You always do this, not that I mind” he mumbles picking up the darkskin girl and taking her into her room.

He softly lays her down in the pale blue sheets and covers. He stood there and watched her for a moment and not in a creepy way. He sighs before leaving out the window and closing it.

Taking one last look at the sleeping girl, he swings back to his dorm.

“Hey, you were out later than usual” Heeseung says taking off his gaming headset

“Yn likes me” Jungwon says snatching off his mask

“Oh shit. How do you know?” He asks pausing the game

“She just told me! Well she just told Spider-Man” Jungwon says stripping from his suit

“How’d that come about?” Heeseung asks

“She drew a picture of me a-and she thinks I like Marie” he says

“Doesn’t she know Marie’s my girlfriend?” Heeseung asks with a raised brow

“No she doesn’t fuck what am I going to do?” Jungwon asks sitting on his bed

“Well, don’t you like her too?”

“Yeah, I do” Jungwon says laying down on the bed

“Well now that you have this new found information…act on it” Heeseung says going back to his game

“Act on it” Jungwon mumbles as he pulls the blankets over his body

“How do I do that?” Jungwon mumbles as he falls asleep

The next day…

Jungwon found it hard to focus as he kept remembering the conversation he and Yn had. The conversation they had with him as Spider-Man.

“Jungwon? You okay?” Marie asks as they walk the halls of the school

“Just thinking” he says looking around and making eye contact with Yn. She gives him a big smile and wave before walking to her destination

“About her?” She asks causing him to nod

“What’s stopping you from ask her out?” Marie asks genuinely confused

“The two separate relationships we have. She has feelings for Jungwon but will she have feelings for spiderman?” He asks in a whisper

“You’ll never know unless you ask. I’ll catch up with you later” she says leaving Jungwon alone in the halls with his thoughts

He sighs pulling out his phone shooting Yn a quick text

To Yn🤎🐝: Meet at the ice cream parlor. Please

Yn🤎🐝:I’ll be there

Jungwon sighs as he rushes out the school and to the ice cream parlor.

“So what do you want to meet me here?” Yn asks paying for her ice cream

“Let’s sit down first” Jungwon says as he was next in line to pay. Once he pays the two pick a table seat by the window

“I love the ice cream here!” Yn says dramatically making Jungwon smile

“I know that���s why I told you to meet me here” he says

“No it’s not” Yn says putting down the green plastic spoon

“It’s not?” Jungwon asks with a raised brow

“No. It’s not. You have something to tell me” she says making Jungwon groan.

He hated how Yn could just read a person or the room and just know what the real was.

“I do. I do have something to tell you, well more like ask” he says wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans

“Go ahead, we’re friends you can ask me anything” Yn says making Jungwon groan

That friend word. He hated it as of right now.

“That’s it Yn. I-I don’t want to be your friend anymore” he says causing the girl to tilt her head in confusion

“What’re you saying?” She ask with a frown

“What I’m saying is…I-I like you Yn and I know you like me” he says

“How do you know?” She asks with wide eyes

“You Uh…you make it really obvious?” He says in more of a questionable tone

“Huh? Really?” Yn asks folding her arms

“Yeah…but that’s not what the conversation is about” Jungwon says scratching his head and looking off to the side

“So what is it about?” Yn asks

“Us…our relationship or p-possible relationship” Jungwon says blushing

“Okay, speak on it” Yn says wanting to hear exactly what Jungwon wanted

“I, yn- Yn I really do like you and I have for a while” Jungwon says, his eyes now meeting Yn’s

“Really? What do you like about me?” Yn asks smiling making Jungwon laugh a little

“Well for starters your really smart. I’m passing geometry because of you” he says making the dark skin girl smile as she flips the long braids over her shoulders

“Well I mean I am rocking with a 4.0 GPA” she says making him laugh again

“And I’m proud of you. Your also really pretty, talented, passionate, caring, and warm-hearted. Your my breath of fresh air Yn” Jungwon says making the girl gush

“Your breath of fresh air?” Yn asks

“Yes. My breath of fresh air. I really like you and I want to make our friendship a relationship” Jungwon says grabbing both her hands

The girl raises a brow looking down at their hands before looking back up at Jungwon. When Jungwon seen her face he snatched his hands back before nervously laughing

“I mean! That’s only if you want to! Like I’m not trying to rush it or force it!” Jungwon starts rambling

Yn laughs before grabbing his hands again.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Yn asks

“I Uh- yeah. Only if you want to be” Jungwon says with a nervous smile

“Of course. Took you long enough” Yn says with a groan

“What? I had to prepare myself!” Jungwon says as they both start laughing

1 down…1 more to go.

Yn sat on her fire escape with her iPad this time scrolling on tiktok. It had been about month since she and Jungwon got together and the month had to be the best of both of their lives.

The more and more she and Jungwon hung out the less she saw spiderman. It made her frown just a bit because she saw him as a friend. She saw comfort in him

“Drawing again?”

“No. On the clock app” Yn says not looking up knowing who it was

“So what’s up with you?”

“Same old same old. School and work” Yn says shrugging

“Oh yeah, you’ll be a junior next year right?”

“Mhm” she says finally looking up

“Are you okay?”

“Just fine” the girl says looking up at the upside down person

“You sure? Your unusually quiet”

Yn shrugs standing up from the chair. She stands in front of the guy before staring into the white eyes of the suit.

“Seriously Yn what’s going on? Your being weird”

Yn gives him a smile before reaching out pulling down the mask only a little bit to expose his lips

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shh. Let me do my thing” she says making the masked hero nod slowly

Her hands came up to hold his cheeks allowing her thumbs to softly rub over the material of the mask.

She leans in connecting her lips to his defiantly shocking him. But the shock didn’t last long because he started kissing back.

Yn pulls away from the kiss, her thumb running over his bottom lip.

“W-why’d you do that?” He asks

Yn smiles again before taking the whole mask off revealing Jungwon. Her boyfriend

“Because I knew it was my boyfriend under that mask” she says making his eyes go wide

He comes down from his upside down position to stand in front of Yn.

“You knew? I was spiderman?” He asks

“I knew before you asked me to be your girlfriend” she says making his eyes go wider

“W-what? How?!” He asks

“I had my suspicions at first but then I remember spider man getting put on his neck fighting a villain and you have a bruise on your neck” Yn says making Jungwon smack his lips

“That could mean anything” Jungwon says

“A villain bragged about stabbing spiderman on his arm. You have a cut on your arm. You also have a tendency to leave our hangouts when there’s a crime going on” Yn says smirking

“Okay fine. Yes I’m spider man” he says

“I already knew baby” Yn says

“Does this change anything?” Jungwon asks bitting his lip,now worried

Yn giggles before wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking his lips

“Of course not, I just want you to be safe” Yn says looking at Jungwon in the eyes

Jungwon wraps his right arm around her waist, taking her left hand into his and placing a kiss on it.

“I have to be careful now, especially now that I have you to come back too” he says making Yn smile

“Your so cheesy” she says making him roll his eyes

“Whatever Yn, please tell me you cooked? I’m starving” he says rubbing his stomaching walking through Yn’s bedroom window

“I made burgers” she says shrugging

“Bacon and cheese?” He asks as he takes off the suit

“Lettuce and tomatoes too” Yn says making him groan. He follows Yn to the kitchen who was already putting the burger together

“Your the best baby” he says pecking her cheek

“I know” she says smiling

I enjoyed writing this so whoever requested this thank you!! Continue to request things like this please!!!

Tagging @kairoot and @jamalsblackwife cause I know they were excited for this one🧍🏽‍♀️😭

[kissorkill16]

How I Got My Golden Stone: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The gang talks about how they got their stones.

It had been weeks after Trinity was in a sugar coma, and she hadn't seen or been able to get a hold of her friends. She left probably dozens of texts in their group chat, but no one answered.

As she waited for at least one of them to respond to her, she had been getting better at controlling her powers. She learned how to make things float by just waving her hands, she learned how to make a forcefield, and she had learned what other spells she could do.

She kept track of all of the spells she learned in one of her school notebooks that she didn't really use.

She still waited for her friends to respond to her texts, but still no one answered.

Then one day, she saw Enzo in the hallway. She ran to him, grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him, long and deep. When she pulled away, he was a red, stuttering mess.

"T-Trinity?"

"Golden Apple Amusement Park, 8:00 sharp. Tell the gang, don't be late."

She let him go and walked away from him, leaving her boyfriend standing in the middle of the hallway, still a mess.

8:00, the gang was waiting at the front entrance of the park. Maritza stood against the fence, Enzo paced around in circles, Ivan kept peeking through the fence, and Delroy also leaned against the fence like Maritza.

"Man, can we not meet at the mall or something?", said Delroy.

"Too many watchers."

Ivan jumped up and hid behind Delroy.

"At least here, only one freak might be spying.", said a voice, and when the one talking stepped through the fence, they all saw that it was Trinity. "Crowface."

Ivan smiled at her, "I knew it! You believed it, don't you?"

Trinity nodded.

Delroy pushed Ivan away, nearly making him fall over.

"So glad you're okay, babe!", said Enzo. "We were worried that -"

"You were worried, Romeo.", said Maritza. Her brother shushed her as she laughed.

Trinity looked around, "Did you guys bring Nicky?", she asked.

The gang looked at her, everyone's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Maritza rolled her eyes, "Oh don't worry about us! We're all just freaked out and under attack, but thanks for not asking.", she sarcastically said.

Trinity sighed, "Sorry, Mari.", she said. "What happened back that week?"

"Right after you said "I ain't afraid of this Crowface guy!", you ate floor in a sugar coma.", said Maritza. "And we got a call from the cops saying our parents got straight up -"

"Animal attacked!", said Enzo, interrupting his sister.

He began to explain how their parents told him and Maritza that they were just trying to have a nice walk together in the park, and then they just got attacked by squirrels.

"Evidently, the local wildlife is...really wild.", said Enzo.

"Police called it a random animal incident.", said Maritza, "Y'know, a totally random squirrel massacre."

"Mom and Dad had to get rabies shots."

Maritza held up 4 fingers and pointed to her side, "4 shots, right in the gut.", she said.

Trinity looked at her in confusion, "Really? I don't think -"

Then Enzo showed her something he took out of his pocket, "And that creepy cop, Kornwell, gave them a ticket for feeding them too."

Trinity tapped her chin as she thought, "Kornwell?", she asked. "The same cop who stole coins from Mr. Peterson's house?"

Enzo shrugged, "I guess so. Yeah, I think that's the same cop. But those coins don't really feel as important as the stone Crowface gave you.", he said. "No offense."

Trinity pulled the stone from her pocket and gave it a close look, then she looked back at Enzo and Maritza. "Did you see any of those coins or stones on your parents?", she asked.

Maritza pointed at her brother, who was as red as a tomato. "He was too busy freaking out.", she said. Then she took out something from her pocket, "But I found this in our dad's fanny pack!"

"Ha! She said fanny.", said Delroy, Ivan elbowed him in the stomach.

"And when I touched it, I suddenly felt a weird, awesome rush of adrenaline. Me and Enzo were the first ones to get here!", said Maritza. She handed the stone to her brother and began to run circles around her brother, and the trail she left started to catch fire, making Enzo jump back.

Wherever there was fire, Enzo jumped and twisted out of the way super fast.

Trinity just watched the show before her.

Maritza stood triumphantly when she was done running, and Enzo landed on his feet with his hands in the air when he was done flipping. Then the extinguished.

"That was extraordinary.", said Trinity.

"Yeah, and as an added bonus power, I got this weird tingling in my head that warns me of danger before it even strikes me. Like, Maritza tried to trip me with her speed on the way here, but I dodged every single time.", said Enzo, dusting himself off. "We're sorry we ignored your messages, Trinity. But we were just trying to get used to these weird new powers, and trying to take care of our parents."

Delroy stood forward, getting a closer look at the stone Enzo held in his hands, and his eyes widened.

"Hold up!", he said. "That right there is some freaky ass -"

He paused for a moment before he continued, looking at Enzo and Maritza.

"Same time your phones rang, I got a call from my auntie.", he said. "My dog, Dog, broke his chain and was running around the neighborhood."

"You named your dog Dog?", asked Ivan.

"Yeah, he don't care.", said Delroy. He continued telling his story. "Somebody said they saw something on Mulberry street,...it was a dead dog. Literally."

Trinity's eyes widened. She felt so sorry for Delroy now that she knew why he hadn't been responding to the group chat texts she's been leaving. And her heart practically jumped out of her body when he said that the old taxidermist, Mr. Kinander picked up his dead dog.

"Animal control took the body, but I knew it was him.", then he took out a shiny, gold stone with a chain attached to it. "Because I gave this to him last week."

Trinity looked closer at the stone in Delroy's hands.

"If you're about to ask how I got my powers, I bought this chain off of him a few years ago, and when I touched it, I could lift more than I weigh.", said Delroy.

To prove it, he gave his stone to Ivan and picked him, Trinity, Enzo and Maritza up by their waists and held them on either sides of his shoulders.

"Holy crap!", said Enzo. "You have super strength?! All thanks to the creepy taxidermist?"

"Yeah.", said Delroy. "And are you saying my dog's getting stuffed?"

As he put everyone down, Trinity came to a realization as she pulled out her phone. "So you've had these powers for a while now?", she asked. Delroy nodded.

Trinity pulled up an old photo of Mr. Peterson's map, and zoomed in on Otto Kinander's photo.

"He's on Peterson's map.", she said. "Maybe he has something to do with the stones and the coins, and that's why Peterson attacked him!"

"Your theory is intriguing, but...", said Ivan as he turned to look at his friends, "The disaster that befell me tops all the others."

The gang listened intently.

"I got called into the Inventor's Club by Mr. Murtaugh, to take down my can lid launcher due to a...small safety issue.", he said. "Of course, I obliged. But then Principal Abanate came to check on the smoke, and when she opened the door, whammo!"

Trinity's eyes widened.

"Murtaugh thought I set up some booby trap to stop snoopers, but I told him I would never! I'm a straight A student, not like some...Nicky or something!", he said.

Trinity rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"They wanted to know who else in the club could've done it since, y'know, Trinity was in a sugar coma and everyone else was gone.", he said. "I didn't blame Nicky, but I think they wanted me to."

Then Ivan pulled out a shiny gold stone. It looked the same as the rest of the gang's.

"I saw this embedded into the chalkboard, and when I pulled it out, I felt my IQ getting higher and higher, and I could suddenly hear what everyone was thinking.", he said, "Enzo and Maritza, you two have super speed and enhanced senses and agility, Delroy has super strength, and I have enhanced intelligence and telepathic abilities."

"Wow.", said Trinity.

Delroy rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, that's cool and all, but back to your story.", he started. "Sounds like Abanate got pained. How's that bad for you?"

Ivan stormed up to him and yelled in his face. "She suspended me until they could conduct a full investigation!", he said. "Do you know how bad that looks?!"

"Oh no, not your permanent record!", Maritza sarcastically said, putting her arms in the air.

"Our parents nearly got -"

"Nibbled to death?"

"THERE ARE NO ANTIBIOTICS FOR MY REPORT CARD!"

As the rest of the gang bickered, Trinity just stood to the side, thinking about all of this. Her and her friends all had superpowers now, all thanks to the one touch of a golden stone they kept finding in random places.

But why did they find them?

How did they get there?

What could they mean?

[saltydoesstuff]

"Amber Eyes" Feral Mikey x Reader

Since I can figure out how to make posts longer I figured I can finally post this here to. It's a couple months old so don't mind the bad writing--

((All characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise)) (CW: mentions of nightmares/sleep paralysis) -------------------------------------------------------------

Huh. You almost forgot how many things you could see when you stared blankly at a flat surface. The subtle grooves in the paint making it seem like there were little funky creatures there. Of course, they were harder to spot when looking at the ceiling- and it was dark-- but that wasn't the point. The point, if any, is that it made a good distraction.

From what? The man in the corner of your room. You couldn't see him well, he blended in with the dark very well- but you could feel his gaze on you. He was watching you, waiting. For what? It's not like you could move at the moment. All you could do is breath harshly through your nose, trying to wake yourself up. It wasn't real, you knew that. It didn't stop the fear though. It didn't stop your heart from pumping in your ears, it didn't stop the heavy sense of dread that felt like it was going to make your chest cave in-- it didn't stop the strong urge to cry out for help. You think what makes it worse is that you can't. So when it all went away, and you opened your eyes again for real- a choked gasp left your lips.

You gripped the blankets that kept you warm, pulling them more over your body like it would protect you. You didn't look around at first, just staring ahead while your body tried to calm down from what feels like a marathon. You hated when this happened. Even worse when there was something with you during. At least the man wasn't on top of you, like how it usually went. After a long moment, you quickly scanned your room to make sure there was nothing there. Corners? Nope. Closet? Also no. The window that had amber eyes staring at you? No- WAIT--

This time a shriek made it's way out, and you undignifiedly got tangled in your blankets while trying to get up and away from the eyes- crashing onto the floor with a thump and a grunt of pain. You heard the window open, and worried sounding chittering followed with the soft clicking of claws against the hardwood. You looked up warily to see Mikey, confused and a bit concerned at your situation. You sighed in relief to see it was just him, giving him a weak smile. "H-Hey buddy, how about we don't stare at people through their windows at night eh? It's creepy."

Mikey chirped and chittered again, but you couldn't understand him. You couldn't understand any of the turtles yet, but they seemed to have some understanding of what you say- if them trying to copy your words tell you anything. The turtle made it over to you and tugged on the blankets that you were currently tangled up in, helping you get unstuck. You appreciated the help, sitting up with a huff, "Thanks.. What are you even doing here? It's the middle of the night."

Mikey copied your huff, mixing in a chuff and pointed a claw at you. "Me?" He nodded, making a softer series of chirps, "Chiirr.. rrrrf-ear." "Fear? You.. saw me afraid?" He nodded again, then glanced around your room- seemingly trying to find the source of what made you scared. You found it endearing, that he wanted to check in on you. Even if he nearly scared you to death in doing so. How were you supposed to explain sleep paralysis to him though? Have any of them experienced it before? You shook her head and smiled gently, "Don't worry, I just had a bad dream." He could understand that, right?

You've experienced Raph having a nightmare once, poor guy was thrashing and snapping at the air in his sleep- clutching his left shoulder. You always wondered what had happened there, the giant dragging teeth marks.. Raph was a big guy, what could have hurt him like that? You tried to not think about it much.

Mikey looked back at you, regarding your expression for a moment. You must have not looked fine to him, because before you fully registered what was happening you were being picked up by your underarms. He maneuvered you gently into a princess carry, and hopped onto your bed. The bed groaned in protest at his weight, but Mikey didn't seem to pay any mind. He held you close to his plastron, resting his chin on top of your head. You blinked, wiggling slightly in his arms to try and get more comfortable. Mikey let you, loosening his hold just enough until you settled- then tightened his hold again. This was happening you supposed. You knew better than to try and escape his cuddles when he wanted them, if you knew anything about the box turtle was that he was persistent. All of them were when they wanted something.

You let out a sigh, resting your head against his chest, "I take it you're going to be staying, then?" He chuffed quietly in response, nuzzling his snout into your hair. They were always so careful how they handled you, so mindful just how different you were compared to them. It warmed your heart to know that they cared about you, that he cared about you like this. You rubbed his upper arm slightly, giving it a small squeeze to show your appreciation towards his gentleness, "I'll take that as a yes."

You could hear his heartbeat through his plastron, it beating steadily. Strongly. It was soothing to hear, but it also made you wonder just how thick their plastron was to be able to hear it so clearly. You'd have to remember to ask later down the line, when you had better ways of communicating with them all. You had no idea how long you both stayed like that, or when your eyelids started to get heavy and close. But when you opened them again, you found yourself in the middle of a turtle pile with all four brothers you had grown close to over the last six months. You supposed the other three grew worried when they couldn't find their youngest brother and went looking for him.

You glanced up at Mikey, whom had fallen asleep at some point throughout the night. He was still holding you securely, his cheek resting against the top of your head. He looked so peaceful like this, even a bit goofy with how his face was semi smushed against your head. You forgot all about the man in the corner. He didn't matter so long as you had Mikey with you.