#Im the doc in the first gif but im trying to figure out where to look LOLOL

[aenokiawrld]

★ 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ☆

boy, you make me make bad decisions…

a/n: first smut buds (it might be bad) i’ll be using female anatomy cause im still tryna figure out how to write for male anatomy. also sorry for the wait, i was busy graduating!

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: i gooned to this fic, unprotected sex, p in v sex, reader has some type of boobies, luffy a lil goofy during sex, sub!reader x softdom!luffy (?), no spoiler (no set arc), luffy is a genuinely nice dude, slight pet names: muffin, cutie

tags ✮⋆˙ enemies to lovers, afab!reader, luffy x marine!reader, post timeskip, no specific body type :), no set arc - no spoilers

now playing: bad decisions - ariana grande

“This is all your fault!”

“Aw, come on! It’s not that bad!”

“Not bad? NOT BAD?! Do you understand how embarrassing it is for me to be stuck with a degenerate pirate?!”

You grumbled, “Not only that, your loud mouth for us caught by those rowdy pirates.”

The rubber boy laughed at your statement, “Lighten up a little, muffin! My crew will rescue us soon!”

“Oh my god, General Garp is gonna be so pissed with me. He might kick me out for conspiring with a pirate and all my hard work will be down the drain,” You mutter to yourself as you bury your face into your knees.

“Oh yea, he’s my grandpa!” He snickered at your muttering.

“…I DON’T CARE, GO BACK TO SITTING IN YOUR CORNER LIKE I TOLD YOU EARLIER!”

He pouted, “Aw come on, muffin, we’re gonna be stuck in here for awhile so we might as well get to know each other for a bit.”

“Stop calling me muffin!”

“But… muf- OW HEY!”

You punched him hard enough to send him flying to the wall. You felt a vein about to burst on your forehead, “Call me that again and I’ll stuff sea stone prism down your throat! Actually, don’t refer to me at all, I would rather die than have a low life pirate speak my name.” The sound of your sea prism stone chains echoed in the cell as you crossed your arms.

“But I’m curious, why do you call me muffin?”

“Huh? Oh! Cause I thought you were cute when I first saw you!” He flashed a cheeky smile as he looked your way.

Your eyes widened as you heard his statement. How could he say that so casually?! And to a marine too! You couldn’t lie when you felt a bit pleased hearing the rubber pirate call you cute…but even so, the boy is still a pirate and you were taught that pirates were degenerates since you were a kid.

You slapped your flushed cheeks before turning towards him, “Yeah, I already know that buddy.”

“Then, why are you blush-”

“Oh my god, is that a plate of meat over there?” You attempted to distract him from

Luffy’s attention immediately changes gears, “WHERE?!!”

You watched in disbelief as the pirate sniffed the floor like a bloodhound looking for the imaginary “meat.”

“Hey! You lied to me! There isn’t any meat in here!”

“Are you actually this fucking dumb?”

“Nuh uh, Nami says I’m just mentally challenged!”

You facepalmed, “Are we seriously around the same age? Because you sound like you’ve never stepped foot in an educational institute AT ALL.”

“What?! No…maybe you’re right…but I’m smart in a way!”

“You look like you don’t know how to read a Dr. Seuss book in your life.”

“Why would I care for doctor seuss? I already have Chopper for that!”

“He’s not an actual doc- OK, you know what? Think whatever you like,” you frustratedly pinched the bridge of your nose from the rubber boy’s stupidity.

“Look, Luffy, don’t try get all buddy-buddy with me just because we’re stuck in the same cell.”

He pouted, “Aw come on, lighten up a lil! We’re stuck together so we might as well make the best of it.”

You sighed before laying your head on the palm of your hand, “Well, pirates and marines don’t really mix, bud. You’re just gonna waste your time as well as mine.”

He laughed, “Well you called me ‘bud’ so i’m gonna assume we can still be friends. I have a friend who is a marine.”

You laughed at his outrageous statement, “Your friend….a marine? That’s gotta be one of your funniest jokes.”

He pouted, “No, i’m serious! His name is Koby!”

Your laughter came to a halt hearing the familiar name, “Koby…KOBY?! We both work under Vice Admiral Garp!”

“Oh yeah, we go way back. Ask him and he’ll know!” The rubber boy laughed.

“Aha…no.”

“Hey! I’m telling the truth, ya know,” he pouted.

“Right, and I’m Optimus Prime.”

“YOU ARE??”

“NO?? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

His jaw practically dropped to the floor, “You almost got me there I can’t lie.”

You facepalmed at his stupidity. It was unbelievable that someone this stupid existed in your eyes. You wanted to stretch his stupid face and throw him against the wall so bad.

“So, Muffin, you got a boyfriend?”

You looked at him confused with a dangerous red tint forming on your cheeks, “Wha- no! I mean, it’s not really a priority for me…”

“And stop calling me muffin! I have a name and it’s [name]!”

“Well, I don’t feel like calling you that…Can I just call you cutie?” The rubber boy laughed at his own comment.

“Don’t you dare-”

“Come on, [name]…I wasn’t lying when I said I think you’re really cuteeee!” His voice became more flirty yet playful.

The proximity between you too had become tight and close. Your arms were practically touching the more Luffy scooted towards you. Your cheeks started to become warm.

“Luffy, that’a enou-”

“Come on, Muffin. I really wanna know you more. I don’t care if you’re a marine, you’re really….attractive.”

“C-come on now, do you really wanna do thi-”

He got closer to your face with a devilish smirk, “[Name], I’m fine with it if you’re fine with it…Because I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Luffy…This is so inappropriate! What if we get caught,” you yell in a hushed tone.

“Oh, so you’re up for it,” he wiggles his brows.

You really wanted to hate him so badly, yet, the feeling between your legs started to ache for pleasure. The way his breath hit your face when he talks to you sensually wasn’t helping either. Maybe, it wouldn’t hurt being on Santa’s naughty list just for this moment.

“Fuck, i’m so getting fired for this…”

———

“Shh, if you keep making those noises, they might hear us.”

Your cries of pleasure were muffled into your hand as you he increased the speed of his fingers abusing your needy pearl. The feeling of his growing bulge only fueled your drive for more as it intensified the heat growing inside your stomach.

“Lu- hah..Luffy, no more!”

“Muffin…we all know you want the opposite,” he bit the lobe of your ear.

“Fu…uck, If you keep doing this I might-“

“Do it, cause I still got more things I wanna do with you,” he smirked into your ear.

You yelped as you felt two fingers insert into your sopping hole, the electricity in your body shocking down your spine. Luffy loved the way your body reacted to his fingers gliding along your gummy walls.

You moaned into your hand, “Luffy!”

“Come on, Muffin, how about you cum for me?” That same devilish smirk was painted on his face again.

“In your dreams, Strawhat.”

He halted his action, “Then, I won’t continue.”

You opened your eyes before looking at him with pleading eyes, “No- wait, please.”

He looked at you with sultry eyes while keeping that stupid smirk, “Say that for me again, Muffin.”

With tears in your eyes, “please?”

Immediately after hearing those words, he swiftly shifted your body between his legs, leaving your face between his thighs. You gulped as you stared at the now prominent bulge in his jeans. Guess having rubber abilities has its perks outside of combat.

A moan escaped his mouth as you kissed his clothed crotch, leaving a wet stain on his washed jeans before zipping his fly down. Your hand trails along the slit of his boxers before freeing his cock.

His tip was a flushed red with a tan color that accented it as it leaked with pre cum, the sticky string of the milky substance connecting with your middle finger as you lightly touched it.

After a few moments of contemplation, you slowly fisted his twitching cock with your sea stone prism cuffed hand. His lewd moans and grunts echoing in your ear as you pleasured the straw hat captain with lust in your eyes.

With your salivated mouth, you slowly lowered your head onto his cock, struggling to reach to the base. The vibrations from your gagging sending shivers down his spine from the pleasure it sent to his balls.

“Shit…[Name], for someone who hates talking, you know how to put that mouth to use.” The rubber boy chuckled at your fucked out face.

You felt his hand guide the motion of your head as he fucked your mouth like a fleshlight, the thought of him using you like caused your hand to lower down your needy clit.

The rubber boy caught your hand before you could touch yourself as he guided them towards his sensitive balls, “If you squeeze here, it feels 10x better.” Again, giving that same lewd smirk.

You muffle a ‘mhmm’ to him before following his lead, your sight has become blurry from the tears accumulating from your ducts as you continued to take on his size.

“Ah…[Name], I can feel it coming. You don’t got to swallow if ya don’t want to.”

Just as he said that, you felt a warm thick liquid fill your mouth before you unlatched your mouth from his still erect cock. Your lips had become swollen and red.His flushed tip twitched as it continued pumping out hot cum, dripping onto the floor like candle wax.

You coughed up the lingering pale liquid from your mouth before gasping for air from the lack of access to your mouth airway. He noticed your discomfort before gently wiping the residue off your face and patting your back.

“Hey, you good?” a genuine caring tone resonating from his question.

You catch your breath, “Y-yeah, just not used to how…um…big it is.”

He inspected the look on your face before smiling, “Don’t hesitate to use the safe word if you’re uncomfortable. You remember it right?!”

You sighed, “Yes, it’s ‘meat.’”

“Atta girl,” a lewd smirk appearing on his face again.

“Now, how’s bout time you get on top again, Cutie,” he looked at you mischievously before signaling you on his lap.

You flutter your wet lashes before slowly moving on top of him, hovering over his hard cock still wet with hot cum. Your pussy was practically dripping in anticipation as his tip kissed your entrance. Before you could lower yourself on him, you felt your top and come undone, the buttoned shirt and black lacy bra falling down to the hard concrete floor. Your exposed nipples were nipped by the sudden chill of the air.

Luffy licked his lips at the sight of your breasts like a hungry hyena awaiting its prey. He started off slow as he collided his lips onto yours, reaching down to your neck, and slowly moving down towards your chest area as he latched onto one of your nipples.

Your pretty moans and whimpers were music to his ears as he desperately sucked the hardened nipples. He became obsessed with sucking the skin around your breast area as he left his dark purple marks around, you felt your mind go at ease knowing the marks will be out of sight from the other cadets.

“Luffy- shit…”

“Mmm’ i’m sorry, you just got some nice tits that’s all.”

If you weren’t blushing already, he would’ve definitely commented about your tomato-colored face. You lightly punch his shoulder before giggling at his silly comment.

“You’re weird you know that,” you giggled jokingly.

You swore you saw devil horns form on his head as he grabbed your hips and slowly lowered your desperate pussy onto his cock, causing you to let out a soft whine.

“A-ah!”

He quickly covered your mouth, “You’re so cute when you make those noises but we gotta be quiet if you don’t wanna whole show on us.”

“Ah, sorry, I’ll do my best.”

He gives you a reassuring smile before bucking his hips in a gentle manner as to not hurt you, his hands on your hips were still guiding you as to not disrupt the momentum.

You clawed at his chest as you felt your walls tighten around his girthy long cock, it felt nothing like the toys you secretly hid in your cabin. Your walls were still sensitive from the initial orgasm you had from Luffy fingering you earlier.

“Agh- faster, please.”

You smashed your lips onto his as you slipped your tongue inside, exploding the crevice of his mouth. Your hips switched to autopilot as the increase of your speed caused Luffy’s hands to lose momentum, letting you do most of the work.

You swallowed the moans that had escaped from his mouth as he matched the speed of his hips with yours. The room had echoed with the sound of squelching and moans as you humped eachother like rabbits in heat.

“Fuck, fuck, your pussy feels so good on my cock, [name].” His tongue still intertwined with yours. This was so much better than masturbating in his cabin after a long fight.

You felt your core tighten as you felt your gummy walls become violated from his large cock stretching you out. His tip kissing the nerves in your cervix as you let out cute whines into his mouth. God, it was just riling him up even more.

“Luffy, Luffy! Oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum!”

He pants into your ear, “Fuck, me too. You want it inside, Cutie?”

“Y-yes, fuck. I want your hot cum in me please, strawhat…”

Hearing the his nickname sent his cock twitching inside of you before spilling his seed inside your tender walls, causing your pussy to flutter from pleasure. The fucked our face he made was so sexy, it made your heart skip a beat then and there.

He moaned and whined as you rode out his now sensitive cock like a fuck toy before you felt your core tighten from your sensual release, white liquid dripping down your inner thighs before coating his cock even more.

You felt a bit embarrassed yet satisfied to get your pent up sexual energy flowing out. You collapsed on top of him as you both were attempting to catch your breaths, your faces adoring a bright red tint on your cheeks.

The angel on your shoulder is telling you this is wrong, yet, you couldn’t help but feel a bit…proud. Sure, you hated pirates and did anything to stand on that moral compass, but getting a good dick down by an attractive pirate? Who fucking cares?

“So, [name], did I change your opinion on pirates?”

A suggestive smirk appeared on your face,

“Maybe another round might change my mind…”

#fanfic #monkey d. luffy #one piece #smut #one piece smut #luffy x reader #luffy smut #cheese #straw hat luffy #straw hat pirates #oneshot

[storge]

Wu Lei | Love Like the Galaxy

#Love Like The Galaxy #星汉灿烂 #cdramaedit #asiandramanet #cdrama #dailyasiandramas #mymymy #ep 12 #👀👀👀👀👀 #i meannnnnnn #👀👀👀 #i never really considered wu lei as a hottie hottie but i meannnnnnnn #i gotta give the man his credit #he put in the work #i hear someone say people think he is too skinny but you cant have it all friendssssss #so i will happily take what im getting #im a fan and this servicing me #and excuse me but.. THE ARMMMMM VEINNNNNNNNNNNNN THANK YOU IM BLESSEDDDDDD #Im the doc in the first gif but im trying to figure out where to look LOLOL #in all srsness tho this doc saying sorry i dont do surgery like dangg lol at least he was honest even if maybe meant more trouble

[voidwritesstuff]

The Blaze/The ember level tapes.

Cw: mentions of abusive household. Mentuins of gaslighting, adoption, age gap between Lucas and Jerico (not in a weird way!)

Level beggining:

Desmond: afternoon jerico, how are you?

Jerico, is looking towards the door: oh im alright, I uh[She seems distracted in a good way] I ran into one of your patients just now, guy in his 50s, has dog tags?

Desmond: Lucas? Whats he doing here so early?

Jerico,with an audible smile: yes him! He thought he was running late[giggle]

[End tape one]

Desmond: so, whats been going on?

Jerico: well...where to start-- in our first session a few months back I told you about my upbringing. Well, this week has just been hell

Desmond: tell me about it, this Is a safe space

Jerico: my mot-- you know who has been on my ass again. She talked shit about my adoptive family and its just- its like she cant see me happy.

Desmond: that sounds awful, im sorry

Jerico: she says [high pitched,annoying voice] "how could you replace your biological family?! I gave you everything! You know how Many people would like to have a mother like me?!" [She coughs out the Word mother with anger].

Desmond: I thought you told her to stop?

Jerico: I did. She didnt listen

[End tape 2]

Jerico: I didnt pay her no mind. I blocked her, and just when I thought I could go on about my day, he shows up.

Desmond: your biological father I assume?

Jerico: yep. He tried harrasing me telling me how my dad Ray is not manly enough,how he stole me away from him.

Desmond: im so sorry, this must have been very stressfull for you.

Jerico: I yelled at him for a solid fifteen minutes before I hung up and left my phone in my bedroom.

[End tape three]

Desmond: I would like to know what you feel towards your parents a little more, what happened to you.

Jerico: every time I tell people of my trauma and abuse they brush it off. Sometimes I feel like im making things up.

Desmond: thats something called gaslighting, an abusers favorite tool. I promise you that whatever you tell me ill Belive you,please, go on ahead

Jerico: its gonna get grim really fast,are you sure?

Desmond: yes.

Jerico: dont say I didnt warn you.

[End tape 4]

Level ending:

Desmond: oh jerico im so sorry...

Jerico: I told you.

Desmond: what your bilogical parents did was abuse, you are right. I Belive you.

Jerico: thank you,you dont know how much I needed that.

[End tape 1]

Desmond: your biological parents had no right to treat you like that, you were just a child figuring out the world. You didnt need to be perfect.

Jerico: try n tell em that.

Desmond: im sorry your voice was never heard, I cant begin to imagine the pain and anger you Carry

Jerico: there are days I feel like the screams I could never let out Will burn through my throat, that ill die with all this hatred in my veins. If it doesnt kill me first ,that is

Desmond: I promise you it wont,im here to help.

[End tape 2]

Desmond: all those things that you needed to be patient and stop complaining were ways to Keep you silent. You were right.

Jerico: It was such bullshit!

Desmond: it was,you were standing up for yourself, which is the right thing to do. You are not a difficult child for having needs, you were and still are a great daughter anyone would be happy to have. Your adoptive par- your parents are so proud of you

Jerico,audible smile: they are,they tell me every day.

[End tape 3]

Desmond: thats good to hear,you deserve it. [Clock goes off] I think our time Is up.

Jerico: it is, well..thanks. I needed to let everything out

Desmond: always glad to help. [Pause] oh! On your way out tell Lucas to come in

Jerico: Will do!

[A little distant]

Jerico: Lucas! Hey, uh the doc says its your turn

Lucas: thanks- [pause]hey uh..are those tears?

Jerico,sniffing: yeah it uh..got emotional.

Lucas, concerned and very soft sounding of not a little protective: are you okay?

Jerico: im...[short pause] getting there I think.

Lucas: thats uh- good. Hey uh before you go uh...[a little too long pause]. C-can I get yo-your number? Please dont think im some dirty old Man

Jerico,laughs: yeah, hold on. [Scribbling]. Here...and dont worry, I dont think youre some creepy old Man.

Lucas:oh- g great!

Jerico: have a nice day,lieutenant cole

Lucas, audible smile: you too, Ms.Castro.

[End tape 4]

#oc: the blaze/the ember ism #ism lucas #ism desmond

[marveliter]

Numb | Doc Ock

Summary: After being spooked by your run and the reappearance of Doc Ock, you try your best to coax Otto out from your bedroom to show him you’re alright.

A/N: I love this gif it’s so cute and funny, and I absolutely love watching the behind the scenes of any movie but Spiderman 2 has some interesting bts with the actuators and the puppetry! However, the gif is the only thing that’s going to be happy, small spoiler just in case; also, i hope the distinction btwn the voices and actuators is clear...i think the actuators would be nice to otto and love the reader so im trying to get that started, so I know in spiderman 2 the actuators tell him to rob the bank but i wanna change that like they did in NWH; there are some warnings here: cleaning up blood (only a paragraph but it’s talked about), a few flashbacks that talk of blood, Otto goes nonresponsive in conversation and appears lifeless, scared reader and that should be it 

The Single Word Series 

You did your best to clean the blood out of his clothes. It wasn’t as bad as cleaning his knuckles, or the actuators, though, some blood still remained in places where the metal touched another metallic piece.        Otto was quiet. So, very, very quiet. Ever since you pulled him out of his Doc Ock mindset, he didn’t utter any word after he apologized when you pulled him out of the alley and back to your apartment. He had this look in his eyes that was worse than looking defeated. He looked numb, pale, distant, gone. You both were sitting in the bathroom in your bedroom, white and colored towels surrounding the two of you, the white towels used first now covered in dry blood as you use the colored ones to clean up the last of the blood from the actuators.        They allowed you to clean inside their claws, all four of them. It was like they had trusted you all along, and you figured you were finally granted some trust from them, but you noticed something, thought on it: if Otto had control over them, why weren’t they as dead-looking as he was right now. After you had cleaned Otto’s top left actuator, they tried to grab his attention, but he wasn’t reacting. It was like he was stuck in his body, but he showed no signs of wanting to react or show emotion. Some moments looked to you as if he wasn’t even breathing. 

      You talked to him, trying to get a response out of him, but when Otto remained still. . .remained numb, you only talked to him, decided that was the best way to try and coerce him back out of his mind.        “This is an easy fix,” you sniffed, trying not to upset Otto if and when he came back out of his mind. “Hydrogen peroxide gets blood out of anything--this is fine--it’s going to be alright,”        Maybe you needed to shut up in order to get him to talk. So you did, but you still told him, “You’re okay,” and “Don’t worry,” even though he gave you the same blank expression.        His clothes didn’t have as much blood on them as you expected, which was good, but the blood was enough to drip from his hands and onto his crewneck and pants. Also, he wasn’t moving. Otto was numb.        His dark eyes didn’t move, and the actuators looked at him like worried dogs, looking at each other and then at you as you gathered all the bloody towels. You didn’t notice the actuators looking at you for answers until you were holding all the towels in your hands, and you knew they were asking you to fix him. You knew they now looked to you to do something.        You sighed, trying to think of a plan as you left the bathroom to go stuff all the towels in the dirty clothes basket in your bedroom, so you left Otto alone in the bathroom. 

      The actuators looked at Otto. 

      She cares about him, said one actuator. She really cares about him.        Even after this, said the second. She’s still helping him.        She’s terrified, said the third. She won’t help for much longer.        This is why she can’t be near us, said the fourth, he shut down because of her. 

      The actuators turned in the direction of the open bathroom door hearing you stumble in your bedroom. 

      His mind is broken, said the first actuator.        His mind has been broken, said the second.        We’re stuck, whimpered the third.        Not unless she gets his attention, said the fourth. 

      When you came back into the bathroom, you noticed the actuators watching you, staring at you with closed claws. They seemed. . .tame. You eyed them carefully as you sat back down on your tiled floor across from Otto, his face the same broken, depressed stare into space.        “Otto,” you said softly, touching his hand. “Are you alright?”        When he still didn’t reply, didn’t react to your voice or you touching his hand, you let go, knowing that it was best to let him work through his thoughts. But you weren’t going to leave him alone.        You tried to smile without shaking. “I’ll be right back,” you told him as you stood from the floor once more, walking out of the bathroom, out of your bedroom as well until you were in the living room. 

      Thinking you were in the clear, well enough so that he couldn’t hear you, you start crying.        What. The. Hell?        You covered your mouth as you close your eyes, letting the frightened tears you’d been holding in fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t unhear the sound of Otto’s fist colliding with the raw, broken skin of the man in the alley. You couldn’t unsee how bloody the man’s face was, how red Otto’s fists were, or how determined Otto looked to make the man pay for what he did to you.        Otto did that all for you.        No, you thought. Doc Ock did that all for me.        You tried convincing yourself, and for a moment, you had, but really, you knew that Doc Ock was not an alter ego. He was Otto, just buried until something flipped his switch.        You were terrified. Your thoughts, everything good you thought about Otto, were starting to burn, dissolve like sugar in water. Everything good must come to an end, but there was one tiny part of you that wanted to keep trying to think positively, because how could someone who’s been so kind to you immediately turn into something they’re not? 

      You cursed yourself for being so stupid for having hope, because other than the day you brought Otto back to your apartment, there was only the one time he was Doc Ock, but it was only for a mere second. He had been sick and confused, and exhausted. And then he was Otto, the man who cleaned your apartment to help you out, the man who had called you lovely when you thought you were so insecure, he was the man who had held your hand because he was nervous going back outside. He found safety in you, as you had started finding comfort in him. . .but now?        What do you think of him now?        As your thoughts fumble and you press your hand harder to your mouth, you hear a sharp little noise.        Click.        It sounded metallic.        Click. Click. 

      You spin around to see the claw of an actuator that was hovering a few inches above the ground in the doorway of your bedroom. You had a staring contest with it, wondering if it was going to jump at you--but how could it with Otto slumped in the bathroom attached to it? Your brows furrow at the claw, which closes and opens to make the clicking sound. After a few moments more, you slowly approach the claw, and as you grow closer to it, the claw slithers back into the bedroom. You pause, as it freaks you out for a moment, but then the claw is back in the doorway, urging you to follow. You think of it as a puppy, and wonder how such a robotic thing could be so sentient after being so mean to you. Then again, you had seen the one side of Otto he never wanted to show you.        People can change. . .as can robots.        You were led back into the bathroom, the sight of Otto still and lifeless with those sad, drained eyes staring off into space was enough to bring waterfalls to your eyes. The one actuator that led you, Otto’s bottom left one, was curled back towards him, looking between Otto, the other actuators, and you. Then all four robotic tentacles looked to you.        “What?” you asked them softly as you kneeled back down on your bathroom floor. When the actuators looked from you to Otto and back to you, you sighed, “He’s not responding to anything I do. And why are you all liking me now? Why do you want to help Otto now too?” 

      You watched as the actuators look at each other, their open claws tilting like heads, as if they were saying, What is she talking about? When they looked back to you, you eyed them with a small sneer, but when they whirred and spun their open claws, they sounded frantic.        “I don’t know what to do,” you started crying again, not sobbing, just crying. “You’re apart of him, I’m sure you guys had part in making this happen. I can’t reach him--”        You finally started sobbing, hanging your head and pressing your fists into the tile floor.        I can’t reach him. 

      The actuators watch as you wipe your eyes, though it’s like wiping water on water.        “Is he alright?” you asked the actuators. “Can you even tell?”        The actuators looked at each other, then at Otto. They whirred and clicked a few times, but nothing happened. Otto blinked, and that’s the only movement you got from him. Your chest caved in and you closed your eyes. You did the only thing you could again.        You took both his hands, your thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the backs of them. Sniffing, you cleared your throat and began to talk.        “I don’t know if you can hear me,” you told Otto. “But I want you to know something,” you swallowed hard. “You scared the shit out of me today. You scared me so much. I hate what you did to that man--it didn’t need to happen like that.” 

      The actuators looked at each other. 

      What is she doing? asked the first.        She hates him. whispered the second.        I knew it. . .whined the third.        She’ll want us gone--want him gone. said the fourth. 

      You pursed your lips. “But I understand how you were trying to protect me.” The actuators perked up at this. “What you did isn’t okay, and I won’t forget it, but I know you hate yourself for it, but know that I don’t hate you for it.” 

      The actuators watched you. 

      She’s forgiving him. . .said the first.        Forgiving us, said the second.        Forgiving him, forgiving us, said the third.        But does she mean it? asked the fourth. 

      “Please,” you whispered, gently squeezing his hands. “Please, come back to me.” 

      Go back to her.        She needs you.        Like you need her.        You need her. 

      Not a moment later did you feel the small sensation of his hands squeezing back. It was light, a little weak, but you knew that somewhere in there, Otto could hear you.        It would just take some time. 

#doc ock #otto octavius #spiderman #peter parker #doc oct #doctor octopus #otto octavius x you #otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #doc ock x you #spider nwh

[ilyjohnb]

a/n: sorry this took so long! i think i actually like this one! in case anyone is interested, im posting this on my wattpad now! link on pinned post. **gif credit to @lydiaas**

requester: anon “ “Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.” maybe this with john b… but it does turn out to be broken and he needs surgery?”

summary: when Rafe Cameron is bothering you, John B doesn’t hesitate to hurt himself to help you

warnings: fighting and a broken arm, both of which are not graphically detailed

word count: 1138

You loved being a Pogue, except when one specific boy Kook ruined everything. Your parents were Kooks, and everyone expected you, Y/n Y/l/n to be one too. Life simply didn't work that way. You loved hanging with your 3 best friends and your boyfriend. But those 3 dumb kooks always tried to remind you of what you were supposed to be.

This particular instance happened at the annual Bonfire. JJ, Kiara, and Pope all had something better to do, which you didn’t blame them. The bonfire was like any other party that happened all year. John B was right by your side, kissing you and returning the glare Rafe Cameron was sending his way. Everything was going fine, until of course John B had to leave and do something. Rafe made his way over. You backed up as far as you could, but they eventually caught up.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You backed up to the point where you were out of sight from everyone at the bonfire. Which meant that nobody could see Rafe, which means they also couldn't see that you needed help.

“Where's your goons this time?”

“Don’t need them. Not when I have you, the Kook Princess.”

“I’m not a Kook.”

He stepped closer, too close. “I think that the weak-ass excuse of a boyfriend manipulated you into thinking that. You're a Kook. Same as me, same as Sarah, and same as everyone who lives on Figure 8, which you legally do. I think.” He gently smiled over in your direction, lcking his lips. “you need someone to help you remember that.”

“Oh is that right Rafe?” John B asked.

Rafe charged at him, knocking him over. John B got the first punch in by the time you made it over there to help him. Rafe managed to stand up, but you kicked Rafe in the back of his knees making him collapse.

“I think it’s best if you leave now, Rafe.” You seethed.

“You know I'm right, Y/n. Just think about it!” He shouted as he ran over to his car to leave.

You scoffed before running over to John B.

“John B I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault that some dumbass Kook felt the need to try and mack on you.”

You pouted. “Well, I’m still sorry.”

You leaned in and hugged him, so he leaned down for a kiss, but you felt his hand being held at an awkward angle.

“John B? Stick up your hands.” You saw him, his hand was stiff and his fingers were bent. “Did you mess up something in your hand?”

“Uh, probably.”

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“Fuck, ow.” He tried, but ultimately couldn’t.

“We need to get you to a hospital bubs.”

“Why?”

“Since you can’t wiggle your fingers, it’s probably a break.”

You took him home first, grabbing him a shirt and an ice pack. You walked back to the car and helped him slip the shirt on, opening the door of the van for him so he could get back in.

“I’m supposed to be opening the door for you.” He pouted.

“You broke your hand for me, I think that’s enough chivalry for the night.”

After waiting for an hour, he was taken back and they x-rayed his hand while I sat and waited in the room. Eventually, he came back.

“How’d it go?”

“Great I think I aced it.”

“That’s not how it works, you know what? Good job babe.”

Right after, a man came in.

“Mr. Routledge?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hi I’m Doctor Jones,” He reached over and shook both of our hands.

“So it is indeed a break.”

“Nothing that a cast can’t fix, right doc?” John B tried to laugh but stopped when he saw the doctor didn’t look like he agreed with his statement.

“In most cases, yes. The problem with your arm,” He pulled up the X-ray and showed it to us. “Is that you’ve broken both of the bones. We'll put you in a splint for now, but you’ll need to come back in after your swelling goes down. Just fill in this paperwork and confirm that someone will pick you up, and we’ll get that scheduled for you.”

You helped him with the boring paperwork. He got his splint put on and then he was all set for the next three days when his surgery was.

“I don’t want surgery, y/n! I’m fine.” He grumbled.

“No, you’re not bubs. It’ll be okay. I’m dropping you off and then picking you up too.”

You sat in the waiting room for the last half-hour of the surgery. You had spent the time cleaning up a little so it wouldn’t be hard for John B to get around after he got home.

“Ms. Y/l/n?”

You looked up at the same doctor who went over the x-rays with you.

“Yes, I’m here for John Routledge. He had wrist surgery this morning.”

“Ah yes. The surgery went well and with no complications. If he leaves the splint on, and eventually the cast, and comes to his physical therapy after he’s done healing he should get full use of his arm again.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Am I allowed to see him?”

“Yes, he’s in room 210. It’s down the hall here on the left.” He pointed.

You nodded and took off to see John B. You honestly didn’t know what you were expecting. This was a little different than wisdom teeth removal surgery. You had absolutely no clue how he would be.

Post-surgery John B was tired. He was in the splint again as they waited for the swelling to recede after the surgery.

“Hi, Y/n.” He smiled up at you.

“How are you feeling, bubs?”

“Now that you’re here I feel perfect. Wanna know why?”

“Why?” You smiled, amused.

“Because you’re perfect. Excuse me, ma’am.”

The nurse who was writing something on his chart looked up at him, no sign of being annoyed was present on her face.

“My girlfriend is perfect, isn’t she?”

“John B!” You gently scolded. “You’re gonna embarrass me.”

“But you are and everyone needs to know that you are.” He pouted.

“Wait, shit. Don’t cry bubs. I’m sorry. Wanna go home and have ice cream?”

He nodded and you gently wiped away his tears with your thumbs. You quickly signed the discharge paperwork and then you were all set. You held the hand of his good arm as he was wheeled out of the hospital. You gently put him in the front seat and smiled over at him when you were both buckled in and ready to go.

John B was a keeper, and you were so glad to have someone like him in your life.

#john b routledge #outer banks #john b imagine #john b x reader #john b x fem!reader #john b one shot #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #my writing

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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[iamanonniemouse]

1 and 25 for the writer asks :D

ROOMIE DROPPING AN ASK IN MY INBOX OMG :heart_eyes:

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

OHMYGOD YOU DONT START SMALL HUH?????

Okay uhhhhhhh so if we think about current projects in terms of things I am actively writing right now as opposed to ... you know, gazing soulfully at then ignoring???

NaNoWriMo2020 - bb’s on its fourth rewrite but we’re almost at 50k with all those start-overs so YAY WORDS. My main character Marcus is still a dumbass, but we love him anyway. Cassidy and Laura totally steal the show anyway. Marcus who??? 

A/S/E/Painter - the third installment to my gently smutty series with @stormofsharpthings. I sent her a doc with notes the other day as a tease despite the fact we both have other things we should be working on

Secret Saito 2020 - SSHHHHH ITS A SECRET

Inception/TOG Crossover - Probably next on my list in terms of what I want to actively chip away at. Arthur has met the old guard, and they’re about to talk. I have this image of a scene in my head where, once Arthur and Eames find out about the whole “healing” thing, they’re like, well OBVIOUSLY we need to test it, do you want to shoot me first, or vice versa? And they like, figure it out (“I think it’s your turn, darling”) and Arthur shoots Eames point blank in the head without blinking, and Eames just, you know, falls. And there’s silence and then Joe goes, “I like them a lot.” And obviously the minute Eames wakes up arthur goes, wow you need to see that, shoot me, okay???

Inception/The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Crossover - I kinda squeed at @deinvatiwrites after seeing a comment she’d written about this idea, and she confessed that she had started a fic already and asked if I wanted to join in, so this will happen eventually. REALLY.

LOOK THERE ARE OTHERS IM IGNORING BUT IT’S FINE EVERYTHINGS FINE

I did brainstorm a fic with you, vec, of Inej buying Kaz canes every time she leaves and Kaz slowly gets this collection of amazing, gorgeous canes and I still would love to write that but also you know me, so no promises XD

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Hmmmmmmm the dialogue??? like, letting the characters just run wild on the page and seeing where they end up. more than half of the stuff I write is not pre-planned, I am a total pantser through and through, so it’s always fun to see what these idiots in my head come up with XD

For example, in Skins to Shed, I hadn’t planned out that entire reveal and stuff throughout the story trying not to do spoilers like eames just kept cONFESSING MORE SECRETS and i was like DAMN MY DUDE, THAT’S MORE THAN A FEW

#omg i get asks now #mousie rambles #my writing

[xsixxx]

Bad Influence, Chapter Eight

Authors note: Hiya guys, it's been a while 🤙🏻 Sorry for the wait, I've had a rough few weeks, so I took a break from a lot of stuff, Tumblr included, but I'm back & I've been working on this chapter piece by piece. It was originally supposed to be longer but I've decided to split it into two separate chapters, which means at least the first part of ch.9 is written!

Thank you all for baring with me, I'm sorry for the wait!

So on with the goddamn show 🤟🏻

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, love triangle awkwardness, Beth being a super slut, loads of angst

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(I've given up trying to find matching GIFs for the chapter so here's one of Erin Moriarty who is legit Beth in my head)

*Beths POV*

I rolled out of my bed, pulling on a tshirt & yawning as I went. I glanced across at the naked rockstar, asleep in my bed, which had become quite a common occurrence since the KISS tour ended for Mötley.

Vinces blonde hair lay feathered around his sleeping features & I couldn’t help that girlish feeling of excitement & smugness in my stomach as it struck me, as it does every morning that I wake up next to Vince, that this beautiful man that women threw themselves at, wanted to be sharing my bed.

I smirked to myself as I slipped silently out of the room & made my way into the kitchen.

“Coffee?” Came the always chirpy voice of Tommy, who was grinning ear to ear as he stood in just his boxers in the midddle of the kitchen, changing the filter in the coffee machine. I eyed him up & down, trying to muffle my giggle at the sight of his long chicken legs in all their glory.

“Please.” I mused back to him, smiling.

“Good night?” He winked, catching sight of my yawn as I draped myself lazily against the wall.

"Probably about as good as yours from the sounds of it," I sniggered, "I thought we were having a competition at one point!"

Tommy let out a loud, hearty laugh that immediately made me giggle. His happiness was infectious.

He poured out the coffee into two mugs before sliding me a sly smile as he opened up one of the cupboards & produced a bottle of whiskey. "Fancy making it Irish?" He chuckled.

"Tommy, it's like 10am!" I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"So?! It'll get us in the mood for tonight! You're still coming, right?" He asked as he poured way more than a shot into each of the coffee mugs & handed one to me. I rolled my eyes at his offer of corruption, but my smile betrayed my & I took it from him, more than willingly.

"Of course, you really think Vince would let me miss it?!" I snorted, taking a sip of what was, let's face it, 1/3 whiskey with a coffee mixer. I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as the alcohol hit the back of my throat & immediately warmed my chest, chasing away any remnants of lathergy I might've had. "He's desperate to show off for me, it's been so long since I've seen you guys play!"

"He won't be the only one up there showing off for you." Tommy said, smirking behind his mug as he took an impressive gulp without so much as a blink.

I feigned innocence. "What, are you gonna twirl around your little sticks to try & impress me, T-Bone?" I winked, sticking out my tongue cheekily as he playfully nudge my shoulder, his laughter ringing around the kitchen once again.

"You wish girly," he sniggered. "You know who I'm talking about."

I pretended to rub my chin thoughtfully. "I didn't know Mick had a thing for me.."

Tommy let out another infectious laugh that instantly had me giggling along with me.

"So," he started as we both composed ourselves & I took another sip of my drink "Does Vince know what you & Nikki have been up to then then?" Tommy winked.

I nearly choked on my mouthful of whisky as I clamped my hand over Tommys mouth, peering out of the kitchen door to check we weren't in danger of being heard.

I removed my hand from Tommys mouth to reveal a grin behind it. "So it is true!"

"What, n-no!" I stumbled, knowing I wasn't fooling him, not even close. I relented, sighing as I did. "Goddamn it Sixx, can't keep his mouth shut.."

"Oh, Sixx didn't tell me." He smirked, "I see how you guys act, it's not hard to put the pieces together, you hate each other a little too much." He laughed, his grin growing wider. "I'm kinda surprised Vinny hasn't figured it out yet either.."

I scoffed. "If Vince ever noticed anything other than pussy or his fucking hair, then hell must be freezing over."

"Babe, if hell is freezing over, it's only because you've been warming the devil's bed." Tommy winked again, chuckling darkly as I took a swipe at his arm.

"Ok, well A," I started, as my hand caught him just below his shoulder sharply, wiping that grin off if his face. "I am not sleeping with Nikki! We kissed once! And B, how do you know I call him the devil?!" I asked sheepishly, my face flushing red with embarrassment.

Tommys mouth grew wide again as he rubbed his arm where I'd hit him. "Oh Sixx loves that shit, he brags about it all the time to us!" Sniggered T-Bone, before noticing my face & visibly grimacing. "I said too much again, didnt I? Beth, I'm sorry! He doesn't take the piss or anything," he rushed, stumbling over his words, "you just know him, that sorta shit builds up his ego, calling him the Devil is probably the biggest compliment you could give that twisted fucker!"

I groaned aloud as I downed the last of my whiskey with one swift gulp, hoping it might chase away my memory of the last 5 minutes.

"I can't believe you know!" I moaned, hanging my head.

"I can't believe you thought you guys were being subtle!"

"T-Bone, you gotta keep this to yourself ok? I like how things are with me & Vince right now, we're having fun & I kinda wanna keep it that way. And, for the love of God, don't tell Sophia. I can't be dealing with her disapproval on top of my dad's & my sister's right now." I finished, shaking my head. Tommy looked at me with that cute, dopey look that instinctively made me feel warm & trusting.

"I promise, I won't." He smiled affectionately. I could tell he meant it.

*Later*

*Nikkis POV*

I winked as I approached the gaggle of girls hanging around the door that lead to the backstage of the Whisky.

“Nikki, look for me in the front row.”

“Hey Nikki, cant wait to see the show tonight.”

“What are you doing afterwards Sixx?”

It was always the same. The girls always sounded the same, saying the same things, hoping to be the one to grab my attention that night. They were all starting to look the same too. The same hair, the same tight dresses, the same fake smile plastered on the same forgettable face.

Didn’t matter to me though. I fucking loved it.

I stopped next to them, leaning against the wall & flashing the arrogant smirk that never failed & I watched as they fell to pieces in front of me.

“So, what are you girls hanging around back here for?” I asked, making them giggle.

They babbled away, doing their best to impress me with their answers as I shut off, letting my eyes & my mind wander. I was halfway done mentally undressing them when a soft, flirty voice cut through the noise of the groupies.

“Hey rockstar, what’s a girl gotta do to get backstage?”

I turned my head, my eyes meeting with Beths before they trailed down every goddamn inch of her fine self. She was dressed in an oversized Led Zeppelin tshirt, tucked into a high waisted black denim mini skirt & white sneakers. She definitely wasn't like all the rest.

“Just show up looking like that, angel.” I smirked, not able to stop my eyes tracing her every curve. I strode towards Beth, leaving the wannabe groupies behind me without another word or thought, took her hand & lead her through the door.

“So when’s our next therapy session, Doc?” I mumbled, wrapping my arm around Beths waist, pulling her close as we walked.

Beth let out a forced laugh, wriggling away from me & glancing around quickly, checking we were alone. “Nikki, that night was purely for research purposes, we are not making that sharing circle a regular thing.” She said, her eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at me

“How about we just make the last part of our session a regular thing then?” I mumbled, placing my hands on her hips & pulling her into me once again, leaning my face towards hers, closing the gap between our lips.

Beth took a sharp step back & finally allowed her eyes to meet mine, a look on her face somewhere between panicked & scornful.

“What’s the matter, angel? Worried your boyfriend is going to see us?” I mocked, brashly reaching for her hand, but she snatched it away.

“Yes.” She snapped, before checking herself, blushing pink. “I mean, not that I think Vince is my boyfriend.. Obviously.” She stuttered as I let out an offhand chuckle.

“I should hope not.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Beth retorted, her whole body suddenly stiff & defensive.

“Calm down doll, I only meant that Vinny ain’t the dating kind, I don’t want you getting you hopes up.” I shrugged.

“I’m not one of those girl out there you know,” she gestured towards the door that lead to the faceless groupies. “I don’t crave this bands attention & I don’t need it. Maybe its me that wouldn’t date Vince, ever thought of that?!”

I raised my hands in surrender to her over-sensitive tirade. “That’s all good then, because Vince definitely isn’t gonna date you darlin’, so don’t get used to your sleepovers." I replied, a little too harshly as I let my jealousy seep into my words.

Beths face went dark & her usually soft features looked twisted & angry.

"What's with you tonight, I didn't realise it was possible for you be more of an asshole than normal." She barked.

"And I didn't realise it was possible for you to be more of a stuck up bitch, but I guess people can suprise you." I hurled back, irritated by her defensive attitude.

"Real fucking nice Sixx, thanks. And just when I was starting to think you weren't all bad after the other night.."

"Oh, so you do remember the other night?" I cut in sharply. "Because here's me thinking it must've all been in my head being as you've been doing everything in your power to avoid me since then & pretend like it didn't happen."

"Oh grow up Nikki, I haven't been avoiding you. I've been working & hanging out with Vince, I'm sorry I haven't had much chance to stroke your fucking ego for you."

"I could probably free up some of your time if I went & told Vince that little promise you made me the other night. What was it again? Something about making me kneel before you'?" I laughed smugly as Beth's eyes flashed with fury.

"Christ, you just can't stand the idea of someone turning you down, can you?"

I let out a dumbfounded laugh at her bold pretension. "Remind me Beth, when did you turn me down?. Was that before or after you asked me to kiss you? Or maybe when you were up on the kitchen counter, moaning into my mouth." I asked snidely.

She glowered at me. "What part of me still sleeping with Vince & refusing to kiss you just now makes you think that I'm interested in you?"

I was beginning grow infuriated with her condescension, how could she just pretend like the other night didn't mean shit? "Tell me, is Vince really that good in the sack?"

"And what's that got to do with anything?" Beth fired back, irritated.

"Must be a good fuck if you're willing to get attached to someone who's gonna drop you any day now." I shrugged, pretending I couldn't care less.

“So that's the plan, he gets bored of me & then what Nikki? I move on to you? You get to sleep with me & ‘fufil my dark fantasies’, twist me into someone as fucked up as you so you feel a little less alone?” She spat venomously, her voice cold & sharp, taking me by surprise. My body went rigid as I felt anger descend over me like a mist. Beths face flushed pale as mine turned red, but she remained stubborn, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

“Fine, fuck off with Vince.” I seethed, my jaw clenched & my mind ablaze with the thought of Vinnys hands on her, touching her like I’d not been able to stop thinking about touching her since that night he first took her home. “He'll get bored of you soon enough, I know I already am.” I finished bluntly, fixing Beth with a stone cold glare before spinning around on my heels & marching towards the backstage door. I leaned through, deciding I’d pick the first one that looked at me.

A tall, slender brunette in a tight red dress with fake tits & that usual fake smile glanced round, her eyes brimming with excitement when she spotted me.

“It’s your lucky day darlin.” I cooed, taking her by the hand & pulling her through the doorway & away from her fake ass friends. Probably for the best, they’d all hate her now anyway.

I turned back to face Beth, smug smile at the ready, trying to think up a shit-eating remark to say as I walked past her, but she'd already disappeared.

Fuck.

"So rockstar, where's your dressing room?" The brunette asked, her fingers finding their way under my shirt to my chest as she draped herself seductively around my arm.

I looked at her with uninterested eyes, my mind still entirely too focused on Beth.

I guess I could use the distraction, I thought, taking the brunettes hand & leading her down the hall & into the dressing room, untying my leather pants as we went.

*Later*

“And where the fuck is Vince?!” I yelled at Mick & Tom, tapping my foot impatiently as we all waited to the side of the stage.

“Not sure,” Tommy lied, badly, “I’m sure he’ll be here in a sec.”

“Pretty sure he’s in the toilet.” Mick mumbled, without looking up from tuning his guitar. Tommy nudged him nervously, but Mick just grunted, flicking him the middle finger without a glance.

I watched from the sidelines as Beth & Vince emerged from the toilet together, giggling like goddamn school kids. White hot jealousy burned through me, flooding my veins as saw them, hand-in-hand, disheveled hair & satisfied smiles plastered on their smug faces.

"Nice of you to fucking join us." I spat as they strolled over to us at their own pace, still laughing.

"Oh come on Nikki, we ain't due to go in for another 15 minutes, chill out man." Vince shrugged unconcerned, fueling my outrage with his nonchalance.

"You might care more about getting your fucking dick wet than you do this band Vince, but this shit actually matters to the rest of us, so either change your attitude or you can get the fuck out." I seethed, my eyes flitting dangerously to Beth, who had taken a cautious step back from me.

"Sixx man, come on," Tommy said, gripping my shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation. "it's not a big deal, we don't need this shit before the show."

I took a steady breath, trying to regain control over my temper. "Just go & change before you make us any later," I hissed at Vince through gritted teeth.

Beth lingered awkwardly as Vince waltzed off to the dressing room, unsure whether to follow him, stick around or simply leave. I decided to help her along with her decision.

"I think it's best you go." I said to her coldly, my bitter jealousy plainly obvious as I turned around & marched towards the back exit, desperate for a smoke.

"Nikki, wait-" Beth called out, following me outside into the cool night air.

"What do you want Lizzy?" I snapped, sparking up my cigarette & taking a long, deep inhale. "I've got nothing to say to you."

"I'm sorry-", she started, but I immediately interrupted.

"For what?! For fucking Vince & almost derailing my show?!”

Beths eyes narrowed. "I was going to apologise for what I said earlier, but yanno what, fuck you." She fired back, defensively. "Why would I be sorry for doing whatever the fuck I want with Vince, it's not like its any of your damn business."

"My fucking band, my fucking business sweetheart." I seethed, taking another long drag through my gritted teeth.

"No Nikki, just because they're in your goddamn band, doesn't make any of those guys in there your property, you don't get to lord over them like you own them." She replied, feeling brave.

"And what about you, huh? I fucking made you into this over confident little groupie & frankly, you're getting a little bit too comfortable around here."

"Excuse me?!" Beth thundered, her whole demeanor changing, "you didn't make me into anything, you egotistical prick!'

I smirked arrogantly, knowing I'd got to her. "You come to my gigs to see my band, you fuck my front man, snort my drugs, party with my guys. Who were you before you met me? A stuck up little princess who didn't know how to have fun. Face it doll, I fucking made you." I scoffed as I watched Beth's face flush red with anger.

“And what about your new piece of ass, huh? You gonna make her too?” She snarled. “You’re pissed because I fucked Vince but you’re a goddamn hypocrite Nikki, I saw you with that girl, taking her into the dressing room. I'm guessing she didn't go in there to help you with your fucking makeup?"

I paused, caught off guard, not realising my plan to make her jealous had actually gone to fruition. I couldn’t stop the sly smile from creeping on to my face. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, my voice changing swiftly from enraged to calm & deadly smooth in an instant, enticed by her hint of jealousy & eager to hear her answer.

Beth squirmed a little, realising the corner she’d backed herself into. She looked deliciously trapped.

“I just-” she tripped over her words as she scrambled for an excuse. “I just don’t get it, why are you so pissed that I fucked Vince?” She asked, diverting the attention for herself.

“Because I want you.” I said plainly, switching gears, my anger melting away as I watched her discomfort double as she tried to stay mad.

“What?” She asked, shaking her head in annoyance.

“Because I want you Beth. I’ve wanted you since that night I caught you doing blow in the bathroom with Tommy, the night that Vinny took you home when it should've been me. I want you & I want to be the only one that gets to have you.” I replied bluntly, smirking as Beths mouth fell open a little.

“But you don’t.. You don’t do the whole exclusive thing.” She mumbled awkwardly, still processing my words.

“You’re right. See princess, I’m selfish like that.” I purred, taking one last drag on my cigerette before flicking it away & taking a step towards her so our bodies were practically touching. “I don’t like exclusivity, but also, I really don’t like to share.” I breathed, our lips practically touching.

Beth scowled, suddenly finding her voice. “Well that hardly seems fair. You expect me to be loyal to you whilst you fuck every woman that shows you some attention?!”

I chuckled darkly, knowing how unreasonable I was being. “Pretty much.”

“You’re such an egotistical asshole!” She yelled, raising her hands to shove me away from her, but I caught them by the wrists in one swift movement & pinned them by her shoulders. Beths delicate features were twisted, her perfectly shaped eyebrows were furrowed in anger & her soft pink lips were pulled into a tight, thin line as she fought against my grip. She glared at me, eyes dark & full of hostility. Yet I saw a lingering passion in them. Her tight lips relaxed for just a moment & I saw her drag her bottom lip through her teeth, those dark eyes darting to my mouth. I smirked.

"You’re right, I am an asshole. But you still want to kiss me, don’t you, angel?" I breathed, tightening my grip on her wrists, grinning wider at her mixture of discomfort & pleasure.

Her lips parted slightly & I could hear her breath quicken as I watched her internally fight with her desires whilst I fought with my own. On the surface, we hated each other. I hated everything she represented, the fact that she didn't like my music & how she was like every other girl, sucked in by Vince's blonde hair & boyish charm. She hated my arrogance, my runaway lifestyle & the fact that I could see right through her good girl act & get under her skin like no-one ever had. And yet somehow, that hatred had paved the way for an attraction neither of us could fathom or understand. It was illogical, unwise & entirely unwelcome. But it was also intense, salacious & completely overpowering. We both knew we'd have to give in to it eventually.

She kissed me, unable to restrain herself any longer. I released my grip on her wrists & buried my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to me. She tasted so damn sweet.

I pulled Beths hair roughly, tilting her head & exposing her neck as I placed hungry kisses along her skin as she moaned aloud, pushing herself up against me. I placed my hands at the base of her pretty neck, running my thumb across the skin gently as I brought her lips back to mine, dragging her lower lip between my teeth. She groaned into my mouth, rubbing up against me as I squeezed my grip around her throat a little tighter, smirking against her kiss as I did.

She was fucking delectable.

Just then, the backdoor to the Whisky swung open, returning us from our heady escape back to the dingy alley with a crash.

"Nikki, come on man, I thought you-" Vince started to say, before catching sight of us jumping a mile apart in a failed attempt to look innocent.

I coughed, trying to regain composure. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming."

Vince's face was like thunder, a mixture of outrage and betrayal turning up a storm. "Nah, doesn't look like you got that far." He spat

"Vinny, I-" Beth stumbled, walking towards him.

His eyes shot from me to her, disgust adding to the mix of emotions he was displaying. "I haven't got nothing to say to you." He said harshly, cutting her off. "& You, brother," he drawled sarcastically, "get your ass inside, we've got a fucking show to play, remember? Or do you care more about getting your dick wet than this band?" He quoted, bitterly.

"Fuck you, Vinny." I shot, shoulder barging him as I shoved past to get through the door.

"Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding, Sixx?" He screeched, quick on my heels. "You're out there grinding on my fucking girl & you're acting like I'm the fucking problem here?"

"Your girl?" I laughed crudely, "Since when does Vince Neil have a girl?"

"You know damn well what I mean. I haven't been hooking up with her for this long for you to just go & help yourself." Vince snarled.

"Well maybe Beths got her reasons for looking elsewhere." I sneered, getting brave.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Well Vinny," I started, taking a smug step towards him, getting in his face, "Maybe if you satisfied her, she wouldn't come to me."

"Shut the fuck up Sixx, you know that isn't true!" Beth yelled, pulling on Vinces arm in a feeble attempt to separate us.

"Why else would she come running to me right after you'd finished fucking? Your bathroom fuck clearly wasn't enough for her so she had to come looking for someone that could finish her off." I suggested arrogantly, smirking at my own maliciousness.

"Vince, just walk away." I heard Mick say from somewhere, right before Vinces fist flew at my face.

*Beths POV*

I sat at the bar, drinking away my humiliation as I watched the two guys I'd shamefully kissed in the space of 10 minutes, up on stage playing a visibly tense set. Nikkis angry red cheek was glowing like a beacon for the whole audience to see.

"It's not like you & Vince were anything serious." Sophia said, serving me up another shot of tequila. "I mean, that guy has definitely been screwing around since you guys first hooked up."

"I know & if he'd caught me with anyone else, I don't think it would be a big deal, but it definitely crosses the line to go with one of his band mates & best friends really, doesn't it?" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Plus, I'm not exactly a normal groupie, Vinny is my friend, we hang out, he spends the night.." I trailed off, knowing I'd just put a definitive end to that.

"Why were you kissing Nikki?!" Sophia asked, raising her eyebrow knowingly.

"Don't start Soph ok, I don't need it." I replied, necking the shot & gesturing for another. "Let me just bury my shame in peace & fucking tequila."

"I don't get it though, I thought you were liking things with Vince?"

"I was loving things with Vince, I don't know what the fuck I was doing." I sighed. "All I know is that Nikki has a direct line to both my last fucking nerve & my emotional g spot apparently. Who knew they were connected?" I groaned, mentally scolding myself for the millionth time.

"You gotta figure out what you want babe." Sophia said sternly, disapproval written all over her face. "But what you've gotta remember is, neither of these guys are in this for the long run, so are they really worth it?"

I fell silent, sparking up a cigarette & looking back across at the stage.

"I want you, I need you

I want you to be mine tonight.

You need me, you tease me

Use you up, throw you away."

I listened to Vince sing, watched him prancing around, his striking good looks & flamboyant attitude on stage so appealing it made me weak.

Then I looked across at Nikki, dark & brooding, the complete opposite of what I thought my type was. He was conceited & rude, his lifestyle & interests were the furthest thing from my own & he pissed me off like no-one ever had.

If I was being honest with myself, I'd say that, up until tonight, he was right; I'd thought myself above Nikki Sixx.

But tonight had changed everything.

Tonight I'd realised that I wasn't better than anyone else, I was just as bad. Worse, maybe.

I watched Nikki pluck away at the strings on his bass, enjoying the sound for the first time. I let my mind wander back to that night he said he should've taken me home. The same night he promised to drag me down with him.

He'd been right about everything. I wanted excitement in my life, I wanted to have fun. I wanted someone to fulfill my darkest desires. I wanted someone to show me how to enjoy the dark parts of me. And that just wasn't Vince.

I watched Nikki play intently, that spark of desire igniting inside me once again. I wanted him.

My bad influence.

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Nightmares | Doc Ock

Summary: As fragile as glass, you hear Otto having a nightmare and do your best to help him through it, and you can’t help but ask who Rosie is.

A/N: FINALLY I WROTE IT! okay so if you all have read the second part to this series which is called Blankets, I had said there may be a sleep-talking Otto in the summary then forgot about that but then I forgot to take that part out in the summary 💀 but I’ll do it here now! Verb tense changes a little but im too lazy to fix it rn. Also! Drop some more adjectives/nouns for me! Warnings: nightmare, sleep-talking, reader almost getting hurt 

The Single Word Series  

You could hear talking coming from the living room, where Otto was sleeping out on the pull-out.        Just a few hours ago, he had snapped back into himself, but only because he had realized what he was doing to you. However, you were still seeing the aftermath of his shock and anxiety.        You guessed that sleep talking was one of them.        You weren’t sure what Otto had said to wake you up, and at first, you thought he was talking to himself, trying to talk himself down through the walls of your bedroom. Something about miscalculations, Spider-Man, and. . .roses?        Why was Otto talking about roses in his sleep? 

      You figured like any other sleep talker, it was just nonsense, but he kept going about the miscalculations, about how Peter--you had no clue who that is--was right, something about the sun and roses--Otto’s voice sounded so anxious when he talked about roses.        You finally decided to go check up on him, and when you walked out of your bedroom, the first thing you noticed was how the actuators were twitching, jerking like Otto’s arm and legs, mimicking his movements. You slowly approach the pull-out, hearing him softly grunt in agony, but you freeze hearing him yelp. His shoulder twitches and tenses, and the actuators crisscross over one another. His shoulder blades tensed, you could see his muscles grow tight under the crewneck he wore. His jaw clenched, and he pressed his face deeper into the pillow. One fist clutched the pillow while the other fisted the hem of the blanket. His knuckles twitched out of sync with all his other jerking muscles.        “Otto?” you whisper, edging closer to the couch. You stretch your hand out, ready to shake his right shoulder, but then he jerks, and for a moment you thought he woke up, but you were wrong seeing his eyes still closed.        “I. . .I was. . .r-right. . .” Otto muttered in his sleep. “. . .no. . .Peter w. . .Peter was. . .no--”        You let your hand hover over his shoulder, waiting, listening.        “. . .kill. . .killed her. . .” his brows furrow, and his breathing picks up as its our turn for your muscles to tense, wondering if you had heard Otto right. His breath hitches as his shoulders shake, his fist clenching the blanket tighter.        “. . .I. . .R-Rosie. . .” 

      Rosie.        Who’s Rosie? you thought. But you didn’t have time to ponder as Otto breathed faster, his chest heaving up and down.        “Rosie--no--no!”        You touched his shoulder. “Otto--”        “No!”        “Otto!” you exclaim, forgetting that the actuators were jerking as well. One of them punched you in the knee by accident with a closed claw, while another opened its metallic jaw, a long, sharp metal staff exposed from the middle of its mouth. The claw was jerking all around, dangerously close to your Achilles with the sharp object, and seeing this, you yelp out of fear of it puncturing you, and you jump.        However, you sort of jump on and then over Otto, landing in the small space between his body and the couch’s armrest. That brought him out of his slumber, and if the dream he was having didn’t have him on edge enough, you rolling over him amped it up.        “Huh?” he asked with a start. Otto sat up, looking around until he saw you squeezed between him and the armrest. He said your name like he couldn’t believe it was you, his tone slightly questioning.        “Hey,” you greeted him meekly. “Um. . .I’m stuck.”        Otto moved, and as you sat up due to the new space, you saw the actuators were up too, clicking and whirring at you, all their jaws open and spinning like they were hissing at you.        You gave them a look, though you knew this wasn’t truly them. “Whatever.” you rolled your eyes at them. 

      They all looked shocked, and then huddled around Otto. 

      You’re going to let her talk to us like that? asked the first voice.        She needs to be taught a lesson, growled the second voice.        Show her where she stands against us, hissed the third voice.        Yes, us! exclaimed the fourth. 

      Otto breathed and looked around at all of them.        “No,” he said, voice hoarse. “Never.”        “Otto?” you ask, directing his eyes to yours. When he looked at you, you purse you lips and look down at your hands, your thumb rubbing against your palm. “Are you okay?”        Knowing there was no way to hide what happened or how he felt, Otto shrugged. “I am now.” he told you.        You nodded, and let the silence fall between the two of you. Just as Otto was going to say something, you cut him off before his lips could form a word.        “Who’s Rosie?” your eyes go back to his.        It takes Otto by surprise, clearly, but as fast as you see the subtle truth in his expression, he forces it away.        “Um--sorry?” he asks.        “I could hear you from my bedroom,” you tell him. “Something about miscalculations, some. . .person named Peter, Rosie and--” you swallow hard, trying not to avoid his gaze. “--did. . .did you. . .kill, Rosie?” 

      She knows, whispered the first voice.        She’s going to hate you, hissed the second.        She’s going to be absolutely horrified, snickered the third.        Tell her, urged the fourth voice, tell her how you killed your wife. 

      Otto closed his eyes and sighed, sitting up straighter on the couch, adjusting the blanket on his legs as he could feel somewhat comfortable before opening his mouth.        “Who is she?” you ask him. “Who’s Rosie and what does she have to do with this Peter guy and miscalculations?”        Otto sighed one more time before he looks at you with sad, heavy eyes. “If. . .if I tell you. . .will. . .” he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.        You were going to tell him to go on, but then his hand falls from his nose as he looks at you. “Will you still stay?”        Your eyes took in his expression. His eyes were searching your face for an answer. You give him a tight smile, nothing fake, just a little nervous as you scoot closer to him on the couch, leaning up against the back rest of the couch.        “Always.” you smile small at him.        We’re in this together.        Otto nodded and took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. You waited patiently until he was able to get his thoughts and emotions in check. 

      “Rosie. . .was my wife,” Otto began. You noted his emphasis on ‘was.’ His eyes were looking at the pillow between the two of you. He started playing with the corner of the pillow sheet. “And--and I. . .” he inhaled a sharp breath. His eyes were getting glossy, the muscles in his jaw shifting, brows furrowing. His thumb and forefinger gripped the pillow sheet. “I. . .killed her.” he whispered it like he was finally admitting to it, like he was realizing now that it was all his fault.        Otto’s chest caved in like thumps as the tears started falling from his eyes.        “I killed her,” he said it again, breathy this time. “It’s all my fault that she’s gone--”        “Woah, woah,” you tell him softly, swallowing the lump in your throat before speaking so your voice didn’t sound like you were on the verge of tears. It was obvious anyways, but you didn’t want Otto to think he was upsetting you the way he was becoming upset. “Tell me,” you told him. “Tell me how you--tell me how Rosie died.” 

      “I. . .” Otto began. “I was a scientist. All I wanted was to show another way to produce clean energy. I-I had a machine built, to create a miniature sun--” he looked to his own palm, eyes growing darker. You thought he was going to say more, but Otto turned his hand over and he stayed silent. “Peter, is just a kid. . .a smart one, who told me I was wrong--and I didn’t listen--I was selfish, I thought I was right--”        You could see him beginning to grow overwhelmed, to which you touched his shoulder as he brought his hands to his face. You rubbed his shoulder, trying to keep your own small sobs to yourself.        You were relieved, though.        You were relieved to hear that the actuators didn’t kill his wife. You still wondered how they were apart of all of this then. Had he turned when his wife died and then made them? You had to know.        “So. . .the actuators,” you started. “Why. . .what do they have to do with all of this? I know you can’t take them off, they’re stuck to you, but, where did they--”        “I built them in order to stabilize and handle the fusion reactor--the machine th-that would create ren-renewable energy,” his hands fell from his face as his voice shook as he tried to gather himself together again. “I d--didn’t think that I’d be stuck with them, but now they’re apart of me. I. . .I think I told you this.”        You nodded. “You did. I know it’s permanent, I just never knew why.”        Somehow, this made Otto chuckle, “You must not watch the news then.”        You smile. “No, I watch for Spider-Man, and then I only heard that there was a man with four metallic limbs. Other than that? Well, politics aren’t my thing. Also, J. Jonah Jameson is an annoying shit.”        Otto laughed at this, and his smile almost tore your eyes away from the tears rolling down his face. Almost.        “He’s the reason why New York calls me by the ignorant name ‘Doctor Octopus,’” Otto mocked the title wrongly granted to him, and the two of you laugh. With glossy eyes, you both laughed.        “You know, Jameson’s papers and show are the only sources of media who call you Doctor Octopus. Everyone else calls you Doc Ock.” you told him, drawing invisible patterns on the pillow between you two. “That’s how I first knew you. It’s way cooler than Doctor Octopus, in my opinion.” 

      “I’m a scientist, not a marine biologist.” Otto softly chuckled. His eyes drifted away from you as his voice died down.        You looked down to his stomach where the waistband for the actuators were attached to was hidden under his crewneck. The actuators had punctured holes in the back of the crewneck so they could move freely with Otto, thankfully the rest of the crewneck didn’t rip when they did that. You had wanted to buy Otto a new one, and you wanted it to be from a good store, but you knew the actuators could ruin a pricey crewneck. Still, you knew Otto deserved it.       You held your hand out around his stomach and asked, “May I?”        At first, he didn’t know what you meant, but then when you lightly tugged at the hem of the crewneck, he took the hem in his hands and pulled up until the top hem of the band was showing. The waistband was constructed of a metallic exterior with a fabric on the inside of the band touching his skin, hence the hem that had once--and still sort of did--rub his skin raw. You smiled, however, at his skin, as it was a light pink and not so red as it once had been.        “Wow!” you beamed, fingers gently running over his skin. “Your skin looks so much better,” your fingers glided around the hem from one side of his stomach t the other.        You’re touching him. You thought.        You almost pulled your hand away before you shook your head--you were a nurse for God's sake, you’ve touched many patients’ bloody bandages and oozing appendages, and Otto wasn’t one of your patients. He was. . .well, what was he exactly to you?        If anything, he was a friend. Just a friend. 

      “Can--” you did blush right as you thought of this question unconsciously, only because the nurse in you was beginning to show, “--can I see your back?”        It was stupid to blush--get yourself together! Helping others was your job. Otto didn’t seem to notice your sudden stutter or blush as he stood from the pull-out. You got up as well, and as you did, you realized something.        “Oh--you can’t take your crewneck off, the actuators will ruin your sweatshirt.”        But Otto shrugged, already taking it off. “It’s okay, I’ve learned how to get around them.”        They’ve already also put four holes in the back of it, but still, it was the only nice thing he owned since finding him in only a jacket and pants at the harbor, those clothes you washed but kept in a basket in the corner of your washroom. You hated how everything nice he had was ruined by the burden he carried on his back. But you also knew that the actuators meant well, you just needed to figure out how to show him that too.        Otto took his crewneck off, the piece of fabric falling behind him and hanging off at the base of the actuators.        You weren’t prepared for what you saw. 

      It hit you that when you had first applied the medical lotion to his skin, you didn’t need to go around the back since it was mostly his stomach. Also, the actuators had still freaked you out a little, so you were nervous getting close to them. But now you could see exactly why Otto could never taken them off.        There was a long piece of metal that sat flat against his skin, molded into the shape of a spine that ran up the canal of his back and ended at the near base of his head. It began a the top of the waistband, connected to it, but what caught your eye was focused on how the metal was attached to his skin.        You reached your hand out and touched the skin where the metal spine embedded itself into him. You noticed a little burnt piece of acrylic at the base of his neck--a chip? What was it?        “How is it fused to your spine?” you asked, doing your best to not hurt him while at it. But then you remembered how he told you he was always in pain, and then you figured that poking around the metal must’ve hurt him even more. The actuators rattled with you so close, trying to scare you, but you ignored them as Otto lowered his head. You leaned a little to see his face around his shoulder.        “There are needles on the sides, they puncture through muscle, and they’ve been in too long now that they’ve fused to my spine. They’re. . .” he paused, hesitating, like he was still reluctant to face the fact. “They’re apart of me. They will always be apart of me.” 

      You nodded, tracing your fingers along the metal spine down the middle of his back.        “Yeah,” you mutter solemnly. “And this is it?” you ask. “The pain, the shock, turning into this. . .alter ego?”        “Alter ego?” Otto asked, turning around to face you. You took a step back out of habit, and he noticed. But how could he blame you?        “What. . .what do you mean?”        “Do you remember how you put your hand over my mouth? The morning I found you at the harbor, you tried taking control, wanting money out of me and then wanting to disappear. It must’ve not been much, you were scared no doubt, but then when you attacked that man. . .you knew what you were doing too.” you explained. “You change, flip some sort of switch when you panic or need to protect yourself--or me, for that matter, and then when the shock wears off, you’re not you. You’re mean, you’re--”        You almost said it. Almost, but you knew that word didn’t define him. You knew it didn’t. Couldn’t.        Your pause ran a little too long as Otto looked at you with big, sad eyes.        “What?” he asked. “I’m what?”        You sighed and shook your head. “You’re like a villain,” it hurt so much to say it--to tell him. “But you’re not a villain, Otto,” you say to him, approaching him closer. “You’re not--”        Otto’s brows furrowed, and his lips pursed into a frown as he turned away form you, making the space between the two of you bigger.        “I am.” he nearly spat. “I am a villain. I’m a monster--”        “No!” you nearly growled in anger. “You’re not! You’re always in control, what happened to me--the man--that was your fight or flight, your thoughts overcame you--”        “I acted on those thoughts!” Otto shouted at you, not angrily, but with guilt. “They told me to do it!” 

      You froze, your lips ready to form the words to tell him he’s wrong, but his words catch you off guard.        They told me to do it.        Otto was getting nervous now, the actuators clicked and whirred at him, like they were whispering nasty thoughts in his ears. He wrung his hands in each other, he started swaying side to side, nearly moving into a small pace.        “Th-they told me to--”        “Otto,” you approach him once more, calmly. He looked down at you, taking one step back as to not let him or the actuators get close to you. You hated that. “Who’s they? Who told you to do it?”        Without him answering, all four actuators spun and rattled at you, coming at your face to make you jerk back, just to scare you. It was their way of finally revealing it all to you.        But Otto was the only one who could truly put it all into words.        “They told me to do it.” his eyes bounced to all four of them before they went back down to his hands. “I didn’t. . .didn’t tell you about the voices, because I didn’t want to scare you.” he spoke low, soft, as if you were going to turn the other way and run.        “Voices?” you ask. “What voices?” 

      Otto sighed and rubbed his eyes. “They’re always there,” he told you. “Telling me to do things--horrible things--rob a bank, throw a car, hurt someone who gives me a nasty look--anything that I disagree with. They’ve made me change morals, they drain my mental stability--you said I was in shock? I don’t remember anything except hurting that man and then waking up to see that I was hurting you. All the time between that, whatever you did, whatever I did--I have no memory. Some times I think I know what’s happening, but it feels like a dream, and then I can black out again and still function as a body with no mind. I don’t know what goes on in my brain when that happens, and I can’t control it.        “These voices. . .belong to them,” he slightly gestures to the actuators. A hand went to the back of his neck, but his fingers rested in the nape of his neck, his eyes at the ground. “They weren’t always there. . .just when my machine blew up, and--and the inhibitor chip became fried,”        “The who-the-what-the?” you asked, raising a brow.        The faintest smile appeared on Otto’s face before an actuator whirred, and it immediately vanished.        “This little chip,” he turned his back to you again. His fingers were just next to that little chip you saw earlier. “It was supposed to keep the actuators from turning against me, controlling, but that still wasn’t enough.” It was small, black and burnt, broken, and suddenly, everything made sense. And it maybe made everything a little harder to try and help him with.        Maybe. 

      You placed your hand just underneath the chip, your eyes scanning from the chip and down the metal spine where the actuators stared at you, clicking, rattling, trying to scare you.        “This metal spine here, what connects to your nervous system, it goes from your C1, all the way to your T12. That’s cause for paralysis, removing this will severely damage the nerves. You’re right,” you sigh, “there’s no way you can take it off. I mean, you could, but--”        The actuators whirred like hissing as they already knew what you were going to say.        You stared at all four of them, knowing that this wasn’t how they truly were, knowing that there was some kind sentient in them. “I think I can help if you with the voices. The actuators, they were kind to me when you were in shock. I think if there’s some way I can help them get to you, then maybe that can ease your mind and keep you from going into shock.”        Otto sighed, “I don’t know how you could do that.”        You ignored the clicking of the actuators and let your hand run from his neck to his shoulder. You didn’t take your hand off him as you walked around to face him. The actuators stretched out a bit from behind Otto, watching the two of you.        “I am a nurse,” you told him. “I can surely ask for some help and keep a lot of things confidential.”        Otto dryly chuckled. “I really don’t think this is the kind of thing you can help me with.” He picked up his head to look at you. “Why is that?” he asked.        You tilt your head at him. “What?” 

      “Why is it that you’re always willing to help me. You could’ve left me for dead on the shore down at the harbor, you could’ve ran the moment you saw me hurt that man, you could’ve kicked me out when I hurt you--but you don’t. Why?” Otto’s brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted.        You nearly gave him the same baffled look back. “Because it’s what I do--”        “No,” he groaned. “This doesn’t have to do with your job, it’s just you. Why do you still help me? I don’t deserve any of this!”        “Yes, you do!” You told him with a strong tone. “You deserve as much help as any other person, good or bad. And I became a nurse because helping other people shows me the kind of person they are.” Your hand fell from his shoulder to his hand.        It was a move that made you nervous, especially when you held his hand. You wondered if Otto was going to hold it back. Your heart leapt when you felt his fingers fidget, just for a mere second before he started pulling his hand away.        “No,” he whispered, beginning to turn away from you altogether. 

      No, you thought. 

      You gripped his hand tighter, pulling him back to you.        “You know what I think of you?” you asked him. Otto looked down from his hand in yours, and up to your eyes. “I think you’re the sweetest person I know. I think you’re the only person who understands the silent truth about the world that I do, how sometimes heroes are the bad guys and the villains are crying for help. I think you’re smart, and kind, and real. You do your best to not let your own worries and struggles bring down others, or put them out there to feel sorry about yourselves. You believe the things you do about yourself, like calling yourself a monster, because you’re tired, and gave into the label that the world gave you. You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” and then you smiled small, “especially not after telling me that I’m lovely, and not the unlovliest person in the world--which, isn’t a word, but still,” 

      Otto looked away from you, sighing. “I just. . .” he started out. You saw him swallow hard. “I can’t keep doing this to you. Scaring you. Hurting you--”        “And you won’t--”        “How do you know that?” he asked, eyes growing glossy again. “I hurt Rosie, I can’t risk hurting you,”        “You didn’t hurt Rosie, your machine did that--the miscalculations--”        “I didn’t check them, if I had--”        “You can’t blame yourself for any of that, Otto,” you told him. “You won’t like it when I say this, but it was an accident. Was Rosie nervous about the calculations? Did she want you to check them again? Do everything over?”        Otto went quiet, stared at the floor before you saw him shake his head. “No.” he said softly. “She--” he took a deep breath, trying to gather his emotions before he let it out slowly. “She was on my side. She told everyone I’d done my homework. That I was right.” 

      You could see how much it hurt for him to admit this, even though it was true. He was willing to tell you everything good about yourself, everything he thought he didn’t deserve.        “Do you think she’d like hearing you say all these things about yourself?” you asked. It took Otto a second, but he shook his head. “Do you think she’d agree that her death was an accident?” Otto nodded again. “It sounds like she always had your back, always stood by your side. And she was your wife, Otto. She married you because she knew you, because no matter what you achieved or how you failed, she knew you could do something spectacular. And a love like that is only something that comes with the right person. Rosie would want you to be okay, safe. She’d want you to move on.”        Otto nodded in reply. Your hand was still on his shoulder. You were beginning to lift it off of him when he took your wrist. It was gentle, soft. He turned your hand so that your fingers could intertwine. Your heart began to hammer in your chest, your eyes gazed on his hand holding yours again.        Finally, you thought at first, but then that sweet thought and wanting was replaced by thoughts of confusion and what is he doing?        “Can I stay?” he asked, looking into your eyes.        Your mouth melted into a smile. “Of course,” you said softly. “We’re in this together.”        We’re in this together.        “I feel safe here.” he told you back.        You’re safe now.        “I feel safe with you.” he whispered, edging closer to you. 

      Your smile grew bigger and your cheeks turned pink. “Otto--” you had nervously giggled when it all happened too fast, but slow enough for you to enjoy the moment.        His other hand went to your cheek while the one holding your hand was pressed against his chest, the back of your hand feeling the warmth of his bare skin. His other hand tilted your head up so he could come closer to you and press your lips to his. It happened with ease, like it was always meant to happen. You’ve been kissed before, but no one you’ve ever dated made you feel this way, especially during a kiss. You were nervous, but finally in the best way possible, where the good thoughts ran through your head, where you anticipated what was going to happen next.        And when his lips left yours, you immediately felt the addiction of how it felt to be kissed by him, by Otto. You moved into him and kissed him again. It was the boldest thing you’ve ever done with a guy, but you knew how he made you feel, and maybe this was just a spur of the moment thing and it may never work out, you were going to have this special, spontaneous moment. 

      After your kiss, you hadn’t noticed you were on the balls of your feet to kiss him, so you went flat foot again, staring into Otto’s eyes. You two stared at each other with curious eyes, facial expressions holding so much wonder. The actuators rattled and clicked, trying to catch your guys’ attention, to ruin the moment. But you and Otto kept ignoring them.        “What does this mean?” you ask him.         His eyes wandered away from you, but you knew he was thinking the same thing. “I don’t know.” he had a soft chuckle at the end. Then his dark eyes found their way back to yours. “But I’d like to see where it goes.”        “Yeah,” you smile up at him. “I’d like that.” 

      Your hands stayed intertwined as he kissed you once more. 

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