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lvvcian · 2 years ago

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hello!! :D this is my first request ever so im sorry if i worded it or did it wrong. also english is not my first language so im sorry if this makes no sense.

i have a request for The disastrous life of saiki k with a romantic saiki x reader(gender neutral) pairing.

Heres my idea! so aiura and toritsuka start seeing some girl constantly following saiki during school and aiura and toritsuka are like “😨⁉️ lets help him get away from this stalker!” so aiura and toritsuka start doing dumb goofy stuff to sabotage the reader from following saiki and in the end it is revealed that saiki and the reader are dating so reader and saiki have been talking telepathically so it just LOOKS like the reader has been tailing saiki. so yea basically crack fic💀

maybe as a little bonus you could include some fluff between saiki and reader<3

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☆ aaah the famous trio <3 also first Saiki fic, very happy about it c:

☆ I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG :'C it's 1:33am here, so I'm sorry if the ending is shitty , no energy fr but wanted to finish this today ":/

☆ (tw! slight bulling and not cool jokes ; swearing) ; gender neutral reader , fluff, crack fic ; Saiki has longer hair in here! Just a lil bit :)

☆ saiki talking normally ; saiki speaking in your mind ; your thoughts

☆ enjoy <3

"Do you think we should tell some people about... y'know" You looked up at Saiki. It was a normal sunday and you two were supposed to have a so called 'date' (which was sitting in comfortable silence at some cafe and enjoying each others company). But the weather had some other plans and once you stepped outside it started to rain. Of course Saiki could've change it in matter of seconds but he suggested to stay at home. They were too many people from his school on the mainstreet anyway.

"And draw attention to ourselves? Definitly not. We just have to keep the distance between us for school time ..." Saiki looked down at you. Who would've thought that Saiki out of all people would be the first to have a partner. "Enjoy while you can... I'll teleport you on the roof if you hug me at school..." you just giggled and snuggled up closer into his chest.

It couldn't be that bad... right?

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Monday mornings weren't your favourite, at all. Shitty weather, cold shower and not so great breakfast. It was all making you fell even worse then you felt already.

It wasn't something natural for you to wake up in the middle of the night, but today your body felt extremely stressed. Something didn't let you sleep, your thoughts were going miles per hour and you could feel your whole body getting colder with every second (which was weird 'cause the temperature in the room was pretty high).

So you got up, rolled yourself in a blanket and went to close your window hoping it would get at least warmer, but as you walked up to it and started opening it...

"Holy shit..!" You backed away from the wall and fell on your back. There's was something standing right outside your window. It was horrible, like a ghost or a monster. It didn't matter at that time, you quickly run up to to window again and looked around your backyard.

There wasn't a single soul, just a stray cat walking around. You sat down on the floor and hold your face trying to calm yourself down.

After few minutes you were finally feeling better and decided to go back to sleep. At least try.

You were near PK Academy when you saw your lovely psychic and two other people. If you remember correctly one was a medium and the other... fortune teller?

"Its... Aiura and Toritsuka if I'm not mistaken. Should I say hi? Or just-"

"Don't do anything. They're already being very suspicious of you. Just walk past us as normal as you can. I'll meet with you at lunch." It wasn't something new for you to hear Saiki in your head. You didn't know why he was communicating like that, but you accepted it after a while.

"Sure, see you later then. I love you!" you saw Saiki close his eyes and shake his head a little, but you could see a faint smile forming on his lips

Giggling you walked past the trio with a small smile and went inside the building. Quickly you changed your shoes for school ones and headed to your classroom. You greeted some people on the way, saying 'hi' or just nodding at them.

Soon you saw Saiki entering the room too with Aiura. He looked at you, gave you a soft and quick smile and sat not far away from you.

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Around 2pm lunch break started. Saiki immediatly left the classroom, avoiding his friends and went to your meeting spot, which was next to vending machines near the caffeteria.

As he got there, you were nowhere to be seen. He saw you packing your things and leaving right after him so he thought you would be there in few seconds.

Few seconds turned into few minutes and then into half of the break.

"Where are they... they couldn't forget about it, right?" Saiki checked his phone for second time, scrolling through your messages and refreshing them. Even if you'd be late he would got a text about it, but there was nothing.

He tried to focus on your thoughts, but it was immposible with so many people around. He sighed at went to bathroom, locked himself in one of the cabins and used his 'crossed eye thingy' as you called it.

"What...?" He got up and teleported to you, making sure no one was around. You were sitting on the ground, all wet and cold, in one of the hallways. Your clothes were all soaked which made you shiver and Saiki knew you'd be sick in few days.

"What happened? Why are you sitting here all wet?" He said and kneeled next to you as he took your face in his hands, holding it gently. "Are you... crying?" He asked, but your lack of answer told him everything. He took your hand, helped you get up and brushed off some of wet hair from your face.

He held you tightly as he teleported you to your room. Saiki went to your wardrobe, grabbed some dry clothes and a towel and then went back to you. He started to gently dry your hair and your cheeks from tears. You were looking everywhere but not him, which made him worried.

"y/n, what is it? What happened, please tell me." He kneeled down and looked at you with soft gaze. You looked away and closed your eyes.

"I went to get some documents for teacher... I forgot to tell you about it. I-I don't know how... some stupid bucket of water was on the door to the class." Saiki noded and rubbed your back as he sat next to you. He thought for a second and shook his head.

"Just... stay here, ok? I'll go make you some tea" Saiki got up and went to the kitchen. He didn't care about school right now, he would deal with that later.

Day passed with sometimes even worse 'jokes' and incidents. Sometimes it was missing shoes, sometimes weird notes. At night you felt this weird feeling of being watched as cold air got into your house. You woke up with cold sweat on your face from nightmares and night terrors.

Saiki heard about everything, comforting you day after day. He didn't know why it happened, weirdly he couldn't find any person with thoughts of making another prank to you. It pissed him off a lot.

"I'm staying at home for few days... you can come meet me after classes." You said to Saiki as you covered yourself under the blankets. The temperature in your house was incredibly low which made you wear your warmest hoodie and cuddle into the softest and thickest blanket at your place.

"I'll be there soon..." Saiki answered. His voice was cold , but you could swear you heard some concern in it. You chuckled and buried yourself in the blanket.

Saiki was getting closer to the bathroom, making sure no one followed him or saw him. He could become invisible, but that would take too much time.

As he went inside one of the cabins, he took out his phone and checked his messages. There were few of yours, he could tell you were really bored, one from his mom and one from Aiura.

"Aiura? What does she want now...?" Saiki opened the chat, read the message and sighed. She wanted him to help out with something. "Good grief, right now?" He grumbled while texting you that he would be later.

Future teller told him to come behind the school. He got there and looked at her with bored eyes. It was a really pain in the neck to help with some irrelevant things...

"What is it?" He said with neutral and cold tone.

"Oh! Finally you're here! We need some help to... hang something." She said as she looked up.

"We?" Pink haired boy asked, quickly realising who was the other person. He rolled his eyes annoyed. He should be there with you by now... but no, he's stuck with two idiots behind the school. "Nevermind... I don't care, it's your problem."

He started walking away, not listening to Aiuras pleading and some offers (although they did grab his interests for a second or two). He shook his head and was already next to school corner.

"Saiki it's for your good! We're doing this to help you!" Kusuo heard another, not really pleasant, voice from above. "We've seen someone smiling and looking at you all the time! It's giving a creep vibe, you know?"

Toritsuka looked at Saiki from the top of the rooftop. Psychic stopped walking and looked at them both with confused look. "Stalking? What are you talking about..?"

"You didn't see it? There's this one creep whose staring at you in every class! They smile randomly when looking at you and sometimes even blushing! It's just... Ew!" auira said as she got closer to saiki. He frowned a little.

"Me and Mikoto have been making some pranks from time to time. One time we've scared them at night! I asked some ghost for help and spooked them!" Toritsuka chuckled, remembering the look on your scared face.

Saiki didn't say anything, he only grabbed his friends by the shoulders harshly and teleported them to your place.

"O-Oi Saiki! What are you doing man?" He didn't answer, only knocked gently on your door. He could've teleported directly to your room, but he didn't want to scare you with... his nuisances.

You jumped a little as you heard soft knocking.

"Probably saiki." You got up, still cuddled up in a blanket and went to the door. "Finally you-" You cut your sentence as you saw your boyfriend holding his two friends by their shoulders tightly. " Kusuo why are your friends with you?"

He didn't say anything, just got inside your place and leading his friends to the living room. You didn't know what was going on at.all. Saiki never brought his friends. Even Kaidou or Nendou which were much closer to saiki then Aiura.

you walked behind the three of them. Saiki dropped them near the couch and looked at it. You sat down and started asking questions.

"What's going on? Is everything alright? You could've told me you were bringing your friends, I would prep-"

"They're here to apologize to you." His friends looked at him surprised. Saiki sounded like it was an obvious intention.

"Apologize? Saiki, this person was-"

"They're my partner. We've been together for... some time now." Saiki said, looking away. He thought this 'announcement' would look different. Well he didn't thought about those two..

"Partner? Saiki actually pulled someone?" Toritsuka said, but he got quiet right after his head was hit with one of the cans from the table. "What?! You never told us about having someone! How could we know!" Toritsuka said rubbing his head.

"R-Right! We thought it was some kind of stalker or a creep...!" Aiura wad explaining their motives to Saiki and you thought about all the stuff that happened 'cause of them.

"Saiki it's alright, they didn't know. Maybe you should let go." Even tho you wanted to see what kind of punishment those two would get, you couldn't bring yourself to. Damn your good nature and big heart.

Your boyfriend looked at you and sighed. He loosened his grip and let his friends go. Saiki didn't expect that to happen. He really wanted to send Aiura and Toritsuka on deserted island and leave them for few days. But that would be against his principals... unfortunately.

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"I told you we should have said something..."

It was pretty late when you and Saiki cuddled together on his bed. The night was peaceful with clear sky and bright moon. It was nice and warm, even if it was middle of February.

You had your head on saikis chest as he played with your hair. He had his eye closed, resting them a little. His pink bangs fell on his glasses covering his nose and tickling his cheeks. He looked peaceful and relaxed. Finally after a week he wore his ring so there was no thought in his head. No annoying ideas, thoughts or questions. Only silence.

"Yeah... sorry I didn't know sooner.." Saiki looked at you with soft look. His eyes were half closed and his face was decorated with gentle smile. Kusuo being the 'tusndere' he is doesn't really smile often, but when he does toy cherish those few seconds. "Could've stopped them and prevent this whole thing..."

"Don't be, at least they know now." You looked up and placed few kisses on his jaw and face. He hummed in response, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "Thank you for looking out for me.." You said as you finally planted last kiss on his lips.

"Always..." he smiled and cuddled you closer to him. He made the lights turn off and closed the curtains. You were finally able to have a peaceful and good night sleep and he would be damned if Saiki didn't try making it even better for you.

"I love you.."

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ruddyhotelau · 10 months ago

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Hey I read the post where you mentioned about 9 AU for justicestatic if u don't mind I would like to know about au even a short one liner is enough!!

I am really curious and love your Au!!

Ok till the moment I answer this question, the amount of AU increase to 14 AU =)))))))

Nate did draw sketches for some AU in the list, we will break it down for you.

1. Hellaver Secret

This AU started our Hellaverse Journal, it is the combination of Hazbin Hotel and an anime called Spy x Family. Mixing the lore of both media to create a plot that balances between fantasy and slice of life . The main couple in this AU is RadioApple, JusticeStatic is only a side dish that we came up with as a joke at first.

Basically, in this AU, Samael gave up his position as a Seraphim to become a normal human and changed his name to Lucifer. He's currently an assassin, a daughter he has with his long lost wife - Charlie, a telepath that can read people's mind and Lucifer form a fake marriage with a man named Alastor - a spy in disguise.

Michael is still an Archangel in this AU, he came down to Earth to bring his brother back to Heaven and somehow agreed to a business deal with Alastor's coworker - Vox. Even tho they hate each other, they still try to work things out because they both want to break the fake Morningstar couple.

2. Ruddy Hotel

You guy already knew about this one =)))

But yea, basically role swap AU

3. Band AU

This is a human AU. All the Heaven siblings decided to create a rock band called Octagrams. Michael is the drummer of the band and Vox at first was their anti, like the kind of anti that will stalk you from behind. Vox is actually a very successful businessman but he's also a stalker cuz c'mon, it's Vox.

4. Students AU

They are high school students in this AU, and yes, Vox is older than Michael in most of our human AU. In this AU, Vox is a 12 grader student while Michael is in grade 10. If anyone wondering then no, they are not dating till later when they're both legal adults with jobs.

Michael: I think you should give up on that school already.

Vox: Shut up kid, I'm trying to concentrate.

5. Hotel Supervisor

In this AU, Michael already knew Vox when the TV was still alive. Michael has to come down Earth to do his jobs and somehow Vox was his next-door neighbor. Long story short, they then fell in love but in the end, Vox died and became a demon in Hell. Then, one day, Michael got a direct message from God ordering him to come down to the hotel, keep an eye on it and decide whether the hotel deserved a chance to prove redemption is possible. Vox then knew about Michael's appearance at the Hotel... After a long time of thinking carefully, he decided to knock on the hotel's door.

7. The contract

Michael is currently having a headache about the last extermination, about his brother and his niece, about their resistance, which could cause a misunderstanding for Heaven and made God think they want to rebel against Heaven. Michael needed to know what was happening in Hell as soon as possible and Vox was the most suitable choice for this job.

8. Soulmate AU

When humans turn 18, some of them will appear a small mark at their wrist, the mark that represent their soulmate. But love has never been easy, not everyone with the mark can find their soulmate because all the mark does is glow when your soulmate is making love with someone that is not you and you will be able to feel a faint electric shock when you meet them. The mark will disappear the moment your soulmate passes away.

Vox got his mark when he was 18. Some of his friends were jealous of him but all he felt was empty and annoyed. If anything, Vox is never the one who trusts in destiny and fate. Same with his soulmate - Michael, Archangel Michael got his mark as a gift from God but he never paid much attention to it. He didn't understand why God gave him this? The idea of himself getting attached to someone on first sight is something Michael can't even imagine.

So they both waited for the day that their mark disappeared so they would no longer be bound to a stranger anymore.

But things never go as they expected...

Destiny must be crazy when it thought that tying an Archangel and a Sinner together was a good idea.

9. Get rid of you

Michael is currently a third year law student in this AU. One day, his younger sibling Gabriel thinks it's a good idea to fill that empty fish tank in his brother's house with some fish in some skeptical looking pet shop. Lilttle did the Morningstar siblings know the mini shark they picked up at the store that day was actually a demon in disguise.

10. Roommate AU

Vox, the Static Demon and Archangel Michael got summoned to Earth in another universe where Heaven and Hell didn't exist by a mysterious cult. Because they both came from the same universe so it's best that they stick together to survive in this familiar yet strange world. It took all of Vox's neuron nerve to convince Michael and after thinking carefully about his current situation, Michael knew he will have a better chance at getting back to his world if he co-operate with an Overlord and a better chance at blending in the human world with the help of someone who used to be a human. So even though he despised Vox's existence but for his future benefits, Michael is going to spare Vox's life.

So the two began to live together to find a way to come back to their world and to survive in this society without drawing any attention to their existence.

11. Guardian Angel

In this AU, all the siblings are the guardian angels for the humans.

Michael - Vox

Lucifer - Alastor

Raphael - Cherri Bomb

Gabriel - Niffty

Uriel - Husk

Jophiel - Velvette

Chamuel - Angel Dust

Azrael - Sir Pentious

Their mission is to guide their human on the right path but sadly, for Michael, he and his human are not getting along too well. Michael could only hope that he could get the guy to be 50% better at being a good person until the day Vox dies or else Michael is going to lose that promotion that he's always wanted.

12. Your Name

Inspired by an anime called "Your Name". Basically, it depicts the story of two college students, Michael and Vox, who suddenly swap bodies despite having never met the other, unleashing chaos onto each other's lives.

If you're wondering why they're doing weird expressions that doesn't match their personality is because in the pic, these two losers are swapping bodies, Vox in Michael's body and vice versa.

13. The Moving Castle

Inspired by an anime named "Howl's Moving Castle". Vox is an overly confident man who is cursed to have a demon body with a TV head by a spiteful witch. His only hope of breaking the spell is meeting a powerful, cold and distant wizard that travels around in his moving castle.

Michael's mind is filled with doubts when he sees Vox. He couldn't believe this vile man in front of him was the one he had been searching all alone and the one who could break his curse.

14. Apocalypse AU

Take place in the post-apocalypse world where almost everything was destroyed but with advanced technology. In this AU, Vox is a mad scientist and Michael is a soldier in a poor and small area.

So Michael and his siblings in this AU were all slaves when they were small. Some were sold to by dealer or black market and others came from a corrupted lab or were kidnapped. Because the 8 of them were locked in the same cage and all of them were around the same age so they got close with each other really quickly. (In this AU Michael and Lucifer are still twins) After knowing each other for a while, Lucifer came up with the idea that all of them should have a unique tattoo so even if they got split up in the future, they will still be able to recognize each other. So time passed, one by one was sold but the place collapsed before Michael got sold. And so he was able to escape then got adopted by a soldier.

Time passed, he became one of the protectors, an excellent and skilled soldier of the area. But one day, some people in the area started to go missing and Michael has been assigned the task of finding those missing people. And he was able to track Vox down. Vox noticed there has been some annoying rat following him lately, not to mention being the first to come this close to him in the first place. So he asked his old pal Alastor - a famous hitman to deal with Michael.

Then "BANG" - a clean bullet through the head, taking away Michael's life. Vox was not going to let Michael's body going to waste so what better way to reuse the body than to create a hybrid monster (The reason why Vox want to create a monster is because he remembered Al used to tell him a long time ago that he wondered how a monster tasted like. So Vox thought maybe if he created a monster and served it to Alastor, perhaps he could fix his relationship with Alastor)

So a monster was created and so did a broken screen. (Vox did change his screen later, don't worry) What will they face together afterward? What will the future hold? What kind of madness, wacky adventure and people awaiting them? It is something that they need to go through together in the future...

#hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel michael #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel vox #justicestatic

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boyinafandom · 1 year ago

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Stalker ticci Toby x reader

Part 2

story notes:this is kind of an au??? Idk what I do know is that it’s basically were Toby doesn’t become a proxy, I mean he moves out and stuff but his dad doesn’t die and he has a stable life also no cheek scar either, he’s a stalker so he looks like a normal person,reader is trans ftm

song of the installment is:

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WARNINGS

•stalking

•kidnapping

•in details about kinks, trauma, Toby being a pervert

•Toby being way to horny for someone he technically barely knows (💀💀like please get a grip bro)

• vulgar language and themes

•y/n is seriously fucked

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I like watching you,because you..oh FUCK you.

You’re so, perfect, just, there, waiting for someone..no ME to come into your life and sweep you off your stunning feet..

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This is where you work, a club. You also have a tendency to come here and hang out, never drink though, you don’t like drinking, so why do you come here? Well because, it’s the only place you feel welcome.

It’s good that you’re isolated, and traumatized. And I know that that sounds like a stretch but I’ve read your note books, when I go into your, no OUR home, I mean you have a lot of those things. Like a lot a lot , I mean how much baggage could one man have, and don’t get me started on the fact that you have a “boy pussy” as you like to call it in the erotic fanfiction you write that you swear isn’t self insert but 100% is, I mean I get writing fanfiction for trans people, but you could change it up to male to female every once and awhile.

Anyway. You work here not because you like it, but because: (based on what I read) you, and I quote: “think the owner wants to fuck me, I don’t think she realizes that I’m a biological woman, she is not gonna like that fact that I can’t dick her down with the cock that I don’t have, I think it’s the only reason she keeps me around”

It probably is, your right tiger, she probably is just keeping you around because she wants your pretty non existent cock in her. I bet your loud to..

As I think that last thought in my never ending inner monologue I hear your voice, your sweet sweet new to testosterone voice, it’s all scratchy, I bet your voice breaks when you moan, when you moan my name…

“Hey there…you?”

You say, fuck me I got to close to the bar, when did I even start sitting here? I thought I was supposed to keep far away so I could keep watching you from a distance

“Not gonna say anything? Alright then..I’ll just assume you want a water”

You say as you rub a glass clean with a rag

“Toby…”

This is my chance

“I’m sorry?”

You’re so polite

“My name, is Toby, I’m not a stranger”

“Alright Toby.. well my name is Y/N”

I know that tiger I know your name

“Can I get you something or are you gonna sit here till close?”

So sassy, god this is orgasmic, it’s our first time speaking and it’s already going so well.

“Oh no I’m good, I uh don’t drink”

I have to be on guard, to make sure that I can be at my best, just for you.

“Then why are you at a bar? I mean, wouldn’t you drink if you’re at a bar?”

“I just…had no where better to be so..”

Fuck, I didn’t think you were this smart how am I gonna get you out of this one..

“Uh huh..”

You nod your head, tongue sliding across your inner cheek, mouth slightly agape.your thinking. About me, fuck how I want to consume your thoughts, and then someone calls out to you. Fuck your getting taken away from me, so soon?

“BARTENDER!”

“Shit.. YEA?”

You mumble the first part under your breath waving to me before walking across the bar to the fuck face that had the nerve to cut our first conversation short.

In all honesty, this isn’t actually our first time speaking well not my first time speaking, to you that is. I was working at a convenience store, I was like 14, my cuck of a father said I “need to get a fucking job and stop being a little sissy bitch” or something, all I know is, was that when I was working that meaningless job, you came in, one fateful day, you looked about 13 or 14 and you had a tick, while you were looking for something, and it triggered one of my tics, and you looked at me, with your beautiful eyes I swear I saw your pupils get a little bit bigger, it was kind of far away, but I could tell you liked me to, you even bought something for me, a monster energy, I said that the white flavor was the best one, you quirked and eyebrow,turned around, walked to the overly cold freezer section that I low-key freeze my hands on every time I had to restock it, because the fucking owner didn’t know how to keep the temperature down and pulled out another one, walked back over placed it on the crusty old counter and said, with your sweet pre testosterone voice:

“You want one? I have enough?”

The rest of the memory is kind of Dingy, but what I do remember is that I saved it for weeks, dusted it for prints and then when I finally got the prints scanned I cyber stalked you to the fucking fullest.

That’s how I found out about your name,your family that you hate, you’re old and new address, your age, were you work and all that good stuff, but the funny thing is, is that I didn’t find this out through your social media, I found it through your friends and family, because, you didn’t have one, not a singular social media account. Intel about a year ago, and after that you gained a huge fallowing, it’s so cool that people love you as much as I do.

it’s like your paranoid, I mean, I would be to, there are a lot of cases on your public records from getting restraining orders, being apart of multiple custody battles, a name change, but surprisingly, no criminal record, bringing back to one of my other points, you only have one account, it’s a tumblr account, where you post, once again, erotic fanfiction. And thank god for that, maybe I’m over analyzing this (which I’m not, because I’m right) but your writing says a lot about you tiger, you really want someone to treat you like a dog, puppy play kink was it? It’s shown in a lot of your fics “be a good dog “Y/N”” I mean seriously, if you want me to put a leash on you and fuck you till you bleed just tell me. I’ll fucking do it. And don’t get me started on your parent issues, your obsession with psychology and over analyzing characters, and over all your problems you pass of as “giving y/n a personality” when anyone in your tumblr comments tells you how much they love your character wrighting and that “it’s not a typical blond haired blue orbed y/n with tits and no personality”

“Sorry about that, he’s a regular here”

You smile, snapping me out of my horny thoughts

“Oh uh yea..”

My neck pops, fuck what if my tics off put you? What if your a different person that you were back then?

You cock your head to the side, like a puppy

My puppy.

“So…”

“Hm?”

“If you’re not gonna drink..what are you here for?”

You. I’m here for you

“Maybe I wanna make a friend”

“Oh yea? Like who?”

Is this what flirting feels like?

“Maybe..”

I take a look around, swiveling in the bar stool

“You?”

You smirk, biting your lip in the process. Your pretty slightly yellow teeth gleaming under the bars over head light

“Alright…you’ve caught me, my shift ends in an hour, meet me by the back exit?”

Alright wanna play this game? We can play tiger.

“Sure, wanna keep me entertained till then?”

I chuckle, like I’m not about to fucking cream my pants.

“Well, I’m not sure I can do that for an entire hour,but I can come around and chat from time to time.”

“I’d like that”

I’d love that actually, more than anything, any chance I get to talk to you is enough to make me want to jump over the counter and take you infront of everyone.

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After an hour of banter (aka you teasing me by breathing in my general direction)

You take your apron of your twinky ass waist, and walk over to ask if I’m ready to go

“Oh yea totally”

I get up. I bet I’m taller than you.

As it would turn out I am, as we walk out, you seem so unaware that I need you all to myself

You open the door for me

“Oh thank you, such a gentlemen~”

I would give anything to jerk off right now. Fuck, please just let me please you.

I as I walk out I hear something, then I feel it, it’s cold, and it hurts, you just hit me over then head. With a metal object and I crash to the pavement

“Good night rogers.”

Then everything goes black.

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READERS POV

“You caught me,my shift ends in an hour”

This is all I need. I just need to get him isolated and then I can ask him all the questions I want, like why he’s stalking me, and stealing my boxers and blood stained underwear…I wonder if he smells them?

His face lights up, bet he think he’ll get his Squirrley dick wet.

“Sure wanna keep me entertained till then?”

What does he think I am? Fuck, I’ll have to play his game.

“Well, I’m not sure I can do that for an entire hour,but I can come around and chat from time to time.”

Catching him isn’t worth losing my job, but I need to keep him here.

“I’d like that”

Of course you would. Fucking creepo.

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After an hour of going back and forth between actual customers and a guy who’s been stalking me for who knows how long, my shift finally ends and thank fuck for that, because I can finally figure out what this guys problem is.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Oh yea totally”

Yes yes yes yes yes yes FUUUUCKKKKK YES. Get out of here so I can…wait fuck what am I gonna do with him? He’s like three feet taller than me, how in the fuck am I gonna get him to talk to me..

As we walk out I open the door for him

“Oh thank you, such a gentlemen~”

Bet he’s a pervert

He’s walking infront of me, without a care in the world…

Fuck it, it’s the hard way or the hard way, I pull my gun out of my waist band and cock him upside the head with it, he immediately hits the ground…thought that would be harder but I guess not?

“Good night rogers.”

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POVS:

Toby

Reader

Ok…so now there’s a guy locked in my basement…how did I get here?

Da-Dink!

Oh shit? Is there movement?

I check the camera screen

There is, he’s awake.

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The door creaks open

And then I see you.

“Hey tiger..”

Fuck my head hurts

“Don’t call me that… that’s not my name”

Now that my rage and mild adrenaline rush is gone, I can’t help but take him all in…his lack of clothes, that I striped him of because I knew it would make him feel vulnerable, his very well kept body, his shaggy brown hair, his chocolate brown eyes… his white teeth and sharp canines…

…maybe this won’t be so bad.

“Why are you stalking me?”

Strait into the shit

“Why won’t you let me call you tiger?”

“So you admit it then? Your stalking me?”

God you look so good, just standing there, right in front of me, god if I wasn’t tied down right now that things I would do.

“Maybe…but I can’t help it..”

“What does that even mean??? You’re fucking stalking me.”

Then I remember something, you called me rogers..that’s my last name…

“How do you know my name? Hm?”

Shit.

“Because you told me?”

“No, I told you my name was Toby, you called me rogers before I passed out, after you knocked me to the floor, really…took my breath away”

Is he seriously trying to flirt? Not the point, he’s onto me,,, no..he knows I’m stalking him back

“So? I checked your id when you bought a drink?”

This is a lie, he said he didn’t drink

“Uh Nuh uh-?! Firstly I don’t drink- I told you that, and second, I didn’t buy a drink.”

“No I’m pretty sure you did.”

I cross my arms over my chest

“You’re not a good lier.”

“Fuck you.”

“What did I ever do to you?”

He puts his leg out in an attempt to nudge mine

“Don’t touch me.”

“Untie me”

He sounds smug, I don’t like that

I want to touch you, if you want of course, but… fuck just take me here..

“Fuck just take me here..”

Fuck did I seriously let that slip out?

“I’m sorry?”

What in the fuck did he just say??

“I mean…if you want to”

Then I watch you slump to your knees in-front of me fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

“May I?”

You say, with your pretty voice

I feel myself getting harder

And then I’m snapped back into reality

“Are you hard right now..?”

I can feel myself getting sick, how far gone is this guy,I mean seriously?

Although…

NO NO NO NO NO.

What in the fuck am I thinking?? This guy is a creep. A stalking,grimy, slimy, nasty..kind of hot..NO EW GOD NO.

“What are you thinking about?”

Shit, I got to lost in thought and now he..god why am I so bipolar? Can I please have one solid thought without..

And before I know it I’m cutting off his ropes, taking him upstate’s to the main part of my house and..we’re talking? No we’re flirting, we are 100% flirting.

God please tell me you know I’m flirting with you.

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The stupid end because I can’t make good endings for things

#ticci toby #creepypasta #writers on tumblr #creepypasta fanfic #stalker ticci toby #i love men #this is definitely not based of YOU because I have a hard on for joe #RANDOM SMUT????#Spotify

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w3ven · 2 years ago

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Did i scare you..

18+ Cory Cunningham x fem.reader TW- knife play? “fear” placed on reader (idk)small age gap

this is my first writing ig so if anyone even finds and send request about what doesn’t have to be him :3sorry i’m very illiterate so there isn’t really punctuation and sorry for spelling please understand

“happy halloween kid” is blaring over the loud speakers “my fucking head” you mumbled you have a raging headache you pick ur head back up and cover your ears ..you some how get the school day done with you get home and take a shower as you are in the shower you hear someone come in the house you think it just family so you don’t pay attention to it you get out the shower and wrap a towel around you and open the bathroom door and walk in to the hall you listen and hear no one talking so you yell “hello are you guys home?” no response you walk in your room and see someone on your bed “ what the fuck corey why are you here” you say he looks you up and down “ you are dripping wet” he says as he gets out of bed “get the fuck out you perv are you a professional stalker. you know this is probably why you have no friends ” you are saying as you push him out your room and slam the door in his face “ i take pride in my work” he says in to the door so i can hear him. me and corey have an interesting relationship first off we have an age gap i’m 18 and he is 21 not bad but i’m in high school but we have been best buddies for a while now and i’ll admit it i’m attracted to him but he is a creep. you throw on a tank top and sweats and open the door he is just standing there “get lost” you say as you are about to close the door again but he holds its open “it’s halloween remember” he says giving you a condescending look “ what do you wanna go trick-or-treating” you say as you roll ur eyes “ yes i do with you” he replies “ this sounds like a weird date i should reject” you say as you walk over to ur bed and lay down he walks in and stands next to the bed he is silent you look up and him and see him admiring your body you feel ur stomach get hot and tight • what the hell is wrong with me• you quit get up and try to brush off how you just felt “ fine i’ll go but i have nothing to wear” you say with your back to him then you hear him walking over and he grabs your hand and pulls you out you room down the stairs and outside and he opens the passenger said door to his car and tells you to get in without asking you get in he get in and start driving “ where are we going “ you look and him “to the halloween store to get you something” he says as he speeds up we get to the Store he gets out and opens your door “i’m not going in there im wet and have a take top on im freezing” he takes off his thick hoodie and give it to you “come on” he says as he walks in to the store you can’t help but smell it before you put it on you slowly walk it to the store it’s basically wiped out i mean it’s Halloween you walk over to the womens section to see him there already looking there isn’t much left and all of the costumes are like .. revealing and sexy “ see anything you like” he says as he looks at you “ i’ll just be a black cat” you grab a black leotard cat ears and a tail he takes it from you “i’m paying because i am making you go so” he walks the the check out and pays you were going to protest but he had a point you guys get in the car and go back to your house he drops you off “i’ll come back in a little bit i have um….some things to take care of be ready when i come back” he drives off you get in and see your mom and little brother in the kitchen eating your mom summons you to the kitchen you go in the kitchen “ are you going somewhere” she says looking at the bag of clothes in your hand “yea um i was going to go trick-or-treating with my friend” you say she smiles and says have fun you go up into your room and realize you still have his hoodie on you smile •god why am i so happy over his hoodie• you take the hoodie off and put it under your bed •he isn’t getting this back• you get into your costume • i look like a slut•

you do your makeup and grab one of your hoodies and lay on your bed and wait your mom yells up the stairs that she is taking your brother out then she leaves it’s now 8 pm you are thinking about just getting changed and not going but you hear the front door “corey is that you” you slowly walk down the stairs and the light are off “are you trying to scare me” you walk in to the living room trying to find the light then all the sudden you feel someone grab around your waist and just as you are about to scream you feel there hand cover your mouth you instinctively bite down and hear “ow you fucking bitch” as they let you go “ WTF COREY” you say as you turn the light on “did i scare you?” he says “no you didn’t “ you say obviously lying “that’s a lie i felt you shaking in my arms” he mocks you “are we going or not” you roll your eyes “yea come on let’s go” you go outside with him and started trick-or-treating about an hour goes by you are having so much fun “where even are we” you ask corey only to see he isn’t there you keep looking around cuz you have no idea where you are then you hear a faint voice coming from the woods sound like corey so you walk in to the woods “ you better not be trying to scare me again” as you walk deeper and deeper in to the woods you get more and more scared you seen the abandon house it’s doesn’t look too abandoned though there is a light on in one of the rooms “ corey i’m so i’m scared i cant do this ok just come out please” all the sudden you feel a sharp cold pain in your leg you look down to see you leg has been cut pretty deep and is pouring out blood you try and open your mouth to scream and you try to run but your leg has you fall you the ground you start to crawl away towards the abandon house you look behind you for a second and you see something you never thought you would its Michael Myers in the flesh •i’m dead for sure• he gets closer and closer you try to move faster but you can’t get away he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder the only words you can manage to get out are “ corey please help me please “ you knew he wasn’t going to hear you he continues to carry you upstairs in the abandon house you start to cry he slams you down on an old mattress but with new sheets blankets and pillows •why is everything new?• you don’t have much time to think about that he gets on top of you and start you cut off your costume you try to cover yourself but he puts the knife to your throat you put your hands back down he starts playing with your tits he slowly works his way down to your underwear he cuts them off of you “you are dripping wet” he says • that voice no it’s can’t be• “corey..?” he takes the mask off “yes my love “ he answers “what the fuck is wrong with you i’m leaving” you sit up ��oh no your not” he slams you back down on the bed and puts the knife to your throat “do you know how fucking long i wanted this do you know how many nights i have fantasize about you i’m not letting you just get up and leave now and don’t think i’m clueless i see how you act to just admit it you like me” he says you look up at him with fear in your eyes “your so hot when your scared” he says as he unbuckle his pants you close your legs as tight as you can “come on be a good girl for me and i won’t have to hurt you” he says you can’t help put get that feeling in your stomach again he separates your legs and positions himself at your entrance and pushes himself in “you are so tight and wet just like i imagined it to be” he groans out you bite down on ur bottom lip trying to be quiet “come on it’s ok i wanna hear you don’t make me beg” he starts thrusting in and out fast and hard “please slow down “ you whisper “i can’t hear you” he says as he brings his self closer to you “please slow down “ you say again “ not a chance in the world “ he says as he begins to make out with you and slamming in to you harder and faster with every thrust you let the lust take over and started to enjoy the pain and pleasure he was giving your body you don’t want it to end you become a moaning mess “ i’m going to cum”

you moan out “go on then dont wait for me” you release yourself and you hear him moan and put out “looks like we did the same” he gets up and puts his pants back on “ did I scare you” he asks “n-no” you reply such an obvious lie “ your shaking says otherwise” THE END

#michael myers #halloween kills #18+ minors dni #slashers

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strlingsav · 2 years ago

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Hi! Congratulations on another wonderful piece, I thoroughly enjoyed Drive and reread it 5 times now🥰🥹

please feel free to ignore this request, but I'm so painfully addicted to your writing style (seriously you are my top favorite creator along with stararchangel) I would love to see your take on this, I have 2 ideas-

1) female reader x Simon Riley, she's civilian, and basically how they meet is somewhere random (like grocery store?) and he, a cold hardened killer, immediately melts and thinks she's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. Now, he doesnt immediately approach her bc he's like, scared or dumbstruck, or maybe just doesn't wanna bother her? But he can either follow her out of the vicinity to find out where she resides/more about her (stalker lowkey ik) or maybe they can meet a second time, same place, but she accidentally bumps into him? Then they get to talking, he wants to pursue her etc AND LOTS OF SMUT OMG YOUR SMUT IS PEAK! I did read something similar from someone else, I think they did könig though, or even just another civilian female x ghost and he is just dumbfounded thinking she's the most beautiful things ever man

2) female reader x ghost, where she's like an insanely skilled killer, perfect sniper executions, can rip dude's faces off per say and is super fast and skilled in some fighting style like jujitsu, easily knock people off their feet ok? And basically she has a reputation for being excellent at her craft and SUPER well known not just within the army or whatever in the US but overseas like in the Middle East and Japan and Russia and shit man idk (honestly I was watching Hunter x Hunter thinking about the flesh collector girl that Kurapika had to bodyguard for, so what if the fReader was known too for like selling shit on the black market? And being the best of the best medic, head Doctor/ surgeon type shit), then she joins task force 141 and they see all her badass-ness in action and how she just fucks dudes up and gets head shots from crazy far sniper locations and fixes up awful injuries like it's nothing and yea then ghost also falls in love w her and LOTS OF SMUT AGAIN pls

Thank you SO MUCH FOR READING! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽😭

Thank you so so much for the kind words and for reading!! (You're so sweet omg) I'm so happy you enjoy it.

This'll have to be a two-parter for both requests, but here's your first!! Second will come later.

Thank you again, I hope you enjoy 🤍

Afar

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon's enamoured with you.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

You were hesitant about your friends' choice to meet for drinks at a dive-bar downtown. You knew the place; a rustic establishment tucked into a quiet corner of the city. It was well known for the crowd it attracted: blue-collar workers, bikers and the like. You'd never stepped foot inside, it's outward appearance alone was daunting. It was a historic monument in the city, given away by the dying neon of the 'open' sign and weathered letters above the entrance.

It was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke and the smell of whiskey and beer. Neon lights plastered on the walls, dated decor with posters of vintage cars and women- it certainly wasn't an obvious choice.

Your eyes shifted around the bar, classic-rock playing softly in the background, the sound of pool balls clacking against each other- it almost made you uncomfortable how much you stood out among the predominantly masculine crowd. You were still dressed in your office attire, and your friend was no different. She insisted it was a great place for drinks after work, and the men never bothered her.

You gave her the benefit of the doubt, sipping your beer slowly while she chatted about the newest developments in her love life. Your eyes met, adding a nod or a smile every so often, but you were on edge; your guard was up just in case.

Simon had seen you walk in.

His hand was clasped around the glass of bourbon, perched at the bar with tense shoulders. Another deployment finished meant he would spend most of his free time there, where people tended to mind their own, and didn't ask any questions. He liked the solitude, liked knowing that no one knew who he was- or cared.

He could drown out the flurry of thoughts and internal conflict with whiskey, focusing solely on the sweet hint of caramel, the bitterness of burning tobacco and melody of classic rock in the background. It was his sanctuary, the place he had no distractions, no obligations, only staring down the amber liquid in his glass, ice cubes pressing against his lips as he took a sip.

His attention was quickly grabbed by the bell above the door, ringing just loud enough to make his head turn. His eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, before you turned back to the woman you were with.

He certainly hadn't expected to find himself giving you a second look. He didn't consider himself to be the kind of man that stared at attractive women. His composure had cracked just a bit though, enough to let his gaze follow you through the bar as you took a seat within his view.

He was quickly enamoured, something that hadn't happened to him before- aside from the early years of puberty, and it terrified him. How you walked in, brushing your hair from your face, the way your hips swayed when you walked- you'd already more than caught his attention.

He swallowed, harshly. He took another sip of his drink, a deep breath in as he finished the last of it. Maybe it was a fleeting attraction, maybe he was just sexually frustrated, gratifying it with the first woman he saw. As he peered over his shoulder, watching you lean forward, smile softly- fuck, if it didn't make his stomach lurch. He wanted to know you.

Your pencil skirt more than complemented your body, and he'd noticed. The silk blouse that fit just right around the peak of your breasts- he stared forward, shutting his eyes as he tried to shake you from his mind.

He couldn't help it, though. Watching you from his periphery, beer in hand as you crossed your legs, he heard you laugh. He forced himself to lean over his drink, tune out your conversation. It wasn't right to listen, wasn't right to think about a woman, a stranger, the way he was.

But the sound of your voice carried, and he could practically taste the shampoo in your hair, the fading scent of perfume. He wondered if all of you was as sweet as you smelled. As an even nastier thought crossed his mind, what he'd do to have your body in his hands, his nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he slid from his stool, marching outside. He didn't allow himself to look back, didn't want to be the one to make you uncomfortable. He was sure you were used to being leered at- how couldn't you be?

He was transfixed with the shape of your lips, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges when you laughed, how you'd lick your lips after a swig of beer. It was too much- all too much for him to handle while a few drinks in, and he refused to be the asshole that hit on you in a bar. He knew he treasured the peace and quiet, he imagined you did too.

He stepped outside, the cool night air on his skin helped drop his rising temperature, bringing him back to reality. The lit cigarette in his hand glowed as he sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to throw it away and stalk back inside to you. He wondered whether you had a boyfriend, perhaps a husband- someone you'd go home to that would never know just how lucky he is. Who wouldn't worship you the way he knew he could, treat you the way he would. Make you feel the way he would. He clenched his jaw, already despising the bastard.

His thoughts got ahead of him, and his cigarette was already burned to the filter before he realized he'd been stewing outside for at least ten minutes. He flicked it from his fingers, watching it sizzle out on the pavement. He cleared his throat, turning to open the door when you appeared on the other side.

His breath caught in his chest. Up close, he could see the true curves of your cheekbones, the allure of your lips, the sparkle in your eye as he interrupted the conversation with your friend. He could even smell you better, and it hit him like a wall. His heart pounded in his ears, aching to say something-anything, but he refused to fall victim to his inflated desires. He didn't know if you'd reciprocate it, anyway.

You stopped and stared, eyes meeting his as he stepped out of the way, holding the door for the two of you.

"Thank you," You gave him a small smile, your eyes still on his even as you were clear of the door.

He was tall- and big. A mass of muscle that caught your eye. His eyes were dark, plagued with some sort of stress as his brows furrowed. You noticed the way his gaze trailed down your body, and felt the twinge of heat rise up your chest and neck.

He had short hair, brunet, disheveled. He was handsome. A crooked nose, defined cheekbones and jaw, a hint of stubble across his face.

You turned back, taking one last look as the two of you made your way to the taxi, waiting on the curb.

The second time your friend invited you out, you'd had the weekend off. Free time was never a guarantee in your line of work. A demanding boss, deadlines, company meetings; usually your weekends were filled with errands. She'd caught you at a good time, and asked if you liked the bar she took you to.

So you ventured out again, happy to be free of your office clothes, and took a seat in the same booth. This time, you were feeling less on edge, more excited to be out, enjoying yourself. Your friend brought her current girlfriend- one you'd met only once before, and weren't sure how many more times you'd see her.

"I'll get us a round," You said, setting your hands on the table as you stood up.

"If you insist," Your friend grinned, watching you with a smirk, her arm over her girlfriend's shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, "You're paying next."

She didn't say anything, but you kept your eyes on her with a playful glare as you walked off to the bar.

You stopped at the bar, and stood on your toes, trying to catch the attention of the bartender who had his back turned polishing glasses.

Simon couldn't believe he was seeing you again. You'd been on his mind since he last saw you, flashes of your lips, your eyes distracting him from everyday tasks. He even took it a step further to imagine what you felt like beneath him, the way you'd say his name as you came around him. He spent most nights in a sweat, desperately chasing relief. It didn't work. He didn't think it ever would.

He turned his head ever so slightly, and you met his eyes.

"Hi," You said softly, a bashful smile over your face as you realized it was the same good-looking man that held the door for you.

He could feel his heart beat just a bit faster- his eyes trailing over your face.

"Y'alright?" He asked.

His voice was deep, raspy, British. You licked your lips.

"Just trying to order some drinks," You said. "I don't think it'll be happening anytime soon."

He looked over at the bartender.

"Oi, mate," He called, catching his attention.

"Thanks," You said.

You were inches from him, your hip nearly touching his arm, and he noticed. He could feel it, feel the heat emanating off of you, smell that same delicious fucking smell that drove him insane. This time, you were in a shirt that showed a tease of cleavage and tight jeans that clung to every curve and detail of your body. As he leaned back ever so slightly, taking in the sight of your ass, he let out a soft breath.

"You're the guy that held the door for me a couple weekends ago, right?"

You were waiting for the bartender to make your drinks, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation with him. Your eyes moved to his fingers, wrapped around the glass, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

He definitely works with his hands, you thought. He did something that formed callouses along the crown of his palms and helped keep the obvious tone of his arms. Construction, maybe?

"Yeah," He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. You watched intently, his lips plush and inviting, wet with liquor.

"That was my first time being here," You looked away, feeling intimidated by his gaze.

He was staring so intensely, you almost felt suffocated. But you liked it. Liked the way it made you feel, liked how he shifted in his seat to face you, how you could imagine your legs over his broad shoulders.

"You like it?" He asked, raising a brow.

"It's not bad," You smiled. You just couldn't stop fucking smiling. "Company's good and the people seem nice enough."

"You with your friends?"

You nodded. "And you?"

"I like drinkin' alone."

You tried to hide the frown that crossed your face.

"But I don't mind talkin' to you."

He was so damn charming- too charming. He was definitely good at sweet-talking. Your cheeks burned, wondering what else he was good at.

"That's sweet," You grinned, your hand landing on his arm.

He could've fucked you then and there, your hand on his arm lit up his entire body. He felt himself harden under the restraints of his jeans. He'd never gotten hard from a woman touching his arm before, and he wondered when he became so goddamn pathetic. He didn't mind it though, not if you kept talking and smiling like you were.

You introduced yourself, holding your hand out for him to shake. He seemed entertained by the idea, a small smile lifting his lips as his hand engulfed yours. He knew your skin would be soft, knew you'd have a light touch.

"Simon," He nodded. "Don't let me keep you from your friends."

"I think they're more than okay." You looked over your shoulder at the two of them, kissing in the booth, not paying a sliver of attention to anyone else. "Let me just drop these off for them," You took the drinks off the counter.

You came back with a purpose, a new mission for the evening; taking him back to your place, or his- whichever was closest. You had no idea he was thinking the exact same thing.

You and Simon continued your conversation, leading to the revelation that he was in the army, a soldier. If it was even possible, it turned you on even more.

"I work in an office," You said, stirring your drink with the thin, black stir-stick. "Nothing as interesting as that."

"I remember your blouse- that skirt you had on," He looked at you, a grin playing at his lips.

"You remember my outfit?" You giggled.

He nodded, "Couldn't forget it," He admitted, hoping it wouldn't scare you off.

"Didn't know I had that much influence," You raised your brows. "You should've introduced yourself then. We could've been having this conversation weeks ago."

"Didn't want to disturb you," He said, his palm pressing flat along your thigh. Your eyes drifted to the source of warmth on your leg, then looked back at him. "M'alright with where we are now, though."

"That's a shame," You sighed, now two cocktails deep, and undeniably aroused. He waited, brows furrowing at your words. "Think we'd be better off at my place."

He looked shocked, not sure how to proceed- whether it would be okay for him to accept, or make him appear too eager. But Christ, if he wasn't already burning up, desperate to get you undressed, kissing every inch of your body until you begged for him. He couldn't resist.

"Y'might be right," He drawled, his palm trailing further up your thigh, his thumb resting in the crease of your thigh and hip.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He grinned, standing up from his seat, dropping a wad of cash on the bar.

"'M ready when you are, sweetheart."

He drove a new pickup truck, opening the door for you to step in. You sat comfortably, trying to restrain yourself as much as possible, but as he reached out to turn on the heat and you caught sight of the tattoos that engulfed his arm, you sighed deeply.

You were already aching, dying for a taste, anything to sate the throbbing in your abdomen. You could feel the wetness dripping from you, and you were sure you'd already soaked a spot on your panties.

When he set his palm on your thigh again, you exhaled, setting your hand overtop his. His hands were rough, worn; and you couldn't wait to feel them against your bare skin. You glided his hand carefully, slowly, up your leg, urging him to feel you, touch you.

"You can touch me, Simon," You whispered.

He looked over, his eyes narrowing as you leaned back, spreading your thighs a bit.

"I want you to touch me."

"Christ," He muttered, his fingers pressing against your pussy from over your jeans.

The pressure pushed the seam into your clit, and you let out a soft sigh. He watched with wide eyes, heavy breathing as he moved his fingers in small circles, forcing your jeans against you. You writhed under the pressure, whimpering softly, clinging to his wrist with an iron grip.

He listened to the sounds you made, trying not to close his eyes and savour it, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the road. If that was all it took to have those sounds of pleasure coming from your lips, he couldn't imagine what you'd sound like when he was inside you. He could hardly wait to show you the attention you deserved, make you cum endlessly, beg for his cock.

The trip to your house wasn't long, and when you entered the apartment, he had you pressed against the entryway. His hand on your waist, the other above your head, you stared into his eyes.

"Been dyin' t'get my hands on you since I first saw you," He whispered, goosebumps exploding over the surface of your skin.

"You shouldn't have waited," You said back, your face tilting up to his.

His hand left your waist, his thumb running across your bottom lip as he stood up straight. Letting out a heavy sigh, he grabbed your hips and yanked your pelvis flush with his.

"You're a fuckin' tease," He breathed.

He pressed his lips against yours, already a hungry and devoted action. Your lips felt like velvet, you tasted like a sweet fruit- cranberries, from your vodka-cran. He moaned softly, cherishing the feeling of your mouth against his, your hands coming to his face, delicately holding him in place.

He loved the way he made you look so small, so innocent against his larger frame. He'd have an easy time moulding you into positions, right where he wanted you. You felt so good, pressed against him, your soft little whimpers spurring him on. He introduced his tongue, gliding it against yours with no hesitation, tasting you.

"Show me your room," He said, breathless as he pulled away.

He was slow in his movements, his tall frame circling you like prey. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, thighs spread as he leaned forward. His fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Take it off for me, sweetheart," His raspy voice was low, eyes unflinching as he watched you. "Nice n' slow." His elbows rested on his thighs as he watched you.

Your hands went to the hem, lifting it off your waist and over your shoulders. You unbuttoned your jeans, too, sliding them down your thighs and stepping out of them. You stood in your bra and panties before him, feeling a bit nervous with his unfaltering gaze, his eyes taking in every inch.

He was practically eating you alive. He trailed up and down your form, a strangled sigh coming from him as he watched your breasts push against your bra, thong clinging to you nicely with the wetness between your thighs. He couldn't believe he'd gotten you in his grasp, so willing and ready to do anything he asked. It made his cold heart melt, watching the way your hip shifted nervously.

"C'mere," He said, leaning back.

Your feet pushed forward, standing before him, and he grabbed your hips as he tugged you onto his lap. He let his hands reach around to sit on your ass, exhaling, nearly exploding with how good you felt in his hands. Such silky skin, he couldn't help but let his hands roam.

"Pretty little thing you are," He whispered against your throat, his nose nuzzled against your chin.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, his tongue sticking out to lick a short strip over your skin. He took his time, lips exploring your neck.

"Simon," You sighed, hands reaching for his forearms. "Please." You wanted him to touch you already, your pussy was aching from being so aroused.

"I'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart," Was his response.

You shivered, his hands running up and down your back, reaching for your ass. You arched your back, chest flush against his. He wanted to memorize every curve, learn you inside and out until he could blindly please you.

"Take off my shirt for me."

You obeyed, nimble fingers working quickly to unbutton his shirt, eyes widening as you pulled it open. His chest was muscular, and your eyes trailed down to his abs, scars scattered over his torso. There was a trail of coarse hair that disappeared into his jeans. You felt your pussy clench, a fire that was already raging in your womb exploded tenfold.

You tugged the shirt off his shoulders, breath hitting his chest as you sighed, nearly riding his lap.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. You moaned, exhaling harshly through your nose as his tongue slid inside you mouth, gliding against yours. Your head went dizzy- intoxicated, drowning in the taste of his lips. You never wanted to pull away and your fingers reached his jaw as you leaned into him, hunger in your kiss.

Your hands then ran down his chest, over the hard muscles on his torso. He grunted softly, his body jerking as you felt his shoulders and biceps.

His hands reached around, unclasping your bra. He let it drop, watching you pull your arms from the straps. His eyes flashed to your breasts, one hand reaching up to cup your breast. Your head fell back, the ache in your pussy only getting stronger as he massaged your breasts. His thumb grazed your nipple, making you gasp softly.

"So fuckin' beautiful," He groaned.

You lifted your head, eyes boring into his.

He leaned in again, licking your breast before he took your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around it before flicking over it. You gasped, fingers lifting to his hair.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," He pulled back, lips finding your neck in a passionate kiss. "Bet your cunt tastes even better."

You sighed aloud, your hips jumping against his crotch. His words sent a shiver of desire straight through you, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He lifted you up with ease, turning to settle you on the bed.

Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, his lips back on yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck. Travelling over your breasts, he left bruises on the soft flesh, moving to your stomach, then hip bones.

His fingers tugged at your panties, parting them from your body with a bit of resistance from your wet core, then slid them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

"Fuck," He mumbled. "You're soaked," He growled.

His lips attached to your inner thigh, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Your fingers reached into his hair, exhaling as you waited, hardly able to contain the thrumming in your chest, your desperate writhing.

His tongue licked a stripe through your folds and your hips jumped when he ran over your clit. Softly exhaling, you squeezed your thighs together around his ears.

He groaned softly, doing it again to receive the same reaction. His tongue worked a bit harder now, moving in circles over your clit. You were already wet- he knew that well. He wanted to eat your pussy for his own pleasure. He listened intently to the beautiful moans from your lips, his cock hardening even more when your fingers tugged and pulled at his hair.

You let out a soft moan, fingers curling into his hair, tugging as he lapped generously. The sounds of your pussy on his tongue were vulgar- echoing around your room. You were writhing in his grasp, even as his hands came to your hip bones to steady you.

He slid a finger inside you, curling it up against the rough spot inside your pussy. Your chest lifted, panting as he continued the motion, tongue still on your clit.

"God- Simon," You croaked, shivering. He adored the way his name sounded from your mouth.

It didn't take long for your climax to near, having already been turned on for so long, you were just waiting for his touch. You shifted with restlessness, and when he added a second finger, you knew your release would come any moment.

"I'm almost there," You whispered, voice hoarse as your abdomen clenched down.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," He cooed, fingers still coaxing it out of you.

Your eyes rolled shut, pussy squeezing down as you came- hard. He didn't relent, pleasure coursing through you as he continued his movements. He could hardly move his fingers at a certain point, your pussy constricting around him.

"Fuckin' hell," He murmured, eyes watching your body as you came.

You sighed softly, finally recovering from your orgasm, and Simon stood to his feet, face wet with your cum.

He leaned forward, "You wanna taste yourself?"

Your body shivered, meeting him halfway, pressing your lips to his. You made an effort to find his tongue, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue; mostly bitter, a hint of sweetness.

He stood up, yanking the belt from his jeans. You gulped, eyes watching with anticipation.

"I want to feel you," You said.

"Go on, love."

You reached out, fingers undoing his button, then his zipper. You yanked his pants down over his thighs. His bulge in his briefs was larger than expected- much larger. You pulled his briefs down, met with his large cock. Your hands immediately reached out to feel him, and his head fell back.

He was so used to fucking his own hand, the skin of yours was like satin on his cock. He choked back a gasp.

"Yeah," He groaned. "Just like that sweetheart," He praised, watching you twist your wrist, hand running up and down his length. You sighed softly, hips rocking as you listened to him, burning desire as he praised you.

You shifted, thighs rubbing together to create friction on your clit.

"Can't wait anymore," He said. "Lie back."

You did as he said, and he crawled over you, kicking his jeans off. He grabbed your thighs, tugging them to his waist as he lined his cock up to your entrance, tip rubbing against your clit.

"Can I?"

"Yes," You breathed. "Please."

"I'll give you just what you deserve, sweetheart," He grunted, his cock sliding slowly into your pussy. He let out a long sigh, basking in the way your walls took him in, how easy it was to glide in against the natural lubrication.

You moaned, your pussy stretching to accommodate his large size. It was uncomfortable for a few moments, before he began thrusting his hips against you. He leaned down, head beside yours as he rounded his hips, nudging his cock deep inside. You were all moans, body no longer able to do anything but obey. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him.

"Takin' this cock so well," He said in your ear. Your eyes nearly rolled in your skull, squeezing shut. "Gonna make you cum for me."

"Keep talking like that, please," You whispered, eyes opening to watch him.

He groaned, "Been wonderin' what you'd sound like on my cock."

"Oh my-" You couldn't even manage to get out another word, another coherent sentence, so you relied on his name. "Simon."

"Fuck," He groaned in your ear. "So fuckin' wet."

"So good," You breathed.

His hips drove into yours, his pelvis hitting your clit repeatedly. His thick cock massaged your walls and it was nearly too much. You arched your back, toes curling, thighs clenching around his waist.

His body pressed against yours, neck craned to look at you from beside your head, watching your lips part as you gasped for air; he wanted to etch the vision behind his eyes. Your skin was flushed, fingers clawing at his back, hand cradling his head against your neck. He was repeatedly burying himself inside you, massaging your clit at the same time, and you couldn't hold back.

"F-fuck," You moaned. "Fuck- Simon," You gasped, pussy clenching around him.

"You gonna cum for me?" He asked, his hand moving back to grip your thigh.

You choked out a 'yes' as he bottomed out inside you, tip pressing against your cervix. You felt the sparks of pleasure level out over your body, enveloping you in a full-fledged fire, every nerve lit up with pleasure.

Your chest met his, tensing as your orgasm made your body rigid. He didn't relent, though the way you held him so tightly and whispered his name made it increasingly difficult not to.

"Simon," You moaned, eyes widening as you looked at him, lips parted with pleasure. "So good, Simon."

He groaned, listening to your swollen lips call his name, his cock twitched inside you. Your small frame, innocent eyes, soft thighs wrapped around him while he stroked his cock in your tight, wet pussy; if he was a lesser man be would've finished inside you immediately without hesitation. But he wanted to experience it all for as long as he could.

"That's right, sweetheart," He rolled his hips again. "Fuck you feel good."

Your fingernails scraped down his back, his muscles flexing as he moved. He exhaled sharply. Your thighs were squeezing his waist, and his fingers were surely bruising the delicate skin, but you didn't care.

He devoured your moans with his lips, relishing the way you still groaned, even with his tongue in your mouth he could hear you. He could still feel you too, your sensitive pussy clenching around him every time he hit your clit.

"I want you to cum again," He said. "Let me make you cum again," He pleaded. He so desperately needed to see it again, needed to see you fall apart for him, call out for him.

"Don't stop," You said, pressing a kiss to his neck. It was desperate, an attempt to make him feel just as good as he had for you, and you kissed up his jaw when you heard a satisfied groan in his throat.

Your eyes rolled back, abdomen and pussy clenching as the tension in your stomach began to build again. It was unraveling quickly, crumbling when he praised you, talked to you, even looked at you.

"I'm-I'm close," You said, clinging to his shoulders. "Again."

He nearly laughed. "Yeah, love. Let it out, give it to me."

"Yes," You moaned, head thrown back. "Fuck yes."

Your climax wasn't far, another wave of pleasure pulling you under. You struggled for breath, your eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging into him.

He let out a short gasp, feeling exactly how tight you could hug his cock, and it sent him over the edge at nearly the same time.

"Where do you want it?" He asked, pulling out.

He was massaging his cock, and you took over, lowering yourself as he released over your breasts, thrusting forward in your hand.

"Fuuck," He drawled, seeing your breasts painted white with his cum.

You sat back, staring up at him. He leaned forward, kissing you softly.

"Definitely should've said something sooner," You teased.

"I've got you here now," He said, a small smile on his glowing face. "That's all I care about."

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod mwii #mwii #simon riley #anon #anon request #request #strlingsavwrites #ask strlingsav

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melloian · 4 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug Reboot Explanation

Alright, so i thought about that a summary or short passage about my Au as whole wasn’t enough explanation. Au introduction page was just little so, i wanted to explain more.

What is Miraculous Ladybug Reboot?

Miraculous ladybug reboot is an Au where its a mixture of the original and the concepts but in my own take/version of it.

Why you made Miraculous Ladybug Reboot?

Am late to the party but, Miraculous Ladybug has been going down hill lately. They continuously ruining characters and milking this series. They think its funny to show Marinette being a creep 24/7. And Adrien clearly have little personality and hardly show him (its really bad now in season 4, though lies show his own screentime.) Worst part, Thomas astruc can’t take criticism and blocks people (am aware some people attacks him for no reason). So i decided to make this that kinda erase the terrible things that happened in Miraculous Ladybug.

About Miraculous Ladybug Reboot

(copied and pasted from Au Introduction page)

14 years old teenage girl name Marinette Dupain-Cheng was once a normal student at Françoise Dupont Highschool. One day, Marionette was helping with parents by cleaning the attic. Marinette found a music box on the floor. She look around, decided to pick it up, and put it in her pocket. Afterwards, she decided to open the box in the her room, finding black earrings inside. She decided to try on the earrings and suddenly a creature came out of the box. The creature introduced themselves as Tikki and explained those earrings. Afterwards, Marinette decided to become a superhero known as Ladybug.

Changes

Both of the main characters getting equal amount of screentime

if the show was really about feminisms, then they show that woman and man equal. Both strong in both ways doesn’t matter. This also includes screentime.

Removing Marinette's creepiness and suffering.

(yes am using this picture, still the worst thing i ever seen in this entire show)

Her being obsessive creepy stalker is obviously not ok and teaches kids to think that doing this is ok. So am just going remove that, and keep the idea that she have a crush on him.

other thing that’s wrong if the fact they just keep making Marinette suffer and have too much stress for a teenager. She does too much work for hero, does bakery, babysits and etc. The worse of all is making her guardian. because of all this, she had to tell Alya her secret for emotional support (or something else). Am removing this because its too much stress for teen and it makes me think she have suicidal thoughts and just keeping a smile on her face around people.

Speaking of Guardian...

Marinette will not be a Guardian

Yea, i see nothing good about her being a guardian. If anything it ruins the outcome of the entire point of love square. Even worst, she’ll just forgot Adrien anyway if she quits being guardian.

Not so much heroes

Having too many heroes takes too much time with just saying. You can’t really develop all those heroes at all. So i have shorten it out to only 5.

Chloe actually having a Development

Look idc if a creator makes a character go through Treason arc. However, the way Chloe arc was written, it definitely wasn’t a Treason arc. If anything it looked like a development but the team acting like she never had one. So am just going to do the bully to antihero to hero arc scenario.

Lila being a part of the main antagonist

So basically i wanted her to be the one who starts a rival but is truly a villain who secretly hiding something from everyone.

People is not going get akumantized repeatedly as different forms instead some one else get akumantized.

I rather for the person to be akumantized either once or twice. Not the 100th time. It makes hawk moth look like a joke. So i will make it where Hawk Moth would give up the person after once or twice and attempts to find some one who can be strong enough to beat Ladybug or chat noir.

When Hawk moth defeated, there be another main villain.

There be 7 main villains in total. All them deals with controlling some one emotion. Expect for the last one, which is like the “final” boss of the series.

Nathalie being anti-villain but still the antagonist

I wanted to see if i can write assistant betraying their boss. At the same time, being evil just for the sake of their boss. Sorry gabenath shippers.

Some adults being smart for once.

Can we just agree that most of the adults in this show shares the same braincell awhile all the teenagers are smart? Idk, they just easily gullible to lila’s lie and expel Marinette without any proof or something to know she did it.

There’s not just controlled villains, there’s villains just being villains.

Not every villain is going akumantized, in fact, there will be villains who just evil on their own. They pretty much attack the city and stuff like akumanzatied villains do. This is so that it will balance out the akumanzations.

The villains usually comes in a certain time. Like day, afternoon, noon, or night.

Specials are apart of the story, the heroes will learn something, and the heroes will later will come back.

If the heroes going go to different cities, i want them to at least learn something from it.

Unifications would not exist for other kwamis, it will only for 2 kwamis only which its definitely not the ladybug or cat miraculous.

Unifications are op not going lie. There’s no weakness between the powers or weaken the other. The weakness it have is making the user go out of control if consume too many kwamis. I might be wrong though.

So i will only use it for 2 kwamis only (which is not going be said for right now).

Alya not being a hardcore Adrien x Marinette shipper

It gets annoying if your bestfriend really wants you and your crush to be together so badly and forces you into uncomfortable spots where your crush is at. Even your friend becomes a hypocrite for a straight minute. I have to erase this so that Alya can be actual friend.

Gay characters that are in relationship actually treated like a relationship instead of a very good best friend thing.

I just want to them actually feel like they in actual relationship.

The guardians mentor their heroes if they have soon experienced enough.

I don’t know, wang fu doesn’t really train anyone or be a good guardian for once. Now he’s gone.

Zoe being an secret agent instead of a hero

Before you call me a zoe hater, i just want to say this. Zoe entire existence doesn’t make sense. She was never mentioned in the show until season 4. Audrey cheating also doesn’t add up either and causes more plot holes. So i made it where zoe is secret agent from new york who was tasked to go France. She lied about being chloe’s half sister (and other things) just so she get near to her mission. Which leads to another villain soon.

Felix not being a cousin nor evil

I don’t like how they made felix evil at all. It just feels like insult for the fans who asked him to be in it in the first place. So i made Felix Adrien's brother whose not evil but just gloomy.

Stormy weather being a separate entity

I think it will be cool to see her as a separate villain instead of akumantized one.

Some characters will be either changed or deleted.

Characters will be changed since it is a reboot thing, however some may be deleted because i either don’t like them, can’t find a way how to write them, or they seem pointless character in general.

Viperion is still exist but in a different way

i think its best not to explain this one until later

Superheroes (not miraculous heroes) were created by a mage.

I think is best to not explain this one either until later

Added things

Species

There’s going be more species instead of Superhumans, Kwamis, and Humans. It so that the universe can be expanded.

Dimensions

(lol portals)

Dimensions existed for bigger plot points in the story. It also another way to expand the universe some how. The only way to enter dimensions is by portals or keys.

Types of kwamis

There will be types of kwamis. Like animal kwami, mythical kwami, dark kwami, hoilday kwami and corrupted kwami.

There will also be guardian for each type.

More types of akumanzation/amokzations

As i said eariler, there be more villains with more controlling type powers.

Daroness

Daroness is faraway villain that is owned by Rodrigue. Hawk moth works there as the chairman, making missions for the villains that works for him. However, he doesn’t akumantize people in this place, he does it in his lair instead. Welp, that’s all for now. Thanks for reading :)

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nuoyipeach · 3 years ago

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Eleven; Closer

Nakamoto Yuta X Park Sooyoung

tags: @yutahoes

Throughout the rest of the trip, the friends celebrated Sooyoung's recovery, though the two still wouldn't tell their friends how it happened. They decided to keep that story for another time.

And considering she now knew the truth, Seulgi sat with her as she blocked out her "ex-boyfriend" from any sort of contact with her and her friends (though the others never exchanged numbers, but they weren't taking chances with a potential stalker).

Yuta was all smiles as he watched the woman he loved really enjoy herself for the first time in weeks, even counting the days they'd been apart. At night as they sat together listening to him sing, Sooyoung moved closer and leaned against his shoulder, eyes closed as the his sweet voice calmed her.

How she wished to hear it everyday.

When it finally came to the next evening, the group was packed up and ready to leave. The car ride back was much more enthusiastic than the ride to, as if nothing had happened to anyone amongst them at all.

Seulgi was still curious and decided to test waters. "So Yuta, what did you do to bring her back? Did you guys play a game or what?"

Sooyoung looked away shyly, while Yuta smiled. "You could say it was a word game."

Easy to say they still didn't crack.

Taeyong drove to Sooyoung's apartment first where Yuta helped her inside with her bags. They stopped in the lobby where the others wouldn't see them, and she pulled him in for a hug and quick peck to the lips.

"Thank you, for everything."

Yuta smiled and kissed her back. "I just missed you so freaking much, it drove me mad wild seeing you with that bastard. I'm just glad you're back, even if we stayed just friends I'd be happy."

That sentence stuck with Sooyoung as she unpacked and got ready for bed, and laid in bed. Basically all night. Were they more than friends now? What did that make them? Was he being genuine? She couldn't stop thinking about the future, fantasising herself waking up next to him everyday she lived, stopping the moment she pictured kids.

Too far Sooyoung, stop deluding yourself...

Though what really stopped her was the sudden fear of Junseo coming to her, when she realised he knew where she lived.

Stupid! she smacked her forehead, before pulling out her phone, suddenly seeing a message about several missed calls from the same blocked number. Like reflex she dialed one person, wanting nothing more than to have them hold her as protection.

"Yuta."

"Yea..." she heard him grunt sleepily.

"I'm so sorry, I just... I'm scared he'll come, he knows where I live, and he called..."

She didn't need to say another word as Yuta replied "Coming." and cut the call right away. She stared at the screen blankly feeling guilty, and went out and sat in the living room hugging her animal cushion.

After several minutes she heard a knock at the door, quickly getting up to check who it was. She peeked through the peep hole, relief washing over her as she saw Yuta, and quickly opened the door letting him in.

On instinct she hugged him, burying her face into his chest, and he held her as they swayed side to side. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I'm scared. I got a message he called all day..."

"Shh..." Yuta kissed her head, one hand combing to her hair whole the other remained on her waist. "I'm here, you're safe with me."

And she was, the worry of someone breaking in left Sooyoung's mind completely the longer she stayed in his arms, and every now and then felt him kiss her head. She inhaled his scent, which to her felt so familiar she was too comfortable to be standing around any longer. And she knew he was probably tired too, so pulled out with an idea.

"Will you sleep with me?" she asked, realising what it almost sounded like noticing his shocked face, and waved her hand. "I mean, not like that. Just, sleep. Together, cuddling..."

Yuta laughed before kissing her lips. "Only if you feel comfortable with it, I don't have an issue."

Sooyoung smiled and pulled him to her room and into bed. He took off his jacket, remaining in just pyjama pants and a tank top, and got in under the covers next to her. Like always his arms opened up for her to lay with him, and she complied with her head on his chest, half her body on his.

While cuddling, her previous thought came back, and she decided to speak up about it. "Yuta, what are we now?" she asked softly, looking up at him.

Yuta's eyes were closed, but he was awake as his hand under her head started playing with her hair. "Well, I hope that you're my girlfriend." he turned to her finally opening his eyes. Sooyoung smiled hearing that, pressing herself against his chest even more until she could hear his soothing heartbeat.

"I want to be with you forever." she whispered, wanting him to hear it but at the same time shy. But he heard it, and she knew with how fast his heartbeat went. He was beyond happy. He turned his body to her and held her even tighter, head resting on top of hers.

"We will." he kissed her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#kpop fanfic #nct #red velvet #fanfiction #nct 127 #nctvelvet #park sooyoung #red velvet joy #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #red velvet fanfic #nct fanfic #friendship #platonic friends #angst #romance

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Symbiote (Lucifer Morningstar) (Ch. 10)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Symbiote! GN!Reader Words:2.0K+ Warning(s): Talks of trauma, gore warning A/N: Heyo sorry for the l o n g wait, but life is life. heres the next installment of Symbiote~ Sorry if I miss anyone on the taglist, there are a lot of people asking and its hard to keep track. Chapters: Chapter 1, | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |

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There was a moment of brief, heavy silence before a soft spoken answer was received: "Sure thing."

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Lucifer watched as (Y/N) immediately melted into a deep sleep and he expected Venom followed in suit. It was a cute site, he would be lying by saying their sleeping face was not cute. The way their lips were slightly parted, the soft snores, the way you were gripping onto and holding onto the pillow...

He shook his head, taking one last look before he moved himself away from the bed. There was a strange feeling that swarmed and filled up his chest. It was a feeling he had only felt a few times before in his long past. He couldn't quite place his finger on the strange sensation but tried to shrug it off. That can be saved for his future visit with Linda.

It was an interesting twist to his life, meeting (Y/N) and Venom. He thought the only thing was Chloe making him vulnerable but it seems like his time on Earth is adding more spice to his life.

Lucifer pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick message for Mazikeen, telling her to come to the pent house in the morning. After hitting send he closed out of the app and swiped towards his camera. Him taking a picture wasn't for black mail purposes, but his impulse to have some sort of silly photo on his phone was high. Lucifer crouched down near his bed and held up his phone, taking a rather adorable selfie of him with his tongue and (Y/N) asleep.

Lucifers head snapped in the direction of his elevators and the sound of an all too familiar, angelic brothers voice.

"Luci, I need to talk to you."

"Oh no." He gulped. He was panicking internally and lightly pulled the covers over his sleeping body guard as he figured out something to tell his brother. "Stay. Here." He gritted his teeth and made his way to his brother. "What is it Amenadiel, I was in the middle of something."

"I heard you were working with the human; the strange one that we aren't entirely sure is human."

"And what about it, Amenadiel?"

"You shouldn't mess with-"

"Let me stop you there. Were you not the angel to work with a devil and to work with me?"

"Yes but-"

"Listen, I have met with them and gotten know them. They are completely harmless."

"Are you completely sure?" Amenadiel stared down Lucifer with an intense look. "Are you sure they won't harm humans."

Lucifer went to speak but had to watch himself. He knew that (Y/N) and Venom were virtually harmless to good humans, but he also knew that Venom ate humans. Granted they were criminals, so basically almost harmless.

"They won't harm bad humans." Lucifer rolled his eyes when Amenadiel gave him a look. "You allow me to do the same thing: punishing the bad." That seemed to shut his angel brother up for a moment.

"Just be careful, Lucifer. You don't fully know them or what they are capable of."

"Thats the fun of this whole experience." Lucifer devilishly smirked while Amenadiel rolled his eyes. His brother didn't say anymore and just left. The King of Hells smirk fell to a more relaxed expression before he went back to his bed to make sure that (Y/N) was still in bed. He was expecting them still there, not an empty bed.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, although he kept his voice low. He listened carefully for any sound in his penthouse. Lucifers head perked when he heard a sound coming from the bathroom; it sounds like there is water running. He stepped to the bathroom in his bedroom and leaned his head close to the door,and it definitely sounded like the shower was running.

"(Y/N) darling, are you okay?" He was hoping either Venom or (Y/N) were sober enough to what they were doing.

"Fiiiine." A long, drawn out reply came from the other side. That reply did not sound sober. "Venom is still knocked out."

"What are you doing?"

"Gonna wash me and my clothes."

"Why don't you come out before you do that and wait until tomorrow."

"No!" After that shout he heard a thump on the floor. "Ow I fell..."

"I'm coming in, (Y/N)." He didn't waste time to open the unlocked door, but hoped that they weren't fully unclothed. Usually Lucifer wouldn't mind but in these circumstances he would like to respect his employee. He saw them sprawled on the floor with what looks like a cut on their forehead.

"Hnng..." They moaned out as Lucifer rushed to them.

"Your forehead..." There was a lot of blood, although he knew the alcohol had a part in that.

"Don't worry, Venom can heal it in the morning." Lucifer watched as they pushed themselves off the ground. "I gotta- I gotta lay down."

"Just lean on me, I will walk you to the bed." He wrapped an around their waist and slowly moved them out from the bathroom and onto the bed. "I will get a towel to clean all the blood on your face alright?" He helped them sit on the edge of the bed before darting back to the bathroom for a hand towel.

"I'm not usually like this." (Y/N) said quietly, their words still slurred but they sounded much more sober than earlier. "Don't ever give us alcohol like that again."

Lucifer didn't respond, he had no idea what to say. He began dabbing the cloth on their face, trying his hardest to be gentle while wiping away the blood on their cute face. Lucifer blinked... Cute? He mentally shook away that thought and continued to swipe away the blood.

"I'm sorry." They muttered. "We don't mean to be trouble."

"No trouble at all, especially compared to me." Lucifer chuckled. "Now before you go back to bed, are you sure your cut is fine? It looks pretty bad."

"Yea, like I said: Venom can fix that. He can fix a lot, he is currently fixing me right now." The drunk (Y/N) slightly giggled.

"What does that mean?" Lucifer felt a little bad for prying, but this was a prime opportunity to learn more about the host and the alien.

"I'm a perfect match, but on scans my body basically looks like it is actively dying, like complete organ failure. Venom is preventing that from happening." They sighed and looked downwards towards their chest. "He heals physical wounds too."

Lucifer was about to interrupt them when he saw their hand tug at the collar of their shirt,but when he saw just a small portion of a jagged, dark scar he almost froze. He has seen many horrid things that do not affect him, but this affected him in a sympathetic way. He had barely met the two but he knew (Y/N) and Venom were decent people compared to a lot of humans on Earth.

"If he can heal a gaping hole through my body..." They yawned, and continued. "He can heal a cut. Anyways, I sleep now." They laid their head on the pillow and almost instantly they fell asleep.

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Your head was pounding when you were awoken by sunlight. You were sure this was a hangover and definitely sure you were feeling Venoms too. You didn't have to look around to know you weren't in your apartment, the feel of the silk sheets against your skin was a dead give away. Letting your eyes investigate your surroundings you could conclude this was Lucifers pent house. You couldn't piece much together after you fell asleep (the first time that is) but there were strange memories that were popping up; like going to the bathroom and Lucifer helping you a second time to bed.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and took a moment before standing up. You took steps to the bathroom, which gave you a sense of a deja vu, to freshen up a bit. When you got to the bathroom your (e/c) eyes widened at the site in the mirror. There was a nice sized gash on your head, starting from yohr hairline to barely above your brow.

"Venom buddy, are you awake?" You spoke, although your voice definitely sounded raspy from just waking up. "I need you to heal this." No response, the alien still must be asleep. As irritating as it was because you needed him, a small break from constant chatter was nice.

You sighed, and spent time with the rest of your appearance. You definitely had bedhead hair but it wasn't too much of a struggle to neaten out. You splashed some cool water on your face and took advantage of the bottle of mouth wash that was on the counter. With a stretch you left the washroom and bedroom, hoping to find Lucifer.

Right as you entered the main room the elevator doors slid open and there was the Devil you were looking for.

"Ah good your awake." He grinned and set down a bag and coffee. Here is breakfast for you. We have another case so eat fast."

"O-okay." You yawned while talking, opening the bag and taking out the bagel he got.

"I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee, or if you liked coffee, and bagel."

"Don't worry about it, I just hope the food helps with the hangover." You begin to chow down fast, hoping the food would stir Venom. "Venom is still asleep so he hasn't healed the cut. Which I want to ask if you know how I got it."

"Oh right. You went to take a shower with your clothes on and you fell and hit your head on the counter."

"Ah... Well I hope you forgive my behavior."

"Trust me, I have seen you humans act way worse while not under the influence."

"Nibble... No more alcohol..." Venoms voice finally was heard.

"Good morning Venom. Can you heal up my forehead please?" You heard grumble from him but you could feel him start to pull your forehead wound close. You could feel his goopy self start to enclose the wound before sinking back into you.

"Less subtle than I was expecting." Lucifers face looked almost impressed. You quickly finished your bagel and grabbed the coffee.

"I can drink this on the way. Do you know anything about the case your joining?"

"Only that it pertains to our killer." Lucifer made his way back to his elevator and you quickly join him.

"The Stalker case? This is a quick escalation from the last scene."

"Well according to what Chloe briefly told me, the crime scene confirms its Gene. And that we got the reports back from his prison he was released on parole but he killed his officer."

"Well shit."

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You and Lucifer arrived at the crime scene in around 10 minutes after leaving his place. Thankfully Lucifer lent you his sunglasses to help with the headache. Venom thought they looked cool too which was a plus. Officers eyed you as you stuck close to Lucifers side; they eyed you more than they did last time. You rolled your eyes and continued following Lucifer into the toy store.

"Detective!" Lucifer greeted loudly as he approached his partner. You slid the sunglasses onto the top of your head since the room was fairly dim.

"Another dead body..." Venom growled.

"Lucifer, (Y/N)." She greeted Lucifer with a look of annoyance but gave you a small smile. Although you can tell she seemed to be hiding something... Call it a journalistic hunch. "I need you both to see this. Now." She brought you both to around the counter where the store clerk would usually be, but there you saw a dead man.

The words 'stay away' were carved into his arms and you noticed the same two words were written next to his body.

"I take it our killer finger painted more in a different room?" Lucifer asked humorously.

"Yes he did in the store room." Detective Decker glared at him. "But he broke his pattern; he left these." She handed you two evidence bags, both with paper in them. One was a piece of college ruled paper with what seems to be an address.

The next was a picture of you outside the last crime scene with Lucifer laughing.

"Looks like he knows your investigating him again, (Y/N)."

"Well... Shit."

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sleepmybeauty · 4 years ago

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perfect match MC headcanon

so they are consistently, annoyingly vague about what the Perfect Match MC does for a living (my MC is Mallory, so that's what I'm going to call her for the rest of this). Like...never once do they even HINT at her job.

so like

in my head she's part of the mob

stay with me now

Mallory has lived in NYC her whole life; her parents had an apartment in a small, close-knit neighborhood and Mallory started to work at the deli down the street when she was 14. she worked there all through high school and when it came time for graduation, she decided instead of starting college right away, she would take a year off, keep working at the deli but now full time, save some money and see what the options for college looked like after that year.

the thing is, the deli is run by the mob.

now, Mal doesn't know that. it's her neighborhood deli, it's family-owned, her parents know the owners, everyone knows everyone and that's just how it's always been.

but when she starts to work there full time after high school, she eventually moves out of her parent's place and moves into the apartment above the deli. she starts doing favors for the owners; real small favors ya know, nothing to take too much notice of. one thing leads to another (I'm a basic little white girl, not part of the mob; I don't know exactly what happens; I just know that in this story, Mallory doesn't even realize she's gotten in too deep until it's too late) and all of a sudden she owes these people big time

a situation is fabricated to look like an organic event but it's gotta be something that would make her feel like she was in their debt. something that would make her feel like she owed them and something that they could DEFINITELY take advantage of.

it's been a year or so now. college is definitely off the table. she is a part of the organization now, even if it's just barely (in chapter six of book two, when Mallory is getting burritos with Khaan, he asks her something about her life in NYC or how she got started in her job and I chose the option of her not going to college. that is literally where this whole headcanon comes from. she says something about all the 'odd jobs' that she takes on right out of high school and I immediately jumped to the mob. what even is my brain). her debt is 5 years. if we want to be real dark, they employ her at their legit escort service, and her debt is paid off with the not-so-legit extras.

if we want to be less dark, she just continues on as a glorified errand girl and now all the favors she does are decidedly not legal but she is finally perfectly aware of it.

she has a year left when she and Nadia meet Damien.

with her "job" (whatever it ends up being) being with such a flexible organization, her hours are just as flexible and so Mallory is able to be much more involved with Nadia's art debut and subsequent success in the art world in general. so Mallory is hanging around the gallery when Nadia gets the first "explicit drawing" from her superfan/stalker; Mallory and Nadia are very close and so Mallory has a front-row seat to the whole drama. she knows she could ask her employers to look into the guy; she knows they could do something about the situation but she also knows that she doesn't want them or any bit of that part of her life to touch Nadia.

so she finds Damien in the white pages or online or however but she makes sure that he has no connection to the organization at all.

Mallory is sitting at the welcome desk in the gallery when Damien comes in to meet Nadia. in my playthroughs, Mallory has feelings for Damien from that first meeting, the same as Damien does for her. he is right when he says it was the wrong time for them; he was still too broken over Beitan and she knows very well that her life is not yet her own.

Damien takes care of the creepy superfan. he asks Mallory out for drinks or dinner and thus starts the epic four-year-long pining fest that we now know is very much canon.

in my Perfect Match 'verse, Mallory is...weeks, days away from her debt being paid. something goes down. she vouched for somebody that ended up being completely untrustworthy and so her one day/one week turns back into five years and the moment when both she and Damien were single and stable and could feel the attraction building to a breaking point...slips away.

she doesn't go back to exactly what she was doing for the organization the first time around. she's built up a reputation and she has people that trust her. she messed up with the guy that betrayed her/them but that doesn't necessarily reflect on her overall relationship with the organization in general. she is back in debt but her life is a little more her own this time around.

so when Nadia tells her all about Eros and how wonderful Steve is, she lets herself be talked into giving it a try.

she goes to the office and answers every one of their questions with Damien in mind. she has been just as in love with him as he is with her for four long years. neither wants to approach the other and risk ruining the friendship that they have come to rely on so heavily.

so she gets Hayden with the Best Friend personality and the fabulous massage skills (you know Damien has some MOVES) and the impressive language skills (Damien's Hispanic heritage) and she says okay

she will make this work. she has not given up on Damien but she has stopped waiting for him to make a move or for her to get up the courage to do it herself. the friendship that she and Nadia have with him can be enough now that Mallory has Hayden.

and so then we have Perfect Match books 1&2 and all the hidden feelings come out and she drops Hayden like a hot potato (Hayden is one of her best friends and she has been honored to be his confidant and part of his support system in his entry into society knowing what he actually is). she and Damien grow as people individually and as a unit and their love story in these books is one of the most beautiful that Pixelberry has ever given us. Perfect Match should not have ended up being one of my favorite series but it DEFINITELY IS and that is because of Damien Elvis Nazario.

so after. Damien and Mallory get their happily-ever-after. she has a key to his place (he's always had a key to hers), they spend every night together and he makes her breakfast every morning.

but Mallory disappeared for...months? they were in Paris for at least a month and each new country they traveled to would have been another week or so in travel and prep time for each mission

but she just disappeared, with no word to the organization. no contact for generously, six months, realistically, more like three.

and that is not okay. and Mallory Park is not so close with the family that they can just let her get away with that without any consequences.

now, I have no explanation for how Damien never found out what it is Mallory does and does not do for a living. he's a former cop, a good PI, and he's pretty involved in her life; but she's been telling both Damien and Nadia that she's an underling at an interior design firm for years and she's always been very good at maintaining that cover.

until about a month after they get home from DC and the organization catches up to her and she comes home one night with bruises on her face and a laceration on her abdomen. that's not something she can hide from Damien or cover-up to Nadia.

and that is a fic that I want to write because I didn't get nearly enough one-on-one time with Damien in the books and hurt/comfort is my eternal weakness and I just

I need protective!Damien and worried!Damien and angry!Damien and I need to see how they deal with this situation without six other people's input because THIS IS NOT A SIX WAY RELATIONSHIP (I did not play it as a polyamory romance. I NEED more Damien x Mallory and I need it now).

so. yea. I can write out this entire backstory about Mallory Park and her very sketchy past but I can PROMISE YOU that I will never write this Damien x Mallory fic because I. am. trash.

#perfect match #choices #damien nazario #nadia park #mallory park #damien x mc #mc x damien

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ikonislife · 6 years ago

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Shame 04.

-Junhoe x Reader

-Angst, Smut, CEO!Junhoe

-Warning: Mature content.

-Somewhere in between his haughty smirk and sultry whispers, you let yourself lost in a path of no return with the man who doesn’t love anyone.

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A heavy breath mingled with the thickening air of the stuffy office, uneasiness not even the exorbitantly priced whiskey his father had given could ease shrouded his body. As he thought of you and thought of your smile, Junhoe drowned further in the worst kind of regret, the kind that couldn’t be fix, the kind that brought on nothing but hopelessness. He knew there was nothing he could do if you were in fact just as innocent as you were that night… Well, as innocent as two people fucking each other’s brains out could be. He loved your sinful wholesomeness. Such a beautiful mess of contradiction yet you were just so perfect for him. As raw as the intimacy you both shared, there was something so basic, so simple in the happiness glowing so alluringly behind your fucked-out eyes the moment you realized he did in fact wanting, needing to see you again in much less sweat and nakedness. Your eyes seemingly grew three times its size and the smile that blossomed on your lips, it was nothing short of pure bliss, as if he had just resolved all the tangles of your heart. As the memory of that night streamed endlessly in his mind, the anger too risen once more in his heart but this time, this time it stemmed from just how idiotic his action had been. How he had ripped himself away from happiness before even giving it a chance, giving you the benefit of the doubt.

The longer Junhoe remained in this cursed seat, the more his body ached with the weight of your tear and the cuts of your disdainful glares. He got up, shoving the content so neatly arranged atop his desk to their demise in one fell swoop of his hands. He huffed then he puffed but that bitterness in his soul wasn’t going anywhere. It was here to stay, here to remind him of every fuck up things the women of the past had done unto his soul and everything he had just done to you. His beautifully sinful angel, he hurt you even before he got a chance to cherish you. So, with one last glance at the mess he had just made, Junhoe stormed out of his office leaving the crime scene behind hoping a long walk about would sooth his heart, even if it was only temporary… Perhaps just stealing a glance at you would help. The soft humming of the elevator seemingly put Junhoe in a much better mood, or perhaps it was the lingering emotion laid behind the memory he still had of this place, of how obedience you were. Or perhaps deep down his heart knew, that the second this elevator ding loudly to remind him of the destination, Junhoe will once more be able to look at the face he had become fond of even if the owner of that face no longer viewed him the same way. Whispers and soft giggles littered the path he taken, employees flocking to catch a rare glimpse of the man scarcely appear even though his last name boldly embossed on every aspect of the building, down to the toilet paper. Junhoe wondered if there was a time when you’d do the same, abandoning a few minutes of your lunch just to crowd the hallway with your friends, catching a glimpse of him passing by. The thought of you shyly smiling as he walks pass put a smile on his lips that only seemed to fuel the murmur in the air further. Yet he paid no mind, much to occupy with the thought of your whereabout to really taking in what the words being whispered was truly about. He rounded the corner, stealing a quick glance at your office only to find it painfully empty, an omen of the near future if he fail to solve this knot in his heart. Right, it was lunch time. Junhoe mentally cursing himself for being so forgetful. In a way, he wasn’t really to blame for the past few weeks of lunch had been spent with you. And even though not much was said aside from work, he still got his time with you, watching as you unpack the cutest little lunch box filled with amazing homemade goods, he was too fearful of crossing the lines, too shy to ask for a taste. Now as he made his way toward the busy cafeteria, even more regret filled his heart at the thought of never being able to taste your homemade food even just once. The door swinging wildly as he entered the buzzing food hall, lines of employees far too busy, far too focus on food to realize their boss was lurking about just feet away. Junhoe scanned the room, searching for those familiar locks of hair and beautiful smile. A thankful smile broke over his entire being, a light shone down on his soul as he caught your features, light and happy of the days before this entire mess happened. You were giggling away at something the head of HR had said, hand swatting gently her chopsticks prodding at your lunch box. Suddenly there was a scowl being worn on his lips and a tinge of jealousy steeling in his chest. He thought about making his present known, yet as the soft utterance of his name, so fleeting in the clutter of noise during the height of lunch yet reaching his ears miraculously, Junhoe halted his steps. He made his way behind a corner and listened, as ridiculous and wrong as it was, he needed to know what his employee thought of him. “That party was amazing, wasn’t it? I don’t think I’ve properly seen Mr. Koo before. I was stunned.” Must be just an office worker, a girl he didn’t recognized spoke up enthusiastically, completely missing the strained smile on your lips at the reminder of that night. “Hm, it’s your first, right?” You replied so quietly, hammering guilt into his heart in the way you stopped mid bite, no doubt all appetite lost just from the distant mention of him. The girl nodded furiously, recounting just how wonderful the food was and how much better it was compared to the last company. Once more his name was mentioned but it was more of the same praising, strict but fair, not the typical stingy old man CEO, handsome, and of course, fuckable. Each time his name was mentioned, it pained Junhoe to see you near flinch at each syllable passing through. By the time you had coughed less than inconspicuously just to cut into one of the girl’s rant of just how amazing the CEO was, Junhoe could bear no longer watching the way your eyes dimmed out to something so dismal. That was never something he wanted to see in you. So to save himself, Junhoe turned on his heels, walking away because he got his wish of seeing you even if it was behind a corner, hidden and stalker-ish. Just as his foot stepped away, a sentence that…Perhaps resonated so perfectly the fear he had in his heart. “Did you hear the boss got another notch in his belt?” The sentence echoed through the large room as the rest of the chatter melted away into oblivion. It was whispered so carefully, shared between the 6 girls huddling over lunch, seemingly isolated from the rest of the world but to Junhoe, it was perfectly loud and clear. It was loud and clear because he knew that was how you heard that dreadful sentence. Panic engulfed his body as he rushed to watch your face grimly darken. Your entire body frozen as did his, every minute expression on your features mirrored so perfectly the one washing over his fearful one. His heart drumming in his ears as he patiently awaited the next sentence, awaited your reaction. “No way. How would you know.” Another girl he vaguely recognized spoke up, determination in her words as if knowing for sure he hadn’t done the deed. “I heard Ashley from design saw him last night. Waiting in the gold elevator, just leaning against the railing as if he was waiting for someone.” Your face ghost white the moment that little bit of information was given, a tremble settled in your fingers as the girl continued her telling of that night. “That doesn’t mean anything though…” Irene shooed away the thought with a wave of her hand, vaguely knowing exactly what had happened. “It’s not like she saw him with someone.” “No but he had that look, you know. And a very evident bulge in his pants… Pretty, ahem…” She lowered her voice to a bare minimum, hushing the important details. “Pretty pretty, pretty above average if you catch my drift.” She added with a bit of giggle to her voice, to which the rest cheered in excitement, aside from you and Irene. If he could, Junhoe would punch himself this very second for being so careless, for putting you in such risky position just because he was too horny to think straight. “Oh, now that you said that…” The girl sitting across your way chimed in. “I heard that just before he made the speech, someone from marketing saw Mr. Koo fixing himself near the elevator. If that isn’t evident, I don’t know what is.” “Uh, how about actually seeing him with someone? This is nothing but conjecture. If you have picture evident then come back and talk to me.” Irene unknowingly raising a fist defensively, voice gravely and threatening. Even with the revelation of his mistake playing out right before his eyes, Junhoe managed to somehow made a mental note not to cross Irene, ever, especially since she knew how much of a coward he was. “Wow, someone is super touchy. You got anything to confess to us, Irene?” “Nah, Irene isn’t enough of a slut to do that shit. I mean she is, but she got a good head on her shoulders so… Who is it?” A second girl added in with a teasing smirk on her lips. “What do you mean?” Irene responded indignantly, eyes glancing inconspicuously toward your silent self, shrinking so small that Junhoe wanted to do nothing more than wrap you up inside his embrace. “Like she said, you’re not the kind of slutty that would suck the boss’s dick for a raise. But since you’re being all touchy, that mean you know who it is. Spill, who is it?” “Yea, spill some tea. Let us have some of the fun too!” “There was no one. How are you all so sure that there was? For all we know, he could’ve gone to his fucking private bathroom in his fucking private office and fucking rubbed one off!” There was an underlaying contempt in each word your best friend uttered, Junhoe felt a chill tearing his spine apart as if faced with a mama bear protecting her cub. “Oh, come on. We all know Junhoe is a saint compare to his father and grandfather. But do you really believe that with the reputation senior and senior-senior had, that he wouldn’t dabble?” “And you know all these bitches will kill to have a chance with him. He’s hot, and talented. Who wouldn’t? I would!” Their laughter like knives throwing at his heart, and each wince shuddering through your body like salt rubbing on the wounds. “We all like to be high and mighty but come on, give yourself up a little bit to a super hot guy for a raise?” A teasing wink left a stain on his heart that you had to sit through this without being to defend yourself, knowing that he had given you nothing to defend yourself with. “I won’t lie, honestly, who need love when there’s great sex and money.” Junhoe was truly horrified at the words spewing through the lunchroom. He knew there was gossip, and part of him expected for there to be some rather unsavory things to be said about his love life but this… There was an anger rising in his chest and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him wanting to fire everyone who dare say anything about the topic he was so sensitive about. Yet he knew well within his heart that it wasn’t their fault but simply history predicting the future. His father, as faithful as he was to his mother, wasn’t able to defend himself, unable to stay out of the murkiness of the ocean of rumors tied to their last name. You had been staying so silent, biting back the tear brimming your redden eyes and it pulverized his inside. He could barely kept himself still watching your fingers gripping harshly at the fork pulverizing the food in your box, knuckles going white. Yet with the last statement leaving your coworker’s lips, your heart couldn’t contain the disgust any longer because you truly felt for him. It wasn’t just sex and it wasn’t just because he was Mr. Koo. One hand over your mouth, you uttered a quick “excuse me” before tearing away from the seat, quoting needing the restroom. Irene thrown in a quick cover of late-night drinking and long hours of meeting to fool their simpleton minds, aiding your getaway. Junhoe was far too lost in his own world of pity to realize that you were heading straight his way, running right to the corner he had been hiding for so long. The second he came to, you were face to face with him, tears already streaming down your cheeks and the most painful expression wrecking your beautiful features. “Y/n…” He whispered gently, hand reaching out to pull you into his chest yet much to his dismay, you shoved him out of the way continuing your hasten steps. He chased after you, calling your name over and over like a beautiful song yet you couldn’t hear any of it. Your steps continued toward the empty restroom in the far part of the company hardly anyone frequent, wanting nothing more but for Junhoe to go away. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to see him, or to hear him calling for you but rather, seeing you like this… If you didn’t want to see yourself in the mirror, why would he? Little did you know, he needed to see you, desperately needing to make it right… His last chance to fix this.

“Y/n.” There used to be a time when you long for his calling, wanting nothing more than to be at the center of his attention, anxious to hear his sweet voice rings out your name… This moment, this wasn’t one of those time. For the past week, everywhere you turned, every moment your gaze crossed path with another, there he was with that disapproving scowl on his lips and laser sharp stare as if nothing you do will ever be right again in his eyes. You tried so hard to hide, did the best you could to avoid confrontation yet the worst moment of your adult life by far, there he was to witness it all and as if that wasn’t bad enough… Did you really think you’d get a moment alone when you were still very much under his roof, well within his reach. Hand clasped tight over your quivering lips, you choked back a sob that you knew will be much too loud if you let it escape, backing further away from the thin piece of wood that separated you from the rest of the world even if the falling footsteps only grew louder with each ragged breath you take. “Y/n… I know you’re here. If you’re worry about those gossipy girls, I made sure my assistant blocked the path leading here. We’re alone, Y/n… Please, talk to me.” Junhoe beelined for the furthest stall, his feet halting to a stop in front of the only one with its door tightly shut. Even if the dead silent meant he was the last person on Earth you wanted to see, he couldn’t leave you, not like this. He had made the mistake of walking away from you too many goddamn times before and if he were to do it now, Junhoe was certain in his heart that he’ll lose you forever. A hand gently rasping at the wooden surface that if he really wanted to, Junhoe could easily kick down but now is not the time for him to be selfish even if all he desired was just to see your face, right now he needed more than ever for you to trust him. “I know I haven’t been the kindest to you these past few days but you have to understand, I am not the man they’re making me out to be. All the rumors, it’s all a big lie, a big misunderstanding so just one chance is all I’m asking. Allow me to explain myself.” Something in the way he begged, the desperation in his voice that reminded you so much of that fateful night, the moments that followed the last screams of each other names. In the moments where he held you in his arms, bodies sticky with sweat and sweet remnant of the love fucking that had gone on for who knew how long, his finger gently danced their way along the curve of your spine, inciting the most delightful sensation along its path. His voice much different from that the one demanded so much out of you all night long, there was not an ounce of sternness nor was there harshness. It was sweet and kind like the refreshing breeze of spring against your ears, the softest hint of affection behind his words as he whispered against your bruised lips, eyes lovingly studying your blown out ones - “Please let me see you again, and i don’t mean sex this time. I want to do this the proper way if you’d let me.” You nodded furiously, nodded until you couldn’t anymore because he had once again captured your lips in his for another fervid kiss, smiling in between each kiss and ragged breaths. A smile had beginning to bloom, ready to leave its bud but like poison, his cruel words stained it into a frown. “I’m sorry for being disrespectful, sir, but you’ve done far more to proven their words true than to convince me otherwise. So, I beg of you, tell me why I should believe anything coming out of your mouth. And I am so certain that nothing you could say nor do will offer any bit of comfort or ever take away the humiliation I felt, what a degraded piece of trash you made me out to be, and just how much it hurt. You used me and thrown me aside like garbage and so what if they don’t know it was me. The big boss’s quid pro quo, the ignominy is there for everyone to see.” There it was, “sir”, the term of honor he had heard from your lips billion of times before but this time, it cuts deep. Would you think him strange if he said in the mere hours you granted him the pleasure of calling you his that he had gotten accustomed to your calling of his first name. It’s just as simple as you uttering his first name yet it’s so endearing, so much more satisfy than any pet names you could’ve given him in the moment. To hear that term of respect he was once so prideful to have earned in your voice, it stung. “I don’t expect you to believe me, I know I don’t deserve that, but I hope you find it in your heart to see the truth in my voice. Words cannot express how devastated I was hearing those words being spoken about you because, sweetheart, you’re worth the world in my eyes. You’re so much more to me than just a quick fuck or whatever it is they say. You’re no less of the talented woman that had led so many successful projects, my star supervisor, and one hell of a strong woman that I could never be compare to. Nothing will ever change that, and you have got to believe it Y/n, but I surmise my opinions don’t worth much now after all the bullshit I’ve said to you. If the company lose you as its member… If I lose you, I can say with confident neither will be the same ever again. Just one last time I beg of you, trust me.” At this point Junhoe didn’t know if his stubborn trait of a businessman was a blessing or a curse as he placed a risky bet on those affectionate terms he hoped by the day end, he could once again whispered against your lips. He bet and he won because lost within the sniffles and kitten like mewl of yours, the shuffle of your feet inching closer to the door and he don’t doubt for a second you’re edging on the border of letting him in. The future of his heart riding on the moments to come and the words had yet to form. “How, Jun- Sir, tell me. You want me to trust you yet there’s nothing to say when tomorrow come, you won’t shun me like you had. What is there to guarantee that you won’t turned into that contemptuous king that thinks everyone else is bellow him, that I’m below him. Who to say by tomorrow’s morn I won’t just be another notch in your belt, just another disgraceful face in the crowd. Because if history is going to repeat then please, let me leave with the last bit of my dignity because I’ve lost everything else to you.” Junhoe thought he’d lose all the resolve he has the moment his name crept onto your lips even if you had abandoned it midway. He’s close, so so close that he could almost taste you on his lips and it was now or never. “I know to you there’s nothing to guarantee that I won’t turn my back on you again but baby, I’ve made that mistake too many times now. If I lose you again, I’d be the biggest fool in this world so please, 5 minutes is all I’m asking for. If you hear all I have to say only to find yourself in more pain, I will have someone drive you home. You can have the rest of the week off, full paid. And if it is your wish to never see me again, I will see to it that you’ll have a better job than what I could provide for you.” The bitterness of regret at the tip of his tongue and Junhoe wished as he thought about the should’ve and would’ve. He should’ve asked you to clear up the reservation in his heart, asked you to be his because then maybe right now you’d be in his office giggling away while stealing food from his lunch box, maybe even planning your next date. He should’ve pulled you into his arms the moment he saw how hard you were fighting to hide your shivering shoulders, to be strong even if you knew he could very well see your broken features in the spotless reflection of the elevator. His hand laid flat on the cold surface wishing it was holding yours, his head hangs low under the weight of a defeated man, a man that was fighting a losing war. He knew you were crying the moment he shadowed your footstep to this cold empty restroom. Yet there was something about hearing the half choked sobs and the way your voice wavered, it crushed whatever unbroken bit of his heart Junhoe had got left. Why couldn’t he just ask you like a normal person, why did he had to resort to his power and pushed you aside like he does with everything else in his life. Instead here he stood in the cold emptiness of the women bathroom, head resting on the cold lifeless piece of wood hiding you away from him. What he would give to take it all back, those harsh words, chiding tone, he never meant for it to be offensive nor did he meant to degrade you but alas his surmise of being the fault in all his failed relationships had once again bit him in the ass. With you, with you he hoped to do it all different but the second you dropped to your knee in that elevator, he was once again going down the same beaten path and it was too late to stop it. You deserve so much more than just him and his lonely heart. Hell, he couldn’t even do the whole dating things right and even if it seemed like you didn’t care about it, he would’ve like to for once taking a nice girl out on a proper date before ripping her panties off in the car. Speaking of which, would you laugh at him if he confesses right now, he had kept your lace panties right on his night stand like the creep he is. “If you put a gun to my head this second, I don’t know still, if I could bring myself to admit that I love you… But I do know that my heart is already in your hand, even if it’s barely a heart anymore by all means of the world. But just knowing that I won’t ever have a chance to say those three little words in the future, it’s devastating and what left of my heart pulverized thinking about it. I deserve every bit of derision and jeer you got to thrown in my face, all the pain, and I’d let you beat me black and blue if you want to. I’ll accept your contempt, I don’t deserve happiness and I know that more than anyone else.” His voice ragged, barely there and painful. “I’m begging you, please have mercy on this idiot, barely a man the way I acted, the way I treated you. Y/n please, don’t leave me. I will give you all the space in the world, I will give you time off and I will stay far away… Anything. Just promise me, don’t make your decision now when you’re still so crossed with me. That’s all I could hope for, that you’ll give me one last chance to see you before you leave…” The words of a broken man, his pain echoed through the silent space and your heart bled for him. The pain behind each breath he took, you could feel the scars so evidently in his heart left from past relationships, the ones that had left him fearful of the future. In a way, you pity him, pity that with all the money in the world and all the things he could get with that money, he needed you. You were nothing but a faceless, nameless person lucky enough to cross path with him yet he needed you. How sad that truly is and your heart reached up its hand to unlatch the lock on the wooden door separating his side of reality from yours as they finally matched up with heartfelt truth being spoken. Your eyes peeking out at the sorrowful man kneeling on the floor, eyes dejected staring as if his soul had been stolen by the grim reaper. There was nothing left behind those beautiful eyes, cold and dark, no longer did it glowed with the brilliant universe you had grew fond of. The disdain and hatred you had built up wallowing in self-pity for the past weeks dissipated as your hand reached for his, petting warmth back into the man frozen over with hurt. His eyes lit up with hope though still too fearful to move, too scare to reciprocate the soft touches. He choked back a sob, tears still streaming endlessly down those beautiful features, lingering on sharp edges of his jawlines as he watched your hand dancing along the length of his arm, coloring life back to every bit of skin you touched. “Junhoe…” The second his name so delicately left your lips, he broke down with the full force of a heartbroken man. “Sweetheart” He wailed, falling into your arms, barely fitting but he really couldn’t care. You both sat there on the floor for what felt like eternity before the noise of a crowd just finished with their lunch reeling your blissed-out mind back to reality. Panic once more breaking over his handsome face, knowing that he had run out of time. He stared at you desperately, silently begging you not to leave for all the words he wanted to say still safely tucked away in the depth of his heart. Without his brain even commanding them to, his hands gripping at the sleeves of your blouse, not quite confident enough to hold yours. “I- There’s so much I need to tell you…” “Shh, you’re fine.” You cooed gently, soothing the flustered man back to serenity with soft passing of your thumbs over his cheeks. “We’ll talk.” You said simply yet his body still rattled with fear as you pulled him back onto his feet. Hands patting away, smoothing over the small crinkles in the crisp bespoke suit so perfectly tailored to his body. “No, Y/n… You don’t understand. I-, I don’t- Fuck!” Frustration taut on his forehead, brows furrowed. Stammering incoherently, Junhoe did his best to explain, to get you to stay. He meant it when he said that he’ll give you space but now that your touch once more becoming so familiar, he found it harder and harder to let go. “I know a long talk is overdue for you and me, but this is hardly the place to do it. You said you want to do this properly, I think you can do better than pouring your heart out in the restroom, at work of all places.” Part of you really just want to forget about all the pain and all the tear, letting the lingering warmth of a broken promise carrying you both into the future. Was it so wrong to crave a relationship you never had? As you stood there, searing every bit of his skin with your gaze, all you could think of was how fucking kissable Junhoe was, and if this very second you were to push him against the wall and let your heart loose to do its deed, you doubted he would even care and just let you have your way. Yet there was no denying how real the hurt felt, and it was mere minutes ago that shame of being thrown out like trash, of being called a slut, and of being just another notch in his belt, all those emotions were still so fresh. Perhaps you were making the biggest mistake of your life, giving into a man you barely knew, but the little girl inside of you, the little girl that dreamt of a happy ending with the handsome prince and peace for all the universes, she was screaming at you to give him another chance… So, with all the hesitation of a shameful one night stand and all the love of an innocent girl needing true love, you let your heart ran wild. You kissed him. It wasn’t a horny kiss and it wasn’t a needy one either. It was sweet and chaste, a delicate kiss against his quivering lips to calm his erratic heart, a kiss of promise. “Y/n…” There was no describing the insane tsunami of emotions crashing upon his heart as he felt your lips ghosting over his, hands gripping at his side pulling him so much closer. He uttered your name once then twice, unable to process the event chaotically unfurling before his eyes. “I’ll wait for you, tonight, after hours. I want to do right by you even though there’s nothing left, even though I’ve already done everything wrong.” You nodded, fingers gently brushing through his dishevel hair, smoothing over the stray pieces with one last lingering kiss to send off a man with nothing left to lose, holding onto the last thread of hope. You heard him whispered something to his bodyguard before Junhoe hasten back your way, a hand outreaching for yours. “Seems like everyone is gone. Go first.” He whispered gently with a soft kiss to your forehead, sending you off but not before letting his thumbs caressing delicately the few tears still lingering on your redden cheeks. “And about tonight… Should I come get you?” “I’ll wait for your call.” Your words lit up his heart, blanketing his soul into a comforting bundle of joy. He watched you walked away but this time, a smile lingered on his lips, blooming brighter than flowers of spring when you slyly snuck a glance only to broke out in laughter when you realized he had been staring this entire time. He knew full well that the elation carrying his heart amongst cloud nine this very moment was only temporary for hell awaited him in just as few hours. He needed this, needed to pretend for a second that all this was permanent and at the end of the night, you’d be waiting for him, counting down every second for that first date he had promised.

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foxstens · 2 years ago

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i think im playing revelations wrong

so it seems the exclamation mark i kept avoiding was actually just an introduction to recruiting potential assassins and doesn’t start sequence 3 like i thought... i just avoided it as long as possible and did everything else i could. explored every corner i had access to got almost all the treasure chests on my map and lit up all the templar towers... they were so easy what the heck. i guess it’s bc the borgia towers gave me ample training and i developed a foolproof strat for these. but i still feel like there’s fewer guards around or the captains are in really easy spots or smth. they’re just a lot easier than the borgia towers which is a bit sad. still cool tho

so i went through all that the entire time wondering when i’d get recuits lmao. getting recruits is a bit more creative this time like there’s ones that are exactly like in brotherhood where you just kill some guards but here the citizen can die (idk if that was possible in brotherhood) and some are actual very short side-quests which is really fun. also none of the towers are locked so you can just destroy all of them then save like 12 citizens and you’re set. now instead of pigeon coops we have crafting tables that basically serve the same function but you can also make bombs with htem?? somehow?? they don’t really show up on the map tho so that sucks.

also the hideout in this game is a lil bit... annoying... there’s always other assassins around who react to you walking past which i like but it’s so confusing i always get lost there and i just can’t find shit lol. don’t like the structure or the music of the place eh

speaking of bombs you can find all sorts of ingredients in treasure chests and you can craft bombs with them provided you’re introduced to the bomb somehow. there’s also a black market guy who can sell you bombs provided you find him when he shows up on the map. and yea it’s kinda cool like different bombs do different things and they’re good for distracting guards for example so you can get a treasure chest or smth. buuuuuut you can also only have 3? types of bombs at once and only four pieces of one bomb. which. makes me not want to use them and instead rely on the crossbow which works great most of the time and now i can have 25!!!! bolts

eh idk i don’t think the crafting part is really well explained at least so far. also this game’s collectible is the animus data fragments or whatever, there’s like 100 of them. i havent been vibing wiht hte modern storyline in this game and i honestly have no idea what the fragments do so i dont really feel like hunting them down... i’ll still try to get one if i happen to see it but yea.

there’s also this horrible slomo effect when you do a chain kill? or something? idk it only shows up on the last guy you kill i think and it’s so annoying pls why. like some thigns are a bit slower bc ezio is older and stuff but that just breaks the gameplay pace and i hate.

i do love ezio tho like i haven’t /seen/ much of him bc ive barely seen anything of the plot but every time he speaks he sounds so much calmer and more mature, and the things he says are so???smart??? and the game fits that vibe, it’s all so very chill, even the guards are less likely to attack you for no reason. well there’s guards on roofs with shotguns which i hate with a burning passion but i don’t actually spend a lot of time on the roofs so it’s fine.

also the templar awareness system in this game isn’t that bad. igniting a tower doesn’t actually increase it and you can just bribe a herald then turn a corner then come back and bribe him again if needed. there’s also these templar stalkers that kinda show up out of nowhere and you could hunt them down if you wanted to but if they attack you you can just hit x and they’ll die, and it decreases your awareness significantly soooooooooooo i kinda like them

there’s also a tower defense minigame that everyone seems to hate but that i havent seen at all outside of the tutorial bc it only happens if the templar try to take back a den you took over, which in turn only happens if your awareness goes way up. which im paranoid about and i never let it happen. altho ive heard they kinda stop attacking if you take over all of their dens??? i havent tested it out yet but that’d be fun lmao.

but yea im having a pretty good time, its a lot of fun. i haven’t played as much as i wanted to this week bc ive been pretty busy irl and that’s prob how it’ll be next week too, but its fine i dont wanna rush through this game, i’d rather just take my time and enjoy the experience while it lasts. i hope there’s some cool collectible other than the animus fragments and the treasure chests so it doesn’t end up feeling too short. oh and also appearances of other characters we know and love such as leonardo and claudia and all them :’)))))))

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 7

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff. angst, smut (unprotected, public sex)

Word Count: 4,471

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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“So, give me the run down.” You said as you toed off your boots and flopped down on the motel bed. Sam cleared his throat and shuffled through some papers on the table as Jax took a seat across from him.

“So, we have three bodies, drained of blood and dumped off Route 2 within in last two days.”

“Puncture marks?” You asked as you looked over at your brother and he nodded as he looked for other papers.

“We have two people who went missing day before the bodies started dropping…”

“Probably being used as blood bags.” Dean said as he came out of the bathroom. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“So how many we thinking and do we know where they are at?” Sam looked up at you, nodded and turned his laptop toward you.

“We think about 10… and this whole area is farm land.” He said as he circled an area on the screen with his finger. “But get this, right here…” He pointed at a green spot and grabbed a morgue picture. “This farm belongs to a Richard Michaels… our first vic.” You took the picture from your brother’s hand and looked at the lifeless face of the older man.

“Well, I guess we found our vamp nest. You guys get the vamptonite already?” Your brothers remained quiet for a second and you looked up and smirked. “Come on, you two. There is no freaking way you are that hopeless without me doing the research and prep portion for you.”

“You know what, (Y/N) we are not hopeless.” Dean snapped as he sat down on the other bed. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him smugly.

“Oh yea? Where’s the vamptonite?”

“Bite me, Button.”

“What’s vamptonite?” Jax asked as he glanced at the collection of notes and case files on the motel table.

“Nicer way of saying blood from a dead guy.” Dean told him. He nodded as you swung your legs off the bed.

“You don’t by chance have my old FED suit, heels and creds in the Impala, do you?”

“Actually, I brought them inside already.” Sam said as he tossed you a small bag from under the table. “You got a couple shirts in there as well.” You smiled as you pulled it open and you looked up at Jax.

“Sorry baby. You gotta stay behind for this part. Sam, you wanna catch him up on basics while Dean and I go take a run at the morgue… again?”

“Why do I gotta stay behind? I can help.” You looked at your brother as you grabbed the grey pencil skirt and a white button up from the bag.

“You explain things better and Dean is a better flirt when I need him to be.” Sam paused for a moment and pursed his lips before nodding in agreement.

“Alright, fair point.”

“If you hurry we can make it in before they close for the night.” Dean said in a sing-song voice. You flipped him the bird and headed into the bathroom to get changed and silently cursed yourself for getting involved with another hunt.

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“So, decapitation, no guns. And the blood stuns them if I need it?” Jax asked as the four of you stood at the back of the Impala at the end of the driveway. You nodded and turned to him; pushing him a couple steps away from your brothers gently to speak to him in almost a whisper.

“Listen, I know that killing things is one of the things you do back home for the sake of the club and I don’t really give a fuck about that but killing monsters is a completely different ball game. The boys will go in first then me, then you. Trust me, you will see action but this isn’t…”

“Babe, I know. I’m out of my element here but don’t worry about me. I’m pretty sure I can figure this out as I go.” You sighed and shook your head.

“I just don’t want to lose you. If you get bit…” He shushed you and gave you a chaste kiss to stop any further protests.

“It’s gunna be fine, babe. Relax, let’s get this done.” With a heavy sigh, you nodded, turned back to the car and grabbed your machete as Dean passed Jax one.

“You stay in the back.” Dean demanded, already lost in a hunter mindset. “Kill anyone that heads for the door except us. Don’t worry about (Y/N); she can handle herself.” You glanced at Jax who grit his teeth at being told what to do but he nodded anyways. Without another word, Dean slammed the trunk closed and headed down the driveway with the rest of you not far behind.

“Look, I got eyes on Jax.” Sam said softly and you glanced up at him gratefully. “I know you are just as much out of your element as he is. You just keep eyes on Dean.” You nodded as you followed Dean into the woods to prepare. As the four of you pause outside of the barn to watch, you heard a stick break behind you. You all whipped around with your machete’s raised and froze as John Winchester came out of the trees and shook his head.

“What did I tell you about staying out?” He whisper yelled at you as he crouched down behind the four of you.

“Dad? How the…?” Dean said and John shook his head.

“Don’t ask questions, boy. How stupid are you three doing this hunt this late in the day? Whatever plan you all had it’s now being changed. They have the gun we need to kill the thing that got your mom. I’ll go in first, get it and you two worry about the rest. (Y/N), go back to the car with your husband and wait.”

“What? That’s not…”

“Don’t make me say it twice, girl. Sun sets in less than an hour and we don’t have time for your pettiness; go.”

“Un-fucking-believeable.” You grumbled as you got up and stormed back through the woods. As you made it to the Impala, you tossed your machete on the ground and leaned against the black metal. “This is what I used to deal with all the time. All the built up to get cock-blocked at the last minute.” You told Jax as he tossed his knife toward the back of the car and leaned against it next to you with his brow furrowed.

“How did he even know where we were?” He asked. You shrugged as you reached into the pocket of his kutte and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter.

“John Winchester gives a whole new meaning to creepy stalker sometimes.” You said as you lit two cigarettes and handed him one without thinking. The two of you stood there silently waiting as you smoked.

“Now, I don’t know what smells more delicious; the boy, the girl or the smoke.” The female voice barely registered completely before a pair of arms wrapped around your upper body and yanked you into the air. True to Jax form, he shoved away from the car and grabbed his gun.

“Let her go!” He demanded as he pointed the useless metal at the woman who held you to her chest on top of the Impala. She laughed and shook her head.

“No sweetie. I can’t do that. See, Winchester has to pay for what he just did.” You looked down to where your machete was laying a couple feet in front of your husband and came up with the only plan you could. Your panicked eyes found his as the woman yammered on.

‘Shoot my leg.’ You said as you looked down at the machete at his feet.

“Let her go!” Jax said once more as you mouthed ‘trust me.’

“Not happening. Just have to wait…” The sound of the shot ringing out barely covered your scream as the bullet embedded into the outside edge of your right thigh. You gripped the woman’s arms and collapsed on top of the car; pulling her down on top of you. With amazing reflexes, you ducked your head to your chest seconds before Jax grabbed your machete and lopped off the vamp’s head in one fluid motion. You felt the dead weight of her body crush you for only a moment before it disappeared.

“Nice reflexes, Teller.” You groaned as he dragged you off the top of the car.

“Nice plan but was that really the best you could come up with?” He asked as he ripped off his kutte and the shirt he had on and held the latter to your leg to stop the bleeding.

“Got the job done, didn’t it? Keep watch, I got this.” He gave you a short nod as you took over holding his shirt to your thigh and he stood in front of you.

“Did I really just shoot my wife? On our honeymoon, no less.” He asked rhetorically and you giggled.

“Yea, worry about that later.” You two only had to wait a moment before your dad and the boys headed out of the woods.

“The hell happened to my car?!” Dean demanded as he ran to look at the bloody body that was sprawled across the hood and the giant dent from the two bodies collapsing on it.

“Oh thanks. Don’t gotta worry bout me, De. Not like I’m bleeding here or nothin’.”

“What happened?” John asked as he and Jax helped you up. You hissed as you put weight on your leg.

“Bitch came out of no where and grabbed (Y/N). She told me to shoot her in the leg and when they both fell, I cut off the head.” John looked over at your husband as Jax picked you up in his arms. “Can we get her to a hospital now?”

“We don’t do hospitals, son. Sam?” Your dad called out. Your brother looked over as John threw his thumb toward his truck. “Get the bullet out of your sister.” Sam nodded and laughed as Jax followed him to John’s truck.

“What’s so funny?” You asked as Sam dropped the tailgate. Jax set you down gently as Sam grabbed the first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey from the cab.

“Your husband shot you on your honeymoon.” He chuckled as he handed you the bottle. You scowled as you wiggled out of your jeans to get patched up.

“This is why I can’t have nice things.”

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“So, I vote no more blood shed till we get back to Charming.” You said as Jax carried you into the hotel in New York City. He smiled and nodded as he kicked the room door closed.

“I vote room service and hours of sex for the rest of our honeymoon.” You hummed as he laid you down on the bed and you pulled him down with you.

“I agree with that as long as we can take a nap first. SOMEONE shot me yesterday and my leg hurts.” You teased as you wrapped your arms around the neck of the man you loved.

“Then SOMEONE should have given me a better idea.” He joked as he rolled onto his back so you were laying on top of him. You shrugged and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Yea, well I’ll just hold it against you forever.” You said as you started to lay your head down on his chest; however, a thought stopped you and you looked back up at him with a huge grin. “Mom is going to kill you!” He blanched and let his head fall back into the pillows.

“Shit, she totally is.” You smiled as you laid your head down his chest and moved your hands comfortably to rest on his ribs.

“I should call her right now; fake sobbing, the whole nine.” He chuckled as he ran his fingertips in meaningless patterns across your back.

“Go ahead. She’ll fly out here in a heartbeat to beat my ass.”

“I’m getting up right now then.” You said without moving an inch as you closed your eyes with a small content sigh.

“Do you wanna have kids?” Jax asked after a few minutes as he kissed the top of your head. Your smile grew but you didn’t move your head.

“You just shot me and now you want me to have your kids?” He chuckled and lifted your chin with his fingers to look at you.

“I’m serious. Let’s have kids.” You folded your hands across his chest and propped your chin on them.

“What if I don’t want kids?” You countered playfully and an evil grin played at his lips.

“Well you’re gettin’ them anyways so buckle up.” He said as he rolled you onto your back. You threw your arms around his neck and wrapped your good leg around his waist.

“Sex with my handsome husband; what a chore.” He growled playfully and attacked your neck with kisses and love bites.

“It’s gunna feel like a chore with how many times I’m gunna fuck my sexy ass wife to knock you up.”

“Oh no! whatever will I do!”

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“Are you sure you want to keep trying to have kids with me?” You asked Jax softly as you ran your hands through his hair and slowly rolled your hips against his. You captured his ear between your teeth and he sucked air through his teeth and gripped your bare shoulders.

“Oh baby. I could do this every day and never get tired of trying with you.” You hummed a laugh as you glanced around Central Park for peeping Toms and ground against him harder. “Fuck… I need you to stop teasing me.” He groaned as you ran the tip of your tongue across the shell of his ear.

“Oh but it’s so much fun for me.” You whispered as you placed open mouth kisses along his throat. He chuckled as he dropped one hand to his lap and lifted the end of the maxi dress you found at a thrift store for just this occasion.

“May be but this is better.” He said as he captured your lips with his, slipped his fingers under your lace panties and dipped them in your dripping wet pussy. Your gasp was lost in his mouth as he relentlessly pumped his fingers in and out of you. You gently tugged on his hair but as your coil threatened to snap and he backed off.

“Fuck Jax… I hate it when you do that.” You said as your head fell to his shoulder. He chuckled as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his impressive length under the cover of your dress.

“Don’t I always make it worth it in the end?” He asked. He grabbed your hip as he lined himself up and slowly pulled you down on to him. You bit your cheek to hold back your moan as his eyes rolled back and his head fell against the tree he was leaning against. You both took a moment to adjust before he squeezed your hip and picked his head up to look at you.

“Move.” He growled against your lips before he kissed you feverishly. With another lost moan, you rolled your hips at an almost torturously slow pace. You pulled away and kissed your way your way down his jaw.

“Never said how fast.” You teased as you squeezed yourself around him. He snapped his hips to yours and held your face to his neck to muffle your cry.

“God you’re so fucking perfect.” He pulled your hips faster; his own thrusts meeting you with each pass and he tangled his other hand in your hand to keep your moans muffled in his kutte. Your body tensed as your coil tightened and you tugged at the blonde strands in your hand.

“Fuck Jax…” You gasped as you snapped. You bit the leather of his kutte and let out a squeaked scream as your thighs began to shake and your orgasm tore through you. He squeezed his eyes closed as your walls clamped down around him and dropped his mouth to your shoulder. His cursing was muffled by your inked skin as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and spilled inside of you. You held each other close, bodies quivering as you both attempt to keep moans of pleasure quiet in vain and you rode out the rush. Once your breathing leveled out, Jax chuckled as he reached under your dress once more to tuck himself away.

“If you find out your pregnant in a month, we are telling everyone you got knocked up in Central Park.” You giggled as you pulled one of his knees to the side and sat on the ground between his legs as Jax lit a cigarette.

“It’s a good story to tell. I doubt…”

“Excuse me…” A woman interrupted. You glanced up at her scowling face and she shook her head and pointed at both of you. “God is watching you all the time, you heathens.” Jax simply laughed as he blew his smoke in her face and handed you the cigarette.

“Yea, he is and he’s the only mother fucker in the world who doesn’t have to pay per view to watch good porn.” You snorted in laughter as the woman put her hand over her heart and gasped. Jax picked his hand up from where it was laying on your thigh and swept it at her in a ‘go away’ motion. “Can you fuck off? You’re bothering me and my wife.”

“You’re both going to hell!” She shouted as she stormed away. You turned to look at her retreating figure and laughed.

“Hate to tell you but hell already kicked us out.” You heard the woman growl angrily as she stomped away. You shook your head and Jax laughed. “Dude… what?”

“You know she was probably sitting somewhere watching us fuck just waiting for us to finish.” He said as you took a drag of the cigarette.

“Should have charged her a viewing fee.” Your phone rang in Jax’s pocket and you handed him the cigarette and grabbed it. “Uptight bitch probably hasn’t seen any action in her life.” You glanced down at the caller ID and smiled at your brother’s name as you answered the phone. “Holy shit, Sammy you will never believe what just happened.”

“Hey… tell me another time. S-somethin’ bad happened.” Your laughter stopped and your smile dropped and you instinctively grabbed Jax’s arm.

“What? Sam, what happened?” Your brother paused for a moment and you tightened your grip on the sleeve of Jax’s shirt and swallowed.

“There was an accident. Dad and I are fine but…” His sentence trailed off and you panicked.

“Dean… Sammy what happened to Dean?”

“He’s in a coma, (Y/N) and they say… it’s…” His voice broke and you frantically shook your head as bile rose in your throat.

“I’m coming. Send me… he’s… I’m coming.” You dropped the phone on the ground as you looked at Jax. “Dean…” was all you got out before you burst into tears. Jax pulled you back into his lap and held you close as you mentally begged anyone out there to not let your brother die.

“What happened?” Jax asked softly once you calmed down. You shook your head against his neck and sniffled.

“Car accident. Dean’s in a coma and Sam says it doesn’t look good.” He nodded as he gently pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“Dean is a fighter. He’s gunna be just fine.” You nodded slightly and he sighed and gave you a chaste kiss. “Come on, let’s go get our stuff together and get on the road.”

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“(Y/N)!” Sam called out as you and Jax walked through the Sioux Falls hospital hallways. You gave him a weak smile and started down the hall he was standing in but froze when the temperature dropped suddenly.

“Is he here?” You asked as the temperature returned to normal just as quickly as it dropped. Sam nodded his head and gestured you into Dean’s room.

“He’s in-between. He managed to throw a glass when dad and I were fighting yesterday so I got a Ouija board last night from some store in town. He says a reaper is after him and it’s coming quick. Dean is getting worse and worse every minute.”

“Where’s dad?” Sam shrugged and with a sigh, you walked over to your brother’s bed side. “Hey asshole.” You said softly as you brushed your fingers through his hair and fought back your tears. “You gotta stay with us, De. I can’t deal with Sam and dad without you, you know that.”

“You want the board?” Sam asked and you shook your head.

“No. Dean’s a fighter. He’ll…” The rhythmic beep of Dean’s heart monitor suddenly flatlined; interrupting your words.

“Dean!” Sam shouted as he rushed to the far side of the bed.

“We need help in here!” Jax screamed down the hall as you screamed your brother’s name. A moment later, Jax wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you out into the hall as nurses and the doctor raced into the room. He held you to his chest and tears poured down your cheeks as the three of you watched the hospital staff try to bring him back to life. Shock after shock sent Dean’s body arching off the table but the incessant solid beep didn’t form a pattern.

“Alright everybody, that’s it. I’ll call it. Time of death: 6:36am” You let out a blood curdling scream as your knees gave out. Jax held you tight and eased you to your knees as the nurses filed out of the room. You clung to your husband desperately and sobbed. Out of no where, you felt a blast of cold air rush past you and Jax shivered.

“Sam!” You cried as you whipped your head toward the room as Dean suddenly gasped for air around the breathing tube. Sam looked at his brother for half a second before sticking his head into the hall.

“Help! I need help!” he roared. You and Jax scrambled off the floor but he held you out in the hall as the nurses rushed back into Dean’s room. Sam stood with you and you held both their hands as the doctor came in, took out his breathing tube and checked him out. After twenty minutes, he came out shaking his head.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. He appears to be in outstanding health; vitals are damn near perfect like he wasn’t in a coma at all. We’ll need to keep him over night and run a few test. You can go in there now.”

“What the hell?” Sam said as the doctor walked away. You shook your head, walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, asshole. Enjoy scaring the shit out of us?”

“What the hell happened?” He asked as he rubbed his chest where he had been shocked.

“Dean, you were in a coma for two days. You just died!”

“I… what?” Dean asked as he looked up at Sam confused. Sam’s jaw fell open and he nodded.

“Uhh yea. We talked while you were in a coma. You said you had a reaper after you.”

“We talked? I said… wait a minute… please tell me you did not go all girls sleepover party and get a Ouija board on me here?” He joked.

“De, what do you remember?” Your brother looked over at you, pouted his bottom lip out as he thought and shook his head.

“Nothing. The accident and then just waking up.” You glanced up at Sam as Jax stepped forward and pat your brother on the shoulder.

“Well welcome back, brother.” Dean nodded at him and looked back at the silent conversation you and Sam were having.

“You really don’t remember anything?” Sam asked as he looked back over at your older brother. He shook his head and scrunched his face up a bit.

“Not a damn thing but I have this weird pit in my stomach that something isn’t right.”

“I’m gunna take you to get a CT scan. Should take about an hour.” You got off the bed and kissed Dean’s forehead.

“Jax and I are gunna head to a motel for a couple hours and get some sleep. We’ve been on the road since yesterday to get here. We’ll be back though.” He nodded as you kissed his forehead. After the nurse unlocked the breaks to his bed and wheeled him out of the room, you turned to Sam.

“Something big just happened here.” You said as you shut the door to the room and Sam nodded.

“Yea but the question is what?” He asked.

“Is there any thing that is capable of doing that?” Jax asked as he gestured to the spot Dean’s bed just was. You shrugged.

“Nothing I have seen before… my gut tells me dad had something to do with it though.” Sam said. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

“Well I’m too tired to try and figure it out and I just watched my brother die and come back to life in a 5 minute period so I don’t know about you but I’m going to take a nap while they run their tests.”

“I’ll stay here and keep you posted.” You nodded as you gave your brother a hug.

“If dad shows up before I’m back, let me know.”

“Here.” Sam said as he pulled a motel room key out of his pocket and handed it to Jax. “Take a right out of the parking lot and it’s ‘bout 5 minutes down the main drag on the left. Room 107. Didn’t wanna impose on Bobby so I got it yesterday.” You nodded thanks as you took Jax’s hand and the two of you trudged out of the room.

“I feel like there is something I’m missin’ about this whole thing.” He said as the two of you stepped out into the parking lot.

“You and me both. There is something the boys aren’t saying whether that is on accident or purpose. My guess? The car accident wasn’t an accident; the demon my dad is hunting had something to do with it. As far as Dean’s mysterious comeback…? That one I have no idea but I think when we find my dad he will be able to give us some better insight.” Jax nodded as he got on his bike and you climbed on the back of it. “Whatever it is though… I have the same pit in my stomach Dean does.”

Part 8

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #SOA/SPN crossover

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kyloxox · 8 years ago

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I Think I Love Her (plus size reader x Peter Parker)

The reader stand up for a girl who is getting bullied. Peter realizes it's finally his time to confess his feeling to the reader.

Notes; I know Liz isn't actually like this but it just worked for the story. Also gif isn't mine credits to owner. Hope you enjoy.

Y/n’s Pov

I had been standing by my locker with my friend Ned Leeds and my friend and kind of crush Peter Parker. I always liked Peter from when we first met and he was super sweet to me. He always tried to fight out the people who would comment about my size, but then slowly realized I could handle my self.

We were talking about our next Spanish quiz when I noticed Liz Allan, my least favorite person, walk up to some girl that was standing a few lockers behind us. My mind left the conversation with my friends as I started to listen in on what Liz was saying.

“You seriously need to start losing some weight if you want to wear clothes like these.” I turned my head around to look at the poor girl Liz was talking to. I watched as the girl turned red from embarrassment.

“Y/n? Y/n?” Peter tried to get my attention.

“Hmm?”

“We just asked you if you wanted to go to Peter’s tonight to finish the lego death star.”

“Oh yea, sure whatever.” I continued to listen to Liz talking to the girl.

“You know what would help? Trying to make your self throw up.” I heard enough and started to walk over there, but Peter grabbed my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Peter frantically whispered in my ear.

“Showing that bitch some over due justice.” I continued to walk past him.

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I turned around to look at Peter.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” I then turned around to see Liz and her friends gone, but the girl still standing there tears staining her cheeks. I walked up to her. “Hey don’t listen to what Liz has to say she’s just a bitch. She wouldn’t know the first thing about beauty.“ Kaidy looked up at me and smiled “And hey I think Charles does know beauty when he sees it.” I motioned over to Charles who was walking up to both of us. He began to talk to Kaidy and ask her on a date, when I began to walk away.

I walked up to Peter and Ned “My work here is down.” I smiled triumphantly.

“Wow what we do without you y/n?” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Oh don’t act all bitchy cause I was going to talk to your little crush, telling her she’s a bitch. Honestly I don’t get what you see in her.”

“I don’t like her.” Peter mumbled, as you rolled your eyes and left your locker to go to class. ’‘I like you.” He mumbled to himself.

It was lunch and me, Peter and Ned were getting our lunch when I heard Liz talking to Kaidy again.

“So I heard Charles asked you out, he probably only did that because he pities you. I mean he probably could like you if you lost a few pounds.”

I balled my fists up and closed my eyes taking a breath, trying not to punch the shit out of Liz. We all got your food and walked back to our table. As got back to the table I slammed my tray on the table.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Ned asked.

I faked a smile “Nothing.”

I watched as Kaidy walked away from Liz not listening to her which made you happy. I then saw Liz walk up to Kaidy again and sit next to her at her lunch table.

“Are you seriously going to eat that? You need to lose weight as it is don’t eat that. And if you lose weight more guys will like you." I heard Liz tell Kaidy and that was my final straw.

I got up from the table and grabbed Peter’s smoothie.

"Hey!” Peter yelled as I took his smoothie.

“Just buy another one," I grumbled and started to walk away "cause trust me you aren’t getting this back.”

I walked up to Liz and Kaidy “Hey guys what are you guys talking about?” Peter and Ned watched as you went up them.

“Oh y/n perfect we can get your opinion on this too. Don’t you think Kaidy here needs to lose some weight.”

I clenched my jaw “No I don’t think she needs to lose any weight, in fact I think she perfect." I smiled over to Kaidy.

"Well I mean that is coming from you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“Well I mean you are someone who could also lose some weight. I mean maybe it would help, with your insane crush on Peter. He would notice you more if you were skinny like me.”

“Why do you always have to be such a god damn bitch.”

“Why don’t you go back to your friends and not bother me anymore.”

“You know what you’re right Liz, bye!” I threw the smoothie into Liz’s face. Everyone then turned to me and started laughing at Liz. “You’re dead bitch!" I heard Liz yell. I turned around and put up my middle fingers. I then quickly walked out of the cafeteria only making one glance at Peter who was also looking at me already.

Peter’s Pov

We were sitting down at our table when I looked over at y/n. Her fists were clenched and he looked so pissed off. God she’s hot when she’s mad. Fuck Peter don’t think of your best friend like that. Her plum lips were in a straight line. I wonder what those lips would feel like to kiss. No Peter stop that’s weird. But I bet she tastes good like strawberries. No Peter stop don’t think of her like that. She’s just your friend and that’s all she’ll ever be.

I looked over a Ned who also realized something was off with y/n. He nudged my shoulder and I just shrugged my shoulders. Then got of nowhere she just got up from the table and I looked over to her.

I accidentally looked at her at the wrong moment as she got up from the table and her ass was basically in my face and I couldn’t help but stare. Then I quickly looked away as she started to grab my smoothie.

"Hey!” I yelled over to her.

“Just buy another one.” I rolled my eyes and watched as she walked over to Liz and the girl she had been picking on. God what did I ever see in Liz she’s so mean, but y/n still thinks I like her but I just use her as a cover so y/n doesn’t find out I like her. I mean she could never find out. I’m weak and a nerd compared to the other guys she’s dated. She always dated the super strong guy with muscles, I’m not like that. Then I saw y/n sit across from Liz. “Hey guys what are you guys talking about?” I heard y/n say

“Oh y/n perfect we can get your opinion on this too. Don’t you think Kaidy here needs to lose some weight.” I heard Liz say in her bitchy voice. God this is going to be a shit show.

“No I don’t think she needs to lose any weight, in fact I think she perfect.” Y/n is so nice she’s always sticking up for people and- “I mean maybe it would help, with your insane crush on Peter. He would notice you more if you were skinny like me.” I was brought out of my thoughts by what Liz said. Omg is that true does y/n have a crush on me. Holy shit this can’t be happening I have to tell her I like her too.. Right now Peter. Do it Peter.

I was about to get up when I saw y/n throw my smoothie in Liz’s face. I started laughing and watched her as she left the cafeteria. She caught my gaze and looked over at me and smiled. I got up from the table and followed her out the door. I walked towards the bathroom and watched as she just walked in. I waited out there for a little until she came out. As the door opened and she came out.

“Having fun stalker?” She asked. I chuckled.

“Shut up.” You both stood there awkwardly “What you did out there was pretty cool, I mean like totally badass. I’ve never seen you like that before.’'

"Thanks. It’s just that what Liz was saying to that girl pissed me off.” You looked down at the floor. As I walked closer to her. Ok Peter this is your chance. I walked closer and closer till our bodies were almost touching.

“Y/n.” I whispered and she looked up from the ground, and into my eyes. I then in and captured her lips in a kiss. After a few seconds I pulled.

“Umm so is what Liz said was true? That you had a crush on me?” I asked.

She bite her lip and rolled her eyes “You know for being some math genius you seriously aren’t that smart.” I laughed at her response.

“And what Liz said wasn’t true you don’t need to lose any weight to gain my attention, you already have it.”

“Yea I know, I’m not going to listen to that bitch.” She said confidently. She’s so confident that’s why I love her. Wait did I just say love? Holy shit. I think I love her.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x plus size reader #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spiderman homecoming #liz allan #ned leeds #marvel #marvel imagine #tony stark #plus size reader

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dontshootmespence · 8 years ago

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The Penrose Triangle

Part 1

The meaning of the word soulmate had apparently changed a lot over the years. At least, that’s what Spencer Reid had learned from his extensive studies. He was always an interested child. Interested in everything from why The Doctor was named so (still never stated, much to his dismay) to the possibility of genetic mutations leading to superpowers (apparently not possible, so there went his dream of becoming the next Professor X) to was there a God (in Spencer’s mind, there were either a ton of them, or none at all – it didn’t matter, he just wanted to have his ashes put into one of those biodegradable urns so he could grow into a tree). Knowledge was his food, and he sought it out like his next breath, so when he was young and saw the people around him walking about with words on their arms, he wanted to know what it all meant.

“Those are the first words their soulmate spoke to them, or will speak to them,” his mother had said. That’s was how it worked. Once your soulmate was in “your path” a set of words appeared on your skin – and those were the words they’d speak to you. Some people had such a banal and everyday word that you actually couldn’t tell who your soulmate was, others had spoilers from what would be their favorite book or television show (WHAT DO YOU MEAN SNAPE KILLED DUMBLEDORE?!) and others would have such a distinct set of words strung together that they’d know their soulmate the second they heard the words leave their lips.

The word soulmate had changed so much over the course of history. Spencer had learned that in Plato’s Symposium, written in 885-830 BCE, Aristophanes told Socrates that human beings used to have four arms, four legs and two faces, and that they were happy and complete. Though Spencer knew that wasn’t scientifically possible, he enjoyed the history of the word just the same. Apparently Zeus had been jealous of how content humans had been, so he split them in two with his thunderbolt and doomed humanity to searching for their “other half.” The idea had been with humanity ever since.

“The word was actually first recorded in a letter written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge,” Diana had told him. “At that point, the word referred to a lover, but that’s not necessarily the case anymore.” She smiled, looking at the word on her own arm.

Over the decades since the word was first recorded, soulmate became a word that tended to have as many different meanings as there were snowflakes in a storm. That is to say, everyone that used it defined the word differently, and in doing so the words that appeared on one’s arm didn’t necessarily belong to a future romantic partner.

The word soulmate was used by most, but for those that needed to differentiate between a romantic or sexual relationship, and everything else, the idea of a soul companion came into being. But the words on one’s arm referred could refer to either. The more Spencer thought about, the more he believed that this was evolution’s way of ensuring that everyone ended up with words to look forward to, because so many that hadn’t had that experience became isolated and depressed. Basically, it was science’s way of ensuring human happiness.

As a child, Spencer wasn’t a people person, but when it came to those mysterious words – the words that could make some people ecstatic and others cry – he paid attention to others. Some people had multiple sets of words over a lifetime. Others never got them at all (though that was rare nowadays). Some ended up realizing that the words belonged to a best friend, who they could never imagine living without and others only had one set of words their entire life. Further still, some people could have multiple sets of words at once, and others, like his mother, had only one word.

Bubble.

Diana Reid’s arm read “bubble.”

When her son was young, he’d asked her how his father (who’d since walked out of their lives) said the word bubble to her. He’d been under the impression before his mother told him so, that those words responded to people who were in love with each other. “That wasn’t your father’s first word to me. It was yours.”

“Mine?” The young Spencer had asked.

“Yes, my sweet boy,” she’d said, bending down to kiss his forehead. “Although you said mama and dada first, the first time you spoke to me, you pointed to a bubble, looked at me, and said bubble. That’s when I learned that soulmate or soul companion didn’t just refer to people who were in love with each other but to people that loved each other too. To the ends of the earth.”

“So I’m your soul companion, mommy?” The little boy was so inquisitive it warmed her heart. There was no other being on this planet she’d give the world for – if that wasn’t the meaning of soul companion or soulmate, then what was?

Diana Reid took her son into her arms. She and his father had been having issues lately, but he gave her Spencer, and for that, she would be eternally grateful. “Yes you are, Spencer. The only one in the world I would give my life for.”

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Hello, Dr. Reid? I’ve taken a look at your scans and I think I’ve come up with a treatment that can finally alleviate your pain.

Those were the words. At the age of 25 they showed up on his arm – no indication of when they’d be spoken, no indication of who would speak them – just the fairly long “opening lines” of the person who would play opposite his lead.

Being who he was, the instant they’d shown up on his arm, he’d tried to dissect them, which only sent him further into a panic. Pain? He didn’t like pain. He wasn’t good with pain. Was he going to be dying? Why was he going to be in pain? After perseverating over the words for weeks on end, he allowed the concern to fade into the back of his mind, though it was always there lurking.

Though of course his teammates didn’t fail to point out the grim nature of his words when they’d popped up on his arm – that was after the shock of finding out Spencer had “received” his words from the universe. Spencer had been surprised himself, wondering if he’d ever have that kind of soulmate. He already felt like he had several; he worked with them.

He loved them, but dammit if they weren’t trying as all hell. “Isn’t it driving you bonkers not to know what the pain is referring to?” Garcia kept asking.

Morgan agreed, slapping him on the shoulder. “It would eat me alive inside.”

“Me too.”

“Me too.

“Yea, definitely.”

“Of course it drives me insane!” he’d ended up screaming. “I have to deal with the fact that I’m going to be in pain and I don’t know why! Do you know how hard it is for me to not know why? For anything? For everything?” Spencer rarely yelled, whether it be in anger or otherwise, so when he did, it took those around him by surprise.

After a few moments of silence, Rossi had to go and open his mouth. “You? Dr. Spencer Reid? You don’t feel comfortable not knowing everything? Noooooo…”

Then, three years later, came the migraines. The agonizing splitting of his head that he couldn’t control and couldn’t correct no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t get them often at first, but the became more frequent and greater in intensity as the months wore on: it was to the point that he’d wear sunglasses on cases, he’d wear noise cancelling headphones on flights, and on rare occasion, he’d even have to run to the bathroom to throw up from the pain. It was getting ridiculous. It was getting in the way of him being able to do his job to the best of his ability – there were very few things he hated more than that.

It had to stop.

He had to find a way to make them stop.

After doing a plethora of research, Spencer had a variety of scans done on his brain. It was his most valuable asset in his opinion so if something was happening to it, he needed to take care of it. He had CT scans, MRIs, magnetic resonance spectroscopy, single photon emission computerized tomography, magnetoencephalography…if it might have helped, he had it done, and finally…almost a year and a half after most of his tests, he had an answer.

And those words.

Hello, Dr. Reid? I’ve taken a look at your scans and I think I’ve come up with a treatment that can finally alleviate your pain. Call me back and I can give you a recommendation on how to proceed.

When he listened to the message, he was stunned by the words. They’d been sitting on his arm for a few years at this point, so they’d stayed hidden in the back of his mind. This was his soulmate – Dr. Maeve Donovan. He was completely flabbergasted; he’d thought it was a long shot that she’d be able to help him. She was a geneticist, so the only options she’d be able to offer were very aggressive vitamin treatments.

The second he’d heard her voice, a warmth spread over him. Her voice was soft and comforting – a lot like his own. For the first few moments of their initial phone call, he’d spaced out a bit, taking in the sweetness of her sound. He wasn’t sure in what capacity she would end up being his soulmate, but he instantly wanted to know more about her. “I think an aggressive regimen of B2 vitamins and magnesium could really help your migraines, Dr. Reid.”

“Thank you,” he stuttered. “I’ll start taking them tomorrow and see if that helps.” Her soft laugh made him smile.

After a few moments on the phone, silence hanging fairly comfortably between them, she spoke. “Umm Dr. Reid, I know this might sound weird considering we’re doing this over the phone rather than seeing each other in person, but the words on my arm…they’re yours.”

“I know,” he replied. He’d never felt these kinds of butterflies before. It didn’t matter what she looked like; she was already the most beautiful woman in the world to him. “The message you left on my voicemail is on my arm.”

That had been the start of their relationship. The whole situation was less than ideal, considering she believed she had a stalker, and in Spencer’s professional opinion she without a doubt had one, but for the first few months they avoided talk of her stalker and his past, instead choosing to learn about each other through the ramblings of the self-proclaimed introverts. They’d talked about everything from the works of Sherlock Holmes, the flaws in Einstein’s theory of Relativity, to the Penrose Triangle. He specifically remembered her telling him a cheesy joke about it, but he’d laughed. Because that’s something he would’ve said. It was when he knew she was the one himself regardless of the words on his arm. “Every Penrose triangle has its thorns.”

Eventually, after they got to know each other more, Spencer wanted more than anything to meet her in person, but she refused to leave the house. Basically she’d burned her identity off the map, worked from home for a genetics lab nearby, and was constantly afraid for her life. On multiple occasions, he’d asked if he could help her. They’d talked so much about their jobs in recent months; he could help her. He wanted to help her, and the team would have no issues helping her, especially if it meant that one of their best friends could finally meet his soulmate face-to-face.

Then she’d said those words. He’d asked her again if he could help her; she wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore.

“I don’t want him to hurt you.” The break in her voice nearly broke him too. She was so scared. But now it wasn’t for herself, but him. “If he knew about you,” she cried, “If he knew about you, and he hurt you…I don’t…”

And that was one of the last things she ever said to him. They weren’t the last, but they were the ones that were burned into his mind.

When they’d finally figured it out, that Diane was the stalker and not Bobby Putnam, it had been too late. Bobby had been shot and killed and Maeve was left alone in the warehouse with that psycho. Diane was exceptionally smart, but she didn’t get the recognition she felt she so richly deserved, so she’d developed an unhealthy obsession with obtaining everything Maeve ever had – including him. Diane wanted Maeve to “see” her, and once Spencer had walked into her life, she wanted to take him away from her too.

He’d offered Diane a deal. “Me for her.” He’d done absolutely everything in his power to convince Diane that he loved her and not Maeve – anything he could possibly think of to save the woman he loved and had so little time with. 100.5 days. That was it. He was so afraid that’s all he’d ever have, and no matter what he tried, he knew the moments were numbered. As he continued to try in vain to get Diane to let Maeve go, his mind was working overtime, memorizing the light blush of her skin, the color of eyes and the flecks in them, the soft brown hair that cascaded beautifully around her shoulders. She was everything he could’ve ever imagined and more – and then she’d said those words. The ones that told him their time was almost up.

“Thomas Merton,” Maeve said, her eyes heavy with tears as she took in every curve and every line of Spencer’s face. She was at her end. She knew it and by the look in his eyes, so did he, thought he tried…he was trying so hard.

Diane’s head snapped between the two, desperate for an answer she would never have. Diane knew everything about everyone in that circle and it was killing her not to know. “Who’s Thomas Merton?” she asked frantically.

“He knows,” Maeve breathed. “He knows.”

Diane repeated herself, the tears streaming down her face as Spencer saw the situation for what it was – a twister on the war path. “Who’s Thomas Merton?”

“He’s the one thing you can never take from us,” Maeve replied. Despite the gun at her head, there was a smile in her eyes. There was something Diane would never know – no matter how hard she tried.

“No.” Diane lifted the gun to the side of her head, her own flush with Maeve’s, and pulled the trigger. The two collapsed to the floor, the blood pooling around them and seeping into their clothes. In an instant, Spencer dropped to the floor, the bones in his knees vibrating with the force of his fall. And he sobbed. He sobbed until his throat was raw and his eyes were dry.

There was nothing left.

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Life moved around him. Agents flying in and out of the warehouse and gathering evidence as Spencer remained on the floor. In his haze, a small pool of tears had puddled by his knee, soaking into the pant leg and chilling him to the bone.

Maeve’s body had been moved. Her body…like she was just a thing now. Not a person. Not the love of his life. The soulmate ordained by the universe. She was gone. He’d seen the beauty of her face for a brief 4 minutes and 13 seconds.

“Spence.” He heard someone, but he didn’t have the strength to move his head. It had to be JJ; she was the only one that called him Spence. “Spence, it’s me. JJ.” He felt a piece of fabric envelop his shoulders, but it did nothing to warm the chill inside him – it was radiating. “We’re going to take you home.”

Three months of letters. Just over 100 days of correspondence. Why was the universe so cruel? What had he done in his life to deserve so little time with the woman who’d spoken so effortlessly with him?

His head must’ve fallen into the window of the car, because his teammates attempted to use it as an opportunity to say they were sorry. “Reid,” Morgan started. “I’m so-“

“Don’t.” It was one punctuated word, but nothing more needed to be said. Morgan turned, attempting not to be hurt by Spencer’s curtness. He couldn’t even imagine what was running through his mind.

When they got to his apartment, Morgan, JJ and Blake walked him upstairs. Morgan looked around for some water to leave by his side. JJ picked up a blanket and set it over his body as he lay on the couch and stared directly into the wall, and Blake put his bag right next to the leg of the table in front of the couch.

The door clicked closed behind them without another word. Apparently, they’d gone back to the Bureau, because that’s where his bag was. As if it was a cruel joke, the bag tipped over, The Narrative of John Smith falling out from underneath the leather.

He reached over for the book, wanting to throw it across the room and hopefully collapse the universe. What had it ever done for him?

That’s when he noticed. Where before there was a grouping of 25 words, slightly raised, in what looked like black ink, there was now a blank canvas. The words he’d waited so long for were gone. “No…” he breathed, new tears springing to his eyes. How was there anything left? He picked up his knees and curled into himself, a new fountain of tears falling onto a now blank patch of skin.

The words had faded away.

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itsjayyyy · 6 years ago

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January 16, 2019 4:51 pm

So on last thursday after that update, I met up with heather for the first time since October. We met up at starbucks, but neither of us bought a drink. She already knew about my moving out because she saw me posting about it on snapchat. I told her all about how my new roommates don’t really talk to me (or do the dishes, or pay rent on time...) and also how my parents didn’t let me have my own bed (she was really shocked at that, which i didn’t understand like girl ive been homeless because of my parents no shit they won’t let me take a bed they bought themselves). I also told her about the whole rose situation, and ofc anna. I thought it was funny how when i told her about the whole “surgery on a porcupine” she was like “how is that possible? you mean she did surgery on those things that fall off of trees?”

After hanging with her, I went home since I had like 5 hours until my next class. rose kept messaging me like “hey are you ready to meet up?” “i can see you’re home now” etc. I didn’t answer, and honestly i was annoyed that she used my location as a weapon, so i left my phone at home when i went to class. Which was kinda annoying tbh, i felt so disconnected without it. (just got sidetracked, but i think when i get my student refund i’m gonna buy an ipod nano 1st gen, which was the first mp3 player i ever had. prob gonna fill it with the 3 vocaloid cd’s i found). After class i went to get a smoothie, then drove home. rose was waiting outside my door for me to get home, and she started going on about “omg i was so worried you weren’t answering my texts etc” we get into my apartment, and i just kinda unloaded onto her (again). just told her how it’s not even just the whole mom situation, but all of them had piled so much hate onto me since i was a kid that i’m incapable of loving myself, and it only frustrates me when they say “don’t see yourself negatively!” it’s like someone breaking your arm and then saying “just use your hand to grab x” without acknowledging that your arm was broken by them. she starts crying (as she always does tbh), then we go to get sushi.

friday i only had one class (psychology) so i chilled at home most of the day. can’t really remember what i did lol. oh wait i think i hung out with rose, to make up for not hanging out on thursday. yea we chilled at my apartment for a bit, then went to the west side to scoop up peter and get hooter’s. and then i complained about how i started feeling sick, and then called in saturday. i told myself that i would get ahead on my homework and clean my room, but i spent most of the day chilling. the gray cat that hangs around my apartment walked by my window, so i opened it and pet her. She climbed into my room, and i spent a good 3 hours just playing with her. I texted the owner asking if she was pregnant or not (bc she really looked like she was about to give birth) but he texted back saying it was a boy, and neutered. apparently he’s just super cuddly.

i called in sunday too, since it’s like i already lost an attendance point and i didn’t feel like going to work. i actually was productive that day, like i did laundry and cleaned my room. still getting the depressive episode out of my system, though, so i wasn’t running at full capacity.

on monday, i checked anna’s twitter (btw after i soft blocked her i felt that she was still looking at my profile tho, like our tweets would mirror each other in mood a lot), and she tweeted “omg i think my crush is flirting with me” so rip my chances with her. and yea i know it wasn’t about me bc outside of class i heard her talking about how they were talking thru snapchat. :c

i really can’t wait until fall when i get transferred to the downtown campus, though. as i was walking up to msb, i saw someone sitting directly next to the entrance. and you can probably guess who it was. I really thought “new semester, new schedule, no more stalker savon waiting outside my classes” but i guess i was wrong. as i sat in the hall waiting for my class to start, I had a minor anxiety attack that i tried to cover up by talking to my classmates and professor about high school funding. luckily in that conversation, i learned that msb has two side exits, so now i have different paths to take. (honestly this whole time i’ve gone here, i thought the “handicap accessible” sign in front of the side entrance was trying to say that wheelchairs should go down the stairs, but my classmate pointed out that it was supposed to say “handicap accessible, up this path to the right,” not directly forward. I took the side stairs after class and basically ran to the garage in case he was following. At home i still had an assignment for comp, which was “visit a place on campus that you’ve never been to before and draw it in a 4-panel comic” (this class is all about multimodal writing) which, by the way, is really only possible for freshmen. as a spohomore, there isn’t a single place on campus that i haven’t been to. except for that side stairwell. so i drew my experiences taking a new staircase as an exit. let me make this journal entry multimodal by adding my comic:

anyways, that comic was apparently way overdrawn, when all of my classmates did simple stick figures at memory mall. kinda felt like wednesday addams wearing a long black dress at summer camp. it was nice tho, gave me a way to express all of my feelings about the whole thing (since i had nobody to talk to). it was like art therapy.

tuesday we had a quiz at the end of calc. i know hindsight’s 20/20, but seriously how the fuck did i fail this class it’s so damn simple. I finished the quiz in a literal 30 seconds and then sat there because i didn’t want to be the first person to finish. all of my classmates looked really deep in thought too, so i started to wonder if i was maybe not doing it right. but then the professor walked by and saw i wasn’t doing anything, so i was like “is this all that we have to do (setting up an integral but not even solving it)” and he was like yea, ur good. surreal.

then i went home and chilled until my evening class, then after that drove to peter’s bc we were gonna hang. so rose remembered that i was coming over, but peter forgot; while peter remembered they invited paul over, but rose forgot. i know that they’re kinda close with paul and all but tbh i don’t really know him that well, and it feels awkward hanging with him. when i told rose that, she was like “but you guys have hung out together, remember that time you got blackout drunk and slept on his bed, i felt like that was a real bonding moment for yall” um no i actually didn’t remember that, probably because i was BLACKOUT DRUNK. anyways i told all of them about anna (since peter and paul didn’t hear the story), then we smoked a little and played comer. We all won a round except for peter lol. then we watched an episode of marie kondo’s show (i wanted them to see how she lowkey looks like a robot), and then i headed home. i got home at like midnight tho, and since we had a sub today in calc, i figured i could skip it. so today i woke up around 10, got on campus at 2 since i was gonna hang with heather (but her boss didn’t let her have a break since she only worked 5 hours so we’re gonna meet tomorrow instead), went to psychology (and we finished the chapter early so no class friday!!!), and since then i’ve been in the library writing this.

here’s my plan for surviving this semester: i’m gonna act like this is fuckin birdbox, but extreme version. he wants to get a reaction out of me, and he’s not gonna. from now on, any time that i’m outside of a building (and even most times that i’m indoors but not in class) I’m going to have headphones in, and look down at the ground (not like directly at my feet, but like looking forward but at the ground ahead of me) or at my phone. that way if he finds me, he still can’t get a reaction bc i’m visibly distracted in the only two senses that he can reach me through. i don’t think he would go as far as to try to touch me, so i should be safe.

i hate that i feel like i’m always on the defensive at my own damn college. i hate feeling like i can’t even walk around freely without being followed. but hopefully i just need to make it to fall, hopefully ucf doesn’t delay the opening of the downtown campus, hopefully i transfer in a few months and can *really* put this all behind me. then it’s all smooth sailing, just gonna go through my final two years at uni, then graduate, get a job in CPS for a few years, then go back to school for my master’s. from there become a licensed clinical social worker, so that i can maybe work for cps but in a hospital setting where i get paid more, buy a house, have a family. get out of orlando. (but i kinda like orlando...)

anyways it’s 6 o clock now, so in about 15 minutes i’m gonna leave the library, use the guidelines i wrote above, use the side entrance, and get to class.

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