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mirisss · 4 months ago

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Mine To Love

Cat hybrid! Park Sunghoon x human! afab! reader

Summary: Park Sunghoon had a rough life for many years, it wasn’t easy being a hybrid for him, most people loved buying or adopting cat hybrids as pets but anyone who adopted him, quickly returned him to the shelter, he didn’t understand why, so when a girl named (Y/n) finally adopted him, he was going to do everything he could to make sure she would keep him.

Warnings: Possessiveness, jealousy, some anxiety, some depression, Sunghoon is kind of obsessed with the reader, some steamier scenes,

Wordcount ≈ 4.6 k

Sunghoon’s POV

The shelter was buzzing with life as it was packed with probably a hundred people who were here to find a hybrid to adopt. The noise annoyed me, it was too loud, and I knew, no one would look twice at me, whenever they looked at me, they noticed my age and kept on looking for someone younger.

I don’t understand why, hybrids aren’t like normal pets, we don’t just live for 10 years, we live as long as humans if not even longer. So what if I was in my early twenties? I still had a good 70 or even 80 years to live, unless I got sick of course, I’m well-behaved, but still, I’m unlovable it seems.

Since I was three years old, I have been adopted and returned to the shelter, 15 times. 15 times during 19 years and for the last 3 years, I have been at the shelter, without anyone showing the slightest interest in me.

Everyone at the shelter always whispered, thinking I wouldn’t hear them, saying it was weird because I’m a purebred, black Maine coon, quite an attractive breed, big, cuddly, independent. And my more human form wasn’t bad looking either, many people often gushing over me but still, no one wanted me.

I stayed in the far corner of my room, I’d like to call it a cage but it was quite a nice room, this was one of the better shelters, but it still felt like a cage. I had barely left the room since I had been returned last time, too sad and depressed, I didn’t want to go outside and play with the others, it was easier staying here, alone.

Every now and then a child would bang their dirty hands on the window into my room, excited to see the hybrid inside it, but as I looked at them, they ran away. Some even going as far as crying, thinking I looked scary. My yet black hair and ears, my dark eyes, and the protruding fangs on my lips, probably made me look like a monster to them. Even their parents would hurry away from my room as they saw what had frightened their child.

I had truly given up on finding a home. 3 years and no one even stayed by my room for longer than 15 seconds, and yes, I kept count, that’s what hope does to you, but now, I just sit here, waiting for an employee to bring me food and try to cheer me up with false promises. Maybe next time. Someone will come eventually. This just wasn’t your day. Try to smile more, maybe they’ll be intrigued with you then. Smile more, yeah right, showing off my fangs even more.

I was a Maine coon, in my cat form I was huge, and in my human form, my fangs resembled that of a vampire’s, if I smile, you can see the full extent of them, most people assume I’m a panther, a wild big cat, and that’s not a family-friendly pet.

The shelter was closing in 30 minutes, the sun had set, casting my room into darkness, I still hadn’t moved an inch from my corner, it was better this way, people wouldn’t even have to think someone was in this room. Each glance still gave me some hope so if they don’t look, it’s easier on my fragile heart.

Suddenly my ears picked up the sound of someone unlocking the door to my room, probably an employee who would turn on the lights, but to my surprise, there was a woman, a customer, standing beside the employee. Had someone actually asked to see me? No, don’t get your hopes up. “This is Sunghoon, he’s 22 years old, a Maine coon, his coat is jet black… He’s probably the closest hybrid we have to your requests, ms. Kim,” The woman looked me up and down, her eyes held distaste in them, she wasn’t satisfied with me. “Why would I want something so glum and sad, no, I think I’ll take my business elsewhere, nothing here seems to satisfy my taste,” My heart sank, of course, I wasn’t enough. Too sad and glum. I contemplated trying to smile but the woman had already turned and walked away by the time I had blinked.

With just five more minutes until no more customers were allowed, I noticed someone standing outside my window, looking at me, they had stood there for a good minute or two. I looked up to the window and found a girl standing there, she looked sad, just like I did. When she noticed me looking at her, she waved her hand in a tiny motion, most people would have missed it had they not been looking at her hand. I waved back in the same tiny motion. And then she left. My heart broke, once again, I had been a fool to think that someone would choose me.

“I’m sorry, miss but we’re closing down in about a minute so we can’t let you meet any of the hybrids, you can come back tomorrow though,” “Oh, okay, sorry for being so late, I’ll make sure to come back tomorrow,” The voices came from right outside my door, maybe just maybe, the girl who would return tomorrow, was the one who had waved at me just a minute earlier.

~ The next day ~

I lay emotionless in my bed, I hadn’t touched the breakfast the employees had given me an hour ago. I heard the buzzing of people walking around looking at hybrids again, no footsteps stopped at my door, and no one was interested in me. That was until the clock struck 12, lunchtime, the buzzing halted as everyone went to eat lunch. It was then that I heard light footsteps approaching my door, I thought they were just passing, but they stopped outside my room, the lock slowly turning, and then the door opened.

In the opening, stood the girl from yesterday. She was shyly smiling at me. She was cute. I couldn’t help but smile back, only for a second though as she gasped at the sight of my fangs, so I quickly stopped smiling and looked away, ready for the door to close again. Another pair of footsteps was walking toward us, no doubt an employee.

“I’m sorry about that, emergency with one of the small ones, anyway, this is Sunghoon, 22 years old, Maine coon, jet black coat, as far as we know he is well-behaved, quite calm and kind, we don’t know how cuddly he is, but I’m sure he’ll warm up once you get to know him,” It wasn’t the first time they had introduced me to someone, but each year with my age going up, most people would become uninterested when they heard how old I was, yet this girl still seemed intrigued with me. “How long has he been in the shelter?” “Almost his whole life, he has been adopted many times but all those homes didn’t work out, so he has been returned to us far too many times,”

The girl’s eyes became glossy as she heard about my history. “Was he just returned for no reason?” The employee looked at me with pity. “Most reasons were that he was too big as a cat, too old, too quiet, or similar things, nothing about bad behavior,” “Would it be okay if we spent some time alone, to talk?” “Of course, just close the door and when you wish to leave, just knock on it and we’ll come and open it,” “Are you okay with that? Me staying here with you for a while?” Sunghoon was confused, was this girl asking him for his opinion? I just nodded, too afraid to speak at the moment, scared that this was all a dream.

Third Person POV

The employee left and now it was just Sunghoon and the girl in the room, she sat down on the floor, facing the bed that Sunghoon was sitting on. He felt bad that she had to sit on the cold hard floor, but he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and ask her to take the bed.

“I’m (Y/n),” Sunghoon looked at her, she was smiling at him, but he noticed the way she was trembling, nervous, and anxious, it was similar to what he was feeling. “I’m Sunghoon,” He covered his mouth with his hand so that she couldn’t see his fangs as he introduced himself. “Why do you do that? Cover your mouth?” Sunghoon continued holding his hand in front of his mouth as he answered. “My fangs are quite large and people find them intimidating so I’ve found that people feel more comfortable around me if I do this,” “They’re beautiful, your fangs I mean,” Sunghoon felt his heart skip a beat, she thought his fangs were beautiful. “What do you mean?” “Your fangs, they’re a great contrast to your dark hair, ears, and tail, your fangs are so clear and white, while your hair is jet black, it suits you, when I gasped earlier it wasn’t because I found you scary, it was because you were so breathtakingly handsome,” (Y/n)’s face flushed red as she said that, Sunghoon found it intriguing.

Never before had anyone taken his opinion into account before doing something, and never had he seen someone be so genuine and real about their thoughts of him. Sunghoon dared move his hand away from his mouth, allowing (Y/n) to see his whole face again. “How come you’re here? At the shelter, and with me?” (Y/n) smiled as he removed his hand, admiring his fangs and handsome face. “I’m lonely, so I want to find a companion, someone I can come home to so that my house feels less empty, I want someone who is genuine, I want a real friend, and I want to help someone, give them a home too. When I was here yesterday, I was drawn to you, everyone else looks so happy and cheerful, they’re children, but you, you looked like me, lonely, so I wanted to know more about you,”

Sunghoon didn’t understand, how could such a kind girl be lonely. “Why are you lonely?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t talk with my family, we fell out about a year ago over a silly disagreement, I’ve tried reaching out to them but they don’t answer so I’ve given up on that. I had some friends but after I went through a breakup, they all left because they took his side, it was messy, so I just left, it was easier that way. And after that, I have barely been out except for work,” Sunghoon’s guarded gaze softened as (Y/n)’s eyes became glossy with tears. They were both abandoned by the people who were supposed to love them and protect them. This had to be it. This girl has to be my forever home. Sunghoon thought.

(Y/n) buried her face in her hands, trying to stop herself from crying. Sunghoon silently got off the bed and crawled toward her on the floor, just like the cat inside him, he moved without a sound. Gently, the hybrid wrapped his long arms around the girl, trying his best to comfort her, (Y/n) was shocked at the action but she quickly relaxed into him and returned the hug. It had been so long since someone had embraced him or even shown the slightest of physical love for him, like petting him or hugging him, that this one hug, caused him to purr loudly.

Sunghoon was embarrassed, he barely remembered that he could purr because he hadn’t done it for over 10 years. His face and neck flushed a deep red color. (Y/n) noticed as they slightly separated from one another, she smiled and giggled, he looked so cute. Her giggles only caused him to blush more. “You look so cute like this, like a kitten, almost,” “Ya, I’m an adult,” “Mhm, maybe, but you still look cute,” Sunghoon was happy that (Y/n) seemed to have shaken away the sadness from before, he like seeing her smile, he wished he could protect her happiness so that she would never have to cry again.

“Would you like it if I adopted you? I think we’d really get along, and maybe, we’d feel less lonely,” Sunghoon was afraid, what if she returned him just like everyone else? This was the final chance, if this doesn’t work out, he’ll never return to the shelter, he’ll run away. One final chance at having a home. One last time, he would allow himself to believe he was actually wanted. “I’d really like that,” “I’ll get started on the paperwork then,”

2 hours later, (Y/n) finally finished signing and reading all the papers regarding the adoption. The employees were happy for Sunghoon but also for themselves, they were losing money on keeping such an old hybrid in the shelter, most other shelters would have euthanized him by now, so they just hoped that this time, he wouldn’t be returned. They hoped that this was the last time they saw him. “There, all done, miss. Sunghoon doesn’t have many belongings, only a small bag of clothes, and he doesn’t have a collar, so before you can leave with him, you’ll have to buy one and have your name and address and everything written on the tag,” “Can I buy a collar here?” “No, you can do it a few stores down, at the pet and hybrid shop, they close soon though so you might have to come back tomorrow,” “If I run there and get the collar fixed, can I bring him home today?” “Yes, if you get the collar, you can have him, right now,”

(Y/n) rushed out the door, running to the store, ready to fix the collar so that the poor boy could leave that place. “Hey, I want this collar, and these things printed on the tag, please,” it took 10 minutes to fix the collar, right before the store closed, once (Y/n) held the collar in her hands she ran back to the shelter, not wanting Sunghoon to believe she had abandoned him. By the time she returned to the shelter, she was out of breath and panting, she showed the shelter employees the collar, and once they said that it was approved, she walked over to his room, opening the door with a smile.

“Ready to go home?” “You didn’t leave? You’re actually adopting me?” “I did leave for a few minutes to get this,” (Y/n) held her hand toward him, the collar in it catching his attention. Sunghoon looked at it with adoration in his eyes. He finally noticed that her heart was racing, her face flushed, some sweat had formed on her forehead, she had been running, all to be able to take him home today. Home. “And, yes, of course, I am. If you still want me to,” (Y/n) looked a bit hesitant, what if Sunghoon had changed his mind about her? She began retracting her hand, but before she could bring it more than an inch closer to her, Sunghoon quickly snatched the collar from her hand and put it on himself. “Let’s go home, please,” (Y/n) smiled at him, and gently grabbed one of his hands into hers, his other hand held a small bag, his clothes. We need to get him some new clothes, one day at a time. (Y/n) gently guided the cat out of his room and out of the shelter toward her car.

It felt like a fever dream, she treated him like a person and not just a pet, he got to ride in the front seat of the car, in his human form, every car ride he had ever had previously was in his cat form. Sunghoon didn’t dare let go of (Y/n)’s hand once they both sat in the car, afraid that if he wasn’t touching her, she would disappear. But she didn’t, she was there, she was real, and now she was his.

Sunghoon was in awe of the house in front of him, (Y/n) had parked the car in front of a cozy-looking house. It wasn’t the biggest one he had seen, but it was the one that looked the most like a home. “Welcome home, it’s not huge but it’s enough for the two of us,” “I don’t know what to say, I’m just so happy to finally have a place to call home, thank you,” Once again, Sunghoon embraced (Y/n) into a tight hug, he didn’t even notice himself moving closer to her before he had already buried his face in her neck. Her scent was intoxicatingly sweet, he liked it, a lot.

“I didn’t expect you to be so cuddly, I’m not complaining, though, but at the shelter they told me you were quite cold to everyone,” “Mhm, being rejected over and over will do that to you, I don’t know why, but I just really like being close to you,” He snuggled even closer to the human, his tail was swishing back and forth, his sensitive ears made magnetic shocks go through him as they rubbed against her. “Come on, let’s head inside, it’s cold out here, at least for me, I know hybrids tend to be warmer than us humans, so you might not notice it as well as I do,” Sunghoon reluctantly released her so that they could walk into the house. Everything smelled so strongly of her, he loved it, he never wanted to leave.

(Y/n) showed Sunghoon around the house, he still held onto her hand whenever he could, “So, this is my bedroom, and here just across from it, would be your room, it’s really plain right now but you will be able to decorate it as you wish, these two rooms have private bathrooms so we don’t have to share, and then downstairs there’s another bathroom that we can use when we’re down there or if we have guests over, which we probably won’t have considering that I don’t have any friends and you’ve been in the shelter for so long,” Sunghoon didn’t understand why he almost felt happy about it being only the two of them, forever.

“The bed is made for you in there, there’s a towel and toiletries in the bathroom if you want to take a shower before going to bed, I have taken time of work for a week so we can go out shopping for some new clothes and things for your room during the upcoming days, I also don’t know anything about your preferred diet so we need to buy stuff for that too,” “I eat most things humans do, except for mint-choco ice cream, I need to eat a lot of protein to stay healthy, and because of my cat side I can’t eat big amounts of onion, garlic, and stuff like that. I can eat some but not a lot or I can get gut problems or even anemia,” “Good to know, well, we’ll go shopping tomorrow so everything will be fine, you can pick whatever you want then, I’m gonna head to bed as I’m exhausted, sleep well, kitten,”

Sunghoon blushed at the nickname, “Ya, I’m not a kitten,” “Mhm, you keep telling yourself that,” “Good night,” Sunghoon was a bit scared to say good night, afraid that this wonderful dream would end if he did. Nonetheless, he opened the door to his room. (Y/n) had been right about the room being plain, but so had his room at the shelter been so one more night of that, didn’t bother him. The bed was big, almost three times the size of his old one. He walked into the bathroom, it was nice, luxurious even, once again, he realized that (Y/n) treated him as a person and not as a pet.

Even though he was part cat, Sunghoon loved showering, it was nice feeling clean and fresh, the soap in the bathroom was mostly targeted toward women as it smelled like roses, it smelled like (Y/n), so Sunghoon didn’t mind it. He liked smelling like her. However, he would have wished that the scent actually came directly from (Y/n) and not just from using the same soap.

After the shower, Sunghoon lay down in the bed, it was soft, like a cloud, before he knew it, he had fallen asleep, dreaming of (Y/n) and how living with her would be.

~ Fast forward a week ~

During this week, (Y/n) and Sunghoon had gone shopping for clothes, towels, toiletries, food, and a few decorative pieces for his room and for the house to make it feel more like his home as well and not only have touches of (Y/n). Sunghoon enjoyed spending time with (Y/n), at home it was just the two of them, he could hug her as much as he wanted to, he could make sure that his scent was all over her, and hers on him, he was lovesick and he never wanted this to end.

A week had gone by, and it was now time for (Y/n) to go back to work. This means Sunghoon would be home alone for a few hours every other day as (Y/n) could work from home some days. “I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave me,” He tried to give the human his best ‘puppy eyes’, but nothing worked, she wouldn’t budge. “I have to work, Hoon, otherwise I can’t afford to keep the house, or you,” Sunghoon was pouting but he eventually gave in, letting go of (Y/n), he went to the sofa, shifted to his cat form, and curled up on the sofa, covering his eyes with his tail. He was sad and wanted to spend his lonely hours asleep until (Y/n) would return from work.

Eventually, Sunghoon got used to (Y/n) heading to work every other day, he still didn’t like it, but he understood that it was a must for her to work. To work off some of his possessive feelings that wanted to lock her up and never let her leave him, Sunghoon began working out, he quickly became buff, his muscles defined and tempting. Oh so tempting, for (Y/n). There was no denying that she had found the hybrid incredibly attractive before, but now, she could barely resist throwing herself at him. But that would be wrong. What if he didn’t want that? So she tried to keep her horny thoughts to herself, and maybe it was time to find a new partner so that she could blow off some steam. Even if she wished that her partner would be Sunghoon.

~ About a month after (Y/n) went back to work ~

(Y/n) walked through the door, groceries in hand, Sunghoon noticed that she seemed extra cheerful today, he had been in his cat form so he shifted back to his human form just as she came into the living room. “Hello, kitten, how are you?” “I’m good, worked out a bit earlier, and then I watched a movie, fell asleep, that’s about it, how about you?” “I’m good, I ate lunch with one of my coworkers today, Jay, he’s really nice, he even paid for my lunch, he’s handsome as well,”

Sunghoon’s smile fell. (Y/n) had eaten lunch with another man, he’s handsome, no, you’re not supposed to find other men attractive, you have me, you don’t need anyone else. He thought, but he tried to swallow his jealousy, he couldn’t lose you for such a silly reason. Silly. No. This was about life or death.

For the following couple of days, (Y/n) always had something to say about this Jay. Sunghoon was trying his best to control himself but each day it got harder and harder, the final straw for his self-control was when you returned home, later than usual, and you smelled like a man, it was subtle, but it was clearly there for his sensitive nose. Someone’s trying to steal my (Y/n) from me.

As (Y/n) stepped into the living room, talking about Jay once again, his scent creeping up on Sunghoon, her eyes sparkling, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was jealous, jealous that another man had touched his girl, jealous that (Y/n) seemed so enthralled with this man. He was threatened, what if this Jay takes his place in (Y/n)’s life? What if she doesn’t want him anymore if she has Jay? What if he loses his home? He couldn’t control himself, his body moving out of pure instinct.

Sunghoon lightly pushed (Y/n)’s shoulders until her back collided with the wall, he had one hand on her waist now, and the other on her cheek, he gazed into her eyes with yearning, worry, sadness, and an urgency like never before. “What--mmm” Before she could end her sentence, Sunghoon crashed his lips onto hers, his fangs felt cold against her lips yet she welcomed the feeling, it was exciting, new, it felt dangerous.

(Y/n) was surprised, stunned, by the cat’s actions, but she didn’t dare push him away, not because of fear, but because she was afraid this was her only chance to experience him. Sunghoon inhaled deeply, almost going feral from the scent of the (Y/n)’s arousal, this only caused him to deepen the kiss even more.

Once Sunghoon stopped attacking (Y/n)’s lips with his own, he had teary eyes, from frustration, “Please don’t abandon me for some guy, I’m better than him, please, you have to be mine, you’re mine to keep, mine to love, please, I love you, I don’t want to share you with anyone, I want to be selfish, just this once, please, (Y/n),”

(Y/n) was still trying to catch her breath from the make-out session that had just happened, she raised one hand to his cheek, gently caressing it, wiping away some tears that escaped from his eye, she leaned in, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “I’m all yours, Honnie, you don’t have to share, don’t worry, I only need you,”

Sunghoon immediately leaned down for more kisses. This time even deeper, yet more gentle than the first. He was ecstatic, he finally had his home, and his person, his person that he didn’t have to share. She was his and he was hers. “I can’t control myself anymore, I need all of you,” “Then take me,” Sunghoon lifted (Y/n) up and carried her to his bed, where they spent a long night reassuring one another of their love for each other, and Sunghoon made sure to erase every trace of Jay from her body and mind. Now his scent was engulfing her entire being, and his image was the only one in her head. His tail swished happily back and forth as (Y/n) lay in his arms, and soon enough she fell asleep, as she listened to him spinning loudly, happy to finally call her his.

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probably-writing-x · 9 months ago

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Better For You

Spencer White x Reader

Summary: You knew Spencer outside of his ‘Spider’ persona. You knew the boy he was outside of the school crowd. But when the two worlds collide, will you see him for who he actually is?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of spiking, cursing

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“Spencer White?” You glance up from the diary in front of you, “Starting today?”

The tall boy in front of you clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. You can call me Spider.”

You scrunch your nose at his request, “Yeah I’m not gonna do that.”

He scoffs, “Alright, and what do I call you?”

“(Y/n),” You respond, “It’s just us two today so I can show you the ropes.”

“Can’t be that hard right? Sell people tickets, serve popcorn, pour a few drinks?”

You stare at him with a black expression, evidently unimpressed.

He looks down at his feet and then back up to you, “Okay, where do I start?”

Spencer was about the same age as you, you assumed. Your boss had said he came across as ‘confident and enthusiastic’ in his interview but both of those things seemed a little uncertain now.

You’d been working at the movie theater for nearly a year now, your uncle knew the manager so you’d been a shoo in from the moment you were old enough to work. It was long hours, late days, annoying customers, but it earned you money and that was all it needed to do.

“Let’s start with popcorn.”

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That was two months ago now. You now spent nearly every shift with Spencer. He made the long nights feel like they ended earlier. He snuck you free food, dealt with the annoying customers for you, sped around the screens quicker than you so you didn’t have to do as much cleaning. He took extra hours so he could work when you worked.

You’d learnt in that two months that he was working here after an argument with his mum where she told him he’d never worked a day in his life. He’d taken this job to prove her wrong. That was on one of your late night shifts after a midnight screening. It was just the two of you and he was evidently down, evidently in need of someone to talk to. He’d opened up to you. You’d told him that you were sorry, though you weren’t exactly sure what for. He’d laughed and told you that if his Mum saw him like this she’d tell him this wasn’t work.

He drove you home that night, same as every night. And he thanked you before you got out of the car. He didn’t tell you what for, just said ‘thank you”. He needed it more than you did.

Now, he had your number and you had his. And you texted when you weren’t at work together. He sent you songs he thought you’d like, mainly from rock bands he’d heard at a concert that weekend. You sent him films he should watch and he forced himself to watch them, giving you a running commentary with text updates every few minutes.

You spoke to him more than you spoke to your other friends. You told him things before you told them nowadays too. But you two never saw each other outside of work. Separate schools, separate lives.

“Here,” You hand him over a stack of medium cups to add to the supplies at the counter.

Spencer takes them from you, loading them up onto the pyramid of cups you’d been making. It was a quiet day.

“You know if these fall you’re picking them up,” You comment, handing him another two cups.

Spencer adds them too and steps back with his hands raised as if he’s going to catch it, “Yeah, yeah, I figured.”

You grin, both of you admiring your handiwork.

“So,” He steps back to lean against the machine behind him, “I had a question.”

“A question,” You repeat, “Mysterious.”

“I know we’re not working on Saturday. My mates are having a party at the weekend, it’s stupid really, like this graveyard thing,” He shakes his head, “I was just… would you… would you want to come?”

You frown a little, as if taken aback but not wanting to admit it, “Are you…”

“You don’t have to, it’s a stupid idea really, I don’t know why we-“

“Yeah, I’ll come,” You nod, “I’m not here, so I’ve got nothing else to do.”

He smiles, “Alright, well then it’s a date.”

“Is it?” You cock a brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I-“ His cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, “Shut up.”

Spencer rolls his eyes and steps forward, collapsing down the pyramid of cups into stacks in front of him.

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Spencer texts you the location and you walk there as the sun’s going down - a little later than he’d suggested so you didn’t look awkward and eager.

It’s eerie when you think of it - a clearing in a graveyard converted into a party location. There’s already a crowd building, a mismatched stack of alcohol at one side and a littering of people you didn’t recognise mingling around.

Why had you agreed to come? You didn’t know a single soul here beyond Spencer. And surely he had other friends he’d want to see? The thoughts of turning around and pretending to have never arrived start coursing through your head. Your feet come to a stop, as if you’re preparing to disappear back into the surroundings.

“There you are!”

And there he is.

Through the crowd, you spot the familiar sight of that blonde floppy hair. The way his face curls up into that signature smile. He’s holding a red solo cup in each of his hands, extending them wide as if hugging you through the air.

“Was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure about the whole… graveyard thing.”

Spencer laughs, “Yeah you just need to drink enough so you don’t think about it.”

He hands one of the cups to you and you take a sip.

“Careful, they’re probably spiked,” A girl walks past the two of you, eying Spencer with evident disgust.

She’s got dark short hair and a brightly coloured jacket with a black dress and she looks at you as if shes worried about you.

“Fuck off Amerie,” Spencer snaps, rolling his eyes at her.

You glance up at him and back to her and she offers you a small smile like she’s trying to warn you of something. She walks off over to another group of people and Spencer turns back to you.

“What was tha-“

“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people,” He places a hand gently on the middle of your back as if guiding you through the crowd.

There’s a group of boys over the other side, shouting loudly at each other and making vulgar gestures to go alongside whatever conversation they were having.

“Oi dickheads,” Spencer calls over, “Be normal for a minute, ay?”

The boys stop and turn around, both of them looking at you and then back to their friend.

“This is (Y/n),” He looks down at you and then back to them.

“(Y/n)!” One of the boys grins widely, “We’ve heard a lot about you. You moved in by Spider right?”

“Wh-“

“This is Ant, and that’s Dusty,” Spencer gestures between the two of them before you can say anything else.

“Nice to meet you,” You smile softly, “You know Spencer from school?”

“Yeah, basically since we could walk,” Dusty smiles at you, “We can tell you all the gory details.”

“Alright, alright, I’m right here,” Spencer shakes his head, standing close enough to you that his side is against yours, his arm still placed on your back.

He’s got that way about him. The feeling that you could just melt into his connection. You couldn’t explain it, but in a crowd of people you didn’t know, you were glad he was still beside you.

———

“So how does the dunny situation work here?”

Spencer turns to you and laughs, the two of you now at the edge of the party as people had started dancing in the middle. It was dark now, and you were stood just inches closer to Spencer to make the most of his radiating warmth.

“You find a spot where nobody can see you, and you put in some squat training,” He smiles, the kind of smile that creases his eyes.

“Oh how glamorous,” You wiggle your brows, placing your cup into his hand, “I’ll be right back.”

His fingertips linger on yours as your hand pulls away from his, his eyes lingering on you for even longer as you walk away.

You trail out away from the crowd and down a small path away from any prying eyes until you bump into the sound of giggling girls just ahead of you.

“Oh shit, sorry, I was just looking for somewhere to piss,” You clear your throat.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait,” One of the girls looks over to you, “You’re the girl that Spider was with right?”

It was the girl from earlier. The one Spencer had told to fuck off.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/n),” You offer a smile.

The girl’s friend stands up and zips up her trousers, both of them walking closer to you.

“I don’t want to sound like a cunt, but just be careful with him,” The girl, Amerie says.

“Am,” The other girl hits her arm, “You’re going to scare the poor girl.”

You look at her and fold your arms around you as if shrinking away from them, evidently uncomfortable.

“He’s just…” The other girl begins, “Very outspoken. He’s not exactly the nicest guy at Hartley.”

“He’s a grade A cunt,” Amerie adds, “And you seem like way too good for him.”

“Alright, we’re gonna go before Amerie says anything worse,” The other girl confirms, “Have a good night yeah?”

They both walk past you and you stand stuck in your spot, repeating over everything they had said. Spencer had been the nicest boy ever since you’d known him. He was thoughtful and funny and he was who you looked forward to seeing every shift. But everyone here seemed to be talking about a different boy when it came to him. To the girls, he was like the worst guy they’d known. And why had he lied to the boys about how he knew you?

“(Y/n)?”

You turn in your spot to see him stood behind you, far enough away that you can only make out his silhouette in the dark.

“You’d been a while, I was just making sure you were okay,” He speaks so softly you feel your heart skip a little.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You clear your throat, walking towards him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Spencer offers, “I reckon the coppers will be here soon.”

“Yeah,” You smile at him lightly, “I’ll probably book an Uber-“

He holds his cup out towards you, “I’m not drinking. I’ll drive you home.”

Spencer tugs his jacket off from his shoulder and places it around yours his hand slipping down beside your arm until his hand is hovering beside yours. You interlock your hand with his and he smiles once more, like he’s relieved at the contact.

———

The drive back isn’t far, and the empty roads make it even quicker. Spencer still indicates every time he needs to, drives the limit rather than anything over, glances at you every so often to make sure you were okay in the passenger seat.

He pulls up in front of your house and shuts off the engine.

“So, will you be rushing back to a graveyard party any time soon?” He leans his head back against the headrest and turns it towards you.

“I think I’ll stick to the beach or a house party for now,” You nod, running your hands over the cold skin of your thighs.

Spencer laughs, “Yeah I-“

“Can I ask you something?” You interject, the thought practically spilling from your mind.

He frowns, nodding slightly.

“Why did the boys think I was your neighbour? Did you not tell them we worked together?”

Spencer swallows the lump in his throat, “I didn’t tell them about the job.”

You furrow your brows, “Is working at a movie theater really that bad?”

He lets out a deep breath, “It’s not that.”

There’s a stillness in the air between you. That sort of tension that he always managed to dissipate. He’s calm and yet the air seems to be full of all the nerves he could muster in your presence.

“I don’t really talk to them about anything with my Mum, or home, or anything. And I guess I figured if they knew about the job they’d start asking questions and it’s just… not something I tell people.”

“You told me.”

Spencer chuckles a little, “You’re easier to talk to.”

You smile at him and the tension in his shoulders seems to relax a little, “I guess I can pretend to be your neighbour next time.”

“Next time?” He raises his brows, “So you did like the graveyard.”

You laugh, your gaze averting to the darkness looming over your house, not a single light on.

“So, my parents are away,” You say quietly, like you’re now the one holding all of the nervous energy, “Do you want to… I mean you could…”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, unsure at what point in your time knowing him had it become so easy for Spencer to make you nervous.

———

He sits at the end of the bed whilst you get ready in the bathroom. You take off your makeup, wash your face, tie back your hair and change into your pyjamas. They were one of the cuter sets you owned - different to the normal baggy t-shirt you’d wear. But if there was ever a time to wear a nicer set, it was whilst Spencer would be the one you were sharing a bed with.

When you walk back in, he looks up from the book he had in his hands - one he’d taken from your nightstand.

“Didn’t think that would be your kind of thing,” You nod towards it, walking over to your side of the bed.

“Too many big words,” He smiles, setting it back down and shuffling backwards on the bed.

He was wearing only his t-shirt and boxers now - his other clothes folded in a pile on the chair in front of your vanity.

“Okay we’ve got a problem here,” You comment, looking down at him.

“What’s that?” He asks, swinging his legs around so that he’s sat at the side of the bed facing you, his knees bumping against your legs.

“This is my side of the bed,” You mention.

“Oh is it?” Spencer cocks a brow at you and you hum in response.

His hands reach out and gently brush the skin of your thigh, trailing upwards towards your waist as if drawing you towards him. You let him guide you, shifting until you are straddling his lap. Neither of you speak, Spencer’s hand moving around to hold your back, one remaining on your waist. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes focused on his like you’re seeking that comfort.

“Can I kiss you?” Spencer whispers, the words seeming to tumble from his lips.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Yes.”

The corners of his mouth upturn just slightly, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. And then, he closes the gap just enough. His lips press against yours, soft and cautious but somehow so certain of themselves. His hand moves to cup your jaw, drawing more of you to him as his fingertips tangle into your hair. When he pulls away, his lips curl into a smile, forehead pressing against yours.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” He whispers, as if not wanting anything else to ruin the moment.

You laugh, leaning into him, “This is still my side.”

Spencer chuckles, holding one arm tightly around his waist to shuffle you both back across the mattress. He shifts to lay you down on one side of the bed before settling down on the side beside you, his arm outstretched to pull you into his chest. You can feel his heart beating against your ear and you’re relieved for a second he is sharing in the same adrenaline that you are.

His fingertips trail up and down your arm, the most delicate touch he could muster.

“I’m sorry I lied to the boys about you,” He speaks the words quietly into the air of the room.

You tilt your head upwards just enough that you can see his face, “We already spoke about this, you don’t have to-“

“Yeah but I didn’t apologise properly and I should do,” He nods, “It shouldn’t be your problem to have to lie to them too.”

“Would it really be so bad if they knew you had a job?”

Spencer shakes his head, tucking his other arm beneath his head on the pillow, “No, it wouldn’t. I just don’t like the thought of them knowing everything that goes on at home. It’s easier to go into school and act like none of that exists.”

You lean up onto your elbows and turn to face him, reaching up a hand to run through the hair falling at the side of his forehead, “Would it not be easier if you could talk to them about it?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, his eyes flitting between each of yours, “I don’t think I’d even know what to say.”

Spencer leans up just enough to kiss you again, gentle and fleeting.

He pulls you back down to his chest and tugs the blanket up over both of you. The pair of you stay there, like that in each other’s arms, until his breath starts to even out and he falls asleep - though, even then, his arms don’t loosen from around you.

———

Spider is back at school on Monday morning. He’d spent all of Sunday with you - waking up at your house, driving you both to work, and then taking you to dinner afterwards. It was the first time he’d ever woken up and instantly wanted to text someone, sending you a quick ‘good morning’ along with his complaints for not wanting to go to school today. He felt like a child with his first crush. Though, when he thought about it, maybe this was the first proper crush he’d had. No other girl had made him feel like this. And he’d savour it for as long as he could.

“Oi dickhead, are you listening?” Dusty interrupts his thoughts, the two of them walking towards the locker room to get changed.

“No,” Spider shrugs, “Do I need to be?”

“You missed a killer end to the party man,” Dusty points out, pushing the door open to where the rest of the boys already were, “I can’t believe you left early.”

“Oh come on I think Spider had other things on his mind,” Ant points out as soon as he overhears the conversation.

“Yeah who the fuck was that chick?”

“Does it matter? Either way Spider was going to fu-“

“Cut it out,” Spider snaps, to nobody in particular, just hoping for anything that would stop the topic of conversation.

“Aww is Spider precious about his latest conquest?” Ant frowns, “You’ll be onto the next one by this weekend.”

“Have you ever just thought of shutting up Ant?” Spider questions, reaching down to tie the laces of his trainers, “I mean, seriously, is it so hard to think (Y/n) might just be a good person? Someone I actually like hanging out with?”

“I don’t think that’s what they’re doubting,” It’s Malakai that speaks this time.

Spider looks at him, uncertain.

“If she’s a decent person, the last guy she should be around is you.”

For a moment, he feels the silence around him. The same tightness in his chest that he got at every dinner with his Mum. The same voice in his head telling him it was impossible for him to be good.

“Well,” He clears his throat, standing up from the bench, “Good thing I don’t need to listen to you cunts.”

When he walks out onto the field, the girls are already crowded around in conversations with each other. Spider walks over, crossing towards the opposite side of the field.

“Oi Spider!”

It’s Amerie that yells after him. He turns around to see her and Harper making their way over.

“You know we told that girl from the party to stay away from you,” Amerie states strongly, offering him her most judgemental look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You might be able to put on an act for her but she deserves to know how shitty you are.”

“Are you kidding?” Spider scoffs, “You don’t even know her, why’s it your place to say anything?”

“We don’t know her,” Amerie shrugs, “But we know you. And no girl deserves that.”

He glances around at the rest of the people on the field, across to where the boys have just started filtering outside too. Not a single person here thought well of him. Even the boys, his friends, they saw him as the boy that said what they wouldn’t say. He was funny to them before he was good. He was someone to laugh at before he’d ever be someone to talk to. He’d become a show piece at this school. The controversial one that said what nobody else would.

“Ever thought that I might want to be a decent guy? That if I actually liked someone it’s genuine?” Spider shrugs, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Oh fuck off Spider, are you even capable of that?”

“Maybe.”

———

You’d been on Spider’s mind for the whole day. And, as soon as the final bell rang, all he could think of was getting to you.

It’s not a far drive, just the other side of town. But he speeds as if it’s some sort of last ditch attempt to get to you. He hadn’t thought to text, or ask where you were, or ask if you were free. He just knew he needed to get to you. And when he pulls up in front of your house, he realises this is as far as his thoughts had taken him, he wasn’t sure what that meant now.

He knocks on the door, harshly as if he’s channeling his nerves into the sound.

It’s not you on the other side. Instead, an older woman, bearing some resemblance to you in the brightness of her eyes.

“Hi, can I help you?” Her brows furrow but she smiles at him welcomingly, warmly.

“Um-“ He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “I just-“

“Are you (Y/n)’s friend?”

Before he can respond, you come up behind the woman and grasp her shoulders, “I’ve got this one Mum.”

You glance to Spencer and smile, instantly relaxing the tension in his shoulders.

“It was nice to meet you,” Your Mum nods to him, turning to you and giving you some sort of knowing smile as if exchanging silent words.

You step out of the front door and pull it almost-closed behind you;

“What are you doing here Spencer?”

“You didn’t tell me what the girls said to you at the party.”

“I-“ You wrap your arms over your chest as a breeze courses past both of you, “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Didn’t matter?” He half laughs, his shoulders dropping, “They practically told you to get as far away from me as you could.”

“Yeah. And that doesn’t mean I believed them.”

Spencer smiles at you just a little, but it falters quickly.

“Why do they hate you so much Spencer?”

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he looks at you like even the sight of you is enough to calm down all of the worry coursing through him.

“My whole life it’s just been me and my Mum. I didn’t have siblings, my Dad was never in the picture. And so I had this one person left that was meant to love me. You know? That was her job, right? She’s my Mum, she just needs to love me and we’d figure the rest out. My Mum treats me every day like I’m the worst guy on the planet. I’m a guy and she thinks that’s enough for me to be someone she should hate. To her, I’m destructive and thoughtless and I have all this potential do a world of wrong. She reminds me of that every day, with everything I do. She’s reminded me of it so much that I started to believe it. That’s the guy I am to them at school. That’s the guy they know. And I’d hate me too if I was them.”

You feel a lump forming in your throat, wanting to reach out for him and tell him everything he needed to hear. To heal all those years of hurt that sat on those young shoulders.

“I don’t want to be that guy when I’m with you.”

You feel it then. The way your heart skips a beat once more.

“I want to be better.”

Your face breaks into a small smile, an instinctive response.

“I believe you,” You practically whisper the words, “Everyone else might have a lot to say about you but I know the person that you are with me.”

You step forward towards him.

“And I don’t think that guys so bad.”

You watch as he visibly relaxes, grasping out for you as soon as you are within reach, his hands snaking around to your waist. Your hands move up to his chest, linking around the back of his neck.

“You deserve a chance to be better Spider,” You smile, reaching up onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

He hums against the contact, pulling away to say, “I prefer Spencer.”

You chuckle and he wraps his arms tighter around you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He breathes in the scent of you in his arms, feeling his heart slow in your hold. He’s sure he could stay there forever. And you’re sure that you would let him.

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icyrambles · 5 months ago

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the cassettes are a group of characters where if i think about them for too long i start to get physically ill.

because i really like the cassettes. they're really fun and i adore the concept of a guy who happens to have a gaggle of goons to do his dirty work. the combination of making them actual cassettes who live inside of soundwave (and/or blaster but this is gonna be a soundwave cassette focused post) is really interesting.

unfortunately most bits of canon (and fanon to be entirely honest) do not treat the cassettes as actual beings with their own thoughts, feelings, and personalities outside of "soundwave's little guys."

for the sake of clarity i will only be talking about the continuity that i have the most experience with, that being idw1 and my post will mostly be talking about those versions of the characters. i've been told that the cassettes feature more prominently in the g1 marvel comics but i haven't quite gotten around to reading those in depth so i won't be discussing those.

back on topic.

i always feel so disappointed at the actual cassettes as characters. they're often sidelined into being background characters and the majority of the time when they show up in fics they're never majour characters, just background guys to pad out the cast. i'm honestly not gonna judge fan writers and fan artists too harshly because most canon sources don't really feature the cassettes as actual characters worthy of having attention paid to them.

idw1 is specifically the continuity where i feel a bit sick whenever i think about the cassettes because they go through sooooo much shit and it's never brought up. like okay, laserbeak, buzzsaw, and ravage are mostly chill. obviously they probably have the whole beastformers are lesser beings thing going on but they're overall the most well rounded of the cassettes. (ravage especially since he's actually allowed to be a character outside of soundwave)

rumble and frenzy are were my stomach starts to like... explode. because they didn't get a choice in being soundwave's cassettes and it's never brought up, ever. megatron basically tells them that they're gonna be reformatted and neither party ever brings it up. like do rumble and frenzy just tolerate soundwave because it could be so much worse? do they genuinely respect soundwave and fight beside him because they want to see him succeed in a similar manner as the beastformers? like... phase 2 shows them reformatted again into motorcycles and they seem okay with it, like neither of them seem to be hung up on no longer being cassettes.

but also i have issues and problems with rumble and frenzy always being shown as a package duo. like i think they're a fun combo, especially as siblings because i adore platonic relationships but most pieces of canon treat them as interchangeable. like it's an ongoing joke in the fandom that they swap paint colours to fuck with people and in actual canon sources they don't have consistent colours so it's harder to actually treat them as genuine individuals. and that makes me soooooo mad. i don't like it when twins/duos in media get treated as a weird conglomerate individual with two names. it's boring and it's lazy and i wish it would stop happening.

side tangent. i hate what how skybound treats the cassettes. like okay yeah sure it's fun to see soundwave go "you hurt my ravage" but what about his other cassettes. either rumble or frenzy is dead and soundwave just doesn't fucking care? does he play favourites, boy i sure would like to know but daniel warren literally fucking said that he killed off one of the twins because he found the colour debate to be annoying and that grinds my gears a bit. if you don't like them, don't fucking include them or idk, have mike spicer, the colourist, keep their palettes consistent.

and skybound also treats ravage like an object. he's not an actual character with thoughts and feelings and emotions, he's a fucking toy for soundwave to moon over whenever warren needs soundwave to be less of an asshole than shockwave. like yeah sure, soundwave being so desperate to get ravage repaired in skybound is good for his character but that dynamic, where ravage has no actual dialogue and no actual personality outside of "soundwave's cassettte" makes him so much less interesting to me. skybound is getting a small benefit of the doubt because there's only 11 issues so far, but i will critique it to all hell because any emotional tension involving ravage and soundwave falls apart for me because ravage could easily be replaced with literally any other cassette. he's not special and the comic doesn't do anything to make me genuinely care about soundwave and his relationship.

tangent over. i'm going back to talking about idw1.

specifically it's time to talk about the fucking elephant in the room that i'm always thinking about whenever soundwave's cassettes come up; ratbat.

now to preface this little rant of mine. ratbat sucks. he's a terrible person who actively believed and contributed to the oppression of millions of cybertronians. he used soundwave as nothing more than a tool and proved himself to be a slimy scumbag with the few moments that he was on screen.

however, that does not stop me from feeling just a tad bit bad for him considering how soundwave treats him. it's one thing for the decepticons to murder the whole senate, those characters don't really matter in the long run, they're nameless, they never get brought up ever again and the story just doesn't care about them once they're dead.

but ratbat is different because rather than killing him, soundwave shoves his dying spark into a cassette body and for all intensive purposes, turns ratbat into his slave. because ratbat doesn't get a choice, he doesn't get the ability to say no. he just has to be toted along and do whatever soundwave tells him to do and that alone makes my opinions on idw soundwave.... well they're not great. because later stories treat idw soundwave like he's a good guy, he's the dude who wants to make the decepticons what they were originally, he wants to be done with cybertron's bullshit.

and i have to sit there, fist clenched, wanting to grab him by the fucking shoulders and ask "WHAT ABOUT RATBAT? WHAT ABOUT THE GUY WHO YOU LITERALLY MADE INTO A SLAVE FOR AT FOUR MILLION YEARS AND WHOSE DEATH YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY REACTION TO WHATSOEVER? DOES LIBERATION AND EQUALITY ONLY MATTER WHEN IT COMES TO GUYS WHO DIDN'T PERSONALLY FUCK YOU OVER?"

ehem, anyways, yeah i do not like the fact that idw just brushes over the fact that ratbat is not willingly soundwave's cassette. they do not ever focus on the fact that soundwave stuffed his former employer's spark into a completely different frame and then proceeded to do exactly what ratbat did to him for around four million years. and then didn't react whatsoever to ratbat dying.

like in early idw1, ratbat doesn't have any dialogue. he's a nothing burger character like all the other cassettes. but idw phase 2 specifically makes him a political rival. he's the guy in charge of the cons (along side shockwave to some extent) and then prowl fucking orders arcee to kill ratbat and no one ever talks about him ever again...

i have complicated emotions regarding ratbat because the story really wants you to see his treatment and go, yes, he deserves this treatment, he's evil and he was mean to soundwave and therefore he deserves to be imprisoned by another and used as a weapon for four million years and once he's dead we'll never talk about him ever again.

and i don't think that's fair. ratbat should've been a crucial character to soundwave after he died. soundwave should've had a moment in phase two where he realises that the decepticons have been terrible from the beginning, that he was actively a part of that terribleness, and he should've made the active decision to change the decepticons into something that stands for equality and freedom and peace.

i'm gonna move onto ravage because i feel so bad for ravage. he got shafted hard. oh the one hand, i love mtmte ravage, i adore seeing the cassettes in environments that don't involve soundwave because it means the writers have to actually care about them as more than just little guys that soundwave bosses around.

unfortunately, ravage goes from being soundwave's little guy to being megatron's little guy in mtmte. which like... okay, fine, megatron needs a guy who he can bounce off of and ravage fits that role pretty well (though i'd argue that having megatron potentially bounce off of an autobot whose morals are a bit lax is much better than simply having a decepticon who already likes him.)

but the point is, ravage, rather than being his own character who has thoughts and opinions, only exists to be a buffer for megatron. the devil on his shoulder if you will, trying to see and understand and coax megatron back into being the fearsome leader he was before. and it works to some extent, ravage getting fatally injured is literally what prompts megatron into ripping the djd to shreds. but unfortunately, that's ravage's only real purpose in the story. we don't see him interacting with any other characters means that he's entirely dependent on megatron for any insight to his character development. nautica is an exception but i have my own issues with the fact that she treats him like a pet upon first meeting him and like... to my knowledge she never really gets over that whole cute kitty aspect of their relationship.

and this makes me so mad because ravage is really interesting. he's older than most of the characters on the lost light and should reasonably be a fascinating insight to how beastformers are treated and discriminated against during the pre and post war eras. but instead he's relegated to a side character who gets murdered to further the arc of megatron, a character who sort of forgets about ravage as soon as lost light starts. this isn't helped by megatron's character arc being rushed and happening mostly off screen but ravage's death feels so unnecessary to me. he would've been much better had he been forced to be separated from megatron for most of lost light.

and unfortunately this is much the same for most other continuities. transformers prime my forever detested treats laserbeak like a fucking drone. it doesn't have any voicelines, it's just a little creature hooked up to soundwave's chest. (i haven't read the books because i cannot be bothered with aligned continuity and also if i have to go to external sources of canon beyond the original show to get key character information, it probably wasn't too important to begin with)

earthspark is fun in season 1, i'm happy that frenzy and laserbeak are allowed a few moments of time outside of soundwave but they're very minor characters and unfortunately ravage isn't much of a character considering he can't speak (which is weird because laserbeak can) and only gets a few scenes throughout seasons 1 and two.

cyberverse only has laserbeak and once again she/he (i don't think they state their pronouns) only exists to be soundwave's little guy.

tfa soundwave is so nothing burger that i genuinely forget that he exists 90% of the time. so his cassettes, as to be expected, not characters and just random objects to be played around with.

my point in all this is that the cassettes deserve better. they deserve to be actual genuine characters who are treated as more than just set pieces for soundwave and the other decepticons. i hope that in later transformers series, the writers give the cassettes the opportunity to shine.

#icy writes #transformers #transformers idw #maccadam's #ravage #ratbat #rumble #frenzy #soundwave #character analysis #long post

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aylacavebear · 3 months ago

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 22

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 8125

Warnings: Dean's "memories" from the night at the bar when he saw her again after leaving after graduation. New Year's Eve in this one - 18+

A/N: Well, here it is everyone, what Dean was going through over the course of the story. I hope it was worth the wait. Things will pick back up on 10/24 with Chapter 25 and you'll still get next Friday's up on the 25th with Chapter 26. <3

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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Two weeks after her nightmares began, things were quiet but odd. The cameras would catch movement here and there, but no signs of life—human or animal—ever showed up. She’d rewatched them and hadn’t seen anything. Dean had his suspicions, but without being able to see anything, he didn’t want to say anything that might worry her further. The girl really had been through enough.

Dean kept his thoughts to himself, especially when she’d glance at him, waiting for him to explain the unexplainable. He hated that he couldn’t tell her. It still weighed on him, just not as badly as before. The truth was slowly coming out, and she was a trooper, taking it in strides, mostly.

When her nightmares kept coming, he began sleeping next to her. At least when he was there, she didn’t have them. It broke his heart to see her being pulled under, getting dragged into a darkness she couldn’t escape unless he was there to hold her. Most times, he’d slip into her bed after she would go to sleep, just to make sure the nightmares wouldn’t come. He relished in the feeling of holding her close, feeling the warmth of her petite frame against his chest. It was times like this that he let himself dream about a life with her and let himself feel the love he no longer denied was there, even if she was fighting against her feelings. She never seemed to mind the mornings she woke up in his arms, either sneaking out of bed before he woke, or giving him a sleepy smile if he’d lingered there too long, watching her sleep as he held her.

Then there was her mark. Feeling it burn her like it did was an odd sensation at first, but he quickly recognized the symptoms of when it would happen—anytime she fought what she was feeling for him. Every time she pushed things aside, he’d grab the cream and show up wherever she happened to be sitting. Dean couldn’t help but smirk when she gave him that annoyed look. It was the flicker in her eyes when he’d glance up at her as he applied the cream that made his pulse quicken. But neither of them spoke, each having their own reasoning.

Dean had gotten tired of the silence from the outside world. He desperately needed some sort of news. So, he’d retreat to another room, out of her earshot, so he could call his brother or Jodi. Sometimes, he’d call his father or even Ellen just to ask questions that he knew they didn’t have answers to. Truth be told, he missed them, just as much as Y/N did. The only thing he’d gotten that was helpful was that Sam had managed to find a judge who would at least take a look at the case.

He knew that wasn’t a guarantee that the judge would take it on. The Vaughts were dangerous, and people who went against them tended to disappear or have their lives ruined. Dean had looked at the paperwork. Even if he didn’t understand all of the legalities of it, Sam had reassured him that with what they had, they could get a judge to rule in Y/N’s favor.

He slipped out of bed early one morning. It was New Year’s Eve, and he wanted to do something special for her. They hadn’t celebrated any of the holidays, but that was mostly because he didn’t want her to miss her family any more than he knew she already did. Holidays were supposed to be spent with loved ones, and it was just the two of them.

Something Dean was good at was cooking and mechanic work. So, he found some rather interesting things in the pantry and began preparing breakfast for the two of them while enjoying some coffee. He loved seeing her faces when he made odd concoctions out of the things her parents had stocked the place with. Most of them made him chuckle. He knew this morning's concoction was going to do the same, make her wonder what the hell it was.

When he heard her yawn, he glanced over his shoulder, watching as she sleepily made her way to the coffee pot. “Morning, Sweetheart,” he said with a small smile.

She barely registered his words as she poured herself a cup and collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table. “Morning,” she yawned out.

Dean chuckled as he plated up the odd concoction he’d put together. “Hungry?”

“I guess,” she mumbled, sipping her coffee with a content sigh.

He set the plate in front of her, watching her reaction as she stared down at it. It didn’t look like much, but at least it smelled halfway decent. “I swear, it won’t kill you if you eat it. Had to get creative,” he said, laughing at the skeptical look she gave him.

She took a bite, and the surprise on her face made him grin. “Honestly, it’s not bad,” she finally admitted.

“Glad you like it,” he replied, trying to stifle his laughter. He wasn’t going to tell her what was actually in it—no need to ruin the moment.

“I’m looking forward to tasting how you cook normal food,” she teased with a small smile.

“This is normal food,” he shot back with a playful chuckle, taking another bite himself.

They ate mostly in comfortable silence, only breaking it to talk about what little there was to do around the bunker. She washed the dishes while he finished his coffee, mentioning something about wanting to look around again.

Dean groaned from his spot at the table. “We’ve been over this place like a dozen times already.”“I know. I just want to look,” she replied absentmindedly, her focus more on the dishes than him.

He grumbled under his breath as he headed out to the living room. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of her, of his want to just go hold her while she did something as simple as washing the dishes. A western seemed like a good way to pass the time, so he popped one in and let the familiar music fill the room.

Dean sat on the couch, the sounds of gunshots and the familiar twang of western music filled the room. He wasn’t really paying attention to the movie, though. His thoughts kept drifting back to her, the weight of her unspoken questions that he kept getting bits and pieces of in his head. He knew she wanted answers, and it hurt that he couldn’t just tell her everything. When he felt her sadness, a sigh left his lips. She was reading her parent’s letters again.

He shifted, feeling the pull in his chest again. She was sitting at the table, going through those damn files for what had to be the hundredth time. He knew she wasn’t making much headway, and the legal jargon was probably driving her nuts. Still, she kept trying, and he admired that about her. Hell, he admired a lot of things about her.

Dean closed his eyes for a second, letting out a breath. He could feel the confusion, the sadness, and the few words from the questions that always seemed to circle through her head: birthday, marriage, soulmate, don’t hope, sweet. He wanted so badly to go tell her everything, but he knew if he did, it could overwhelm her. Sam had explained just how bad it could be if that happened, and Dean couldn’t risk having to rush her to a hospital, not now.

He was just about to go get himself some more coffee when her voice cut through the bunker. “Dean!”

He bolted up from the couch faster than he meant to, heart hammering in his chest as he rushed into the security room to her side. “What? What’s wrong?” His voice came out more panicked than he intended, but she had sounded like something was seriously wrong. He also didn’t miss the way she glanced at him briefly before turning her attention back to the monitors.

“A rock set this one off,” she said. Her confusion almost relieved him. At least she didn’t suspect anything, but he knew otherwise.

Dean leaned over her shoulder, his gaze following her pointed finger to the small, almost imperceptible shift on the camera feed. It was just a rock, but a deep sense of unease started creeping up his spine. “A rock?” he echoed, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible. However, he couldn’t keep all the concern or worry out, knowing instantly that she’d picked up on it. That girl was too damn smart for her own good sometimes.

“Sweetheart, move,” he said, his tone firmer now, as he gently but quickly took her place in front of the monitor. He had been worried, ever since that first nightmare she had, that the Vaughts would try to find her.

“It’s just a rock,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

Dean didn’t respond. His mind was already running through every possibility, pulling up old footage to find a pattern, anything that could give away who was throwing the rocks and what they were attempting to do. He could feel her eyes on him, her curiosity mingling with a hint of frustration. But she didn’t push him. She never did. Instead, she busied herself with cleaning up the papers on the table before leaving the security room.

He could feel the subtle tug of her emotions, a dull throb of restless energy that was making his chest feel tight. But he couldn’t focus on that right now—he had to figure out who was setting off those damn cameras. He replayed the footage again, zooming in on the rock that had set it off.

A rock. His gut told him this wasn’t some random occurrence. “No such thing as coincidence,” he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as he switched to a different angle, hoping it might give him a better view. The footage flickered, pixelating for a second, and his stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right.

He thought about the conversations they’d had about this place. She was so sure they were missing something, and hell, maybe she was right. A hidden room or some passage they hadn’t found. His eyes drifted to the door of the security room that was in her closet. Part of him wanted to be with her, feel her warmth close by, maybe even try to convince her to watch a movie with him and just cuddle like they typically did in the evenings.

Dean shook his head, turning back to the monitors. He clenched his jaw and leaned forward, scrolling back through older footage. He had to stay focused. Whoever was out there wasn’t going to get the jump on them. The Vaughts were clever bastards and had been manipulating her family since before she’d even been conceived.

His fingers hovered over the mouse as he paused on an older clip. Another rock on another day, triggering another camera at another angle. These weren’t just random. His pulse quickened, his eyes scanning for any other camera to have picked something up outside the area it monitored. But, there was nothing. The frustration of it all gnawed at him. He pulled his burner phone out of his pocket and called Jodi.After two rings, she picked up. “Jodi, I need you to get someone or several cops to watch the house. Someone is trying to find a way past the cameras.” Dean quickly explained, managing to keep his tone mostly calm, but there was a hint of worry, and Jodi instantly picked up on it.

“I’ll do what I can, Dean. With everyone believing that the two of you went on the run, it’s gonna be hard to guard an empty house,” she sighed as she sat at home, sipping a cup of coffee. She’d been worried about this, too, and there was only so much she could do.

Dean thought as one of the videos played on a loop. Now that he’d seen the rock, he couldn’t just unsee it. “I’ll send you the recordings. Get them to Sam. He might be able to push for something when he gets her case in front of a judge.”

“I can do that. How are the two of you?” she asked with that softness he’d come to appreciate from her. She was family, and she was worried about the two of them.

He sighed as he leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. “Good, mostly. She had a nightmare. I’m worried she’s getting premonitions, Jodi. Alastair was in her nightmare. She described him to a t.”There was silence on the other end of the phone, and the seconds felt as though they stretched for hours before she spoke. “I’ll do everything I can to keep them off your trail, Dean. They’re not going to get to her. Not if I can help it.” With that, she hung up to go share the information with Bobby and then everyone else.

He slid the phone back into his pocket and sighed as he leaned forward, going through the tedious process of sending all the videos to Jodi. “Like hell anyone from that family’s getting to her,” he muttered, jaw tightening. It wasn’t just a promise anymore—it was the one thing keeping him from tearing apart every lead until he got to the bottom of this, and Y/N was safe.

Something in him tugged at the bond between them again, that almost-connection where he could feel her emotions, hear the faint echo of her thoughts, but never quite all of it. Sometimes, it frustrated him, as much as it reassured him that she was nearby, safe… for now. Even as he sent the recordings to Jodi, that nagging feeling of wanting to just take Y/N and go on the run pulled at him. Running would be easier, but it’s exactly what they wanted. Out in the open, exposed. Hell, he wasn’t going to make it that easy for them. The thought was almost unsettling, but he knew that family all too well. They were safe in the bunker.

Once he finished sending the recordings to Jodi, he ran a hand down his face. He wanted a beer, something to settle his nerves, but it wasn’t like he could just go take a trip to the corner store for some. He also wasn’t about to get into the whiskey. He was saving that. Dean finally got up and headed out to the kitchen, but the bunker suddenly felt oddly empty, like she was gone, and he felt his chest tighten with worry.“Y/N?” he called out, his voice tinged with concern. He could still feel her, but she felt far away, faint, distant.

Just as he entered the living room, she emerged from behind the bookshelf. He looked at her, his confusion giving way to a flicker of relief. “What’d you find?” he asked, now confused as to where she’d been.

Her excitement was palpable. “You’re gonna love it,” she said, her enthusiasm distracting him from the tension of earlier.

She grabbed his hand and let her lead him down a flight of stairs. He knew she had no idea how she affected him. The way her smile soothed his soul and brought a smile to his lips. Or how her touch helped him relax, even with everything else going on in the outside world. Dean was so focused on her, on letting her emotions of joy wash over and through him, that he barely noticed where she’d brought him until the cold air hit him when she opened another door.

It was a walk-in freezer, and his surprise was genuine. The room was a treasure trove of meat, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, we’re having steak tonight,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation. He picked out a couple of steaks, the joy of the discovery easing more of the stress he had been feeling.

They moved back out into the game room, and he finally looked around. If only they’d found this a month ago. There were board games, books, more movies, and right there, in the center of the room, was a beautiful pool table. Dean let his eyes linger on the pool table. “Might have to test out that pool table later,” he said with a grin, letting his thoughts of her play through his mind. Some of them having to do with far more than just playing pool.

Her curiosity brought him back to reality, thankfully. “Do you even know how to play pool?” she asked.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, yes. I know how to play pool.” It was a small, normal moment, but it was quickly overshadowed by a small red light blinking near the doorway.

The red light was a harsh reminder of their predicament. Dean’s smile faded as he saw the look of alarm on her face. Without a word, they rushed back upstairs, both of them forgetting to turn off the lights. He followed her into the security room, steaks still in hand. No matter what it was, he had decided he would still go through with what he’d wanted to do with her that night.

Dean set the steaks on the table as he stood behind her, seeing that the cameras had been set off by yet another rock. He knew he had to give her something. “They’re trying to figure out where the cameras are and how far they can see,” he said, attempting to explain without revealing too much of his own unease.

She looked up at him, confusion evident in her eyes. “What do you mean?”He leaned against the table, crossing his arms, the weight of his concern evident despite his attempt to remain composed. “Sam’s at least got your case in the system, and the first court date is next week, but that’s just to hear it out. Vaught’s men are trying to find you before your birthday and before things get too far in the courts.”As he spoke, Dean’s gaze was fixed on the monitor. The red flash reappeared, and the rocks they were using were nearly impossible to detect. Her quiet question about their safety hit him hard. “But they can’t find us here, can they?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“So far, I don’t think they can,” he replied, trying to maintain an even tone. “Jodi even called in some outside help to keep an eye on the house, but these guys are good. At least your parents hid the cameras well. We won’t have to worry unless these people find them and take them out.”

Dean’s ability to mask his emotions was something he knew she’d noticed. He kept his expressions controlled, but the little things—his rigid posture, the way he rubbed the back of his neck—spoke volumes. Her question about why he seemed to be hiding something was a painful reminder of the fine line he was walking.

He sighed, the heaviness of the situation settling over him. “Sam found a loophole in the paperwork. If he can’t get a judge to take on your case and have the paperwork in a judge's hands before your birthday, Cole has the legal right to marry you, and no one can stop it. He could even make the case last for years in the system, and you’d have to stay married to him.”The gravity of his words wasn’t what hurt. It was her fear that knotted in his gut. He hadn’t wanted to have to tell her that, but she deserved the truth and not more lies. The one word that echoed through her mind, echoed in his. It only made him more determined to make the rest of today less stressful for her. He wanted to see her smile again and help her relax.

Dean eventually retreated to the kitchen, setting things up so he could cook for her later. He still wanted to give her something that would bring back her smile, her laughter. He missed it. Those things had a way of making their time feel more comfortable, even slightly normal. Like they were living together like normal people, and there wasn’t anything horrible going on in either of their lives.

He went and inspected the game room a little more afterward. If things were different, he could see her having Jo and the guys from the garage over, drinking, listening to music, playing pool, and having a good time. Dean let his mind wander to better times, dreams that, perhaps one day, might be possible. Her getting to have a normal life, hopefully with him by her side. The thoughts brought a warmth to his heart. Somehow, he’d give her that, even if she didn’t choose him.

Hours later, and after a movie he’d found in the game room, he stood in her doorway, cream in hand. Her mark had been bothering her for almost a half hour, and she was again ignoring it. He watched her, though, seeing her leaning against her headboard, book in her lap, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. It was moments like this that she looked beautiful to him.

Dean finally knocked on her doorframe, trying to push away what the sight of her stirred in him, but it was getting far harder to do. With the cream in hand, he offered a playful smirk, knowing how she was going to respond to what he was about to say. “You know, Sweetheart, I think you’re far more stubborn than I am.”Her response was as predictable as ever, rolling her eyes when he held up the cream. He had allowed himself to feel her emotions, so hearing her thoughts was getting far easier as well. Dean nearly chuckled at her thoughts as he applied the cream to her mark. His fingers worked with the familiarity of someone who had done this countless times, but today, with her thoughts, his mind wandered. He felt her eyes on him, and he wondered if her frustration of it all might bring her out from behind the walls she had built so high.

Without looking up to meet her gaze, he asked, “What’s got you so frustrated?” Dean focused just on her mark and the cream he was applying. He had to. Being this close to her always brought back how soft her lips had felt against his own.

“How are you doing that?” she asked, and he nearly chuckled at her frustration, knowing exactly what she was asking about.

“Why can’t you just answer my question?” he mused, glancing up at her through his lashes, knowing he was getting to her in a way she had never let him before, and he liked it.

When she explained what was bothering her, he listened, wishing she could go outside but also wishing she’d just tell him the things she kept to herself. The things he would get whispers of in his mind. He finished up with her mark and capped the cream before risking looking into her eyes. He could easily get lost in them, so he had to keep reminding himself that she had to let him in and not to push.Dean cupped her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and seeing how she held her breath, “Sweetheart, you don’t have to go through this alone.” His words came out softly, a wish he hadn’t let go of, then gently pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second longer than intended, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against his, before pulling away and leaving her room.

God, he had to leave her room. The wave of feelings that had hit him when he looked into her eyes made his entire body hum. She wanted to be closer to him, and she was fighting against it. He couldn’t push it though, he knew that. Hell, he was barely holding it together himself, trying to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to love her, but she wasn’t ready to let him in. Dean found himself back on the couch, half-watching a movie to try to keep his thoughts from drifting back to her. But, it was no use. The image of her from earlier was etched clearly in his mind.

Later, he made his way to the kitchen to start dinner to put his plan for the evening into motion. He remembered how excited she’d been when she showed him the freezer and the meat it held. Standing at the stove, cooking the steaks, Dean’s mind wandered again. He kept thinking back to her expression, the desire and vulnerability in her eyes. She wanted comfort, and it was far more than just wanting to be held. The only thing that was keeping him from making the first move were Sam’s words.

The scent of the searing meat made Dean lick his lips. He’d missed steak just as much as she had, and even though he hadn’t skipped any meals, his stomach was growling, and his mouth was watering. A smile found his lips when he felt her hunger. “You really need to stop skipping lunch,” he chuckled, not daring to look over at her. He found her too adorable when she would get like this. She’d done it before, in the first month when they were down there, but back then, the connection he felt to her wasn’t as strong as it was now.

“I wasn’t hungry,” she told him absentmindedly; her only focus was the steak, and he knew that.

Seeing her lean over his arm as he tended to the steaks not only warmed his heart but made him smile. God, if only she knew how utterly adorable she was. “If I knew all it took was some cooking meat to make you drool, I would have gone looking for some months ago,” he teased her playfully, enjoying that she was in a far better mood at the moment. “Shut up,” she mumbled, swallowing again as her mouth watered.

Dean couldn’t hold back his amusement, “Have a seat, it’s almost done,” he chuckled.

“But, I can’t look away,” she mumbled, and it was at this moment that he wished he hadn’t been looking down at how adorable she looked, so mesmerized by the steaks.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes glued to the skillet, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him. Dean’s stomach tightened. The sound that slipped from him was involuntary, a low groan that he didn’t catch in time. The way she’d licked her lips, then how her teeth held her bottom lip for a moment. He mentally cursed at himself.

He was utterly thankful when she straightened herself up and sat at the table, even though he knew her eyes were on him. Well, they were on the steaks that were in front of him. Dean took the few minutes as the steaks finished to take some deep breaths, forcing his body to calm down and his mind to think of something else. He knew that she had no clue how she affected him.

Dean plated up dinner, then set one in front of her. The way her eyes were locked onto the steak the entire time pulled a smirk from him as he sat across from her with his own plate. He did miss steak, but at the moment, he was getting hungry for something he knew he couldn’t have, her. “Hope you like it, Sweetheart,” he told her with a smirk of utter amusement.

He wanted to focus on his food but didn’t get the chance. She licked her lips again before she began savoring that first bite of steak, her eyes closed, and the moans of enjoyment had his complete attention. He knew those sounds were for the steak, but they were sinful nonetheless. His breathing had become slightly heavy, his body had warmed, and his cock was twitching, all because she was enjoying the steak he had cooked. Dean shifted in his seat in an attempt to get more comfortable despite the pressing need for release growing.

When she opened her eyes, utterly happy, it took everything in him to keep his wandering thoughts hidden. “You okay?” she asked, a little puzzled, and he knew she suspected something.

Dean coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, looking down at his plate, “Glad you like it,” he told her, his tone heavier due to the desire rising in his body. God, she has no idea, does she? He didn’t trust himself to look at her, afraid she’d see everything he was fighting to hide. Then, when she repeated her question, he mentally cursed at himself for not actually answering it the first time. “Yeah, I’m good.” The words had come out quickly, and then he heard her thought, “Then why won’t you look at me?”

He almost chuckled when he heard her thought. At least she didn’t know. He snuck glances at her through the meal, her soft moans of delight sending a jolt of desire straight through him. He tried to focus on the food in front of him, but every sound she made was like gasoline on the fire burning inside him. He shifted again, but it didn’t help. Dean could barely enjoy the meal, the sounds she made constantly distracting him. He was barely holding on, biting back the thoughts that threatened to consume him. So, he ate a little quicker, then excused himself, practically bolting for the bathroom. He had to take care of himself, or there was no way he was going to get through the rest of the night with her. It was New Year’s Eve, and he had plans. Plans that didn’t include ravishing her.

Neither of them had locked any of the doors, but Dean locked the bathroom door once he was inside, quickly stripping out of his clothes. As he crouched to turn on the water, his cock throbbed, the sounds of her moans still fresh in his mind. He knew he had time; she’d do the dishes like she always did after he cooked. It was her way of saying thank you. With the water the temperature he wanted, he climbed in, letting the hot stream hit his tense muscles, closing his eyes for a moment. He pictured her standing at the sink, washing the dishes in those pajama pants and tank top of hers. It wasn’t that they were tight against her body. It was how they flowed over her curves in all the right ways. His hard cock twitched at the image, and a low groan slipped past his lips.

Dean pictured himself coming up behind her, his hands finding her hips as he kissed the side of her neck. Her body shivered at the sudden contact, but she didn’t pull away. He nipped gently in the crook of her neck, letting his fingers slip just under her top, her skin softer than he thought it would be. Her grip tightened on the sponge as she bit her lip, and he pressed his body against hers. “I want you,” he whispered before gently nipping her earlobe, causing a quiet moan to escape her lips.As the thought played out in his mind, his hand found his aching cock, hard and leaking precum. He stroked himself, slowly, wanting to drag it out longer, wanting to enjoy the daydream that filled his mind. He knew he had time; the bunker had plenty of hot water, and she would be busy in the kitchen. However, Dean always forgot how he lost track of time when he let himself think of her in these ways, as it wasn’t the first time. He slid one hand up, gently cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with his fingers. His other hand slid under the waistband of her pants, slowly teasing her skin, enjoying how her body quivered against his. Dean felt her grip the countertop to keep herself steady as his fingers found her bundle of nerves. He pulled her flush against him, holding her there, and the moan that left her lips made him moan, deeply. Dean hadn’t realized that moan had actually come out of his mouth as he continued stroking himself, teasing the tip before rubbing up and down his length. But then he felt her, so close. She was there, on the other side of the door, listening to him. He opened his eyes and stared at the shower curtain, his hand still moving.

The desire that flooded her system only amplified his own as his head tilted back, another groan of need echoing off the bathroom walls. He had wanted to draw it out, enjoy the thoughts that played through his mind, but her presence, her desire, and her own thoughts were making that difficult. He saw what was going through her mind, could practically feel her breath get heavier, and almost smell her desire. Thoughts of what she wanted to do, pleasure herself before he could finish in the shower, made his cock twitch in his hand as he sped up his movements. The desire, the wish that he was buried deep inside her, fueling the fire she’d lit within him during dinner. A guttural moan he knew she’d hear escaped him as his hand hit the wall in an attempt to steady himself as his orgasm crashed over and through him. Dean was panting afterward. He’d never had an orgasm that intense before, and for a moment, all he could do was attempt to catch his breath while his heart pounded. She’d been listening, thinking of him, and she was utterly turned on. He wondered if she’d let him love her, let him into her sacred bubble where she’d hidden her heart.

He took a shaky breath as the water helped him relax again, cleaning up before getting out, drying off, and getting dressed. There was still his plan for the night, something to help her smile and relax, so that was what he would focus on. He did, however, plan to tease her, very indirectly, so she couldn’t accuse him of doing it on purpose.

Dean stepped out of the bathroom, feeling more relaxed than he had in days. His mind was clearer now, even if the edge of desire still lingered beneath the surface. The bond he felt with her was undeniable, and no matter how much he tried to keep things light, it was there, burning beneath his skin.

He found her in the living room, sitting on the couch, trying her best to look relaxed, but he knew better. It had been one thing to feel her desire from the shower but another to see it on her. She shifted uncomfortably; her cheeks were flushed, and he could see the desire in her eyes, making him smirk inwardly. The sight of her only added to his determination to tease her tonight, but in a way that wouldn’t make her pull back. He had to walk that fine line—keep it playful, subtle.

“Why don’t we go play some pool?” he suggested, his voice coming out casual as he ran his hand through his wet hair.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she recovered quickly. “Oh. I thought you’d just want to watch another movie and call it an early night,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. But Dean noticed the quick dart of her eyes, the way her body seemed a little too tense, and the whispered curse words that drifted through his mind. She was flustered, and it was adorable.

“Not tonight, Sweetheart. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I saved a bottle of whiskey to celebrate,” he replied, adding that smirk that he knew would get under her skin.

Her expression softened, and he could see her wrestling with herself. It was more than attraction, and he knew it. He knew it was going to be difficult not to chuckle at her thoughts that kept whispering in his mind.

“Sure, why not,” she agreed, and Dean noted how she gave him a neutral smile. Her way of attempting to mask what was truly going through her mind. She couldn’t hide the slight flicker of heat in her eyes as she glanced away. She was far easier to read when her emotions slipped past her walls, and right now, her walls were paper thin.

“I’ll meet you down there. Don’t need you finding my hiding spot,” he teased, throwing in a smirk that had her rolling her eyes as she got up. Dean watched as she headed down to the game room, enjoying the natural sway of her hips.

He licked his lips before grabbing the bottle of whiskey from his bag and two glasses out of the kitchen, relishing in how he hoped the night would go. His original intention had only been to give her an evening to relax, forget about the troubles that weighed them both down. But now, he would see if he could get her to let her guard down, perhaps let him into her heart. He wanted to be close to her, to see that spark of joy in her eyes that had been missing for too long.

When he joined her in the game room, he couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips as she set up the pool table. She’s trying so hard not to look at me. He poured their drinks, handing her the glass, his fingers brushing hers for a second longer than necessary.

“Happy New Year’s, Sweetheart,” he said, clinking his glass against hers.

“Happy New Year’s, Dean,” she replied, her voice soft, her eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than usual. He watched as she took a sip, then tried not to laugh when she winced from the burn. It’d been a while since either of them had drank, due to being in the bunker for as long as they had.

Dean couldn’t keep that cocky smirk off his lips, the one that always got to her. She was so easy to tease, and he’d been careful before, not to do it on purpose. But tonight was a little different. He loved watching her do simple tasks, like now, how she rested the pool cue against her shoulder, the hair tie held between her teeth as she put her hair up. Such a simple task, but he found it almost mesmerizing.

He let her go first, enjoying watching as she bent over the table. It only fueled his own thoughts of coming up behind her and pinning her there, teasing her body in the most delectable ways just to hear her moans and whimpers of pleasure. He could see the way she was trying to focus on the game, but her emotions, thoughts, and body language gave her away. Her thoughts were elsewhere. They were on him.

So, he used all the little moments he could to tease her without teasing her. With his eyes only leaving her long enough to figure out his next move in the game, it was fairly easy. Anytime he took a sip of his whiskey, he deliberately licked his lips suggestively, holding back a chuckle as he felt the desire flooding her system. His favorite was when he’d line up to take his shot, bent over the table, letting the pool cue slide between his finger and thumb. Dean would look up at her through his thick lashes, that cocky smirk still on his lips before taking his shot. Watching her practically shiver with the thoughts that played through her mind were worth it.

Dean looked over the pool table, noting where the balls were. There were a couple different shots he could easily make, but the one he went for required him to bend over directly in front of her, so that was the one he chose. It was more to fluster her further, and, it worked. He heard her deep inhale of breath, which nearly made him miss his target. Moving to take another shot, “You alright, Sweetheart?” he asked, seeing her drink empty, keeping his tone casual.

“Fine. Why do you ask?” she shot back, her tone trying to sound unaffected, but he knew the truth. Her attempt to brush it off was quite amusing.

“You seem… distracted,” he said, letting his voice drop just enough to hint at what she was trying to fight against, the thoughts running through her mind and the feelings coursing through her body. He nearly lost it laughing when her thought whispered through his mind; “It has to be a sin for anyone to look that fucking hot playing pool.”

“I’m just out of practice,” she replied, waving her hand and again trying to play it off. If only she knew how miserably she was failing at that.

He couldn’t fight his amusement and chuckled at her statement. Dean was enjoying seeing her like this. She hadn’t gotten like this around him before, and he kept hoping that if he teased her just enough, without being direct, she might just give in and let him love her in a way he knew she’d never had. He deliberately missed his shot, noticing her empty glass.

He filled her glass as she lined up for her shot, before she could protest. Not only was her attempt at a serious glare adorable, it made him chuckle. Her stubbornness was something he loved about her, but here, now, stuck in the bunker with an impending deadline, it was frustrating him. Dean could feel the emotions she kept denying, hear the whispered thoughts of worry that tried to tease at her mind, and see the flicker of hope that would flash in her eyes so briefly that one would miss it if they hadn’t been paying attention.

Dean really tried to let her win. He wanted to, just to see that triumphant smirk on her lips like back at the garage. Sadly, she was so distracted by him that there was just no way. He took note of her watching him, taking those opportunities to enjoy the connection he felt with her while also attempting to keep his own thoughts in check. If only she knew how beautiful she was.

When the game ended, with him winning, he suggested another, wanting to spend more time with her in hopes of getting past those damned walls she hid her heart behind. It took stooping to the level of using a method he wasn’t overly fond of but knew it worked. He pouted at her, giving her those puppy dog eyes she couldn’t resist with the excuse of the meal he’d cooked earlier. Hearing her whine and groan after giving in had all been worth it, though.

Seeing the thoughts that played through her mind were beginning to get to him. God, did she have quite the imagination. A lot of her thoughts were of kissing him, of how his lips would feel against hers. They would only get increasingly sinful after that. But they always seemed to end up the same way: her either lying on or bent over the pool table while he teased every inch of her body.

If only she’d let me.

The second game was even more torturous. He knew she was barely focused on the game now, and it was obvious in how she moved, how her eyes followed him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Dean kept his cool, though, making sure to keep the teasing subtle, using things from her thoughts to push just gently enough. Dean couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips as he watched her try—and fail—to focus on the game. She was so cute when she got all flustered like that, especially when she tried glaring at him. The frustration rolling off her wasn’t just from losing at pool. It was deeper than that, and he felt it as a constant thrum beneath his own skin.

“You really are out of practice,” Dean teased, falling in step behind her, watching the natural sway of her hips as she ascended the stairs.

“I told you,” she huffed, her voice edged with the faintest trace of annoyance, but Dean knew she wasn’t mad at him. She was completely sexually frustrated, and he hadn’t made that any easier on her.

Dean grinned, keeping his tone light, although still quite amused at her as he replied, “Looks like we’ll have to play more often. Get you back into practice.”

Her retort was sharp, but playful. “I don’t see why not. I’m sure the whiskey didn’t help my chances any.”

He chuckled again, watching the way she moved toward her room. Dean knew she wouldn’t let him get closer, but at least he’d tried. Before she reached the door, she turned to face him, eyes narrowing in suspicion.“Why are you following me?”Dean tilted his head, offering that smirk that always got to her, hoping she’d change her mind. “Just wanted to give you a hug, since I know you won’t be staying up with me to watch a movie, and I don’t get my cuddles.”He said it casually, teasingly, but there was a part of him that really wanted to hold her close. Her scent, her warmth—she grounded him in a way that no one else did. She truly was his soulmate, and no one could convince him otherwise. And though she tried to brush it off, rolling her eyes, he knew she wanted it too. He could feel it.

Her arms wrapped around his back, and Dean felt his chest tighten as he pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head. The familiar scent of her hair and the feel of her body against his had begun to feel like home. The pull he’d felt toward her had only gotten stronger being down in that bunker with her, but he had to hold back, let her make the choice.

As her head leaned against his chest, Dean closed his eyes, letting the moment linger a little longer than usual. He felt the way her body relaxed against him, but there was something else, too—an emotion that hit him like a sudden rush of warmth. It wasn’t just desire anymore. There was a deeper ache behind it, a kind of longing that he couldn’t quite place. Her emotions washed over him like waves in the ocean. She didn’t want to let go of him, and God, did he want to stay right there, just holding her.

It took all his willpower not to let it go further, to not hold on too long. He knew the weight she carried, the way her mind always circled back to the soulmate mark that hadn’t fully formed yet. He felt her hesitation, the worry that held her back from giving in. Her worry that it wasn’t him. The fear was there, too, lingering in the air between them. It was the reason she kept her walls so high.

Reluctantly, Dean started to pull away. It was her doubts that kept him at arm's length, and he couldn’t seem to get past them, to reach her. He could have stayed like that forever, but he knew better. If he pushed too hard, she’d retreat further. When she stepped back, offering him a small, soft smile, he returned it, but inside, he was kicking himself for not doing more.

“See you in the morning,” she said gently, her voice carrying the faintest tremor of emotion. “Try to get some sleep.”“You too, Sweetheart,” he replied, his voice low and soft, wanting to say more but knowing it wasn’t the right time. He watched as she disappeared behind her door, leaving him standing there in the hallway, staring after her.

Dean exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. He could feel her emotions, the way they swirled in confusion and longing, and it was enough to make him linger outside her door for a second longer than he should have. He knew she was lying in bed now, thinking about him—he could even hear some of her thoughts.

She was putting those walls up, reinforcing them against the way he’d gently nudged at them, slowly chipping away. With a sigh, he turned toward the living room. “I love you too,” he whispered, finally walking away, his heart heavy.

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genderfluid-insomniac · 10 months ago

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Fucking Hellstorms /// Lucifer Morningstar x reader

i.e. ... Lucifer comes home during a thunderstorm with all six wings soaking wet and mc dries him off while fluff ensues about attempting to dry all six wings in a small room with a fireplace.

A/N: Yes he can use his magic to dry himself but he hopes you forget that since he wants you to do it yourself since he likes your affectionate touch.

The door to the mansion slammed open with the sound of drops of water dripping onto the wooden floor and the thunder booming outside shook the house. There in all his demonic glory was Lucifer Morningstar completely soaked from head to toe with all six white and red wings dragging across the mudroom into the living room and leaving puddles in his wake. His beloved snake and apple hat stuck to his head like it was a messy beanie instead of a marvelous top hat. You got up from your cozy spot near the roaring fireplace and walked over to your boyfriend, wiping droplets of water clinging to his hair and smoothing it back to its usual style. As much as you could anyway.

He pouted and went to hug you but stopped when he remembered he was soaked, looking to you for help. You stifled a laugh and kissed his cheek. “Why were you even flying to your meeting? You could’ve used your magic.” You said as you got a towel nearby for situations just like this because surprisingly hellstorms were common in the 7 rings due to whenever there was a massive uprise in sinful activity in one particular circle there would be a hellstorm. Carefully drying off his wings first, going up from the bottom pair to the top, and quietly giggling at Lucifer’s shivers or twitches when you reached a sensitive spot.

“Sorry, Luci. It’s not easy to dry off your 6 wings.” You said while he pouted at you and hit you with one of them causing you to laugh heartily. Taking his hand and squeezing it, he sighed and let you continue as he answered your question. “It wasn’t far from here and I haven’t gone out in a while! I had to inform my advisors to let the other sins know about the official news involving the extermination.” He dramatically threw his arms up in the air and slumped down. The white snake coiled top hat slid off his head and onto his face which had just finished drying off. “Guess I didn’t account for the storm.” He sighed before gaining a wide mischievous smile.

One look at his face told you he was up to another one of his silly schemes and you started to back up when your boyfriend ruffled all of his wings, getting you completely wet and all with a wide happy grin on his face. You brought your arms down from your face all annoyed and groaned as you shook your hands down. “Really, Lucifer? Really?” You said and gave him a deadpan expression when he just joyfully smirked back. “Now you have to worry about drying me!” He excitedly proclaimed like he would when announcing one of his newest creations or when he first showed you his best creation Lu Lu World. To his point, it was such a fun day and he even planned another day for the other half of the park.

You couldn’t be mad at him though, he was the sweetest and goofiest person in hell. You never expected it to be Lucifer Morningstar of all people but he always surprised you in the best ways. Right now though you weren’t sure if this “surprise” was going to be a good one and looked up to see the fallen angel completely leaping towards you. He was hugging you tightly, still slightly soaked mind you, and snuggling his head into your neck. You stared up at the ceiling rethinking how you’d gotten into this situation and wrapped your arms around him regardless, kissing his temple and receiving a kiss on your cheek in return. “Wanna cuddle in the fire?” He suggested and then frowned as he corrected himself. “in front of the fire. Yes. Uh. That is what I meant” he said somewhat embarrassed. Yeah, still your goofy duck man.

#hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel

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profound-bouquetbird · 9 months ago

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hi!!! could I please request Reader x snotlout relationship headcanons? Possibly them being opposites on the surface but actually being similar in a way? Like they both feel things very strongly

This took me a little while longer to write, since I didn't really pay that much attention to snotlout throughout the three main movies that I watched 😔

But! I didn't want to leave your request unanswered and wrote it :)

Sorry if it isn't completely accurate. If you have any tips leave them in my inbox or send them through private messages :)

Some key words:

-D/n = Dragon's name

Alright, let's start off with the basics. You probably met through a mutual friend

*cough* *cough* Astrid *cough*

And he at first didn't get your whole get up. I mean, you were vikings!

Whilst he acted (somewhat) reckless and seemed to shift to this supposed 'playboy' persona of some sort (although that persona really wasn't accurate..)

While you were on the calmer side, closed off and anly speaking to people when needed

He found it a tad bit annoying

I mean- you're vikings! You're supposed to be reckless! Yet you were- not?

Well, at least in his eyes you weren't

After a little while, you started to open up a bit more. Still not having that reckless and uncaring persona vikings had, but being the usual self just more... Outgoing? If you could call it that

But, Snotlout paid no mind. He was too busy looking our for his own image to care

I think the first time he noticed something about you that intrigued him was when you first made friends with the dragons

Snotlout trudged through the grass, an over exaggerated groan echoing through the island as he carried food for his dragon, Hookfang

While he walked, he couldn't help but overhear a seemingly onesided conversation, in which a familiar voice was involved

"We're gonna be the best, D/n!" A voice, which could only belong to Y/n, encouraged. Snotlout smirked as he walked towards the sound, peaking from the corner to spot the dragon rider scratching their dragons head

"We're gonna win this race! Promise." Y/n chuckled, patting their dragons head twice before mounting onto them

"That's quite a big promise there, Y/n. Are you sure you'll live up to it?" Snotlout butted in, mockingly smirking at them as he waited for their response

Y/n looked him up and down, smirking lightly themselves as they sighed

"Seeing how you and your dragon act together, I'd say I've got better chances." They sighed, pulling their dragons head upward lightly to send them into flight

Snotlout only glared as they flew away, but he couldn't help but feel something forming in his chest. Admiration? No, that can't be it...

Maybe respect?

From that point on, each time the two of you interacted, Snotlout gained more and more respect for you, which eventually turned into a crush

He was so obvious about it

Like he did with Ruffnut, he constantly flirted and did small favour's for you. Either getting the sheep for you to win the race or tightening up a know that you definitely didn't need his help with

And to your oblivious eyes, you just though it was playful teasing and friendly interactions. Oh... Poor you

You'd sometimes play into his flirting. Giving him a few fake compliments and teasing remarks back, which only worsened his crush

The more he hung out with you, the more he realized how many characteristics you two shared!

Yes, on the outside you acted completely opposite, like I had mentioned in the begging

But, you both had this urging courage that propelled you forward, you both needed praise and attention from the ones you loved. But, while snotlout was more outward in showing these emotions, constantly complaining that is; you'd more often than not just keep to yourself, giving the person small hints but never outwardly saying it

Okay, let's start with the actual relationship headcanons:

I think he'd be the type to show you off. Like: "hell yeah they're my partner! You wanna say something about it?????"

Love language is definitely 'words of affirmation'

My guy is in constant need of praise 😭

Doesn't mean he doesn't praise you tho. You're constantly receiving words of encouragement and praise; but he'll stop praising you as soon as you stop praising him (like that's ever going to happen)

Is really into pda but also not that into pda if that makes sense? Yes, he'll wrap an arm around your shoulders, kiss the top of your head, even peck your lips every once in a while. But there is no way in hell he'll actually make out with you in public! Nu-uh, that's for you and him only

I can't really think of anything else... So I'm gonna leave it here for now :)

Sorry for the huge delay on the posting! If you have any other requests please leave them in!

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twojamie-o-clock · 22 days ago

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was talking with @inspectre-abed about how so much of the resistance group was cut from the war games colorized and it always hits first as the obliteration of showing Jamie/Zoe growth but also. Also. Seeing how much Jeremy/Jennifer suffered (not terribly but I do miss all of their few scenes haha) and just. Those are THE two strongest parallels imo. If you know me you know I never stfu about two/jamie x jennifer/jeremy but I don’t think I’ve talked about the resistance group stuff mainly cuz I never thought about it before??? But all of the emphasis on breaking their programming & brainwashing - it’s literally two/jamie/Zoe breaking free from their own environments & maybe I’m stupid and slow to realize this but. Like. Damn. Not to be annoying and drag eu into this but,

(The Menagerie^) and like sure it’s just Jamie playing the role of the Doctor or adding his own input after being with the Doctor for so long or whatever….but yeah. this learning about brainwashing after sorta breaking free from their own??? This acknowledgment from Jamie about the existence of this (and Jamie of course always bristling at it, like the macra terror) With the Doctor it’s obviously running from Gallifrey and while I don’t want to differentiate the Doctors too much…This IS so specific to the second doctor. Ian & Barbara made the first impact of course, and personally I will always be biased towards Steven because of his rather traumatic run with the Doctor. But now that 2 has settled into this, they can really begin to explore life outside of Gallifreyan standards. Adopting more and more human customs, saving lives for the sake of saving lives, and the transformation of the show as a whole after the dark and chaotic streak picking up after the Myth Makers.

While Jamie it feels it could fall on either hand of literally fighting as a Jacobite or just existing as someone different in his society (thinking,,,, “fae-touched” from on a pedestal or “Jamie knew the Doctor was not human: he didn’t know exactly what he was[…]He also knew that humans rarely came away from their adventures with the fairy folk unscathed.” from the Nameless City (p31-2 I believe) like. Literally any of his eu references that discuss his opinion on the Doctor & how he fits into all of that - and so well because of who he is which definitely doesn’t feel like it’s alluding to any other Identities.) it doesn’t change the fact that he has also been in some sort of resistance group & that joining the TARDIS did throw off this fog for him - whether exposing him to sci-fi worlds (like the soldiers being exposed to Their sci-fi world) or just learning about Himself On The TARDIS.

And obviously Zoe quite literally overcomes her programming from her childhood as she learns to love and live with Two & Jamie - “the girl […] from the future” who is not so far off from us now learning how to exist beyond what she has been dehumanized & reduced to (not …. unlike the kidnapped soldiers) by joining up with people from different times & different worlds that have suppressed them in some way. Not to mention her post-war games audio where she works to dismantle said system. (Ty inspectorabed).

This sort of resisting & breaking the rules through willpower & anachronistic friendship….that IS the second doctor. Like. “I tend to get involved with things” I know we all think about that like but watching the colorized version really hit hard because it reminded me, and also because it’s such an important scene now brought to color & attention (aka worthy of the 90 minutes). The Doctor getting involved in a much larger scale than their past life because they’ve established themself as this sort of figure & goal now (again…going back to the I, TARDIS book which describes how 2 shifts their self perception I guess?? Not a hero, I’ll never call the Doctor a hero, but. Certainly someone who chooses to step in more than not, and certainly more than 1 did.) Combined with getting involved with other people when 2 really shouldn’t be - aka, forming a family with Jamie & Zoe - it does feel a lot like the resistance “wrongly” coming together. This breaking away & resisting…like. That is the resistance of humans in the war games. Different people from different times united by their shared resistance from this brainwashing. They came from different places & were most likely given different programming - though not on the level that two/Zoe/Jamie would be given different things ofc - but they still reach similar conclusions towards the end. Not to mention the Doctor sort of pretending to help the scientist reintegrate the rebels in the same way they ,, initiated the Time Lords returning/affecting Jamie/Zoe …

So.

Yeah. That’s it. I don’t know.

I know they had to cut a lot so it’s not really about that just more. Nice to see the resistance as this culmination of Two Era but especially with Jamie & Zoe & how they reflect the Doctor and their own attempt to escape Gallifrey….how the three of them do eventually go home - but unlike the resistance where that’s a good thing it’s a loss to them….how they never end up escaping their Programs but they have still escaped their Programming??? Does this make sense?? Anyway

Stuff referenced again: the menagerie novel, the nameless city (prose), on a pedestal (ST: the quality of leadership), echoes of grey/the memory cheats/the uncertainty principle/second chances audio series about Zoe. (CC I think?)

#I yap a lot #doctor who #jamie mccrimmon #second doctor #Zoe heriot #the war games #rambles #I love pointing out the obvious

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melloeyed · 2 years ago

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Double Trouble (Pt. 2)

Johnathan Ohnn (The Spot X Reader)

Now, where were we?

Ah, yes. We’re introduced to the new chaotic little duo, The Spot and his sidekick, The Dot. After one long year, four months, and an unsuccessful robbery, they were finally face-to-face with their (so-called) arch-nemesis, the Spider-Man…

…who is now laughing their villain names while eating a empanada.

…And their poor attempt of trying to look intimidating.

“Oh, that’s funny to you?” Spot said, still in his ‘villainous’ position.

“Of course not! No.” Spider-Man lied, throwing his hands up. Y/N sighed out of frustration as they unfolded their arms with Spot following suite.

“So, is that a costume?” Spider-Man asked, finishing the rest of his free lunch. Spot places his hands on each side of his body, pulling on his flat, yet paunchy belly. “Unfortunately, for all of us, this is skin.” He replied, stretching his gut out. Y/N raises their hands at Spider-Man and turns them, showing them off. “Yeah, same here.” Y/N groaned, “All skin.”

“Oh. Dang.” Spider-Man replied, disgusted.

Offended by his reaction, Y/N began to growl under their breath as they clench their fists. “I’m sure you’re wondering where we’ve met before…considering your rude reaction…” Y/N said, gritting their teeth on the last part.

“My sidekick is correct!” Spot began, “You see…we’re from your past...one year ago-“

Ding!

“Oh! Hold up…”

Spider-Man quickly pulls out his phone, holding up his index finger. Spot and Y/N gaze at Spider-Man with exasperated looks.

“Oh, come on!” Spot groaned, placing his hands on his hips, while shaking his head.

“Are you freaking-” Y/N hissed, raising their hands up out of confusion, squinting their eyes.

“Uh, oh…we’ll, this has been fun…but, um…” Spider-Man man began.

“Who are you talking to?!” Spot said in a annoyed tone.

“…but, I really gotta wrap this up!”

“No, no, no, no! Go on, go ahead, take the call!”

Spider-Man shoots out webs from his wrists at the duo after quickly pulling his mask down. Spot yelps in shock as he slips backwards, pulling Y/N down with him through a portal behind the two.

The two end up reappearing outside, falling onto the concrete street as people nonchalantly walked past them (with very few taking notice of them).

“Hey, Johnathan? Word of advice? Less talking…more fighting!” Y/N shouted.

“Hey, you agreed with helping me out with our introduction!” Spot shouted back.

“Since when?!”

“When you started to live with me, Y/N!”

Spider-Man bolts out of the small store, ripping off the rest of the sticky webs that were deflected onto his face.

The duo looked at him before gazing at each other.

“This is the part where we run.” Spot said.

“Yep.” Y/N replied.

The Spot and The Dot.

Two goofball criminals with silly simple powers and schemes.

The black, white, and rainbow!

The bark and the bite!

The doubled troubled duo of Manhattan!

The new villains in town!

For a year and four months, they’ve dubbed themselves as the new criminals of Manhattan, taking extra time on planning their crimes (much to Y/N’s disapproval). After a horrible nuclear explosion, the two have gained their newfound powers and were brought together by fate from after their convenient transformation.

And so far…it was a mess. These two were definitely not fit to be the criminals, but they both had one thing in common, they never quit. They were more than willing to show to world what they were capable of and that they could never be defeated!

…Even though they’re nearly killing themselves by somersaulting through portals on a busy street while flying through the air like ragdolls.

Y/N giggles like a child as they spin through the air along with Spot after flying out of a mid-air portal. Adrenaline rushes through their veins when they see a huge taxi jet towards their direction from another portal.

“Woo!” Spot yelped, flying out of another portal.

“Oh shit!” Y/N shrieked as they dodged the taxi as it flew only a few centimeters away from their head.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey! You could hurt somebody!” Spider-Man exclaimed. He shoots his webs towards the taxi, latching it onto the nearest building before it fell to the ground, immediately pursuing Spot and Y/N. While running on the sidewalk side-to-side, Spot glanced at Y/N with hysterical concern.

“Uh, are you okay?!” He asked.

Y/N guffaws with joy, looking at him.

“Yeah! Why?” Y/N replied, excitedly.

“You-you nearly died and you’re laughing like it’s a normal day for you! Wha-why…?”

“I’m just having fun! That’s all!”

“You almost died!”

“I know! Isn’t that amazing?!”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re soft as heck!”

“Hey, I’m just concerned for your well-being! I swear you’re so obsessed with-“

Spider-Man appears in front of the spotted duo, halting their escape. He immediately runs towards Spot and throws his fist towards his face, only for it to teleport through his chest, accidentally punching himself. Y/N sees this and immediately bursts out laughing…

…before realizing this is when they attack and that Spider-Man tried to hurt Spot.

“Oooh, hahahaha! Hahaha-hey, wait a minute, don’t punch my partner!” They shouted.

Running towards them, Y/N tries to punch Spider-Man ,who was latched onto Spot’s back, but they lose their balance and fall on their face again.

Yep, again.

“Can’t you two just act like regular supervillains so I could catch you?!” Spider-Man asks, exasperated. During their fight, Spider-Man kept getting stuck into the portable spots on Spot’s body. He was stuck inside of him in the weirdest positions, to the point where even Y/N tried to help pulling him out (while weakly punching him). There were people down the sidewalk watching them deal with their silly fiasco. This was so humiliating!

Y/N snaps their head towards them, polka dots glowing with fury as they blush with embarrassment.

“The fuck are you guys looking at!?” They spat at the group.

Eventually, the three end up teleporting on top of a moving truck. Spot weakly tries to punch him along with Y/N as Spider-Man effortlessly dodges the blows, texting on his phone. The utter disrespect!

“You’re looking at your text? You understand this is the fight of our lives, right?” Spot asked, offended. He tries to punch him again a couple of times along with Y/N being more fast and fierce with their punches.

“Sorry, man.” Spider-Man replied, “Just-just a second!”

“No, no, no, no! Go ahead, take one call!” Spot exclaimed, throwing another punch. “You turn off your phone in a movie theater, you don’t turn it off when you’re fighting us?”

“Spot, stop talking and punch him already!” Y/N huffed.

“I am! Can’t you see that?”

“You’re punching too slow! Faster!”

“I don’t see you punching any faster, Dot!”

“That’s because I’m so fast, you can’t see me!”

“I can see you.” Spider-Man quoted.

“Shut the fuck up, Spider-Man!” Y/N shouted.

Spider-Man punches Spot in the chest, his fist projecting out of his face, not punching himself this time. Bending his arm backwards, he grasps the back of Spot’s neck and throws him at Y/N, knocking them both off of the truck. They fall on a public table, crashing the chairs and scaring away pigeons.

Y/N sits up and shakes their head, trying to recollect themself after the large fall. They look at Spot and see that he’s rolling on the ground, holding his face. “Spot, are you okay?” They asked. “Oh, my nose!” Spot said, dramatically. Spider-Man jumps from the truck and lands in front of the two, still texting on his phone. The blatant disrespect!

“Sorry!” He said, coyly. “It’s just, I really gotta be somewhere-“

“Psych!”

A portal forms beneath Spider-Man’s feet as he falls in with a surprised yelp. Y/N helps Spot up on their feet. Before they could let each other go, Spot and Y/N get pulled into the portal by Spider-Man after he latched a line of web on Spot head. One portal led to another and the fight was beginning to get tiring.

After falling in a car wash, the fighting trio portal into coffee shop bringing bubbles and a…wild goose with them?

“We’ve been waiting for this moment for a really long time so…hey, where’d this goose come from?” Spot asked. Y/N tries to stand up and power up again, only to end up slipping and falling on their face…once again!

Y/N had more bruises than dots now.

While Spider-Man was finishing his text, he nonchalantly puts his hand on a livid Y/N’s face, squishing their cheeks as he softly pushed them away from him as they tried to throw blind and angry punches at him, missing him by a hair.

Spot tries to stand up straight on the slippery floor as an angry goose flies over his head, merely attacking him.

If this day couldn’t get any more frustrating and humiliating, it certainly did for Spot and Y/N.

“Ah! Get it off me, get it off me, get it off me!” Spot said, flailing his arms in panic while the goose attacked him. Spider-Man uses his webs to latch onto Spot and Y/N, falling down another portal.

This time the duo landed on a rooftop, falling clumsily in sync. They try to run away, but Spider-Man lands behind them, and pulls them back with webs to make them face him. Spot and Y/N look at each other and nod as they prepare for attack. Portals spew from the dark spots on Spot’s body while the dots on Y/N’s body begin to glow brightly, their dot eyes following.

On instinct, Spider-Man dodges all of Spot’s punches and kicks through fast portals, holding his fist on the last blow through one portal. Spot chuckles.

“I got you right where I-“

“You’re dead, Spider-Man!” Y/N roared. The glowing polka dots on their body began to shift and flicker as they charge towards him.

Raising up their left fist preparing to strike, Y/N shouts;

“Taste the rainbow, sucker! Polka-Dot Punch!”

Spider-Man dodges Y/N’s glowing left hook, the momentum causing their fist to go into the portal…

…accidentally punching Spot in the face through the other end.

Y/N turns around and covers their (non visible) mouth in shock and embarrassment. Spot falls to the ground clutching onto his face as he rolls around in pain with muffled screams.

“Ohmygosh, Spot! I’msosorryareyouoka-“

In a black and red blur, Spider-Man instantly kicks down Y/N. He then shoots web at the duo, tying them up back-to-back with the sticky substance while also tying their limbs together through various portals, keeping them from moving.

“Unbelievable…” Spot said, in disbelief.

Patting them both on the head, Spider-Man leaves the two bound and trapped on a giant artificial spider web associated with small portals projecting their trapped limbs. Y/N struggled against the webs angrily as Spider-Man ran away.

“Come back here, nemesis!” Spot called.

“This isn’t over!” Y/N shouted.

“You two behave and don’t escape!” Spider-Man said, pointing his finger at them in a parental manner.

“Your costume’s too tight and the back, by the way!” Spot said, insulting him.

“Yeah! And your breath smells like…like…beef!” Y/N followed.

Spider-Man was already gone.

Y/N angrily tries to break free of the webs, growling like an animal while Spot just sighs while dropping and shaking his head.

After no avail to break free, Y/N stops struggling and begins to sulk in defeat. A long silence passed by.

“This is all your fault!” Spot and Y/N said in sync.

@one-green-frog @moanutt

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