#like I'll just be sitting kn my bed

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I can't stop quoting au where homer is in pain

[h-170]

Cockwarming g!p kkura while she's playing a game >.< !!

the most asked fic but can never get enough of!!!1!1! 😫😭

also i apologize for the cringe title but ahem i didnt have any fucking ideas... also i think it looks a bit rushed?? idk 😭

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“Me or the PS5?”

g!p (sub? dom? who am i) Sakura Miyawaki x female reader

Smut (+ crumb of angst?)

Cockwarming

Making out

Marking (hickeys...)

Dirty talk

Cock riding

Mentions of pregnancy (?)

Pet names:3

why does the parrot emoji appear when i type dirty talk... oh wait its just for talk oops 🦜

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"Seriously, you're starting to piss me off, Kkura."

"Look, I'm sorry, I kn-"

"I don't wanna hear it!"

Well, you were fuming. Sakura's schedule was full as always and she comes home when you're asleep; you practically never see her. Until tonight, you were somehow able to stay awake – or it's just that she came home slightly earlier – and you had to confront her about this.

"I'm tired, you know? I feel like I'm alone in this house."

"I understand, Y/N. But I can't-"

"This isn't only for me, Kkura, you're tiring yourself too! Is there really no way you can-"

"No! Okay? I can't! It's how my schedule is, being an idol isn't easy!"

Her sudden outburst made you feel guilty. It's true, you were kind of selfish and wanted her all to yourself- but wait, were you selfish? You weren't seeing her at all! However, you were also looking after her, so...

You both sigh, Sakura rubbing her temples. She was tired, like you, and you had to do something about it.

"Can we... Just go to sleep? I'm tired."

You unclench your fists and nod quietly, both of you heading upstairs.

Days pass and you never really spoke about the situation anymore since Sakura's outburst was the thing that shut you up. But then one afternoon, you come back from the grocery store and enter the house to sound...? Faint music?

You slowly make your way upstairs and-

"Wha..."

Sakura, right there, on your bed, playing a game with a PS5 controller in her hands.

"Kkura?"

"Oh, hey, baby."

"Why are you home so early?"

Sakura explains that she took what you said about tiring herself out into consideration and decided to ask for a day or two off, which actually made you quite surprised.

"...so... You took days off to game?"

Sakura laughs.

"You weren't home, so, heh- I was just enjoying myself."

"Since you're here, can we cuddle, please? I missed you so much."

Sakura smiles guiltily.

"Can I... Finish this round first...?

You climb on the bed and smack her shoulder.

"Are you serious?! Sakura! Come on!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just... Please, I'm so close."

"Close to what?!"

"Finishing!"

You look at the screen, and she's at the second phase of some boss fight. You look back at your focused girlfriend, pouting.

"So it's the PS5 you're choosing over me?"

"Love, don't be like that... I'll do whatever you want after this, promise."

You smirk.

"You know, cuddles can wait, but... I kinda wanna punish you."

"Uh... Huh?"

"How 'bout you finish that game while I make you finish inside me?"

As the boss does some long animation for a super attack, Sakura looks at you, her cheeks flushed as you pull down her pants and boxers in one go.

"You're not gonna give me head while playing, right? You're not that evil..."

She gulps, preparing herself as the animation is almost over, no longer looking at you.

"Nah, I'm planning on doing something much worse."

That made Sakura's mind 'unfocus' and she barely dodges the attack, making her heart skip a beat at the fear of almost losing to that. While she was panicking, you were already undressed, sitting on her cock and taking it all at once.

"Fuck- Y/N! You-"

"Shhh, don't focus on me now, or you might lose~"

Sakura groans, tilting her head to the side as she wraps her arms around you, controller on your back as you hug her. Your hands slide inside her oversized shirt, roaming on her creamy back, making her shiver because they were cold.

Your lips find their way on her neck, kissing the warm skin. Sakura's mouth being next to your ear made you hear every single breath and whimper and gasp and moan, literally any sound she made.

"Y/N- Since when did you become so tight?"

"That's because you aren't fucking me so often."

As the third phase begins, you hear Sakura moan as you suck a hickey on her neck then she giggles.

"So you're saying you want me to fuck you more?"

You clench around her cock at her words, smirking as you lick the mark you just gave her. You definitely missed feeling her cock hitting you deep inside your pussy, and the memories coming back to you made you feel all hot and sweaty.

"Maybe~"

You plant a kiss on her cheek, teasingly clenching around her dick. She was so focused on her game, it made you wonder how she didn't just throw her controller and started fucking you yet. She must really like her game...

Your hands snake up to her chest, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, it just made the whole thing much easier for you. You squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between your fingers. You just do that for a few moments, hearing Sakura moan and squirm underneath you. And then, a cutscene comes up.

"Your lips look so dry, baby."

"So?"

"How about I take care of them for you, mm?"

And with that, you pull her in a deep kiss, to which she surprisingly doesn't hesitate. Controller in one hand, she runs her second one down to your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks as she lifts you up maybe like one millimeter, then back down, as if telling you to fuck yourself on her dick. But you don't, kissing her even harder now.

"That desperate?"

"Fuck you."

It was now her turn to squeeze your breasts, taking one in hand but having difficulties to squeeze it correctly because of your bra. Unfortunately, she couldn't remove it as she couldn't risk both her hands being busy.

It was kinda funny if you think about it; both of you are just making out while you grind on her cock with random people talking in the background because of Sakura's game.

Sakura now runs her hand on your back, pulling you closer to her body as she feels you clench and clench around her nonstop. You could feel her smirk against your lips, and you couldn't help but smirk back.

It was true she might lose this game because of you, but... She would enjoy the way you're making her lose.

"You're always unsatisfied, Y/N."

"Can you blame me?"

She scoffs and thrusts upwards, making you gasp and tighten your grip around her. The cutscene was finally over so the game gained her focus again, leaving you breathless and dangerously close to cumming. You could tell she was also close by how big her cock became.

"K-Kku...~"

"Ngh- Just a second..."

"Please... Please, let me...~"

Your needy and hot voice in her ear made her gush out more precum inside you that you can assume she already came, but she didn't. All you could hear were your joint heartbeats, heavy breathing, soft moans and game sound effects.

"Sakura-"

"Y/N, just a minute."

"Please, so close~"

"Fuck, Y/N..."

"Cum inside me..."

Sakura's sick throbbed at that, and you moan at the feeling.

"Please... Please, just lose, I'll help you beat that level, you know I'm good at it..."

Well, it wasn't a lie, but Sakura stays stubborn. You jolt your hips forward, making Sakura moan.

"Damnit! Y/N, I-"

"Please, I'm a good girl...~"

You kept begging, but she wasn't listening. Just ignoring you seemed like a good plan to her, but little did you know it was so hard to ignore you.

You gave up, honestly. You knew how Sakura was with her games.

"You're really making me wait..."

"I'm gonna beat it."

"I told you I'd help you, I just wanna cum..."

"I know you don't like the game, that's why I'm beating it now."

You pause to process her words, blushing slightly. Did Sakura really just make you wait for that? Well, it was sweet, you had to say that.

And then, what seemed like an eternity, she beat the game, a golden 'Victory' appearing on the screen. Quickly, she goes back to the main menu and tosses the controller on the other side of the bed, holding your hips and slamming you down on her cock.

"Aaah~! Fuck! You could've warned me!"

"Sorry, princess, but I'm getting damn impatient here~"

Your whole body was bouncing; head, breasts, ass... The perfect view for Sakura. She loved seeing you go wild on her cock.

"So, you wanna cum, huh? Cum for me, baby."

"C-Cum inside me, please, please..."

"Aww, missed my cum? Don't worry, pretty, I'm gonna fill you up good."

Continuing her assault on your pussy, she forces your upper body down to give you a hickey as she starts grinding you back and forth on her length.

"There, we're equal now~"

You'd smile, embarrassed, meeting her lips in another heated kiss. Hands everywhere, she smacks your ass twice, full palms on cheeks, causing loud slapping sounds to echo in the room. Gosh, you loved that.

Your tongues were wrapped around one another, your lips red and sore as you continue your make out session.

"I... I c-can't take anymore~"

"Mm? Okay~"

She breaks the kiss and starts fucking you again – well, forcing you to ride her cock, actually – feeling your cunt tighten and soak her dick.

"I'm gonna fill you up real good."

She looks deep into your eyes.

"Gonna let you have my kids, how 'bout that?"

"Fuck, Kkura, give them to me!"

With one last thrust, she makes you sit on her lap, balls deep inside you as she explodes, releasing all her cum in your cunt. You cum around her, soaking her lap and dick, both of you moaning so loud, your voice cracking like crazy.

You collapse on top of her as she lays down on her back, her cock slipping out of you because you were so damn wet. She chuckles.

"Like the background music? It's really romantic, mm?"

The 'action' hype music along with her sarcasm makes you chuckle in turn.

"Definitely."

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me and the PS5 least you know where I'ma be at night 🗣️

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Their Guilty Pleasures

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COD Men Headcanons

Add two special guests

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König

Junk food

Cheats on his diet about every week

He can’t help it

“König I bought some donuts!!” His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts

“You did?” He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows he’s going to devour those donuts in one sitting

“Yep,” his partner have him a soft smile

Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving he’s ever had and those donuts were calling his name

He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts

“Scheiß (shit),” he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter

Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They weren’t confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them

They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.

“KÖNIG!!”

He jolts up to only realize what he did

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Ghost

Harry Potter

When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves

At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox

Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come

He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to

It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school

When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch

"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."

"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."

"Could I watch with you?"

"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."

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Price

Legos

Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids

He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously

He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent

"John, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."

Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working

"The sinks broken."

"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."

"The heater stopped."

"I'll fix it later."

"Can you change my oil?"

"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"

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Soap

Stuffed Animals

I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom

Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir

He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko

Germany? A stuffed goat

Australia? A stuffed kangaroo

He just needs one

If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.

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Alejandro

True Crime

The man like true crime documents

He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house

He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling

"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.

"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.

He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media

"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.

"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."

"Did they say knife or gun?"

"Rope."

"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."

He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?

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Gaz

Anime

He loves it

His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan

Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit

Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.

He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break

He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man

Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could

If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment

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Alex

Garlic Bread

It's...every...restaurant...

"Do you have garlic bread?"

"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"

"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"

"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.

His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up

"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.

"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."

"You're gonna become one soon."

"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"

"Oh you ass-"

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Barrage

Video Games

NERD! I'm kidding

He loves to relax and play video games

Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them

Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.

"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"

"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."

He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it

His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more

Is he loud when he dies...yes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"

He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.

An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.

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Keegan

Books

Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o

He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading

He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy

One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions

He likes series books

Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets

He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week

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Nikto

Technology

He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix

He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now

Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge

Camera acting funny? He's got you covered

Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it

He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one

Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)

[tokkiiibunny]

Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

04: Glory and Gore

Warnings: Mention of dead/murder, Mind games, swearing, Emotional instability, Mention of sexual favors.

Words: 2 k

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We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves

Roughing up our minds, so we're ready when the kill time comes

"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

One day he calls you a whore and the next he's in your bedroom... for a school project!

The week progressed quickly, in the blink of an eye it was already Friday. Although you tried hard to run away from megumi, he was already your "official" seatmate, Not that either of us had anyone else to sit next to, and so was Official the fact that he had no intention of talking to you.

He never responded to your morning greetings And the rest of the day he was silent, the only time he talk to you was on Wednesday when you asked him to borrow a pencil and he just said "what kind of idiot doesn't bring a pencil to school?" and he didn't lend you a shit.

And perhaps it would have remained that way if it were not for the assignment of a homework in pairs, the teacher made it clear that everyone would do it with their seatmate. Megumi was the only one to ask if he could do it alone, but the teacher left him no choice.

"Hmm" You tried to start. "What a day is okay for you?" you asked in a shy tone, perhaps because of how rude he had behaved that last week or because of the grumpy frown on his face thanks to the teacher's refusal.

"Tomorrow. 3 p.m. your place." He didn't ask for your opinion, his words were instructions and you probably wouldn't have argued if it weren't for the fact that tomorrow you would spend the day with Choso.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I have plans." and he let out a scoff.

"What's more important than this year's first project?"

"Well, I'm not saying it's more important." Maybe for you it was a little more important. "But I already have plans for tomorrow and I find it rude to cancel a day before." That and the fact that you hadn't seen Choso since the beginning of summer, you missed him and the texts and night calls were not enough. "We could do it today after school or on Sunday."

"I can't."

"Why do you mean you can't?" You give him back the same answer that he gave you, although in a joking and friendly tone, it was just a joke that you didn't think of but you immediately regretted seeing his expression, he was mad, you were just trying to joke but for him it was a sneer against him. "I mean, like, do you have any plans?" You Added trying to sound less rude.

"None of your business, We will do it tomorrow." Apparently Choso's visit should be shorter than you had planned.

"And it has to be in my house? My parents don't agree with that people they don't kn-"

"I can bet I won't be the first man in your bedroom, y/l, So drop the good girl act." You'd never understand why he seemed to hate you so much, But he wasn't the first person to call you a slut, at this point you should be used to it, right? No, you probably never would.

"yeah, sure." It was all you could mumble and the rest of the day you had that nauseous feeling in your stomach, The few times you had spoken to megumi you always ended up like this feeling sick.

The day was pleasant, Summer was ending And although in the town it never got too hot or sunny September was beginning and the temperature was beginning to drop not too cold just the right temperature to be able to wear your favorite Sweater and wish to be under your warm blankets all day but that would not be possible today.

You and Choso were sitting on your bed, twilight was playing on the TV like White noise, he had arrived at your house first thing in the morning, not that you were complaining, he had prepared the most delicious pancakes for breakfast.

"You know, I could ask Yuji to have lunch with you."

"That's not necessary, Cho, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine on my own."

"yeah but-"

"I swear." You smiled at him and put your hand on his thigh to stop the tapping of his foot against the carpet. "Besides, it's always good to have time alone."

"You always spend time alone."

"And a little more won't kill me, I swear."

Choso had always cared for you the same way he did for his brothers, You were as special to him as he was to you.

You were very different but also the same, you fit together like pieces of a puzzle, you both liked to say that you were platonic soulmates.

"So... Don't you want me to stay? I can keep quiet, I'm not going to bother you two."

You shook your head. "You can go home." You noticed the fact that Choso didn't like the idea that your partner was Megumi since you mentioned it to him, but he kept his displeasure to himself as long as he could.

"Yeah but I just don't know, Fushiguro has never seemed to me to be trustworthy."

"Why is that?" You asked trying to seem surprised by what he said.

"I just don't think he's a good person, I don't like Yuji spending so much time with megumi, Something in me tells me he's not a good influence, and I also don't like the idea of leaving you alone with him." You don't judge him but you also prefer not to judge megumi, it was true that he had been rude but that didn't mean he was a bad person Besides, Choso had always been very overprotective and although his instinct rarely failed, he was not 100% accurate all the time.

"You're getting carried away, Cho, remember that appearances can be deceiving."

"I know, I really know."

"I'll be fine, if something happens that I'm sure it doesn't, I'll call you. Pinky promise." Not that it would have made him feel better, but at least he agreed to go home after you repeated at least 5 times that you would call him if you needed to.

Megumi was more punctual than you were expecting: at 3:00 p.m. he was already standing outside your house and by 3:02 p.m. he was already grumbling about how long it took you to open the door.

He followed you upstairs to your room, a whiff from his lips. "God, this place is scary." A slight frown formed on your face, what was he talking about? You liked your bedroom so much and it definitely wasn't scary.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, your room looks like a possessed doll's playhouse." You raised an eyebrow, you didn't know how to take it.

"It doesn't." He walked around the room as if it were his own, looking around, looking and judging.

"Aren't you too old to continue playing with dolls?"

"I don't, It's just because of the memory." He hummed and plopped down in your desk chair. "Are you done snooping?" He took another look around your bedroom Appearing to be looking for something specific, his eyes fell to the top of the closet.

"And all those boxes? They are also memories?" You found it strange that he was Talking to you, but a part of you was happy, maybe you guys had just had a bad start but things would get better from now on, he had been rude, yes, but nothing you couldn't forgive.

"Yes, some and also some of them are just things that I don't know where else to put in." A small smile appeared on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the back of the chair. You smiled too.

"Memories. Any of sasha by chance?" You felt your body tense up but you took a deep breath and calmed down, after all you both were best friends and everyone knew it It wasn't strange that he asked you about her.

"yeah." Although your smile became slightly akward, it was still there, kind and sweet as always. "A lot actually." A touch of affection in your voice, Those were great times.

"And you didn't keep any of the letters? Or did you get rid of them too?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Your response was automatic, learned, and repeated over and over again. Of course you knew what he was talking about.

"Oh, you Definitely know, everybody knows."

"People talk a lot and that doesn't mean what they say is true."

"I know as well as I know it was your fault."

"You don't know a shit Megumi."

"Then come on, tell me what happened, tell me your truth, im waiting for"

"Stop that bullshit, I don't have to tell you, what happened is not your problem and I have nothing to do with it so shut up the fucking mouth now 'Cause you don't know a shit and you'll never know."

"Why are you so angry?" He suppressed a scoff, he was taunting you in your face. "It was a simple question."

"No, it was a provocation."

"Nothing you need to worry about if you didn't do anything."

And you felt stupid. He was right, wasn't he? Why did you get so upset? You didn't do anything, it wasn't your fault, no, it wasn't. You didn't say anything, you hated the way he was looking at you, you hated the little smile on his lips.

"We should start with the project." He didn't bring it up again and you didn't talk more than was necessary. He acted completely normally but you couldn't, you felt tense, lost, suffocated, regretful.

"I'll do the conclusion you do the cover, the data and that shit." He told you as he walked down the stairs and you followed him, your gaze was on the floor, all you wanted was to go to your bed and hide under the covers. "Have a nice night, Yn." And then he left, leaving you completely alone.

You shuffled up the stairs and dropped into your bed, You blanket over you suffocating you but making you feel warm.

You didn't stand up again that night and Sunday wasn't much different.

Monday came and you didn't remember your part of the project.

You felt tired, you wanted to go back to your bed.

"Where is it?"

"What?" You looked at Megumi who had just sat next to you.

"Your part of the project, what I asked you to do." shit, you didn't anything And you couldn't even make an excuse because he noticed your expression. "Did you forget?"

"i-"

"What do you have in that little head of yours?"

"i-"

"I asked you for only one thing, I left you the easiest thing and yet you were so useless as not to do it."

"I-"

"You forget about it because you're a retarded bitch and-"

"Are you going to let me speak or not!?" you raised your voice, not too much but more than you are used to. "I'll talk to the professor, I'm sure he'll understand." You said firmly and got up from your chair, you felt rude but at the same time you couldn't help it, the small talk you had with Megumi on Saturday had definitely affected you, You liked to be nice but everyone had a limit and Megumi was trying his best to cross the line.

You made up an excuse that wasn't too elaborate but believable enough and Just as you imagined the teacher gave you permission to bring it tomorrow, you were a good student, you never caused problems and you had all your works and exams with A+, of course he could afford to be a little lenient with you.

You returned to your seat and the smile returned to your lips. "We can give it to him tomorrow."

"Yeah? what did he ask of you in return? A blowjob?"

"Nothing." You said through gritted teeth.

"Right, you'd do it for free." You stayed silent, you were angry but it wasn't worth it and the last thing you wanted was to fall back into one of his provocations, you had enough on Saturday.

Notes area:

>Choso is 3 years older than y and Megumi, but it's not the first time he had to leave school for a while and that's why they were in the same grade

>Yuji is a year younger

>Sasha (my beloved) braus mention

>comments, suggestions, recommendations and feedback are welcome

>The town (completely fake) where they live is slightly forks & midwest Inspired.

>The next chapter will focus on Megumi!

Taglist (open):

@soobinbunnie5 @anonymity-222 @hanakalovesbnha @starrysho @sylussss7

[jjungkookislife]

24 - "Use your words, sweetheart." Seokjin

Talk to Me

pairing: brat tamer!seokjin x brat!reader

warnings: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex)

prompt smut 24 - "Use your words, sweetheart."

Seokjin sneers as he presses his thumb to your lips. You welcome it eagerly on your tongue, sticking it out before swirling it around his appendage.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "Really?"

You stick your tongue out at him and he sighs. He was used to you being like this and though he pretended to be annoyed, he loved the fuck out of it.

"You never listen, do you?" Seokjin asks in a low tone that makes your thighs press together. Sure, you could be obedient. Be his good girl, but where was the fun in that?

"Where's the fun if I don't raise your blood pressure a little?" You pout as you take his index finger in your mouth, licking it from base to tip. "Isn't this more fun?"

Before he can answer, you run away from him. Seokjin cards his fingers through his hair.

It takes seconds for him to catch you, to press you to the wall. You giggle, squirming in his hold.

"Be good for me, baby," He demands but you roll your eyes at him as you continue squirming.

"No," You grin as you drop down to crawl between his legs. He sighs as you run in the opposite direction to the bedroom. He slowly makes his way to your shared room and shuts the door. He sits in the chair in the corner, one leg crossed over the other as you jump on the bed, taunting him.

He rolls up his sleeves, the heavy, expensive watch on his wrist counting the seconds until you realize he's not going to chase you. You frown as you get off the bed, dropping to your knees.

"You're not gonna get me?" You pout and he shakes his head.

"Nope!"

"Why!" you huff in annoyance as you inch closer.

"Because you're already where I want you," He sneers as you realize you're on your knees for him.

"Hey!"

Seokjin cackles as he slouches in his seat. "Want a treat?"

"What's the catch?" You raise a brow, resisting the urge to smart off to him.

"No catch," Seokjin sings as he unbuckles his belt, tossing it aside before Seokjin unbuttons his pants. "Just dick."

Your mouth waters at his words and your thighs press together. Warmth spreads over your body, tummy filled with desire and arousal.

It's some sort of trick but your horny-addled brain doesn't care as you reach for his zipper. Seokjin lifts his hips to let you pull his pants down to his ankles. His cock is long and hard, precum beading the head.

"Fuck," you moan as you stare at it, sticking your tongue out in hopes that it'll somehow brush your tongue.

"Hungry?" Seokjin teases as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking his dick as you look on with stars in your eyes.

"Gimme," You plead.

Seokjin tuts. "Is that how good girls ask for dick?"

You shake your head.

"Try again, and don't be a brat or I'll put it away," Seokjin threatens and you whine. He raises a dark brow and you hush.

"Can I suck your cock?" You ask, tacking on a please when Seokjin rolls his eyes.

"Fine, but it better be good," Seokjin chuckles as you nod eagerly. You reach for his length, using both hands to wrap around him. Your tongue licks the head, tasting him briefly before you suck on the head.

Seokjin lets you handle his cock, watching as you take more of him in your mouth until you gag. He laughs, but it just encourages you to take more until he hits the back of your throat and your nose meets his pelvis. You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes before you pull away to catch your breath but you're not done. You go back for seconds. Thirds.

"See? You can be my good girl," Seokjin praises and you scoff. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you off his length.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," you whine as he releases your hair and you go back to sucking him off, rolling his balls in your hand.

You don't focus on anything but the weight of him on your tongue, pushing past your gag reflex, settling on the back of your throat but soon your jaw hurts and your knees can't take much more.

"My knees hurt," you frown as you let him slip from your lips.

"And what should we do about that?" Seokjin sneers. He loves this side of you, defying his every word, and every instruction, and loves to put you back in line.

"Can I have a pillow for my knees?" You ask with your pretty lashes batting and a sweet smile. Seokjin gives in but then you complain about your jaw hurting because he's sooooooooooo big, and then you're too hot, then too cold.

Seokjin loves every push of his buttons, it makes him rock hard as he leads you to the bed, lying you beneath him as he settles between your legs. Your hands are above your head, his fingers laced with yours as he fucks you full of him, every delicious drag making you wetter until you finally cum wrapped around him.

"Use your words, sweetheart," Seokjin smirks. "Tell me what you need."

You moan his name, your nails dragging down his wide shoulders, legs tightening around his hips to hold him in place.

"Need you to cum inside me. Fill me up," You plead as he curses, his thrusts growing erratic until he cums inside you, his face buried in your neck.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter thirteen

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

You woke up to the stale smell of disinfectant and bandages, the scent already telling you that you were in some sort of infirmary.

"Crap," you hissed, looking down at yourself.

You sat up and swung your legs over to the side of the bed, allowing yourself to get up and walk out the building, the idea of shoes being pushed far back in your memory.

The night was warm and when you made it to the town square, you could only smile, as everyone was passed out, sleepy grins on everyone's faces.

You walked over to a sake stand to see Sanji sitting propped up against a wall, sleeping happily with about three women under him.

You lightly snickered and grabbed a big sake bottle, turning around to take a walk.

The moon was beautifully full, its brilliant light bathing the whole town.

You smiled to yourself as you popped the cork of the bottle, taking a big swig as you continued down the main road. 

"Finally woke up?" a familiar voice asked.

Your breath hitched and you quickly turned to where the voice came from, only to see Zoro in an alley, sitting on a bench with a candle stand illuminating half of his face.

You took a breath of relief and walked over, sitting on the floor across from him.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few minutes, taking swigs of your respective bottles, when he spoke up again.

"How did you heal so quickly?" he started, his tone serious as he turned to look up at the moon.

The air caught in your throat.

'Crap! Came straight out the gate with it.'

He noticed your hesitation and sighed, crossing his arms.

"If you don't wanna tell me, you don't have to. But just know that people'll start becoming suspicious if one minute you look an inch from death and the next you're the image of perfect health."

"I know that," you snappily answered, gripping the fabric of your skirt tight.

He cocked a brow at your sudden change in tone.

"Believe me, I know that more than you will ever realize. My entire life has revolved around the fact that I can do what I can do. But I made a promise to someone that I wouldn't let anyone use my power for their gain."

You looked down at your lap, unable to bare his eye contact for a second more.

He was staring into your soul, so intensely that it was as if he could see into you, and maybe even a little past that.

"To heal in front of people would bring too much attention. It's not like I can completely control it anyway. And even if I could I—" "Do you really take us as those kinds of people?" he quickly and firmly interrupted.

Your heart stopped and the breath caught in your throat.

"I couldn't... I couldn't take that chance. Not after what I've been through." 

You looked up from your lap, nervous to see the swordsman's reaction.

But to your surprise, his features softened, and he took a long swig of his sake bottle.

"I'm not gonna force you to tell me something you're not comfortable with," he started, wiping the excess alcohol that ran down his lips.

It made you feel hot, and you did your best to discreetly shift your position.

"Just know that when you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here."

A small smile crept onto your lips, and you loosened your grip on your bottle, smiling down at it

"Thanks, Zoro."

His signature smirk found his way to his face, and he gave you a sincere look.

"Don't mention it."

The two of you stayed in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the nighttime symphony that the sleepy island had to offer.

"And, (y/n)," Zoro chimed, resting his arms on the back of the bench.

"Yeah?"

"I remembered what you asked when we first met. And I wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't know who Doflamingo is. Never heard of him, or even seen him before."

You softly smiled, turning your attention to the moon once more.

"I figured as much, and it's alright. I'll find my own way to Doflamingo. I'm bound to run into him somewhere on the Grand Line."

Your smile slowly morphed into a smirk as you drew your mace, carefully gliding your fingers over the sharpened spikes.

"And when I do... it'll be my personal pleasure to make sure that this mace is the last thing he ever sees."

"This is the last one, right?" Usopp asked as Zoro brought the last two crates of provisions onto the Merry.

"Yeah," the swordsman nodded, hoisting himself up on deck.

"Alright. We're stocked up with everything we need. I think we're good to go," Sanji smiled.

"It'll be nice to get back out on the open sea," you happily sighed from your spot on the taffrail.

"We can't than you enough for everything you've done for us, but we gotta go back to our regular jobs as bounty hunters," Yosaku chimed from the dock below, him and Johnny in some weird pose.

"So, this is goodbye. I hope we get to meet again someday," Johnny waved.

Zoro smirked, his hand resting on the hilt of his swords, "See ya 'round."

"Yeah! Now it's time for us to get going," Usopp cheesed.

"Huh? What about Nami?" you asked, cocking a brow.

"Yeah! We can't leave without her!" Sanji exclaimed.

"Well maybe she's not coming," Zoro shrugged.

Sanji gasped, "Huh?! Why wouldn't she?! I swear if you hit on her, mosshead, I'll kick you into next week!"

Something in the back of your head made you listen closer to Zoro's reply, to see what he would say, or rather, what you hoped he wouldn't say.

For personal reasons... unknown at the moment.

"Why would I do something like that?" Zoro scoffed, confused.

You released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

"She has to come! Without her, I have like 99.72% less reason to stay with you people on this stupid pirate ship!"

"Hey!" you pouted.

"Sorry, (y/n), my dear. 49.86%" Sanji quickly corrected.

"Can you guys just—" "Hey, Nami!" you smiled, waving to the red-headed girl who stood on a hill.

"NAMI!" Sanji squealed, leaning over the edge of the boat to get a good look at her.

"Set the sails!" she shouted, sprinting towards the boat.

The whole crew paused, sharing confused looks.

"I'm not getting it. Why is she running?" Usopp asked, scratching his head.

"She said set the sails!" Luffy nodded, tipping his hat, "SET SAIL!"

You smiled, unfurling your wings and flying up to the main mast, untying the ropes that kept the primary sail taught.

Zoro went off to pull up the anchor, Usopp turning the angle of the upper yard, while Luffy and Sanji watched Nami draw closer.

"You sure you wanna let her leave like this?" Sanji asked, cigarette in hand.

"It's her decision. She does what she wants," Luffy shrugged.

Sitting on the upper yard, you watched Nami weave through the the crowd of villagers until she made it to the end of the dock, of which she jumped off and landed on deck.

The shouts of the villagers quieted as she stood there, slowly lifting up her shirt, a plethora of wallets and purses falling out from under it.

"Thanks a bunch!" she smiled as she turned to the crowd, giving a berry note a peck. 

"Nice snag," you approved, flying down and landing next to her.

"She's still the same," Usopp sighed.

"I'd watch my back," Zoro pouted, glaring at the woman. 

Unserious, of course.

Luffy laughed heartily as the island started to become farther and farther away.

"You lousy pickpocket! We'll miss you!" Genzo shouted, smiling.

"Goodbye, everybody! I'll miss you! Take care!" She cheesed, waving goodbye to all her friends and family.

It made you smile. 

Nami and Genzo's relationship reminded you of how a certain someone used to be.

You leaned on the taffrail, your grip on it tightening at the memory.

'Cora.'

[resi4skz]

The Runaway pt 2

Pairing: gang leader!chan x fem!reader

Synopsis: you run into the famous boxer gang leader as you're running away from your crazy ex. But what happens when you find your way into the leader's icy cold heart?

Warnings: none for this chapter lol maybe swearing and kissing!

Pt 1 here

You jolt up, feeling like a truck had ran you over. You groan as you lift your arms to rub sleep from your eyes. Opening your eyes, you finally notice you're not in your room or apartment. You sigh as you lay back down again. These bedsheets were so soft that made you want to go back to sleep but a knock interrupted your thoughts. You sit up again. "Yes?"

"It's me," the voice comes from the other side of the door. You stand and walk over to the door, opening it to reveal the same man from last night. "Sleep well?" He asked as he took your presence in.

"Somewhat," you replied.

"Hmm," he eyes you from bottom to top. "I'll have our doctor look at your wounds later but breakfast comes first."

It was like he was determined to feed you till you couldn't take another bite. You couldn't say no because it had been a while since you last ate a proper meal. Before John would only give you the food to eat, watching how much you eat. So you thanked god for giving you real food, not milk and cereal for days on end.

After breakfast, Chan walks with you through the long hallways, leading you to a room. Upon entering, you see beds laid out in rows with fresh crisp bedding as a man wearing a white coat walks in front of your view. "You must be Y/N."

He was handsome. He had black bair, slicked back with a few strands hanging above his eyes. And he was wearing eye glasses which completed his look. "Y/N, this is Dr. Hwang Hyunjin, our best doctor."

Dr. Hwang shook his head. "I'm not the best but I can take a look at your injuries if you'd like?"

You blinked. Once. Twice. Before you realized he was talking to you. "Oh! Yes. My injuries."

Dr. Hwang motions for you to sit on one of the beds. "Now," he inpects the brusies on your shoulders and arms. "These don't look too bad. Can I see your stomach and ribs?"

You gulp, nodding slightly as you raise the hem of your shirt up and watch as Chan's gaze hardens. "Fucking hell," he curses.

"As I expected," Dr. Hwang very cautiously and softly presses on your ribs. You jerk and hiss away in pain. "That's very badly bruised. I'm guessing he kicked you here?"

"How did you kn-"

"Know? Honey, you're not the first woman to come here that hasn't been beaten up by their husband or boyfriends."

"Oh."

"Fucking hell, I'm gonna kill that bastard," Chan growls.

"Calm down," Dr. Hwang jots down notes on a clipboard. "Channie hyung, I think she may have a broken rib if she was kicked."

Chan turns around, looks at you then back to the doctor. "Fine. I'll be outside if you need me." He looks at you once again before walking around.

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After getting the xrays, Dr. Hwang finds no broken ribs so he gives you a prescription of very strong painkillers. Once you stepped outside the clinic, you find Chan sitting on a chair, on his phone. When he looks up, he immediately is in front of you. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. No broken bones," you replied.

He lets out a sigh. You wondered if he was worried about you. It made your heart swell a little. "Good."

Both of you then wall, side by side, as he walks a step in front of you. When you reach his room, you hesitate. "Why'd you save me?"

"What?"

You turn around. "Why me? You could've left me to die, declined when I asked for help."

"Do you think we just leave people stranded when they ask for our help?"

"Well, no but-"

"The Venom may be a vicious boxer gang but we take pride in helping other when in need. Like we did for you."

You were speechless. Partly, because you were surprised to know that such a famous boxer gang are.....big softies. "Thank you. Really."

"You're very welcome."

"Channie!" The sudden voice of a female comes from the right of us. You turn my head to see a very petite girl, wearing jean shorts and a black shirt. You didn't get a chance to look as you get yanked by the man in front of you.

"What-"

"That's my next door neighbour who can't get the hint."

"And how is that my problem?" You asked.

"Please. Consider this as you owing me for saving you. Help me so she can finally get the hint!" He pleads.

"Fine," you agreed and looped your arms around his torso. Holy he's built. "Is this fine?"

He turns his head and sees the woman approaching closer. "Fuck me."

You snort. "Don't get mad at me later."

"What?" He says, turning his head back.

"This makes us even," you reply to him, yanking him down to your lips. His arms immediately slide around you, caging you in his arms. A surprised whimper escapes your mouth and you can't help but open your mouth more, letting his minty taste invade your mouth.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are clouded with something you can't seem to put into words. "I thought we said no kissing in public."

You blink at him and then your brain comes back to reality, glancing at the woman standing 10 feet away with a frown on her face. Right. You're pretending. "yeah, well," you trace your finger from his pectorals down to his abs, "some people need to take the hint that you're taken."

"Hmm," he hums in response as he licks his lips as he eyes dart to yours. "Fuck, Y/N. I'm not a fan but you just made it easier for me to love public affection."

You giggle when he dips his head down to the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses. "Channie, please. We have company."

He groans and lifts his head. "Chan, who's this?" The petite woman asked. Was that annoyance in her voice?

"Hi, Clara," he says, his voice laced with disgust.

"Oh, this is Clara?" You said surprised. "Wow, I didn't know she was pretty."

Chan rolls his eyes and intertwines his hand with yours, making your heart beat a little faster. "Like anyone could be beautiful as you."

Okay, who was this person and where did the broody man you saw earlier go?

"Y/N this is Clara, my neighbor. And Clara," turning his head, he smiling down at you, "this is Y/N. My beautiful other half."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend." The distraught look on her face made you want to laugh.

"Yes, well he doesn't like to show me off," you joked.

You hear him scoff and turn to look at him. "Baby, I would show you off to the world if you wanted. Heck, I wouldn't mind telling every person I see on the street to tell you're the one that makes my heart beat faster than boxing does."

You cheeks warm and can't help the goosebumps erupting on your skin. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your cheek. "Good thing you're mine, right?" He says looking down at you.

You knew this was all an act but why did it feel genuine? "Yes," you answered.

"Well, I better be going. My dad wants me to bake my casserole for dinner," Clara states, giving you a look.

"Ah, well I'm going to take this pretty lady," he smiles down at you, "to a lovely dinner."

If he's pretending to be like then you have no obligation to take it up a notch. "But I thought we were just going to do movie night? I even brought your favorite caramel chocolate," you say with a pout.

He gapes at you but then smiles. "Okay, babygirl, whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

Who brought the sweet fest on?

"Alright, well, I'll see you later, Chris."

Chan glances at Clara, his jaw ticking. "I prefer it if you don't come around anymore, Clara. It doesn't look good for the gang and I."

"Oh," she blinks, looking very defeated. "Sorry." She turns around walking out of the house.

"Okay. I think that did the trick," you say letting go of his hand. Any more and you would've kissed him again. You thought he didn't know but he surprised you with his skills.

"Thank you," he says with a smile.

"Hey, you helped me yesterday so it's the least I could do," I reply with a shrug.

"Right," he nods.

And cue the awkward silence with your tummy rumbling. You place a hand your stomach and laugh nervously. "You must be hungry. Minho make the best meat stew and Felix is known for his brownies."

"Yeah, I could eat."

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Chan wasn't kidding about the stew. It was earthy, very flavorful and delicious. You were served warm rice with it and it went very well with the stew. As you went for seconds, Hyunjin, the red head, gaped at you. "Where does it all go?"

You almost choke on the bite you took. "Sorry?"

"The food. Where does it go?" He asked again.

"Oh," you take a sip of water to wash down the food, "John restricted my food intake. And I'm really hungry."

Hyunjin and the rest of the boys pause mid-bite to look at you. You glance around nervously. "What?"

Chan was sitting across from Felix, the blonde guy, who you thought was very pretty. Chan's eyes met yours only for him to look back at Felix going back to conversing. The way your heart skipped a beat had you questioning if it was hunger.

Yeah it was definitely hunger.

You go to eating the stew when a bowl of what looks like pudding is placed in front of you. You look up to see a man with a sharp nose and purple hair. "How'd you like stew?"

You nod, chewing as you cover your mouth. A lady needs to show her manners. "It's very good."

The man smiles just as another mam joins him. This one jas his cheeks full like a chipmunk. "Minho hyung, your pudding is a hit as always." You watch the two converse in a language ypu didn't quite understand. The man woth a mouthful of food glances at you and his eyes light up as he walks over tp you. "Y/N, right?"

You nod. Up close you can see that he's pretty too. Not to mention very cute, with all those puffed out cheeks. It made you want to pinch his cheeks. "I'm Han. Nice to see you up and about."

You nod once again, wincing as a sudden sharp pain goes through your body making you stumble forward. "Whoa!" Han braces your against his arms. "You okay?"

"Yes. I don't know what happened," you reply, blinking rapidly.

"Looks like you need another checkup with Dr. Hwang."

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"Yup. There's a crack in your ribs, several actually."

You stare at Dr. Hwang as he looks at the xrays in front of him. "But they're treatable. With lots of rest and pain medication, along with no strenuous activity for atleast 6 months, you should be good."

Fuck. You didn't think it would get this bad. You only thought it was bruised. Guess John really did a number on you. "I forgot to ask something before. Did he hit your head at all?"

"No." John had one rule: to make my life miserable but he never hit me in the head.

He hums in response, swiveling his chair back. He rummages through a drawer and picks out a small bottle. He hands it to you. "Here. 2 times a day or if you need a third, you can take it but these are pretty strong. Just take it easy, okay?"

"Thanks," you reply with a smile.

"You're welcome."

When you're back to the room, you proceed to check the wardrobe. You're taken back by the amount of clothes in different shades of black. "Just how much does he need?" You say, inspecting a hoodie. It looked good enough so you decide to wear it. It was big enough to keep your warm and comfy enough for you to move around. You found a pair of black sweats that fit you and a pair of socks because your feet was freezing.

After being fully clothed, you glance at the bed and it calls your name. You contemplate for a second. "Fuck it." You pop one of the pain medication in your mouth with a sip of water. Once you're settled in between the sheets, you're still freezing. You wonder if there's a heating system in this place.

You sit up, pull off the covers when there's a heavy thump outside the door. It's still daytime so who is knocking? You very carefully walk over to the door. "Who is it?"

But you just hear someone groan. You open the door reavealing Chan, looking white as a sheet. "Chan? What are you-"

You don't get to finish because he takes one step further and goes limp in your arms. "Chan?!" You touch his back and it's wet. So you bring your hand up. Crimson liquid stain your fingers and you scream.

A/N: short chapter but its here lol. Maybe another 3-5 parts for this one.

[cosmiccrushes]

Mints & Movie Stars

Sanji X OC || 2.9k words

Summary: Movie star Vinsmoke Sanji and his personal assistant, Peridot "Peri" Winters, head out to a known pirate island to film his next big movie. Will Sanji be able to keep his feelings for Peri hidden? Just how many mints can one man ask for before it gets suspicious?

notes: I am very much thinking about all my favorite kdrama tropes and business romances while writing this. Just light, angsty fun :)

Also on AO3!

CH 1

Peri stares across the table at the woman interviewing her boss, her blood roaring in her ears. Sure that, this time, she'd misheard this same asinine question she's been hounded by ever since she took this job position.

Who would've known that being the personal assistant to one Vinsmoke Sanji, movie star, would immediately relegate her to an existence where questions like “Tell me Sanji, has your new assistant made any romantic gestures towards you?” and “Sanji, have you been able to set boundaries with your new assistant?” were the only acknowledgement she warranted. And the questions weren't even directed at her! She'd be hovering right there in the background, standing just behind Sanji as he faced down a line of reporters. And no one had asked her once if she was busy swooning over Vinsmoke Sanji instead of doing her job, it was just assumed she was. Peri wouldn’t even be within eyesight of reporters if she had any say over how she did her work. But Sanji insisted upon her constant presence wherever he went. Gods forbid she not be nearby to address his every request. So, the reporters spotted her and directed their salacious questions to Sanji, looking for juicy gossip that didn’t exist. 

Because she was not, by the way, swooning over him. As far as she was concerned, Vinsmoke Sanji could keep his dashing good looks and debonair charm all to himself. It was enough that her job meant she had to deal with his persnicketiness, his constant demands on her time, his chaotic schedule. She had no room to add a crush on him to her already extensive list of responsibilities. 

Peri never even would've taken this job- despite the fact she was a damn good personal assistant- if her last job hadn't imploded and if her friend, Tak, hadn't gotten her the referral. 

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“Come on, it's perfect!” Tak pleads with her. “You'll move up the career ladder from pigheaded, rude as hell businessman to movie star.” Tak fans her hands through the air theatrically as she says this. “And we'll get to work together all the time! Perfect!”

“I don't know, Tak,” Peri groans, face shoved into a pillow on her bed. “There's no way I'm getting a reference from that bastard. How am I gonna get past a background check to work for a celebrity?” Peri groaned into her pillow again, for emphasis. 

“Don't worry about that, Peri. I'm the only one Sanji will let touch his hair and Rachel loves me. I'll talk to her about your situation- generally, no details, so stop glaring at me- she'll give you a chance, I promise.” 

Peri held onto her glare for a few seconds longer, before dropping her head back to the pillow, smushing her cheek against the plush material. She knew Tak was right and she needed to capitalize on the immense benefits of having a best friend who was the sole hair stylist for the premier celebrity of the East Blue. Peri had even met Sanji's agent, Rachel a handful of times through Tak towing her along to posh social gatherings. Though she hadn’t done more than see Sanji from afar across a crowded room of VIPs. 

“What would I do without you, Tak?” 

Her best friend shivers, wiggling her shoulders and holding her palm up. “Please, Peridot, don't make me think about it. Your life without me is too bleak to contemplate.” Tak winks at her and Peri laughs. 

Maybe things would be okay.

***

Wrong. Things were not okay. Those were the catalyst (catastrophic?) events that led her to sitting across from an eager-eyed reporter, staring at Sanji hungrily as she asked, “Sanji, the readers are dying to know. Your assistant is always close at hand these days-” a suggestive eyebrow raise, “Is she a fan of yours?” 

Peri is sitting right here. At the same table! Because she's an outstanding professional, she resists rolling her eyes (and throwing her coffee at the woman, though her fingers twitch against the mug menacingly).     

Sanji smiles good-naturedly at the reporter. “Ah my assistant is with me today because-” Peri tenses as Sanji drapes his arm around the back of her chair though he doesn't touch her, leaning in towards the reporter as he takes on a conspiratorial tone. “We're waiting for some important news today. I didn't want Peri too far away when it came.” 

This piques the reporter's interest. “Oh? This wouldn't have anything to do with rumors about a new Smith Stiegal film in the works, now would it?” Peri didn't miss the way the reporter eyed Sanji's hand lolling near her shoulder. Her eyes hawkish, like she didn’t want to miss a suggestive brush of Sanji’s fingers against Peri’s shoulder. There wouldn’t be one. 

“Now Miss Asher, I couldn't possibly say could I, darling?” Sanji smiles smoothly at the reporter, withdrawing his arm and any acknowledgement that Peri is at this table drops away. 

Miss Asher attempts to get Sanji to dish out a few morsels regarding the rumored newest action adventure film in the works from renowned director Smith Stiegal (which Sanji obviously cannot confirm or deny). All the hard work she put in to make these interviews even happen, brushed off and replaced with greedy hopes that some lucky reporter would catch her blushing at the movie star. Peri stews, recounting the earlier conversation that landed her at this table- being treated as if she's a fan waiting for her turn to take a picture with Sanji instead of the person responsible for him even being at this interview. 

***

“My darling periwinkle,” (not her name) “I need you at that table with me today! Please, love, understand! The call about the role could come from Rachel at any moment. I want to be right there when you get it.” Sanji's pleading smile was irritatingly puppy-dog-like (and very annoying, not at all adorable). 

“Sanji,” she said, shaking her head. “I don't know. This interview is with East Q magazine. They're a big deal. I'm not sure it's appropriate for your assistant to be at the table. I'll be nearby. You'll be the first person to know if Rachel calls.” 

Sanji pouts. “Come on, Pear-” (also not her name, but Sanji had taken to calling her that and occasionally producing an actual pear to gift her with, which she braced for now and, oh wait-) Sanji produces a single pear-green rose from behind his back. “Please stay with me? This is a big moment for me, Pear. I need-” He broke off abruptly, looking down at the rose extended in his hand, then back up into her eyes. “I need my assistant at my side. I'm afraid I can't budge on this, Peri.” (that was her name, and an indicator that Sanji has slipped into serious, boss mode). 

Peri sighs, taking the proffered rose out of Sanji's hand and lifting it to her nose, letting the delicate floral scent soothe her. “Okay, Sanji. I'll be there.”

Sanji's answering smile is gorgeous, just like everything else about him. A large part of her hated letting Sanji get his way, which was rather bothersome when her entire job mostly centered around making sure things went exactly Sanji's way. 

***

Sanji's previous assistant- an older gentleman named Harold- had decided to take an early retirement. Or, had he been forced into it rather than suffer through one more pandering socialite conversation, Peri thought darkly as the interviewer continued to lavish praise on Sanji. Peri mostly tuned them out. They’d talk about her like she wasn’t there anyway, she might as well pretend not to be. 

A half hour after the interview with East Q wrapped, the call from Rachel finally came. Sanji and Peri were still seated in the private room at the cafe where Miss Asher conducted her interview, the remnants of lunch spread on the table before them. 

At the first ring of Peri’s phone, Sanji drops his fork, bouncing out of his seat. “Bloody hell, Pear. What if they didn't pick me for the role!? What if this is the beginning of the end of my entire career!?” He runs both hands through his hair, mussing it to match his distress. 

“Sanji, calm down, you're going to get the role,” Peri says, rising from her seat as she presses accept on the call. She was very confident she was right. Everyone wanted a piece of Sanji right now. She had to admit (begrudgingly) that he was an excellent actor. Electric on screen. Smith Stiegal would be wild not to capitalize on Sanji's talent and popularity. 

“Rachel, hi!”

“Peri, is Sanji with you? Are you alone?” 

Peri resists another eye roll. Of course Sanji is with her- Sanji's always with her these days. “Yes, Rachel, I'll put you on speaker. We’re alone.” 

“Great! Sanji?”

Sanji rakes an anxious hand through his hair again. “Rachel, yes, what did they say?” 

“You've got the part, Sanji!” 

Sanji blew out a relieved breath and even Peri couldn't help the grin that broke across her face. Sanji stares at the phone in Peri's hand held between them, speechless as Rachel gushes about how excited they are to work with Sanji. Then, before Peri can compute what's happening, Sanji's arms are around her, gripping her waist tight, lifting her off her feet as he spins them in a circle. 

“We did it, Peri!”

A laugh sneaks out of her before she can stop it. But Sanji's joy is infectious and soon she’s giggling.  

“A Smith Stiegal movie, Pear! I can't believe it! This is huge!” He finally stops spinning them, setting her down on wobbly feet. His arms loose around her waist, her arms (phone still in hand) dangling around his shoulders. 

She feels a little breathless as she says, “I told you that you'd get the part. Congratulations, Sanji.” 

Sanji coughs, taking a step back, his arms falling away from her. “Thank you, Peri.” His smile is sheepish. 

“Hello? Hello? Peri? Sanji? Are you listening to me? What’s going on?” 

Peri remembers the phone clutched in her hand. “Rachel! So sorry, what was that?” 

“I need you and Sanji down at the office asap. The lawyers are on the way to review the contract and the schedule for shooting.” 

“Of course. We'll be there right away.” Peri ends the call, looking up to a smiling Sanji, his cheeks tinged with pink. 

***

Peri is left to her own devices (literally as she types away, responding to scheduling requests for interviews, photoshoots, etc. for Sanji) while the contract negotiations take place. Her mind wanders back to Sanji's surprise hug. 

As aggravated as Peri gets with Sanji's demands on her time and requests for particulars, he's never inappropriate with her. Or, rather, not inappropriate in a way that made her want to break his nose and shatter her employability in the entirety of the East Blue. Sanji was charming, he was flirty. She was used to this. He generally directed it towards her at a lower wattage than he dialed it up for his fans and professional contacts. Sinfully suave and wickedly beautiful- that's just the way Sanji came.

But during her stint as his assistant, he had always been respectful of her. Sure, there were the nicknames and the occasional gifted fruit (and that single rose today), but Sanji never made her feel uncomfortable or worried for her safety with him. And the nicknames just felt so…Sanji. Integral to who he was. He’d slipped into using them with her slowly and so naturally that she’s actually not sure how long it took her to notice it. It’s hypocritical, she knows, to not be offended by it because it’s Sanji. When she would be offended if it were someone else. She’s decided not to investigate this too deep though- it just doesn’t fit in her packed calendar. -=a3NB           A

He had never hugged her before. His anxiety and relief today had been so genuine, so human. And of course, Peri knew he was a person too. Albeit an obscenely famous person, but still, human, like her. It was just that, today, it almost felt like they were friends. If hadn't felt like her boss crossing an inappropriate physical boundary with her. It felt like a friend receiving life changing news and celebrating that with her. Peri didn't know what to do with that bizarre realization. 

“Peri, we need you in here!” Rachel pokes her head out of her office, waving Peri inside as the team of lawyers file out. 

“What's up?” Peri asks, settling into the chair beside Sanji.

“Pear, love, do you have any of those mints I like?” 

Peri rummages around in her tote bag for the mints in question (the only brand, Sanji insists, whose minty flavor isn't disgustingly artificial). She drops one into his open palm, her attention on Rachel.

“So here's the deal, Peri darling, the schedule for the movie is full steam ahead. They want to begin table reads on location in two weeks. So-” 

Peri interrupts, picking up on a couple keywords. “On location? They want us where in two weeks, exactly?” Narrowing her eyes at Rachel’s clearly placating tone. 

“Well, you see darling, Stiegal wants a very authentic feel for the movie, so it's not going to be filmed here in Vennport. Stiegal’s crew is already all set up on Crow Island, so you'll just need to get Sanji’s affairs in order and head on over.” 

This was theoretically fine. Movies filmed at a location outside of Vennport is common enough, though Peri hadn't yet traveled outside of the city with Sanji for any filming. What really made her aware that Rachel was asking for something challenging was the way she clacked away on her keyboard and took on an air of nonchalance as she delivered this information. Rachel was not nonchalant. She was direct, sharp, no nonsense but in a decidedly theatrical way. 

“Is this fourteen business days Rachel or…?” 

Rachel huffs. “Next Friday. They need Sanji there by next Friday.” 

“Okay, that's ten literal days from now.” 

“Yes, dear. So you'd better get to planning, chop chop.” 

“Rachel. That's like a five day trip at sea to get to Crow Island! Also, isn't that a known pirate port?”

“The movie is about pirates, Peri. Hence the authenticity.” 

Peri was authentically losing her faith in Smith Stiegal's organization and planning skills. Seems like they could’ve given Sanji and the agency a bit more time to prepare for a trip. But this was the industry, demands moved fast and she was expected to keep up. 

“So, to summarize, I need to plan and prepare for a months long trip that we need to leave for in five days?” 

“I knew you'd understand, you're a peach.” 

“Pear,” Sanji muttered. At first she thought he was requesting her attention, but when he didn't look at her or go on, she realized he was simply correcting Rachel's fruit name of choice. Peri shakes her head, bemused. 

There was really nothing for it. Peri would start with plans immediately. She was already running through her mental rolodex of travel companies the agency worked with. 

“Oh and Peri, don't worry about the security detail. The production company has a whole team over there and the agency will of course send a few personal bodyguards along to look after Sanji. Just connect with Sal and he'll make sure you're set.” Rachel waved her hand in a dismissal. 

Peri hadn't been worried about security. Everywhere Sanji went, agency-provided security guards came along. It was protocol. Necessary for Sanji's safety. Peri wasn't afraid of pirates- at least not in theory. But the way Rachel casually mentioned the production company's security detail made her wonder if she ought to be. Crow Island was well known in this part of the East Blue for it's breathtaking vistas (not that Peri had ever been) and it's rowdy pub scene (rumored to service many a pirate partaking in leisure activities). Honestly, most of the stories about Crow Island she'd heard involved debauchery, not dodgy pirates. Then again, maybe Rachel was just worried about Sanji getting into a different kind of scandal. The press will certainly look for anything to sensationalize (for example, a P.A. doing her job). 

She turns to Sanji. “Can you get home on your own today? I'll call the car for you. But I need to speak with Sal and start booking accommodations.”

Sanji stood to follow her. “It's okay, Pear, I'll wait for you.”

High seas forbid, Sanji find himself without her and in need of a mint. Leading the way out of Rachel's office, Peri allowed herself an eye roll Sanji couldn't see. Once the door closed behind them, Peri turned. 

“Sanji, honestly, it's going to be hours. I've got so much to get done and you've got the rest of your afternoon free, for once. Go enjoy it! Rest.” Peri claps her hands together. “Oh! Pack! That would be helpful. You can get started on the basics.” 

“When are you going to pack?” Sanji asks. Peri shrugs dismissively, already moving down the hall to find Sal.

Sanji jogs to catch up, surprising her for the second time that day with a hand at her elbow, stopping her. 

“I'll go home.” Sanji pauses. Long, slim fingers still wrapped around her arm. “Ask Sal to send Elle and Robbie with us. They're both excellent at their job.” With that, Sanji releases her arm. “See you tomorrow, Peri.” And walks away, leaving Peri's skin tingling where his hand had been.

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Can you write an eddie munson x reader where eddie y/n and their friend group go on a little road trip and one night while they're sitting around a camp fire or something y/n tells everyone the legend of skinwalkers and it actually scares eddie but he doesn't show it until later before they go to sleep he's all uneasy and y/n notices and is like "it's OK I'll protect you" and she ends up cuddling him all night

✧ Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

✧ Summary: The gang goes camping after you experience a grueling breakup. You just so happen to meet someone new. What does the future hold for the two of you?

✧ Warnings: use of Y/N, (sfw)teasing, pet/nicknames, mentions of break up, brief mention of su1c1d3(jokingly), kinda awkward, Strangers to friends to lovers, Mentions of a scary creature.

✧ Authors note: This one was pretty rushed since i was taking forever to write it and needed to get it out. I like the awkward fluffiness for now. I hope you enjoy ^^. Also minors, LEAVE OR ILL SHOOT YOU

✧ Word count: 2.7k

Day 1

The phone rang off the hook. Once a cycle of rings ended, a new one started. The phone definitely was not gonna answer itself. Stumbling out of your room; eyes surrounded by dark bags and hair disheveled, you snatched the phone off its receiver.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god finally! I thought you killed yourself”

“Not yet I haven’t.. What do you want, Nance?”

“Look, my friends and I are taking a trip up to the campgrounds by lovers lake”

“uh huh..”

“And I know you’ve been down in the dumps”

“Nance~” You dragged on

“So I was wondering if you’d like to tag along”

Radio silence on your end. You’ve never liked camping, or at least that’s what your ex made you believe. He always told you about these gross stories from his camping trips with his friends. He never let you go along with him. That’s probably because he was in a raggedy motel with some bimbo broads. You let out a sigh and turned your attention back to the call.

“Sure”

“Wait what..”

“Sure, i’ll come”

“Great, i’ll let everyone kn-” Her sentence was cut short by the phone being slammed into its holder

⋆.ೃ࿔*

A car horn signaled you from in front of the house. You dragged your two bags out front. There you were greeted by good hair Steve and Nance. Steve popped open the trunk and took your bags from you. Nancy pulled you into a tight hug, greeting you. You hopped in the van, being met with your favorite fake brother Dustin.

“Hey kid”

“Wassup!”

“So how’s geek camp?”

“Shut up..”

“Hey! It was just a question”

You leaned back in your seat and ripped off the tiny backpack you’ve brought along. You pulled out a pack of gushers and your walkman; preloaded with the best mixtape ever. You rip open the pack of fruit snacks and practically shove all of them in your mouth. The noise from the outside world was shut out by the blasting music on your headphones.

They group drove around the neighborhood for a bit, picking up members. So far it seemed like everyone was here. Suddenly, the van makes a stop in front of a trailer. You slid your headphones down your next and peaked out the window.

“And who lives here?”

Harrington blared the horn twice before shouting out his window. Out of the trailer, stumbled a tall pale metal head with pasty white skin and long dark hair. His curls were all over the place; like he’d just rolled out of bed. He held a duffel bag which had black sabbath written on it in bold purple letters. He hauled the bag into the trunk and made his way to the side of the van. Once he opened the door, he froze. Stood staring at you before looking at Steve. Steve sighed and leaned towards the back of the car.

“Eddie this is y/n, y/n this is Eddie”

“Sup..” You greeted

“Hey” Eddie nodded as he climbed into the van. He took his seat next to you. He greeted everyone then directed his attention to the window.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

Steve parked the van in an empty spot in the small parking lot. Everyone hopped out and stretched. They all made their way inside of the rest stop and dispersed. That left you and Eddie together. You made your way to the snack aisle, he followed close behind like a little puppy.

“So how do you know the group?”

“School.. plus me and Nance have been friends since diapers” You answered

“Then why haven’t I seen you”

He leaned against the shelf of chips, causing a few to fall. He scrambled to pick them up and put them back. He went back to standing against the shelf. You gave him a glare before shuffling through your snack options.

“Maybe because you’re never in class, Munson.. Had to do our history project by myself”

“Shit my bad”

“Yeah, your bad”

He huffed and continued to follow you through the aisles. His attention was grabbed by the brightly colored drink machine. He nodded to himself before turning back to you.

“Make it up to you by buying you a slushie?”

“Deal”

The two of you rounded the corner, making your way to the machine. Eddie grabbed a medium and presented it to you, seemingly asking for permission. You nodded and watched as he looked over the flavors.

“Did you say coke or cherry?”

“I didn’t.. Coke”

He nodded at your choice and filled up the cup, dolloping the frozen liquid to top it off. He placed the lid on and stuck a straw in. He handed you the cup, to which you immediately took a sip. You gazed up at him; looking through your lashes. You pulled away from the cup and walked over to the counter. You placed your snacks and the slush on the counter.

“Snacks on me, slush on him”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

The van finally pulled into the campsite. Everyone piled out and took in their surroundings. Eddie and Steve unpacked the trunk, handing all the supplies to Nancy, Robin, and you. You guys placed it down onto the picnic table and began to set up everything. The boys placed down the bags and set up the 4 tents. The kids quickly claimed their tents; the boys in one, Robin and the girls in another. That left Nancy and Steve together and you and Eddie. You let out a nervous laugh as you notice the pairing.

“I think you guys made a mistake”

“Nope, everyone’s paired just fine” Steve answered

“Yet me and him are sharing a tent”

“Well you guys are the only two left without a tent”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You paced through your thoughts before you finally came up with a reasonable solution. You grabbed onto Nancy’s hands and pouted at her.

“Let me stay with you and Steve”

“Oh honey, You don’t wanna share a tent with me and Steve” She reassured you

“First of all, Ew.. Second of all, you guys suck”

Nancy patted your back and pushed you off towards the tent. You scoffed and looked back at Eddie in defeat. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around you and led you to the tent. Once you made it there, you immediately dropped your bags and began to set up your mattress. Eddie flopped onto his side and let out a loud groan.

“This is so much more comfortable than the fucking car”

“Yea.. So comfortable” You said sarcastically

“Hey! I’m not that bad, Princess”

“Whatever”

⋆.ೃ࿔

The group sat around the campfire, just catching up. You sat down holding the supplies to make s’mores. You handed them out to everyone around you. The kids excitedly put together their s’mores, as the adults whispered to each other . You guys all whispered agreements to each other before turning to the kids.

“Alright, story time bitches!” Steve announced

They all perched up on their seats, excited for whatever story you’re about to tell. You sat on the edge of your seat, the fire being the only good source of light. A sinister grin painted across your face.

“There was a woman; named Abby, who lived alone in her home. All her former roommates complained about something dark and sinister going on in the house. Abby never knew what they were talking about until one dark summer”

Already, the kids and even the rest of the adults began looking around the area. When they all realized just how dark it was around them, they all huddled together.

“It was bedtime for Abby. She did her nightly routine of brushing her teeth and getting into her pajamas. Finally, she reached her final step; turning off all the lights in the house. As she walked to her bedroom, she shut off every light on her way there. Once she got to the final switch, she sensed something following her. She turned around and found nothing there. So she turned off the light. That’s when she turned off the light and found a figure standing at the end of the hallway. She kept flickering the light.. until.. IT WAS RIGHT IN HER FACE!”

The kids let out small screams and yelps. You felt Eddie jump a little beside you. You turned to him and gave him a confused look, to which he pretended to be fine. You shrugged it off and continued.

“She ran to her room, quickly shutting the door behind her. She kept her bedside lamp on and crawled into bed. Most of her room was dark but she figured her lamp would suffice. She took one last scan around the room before she felt at ease. She closed her eyes but once again, she felt watched. She opened her eyes and took a peak beside her. There she saw a pale woman with white out eyes, a cut out smile, and sharp fangs. The creature pressed the button on the lamp and.. LIGHTS OUT!”

Suddenly, the fire had gone out, leaving the campsite pitch dark. The kids quickly jumped from their seats and rushed into their tents. The adults all laughed and went their separate ways; into their tents. You and Eddie settled down and laid down; backs facing each. It was silent as you both tried to sleep. There was a shuffling coming from Eddie’s side. You turned towards him and found him facing you.

“What?”

“I’m scared”

“It was just a story, Eddie”

“We’ll it must’ve been a really good fucking story cause now i’m scared”

“Okay, what do you want?”

“Can you hold me?”

You rolled your eyes at him and scooted over, closer to him. You opened your arms wide. He moved into you and settled into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him loosely. You huffed and closed your eyes, kinda enjoying this.

“You need to grow up”

“Fuck off”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

Your tent began to unzip from the outside. In peeked Dustin, not fully comprehending yours and Eddie’s tangled sleeping bodies.

“Good morn- AHHHH”

Dustin quickly rushed out of the tent, leaving your tent slightly unzipped. His screams and the light peeking through woke you up. You sat up quickly and shook Eddie awake.

“Fuck off” He groaned

“Wake up asshole”

You got up and slipped on a pair of your boots. You stepped out of the tent, met with a lot of stares. You shake your head and sit at the picnic table. Nance took the spot next to you.

“So are you and him like a-”

“NO! jeez.. I just met the guy”

“But you were-”

“He was being a total pussy after the campfire.. so he asked me to like cuddle”

She scoffed and got up from her seat, walking over to Steve who was cooking up breakfast. Eddie walked out of the tent in a white tank and some low-hanging pajama pants. You watched his figure as he walked past. He made his way over to the group of boys and began to mess with them; chasing them around. Nancy placed a plate of sausages and pancakes in front of you.

“Don’t get in too deep”

“Don’t plan on it”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

“Goodnight guys!”

Everyone headed into their tents for the night. You headed off into the woods with a pre-rolled joint. Once you’ve headed far enough, you leaned against the tree and lit your joint. You took a pull, inhaling and exhaling. The forest was extremely dark. Only the moon and the cherry of your joint providing a small amount of light. The wind made a sort of creepy whistling noise. Suddenly, a stick snapped. You looked around and were greeted by Eddie. You jumped back in fright.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?”

“I saw you were rolling a joint, and no one else around here smokes but you and me”

You gave him a glare before passing the joint over to him. He took a pull and blew the smoke into your face. You punched his arm and snatched the joint from him.

“So why didn’t you go to bed?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I asked you first” He nudged you

“Needed to clear my head”

“From?”

You scoffed a took a second to gather your thoughts

“Relationship shit”

“Breakup?”

“Yea..”

“I feel you”

He took the joint from you and took a large pull before carrying on

“So what’s your damage?” He said while holding in the smoke. He exhaled and leaned against the tree next to you. You followed suit, standing rather close to you.

“Cheated with his coworker.. Caught them when i surprised him at work”

“Yeesh” He patted your shoulder

“How ‘bout yours?”

“Y’know Chrissy?”

“You dated that priss?”

He chuckled and took another pull of the joint before passing the last bit of it to you.

“Well, turns out she was only using me to get back with Carver; and when it worked I was left in the dust”

You both sat in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence. Occasionally, you would give each other glances. You tossed down the end of the joint and put it out. You looked over at Eddie for a second before running down a path. Eddie yelled at you and chased behind.

“Where the fuck are you going!” Concern soaking his voice

“Come on!”

“This path is steep, Slow down!”

Eddie continued to chase you down the hill, attempting not to twist an ankle or break a leg. Finally, you both got to the bottom. What stood in front of you was a large lake; in the shape of a heart, hence its name ‘lovers lake’. You walked over to the dock and placed down the items you had in your hands. You turned to Eddie, watching him hunched over; attempting to catch his breath.

“Don’t you ever.. do.. that- jesus fucking christ”

“Let’s go for a swim”

“What?”

He quickly set back up, being met with you stripping down. His eyes latched onto your figure. He didn’t even notice you caught him. You cleared your throat, catching his attention. He quickly turned away from you.

“Dude, it’s the same shit as a bikini.. come on”

He turned back around and watched as you dove straight into that lake. He quickly began to strip down to his boxers then follow after you; into the lake. It wasn’t as cold as either of you would’ve thought, it was actually pretty warm. The two of you floated around for a bit. Suddenly, Eddie was pulled out of his calm state by being splashed with water. He sat up and glared at you. He gave you a menacing smirk before splashing you. This resulted in a full out water war.

“Oh you fucker!”

“It’s pay back sweetheart!”

“Fuck off, Munson!”

You swam out of the lake and got back onto the shore. You sat on the sand and watched as Eddie caught up. He laid down next to you, attempting to catch his breath. He looked over to you and scoffed.

“You’re a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“You hardly know me”

“Know you enough to know you’re a pain in the ass”

You slid closer and laid beside him. You admired the patterns of stars. You both just sat in a comfortable silence together. The two of you just took a moment, enjoying eachothers company. You both finally felt not so lonely.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

“Hey, can you pass me my shirt?”

Eddie tossed over your shirt and waited for you to finish getting dressed. The sky was beginning to get lighter as the morning approached. The two of you grabbed the rest of your stuff and headed out to the campsite. You found your fingers intertwined with his as he led you up the hill. The two of you finally reached your tent. He tried his best to get the two of you in quietly. He quickly closed the zipper and flopped down onto his mattress. He turned to you and patted the empty spot next to him. You quickly shuffled over to him and laid into his embrace. His arm laid down onto your waist and pulled you in closer. The lack of energy caught up to the two of you, causing you both to drift off.

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Lost memories

this is a short story of Kuina x female reader

SPOILERS if you haven't watched all of it

fluff, angst

As I lie here on the floor, all I'm thinking is 'please, please be ok'. The king of spades shot me down after Arisu and Aguni blew the store to pieces but somehow the only thing I'm worried about is if kuina is ok

Kuina was the first person I felt like I could trust full heartedly with my life. We met during my third game after she saved me, we haven't been apart after that

One day at the beach a realization struck me, I have feelings for her. We were sitting by the pool as usual and i just couldnt look away from her. Her eyes, her smile, the way her voice sounds so soothing or the way ahe voices her opinion no matter what. I couldn't handle the fear. Fear that she wouldn't feel the same, fear that she would end up hurt or even worse, dead

I couldn't keep my head on straight with her around so one night I packed my things and decided to leave. Before I made it out the door Chishiya stopped me

"Going out a little late are we?" He moved from the shadows making me jolt in panic

"Jesus Chishiya, I told you not to do that again" I put my hand over my heart. His face remained serious

"Are you going to explain?" He raised on of his brows. I stayed silent for a moment before finding the right words

"I can't garuntee my survival with her around" I spoke quietly. He hummed

"Kuina" he confirmed out loud. I sighed and hung my head low

"I... I have feelings for her and whenever she's around I just can't think straight. All I think about is making sure she's ok" Chishiya nodded putting his hands in his jacket pockets

"You aren't going to say goodbye?" He asked walling closer

"I can't, if I do I would change my mind." I grabbed my bag and turned to walk out but stopped one last time

"Just... please tell her I'll be ok" I didn't have to turn to know Chishiya had nodded. After that I went off on my way

In the end it was fates twisted joke that brought us together again. Almost everyone was brought together to take down the king of spades. As we both lay here kn the ground, one with stab wounds and one with bullet holes

I started to chuckle causing me to choke on my own blood. Kuina turned to me with hard breaths

"What's... so funny" she managed to get out. She started to cough up blood

"I left so this wouldn't happen. It happened anyways... funny right?" My breaths were labored. Kuina had a slight laugh

"I didn't want to see you like this, I love you too much" I stared at the sky while kuina's eyes were trained on me

"You... love me?" Kuina asked, I could hear her voice get more hoarse. I looked into her eyes

"Obviously" I smiled, blood now slipping past my mouth. I looked at her like I did the first.time I laid eyes on her

"I... love you.. too idiot" she smiled and reached out grabbing my hand

"Where do you think we'll go after this?" I questioned. She looked to the sky with a tear falling down

"Maybe home.. maybe heaven? Who knows" as she spoke I could feel myself slipping away. I tried to stay just for her but all of a sudden I stopped breathing and my face went stoic

I groaned waking up. I tried to sit up but there were multiple bandages on my abdomen

"What the fuck?" I looked at my surroundings and found I was in a hospital. I looked to my left and there was an empty bed. I decided to grab a wheel chair and find out what happened

It took a while to get into the wheel chair but I just used sheer stupidity and willpower. I wheeled around the hospital until I saw a TV in the lobby, on the news they were saying there was an explosion and I was caught in it. I sighed and rested for a minute

"Miss? You shouldn't be out of bed! You should be resting!" A nurse shouted worriedly

"I just wanted to see what happened, I'll be back there in a minute" I reassured her

"Why don't I help you?" She was about to wheel me back to the room but another emergency came in and she was needed. She told me she'd be back as soon as she can. I leaned back into my chair until I heard a familiar name

"Hikari" I turned and it was a girl with her two parents, looks like she was caught in the explosion too. I couldn't put my finger on it but I swear I know her from somewhere

I waited for the girl to have her time with her parents. I was about to wheel over when the nurse came back

"Alright miss y/n, time to go back to your bed" I didn't bother protesting, she's the nurse not me. Once we got to my room she helped me get into bed, it was a struggle but we got it done soon enough

"I'll be back to check up on you soon, rest now" I nodded. I had this feeling that I forgot something but I just can't remember. I was so stuck on this feeling that I didn't notice when someone came walking in

"Do i... know you?" It was the girl from the lobby, Hikari I think it was

"I don't think we met but.. I feel like I know you from somewhere" we both sat there for a minute, staring. It didn't feel weird for some reason

"I know this sounds weird and you can totally say no but do you want to hang out sometime?" I asked her. She smiled and her face had heated a bit

"Yeah that would be cool"

[callofdooty]

WIP Wednesday, but this time it's long as fuck

Still on that Hesh Whump lmao

-

Riley's barking in the distance. Only, Riley isn't in the distance. Hesh can see him, right here: a blurred mass of yapping, whining fur. It's weird. He shouldn't sound so far when he's so close... And what's he barking for...? Riley doesn't bark for nothing...

The confusion of it all only makes the stabbing pain in his head worse.

"Riley? What's- Shit! Hesh!?" He could recognise that soft rasp anywhere, even with his ears feeling like they were stuffed with cotton. Logan's here. And Hesh is on the floor.

Floor. Why is he on the floor?

Logan's already crouched beside him as his head clears up a little, and in all honesty, if anyone had to see him like this, he's glad it's Logan. He wasn't sure how any of the Ghosts would have reacted (and boy, what a great list of first impressions he would have started racking up) and lord fucking knows how Elias would have reacted. Definitely the last thing Hesh needed to do was to stress him out more. Logan was the second best option. The best option being that noone saw him like this.

Well, beggars can't be choosers.

"Logan-" He manages to sit himself up a little, relieved when Logan supports him with an arm around his back.

"What the hell happened?"

"Fuck- I dunno... I just... kinda fell?"

The hand on his back shifts, and Logan gives a puzzled look before suddenly his pressing his other hand to Hesh's forehead, icy contact taking him by surprise. Were his hands always so cold...?

"Shit, you're burning up!" That explains it. It being just about everything. The aches, the chills, the headache, the... falling. His arm gets thrown over Logan's shoulder as he tries to pull Hesh up from the floor. "I'm taking you to-"

"No, m' fine, Logan... Just... Help me get to my room?"

"Hesh-"

"Please. Please, Logan, I'm... I just need sleep..." It's probably the most pitiful he's looked and sounded in a long time, and he must look scarily close to a kicked puppy because Logan relents almost immediately, deflating a little befoee giving him a hardened glare.

"Fine, but I reserve the full right to drag your ass to med at any pont, got it?" Logan grumbles, and despite his irritation, he's careful when he helps Hesh up, supporting him all the way back to his room, with Riley hot on their heels.

His bed is, admittedly, nicer than the floor. Not by a wide margin, but enough to feel at least a little more comfortable. Riley hopped up alongside him, head resting on Hesh's thigh as he whined softly. 

"Fuck... everything hurts..."

"Wonder why that is." Logan huffed, "You said you just needed sleep, so sleep. I'm gonna see if I can get something for you. Even if you're not going to med, you're taking something for that fever." 

"Okay, dad."

"Speaking of, I'll let dad kn-"

"Don't!" He pleads immediately, startling both Riley and Logan. "I'm fine. Dad doesn't need to know-"

"You almost passed out in the hallway, Hesh!"

"He's got other shit to deal with... I don't need to add onto it,"

"Swear to fucking..." Logan grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Fine. But you get any worse and I'm getting dad." He wasn't about to argue, it was either this or Logan would go get him now, and that's the last thing he wanted. He gives a weak, sheepish nod, and then Logan is gone, shutting the door softly behind him.

[beantothemax]

Elena had been put to bed. She'd slept most of the day. Harvey had sapped her of nearly all her energy and traveling for several days immediately afterwards only made it worse. But now she could rest.

After Osvald tucked her in, he stayed by her side a while longer. He held her hand as tears trickled down his cheeks. His little girl was alive and she was finally safe. He had to rest too though.

When Clarissa reminded him of that, he nearly shooed her away. But she gave him a stern look and he gave in. Just before he left, he pressed a kiss to Elena's forehead.

"Sleep well, princess," he whispered.

They'd spoken at length when Osvald arrived and only wished each other goodnight before he retired to the inn. Though Castti usually went to bed early, she remained in the tavern. When Osvald entered, she gestured for him to sit.

"So? How'd it go?" she asked.

"Fine. Clarissa said she's happy to-"

"Yes I knew she'd say that. Did Elena wake up?"

Osvald sighed at her uncharacteristically rude interruption but continued.

"No, she's still unconscious."

Castti smirked at his words and sipped at her tea.

"Is her health a joke to you?" Osvald asked, quiet but firm.

"No. I've been helping you with your weird little journey for nearly a year now. You've got a home to return to and I still have no clue what to do," she chuckled.

Castti downed the last of her cup, pouring another.

"No ideas at all?" Osvald asked.

"Nope," Castti smiled, "I could always join the others and slit my throat."

Osvald had learned that whenever she said 'the others', she meant Eir's apothecaries, never their current traveling companions. She loved those she traveled with but that would never compare to what she felt for Eir's apothecaries. Only Osvald came close to that.

"You know those jokes aren't funny," Osvald sighed.

"I know," Castti muttered.

She finished the last of her second cup of tea before standing.

"I'm heading to bed."

He grabbed her hand and tried to look her in the eyes but she only stared at the floor.

"Please, Castti, let's talk a bit longer," he said.

"Sure. Should we walk?" she asked.

"Sounds nice."

They walked in silence to the edge of town. The sun had dissappeared beyond the horizon hours prior.

"This is where I'd always walk," Osvald said.

He looked to Castti, awaiting her response but she said nothing. He understood. She was unwell, she didn't have to speak.

Once they reached a tree atop a small hill, they sat under it. It overlooked Conning Creek. The town glowed a warm yellow from all the candles lit by windows.

"Did you have suggestions?" Castti asked.

"No. I hoped I'd think of something but all that comes to mind is that we'd all miss you," Osvald answered.

Castti moved closer and wrapped her arms around him. He held her closer when he heard her sniffle. This wasn't the first time she cried into his arms like this and hopefully it wouldn't be the last. He would rather comfort her everyday than plan her funeral.

She needed the help. She always made sure everyone else was okay, often going the extra mile with Osvald and making sure he didn't do anything to hurt himself.

"Okay means happy and uninjured," she would say, patching up some wound Osvald got after pushing himself past his limits.

She tended to everyone's wounds with a smile, listening to their problems and offering advice, always dodging the question when asked if she was okay. As she sobbed into his arms, this was all Osvald thought of.

"Osvald," she whispered, "c-can I stay with you? Just till I figure out what to do. I'll help with Elena too."

She trailed off and her sobs had died down too and she seemed to have fallen almost completely silent.

"You can stay forever if you want. I'm sure Elena will like you," he smiled.

"You really think so?"

"Yes, it's hard not to like you."

"I see."

She stayed in his arms for a long time. She'd stopped crying and nearly fell asleep where she sat. Osvald couldn't help but fear for her. Right now, they had a solution but neither knew if it would stick. What if Elena didn't like her? Or she changed her mind and decided she couldn't bear living any longer?

...But that was an incorrect approach. Castti decided to stay, that was worth celebrating. They could take each day one at a time, staying in the present and appreciating the little things. Those always seemed to make her happy.

in absolute shambles. btw.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUH…….. WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PIE!!! you’re actively trying to murder me through text alone because. augh

castti talking about ‘joining’ eir’s apothecaires always hurts to see. she has so so so many people who care about her and she needs to know that this instant

castti staying for elena……. wanting to keep going for, if nothing else, for her…………… if you’ll excuse me I need to go bury my head into my pillow forever

YOUR CASTTI FICS ARE ALWAYS SO SO GOOD HOW DO YOU DO THIS

[asa-starling]

Findings part 2

____

It had been several days since you had found and helped that pink haired fairy. You hadn't seen him since which you were dissapointed about you had to admit. You had thought maybe with him trusting you with his name that he'd at least leave a letter or something. He did seemed to like you somewhat at least when you parted.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling. It was morning and you had just woken up. It was a weekend so no school or anything to bother you. Just a chance to sleep. Your parents were also out so you even had the house to yourself so you could freely mope around about how you lost a pretty fairy.

Everything was bleary as you got dressed and eventually made your way to the kitchen.

"Good morning"

What.

Your eyes shot open. Asa was sitting in yout kitchen counter, morning sunlight streaming in and through his delicate wings like they were made of stained glass. He was also dressed in a white dress that had a skirt that was shaped like it was made out of petals, the edges fading to a pretty blue that offset his pink eyes and hair. "What- WHY ARE YOU IN NY HOUSE?!" you screeched. The fairy giggled. "You invited me to always visit and 'make myself at home' if i do." he teased with a grin that made your cheeks flush and your heart skip a beat.

"What if someone sees you??" "They won't. You know my name. If I'm invisible you'll still see me." you just stared at him for a few seconds before you eventually shook your head. "Oh-" you suddenly felt very embarrassed by the casual shirt and pants you had chosen. You probably looked like a trogolydyte to him. He was so pretty..

"So what do you eat?" "Huh?" "What do you eat for breakfast. I've only really seen cereals and stuff eaten by humans." The fairy asked, sliding off the counter and approaching you. "Oh uh- usually just some breakfast. Sometimes nothing when i have school because i don't have time." "Huh... What's.. School?-" the fairy muttered under his breath. "Oh. Y'know the place we go to learn. Big buildings." "Ohhh. The city fairies never tell me about this stuff." "City fairies?" you asked as you made yourself a bowl of cereal. "Well there's us forest fairies and then city or town fairies. They're the ones who are better at hiding their fairy features so they can move into human spaces without any problems. Since my hair is pink and so are my eyes it's very hard to pretend to be human." Asa explained, laying his head kn your shoulder casually as he watched you make your cereal. "O-oh. That makes sense." you murmured, trying to ignore how your cheeks burned at the sensation. "anyway if you're here you might as well hang out with me in my room." You muttered,thankful that your parents had made you clean it up the day before. "Okay!"

xxx

You were sitting on your bed, watching as Asa wondered your room curiously. He was respectful but curious, running his hands gently along your walls and anything else.

"Is it okay? I hope it isn't too stuffy-" you murmured, anxious he'd find it stupid. "Oh no no no. This is so cool!" Asa exclaimed. He practically had stars in his eyes when he turned to you. "I've always been interested in what it's like to be human and now i have you around i can see what it's like! And your room is very cute. I like the colour of your walls." you blushed. His compliments always made you blush. Like magic. You almost had half the mind to ask if he was a love fairy but you didn't want to reveal your sudden little crush on him to the fairy.

"Hey human?" Asa's voice suddenly cut through your thoughts. "Yeah?" "...thanks for letting me stay inside." Asa murmured, his cheeks a light pink. "You're.. You're nice to hang out with." You couldn't help but smile. "Hey it's no problem. I like you. As a friend!" you hurriedly added. Asa's wings fluttered quickly but lightly. It seemed they expressed a lot through wing movement as well as expressions. It was really cute.

"I'm glad." the fairy murmured. "Maybe next time i visit I'll manage to get your name." He said, louder and with a cheeky grin. "Haha. You can certainly try!"

xxx

Asa had been gone for a few minutes now since it had gotten late and you had to go to bed. It..it was odd having him around. He was beautiful and captured your heart so quickly. It was like the more you got to know him the more you fell in love. Oh your poor little heart.

You were doomed from the very start.

-to be continued

[indigo-sodapop]

I fucking dislike being cold. It just makes me wanna freeze in place and not move or do anything, not even the stuff I want to do, much less the smaller inconveniences of daily life. Like I wanted to write but all I did was sit in a ball on my bed. I wanted to draw but I curled over my phone and let the escapism relieve the cold ache. I should just get up and make tea but I don't want the drafty air to flow past me.

I live kn Fucking. Florida. Literally I cannot survive anywhere else. When this state goes underwater imma have to go with it because I am severely limited in possible alternative locales for living to the point where I ain't even trying to go through all that. I'll sink with the Titanic. Fuck. At least the water will be warm. You know on account of the ocean heating due to climate change. Fuck. Fuck cold.

[peterparkersnose]

the witch and the spider chapter 5- brooklyn bridge

tasm!peter x reader

tasm/nwh!peter x reader

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

   *Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

      *Timeline is completely off for some facts

next chapter linked at the bottom

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

a/n MJ wtf dude, I mean go off ig. also loving the idea of dilf!peter (tobey maguire) lately but not for this fic. 

masterlist

read time: 9 mins 43 seconds

gif credit @midnighterho​

"MJ, I have no clue what to do." you sighed, pacing your bedroom. MJ sat on your bed cross legged. "Have you tried talking to him again?" she asked. "I mean yeah, but I feel weird." "Why?" "I don't know. Whenever I see him I either feel like I'm going to throw up, pass out, piss myself, or all three at the same time." "Oh so you've got it bad for him," MJ laughed. "I can't let myself do this. He's from another universe! He's 28! He has a life back in his universe. He needs to go back to his universe. God- he's Peter, MJ! You know how weird that is?"

You were too busy wrapped in your thoughts that you almost missed the knock on your door.

MJ followed you out to your kitchen and watched from the kitchen island. You opened the door. "Speak of the devil," MJ muttered. You flicked a salt and pepper shaker with your magic from across the island and hit her elbow.

"Peter!"

Oh my god that was way too energetic

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked. You looked at him confused. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know, I got a weird feeling. I thought I should check on you."

"Weird feeling, or did you just want an excuse to see her?" MJ asked from behind, chewing on a cookie she found. "MJ!" you gritted through your teeth. "Sorry about her she's just..." you laughed it off. "Oh," Peter 3 laughed. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to come in?" you asked. What the hell am I doing?

"Oh, I mean it looks like you have company."

"You can come back later," MJ yelled again. "MJ, can you go check my, uh, phone in the bedroom?" "Why?" she smirked. "Make sure it's still charging." you gritted, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry about her she's... quite a character." you laughed. "Oh, it's alright. But what she said- later? I would love- I-I mean like to see you again." he said, staring at his shoes and trying to muster the courage to take a glimpse of you. He was very visibly nervous. "That would be nice." you smiled. "Thank you for checking on me," you smiled. "Anytime I mean- do you have a phone? I mean of course you do but," "You want my number?"

Internally. Screaming.

"Yes, actually. That would be great."

You pulled the pad of pen and scribbled it down on a post it.

"See you later?" "I'll text you."

You closed the door and ran into your bedroom, squealing. "OHMYGOD MJ t-this doesn't feel real HOLY SHIT!"

"Wait-" she said, shushing you. Your door was knocking again.

It was Peter, again.

"I-I'm sorry but the last digit got smudged and-"

Oh shit. Did he just hear me?

"Oh, uh it's okay. Here," you awkwardly laughed. Your face was bright red. You re wrote the number and handed the piece of paper back to him. Your hands touched for a moment, and you felt your witch senses go off. You were surprised you didn't shock the poor boy then and there. You saw the hair raise on his arm. He sensed it?

"Okay," he said, smiling. You two both ignored the fact that you just shared that spiritual sense moment.

"Okay,"

"I better go, uh, thank you." he said, backing down the hallway giving you an awkward wave.

"See you later, Peter!" you yelled down the hall.

-

"You did it!" Peter 2 exclaimed. Peter 3 was sitting on his couch, bouncing his knee up and down. "I knew you could, buddy. Your amazing."

"I don't know I mean, I haven't done this since Gwen." he sighed.

The vision of Gwen falling down that clocktower repeated in Peter's head.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, Y/N can hold her own. What did you say- she can't die?" Peter 2 asked. "Yeah, well, it's still a lot." "She's not Gwen, Pete. You're okay." Peter 2 reminded Peter 3. "What if this is stupid- she's from another universe. But something about her..." he trailed off. "Makes your senses go nuts, huh?" Peter 2 asked. "Yes! I can't explain it." "That's how I felt with Mary Jane. I mean, it's complicated but I still love her." "Gwen didn't even make me feel this way." Peter sighed. He loved Gwen so much, he felt so guilty betraying her. "Gwen would want you to be happy." Peter 2 said, patting Peter 3 on the back. He almost read his mind.

"So, what are you going to text her?" Peter 2 asked eagerly. "I haven't even began to think about that," Peter 3 sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "Start off basic- a 'Hey, it's Peter.' is probably good."

Peter pulled out his phone. He was surprised it was still functional here, but to some odd rules of the universe it was.

He typed in your number in his phone

To: (your number)

Hey, it's Peter.

"Should I send it?" Peter 3 asked, his hand was shaking. "What is this- high school? Just send it. We're all adults."

sent.

He threw his phone across the couch and couldn't bare to look at it.

"Hey- look at me." Peter 2 said.

"You are doing great. Everything will be okay," "What if she think's its weird- I mean it has only been like 38 hours since I've met her," "Do not doubt yourself. You are Spiderman. You are amazing at everything you do! Hell, your a very handsome looking fella," Peter 2 laughed. Peter 3 smiled. "See? You've already gotten a response," Peter 2 said, picking up Peter 3's phone.

From: (your number)

Hey.

"Just a hey?" he groaned, throwing his phone back at his pillow.

"A little immature, I'll admit it. Maybe she's writing more." Peter 2 tried reassuring him. "Immature? I mean, she is 20." "Oh my god she's 20. She probably thinks I'm a creep!"

"Hey- no thinking like that. If she thought you were a creep she would have totally ignored you by now."

Peter 3's phone lit up again.

From: (your number)

I'm sorry about my friend earlier, she has some crazy ideas.

"See? She's starting a conversation."

He saved your number in his phone.

Y/N (Witch)

"How many other Y/N's do you have in your phone?" Peter 2 asked. Peter 3 shrugged. "I like staying organized."

-

It was the middle of the night. You were fast asleep, when suddenly you were jolted awake.

You had no clue, but three doors down Peter was awoken also.

Your senses told you something was off- something wasn't right. You threw on your robe and poked your head out of your room. The hallway was dark and empty, minus the one flickering light at the end of the hallway. You quietly made your way down the hall and looked out the window where the light flickered. As you stepped under it, it went dark. You were about to take out your phone and turn on the flashlight, but you were grabbed in the hallway and swept into a room.

You struggled against your perpetrator but once you regulated yourself, you found yourself with Peter.

He looked at you with a finger over his mouth and shushed you. "What is happening?" you asked him. "I'm really sorry please just stay here," He slipped past you, leaving his quarters.

Why am I sitting alone in his quarters?

You then saw from the corner of your eye, a blue man flying through the air.

"Electro,"

You immediately were about to speed into action, but Peter 1 came into the room.  

"Look," you said, hiding behind a dresser and watching him aimlessly float over the city. Peter 1 joined you. You noticed he was already in his spider suit. "Oh, so we're fighting now?" you asked him. "No, I am."

"Your going to need my help Pete," you sighed. "No, I want to do it. Be the one to kill this sick-"

"Hey!" Peter 2 whispered, poking his head into the apartment. He gave Peter 1 a nod and Peter 1 started to follow him out. "Where do you think your going?" you say, grabbing his arm. "Y/N, this could be our only chance." "Your not going without me." you insisted. "Y/N you don't understand-" "I understand completely fine Peter. Let me get changed." you said, pushing past him.

You were exiting the apartment and was met by Peter 2. "Hey, could you please just stay here." he begged, looking concerned. "What is everyone's deal? I'm going out to help Peter kill that thing." you sighed. "But Y/N-" Peter 1 said from behind you. "It's after you."

"And how do you know that?" you asked, whipping around to see Peter 1. "Mr. Stark's equipment picked up on some energy readings in the last hour and they were directed at harming you."

"That's why I saved you from the trap before, he was trying to get you." Peter 3 sighed. "Why would he want me?" you asked. "Remember when we found Mr. Osborn, before you had all that energy come out of you. It injured him pretty badly." Peter 1 explained. "He's been re charging and gaining back his strength but he wants you dead."

"It hurt him- even better reason to let me come." you yelled, pushing past Peter 3 and into the hallway. Peter 3 webbed you back to him. He wasn't expecting to do it as hard as he did, and you flew into his arms. "Y/N. Don't." he said. You could see a tiny flicker in his eye. You recognized it as the memory of Gwen. Mind reading at it's finest. You sighed, stuck in the man's embrace. He didn't want to loose you.

"I want to fight." you insisted, struggling in the webs around your wrist. "Please Y/N, just stay here." Peter 1 begged. "Absolutely not!" you yelled, now pissed off. What right do these men think they have telling you to stay here and let the men go out and do the fighting.

Peter 1 webbed you to a chair against your will. They brought in a half awake Tony. He was unbelievably pissed off he was missing his beauty sleep to babysit you. "Just please make sure she stays here Mr. Stark," Peter 1 sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Be carful out there, kid." Tony yawned.

Peter 3 looked at you, bound up in the chair. He felt so guilty for doing this, he would have loved being out there and fighting along side you. He also knew he had absolutely no right doing this. The longing in his eyes tied a knot in your stomach. He couldn't bare staring at you any longer and followed the rest of the Peter's down the hallway.

"What's up with that?" Tony asked in a suggestive tone once they left. "What?" "You and uh- Peter." "Which Peter," you smiled coyly. "You know- the scrawny longer nose one." "Oh, Peter 3?" "What, you two hooking up or something?" Tony asked, crossing his arms. "Are you interested in him or something?" you said, mocking his tone. "C'mon Y/N. I saw the way he looked at you."

You sighed. "Your not really the type of person to confide in." "Alright, alright. Don't tell me then. I'm just going to assume the worst." "The worst?" "Oh, I dunno. Maybe you two haven't spent a moment apart, and I mean apart." Tony said, making the dumb pointer finger hole sex reference with his hands. "Oh Jesus, Tony. That is NOT true." "Really? Because you could already be infected with his hybrid spider-witch babies and-"

You were sick of hearing this and gave him a simple sleep hex. "Now, how to get out of here." you muttered to yourself. You used the reflection spell and teleported out of the webbed chair. You ran to your quarters and put on your suit. Next, you used the conference room and searched for any reports of where they could be.

Multiple Spider-Man's spotted at the Brooklyn Bridge? posted 3 mins ago

Spiderman sighting on the Brooklyn Bridge, WSAP News Tonight posted 6 mins ago

Mysterious Villain spotted fighting THREE Spidermen? posted 38 seconds ago

"Brooklyn Bridge,"

-

You ran off Tony's launchpad into the air, heading straight towards the Brooklyn Bridge. You were almost there- you could see the bridge. It looked abandoned, normal. No Spidermen to be found. You were almost there, when a shot of electricity flew through your body. You hit the ground hard, leveling up grass in your path as you fell in an empty park.

Electro flew to you, hovering above you in the air. "That hurt," you yelled to the man. He grunted and shot more electricity at you, but you blocked it with a portal that faced right back at him. His electricity overloaded him once again, but he ended the strain out of his hands. "You think you can do this- defeat me?" he yelled. You got up from your pile of rubble and flew up to his level. "You want to try?"

You were conjuring an energy ball just as a web tied around your waist. "God fuckin damm-"

You were pulled through the air and met by Peter 2 in a tree. "What the hell are you doing?" he panted. Electro took notice to this, but was hit by an electric web by Peter 1. That distracted him and he flew after Peter 1. "I had it covered before you had to pull me away." you yelled. "We meant it when we said stay back." "Really? Because I was about to kill that thing in another three seconds before you pulled me away."

"Where is Peter 3?" you asked. "Why?" Peter 2 asked. Oh god, why did I ask that

"I-I dunno I was just wondering." you lied. "He's out looking for you. When Stark came to he called all of us."

Thanks, Tony.

"Let me go find him."

"No, I'm taking you back to Stark Towers." Peter 2 yelled. "Funny." you smirked, hands crossed. "Excuse me?"

You grabbed Peter 2 and flew through the air with him. He frantically tried to web off to another surface, but you were flying too fast.

You found Peter 1 fighting Electro, looking pretty tired. You dropped Peter 2 off on top of a building.

"Now I know why MJ hated that," he panted, trying not to throw up.

"Hey, Electro!" you yelled, balling up the energy again. He turned his attention from Peter 1 to you. "Don't!" Peter 1 yelled. You threw the ball of energy at him, and he just absorbed it. It wasn't powerful enough.

Electro laughed, taking a large sum of his energy and shooting it at you. You couldn't move fast enough. It was inevitable to hit you. In what seemed like slow motion, Peter 3 shielded himself in front of you out of nowhere.

"Peter!"

The blast knocked both of you on your asses on top of another roof.

Peter 3 was shaking in his suit. You ripped off his mask. His skin was painted black, his hair was fried. Electro found you again.

You were so angry. He hurt Peter. You could have been able to handle the blast. Peter was merely human.

You built up the largest amount of energy you had ever used. It took almost all of your functional energy. You blasted this at Electro, and he writhed in pain. He yelled, sending lightning bolts out over the river. He then seemed to combust, falling apart. He was dead.

You dropped to your knees, then fell next to Peter 3. He was breathing heavy. Your energy was gone, you were surprised you were even still conscious. You turned over with whatever energy you had left and grabbed his spandex covered hand. His eyes were wide, in a panic. Your vision went blurry as he slowly faded from your sight.

Chapter 6

[ssahotstuff]

Lie To Me

Aaron Hotchner x Reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark Crossover

Part 7

Part 6 can be found here

Warnings: mentions of a character being beaten, bruising, violence and crime. Cursing, alcohol; shit gets serious in this chapter! I promise there will be a happy ending when the end comes

Word count: 3.6k

It was one of the rare nights that Jonah and Aaron hadn't shown up before closing, but Marty stopped in for a surprise visit. He took the time to talk to Charlotte, sitting her down at the bar before taking a deep breath.

"Your mother and I think you and Jonah are better off where you are, with Y/n. It keeps you out of the FBI's mess, and it keeps you less stressed. I know how tough it's been on you guys, and if it's okay with her, I think you should stay until this all blows over."

You couldn't help but overhear, but you'd seen it coming a million miles away. They had so much going on, and if Aaron was right, they'd be coming to stay when Marty went to prison anyway.

"You know I'm fine with it. They're no trouble at all."

Charlotte understood, and she made the next decision on her own, looking to you, her eyes big and misty.

"I'll be 18 in a month. Can I just come to live with you? If we're staying for the summer anyway..."

You nodded, knowing it was a big step, but Aaron had already promised to help you, and Charlotte was good enough help on her own.

"You can take classes with me. Go during the day and I'll do mine at night when you work," you told her, a smile breaking onto her face.

"I think that sounds like a good idea."

When you arrived home, seeing Aaron and Jonah in the kitchen was the last thing you'd expected, but the house smelled terrific, and they looked like they'd been working hard.

"We made you guys dinner," Jonah said proudly, and Aaron wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

"The kids are here for the summer," you said softly, but Jonah still heard you. He didn't seem upset, in fact, he looked thrilled as he rushed everyone to sit down and eat.

"Thank you guys. This is fantastic," you said after your first bite, your leg brushing Aaron's under the table. He shot you a grin behind his glass, and Charlotte spoke up, announcing her news to Jonah.

"I'm moving in officially. You'll be here until the investigation is over, but Y/n said I can stay."

Aaron looked to you for confirmation and you nodded, watching his smile grow wider. He knew Charlotte needed a friend, someone she could depend on, and you were lucky that it got to be you.

"So what happens if Dad goes to prison?" Jonah asked, and you had been hoping to avoid that question completely.

"Your dad wants you to stay with me," you said carefully, unsure how he would react at first, but he simply nodded, knowing it was the best decision for everyone. No way would Wendy end up unscathed; she'd likely be whisked away with Marty when the time came, as his accomplice.

"You know, Mom hasn't tried to call me once," Jonah sighed, and you knew it was hard on them, watching their parents lives fail apart and not being able to do anything about it. Wendy was so busy trying to start businesses that she'd forgotten her own children--she felt as old as they were, they didn't need her anymore.

"I don't have any excuses for them not keeping in contact. Just know that while you're here, nothing bad will happen to you. Maybe I'll get someone hired soon and we can go get you guys some stuff to make your rooms more like your own," you suggested, and that lifted everyone's spirits.

Aaron stayed with you that night, the two of you laying in bed talking long after everyone else was asleep.

"You know, they're really easy to get attached to. Jonah didn't leave my side all day," your fingers trailed across his bare chest, his arm under your head, trapped under your pillow.

"Marty and Wendy are really pissing me off; I get that they have a lot going on, but their kids need them too," you were planning to talk to Marty yourself, because it was starting to frustrate you.

"I know, sweetheart. They may just need a gentle reminder. If anyone can get through to them, it's you," he kissed your cheek, then your lips, getting comfortable on his side.

"I've got to work tomorrow, do you think Jonah will be okay on his own?"

You were sure he'd be fine--he was quiet and unproblematic, so you didn't have any worries about drama or girls with him by himself.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart. I love you," he was making good on his promise to tell you everyday, and you'd never get tired of hearing it.

"I love you Aaron."

✨✨✨

"So the FBI offered me a deal," Marty was standing in the office at the Blue Cat, updating you on his personal life. You were going to say something to him about the kids, you were just waiting on the right time.

"Does it include prison time?"

He nodded solemnly, but he looked like he had a plan.

"For now. Depending on what I can work out, it may not come to that."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You didn't want to make him mad but you couldn't hide your distaste for the situation.

"Listen, I know you have a lot going on, but check on your kids from time to time. Remind them that you love them. They're feeling really left out lately and I can only do so much."

He sighed, shaking his head before running his hands through his hair.

"I've just got so much on my plate. I'm finally back in business but the shit with the feds is never ending, not to mention the people I work for--" he stopped himself, taking a look at you before shifting the conversation.

"I'll make sure I pass the message along to Wendy. I'm not staying at home," he said simply, and you understood. He'd filed for divorce and Wendy was doing her own thing.

"Just talk to them. They understand more than you know," you said softly, and he put his hand on your shoulder briefly before he left the room. He made sure to talk to Charlotte on the way out, hugging her before he left.

"That was the most I've gotten out of him in months. Thank you."

✨✨✨

You'd heard about Frank Jr. from Ruth but you never expected him in your restaurant, asking for you. Charlotte came and found you while you were in the office finishing up the truck order to tell you that you had a visitor, and your first thought was Aaron, but you couldn't have been more surprised.

"Where's Ruth?" Was his first question, and he was disappointed to learn that you didn't know--you hadn't seen her in weeks. You assumed she was caught up in the investigation and was having a breakdown and that she'd be around when she stopped being terrified of moving.

"You see her more than I do; I talked to her maybe a week ago. She let me know she wouldn't be coming to have a drink with me. We usually meet up here every night." You explained, but she and Marty had so much going on that you didn't blame them for not showing up.

"Well it's been two days and nobody's seen her. Marty told me to check with you. He's in a bit of a mess, huh?"

You'd never met Frank, but he seemed okay. You knew he and Ruth had their problems at one point, but they were over them now.

"His kid is right there," you whispered quietly, wanting to avoid Charlotte hearing about anything Marty was involved with.

"Oh shit, my bad. I don't know where she lives or else I'd check on her myself," he explained, so you asked Charlotte if she could handle things long enough for you to check on Ruth.

Frank Jr. followed you to her trailer; her car was in the driveway. You knocked on the door, petrified at the sight you found. Ruth was shaking, battered and bruised--her eye was black and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"What the fuck," you weren't sure what else to say--it had taken you by complete storm.

"This is what loyalty to Marty looks like. Be glad you aren't involved."

You hugged her tentatively, she hugged you back, but you could tell she was sore. Whoever he worked for must have made sure Ruth stayed loyal by any means necessary.

"He's guilty, isn't he? I've been defending him so hard--" she shook her head, getting you to back off the porch.

"We're not having this conversation. Everyone knows not to say anything to you. Marty made that part of his deal with everyone. You stay out of it completely."

Frank Jr. came from his car to check on Ruth, deciding he would stay with her. You didn't want to leave her alone but you had to get back to work. When you arrived, Charlotte questioned you about if Ruth was okay or not. You told her she was fine, and left it at that. You wondered if Marty's plan all along had been to keep you neutral so you could help him with his family--maybe he had a feeling about you. You weren't sure, but you were thankful no one had broken their end of the bargain yet.

You let work distract you the majority of the day; you had to, or else your thoughts would have run away with you. By the time you and Charlotte were heading home, things were quiet and you couldn't wait to go to bed. You noticed Marty's vehicle before anything and wondered why he was at your house--he never dropped by unless it was an emergency.

"We need to talk." Aaron was already walking over, but he didn't spy Marty until Marty saw him.

"Get your lover boy over here too." You waved Aaron over, and he came hesitantly; you could tell by how his pace slowed and his shoulders hunched that he was afraid of what Marty had to say.

"You going to tell her or should I?" Marty asked, looking at Aaron, and then back at you, a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry," Marty told you, but you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at Aaron, wanting to know what he'd been hiding.

"She's not a part of this, Marty." Aaron looked defensive, his lips pulled in a tight line across his face, his forehead slightly wrinkled in frustration. Marty looked cool as a cucumber, his hands in his pockets.

"She deserves the truth from you, though. You've been investigating me for 2 years, why pick now to use someone to get close to me?" You heard the words but they didn't register, not at first. Aaron was waiting for your face to fall, for the shoe to drop and everything to crumble, and it did. Shortly after Marty said it, you put the pieces together and realized Aaron had been using you all along--he didn't talk about work because Marty was his work, from what it sounded like, his life's work.

"This isn't happening," you put your fingers to your temples, staggering towards the house, Marty following close behind you.

"You needed to know. I didn't find out until today," Marty said at your side, Aaron still standing in your yard, hoping you'd say anything to him.

"You--you were faking it? How? I thought--" you couldn't even choke the words out, you were crying too hard. Your vision was blurry as you turned around, refusing to hear his explanation. There was nothing he could say that could fix it.

"My feelings were never fake! I wasn't supposed to, but I fell in love with you, Y/n. It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

You turned around, momentarily blinded by rage and emotion, pointing your finger in his direction.

"You don't get to make excuses! I let you into my life--I gave you all of my time! But you were lying about everything," you said the last end flatly, heading for your house while he stood outside.

"He's been out of the spotlight until today. I would've told you sooner," Marty sighed, hugging you once you were safely behind your door. You let him hold you while you broke down, sobbing against him loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

"I know. I'm so sorry," he patted your hair, hugging you tightly as you tried to calm down. You'd given yourself over to Aaron and in return, he'd trampled on your trust and love like it was nothing. He should've known when you found out that his original plan was to use you to get to Marty that you'd be livid--you weren't sure what he'd expected.

"What's going on?" Charlotte rushed forward to hug you too, and you wiped your face, sniffling lightly as you gathered yourself so you wouldn't be a wreck in front of the kids.

"I'm okay, Charlotte. I promise," you had to make everyone dinner, so you popped a couple frozen pizzas in the oven and sat down at the table, pouring a glass of whiskey. Marty sat across from you, his hands outstretched on the table.

"The guy knows everything about me. He didn't need you. I--I think he really loves you, Y/n. But he shouldn't have lied to you."

You didn't want to think about it anymore--you wanted to hire someone so you could take a day off. You wanted sleep, rest, leisure in any form. You and Charlotte had been pulling doubles for weeks and you were exhausted from it; you were burnt out, truthfully, but you couldn't quit. You knew you had to keep going, even if it was hell.

"I just--he was always so honest. Not ever about his job, but always about his feelings. I just don't know how you fake that kind of thing," it took a cruel person, that's for sure, so if he was faking, you thought him to be worse than Marty and the whole lot of his accomplices combined.

"Maybe he wasn't faking. But he was lying."

Marty was trying to tell you that his feelings were real, but his reasoning for getting close to you at first was not. You had no doubt after the first time you met him that you'd see him again, but he jumped into things quickly with you, and it made your stomach churn to think that none of it was real.

"I'm gonna be sick," you rushed to the bathroom, dry heaving because your stomach was empty. It was painful, but it distracted you from the pain in your heart for a moment, so you sat at the toilet willing anything to come up. You could hear commotion at your door, and you assumed it was Marty and Aaron, but you weren't sure. You brushed your teeth and went to the living room, where Aaron was standing on the porch and Marty stood in front of the door, keeping in from coming inside.

"Can we talk? Please?" Marty looked to you, and you shook your head, looking past Marty to lock eyes with Aaron.

"Not here. Not in front of the kids. We'll talk later, when I feel like talking."

He nodded, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. You were curious to what he might say, how he'd explain himself. It must've been real if he was still trying to defend himself, he obviously didn't want to lose you or else he wouldn't still be at your door.

"I can wait. I'll be ready whenever you are."

You let Marty shut the door, trying to hold it together, clutching your glass like a lifeline as you let out a shaky breath.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, but you shrugged, because the truth was, you didn't know.

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