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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Paparazzi

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Reader

Summary: You meet Hawks one day at your store and you and him strike of a friendship that turns romantic....but the paparazzi manage to get it to the rest of the world not even 24 hours later

This shit is long, sorry not sorry

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Crushes were just....well.... crushes, right? Especially celebrity crushes or crushes on fictional characters. Usually the average person will develop one or more crushes on celebrity or fictional beings, it was just the way the human brain (or something like the human brain for some people) worked. You yourself grew up with many celebrity and fictional crushes. The walls of your childhood room were (and probably still filled) with the posters of the heroes you adored growing up, the bands, singers, and artist you admired, and personal favorite characters from the shows or movies you’ve had seen and fell in love within the span of your teenage lifetime. Even now you admired celebrities and the such, but now it was mostly just giving them a like and follow on their tiktok or Instagram or admiring a picture or two when you came upon it, that’s it. Being an adult now and owning your own little grocery store, inherited from your parents of course, in the middle of the busy life of the city was enough to squelch your once childish habits, but sometimes you would allow yourself to flip through the gossip magazines you had set up to see the new and old faces of celebrities and heroes to see which one was hot or not, but that really wasn’t weird for such a mundane person to do.

All that crushing business would stay in the fantasy portion of your brain however, to never once think that you would have one of the fantasies you would once dream about as a teenager about a celebrity or fictional crush sweeping you away on your feet. Just thinking that something like that could happen was laughable really, it almost made you laugh now as you perused the magazine rack you had finally finished setting up, the hours of the day now almost bordering the parent’s definition of ‘its getting late’, which honestly meant that it was 7:30, as your employee hummed behind the cash register, fiddling with the pens and note pads scattered about at the counter.

“Hey, toss me one of those magazines.” Called out the cashier, you handing over the magazine, watching their hands drag towards them to let their eyes scan the bold headings on the front page and soon the face that was the eye catcher of it all. “Pro Hero Hawks is always on the front of the magazines....isn’t he so dreamy looking...” hummed out the younger girl, you only gave a snort as your hand went back to fidgeting the flimsy magazines and puzzle books that seemed only the elderly would purchase.

“Yeah, he’s handsome alright, but I don’t get my hopes up about that fantasy coming true.” You joked, the girl only giving a sad nod in agreement. With a laugh, you bent over to pick up the empty box that once held the new issues of magazines, starting to unfold it from its shape.

“Yeah I know, but still, just imagine it though....what if he just came sauntering in here now? To sweep one of us off our feet?” She said with her young, dreamy little look. You only rolled your eyes, shoving the unfolded ripped up box in the recycling bin, grabbing the magazine and giving a gentle and playful wack to the young girl’s head before placing it back on the rack.

“Yeah? Well the day that happens is the day I’ll believe anything to be possible.” You spoke with a laugh as you leaned against the counter, though the bell hanging upon the glass door gave off its soft chime to signify a new patron had entered your humble grocery store. You head automatically moved to see who had just walked in out of habit, but you probably should have already known who had entered inside your shop just by the look upon the cashier’s face. Hawks stood there at the entrance, those eyes of his glancing back and forth between you and the cashier. The shock was probably evident upon your faces.

“Um....is this like a bad time or something?” He soon questioned which you quickly shook your head at his word, finally snapping yourself out of your dumbfounded haze. Honestly there was no reason to be so shocked over another person, he was just a normal human being that was idolized who just happened to do amazing things for the safety of the society you lived in, but the coincidence of your previous conversation set your body in a rage of jitters.

“No! Not at all! Sorry if we seemed shocked, we don’t usually get sidekicks in here let alone heroes.” You spoke out with a laugh, hand sliding over the counter to give the young girl a little nudge on her shoulder to snap her out of her daze of the handsome hero before her. At that a bright blush crawled onto her face as she set her gaze down to the plastic keys of the cashier.

“Alright...cool...” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, already beginning to make his slow walk to the many things you had on display. The chips, candy, drinks, the instant ramen, the food that sat in the freezer ready to be eaten right away for the late night student or the person craving a bite or to be heated in the microwave station with running water off to the side next to the few tables you had for them to sit down and rest while they ate. The silence almost seemed to suffocate you as you listened to his shuffling and tried not to really stare. Though he seemed to hesitate a bit before finally turning around in his path, making his way up to the counter where you and the cashier still stood at.

“Sorry to bother you, but do you have any chicken ramen? Or anything that just has chicken in it or something?” He asked, hands pushing up the glasses that sat over his eyes and up upon his head. You looked to your cashier, expecting her to speak up, but that embarrassed look upon her face spoke volumes to you as you looked back to Hawks, that costumer service smile already plastered upon your face as you waved him to follow.

“Of course! I really need to take the time to organize all those products, costumers and tourist come in and always swap everything around.” You spoke up, leading him down the isles of your small store expertly before moving to the coolers of food that was ready to go/heated and the ramen. “This is our chicken selection in ramen, after you pay you can either leave and fix it at home or use our water and microwave station to eat here...then in the coolers we have onigiri with chicken....um....we carry egg and chicken Sandos...the information on how it should be consumed is on the label, so make sure your careful about reading and following the directions....” you muttered out as you pointed to all the things, which he nodded his head.

“Sorry if that question was dumb...it’s been a long day.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck. He had to admit, he felt kind of stupid asking that question now with now knowing the fact everything was honestly right in front of his face.

“We all have those days, I hope you can find something you like though, if there’s anything else I’ll be upfront.” You said as you were already heading back up to the front counter, casting a ‘pull yourself together women!’ look to your employee who only mouthed out an apology as she facepalmed and cringed at her own behavior. Hawks was soon rummaging through the ramen, arms soon filled with containers and a lonesome cup ramen, walking up to the counter to gently let everything slip onto the surface.

“Hold on, I got one more thing.” He muttered out as he stepped up to the magazine rack, shamelessly grabbing the one that had his face smack dab in the middle, tossing it onto the counter. “I swear, that’s it.” He joked, but that joke received radio silence from the cashier as her hands shakily went to begin ringing up his things. You couldn’t help but cringe for her, you didn’t blame her either, if it were you a few years ago behind that counter it would have been the same scenario.

“You want it bagged?” You asked, hand already grabbing one of the paper bags you had off to the side, ready to be used, though he only brought up a hand to politely halt your actions.

“Nah, I’ll eat here, enjoy the scenery.” He said with a little wink, already handed over the money, of course he said to not worry about the change as he scooped up everything back into his arms, whistling away to the eating area, beginning to already prepare his food, phone lazily in his hand as he did so.

“Are you ok? It seemed like you were about to drop dead any moment.” You whispered out as you leaned over the counter to your employee, she only shoving her face in her hands.

“Oh don’t even bring it up! He’s not even gone yet...” she whispered back, grabbing the paper bag that was still within your hands, placing it back, though she seemed hesitant to say something. “Could you....get his autograph for me?” She soon whispered out.

“What?!” You whispered back, casting a quick glance over your shoulder and to the hero who now lounged back at the seating area, magazine now clutched within one hand, the other feeding himself. “I don’t want to bother him, I-“ though your whispers were cut off by her own.

“Come on! Please? I’m a mess and when am I ever going to get it again?” She said, hands clasped before her as she begged to you with her whispers. You stood there, only being able to stare at her before finally nodding your head vigorously.

“Fine...fine...gimme a pen and paper...” you muttered out lowly, the girl quietly brought up a fist to the air lowly to show her victory before she scrambled around, hand clutching onto a pen, though her eyes landed on the magazines, which she gestured for you to grab one, which you did, placing it before her as she skillfully brought a pair of scissors to the cover, cutting out the front cover neatly of Hawks’ face, handing it to you along with the pen.

“Take the magazine out my pay check and I’ll owe you one too, thank you so much.” She whispered out, you only taking the pen and picture with the feeling of embarrassment already eating away at your stomach. Though you began to walk towards the eating area, almost painfully slow, trying to prolong the encounter with the hero you knew was going to be probably awkward.

“Hey...um...can I get your autograph?” You asked, handing over the pen and paper to him. You tried to seem nonchalant about it, but the minute shake in your hands almost blew your cover as he looked up from the gossip columns he was reading, swallowing the food that was in his mouth.

“Yeah, sure!” He said, that same charming smile that graced the covers of every magazine now plastered upon his face and it honestly has you in a trance. You didn’t even notice he took the pen and paper from your hands if it weren’t for the soft brush of his fingers against yours that sent your body into a mess of tingles from the sensation. “What’s you name sweetheart? I bet it’s something that sounds pretty, you know, to match you.” He said with a smirk, pen already scribbling down his signature.

“What?” You dumbly said, though a soft blush had risen to your cheeks as you shook your head. “Sorry, the autograph isn’t for me, it’s for my employee.” You cleared up, leaning up against the table that was adjacent to the one he sat in.

“Oh, gotcha.” He said as he capped the pen, soon handing it back to you along with the autograph of the improvised photo. He had to admit, he was kind of disappointed that it didn’t seem like you were his fan. “Whose signature would you like anyway? I could probably get it for you though, to even the score between you and your employee over there.” He said, looking past you and raising his hand to give a teasingly flirtatious wave to her, amused to see the young girl turn into a blushing mess as she hid behind her hair.

“Well you know, I like All Might, who doesn’t, you, Endeavor, you know, the ones I see most often on those magazines.” You said as you motioned to the magazine that was now left open and off to the side of where he had stopped reading. “But maybe if I was younger I would have died and resurrected to get any of those autographs. Now? I got more important things to worry about.” You said with a little laugh as you motioned to the establishment around you.

“An independent business gal? Hm, I like it.” He said with another one of those borderline flirtatious smirks, leaving your insides a frenzy upon a single glance, but only if you knew those soft chimes of your voice were seemingly tugging at his own heart gently. “I’ll be sure to keep supporting the business then.” He said as he soon stood up, almost looming over you for a second before he had moved to toss away his trash in it’s respected trash can, the magazine now tucked under his arm, wings ruffling a bit as he made his way to that glass door smudged with the many fingerprints off that day’s patrons “Catch ya on the flip side!” He said with a laugh before casting another amusing wink to the cashier, the door shutting with another chime, living the store in a silence until it was filled with your employer’s squeals.

“He winked at me! He smirked at me! He smiled at me!!! But did you even hear what he told you!” She gushed out as you were now back up to the front, handing her the autograph, pen set back aside. “He was totally making googly eyes at you and flirting with you!” She said as she hugged the autograph close to her chest, though stopped soon to smooth out the paper.

You only brushed it off as just her fantasies gone haywire within her head, but only if you could tell the future. He had become a regular costumer. He’d saunter in right at the same time ever night, get the same things every time. It came to the point where you or the cashier working would gather everything right before he would enter, which it always seemed to brighten his face up when everything would already be waiting for him to pay at the counter. Then he would chat up a storm with you. About what? Anything! Your favorite color? He wanted to know what it was and why. Favorite food? How was your day? He always kept a conversation going with you, always managed to squeeze out a blush and get you to laugh that laugh that was contagious, at least it was for himself. It was all like a really strange dream that you couldn’t wake up from, because who would have ever thought that this is how you spent some of the hours of your day doing?

“Hawks? What is that?” You questioned as you were stocking the magazines for your usual late hour routine, watching him carry in a box carefully through the door way, setting it gently down on the sales counter.

“Come on, look.” He said, you placing the stack of magazines that were once balanced in your arms back in the box at your feet, now free to move beside him, eyes trained on him and soon to the box. “Well go on, it’s not gonna bite you....I hope.” He teased, you only giving a roll of your eyes as you pushed back the flaps, eyes soon peering in.

“What?!” You exclaimed as you soon reached in, pulling out the contents of the box carefully. It seemed like it was never ending with framed pictures of almost every pro hero worth mentioning in Japan. “What in the world? Why-?” Though he only gave a smug smile as he coolly leaned his back up against the counter.

“Oh you know....to hang them up somewhere around here, give a little spice you know.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. “People will come in and see them, then they’ll tell others that this is probably getting a lot of attention from the pros so then it will get others to come and blah blah blah...” he said, crossing his arms before casting a glance down at you as you admired the many signatures before you. “Plus I had some free time to bother them all for their autographs and I just really wanted you to one up this little gal here.” He said, motioning to the girl at the cash register who had become all too familiar now with pro hero now thanks to seeing him every night, but that didn’t stop her from still almost dying of embarrassment.

You only responded to his words with an embrace, arms thrown around his neck as you let out your amused giggles at his explanation, that grin upon your face all the validation he needed to answer whether or not you liked it.

“Thank you, Hawks, that was thoughtful of you....even if your attentions were only to be competitive.” You mumbled out, feel the soft rumble of your voice against his chest as he returned the hug back. The contact with you was satisfying, but you pulled away even if he honestly could just have spent an eternity like that.

He was right though, once those bad boys were up on display, your business got more traction. Tourist would come, fans would come to admire the neatly framed autographs and munch away at the eating area and geek away and other heroes had begun to visit your humble store as well. Your store hours had soon turned into 24/7, the place becoming a hot spot for heroes and sidekicks in the area during their patrol hours. People like Fatgum would come during the day for a quick fix and Eraserhead, who had also become a regular costumer in the late night patrols, would come to get a pick me up for the rest of his late patrols. Heck, you now even had superhero merchandise now on that you could barely keep stocked!

“Hawks! You missed it! Endeavor was in here! The Endeavor!” Called out the cashier as Hawks had stepped through the door, seeming to forget the painful embarrassment she would usually feel with interacting with him.

“Endeavor? Really? I’m actually even shocked at that.” He said with a grin as he leaned against the counter, a hand reaching up to absentmindedly twist the messy strands of his hair, wings giving a quick stretch before folding themselves back, one of his feathers placing the money for his usual purchase down on the counter as his free hand slid all of the food he would buy toward himself.

“Yeah, he’s scarier in person.” You called out with a laugh as you appeared from the storage room, a hand reaching up to push back the frizzy strands of hair that had escaped from your hairdo. “But yes, he did stop by to buy one of those cheap jumbo sized bottled water.” You recalled as you soon stood beside him, hands on your hips as you looked quizzically out to your store, trying to see if you missed anything. Hawks took that moment to look over to you, eyes adoring the scrunch of your eyebrows that formed when you were stressful thinking about something.

“Hey, you know, I did get that pretty name from you, but how about a number....and possibly a date?” He soon spoke, fingertips tapping against the counter top, you snapping out of your train of thought to look at him, eyebrows raised.

“Excuse me?” You asked, a little lost for words at his own that he spoke out. He seemed to not be affected though as he now stood up straight, a hand still rested on the counter’s surface.

“I’m asking you out on a date and I also want you number.” He bluntly said with his phone already in his hands with a smirk as he watched in amusement to see you physically try and let yourself process what he had just said. You were honestly trying to make sure your brain wasn’t really just playing a lucid fantasy before your eyes. Though finally you grabbed his phone, thumbs tapping down your number before handing it back to him.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at what, 7:30 tomorrow? Dress nice, I’ll get your address later.” He said as he was already backing out of the store, food forgotten on the counter, leaving you a numbed mess of nerves, your cashier in a frenzy at what she had just witnessed. He was true to his word too, he got your address from you and he showed up to the front door of your apartment with a knocked right on time the next day, handsome in his smart clothes, it was strange to see him out of his hero costume, a pair of shades over his eyes.

“Hey, you think these glasses are a good disguise?” He asked with a grin as he reached a hand up to straighten them out as you opened the door, though you only snorted as you leaned against the door frame.

“I would say so....if it weren’t for those.” You said as you motioned to his wings, which he only let out a laugh as he watched you slip on your shoes and retrieve you purse.

“Shit, you’re right, but first let me just say that you simply take my breath away.” He said as he admired you, you only rolling eyes as you nudged forward into order to step out into the hall to close and lock your door. The date, was nice, a little more intimate than the conversations you had at your business, but still, they felt like they could go on for hours and hours. It was those kinds of conversations that just made you feel...complete? It was the type of conversation that by the end would make your throat and mouth dry, but in a good way from all the talking and laughing that would be exchange. It was the type of conversation that made you feel energetic and your face hurt from the bashful smiles and grins he would grow upon your lips. They would have went for hours and hours if it weren’t for the servers starting to get antsy about the need for the two of you to leave in a timely manner for the next reservation. The car ride home was quiet between the two of you with only ambiance from the rain that had begun to fall, the fellow traveling cars, and the soft low music that purred from his radio. Though there didn’t need to be any conversations to be spoken as his hand rested upon your thigh over the dress you wore, your pinky hooked with his. That was all the conversation you needed as he helped you out of the vehicle, the two of you making your way quickly through the downpour of rain and inside of the apartment complex and up to your floor where you soon stood before him at your door, your fingers gently hooked to his as you looked up to him.

“I...enjoyed tonight.” You soon spoke up, letting go of his hand to reach your own hand up to push back the pieces of your hair that managed to get soaked and stick to the side of your face. Another bit of silence lifted as all Hawks felt he could do was just be mesmerized by you before him. Those lips came upon yours finally, the both of you caught in a passionate kiss that you enjoyed every second of until he pulled away.

“Open that door...” he softly spoke out, nodding his head to the locked door that stood beside the two of you. The jingle of your keys was a melody that sent goosebumps up his arms and jitters to his hands that rested upon your hips as he listened to the keys slide into the lock and jiggle around before that damned door was open.

“Keigo Takami....that is who I am...” he softly spoke out behind the privacy of the closed door and also against the smooth skin of your face that he was currently peppering many soft and gentle kisses upon.

The next morning you were the first to awake, stretching as you sat up at the side of the bed, eyes staring to the early hours of morning beyond the window. The confirmation of last night snoring beside you, wings jutting out in awkward angles, feathers ruffled from sleep. You let a soft smile crawl onto your lips as a hand reached to gently smooth over his hair before getting up, getting dressed, and leaving the apartment with a single note behind.

“Gone to work....lock door when you leave, key is at front door...” he groggily mumbled out as he scratched his head, fingertips gently holding up the sticky note that was stuck to the reflective surface of the fridge. He only shrugged his shoulders as he rummaged through the pantries, finally accumulating cereal, a bowl and spoon, and milk, soon getting his fixing and placing everything away, now lazily lounging on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand as he turned on the tv to munch away at his breakfast.

“Now that the weather and national news is out the way, we have some pretty hot topics on our top heroes!” Chipped out the upbeat women on the tv screen, which Keigo only rolled his eyes at.

“Hot you say? Yeah sure, bring it on sister...” he muttered out as he only continued to shovel the cereal into his mouth as he continued to listen, that bored look etched onto his face.

“Now today we are faced with the conundrum of if our beloved Hawks has found love or turned player.” Came out the voice again, though Keigo only froze, gulping down the cereal that was in his mouth.

“What?!” He shouted, now at the edge of his seat as he glared down to the tv screen through his groggy eyes.

“Our team managed to capture pictures of Hawks and this mystery woman and from what eye witness say, he and the mystery woman entered the apartment after their date at....” though the words were drowned out by the blaring of his phone ringing, which he was quick to answer it.

“Shit....yeah I know.....damage control, what? No, I’m not just screwing around with her!” he shouted into the phone as he shoveled the rest of the cereal into his mouth, placing the bowl in the sink before beginning to pace around your kitchen.

“Hey! The new issues of magazines came in early!” Called out the morning hour worker as you stepped in, raising a brow as you stepped up to the delivery that was already waiting for you at the rack of magazines.

“Really? That’s odd...” you mumbled out as you bent down, starting to rip off the tape and pull back the flaps, reaching a hand in to grab one of the magazines to pull it out, eyes looking to the bold headlines on the cover.

‘Hawks Turned lover? Or player?’

Your hands viciously opened up the magazine, flipping to the page that the story was advertised to be on, your jaw dropping upon seeing the paparazzi photos of you and Keigo of him picking you up, of the two of you on your date , and the kiss shared between the two of you and of him entering your apartment. It was like your body was frozen as you stared down to the photos in front of you, your life now on blast to the whole world.

“Shit..” you finally managed out as as you roughly closed the magazine, shoving it back into the box, your employee staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s wrong with them?” They asked, watching you lift the box up from the ground, maneuvering behind the counter to set them behind it, pushing the box far under.

“Just...don’t touch them, I’m not putting those on display.” You spoke out nervously, standing up and wiping off the sweat that had begun to accumulate on the palms of your hands, though the gasp of your employee caught your attention as they looked down at their phone.

“Pictures have just surfaced of Hawks chilling around almost butt ass naked in some mystery girl’s apartment.” He spoke out, flipping the phone to your wide eyes. Sure enough, there he was, bowl of cereal within his hands as he sat on your couch in his boxers through the windows of your apartment. “Hell yeah, Hawks got himself a lady friend.” The morning’s cashier joked, but no laughter was going to be heard from you as you were quick to make an excuse to leave the store.

“I don’t care how it’s done! I just need a statement saying that the woman is my fucking girlfriend and that legal actions will be taken because geez, I don’t know, they showed off where she lived to everyone who doesn’t live under a rock in Japan!” He said as he leaned his elbows against the counter top in your kitchen, hand burying itself in his bed hair, fingers tugging and pulling at tangles that would try to trap around his fingers. The front door of the apartment opening caught his attention as he looked to see you standing there rigidly, door quickly closed behind you as you stared at him.

“I don’t know what those people were thinking, they doxxed the shit out of her, yes we are gonna have to move her....yeah..” he spoke into the phone, you finally removing your shoes and calmly seating yourself at the kitchen counter, looking to the feathers on his wings that were still ruffled from sleep. Finally he hung up, phone placed on the counter top, a silence falling between the two of you before he spoke up. “That was quite the scare....you sure you still wanna be with me?” He said jokingly as he rubbed his face, already feeling his insides cringing from the embarrassment that seemingly felt like it was trying to swallow him whole. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you shook your head at his words.

“Keigo....lets not ask stupid questions....”

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angel-tries-to-write · 3 years

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Bloody favor

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Hanji Zoë Word count: 3204 Genre: smut, fluff

When Hanji suffers from menstrual pain, there's only one person who can help them.

Sometimes Hanji joked, that if only they could do more experiments on Eren without hurting him, they would be able to get to know titans so well, they could predict the times they attack. Levi would always roll his eyes and say that it would be very convenient, yet very impossible as well, since the titans weren't much known for thinking, with the obvious exception for shifters. Unfortunately for him, the crazy scientist wasn't the type to give up on their theories, until proven wrong, besides that would be a wonderful ability, to predict the attack and being able to properly prepare for it. Hanji felt it on a personal level, knowing there is a certain pattern to their behavior would made all their lives and fight less stressful, and stress was the last thing they needed.

Their body was acting weird recently, it felt uncomfortable, heavy and tired all the time, their personality has changed as well, they always were impulsive and short tempered, but the past few days have proven that their patience was very short, to the point that when Nanaba joked that maybe they are pregnant, she barely dodged a particularly heavy book Hanji threw at her. Not that it was impossible, those hot nights with Levi might or might not had something to do with that, even if none of them would ever admit something was between them. But Hanji knew better, Nana's stupid joke didn't make them paranoid, but they actually connected the dots: it wasn't pregnancy, but upcoming period.

And obviously, obviously, this thing always comes unwanted. It seems to have this annoying ability of picking the worst timing ever, especially when you were busy. Hanji knew that very well, they lived for long enough to experience menstrual bleeding in various moments and places they neither expected it nor wanted. Super important and absorbing experiment? Check. Boring but mandatory meeting? Check. Long expedition that was supposed to gain valuable information? Check. First secret date with Levi? Of course. If Hanji only wanted and cared enough, they could make a very impressive list of all the places and moments they started bleeding out of nowhere. And they hated it with passion.

It seemed like, at this point, the only inconvenient situation when this condition hadn't started, was a battle with titans. Obviously, with Hanji's luck in this field, it was nearly undoubted that it was only a matter of time. Yet as usual, they weren't thinking about such things, when the titans attacked, they took their gear and rushed to the Wall with no hesitation. Even though they felt tired, overwhelmed, and they really didn't want to move, Hanji knew it was their duty as a soldier. So they fought, they fought with passion and rage no one ever expected from them. For the first time they didn't care about the experiments, information, any scientific knowledge, all they wanted was to defeat the titans and go to sleep.

At some point, when they slaughtered their way through another titan's neck, its steaming blood splattered onto their face, blinding them temporarily. Hanji swore under their breath, pushed the goggles up to see anything at least and headed to the wall for a quick break. Of course, titan blood evaporates eventually, but they didn't have time to wait until this happens, so they had to clean the goggles manually.

“Squad leader! Are you okay?” Moblit screamed, running in their direction, as Hanji took the goggles off their head, to properly wipe them.

“As okay as I can be in the middle of the battle, thank you” they answered, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You're bleeding, four eyes” this time Levi spoke, though his voice was perfectly calm in comparison to Moblit's.

“I don't have time to bleed. Tell me where, so I can ignore it” Hanji did their best to look at him angrily, but they couldn't even see his face, so it was a challenge.

“Your pants” he pointed out. Hanji looked down to see a pretty large crimson pool, staining their white pants. Perfect. They should have expected that. It would also explain the constant pain in their abdomen they were experiencing.

“Oh for fuck's sake, not now” they groaned. Hanji wasn't swearing often, only when they were really tired or angry. “Fuck it, I'll take care of this later.”

“Maybe you should—”

“Don't you fucking dare to tell me what I should, unless you have more experience with periods than I have, shorty!” they snapped at Levi, very efficiently making him shut up. He knew that angry Hanji was the scariest person in the world. Apparently Moblit didn't, so he opened his mouth, but Levi elbowed him in the ribs.

“Don't even try, you'll only make them angrier” he said quietly. Meanwhile Hanji finished cleaning their goggles and they could see again, so they rushed back to fight. But as they landed on a rooftop of one of the smaller buildings, they could hear another person landing behind. They knew these footsteps too well to not figure out who followed them.

“I swear, one comment and you're dead” they growled, certainly not in the mood for bickering and jokes.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, approaching his partner. Hanji could see concern in his usually cold eyes. At first they wanted to yell at him, but they knew it wasn't going to help anyone.

“Yes” they sighed, leaning against the wall of the nearby, taller building, massaging their stomach in hope of easing the cramps.

“What I was going to suggest was that maybe you should go back and take some rest. I know it's your duty to fight” he quickly added, before they could interrupt him. “But just like injured soldiers, you only cause risk for yourself and the others by not being in your best shape.”

“I'm not injured. It's nothing, I can fight” they protested. Levi stepped forward and pinned them against the wall.

“Your pain is blinding you. Don't you see? All you've been doing is flying around and slashing titans like a maniac. That's not you, Hanji” he said and they could easily tell he was scared.

“Then what do you think I'm supposed to do? Rest comfortably while my squad and friends are fighting, bleeding and dying? Guess what, I can fight and bleed and not die” they stated angrily.

“Alright, then I'm going to have to use the more drastic methods” he leaned in and kissed them. But Hanji was not having it, they pushed him away as fast as they could.

“Are you out of your mind?! Someone might see us!” they scolded him furiously.

“Let them see, I don't care. You need relief from pain. Then I'm at your service” he smirked suggestively and put his hand on their thigh. “My body is yours, all you have to do is to use it the way you desire” he offered, pointing at himself.

“Fuck you” they spat angrily, but their blush was an obvious evidence they loved this idea, just maybe not in this place and timing.

“Excellent answer, now come and do it yourself.”

“Later” they sighed defeated, knowing fully well they couldn't resist him for long. “Once we're finished here, we can discuss your generous offer” they gave him a quick kiss and used their ODM gear to get to the other side of the area. Luckily the battle was soon to be won, after that, when they took care of the wounded and dead, Hanji could finally rest. The insides of their thighs were stained with various shades of brown and red from dried and fresh blood, and their body hurt, so all they dreamed about was a bath, a massage and, oh yes, almost naked Levi waiting for them with an already prepared bath.

“Ah, finally, you decided to show up. I thought I'd have to go and drag your dirty ass here.”

“I don't deserve you” Hanji said quietly, their eyes filled with tears.

“Less talking, more undressing. There's a bucket with cold water we have to put your bloody clothes in” he approached them and started to help them get out of ODM straps, then clothes. “Why didn't you change? I imagine it must have been very uncomfortable to wear this for that long. What did I tell you about self care?” he asked while working on taking out all the straps.

“I know, I was going to, but there was so much to do and so many people to take care of, that I didn't have time to even think about myself” Hanji explained, unable to look him in the eyes, they felt like they failed him.

“You really have to learn to care about yourself, shitty glasses” Levi said, his tone was difficult to read, even though Hanji knew him so well.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize to me. You did harm only to yourself” he said softly, kissing their neck. It tasted like sweat and dirt, which meant Hanji really needed that bath. He helped them undress completely, trying to be gentle. “Are you still in pain?”

“Yes. But I also want you so bad right now” they admitted, shamelessly staring at his chest. They were so close that they didn't even need glasses.

“Are you sure?” he asked, getting rid of his own remaining clothes. “I don't want to cause you more pain.”

“Really? That's what you care about?” Hanji raised their brow in confusion.

“What else should I?” he took a cloth, dipped it in water, kneeled for better view and started to clean all the blood on Hanji's thighs.

“Don't you think it's disgusting? And dirty?” they asked hesitantly. “Like... even more than a regular sex?”

“There's nothing that can't be cleaned later. Just like I do it now” he wiped dried blood off their skin, proving his point.

“Are you sure? I mean, cleaning is one thing, but sex?”

“Hanji... Don't make me say sappy shit” Levi sighed.

“Say it. I know you hate it, but maybe that's what I need right now” they leaned against the bathtub, to let him get a better access to their legs and crotch.

“Alright. But if you laugh, there will be consequences” he warned them. “I've heard once, that a true warrior is not afraid of a little blood on his sword, and I pretty much agree with this sentence. I don't like it, but I can handle it” he said with his eyes focused on Hanji's leg, too embarrassed to look up and meet their eyes.

“That's... disgustingly sweet.”

“Also ridiculous and pathetic.”

“Yeah. Don't do it again.”

“Don't worry, I'm not going to. But what I mean is that if you need me, I don't care about anything but your comfort” Levi stated, putting the cloth in the bucket with cold water, with Hanji's pants and underwear. He sat back on his heels and looked up, waiting for their move.

“You look really hot right now. I love to see you on your knees” they smirked, biting their bottom lip.

“Oh, I can imagine. I like to see you in this position too” he replied, there was a spark in his eyes.

“I feel almost bad I won't be able to properly use this position” Hanji lowered themself onto his lap, straddling him, then wrapped their arms around his neck. “Almost” they whispered and kissed him. Levi returned the kiss with passion, one hand entangled in their messy hair, the other caressing their buttcheek. Hanji's hand slid down his chest and perfect abs, but hesitated and only barely brushed his hardening penis. “Are you sure you want it?” they asked, looking him in the eyes.

“Yes. Now touch me, Hanji” he growled and captured their lips in another hungry kiss. The timing was perfect, just when he did it, he could feel his partner's hand on his dick, which made him moan in their mouth. He squeezed their butt in response, but that made Hanji break the kiss.

“Just be gentle, alright? My body is quite sensitive and not in the nice way. Especially my boobs, try to avoid touching them, it hurts” they asked and Levi nodded in response.

“Anything you want” he promised quietly and leaned his head on their shoulder, closing his eyes and focusing on pleasure they were giving him.

“Ass gripping is fine, besides you do it so well” Hanji purred, palming him for a while and waiting for their lover to tell them he's ready. Which he did, after a moment.

“I think that's enough. Do you want me to warm you up too?”

“Umm... no, you don't have to...”

“Hanji.”

“I...” they sighed, seeing his stare. “Yes, I do” they admitted.

“It's the first time I see you this shy and embarrassed. Even our first time wasn't this awkward” Levi noticed, his thumb found their clit almost immediately. Hanji gasped when he touched that little bundle of nerves. Period cramps made it difficult for them to actually feel the pleasure in its fullest, but their lover's magical hands were doing their job very well, making Hanji feel at least a little better.

“I wasn't bleeding during our first time. Neither I felt like shit” they explained, having difficulties with gathering their thoughts when Levi was touching them like that.

“Does it really matter that much to you? It's just some blood, no big deal” he peppered their jawline with kisses.

“We'll talk about it the next time it gets on your clothes” Hanji chuckled, but Levi pressed his hand harder, making them moan.

“Clothes are a different story. I don't happen to have any now, though” he noticed, tracing their skin with his fingers. “Besides, I don't mind getting dirty from time to time. As long as I'm with you” he confessed softly.

Hanji looked at him with these beautiful, big, brown eyes and pulled him in a passionate, breathtaking kiss, then pushed his hand away and connected their bodies by sliding themself on his cock. Both of them moaned into each other's mouth at the sensation. Levi pulled his lover closer, grabbing their thighs and ass firmly, to help them move with ease, once they were ready.

This act was quite different than their usual lovemaking, but also very familiar. Levi ignored his pleasure, focusing completely on giving all the control to Hanji. It was rare, usually the one who wanted domination had to fight for it, because both of them enjoyed being in control. Even when they felt like just leaning back and leaving most of the action to their partner, none of them liked to make it that easy. But this time he knew it was a necessity. Hanji needed relief and distraction from pain, not further discomfort, so he just had to let them do whatever they needed. It felt good for him too, so he didn't actually mind. And he obviously tried to help whenever they struggled with pace or angle. It was a quite weird, slightly uncomfortable and pretty awkward comfort sex, but no less sweet and loving than their usual intercourses. Slow pace might have felt less intense than rough and fast act, but it always allowed them to feel their bodies in a different way, to learn each other and to discover new sides of pleasure. They moved in slow, steady pace, even a little sloppy, their orgasms building up like glowing embers instead of burning flame and finally flooding them calmly like a lazy sea wave, instead of usual explosion. But they enjoyed it, that soft pleasure, so different, but still satisfying.

“You were right. I needed it” Hanji panted, hiding their face in a crook of Levi's neck.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, embracing his partner.

“Yeah. I don't feel pain for now” they answered with a small smile.

“Good. We can take a bath and go to sleep” he decided, kissing his lover's shoulder and caressing their butt and thighs. “Come on, you deserve to rest after that battle.”

“You too, captain” Hanji lazily slid off him. “That looks scary” they said, staring at his cock and lap, which were covered with their menstrual blood. Levi didn't say a word, he simply reached for the cloth he previously cleaned Hanji with and wiped himself, then his lover.

“There” he gave them a quick kiss. “Now get your pretty ass into the bathtub, or I'll throw you there myself.”

“You think I have a pretty ass?” Hanji echoed, surprised by his words.

“Of course I do, you have a lovely ass” he stood up with a little difficulty, his legs were getting numb because of this position.

“Your ass is lovely too” they smiled, standing up as well. It felt really tempting to annoy Levi further, but Hanji decided they're too tired for this and stepped into the bathtub as he told them.

After a quick bath, they both headed to Hanji's room. They tried to hide their relationship, but it was common among the veterans to seek comfort in someone else, it didn't necessarily mean they were dating. It became clear after one time, when all of them woke up in a giant pile in Erwin's room, after a particularly rough expedition. It was the day when the commander allowed to bend the rules for their all mental health. It turned out to be extremely helpful. Just when Levi and Hanji were sneaking through the hallway, they heard a scream. It was Nanaba. But before the couple could react, they heard Miche's voice and screaming stopped. She had a nightmare again and he had to calm her down, sometimes in a quite drastic way, like yelling at her first, because nothing else but shock would work, only then he could hug her, when she was aware what is real and what is not. Hanji and Levi exchanged pitying glances, on top of everything they all had been through, Nana had a terrible childhood. Levi knew exactly how she felt, he wasn't surprised she couldn't sleep well, though sharing a bed with someone else was really helpful. Usually she would come to Hanji or Moblit, but recently she started to sleep only with Miche and surprisingly, her nightmares became even less frequent and less intense. Just like Levi's insomnia eased a lot since he started to share bed with Hanji. No one questioned why or how it was working, it just was and everyone simply accepted it.

Finally they reached the room and crawled into the bed. Or at least they tried. Hanji just groaned as they collapsed ungracefully onto the mattress, too exhausted to even cover themself with a blanket. Levi had to do it for them, as he placed himself behind their back, to massage their stomach.

“You're the best, Levi” they whispered. “I don't know what would I do without you.”

“Go to sleep, Hanji” he kissed their neck and nestled himself comfortably. He didn't have to tell them twice, they dozed off a moment later. Levi looked at them for a while, before closing his own eyes. He hated to see them in pain, but he was slightly happier, knowing he could help them even a little.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #my fic #levihan #hanji zoë #levi ackerman #moblit berner

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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xialing-gf · 4 years

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school spirit

summary: mj does the most disastrous thing a high schooler could possibly do: fall for a cheerleader

wc: 1781

MJ loathed going to school sports events. Well, loathed was a strong word. She strongly preferred not to waste three hours of her life by screaming and shouting with teens who were way too interested in people kicking balls around. MJ’s idea of a school sports event was probably wildly exaggerated as she had never actually been to one and relied on movies and rumors to create an idea of what they were like.

As much as Michelle hated going to school sports events, she caved and agreed to attend a football game with Ned and Peter (only because that was the only way they would agree to play Super Smash Bro’s at her house during the weekend). They dragged her excitedly to the football game and chose front row seats so they could be closer to the action.

Michelle didn’t tell her friends that she brought a book with her so she could read it once they were distracted by the game. However, she didn’t expect to be the one who was the most distracted.

When Michelle was about to take out her book to read once the football game started, her attention was caught by the cheerleaders cheering on the track. Normally, Michelle would have just rolled her eyes at their peppy facade but her eyes landed on you.

You were one of the most enthusiastic cheerleaders as you always cheered the loudest and never faltered in front of an unimpressed crowd. Michelle watched in awe when you ran to the middle of the formation and the cheerleaders boosted you up to the top of the pyramid they formed. Waving your blue and yellow pom-poms, you shouted, “M-I-D-T-O-W-N! Go Midtown!”

Your eyes met Michelle’s when you scanned the audience and when you saw her stunned expression, you gave her a wink before jumping down into the net formed by your fellow cheerleaders’ arms. Right at that moment, Ned and Peter turned towards Michelle to ask her if she wanted to get snacks with them and saw the blush spreading across her tan skin.

“Who’s that?” Michelle asked her friends as she watched you continue to chant a cheer with the other cheerleaders.

“Whoa, Michelle. I think she’s the captain of the cheerleader team. She’s way out of your league,” Ned shook his head, chuckling when he saw the lovesick expression on your face.

“Do I look like I care?” MJ turned towards her friends with a deadpan expression on her face. Peter stifled a laugh behind his hand. “Fine. I’ll find out who she is without your help.”

Michelle watched you during the entire football game, making sure to look away when you glanced in her direction to seem disinterested. Once the football game was over, Michelle saw you and your friends head to the hot dog stand, so she bid a quick goodbye to Peter and Ned before walking to the hot dog stand. Ned honestly thought Michelle was going insane and called after her, reminding her that she shouldn’t be talking to you and she responded by flashing him the middle finger.

While you were giggling about a joke with your friends next to the hot dog stand, Michelle walked up to you after taking a deep breath and mentally preparing herself.

“Hi! I’m Michelle. Uh, you’re really good at cheerleading. I just wanted to let you know that,” Michelle managed to speak without completely stuttering, which she was almost never able to do with complete strangers.

“Oh hi! I’m Y/n. Thank you so much for your compliment! I really appreciate it,” You grinned at Michelle and Michelle nearly fainted. She swore that your smile had the beauty of all the stars in the sky combined. Pointing to the book Michelle had tucked her arm, you asked, “Is that ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ by John Green? I love that book!”

Michelle is shocked by your remark and replies, “Really? Me too. I mean, obviously, since I’m reading it.”

“We should hang out sometime. You seem like a cool person,” You casually remarked as you took a sip out of your drink. Surprise was evident on your friends’ faces as they observed your strange behavior.

“Yeah! We should. You seem like a cool person too. Okay, um, see you around!” MJ quickly turned around and walked away with her hands in her pockets. She had no clue that you watched her as she left with a hopeful smile on your face.

Michelle did end up seeing you a lot at school. You always waved to her, no matter who you were surrounded by. She waved back and you two shared a knowing smile. Peter and Ned were stunned when Michelle voluntarily asked them if they could go to a football game with her. At the football game, Michelle tried to work up the courage to talk to you again but when she saw that you were surrounded by more of your friends than last time, she decided against it.

Then, on Coming Out Day, Michelle had the opportunity to talk to you again. You officially came out as bisexual, which had shocked the entire school as no cheerleader had ever come out in the school’s history. Michelle saw you at your locker and decided to congratulate you.

“Hey Y/n! It’s me, Michelle. Congrats on coming out!” You broke into your classic smile when you saw Michelle standing behind you.

After you closed your locker, you gave Michelle a big hug. Michelle was stunned by your gesture so you explained once you pulled away. “Thank you for inspiring me to come out! Remember how you came out last year? That really helped me come out this year.”

“Oh, wow that’s so sweet! Thank you so much,” Michelle was taken aback by your reply. Nobody had ever told her that she had an impact on their life, much less hank her for coming out as a lesbian.

“Of course!” You beamed back. The bell rang, initiating the passing period before fifth period. Reluctantly, you two broke apart and as you began walking to your next class, you waved, “See you!”

“Yeah!” Michelle replied before practically skipping to her next class, joy overflowing in her heart. Her next class was geometry, a class that she despised being in and often slept in. But because of her interaction with you, Michelle was wide awake in her class and grinning while she doodled hearts in her notebook. Peter and Ned exchanged concerned glances, weirded out by MJ’s enthusiastic behavior; they figured it was because of you.

A few days later, you and MJ met in the parking lot of the school. Michelle was just about to drive home when she noticed you were standing by your car with your phone pressed against your ear, looking very distressed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Michelle asked carefully, approaching your car. You sighed, putting your phone down as you turned towards her.

“Yeah, but my car isn’t. The insurance company is coming and my sister promised to handle all the technical stuff since insurance will probably get here around the time her rehearsal ends. I just need a ride home.”

Without thinking, Michelle offered, “I can give you a ride home if you’d like.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with hope upon hearing her offer and when Michelle nodded in confirmation, you threw your arms around her in a tight embrace. This was the second time you had hugged her this week and if you kept giving her hugs, Michelle was going to melt into a puddle. “Thank you so much, Michelle!”

“You can call me MJ,” Michelle grinned as she opened the door to the passenger's seat for you.

“I like your nickname. It’s so cute! Thank you, MJ,” You smile in response and Michelle nearly drops her car keys due to the overload of emotions she experiences from your simple response. When MJ drives you home, you decide to have a conversation about the book ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ with her. From this conversation, you found out that you and MJ had a very similar taste in books. Who would have ever thought that the cheer captain and a lonely bookworm could have so much in common?

Once MJ arrives at your house, she commented, “Your house is actually really close to mine. We live, like, one block away from each other.”

This sparked an idea and you took out a post-it note from your backpack and explained as you scribbled something down with sharpie, “In that case, here’s my number. I owe you a ride sometime since you gave me one today. Thank you so much again!”

MJ watched as you grabbed your backpack and bag of cheerleading gear before walking back to your house. Watching you disappear into your house, Michelle finally realized that she was developing a giant crush on you,

With the homecoming dance approaching, the majority of students were concerned about who they were going with. Michelle didn’t expect anybody to ask her and she wasn’t going to ask anybody out either, even though she desperately wanted to you out.

That was until Ned ran up to you during lunch with an excited expression. “There are rumors that Y/n is turning down all offers to go to homecoming, from both boys and girls. People think it’s because she’s planning on asking somebody out to homecoming.”

Suddenly, you felt a surge of hope. What if the person you were planning on asking out was Michelle? Ever since Coming Out Day and the day Michelle gave you a ride home, Michelle’s relationship with you had been shifting slowly but surely. Michelle went to every single football game just so she could cheer you on and watch your routines. You talked with her after each football game and often times, Michelle would give you a ride home and playfully tease you about your pom-poms.

At the last football game before homecoming, Michelle was supporting you in the crowd as usual and there was an abrupt shift from the usual routines as the song changed from an upbeat, dance song to a slightly slower, romantic song. Your cheer teammates surrounded you and hoisted you up in a pyramid as you held up a sign that said, “MJ, Hoco with me?”

All eyes in the crowd turned away from the game and towards MJ as she clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. There’s only one extra second of hesitation before Michelle removed her hands from her mouth and cries, “Yes!”

This is how Michelle ended up never missing another school football game in her entire high school career.

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btslil-bbyboy · 4 years

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Death Note x Male Reader

Warning: read at your own risk. Will contain smut, manipulation, homophobia and so much more.

The class is so boring! I already know English, ugh… You sighed, watching as the teacher goes on and on about God. You look at the book in front of you and trace over the letters to keep you busy. “Listen to the voice of God then follow it and know that in time you will find your salvation.” The teacher reads the line that you're tracing. If God was real...will people change their behavior? You thought, shrugging your shoulders. You’ll find out once you're dead. “Yagami, are you still with us?” You look over your shoulder to see your best friend being called out. “Can you please translate the following sentence into English.” You cover your mouth to hide your snort and quickly look back to the book, not wanting to be called out. Light is smart, no question asked but sometimes you always see him in la-la land these past couple of months. He might be going through the stage like every teen has where they are stressed and anxious about what to do next with their lives since this is their last year here in this dump. Like you! Your anxiety has risen since you don’t know what can come next and if you can make it in this cruel twisted world but thankfully, Light has got your back and has been helping you sort out your life.

You want to do that too with Light but...he never lets you in. Even if you were best friends since kids, it’s hard to get the boy to talk about his feelings. You know that it isn’t the ‘what’s next in life’ since you know that he wants to be like his dad in joining the police. If it’s not that then what’s bothering him? Is it about his sexuality? He came out to you three months ago that he’s bisexual. It’s hard to accept your true self and sometimes figuring out what you like and are is very difficult. Nothing is easy. Hell, when you came out to Light a year ago, you thought that you were Pan or bi. It’s been rough but you finally know that you’re gay. It’s hard when you came out to Light but you put your trust in him and now you're glad you did since he was accepting and he also came out to you!

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“What is that big brain of yours thinking about?” You gave your toothy smile at the tall brown-haired boy. “Huh? Oh nothing, just hungry.” Light smiles at you, his hand rubs his stomach. You nod your head and point at him. “You got it! I’ll buy us something in the cafeteria then, be right back.” You take out your wallet and start to make your way to the cafeteria. You will do anything in your power to make him happy as much as he makes you happy. Quickly getting the food you run to Light who puts something in his bag. “Hey, whatcha got there?” “That was fast, (Y/N).” He says grabbing the chips and water bottle that you got for him. “Hey, don’t distract me. I see you be sneaky and I want in! Is it money?” You both make your way out of the school gates. “Oh, I just found a notebook. Nothing special.” “Bet. Must be someone’s dairy...is it mine?” Light laughs at your joke and shakes his head. “I’ll show you when we get to my house.”

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“You should start learning how to drive Light. I can’t be your taxi all the time.” You lock your car once Light and yourself get out. “Not my fault you turned 18 first.” ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t sweat it. It’s probably the one thing that I can beat you with, Mr. smartass.” You both walk into the Yagami household. “I’m home!” Light calls out. Both of you head to Light’s room and you shut the door and look over to Light to see him take out a notebook with ‘Death Note’ written across it. “Okay, that’s something else.” You say sitting down on his neat clean bed. “Yeah, wait till you know what it says inside of it.”

“...if someone does write a name in that book, does that make them a murderer?” You ask rereading the text carefully, flipping the pages. “No way. Either way, it’s probably a dumb prank.” You nod, giving back the cool looking notebook and grab your bag. “Welp, I gotta go home. I have to be there before my mom chews me out for not taking out the trash this morning.” You say, giving Light a hug.

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“Tell your family I said hi.” You called out to Light who nods and closes your car’s door. You watch him get inside and start making your way to your work. It’s nothing special but you love it since it's self employed and you love the outdoors. You get out of your car and park it and make your way to a customer’s front door. Knocking, you can hear a dog barking inside and the owner trying to shush it. You smooth down your shirt when the door opens and you see a female with a German Shepherd on a leash. “Hi, here is Lady and I’ll pay you once you return her like always.” She smiles and gives you the leash. “Like always.” You repeat and start making your way to the next house. Being a dog walker has it’s up and down like any other job. But being around the animals gives you peace and watching people go up to you to ask if they can pet them always brings a smile to your face. It’s nice having human interactions other than your family and the Yagami family. Having six dogs always overwhelms you but it gets you paid well. Stopping in front of a shop that has TV's stacked on each other with sound. You unzip your bag and pull out two water bottles and four plastic water bowls, once you get the dogs settled down, you look at the TV's to see that it was the news.

"The same assailant who attacked 6 people at a busy shopping district in Shinjuku yesterday has struck again, taking 8 people hostage at this daycare center. His captives include both children and teachers. The police have now identified the suspect as 42-years-old Kuro Otoharada, currently unemployed. We expect negotiations to begin immediately."

Wow, I wonder how this is going to turn out. You tune in more.

"At the present time, that’s all the police are telling us." Newscaster 1 informs.

"You can’t help but feel concerned for the safety of those hostages." Newscaster 2

"You’re absolutely right. We’ll continue to monitor the situation from here." Newscaster 1

"Thank you for that report. What do you make of this, Mr. Hashimoto?" Newscaster 2

"Well, one can only hope for a quick resolution to this situation." Mr. Hashimoto

I hope everyone turns out okay…

"Wait, we’re seeing something here! Looks like there’s movement at the front entrance!" Newscaster 2

"The hostages are coming out, and they all look to be unharmed! The Special Forces are taking action; they're moving in! We don't know if the suspect's been arrested. Huh?... Yes?... Ok, we now have confirmation. The suspect has been found dead inside! I repeat the suspect is now dead!" Newscaster 1 informs.

“Oh, shit…” You mumbled out, watching on. The whole thing intrigued you but you snap out of it when the dogs start pulling you away. All you could think about how karma bit him back. What a coincidence, really.

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You quickly dodge other students from left to right. You’re sure you're not late for cram school because you set the timer on your radio earlier so you can meet up with Light but like always, you’re a little behind in time. Light wanted to talk to you, and said it’s important. ‘ASAP’ his text read which he only uses with you since your ass knows English. Finally seeing the door to your classroom, you sigh in relief and quickly get in, which was a bad idea since you bumped into one of the schools bully, Sudou. You instantly recoil in fear but kept your head held high. “Sorry.” You mumble out, not even looking at him, even if he cursed at your stupidity. One of the advantages of being best friends with the top student that’s also popular with everyone is that no one really messes with you and acts all buddy with you to get a chance to speak with Light. It’s a curse and a blessing.

You make your way to Light’s desk since the class hasn’t started. You stood in front of it with a sheepish smile when you noticed that he watched the whole commotion. “If he dies, will anyone miss him?” Light mumbles to you which has you scrunching your face in confusion. That was a weird quest-OH! The notebook. Snorting you play along. Leaning close to his face, you whispered, “You shouldn’t kill people you know. You’ll get busted for sure.” Light doesn’t say anything. You don’t say anything. A second goes by and you both start to chuckle. Your (e/c) eyes catch his brown eyes and there’s a glint of life in them. Oh, how you missed that special look. It’s been a while. Your face is close to his… You could feel the warmth rising on your cheeks. Your breath falters and the speed of your heart increases. You knew that you have a crush on Light. You don’t know when it started, you just embraced it. It’s stupid really, you know that Light will never see you like that so you never opened your heart to him. The crush was big but now you can easily ignore it since you trained yourself to quickly exterminate feelings for one. It’s just part of being gay. Falling for people that you shouldn’t. Finding someone else gay is an accomplishment, finding someone that’s gay and have feelings for them is amazing and rare. Especially here in Japan but hopefully it will get better. You only had one relationship with a guy and that was the hardest to maintain since your both were closeted. You’re still in the closet sadly, you want to tell your mother who you really are.

Light Yagami, the boy that befriended you when you moved here. The boy that found you heartbroken when your ex-boyfriend dumped you. The boy that excepted you when you came out and also told you he’s bisexual. The boy that was there for you when your father and brother got murdered. The boy...Why is he getting closer? Light leans close to your ear. His hot breath tickling your exposed skin which sends a shiver down your spine. “It worked.” His voice low and raspy, which gets your blood pumping when he tries to whisper-wait. “What worked?” You stood straight, tilting your head in confusion. “Kurou Otocharada.” He says which has you reeling back in memories of today and finally connected the dots from the man that died to the conversation you two have been talking about. Your mouth instantly dropped and you look at Light wide-eyed. His eyes bore into your soul like he’s expecting something, your reaction of course. You know that he knows he reads others well by what he knows. He knew you for years and he knows how you react from stuff that he imprinted in his head. This is no different. “How...I want to see.” You slowly say. He was about to say something until the teacher walked in. “Everyone, sit down in your seats.”

You tapped twice on Light's desk with your forefinger. A sign that you both came up with as a secret code for; later, yes, be quiet and your favorite, I’m so gay. The last one, of course, is from you. Light only agreed because it amused him when you both go somewhere and get served by a hot dude when you both decide to eat out. You went to your assigned seat and glanced at Light to see him tap his own forefinger twice. You guess it's either later as conformation or to be quiet. Quickly, you turn your attention back to the front. Light already knows you, you know what Light expects from you. Of course, you will be quiet.

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“I’m still in a space in my mind where I can’t believe it.” You say, walking next to Light to a convenience store. “To be honest with you, I’m the same. I need to know if yesterday was a coincidence or not.” Light sighs out, slowing down his pace since your short legs can’t keep up. You can’t help but swallow a lump in your throat that just formed. Is he really thinking to use that thing to actually see if it’s real? If it is then, what’s next? You look at Light from the corner of your eyes and breathe in a shaky breath. Light trusted you by letting you know what he thinks happened yesterday. He trusts you, you should trust him also. “Same.”

“Hey, baby where are you going?” You and Light both glance at a man on his motorcycle with his peers bothering a woman. Light nudges you to the door and you quickly walk in. You split from Light to go to the chip aisle and guiltily pick out your chips. You wish you can help that lady out but the guy has his gang around him. Even if one person steps up, no one will follow. That’s how bad the world is. “Takuo look out!” You quickly look up and see a truck hitting the guy that was molesting the girl at full speed. You gasp and drop the chips and make your way to Light that was standing in front of the magazine aisle. You look over at Light to see his surprise and shocked face. His hands gripping the Death note. Your heart dropped and your breathing came out labored.

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“What a nice surprise! I wasn't expecting you home so early.” Light’s mom greeted her son once he stepped into their house. Light smiles at his mom, the memory of (Y/N) having his family car for the night instead of his mother came to mind. “Yeah. Hi mom, it’s because…huh?” When his mother extended her hands, Light knew what she wanted. “Oh, the results of the nationwide exams.” Light pulls his bag in front of him to fish it out. “I’ve been waiting all day.” She says, excited to see what her brilliant son brought to the household. “Here. (Y/N) says hi by the way.” Light gives his exam scores to his mother and starts making his way to his room. “Goodness! Number one again! These are the highest scores you’ve had. Is it because you started to study with (Y/N) so much?” His mom asks, even though she knows the answer. The last couple of days (Y/N) spent so much time with Light to study and she would hear them, more like (Y/N), laugh. “Yeah. I'm going to study in my room so please don't interrupt me, ok?” Light says, heading up the stairs. “Where is (Y/N)?” Light turns to his mother and tells her, “He took the car to cram school and his mother called she was needed in the hospital for a shift so she needed the car fast.” And with that, he went inside his room and locked the door.

He immediately grabs the Death Note, grabs a pen and starts writing names down. For a while, he stops and starts to examine the names he has written and starts to laugh. He can’t believe he holds something so surreal. “You’ve taken quite a liking to it.” Light looks behind him and instantly yells and falls down when his eyes meet with a monster. “No reason to act surprised. I am Shinigami, Ryuk. That used to be my notebook. Judging by your laughter, you've already figured out that what you have is no ordinary notebook.” Ryuk, the Shinigami says, watching the human in front of him stand to his full height. “Shinigami, God of death, huh? Well, I’m not surprised. In fact...Ryuk, I’ve been waiting for you.” Light gets up from the floor. “Oh?” Ryuk gave a surprised face, watching the human with interest. “I've already figured out that this Death Note that I've found is real. It didn't take me long. And now that I've witnessed the proof of its power, I only feel more confident in what I'm gonna do.” Light says, taking in the Shinigami in. He never has seen a God of Death. “That's interesting. I certainly wasn't expecting this. Several Death Notes have made their way into the human world in the past, but you're the first to have written this many names. Look at how many people you’ve killed in only five days. Most are reluctant to write this much.” As Ryuk says this, Light is thinking of a male that has pointed out many things about the Death Note. ”I've already prepared myself, Ryuk. I used the notebook even though I knew it belonged to a Shinigami, and now that Shinigami has come. So what will happen to me? You're here to take my soul, right?”

“Hmm, what do you mean? Is that some fantasy you humans came up with? I'm not gonna do anything to you. The notebook becomes part of the human realm from the very moment it touches the earth. In other words, the notebook is now yours.” Ryuk explains, looking at Light Yagami's lifespan. “This...is mine?” Light asks, surprised that the Death Note is starting to get his life more interesting. “If you don't want it, just give it to someone else. But if you give it away, I'd have no choice but to erase your memories of the notebook.” Light scoffs in his head, who will give up a Death Note? Even if he did, Light knows no one to carry out his plans. (Y/N) might be a choice if Light was there to push him. He knows the other male will follow his lead. “So, then, you're saying I can use the Death Note all I want and I won't be punished?”

“Let's just say this, you will feel the fear and pain known only to humans who have used the notebook. And when it's your time to die, it will fall on me to write your name in my Death Note. Be warned, any human who's used a Death Note can neither go to heaven nor hell for eternity. That's all. Now you have something to look forward to after you die.” Ryuk laughs at the end, knowing well how humans have died. A knock sounded behind the door to his bedroom and Light let out a confirmation that he heard the other person. “Light?” His mother calls him. Light looks at Ryuk to try and figure out how to hide the 8 foot Shinigami. Apparently, Ryuk saw the annoyed look that the human had on his face. “It’ll be alright. Answer it.” Ryuk eggs on, watching as Light slowly makes it to the door. “What is it?” Light asks, making sure that the door isn’t open enough to see the death god in his room.

“I thought you'd like some apples the neighbors brought them over for us. Why on earth is it so dark in your room? You'll ruin your eyesight.” Light looks over his shoulder in surprise. What’s going on? Mom can’t see him? He didn’t say anything, just grabbed the basket of apples from his mother and shut the door. He places the apples down and sits down on his chair by the computer while watching the shinigami examining the apples. “That notebook you found originally belonged to me, and since you're now using it, you are the only one able to see me, and of course, my voice can only be heard by you. In other words, the Death Note is the bond between Light, the human and Ryuk, the Shinigami.” Ryuk takes a big bite out of the delicious smelling fruit. “Yum.” He says, tasting the juices exploding in his mouth. Light looks at the notebook that was on his desk.

“I just have one more question I wanna ask you. Why was I chosen for this?” Light looks back at the tall figure only to see Ryuk shoving down more apples down his throat. “Hey, are you even listening?” Light’s jaw clenches. “Apples in the human world are worth the trip. What's the best way to describe these? Juicy?” Ryuk mumbles out, more to himself. “Just answer my question.” Light asks, well more like demands. Scoffing, Ryuk looks at the human, “I didn't choose you. Don't you see? This is all just an accident. You actually thought you were chosen because you're so smart or something? Don't be so vain. It just happened to fall around here, and you just happened to pick it up. And that's all there is to it. That's why I wrote the instructions in English, the most popular language in the human world.” “Then why did you drop it in the first place? You even wrote down specific instructions, so don't try telling me this was an accident!”

“You're asking me why? I did it 'cause I was bored.” Ryuk answers, not bothered by the human’s anger, more like amused. “You were bored?” Light deadpans, bothered by the shinigami's truth. The mind of the human racks for an answer but all in all, boredom leads to two different things. Happiness or depression. “The truth is Shinigami haven't got much to do these days. Most of the time we're either taking naps or gambling. If you take the time to write names in your Death Note, the others just laugh at you for working so hard. Even if you wrote the name of another Shinigami, it'd be pointless because they wouldn't die. And since we live in the Shinigami Realm, it brings us no amusement to kill those in the human world either. So I figured I'd have more fun if I came down here myself. Anyway, I'm surprised at how many names you've written, but I wanna know why you only wrote the cause of death for that guy who was hit by the truck.”

“If you don't write down the cause of death, the victim dies of a heart attack, and that's probably the best thing about the Death Note, Ryuk. You see, I've already exhausted the list of the world's major criminals, and eventually, I'm going to get rid of them all.” Light answers the Shinigami, not only for the guy that was hit by the truck but for all the names that he written down in the Death Note. “What's the point of doing that?” Ryuk questions, eating all this information up in his mind. “It's only a matter of time before people figure out that these criminals are being eliminated by someone. I want the world to know of my existence. That there's someone passing righteous judgement on the wicked!” Light can feel excitement pass through his body once more. The adrenaline kicking in. “Why even bother? What are you trying to achieve by passing judgement on them? I mean, why do you care?” Ryuk questions further, who knew watching a human do something passionate be so entertaining? “Because… I've been bored too. I wasn't ready to believe it at first, but it's obvious now. There's something about the Death Note itself that makes humans want to try it out at least once.” Light starts to have memories of all the times he just watched people do horrible things. How a boy by the name of (Y/n) got bullied because of his race.

-Flash back after Taruo’s death-

He remembers how (Y/n) pulls him out of the store and into an alleyway. His mind whirling with thoughts. His body was in a state of shock of not only just the guy that was harassing the lady but also the guy that was holding hostages. “I killed them both. I really… I killed two men.” He mumbles out, leaning on (Y/n) for support. “I...it worked.” (Y/n) mumbles out, disbelief written on his face. “Those were human lives, Light! You can go to jail!” (Y/n) gasps out, letting Light lean onto the wall behind him so he can ground himself. It won't be overlooked. Besides, who am I to pass judgement on others? Uhh… no, no wait. Maybe I'm wrong. This is exactly what I've been thinking about lately. Light thinks, looking over at a shaking 18 year old. “This world is rotting, and those who are making it rot deserve to die.” Light says, getting the attention of the smaller male. “What are you talking about Light?” “Someone has to do it, so why not me?” Light straightens out, catching his breath from the adrenaline coursing through his body. “Light, this is…” He can see the other thinking it over. Can see the fear in his eyes. He doesn’t want to see that. “You're sacrificing your mind and soul!” (Y/n) whisper yells, looking at the alley's exit, in case someone hears. “It’s worth it.” Light spits out, watching the fear of the older decrease. “Because the world can't go on like this.” Light ends the conversation, watching the fear clear from his friends eyes and something new awakens Light when the fear gets replaced by amazement.

-Flash back in the classroom-

I've wondered… what if someone else picked up this notebook. Light scans the room, watching teens his age talking to each other. Is there anyone out there, other than me, who would be willing to eliminate the vermin from the world? If I don't do it, then who will? His eyes land on his childhood friend who gets up from his seat and makes his way over to Light. The (e/c) eyed male slips a piece of paper on his desk, leaning close to Light so no one can see them. He turns over the paper to show letters that form words. Toki Kark… Realization crosses Light’s eyes and he looks over at the short male in front of him. This person is the one that killed (Y/n)’s father and younger brother.

-Flash back in Light’s room-

Both Light and (Y/n) look at the notebook. Both came in here without any conversation. Slowly, Light picks up a pen and writes down, ‘Toki Kark’. He lays down the pen and both pairs of eyes tune on to Light's watch that you gave him for his birthday. That's just it; there's no one, but I can do it. After a minute passes by, Light looks at (Y/n) who has tears running down his cheeks. The older boy gets up from Light’s bed and gets on his knees in front of Light. Hands gripping Light’s thigh, (Y/n)’s eyes met with Light’s. “Thank you, Light… I owe you my life.” The boy whispers out, bowing at the taller man’s feet. I'm the only one who can. I'll do it, using the Death Note, I'll change the world.

-Flash back ends-

“At first, I wrote the names of the worst criminals I could think of. Like I was cleaning up the world, one name at a time, so that eventually no one will ever do anything evil again. And while the truly guilty ones who deserve to be punished for their crimes die of heart attacks, the people who are less guilty but who still make trouble for others will slowly be erased through disease and accidental death. Then and only then the world will start moving in the right direction. It'll be a new world, free of injustice, and populated by people who I've judged to be honest, kind, and hardworking.” Light explains, closing the Death Note. A shiver runs down his back, remembering how good it felt to see (Y/n) on his knees, hope in his eyes looking at him. No one else, but him. “But if you did that, it would make you the only bad person left.” Ryuk counters, watching a gleam cross over the human’s face. “Huh? I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a hard working honor student considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. And I… I will become the God of this New World.”

It's just as I thought, humans are so interesting. Ryuk chuckles to himself.

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oingo233 · 4 years

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By The Lake* Part One

Summary: A family friend offers you a place to stay to get away from an abusive past. Her home is a place that you are familiar with, an old town with a large lake you spent many days in. You went there years ago for one full summer, where you became close friends with a very young Daryl Dixon. You two were inseparable until you had to leave. But now you’re back, escaping from a past much like his. You will need to weave your way through the town's problematic people, your own problems, and above all the confusing Dixon. Will you two find your way back to each other again? Or will he push you further away? And above all, will your past cease to haunt you?

Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence(potential triggers), cussing, more mature themes(not smut or anything tho), slow burn romance

Authors Note: Daryl Dixon is a character from the amazing show The Walking Dead, but this story is modern AU so not with all the walkers and everything. I don’t own and I didn’t create his character. Also this story is in no means meant to romanticize abuse, that stuff isn’t romantic. It is such a terrible, terrible thing, but it is sadly a very common thing as well. Throughout this series I only hope that I can spread awareness about the matter, and let people know that they aren’t alone, things will get better, and that no one is deserving of any kind of abuse. Ever. Anyways, I’m done with my rant, I hope y’all like it, and if not please send in some constructive criticisms I’m always looking to improve.

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I can’t help the dumb smile that spreads across my face, and I can’t help but think of all that is changing. It felt like I could breathe again, that maybe everything will turn out alright. It has been weeks with nothing bad happening, weeks of trying to stop the burning question of “but for how long?” from ruining my mood.

“What are you smiling so big for?” Cherry, my moms best friend and my god mom, stared at me from the drivers side. Before I could answer she cut me off. “Excited to see Daryl again?” She sent me a large wink, and her smile almost matched mine. I shake my head with a loud laugh, and turn to look out the window again. Hopefully she won’t see me blushing.

“God Cherry, we were 13.”I say. She laughs too, her shoulders lazily move up into a shrug.

“Whatever you say.” I glare at her jokingly, and she pokes my side, the car moving dangerously close to the right. She laughs nervously and a small “oops” slips from her lips, before she continues on torturing me. “Well, he is real cute now. A bit quite though, but then again, he always kind of was huh?” You nod silently, watching the tall trees pass in a blur.

Daryl always was so quite, it took you nearly the whole summer to get him to string together a whole sentence. But once you did, nothing could stop him from being with you. Sure, he’d never rant to you or anything, but he’d hold good conversations and what he didn’t tell you, you found easy to pick up on how he acted around you. But this was years ago. You wonder how much has changed, and if you’ll ever be that close with him again?

“Mark ask’s him over sometimes, to work on this old car he bought, ya know just for some help. He’d always ask about you.” We share a look and I stare at my lap soon after, a blanket wrapped around me for the long drive. She must have noticed my behavior because she quickly kept going, enjoying making me blush. “Cute lil thing he is, he’d always work up a blush. ‘How’s (Y/N) doing?’ or ‘(Y/N), she alright?’” She shook her head with a wide smile, but I stare at her with something like horror on my face. I try to calm myself before asking.

“What did you tell him?” He smile drops, her grip on the wheel tighter than before.

“Not the truth. Said you were doing good.” It was silent, her knuckles turned white. “He’d ask about you and Carter...” Her voice trailed off venomously, before giving me a comforting look. “We tell him it’s nothing he has to worry about.” I nod my head. It felt weird for me to thank her for lying for me, but I do anyway. Daryl knowing bout everything, when we haven’t seen or been close to each other in years seems weird, like it would be a burden.

I’m 18 now, Daryl would’ve just turned 19. You blush of thinking of how good looking he must be now. You always found him cute, but 13 was too young to do anything bout it. Although you’d never admit it out loud, you always liked him. He was good to you. Better than your actual boyfriend...

“You okay, honey?” Cherry’s voice breaks the silence, and thankfully your thoughts. You run a hand down your face with a tight smile.

“Just tired, that’s all.” Her smile faded faster than you would have liked it too. You looked into her eyes just in time to catch the glistening pity in them before she faced the road again. She knew your situation, everything you’ve been through.

“I’ll tell the kids not to bug ya then. Let ‘cha rest up first, yeah?” I thank her but decline and face the window once again. I hated sleeping in the car, always preferred watching out the window and thinking bout things instead. But maybe I should try, I wouldn’t want to make the kids sad. I loved those two boogers. Cherry had two little kids with her husband Mark. One little boy named Monty, and a little girl they named Rosie. I don’t even know how old they are now. When I was there for the summer with my family so many years ago, Rosie was just born.

“How old are they now?” I blush, almost ashamed of not knowing. But I can hardly keep track of my life, let alone everyone elses. She puts a hand on my knee, and squeezes it. Instantly, I feel better, and talking about her kids obviously made her feel better too.

“Monty is 8, and Rosie is 5! Monty just got super into dinosaurs, and we can’t keep Rosie out the lake. She just learned how to swim, she got so big...”I listen to her drawl on about her kids with a sweet, unbothered feeling. My excitement grows as she continues to tell me about them, and we are getting closer to their house. Finally we pull into the familiar town, only about 15 minutes from her house now, which would mean we are only 26 minutes from Daryl’s. I try not to think of him, or how nervous I am to see my old close friend, or what goes down in that house.

I knew about what his father did to him, or I think I did. He never told me about it but sometimes he’d stop by the old cabin on Cherry’s property where my mom and I stayed, and he’d be crying. We’d sit by the lake in silence, sometimes I’d be hugging him and tracing the lumps and scars under his clothes, other times I’d catch a glimpse of a bruise on his face in the moonlight. But whenever I’d ask, he’d push me away and I wouldn’t see him for a few days after, or until he seemed alright and I was dumb enough to believe that. At my age and time in my life I never knew how bad it was. Not until the same thing happened to me. I never should have left Daryl there, knowing all that I did. How can I face him again with all this guilt? I was a terrible friend...

I feel an unwelcome burn in the back of my eyes and throat right as we pass the ice cream parlor, the car pulled into the parking lot and I smiled brightly. Wiping at my eyes for a brief second before looking at Cherry with raised eyebrows.

“Thought I’d treat ya.” She chuckles at my expression.

“Giving me a place to live isn’t enough?” I laugh out, she laughs too and we climb out of the car. I leave the blanket in the seat, I’d rather die than have anyone here see me with a baby blue fuzzy thing wrapped around my waist.

We step inside and Cherry says a few quick hello’s, and introduces me to some of her friends in there. We grab our ice cream but I recognize an older couple from that blissful summer.

“Mr.Henderson right?” I stop a older looking man from walking out the door, I put my hand out and he takes it with a hint of uncertainty. His eyes scan me for any familiarity. They land on my hair, and then deep in my eyes, his face lights up, before I could tell him who I am he beats me to it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” He pulls me into a hug, careful not to get chocolate ice cream in my hair. “I don’t believe it! Look at how grown you are! Sharron get over here.” He waves his wife over joyfully from the car, she gives him a loving smile before shaking her head at me.

“I’m sorry dear, I don’t reco-” She gasped mid-sentence and pulled me into a hug. She looked back at Mr.Henderson. “This is (Y/N) honey!” He nods at her and she looks back at me grabbing at my hair and twirling it around her finger. I flinch when her fingers first reached for me but she didn’t seem to notice, I’m glad. “Look how beautiful...” She hugs me again.

Mr. and Mrs. Henderson are Cherry’s neighbors, about half a mile out. I used to drag Daryl over there with me so we could grab some of their infamous lemonade every afternoon. We’d stay there for hours and hang out in their tire swing, and their side of the lake has a huge flat rock by the shore. Daryl and I used to lay on it in the hot sun. Mrs.Henderson used to joke that if we weren’t careful we’d cook like eggs. I haven’t seen them since that last summer day, when I went looking for Daryl to say goodbye.

Cherry politely pulled her off me, and gave them a stern look.

“(Y/N)’s a bit tired, I was just about to take her home.”She said. Mrs.Henderson looked at the empty ice cream cup in my hand and frowned.

“Well she can’t sleep with a tum full of ice cream. See Cherry, this is why your kids never sleep on time. You ain’t feedin’ em right.” Cherry raised an eyebrow and looked at her wordlessly, lips pulled tight.

“Well, it was so nice to see you again. But we really should be going, and Mrs.Henderson, this ice cream never gave me any problems before.” I wink and pull Cherry away from them before they start brawling. Mom always got along better with the Henderson's than Cherry did, and they weren’t even our neighbors. I guess that could be why.

Mrs.Henderson grabs my elbow making me tense up. “oh but don’t go. Daryl just got here...look.” Her hand left my elbow and she pointed down the street to a young man that I don’t recognize, walking stiffly towards us. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and arms that looked good in his sleeveless shirt.

As if sensing our eyes on him, he looks up. My mouth slacks as I stare back into his startling blue eyes, the same ones that belong to Daryl Dixon. Daryl stops walking and stares at me, his eyes trail slowly down my body, and back up to my eyes. His face wide with shock, quickly morphs into a scowl. He shakes his head bitterly, brown hair falling on his forehead, and turns around, walking away from us in quick strides.

Out of all the ways I imagined us meeting again, that was not one of them. I can’t help myself from wondering what the hell that was all about?

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years

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Hope (Part 1)

I’m back (back again) with more Spencer fics. Shocker, right? Anyway, this is a two parter since I was afraid writing it all as one would be way, way too long. This mainly takes place during the prison Reid arc and is mostly similar to the actual storyline although I changed a few details. Hope you enjoy!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: Mature (smut, of course)

Word Count: 3,470

Read Part 2 called Faith here

The air was thick with anticipation; the tense, quiet atmosphere of the room making you even more anxious than you already were.

The toddler in your arms squirms and whines, clearly bored and unaware of the situation at hand. Shifting nervously, you tried to keep the memories that are threatening to flood your mind, at bay. It’s amazing how such a nondescript location could fill you with such a sense of nostalgia. Nonetheless, they were there. You stopped trying to resist them, hoping for a distraction from the current waiting. The memories flooded forward in your mind, your own personal movie playing in your head as you tuned out the world around you.

•

It all began nearly 3 years ago.

Your friend Emily had needed you to stop by and drop off a sweater she’d left at your place that week after a successful girls night in. Emily, being the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, you joked that she was your boss too. She was just a naturally born leader—mind the cliché—and her boss persona never seemed to switch off, even in her private life.

“I feel weird coming all the way up here just to bring you a sweater,” you chuckle, handing it to her over her desk.

“Hey, you know you’re always welcome to pop in here. Besides you visit so much I’m starting to think security is gonna print you your own visitor’s badge just to keep you out of the lobby.”

“Ha ha,” you roll your eyes, hiding a grin.

It was no secret that you’d met Emily at her worksite before, but it was always downstairs. This was actually the first time you had visited the BAU, or seen her office for that matter.

“Nice office by the way,” you commented, glancing around, “Kinda bare though. Don’t you think it would look nice with some-”

“Okay,” Emily stood up, walking around her desk, “I don’t have to be a profiler to know that you’re getting ready to suggest a way to redecorate my office.”

“What can I say? It’s the interior designer in me,” you grinned, proud of your passion for design.

“I’ve got to get back to work, but we’re still on for dinner Friday right?”

“You bet.”

You turned to walk out of the doorway and collided right into someone, paper flying everywhere.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you said, bending down immediately to pick up and straighten the mess.

“Spence, I want you to meet my best friend, Y/N,” Emily called from behind you.

You knew her well enough that you could hear a smile in her voice, her biggest indicator that she was trying hard not to laugh. You looked up and saw a male around your age squat to help retrieve the papers that were clearly in his hand only moments before.

“Hey, nice to meet you. Er, bump into you, technically.”

He looked up, pushing his hair back from his eyes before holding out a hand. The brown curls immediately fell back toward his forehead as if he’d never touched them and warm eyes crinkled as he smiled. You faintly remembered shaking his hand, most likely dazzled by his attractive smile, one that lit his entire face. What you do remember is Emily calling your name.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

You realized you’d held on to his hand for just a moment too long before you jerked it away, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

“I said this is Dr. Spencer Reid, one of my team members.”

“Oh yeah, the one with a photographic memory?” You weren’t a stranger to Emily’s team even though you’d only heard about them and never actually met them.

“Eidetic, actually,” Spencer corrected you.

Once again you felt your cheeks heat. You weren’t normally this flustered around new people and you weren’t entirely sure why you were right now.

“Right. Sorry. I was just going. Nice to meet you and sorry again about the mess.”

You handed him the papers you’d picked up before sliding past him and out the door towards the exit. You hadn’t realized at the time what that chance encounter had started.

It wasn’t long after that when your visits to the BAU became much more frequent. You were starting to believe security did have your own visitor’s badge reserved for you. If she was suspicious of your actions, Emily didn’t say anything.

After your literal bump into Dr. Reid you felt a pull, something you couldn’t explain. Other than the fact that of course he was attractive. But you’d convinced yourself the first handful of times that you were simply there to see your friend.

You began to surprise her at work with lunch or her favorite latte from Starbucks, sometimes even creating excuses to go see her. One time you even purposely left your wallet in her office just so you had a reason to return the next day.

By that point you had met all of her team and would say hi, exchange a few hugs and quick words with them every time you dropped by. But when it came to Spencer...well let’s just say your words happened to be more loose and flirty. You couldn’t exactly read him though, his witty banter was just a trait of his.

Like a whirlwind, things began happening between the two of you. A simple kiss became fooling around which turned into sex. He didn’t have time for a relationship and wasn’t sure he even wanted one. You didn’t blame him, not sure yourself if you could even have a relationship with someone that had such a demanding job. The hookups were almost always sporadically; whenever he had time, whenever he was home, whenever you had a moment to breathe between clients. Sometimes you even blew off plans with Emily. Which is what happened that particular night.

The team had just gotten back into town after a case and she’d texted, questioning if you wanted to meet up for a late dinner. You had been about to answer her when an additional text came in.

My place?

You didn’t even have to glance at the sender to know it was Spencer. According to Emily, they’d literally just landed and for him to contact you so quickly, you knew it had to be a bad one. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that some of your booty calls were to help him forget things even if for just a little bit.

It had been a while this time, more than a month since you were last in his company and you couldn’t lie, you had needs yourself. You shot off a quick apology text to Emily that you were too tired and already in bed before you grabbed your keys and headed for the door.

You could feel the anticipation growing internally as you climbed the stairs to Spencer’s apartment. It had been more than 30 days since you felt his lips on your skin, since your fingers tangled in his curls, since he completely wrecked you and practically made you see stars.

Your knock was answered within seconds. You hardly had time to register his presence before he had pulled you in and pressed you against the closed door, his mouth hot on yours. His lips moved against yours, his hands on your hips pulling you into him. He wasn’t normally so rough, but maybe it’d been an agonizingly long time for him too.

“Feisty aren’t we?” you teased as his lips trailed your jaw.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he growled, pressing his hips into yours causing the words to die your throat.

You had a brief thought that it must’ve been about a rough case but it instantly vanished the moment his hand was down your pants. Your fingers fumbled with his tie although you could barely focus on the task as you felt yourself melt under his touch. His fingers grazed over your underwear and a shaky moan parted your lips. It was almost embarrassing how desperate you were for him at the moment. You could feel your pounding core only intensify when he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and attaching his lips to your throat.

“I want to fuck you against this door,” Spencer mumbled against your skin.

You momentarily felt your breath leave you. It wasn’t normal for him to talk like this, but it was sexy as hell and you couldn’t think of a better idea than having him take you right here and now.

Your answer was a groan of approval before you connected your lips to his, biting on his bottom lip. You felt a thrill of satisfaction when the action elicited a groan from him, your hands busy unfastening his pants and pushing them down his hips.

Clothes were haphazardly discarded in what could’ve only been a few minutes but felt like an eternity to you when all you wanted was him inside of you.

“Oh god, Spencer.” Your ragged moan made your words slur when he was finally inside of you.

You weren’t sure how it was possible but it was even better than you remembered. Your lips traveled up his jaw, teeth brushing his earlobe as you begged for more.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” His jaw tightened, eyes closed as his thrusts sent him deeper within you. If you thought he’d driven you wild before, then that was nothing in comparison to this.

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on it as the heat began to form in the pit of your stomach. You could tell his own orgasm was fast approaching, his tell being the string of cuss words that would always unintentionally fall from his lips, too caught up in bliss to realize what he was saying.

His hand ran up your stomach to your breast before closing it over the mound, massaging it, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. The contact sent a bolt of electricity all the way down south. Your legs tightened around his waist trying to pull him as deep as possible.

“Spence,” the nickname fell off your lips both accidentally and repeatedly, your high building so painfully slow.

His own came crashing down over him, breaking him as easy as glass. Sweat had dampened his hairline, a few tiny curls sticking to it, eyes closed as his face twisted in the pleasure of the moment, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip to keep from being so loud he’d disturb his neighbors.

Your hand snaked downward brushing your clit as you watched him, the sight so erotic it about made you climax from the sheer sight. You’re not sure when his fingers replaced yours but they sent you spiraling yourself as you beg him not to stop. Your moans are so loud, his mouth covers yours in an attempt to keep you quiet.

You’re both panting when your bodies still moments later and when he tries to set you down on the floor properly, your knees buckle and your legs feel like jelly.

You end up having sex twice more that night.

•

You’re pulled back to reality when you hear Penelope’s infamous high heels clicking down the hall towards where you and the surrounding few are standing.

“Emily said they’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

You nod, still half caught up in your memories. Before you can hear anything else going on, you’re pulled back under.

•

“Are you sleeping with Reid?”

The question came nine weeks after that one night. You almost choke on your coffee wondering how the hell Emily could be so blunt about it. Even though it was true, it was enough to make the tips of your ears burn just thinking of the—sometimes—raunchy rendezvous between the two of you. It’d only happened a handful more times lately but only because you’d started denying his offers a time or two. It was starting to leave you with a weird feeling after the act, one you couldn’t describe. It also made you kind of queasy too now.

“What makes you say that?” you half laugh, feigning nonchalance.

You should’ve known better than to try to fake it with: a) your best friend and b) your best friend who is also an excellent profiler.

“Y/N come on. You’ve been blowing me off for months now. Every time you’re around each other you’ve always got these secret glances and looks going on between the two of you. You act differently around each other now. The same kind of different that would come with two people who’ve been sleeping with one another. Let me not remind you how you left your wallet in my office to purposely come see him once.”

You winced, “You caught on to that?”

Her answering look is enough to tell you that of course she did.

“Look I don’t care what you do in your romantic life, you know that. It’s just- I’m protective of Spencer. I’ve known him since he was just a kid in the beginning of his FBI days.”

“You’ve known me practically all of my life,” you pointed out.

“Reid is different though. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“And you want me to?”

“No, of course not! He just deals with things differently. He’s not good at showing his emotions.”

“Sounds like most men,” you intoned.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” Emily said, putting down her drink to look at you.

“He’s tough when it comes to work, but he just doesn’t know how to process his feelings well. Even he’s admitted it to me before. I just don’t want to see him hurt. If there’s any inclination that things are becoming more than they are and it’s not a reciprocated feeling, you need to end it.”

You would’ve scoffed at the statement if she wasn’t dead serious. If only she knew.

“I just don’t want him to have bit off more than he can chew when it comes to this.”

“I understand. But I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

“What do you mean?” Emily’s brow furrowed.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

•

Six months later, Abrielle—Abbie for short—was born. The spitting image of her father too, all the way down to the chameleon dimples as you call them; the ones that only really shine when they make certain expressions.

You did tell Spencer of course, not long after that conversation with Emily. He was and is still supportive and a good father. You decided not to be together for the sake of the baby and ended up co-parenting. It’d been a year and a half with your precious little girl and so far things have seemed to go smoothly. Other than the fact that you’d fallen head over heels in love with Spencer Reid.

It was true that you didn’t know much about each other in the months you’d spent together physically, but over the months of the pregnancy and as Abbie grew bigger, you learned a lot.

He loved Halloween, a big reason why you gave in to painting your 6 month belly a pumpkin for Halloween. He absolutely hated chopsticks, in which he said: “it was like foraging for food with a pair of number two pencils”. He enjoyed classical music; he absolutely insisted the baby listen to Mozart (which he prefers over Beethoven). He’d been shot three times; once in the knee, once in the neck and once in the arm. He memorized the delivery manuals when his fellow team member and best friend JJ was pregnant with her first son, just in case she went into labor in the field. He’s good at magic, he has three PhD’s, he loves learning. His mother has both schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s. He would do anything for the people he loves.

Which is one of the reasons you’re standing here currently.

You shift Abbie to your other hip as you watch the glow of the elevator numbers light up, the elevator getting closer and closer.

Had it really only been half a day ago when Emily had called and told you to meet her down at Quantico? At the time you hadn’t thought anything of it. You’d put Abbie in her car seat and driven over. It was only when you got there that you felt like your world had fallen out from under you.

You were filled in by the team that Spencer had been arrested in Mexico with drugs in his possession. None of it made any sense. There was no reason for Spencer to be in Mexico, no way he’d have drugs with him. But it was true. He was in a Mexico jail, high as a kite. Something else you couldn’t wrap your head around. He hadn’t touched any drugs since he got clean after being addicted to Dilaudid. That’s something else you’d learned about him, something he’d confessed during one of the many talks you’ve had with him.

You sat absentmindedly trying to keep Abbie preoccupied in your lap as everything around you seemed to move in slow motion yet too fast at the same time.

Emily, Rossi and Luke had jumped on the jet to head down there immediately while you, Tara, JJ and Penelope stayed behind. The others were working hard, trying to help him, trying to figure out what had happened. When Penelope showed you his mugshot it became real.

“Daddy,” Abbie grinned, pointing to the laptop screen as if she could reach through it and touch him.

He hadn’t looked good. You were scared to death. Then bad news became worse when a body had been found, a woman he was there to meet had been murdered. He was formally charged with the murder and was almost sent to a Mexican prison before thankfully he was extradited back to the U.S. just in time. Small mercies.

It wasn’t until they were on the way home that you found out he was there for Diana. He was trying everything he could to help his mother’s illnesses. You wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t. It was just a part of who he was, wanting to help his loved ones.

Obviously, you along with the others knew he was innocent. Proving it was going to be an uphill battle though. Apparently a serial killer the BAU had been dealing with for years, was framing him. You felt so helpless, knowing you couldn’t do a thing.

That’s how you ended up rooted to this spot where you were standing. Simply waiting to see those elevator doors open, not knowing what to expect.

As if the mechanism had read your mind, the doors opened revealing the four. He was in jeans and a plaid shirt, an FBI jacket over his hands. You knew it was covering his cuffed hands. You’d been warned beforehand. Your heart squeezed at the solemn and melancholy look about him.

You let the others greet him, standing back a bit to let them have their moment. After Garcia had hugged him, she motioned for you and you shuffled forward awkwardly, not quite able to hug him fully with Abbie in your arms. You hooked one arm around his neck as best as you could to hug him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, “The team is gonna help you. I’ll do anything I can to help as well.”

“Daddy!” Abbie squealed, trying to wiggle out of your arms.

You tighten your grip on her, leaning her towards Spencer.

“Hey Abbie-bear,” he said, using the nickname he’d been calling her since before she was born.

“Daddy,” she whimpered, reaching her arms for him, not understanding why he couldn’t hold her.

“You be good for your mommy, okay?” His voice cracks before he leaned over and kissed her head.

Abbie’s whimpers go quickly from simple fussing to full blown crying when he doesn’t take her.

“We gotta go,” Luke said, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “Rossi and I are going to escort him to the state penitentiary.”

You nodded, your own tears threatening to spill as they walk away. Abbie’s wails increased in volume, almost deafening by now.

“Daaaaaddy!”

You’re heartbroken at her wails and feel like breaking down yourself. Thankfully JJ offers to take her to calm her down and her crying fades as they recede behind closed doors further into the unit.

“Now what?” you whisper helplessly.

You feel a hand in yours and look over to see Penelope with tears in her own eyes. She squeezes your hand before responding.

“Hope. We have hope that we, this team, will clear his name; because right now, hope is all we’ve got.”

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comingupforblair · 4 years

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Titans Social Media head canon

Kory - Lots and lots of selfies that always get a lot of attention and Dick always comments upon, posts a lot of pics of her perfect fashion sense. Always leaves encouraging comments on the rest of the team’s posts. Almost never gets into fights, everyone seems to get along great with her. Will often give compliments to random strangers just because she wants to brighten their day. Loves to travel and post about it. Since she’s basically a human hot water bottle, she wears the same kind of clothes all year round and no matter where she goes. Friends with the Doom Patrol, especially Rita and Jane.

Jason - Political. Opinionated. Socialist and proud. Feminist and pro LGBTQ. Does not like capitalism, conservatives or the police and will say so at every opportunity. Will get into fights over basically anything and never knows when to back down. Goes after Bruce a lot in a way the others have decided to see as good fun. Swears a LOT but never around Conner. Hates Terfs. Rachel comments on almost everything he posts, usually to point out grammatical errors or snark at him in general and he comments back to her. Occasionally shows some surprising interests such as foreign cinema. Is still going on about how Amy Adams should have won an Oscar for Arrival. Takes immense pride in having been blocked by almost every major right-wing pundit and politician on Twitter. Close friends with the whole Doom Patrol, especially Jane.

Rachel - Posts a lot of poetry and art work. Is starting to discover early 2000′s metal and goth rock so there’s a lot of Evanescence. Shares a lot of pictures of her coffee and food in general. Very sarcastic but basically sweet. Stays in touch with the Doom Patrol, especially Cliff and Larry whom she sees as her two uncles. Interacts with Jason regularly and goes back and forth between calling out his stupidity and encouraging it. They have the same sense of humor come up with weird nicknames for each other all the time that no one else understands. The only team member who swears as much as he does. Was NOT happy with the GOT finale and will go into extended detail as to why at every chance. Don’t ever try and defend pineapple on pizza to her. Just...don’t.

Gar - Lots of animal stuff. Vegan and proud. Loves old films and follows a lot of film blogs and posts pics of his latest DVD’s, vinyl records, games, etc. Posts a lot of animation stuff and video games. Will occasionally posts a video of himself doing something stupid which Jason encourages. Often tries to get the attention of other heroes but only Clark and Diana have ever responded. Still in touch with the Doom Patrol. Never gets into fights. Posts a lot of random clips from films and shows he likes. Loves classic Doctor Who, Star Trek and The Twilight Zone. Almost never swears so when he does, you know he’s upset about something.

Donna - Lots of photography. Her work is always perfect. Sarcastic humor. Generally avoids drama as much as she can. Tries to avoid spending too much time on her accounts. Takes pictures of the rest of the team for her portfolio. The only team member to interact with the Justice League regularly, except for Hal. When asked why, she will simply respond that he knows what he did and leave it at that. Claims to have dated almost every female hero. Seems to be good at everything.

Dawn - Lots of dance stuff. Gets along with pretty much everyone but is not afraid to get vicious when called for. Will go after and share details on anyone she sees doing shitty stuff (hurting animals or kids, being racist or homophobic, harassing women, etc). Some sections of the internet are actually afraid of her which she takes great pride in. Avowed feminist. Always leaves gushing comments on the team’s selfies. Interacts with Donna and Kory the most and is the cool aunt to Rachel and Conner. Posts a lot of workout videos and shows off her abs a lot.

Hank - Doesn’t really know how social media works but likes it anyway. Gets into arguments over the dumbest things but never goes too far. Posts lots of random stuff. Surprisingly articulate and insightful at times. Interacts with Jason a lot and shares the same lovable dumbass energy even if neither will ever admit to liking the other. Has a lot of strong opinions on NFL football that the rest of the team don’t understand but respect anyway. Posts the “That’s my wife!” reaction gif to Dawn’s posts a lot.

Dick - Doesn’t care much for social media but feels he needs to stop the others from doing anything too stupid. Does not approve of Jason’s behavior and will say as much. Comments on and shares every picture Kory posts, usually with a gushing compliment. Posts a lot of quotes and video of his martial arts training.

Conner - New to the internet and everyone is very protective of his innocence. Doesn’t understand sarcasm. Will compliment random people and makes friends easily. Shares a lot of pics of Krypto and dog stuff in general. Rose is probably his closest friend and the ones he interacts with most. Is new to many experiences and posts about them. Kory is his other most frequent contact and he always says the sweetest things about her pictures that have legit made Kory tear up on occasion. Trying to harass or be mean to him will NOT end well for whoever tries it.

Rose - Thinks she’s too cool for social media and will say as much. Snarks at everyone else’s posts. Likes to make dark jokes about Slade. Bisexual and proud. Is a violently protective big sister and will get into fights with anyone who insults Conner. Affectionately calls Rachel and Jason her two favorite idiots. Posts a lot of pics with Krypto. Hates Terfs. Big musical nerd. Hated Glee but loves the cast, especially Dianna Agron. Would like to remind you that she has heard all the jokes about her one eye. Big film fan and shares Jason’s feeling on Amy Adams and Arrival, partially because she did NOT like La La Land. At all. Her favorite shows are Crazy Ex Girlfriend and Mindhunter as she likes seeing Jonathan Groff do well. Way nicer than she comes across at first.

#titans #titans headcanon #kory anders #dick grayson #rachel roth #jason todd #rose wilson #gar logan #donna troy #conner kent #dawn granger #hank hall

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teddythecat1234 replied to your post: For the reader's ask: How did you find your first...

I’m not into Star Trek anymore either. I used to be into TNG when I was young and I stuck with it through DS9 (which I never enjoyed as much) and Voyager (which I liked much better), but Captain Picard will always be MY Captain and the Enterprise D is MY space ship. I never got into any of the later spinoffs.

I have seen all 78 eps of TOS, I saw all the movies up through First Contact (after the hand-off), and my friends and I even got all gussied up like we were going to the formal opera, and we called our opening-night First Contact even "Prom Trek" since none of us had gone to prom (NO regrets: we gave ZERO fucks), and so we made our own prom circa age 26-28 doing something we loved.

I watched TNG S1-S5, and then probably saw half of S6, and really not much afterwards, though I tuned in for the final ep (and was DEEPLY disappointed). My true love there was Beverly. (Ah, Gates McFadden, one of the three main people responsible for the realization of SO MANY of my generation's fans of, "Oh...I'm a *LESBIAN*!!" ...the others are Gillian Anderson and Linda Hamilton.).

I have heard SUCH good things about DS9, but I was at uni at the time, and it was one at, like, 3:30 on Saturday afternoons...and it would break up the day, and I'd forget...it was so inconvenient and non-intuitive that I never remembered to watch it, so I've only seen a smattering of eps (including OF COURSE the Mirror episodes...SO GOOD!). I wanted to like it, but timing worked against me.

I watched and LOOOOVED Voyager. I shipped Captn Katie and Chakotay SO hard..."Resolutions" OMG OMG. I was TRULY hopeful that they would address Captn Katie's escalating instability and risk-taking. And I was even MORE hopeful when they did the ep where she locked herself in her cabin for 3 months. I wanted to see them ADDRESS her severe depression and loss of sense of self when separated from the structure of Starfleet that she was so committed to and dependent on. I wanted to see the Doc relieve her of command in order to address and TREAT her depression...to acknowledge that she needed HELP rather than enabling her and ignoring it. But...they skirted that, as they skirted EVERYTHING they built up.

I hate Brannon Braga with the fiery passion of 10,000 suns. I mean, when he was asked, in S1, how they were going to handle when Tuvok inevitably went into Pon Farr, and THAT ASSHAT was like, "What? Pon what? ...OH! Oh, but that's from the OLD show and this is a different show, so that doesn't apply." WTF YOU ASSHOLE OMG YOU'RE PART OF A WIDER CONTINUITY....AAAARRRFGGHGGHH!!! And...then they DID do ...something with it...and it fell TOTALLY flat for me.

I watched S1-S5 (again), and I WANTED to like "The Year of Hell," but it just didn't LAND for me Because Reset. I LOVED the episode where it turned out that Barclay was able to communicate with them...that slender connection to their home...that was VERY cool. And I LIKED Seven...but I didn't like that stupid catsuit...nor did I like that it became the Seven Of Nine Show.

I loved B'Lanna and Tom. I loved how they DID handle HER response to the obliteration of the Maquis and addressed that she was deliberately engaging in dangerous behaviors. I just wish they'd ALSO done that with Captn Katie; she was ENDANGERING THE WHOLE SHIP. I did appreciate that they revisited the concept, but with another character.

A friend had the headcanon (which is really just logic) that the Delaney twins from Stellar Cartography could almost NEVER rest because, typically, on a small ship working in well-travelled areas, just how much does Stellar Cartography DO? ....And then suddenly they're in a TOTALLY UNMAPPED AREA...and they need to recruit DOZENS to help them do all the mapping of this entirely un-documented area...but there are only 120-140 PEOPLE on board...so they must have never slept.

I think they should NEVER EVER let Chakotay fly the shuttles; they couldn't REPLACE them...and he kept crashing or damaging them or (check out the Coffee Nebula) just, you know, ACCIDENTALLY LEAVING SHUTTLECRAFT BEHIND by flying down to the planet and then BEAMING BACK UP.

I missed it when they stopped emphasizing that there was a SHORTAGE of resources. When Janeway couldn't have her coffee? SO awesome. When Neelix was cooking weird variations of the same thing? SO GOOD. I missed that as they forgot that resources were limited and caution was SUPER necessary.

I watched the series finale and was like...Chakotay and SEVEN??? WTF??? And I wanted not to see it END with them returning...I wanted to see the conflict of "Now we're FINALLY back to Starfleet YAY!" ...and the realization that, after HAVING to function independently for so long, finding it VERY difficult to fit into the demands of a command structure again. I wanted to see the reaction to how things had changed in the Alpha Quadrant...the Maquis adjusting to the annihilation of the Maquis...SO many missed opportunities.

I tried to watch Enterprise. I tried. I mean...Scott Bakula. Hoshi. COOL stuff. And yet, they managed to make SCOTT BAKULA--a man who could make the cut of a dress look GOOD and who could sing, dance, play piano, play football...do ANYTHING (see: Quantum Leap) while seeming personable and likeable...they managed to make him BORING. WTF???? I thought Enterprise was a boringly hot mess...but their Mirror episodes were good. I mean...EMPRESS HOSHI? YES, PLEASE. And the ep where T'Pol told the story of her grandmother who got trapped on earth and "invented" velcro so that she could sell the patent and get money for the family who helped her (I call it the T'Nana episode because it was T'Pol's Nana, yo)...I liked that...but I liked the novel "Strangers from the Sky" better....and it's the same plot.

And since then, and especially with the reboot...I just have walked away; I've DONE my time with Trek. I am no longer enamoured, and yet I still appreciate it.

I REALLY love, even now, some of my favorite Pocket Books novels (from before Pocket made the rules so rigid that the novels were no longer just authorized fanfic). My FAVE ones are "The Entropy Effect," "Ishmael" (Barbara Hambly steathily got them to PUBLISH a Star Trek/Here Come the Brides crossover!!!! With Doctor Who jokes! And there's TIME TRAVEL!), and Jean Lorrah's PUBLISHED Sarek and Amanda novels (which ENTIRELY have the backstory that is from her zines that were my first serious fanfic knowing it was fanfic).

I'm forever grateful that Trek fandom was large enough and FINDABLE enough that it gave me the "in" that I needed, back when there was no internet, to FIND fandom, then to follow the bread crumb trails to the fans of OTHER shows I also loved.

#teddythecat1234 #star trek #tng #voyager #captn katie #janeway #chakotay #logic problems #brannon braga is the literal worst

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eyes-on-me-please · 5 years

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The Interrogation

As Alice sat in the police department’s waiting room, adjusting her skirt every few minutes in an attempt to avoid the fact that everything seemed dirty, her mind lingered on three things. The first was how she looked. To Alice, image was everything. So she had put extra effort into an outfit that would make the officers take her seriously-she chose a gray sweater instead of a pink one and heels that were only three inches, tied her hair back into a bun, and decided to forego her usual lipgloss for a more demure lip balm. It was only as she was sitting there, eyes flitting about as she watched the officers go about their day, that Alice considered that her usual appearance could’ve played to her advantage. People underestimate you when you’re wearing pink. But she couldn’t help it, she always had to dress to match the occasion. And if she answered the police’s questions honestly, their opinion of her wouldn’t matter. Right? The second thing she couldn’t stop thinking about was Daisey. But that was the norm now. She was being haunted by the memory of her dead ex-best friend. When she was alone, Daisey was there, whispering in her ears. They’re going to blame you for everything, she would say. Just feel how disgustingly clammy your hands are. It screams guilty. Oh, and that hairdo is extremely unflattering. The third, and most disturbing, thought that Alice couldn’t get out of her head was the image of a package with no return address and a public mailbox on a quiet street.

Finally, someone came to get her, walking her down a long hallway. For once Alice felt self-conscious about the sound of her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. As she walked, a feeling of dread began to fill her stomach. But Alice had always been good at pushing that down and hiding all of her emotions with a convincing smile. Once in the interrogation room, Alice looked around. It was the kind of place she had always hoped to be, though in her daydreams she was there as an actress on a movie set, not as a potential murder suspect. As Officer Grant explained what was about to happen, she just smiled and nodded. Both her parents were lawyers-she knew the drill and she knew her rights. Alice had even considered bringing her mom or dad with her. But she didn’t need to. Innocent people didn’t need lawyers. She clasped her hands together in her lap, and crossed and uncrossed her legs. She checked her hair in the two-way mirror. Now that she had made herself comfortable, or as comfortable as she possibly could be, Alice was ready and willing to cooperate.

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Part One ( You. )

Do you have any criminal history? Anything big or small that you want to make us aware of?

Alice smiled. She had never been arrested, not even reprimanded or given a warning. “No, I don’t.” It wasn’t like she’d never done anything illegal. She drank before she turned 21. She smoked weed, which had yet to be legalized in Connecticut. Daisey had encouraged her to try acid once, and molly, and coke. She always hated it, and refused to do anything for a second time. And there was the time she shoplifted in the seventh grade. But if the Macy’s beauty counter’s security camera didn’t notice, the police never would. She had done things that were illegal, but nothing that police genuinely cared about. And there was a beauty in their question. They didn’t really ask her if she’d ever broken the law-they asked if she’d ever gotten caught.

How have you spent the few weeks back at college? What have they been like?

Her smile faltered. Alice had spent the last few weeks being terrorized by a murderer, having her nudes leaked along with her dirtiest secret, and crying in bed. She had spent them as a shell of her former self. And even though she wanted to scream at Officer Grant that someone was taking credit for Daisey’s murder and she had a list of the 29 people it could be, she didn’t. She couldn’t. What would happen if she did was unclear, but Alice knew it would be more awful than she could imagine. “The past few weeks have been hard. I miss Daisey. I mean, we didn’t really talk anymore. But not having her around is just…” Alice sighed. She didn’t know how to finish that sentence. “It just feels wrong. And the way it happened?” Alice grimaced. “Well it’s just all very disturbing. And then the blood outside the art gallery. It’s hard to focus on my classes, or cheer, or the play I’m doing when terrible things are happening around me.”

Part Two ( Daisey. )

How did you know Miss. Rutherford? What was the nature of your relationship?

“Daisey has been my best friend since we were fourteen.” Alice paused. “Had been. Last spring-well it seems so stupid now, but she said something that hurt my feelings, and I decided I didn’t want to be friends with her any more. Or maybe she decided. I guess I’m not quite sure.” Alice frowned. Perhaps she was being too truthful. “But before that, things were wonderful. In high school, Daisey, Angel-Angelica Flores, I mean-and I, we were practically inseparable. We were all on the cheer squad, and we had sleepovers practically every weekend. A couple of times Daisey even took me on family trips.” Alice smiled, memories playing in the back of her head. But that had been only a small snippet of their relationship. In truth, at the beginning of their friendship, Alice was practically obsessed with being like Daisey, convinced that that amount of popularity and attention would mean people truly cared about her. Her need for attention was almost pathological and no one had more attention on them than Daisey Rutherford. Being around Daisey meant some of that attention would land on you. But being around her also meant letting her do whatever she wanted, and it meant playing along with her games. It meant learning to love gossip and how to extract it from people. It didn’t take long for Alice’s friendship with Daisey to change her into a completely different person. “Our relationship was pretty normal for best friends.” What a joke.

Do you remember where you were the night Daisey went missing? If so, where were you? What were you doing? Who were you with?

“Uh, yeah, I was at the party at Oz’s house.” She paused for a minute, thinking. “The homecoming party. I was just doing normal party things, I guess. Drinking, dancing and hanging out. I mean, I had a few drinks so I don’t remember it all. But I remember I spent a lot of the night with Angel. We danced for awhile, and then she went off to do her own thing. Then I played beer pong, can’t remember who with.” She stopped to think again. The whole night had been a blur. “Well I saw my sister, Kiera Kibler. I can’t remember what time, but I remember saying hi to her. I hung out with Vitória Da Silva. Oh, and Delilah Jordan. I think we did a couple of shots and danced, And then I went home by myself, around 3:30.”

Did you notice anything strange about Daisey’s behavior the night she went missing? Did you notice anything suspicious about anyone else you ran into that night?

Alice looked at Officer Grant. She didn’t know how to properly answer the question, because all of her interactions with Daisey had become strange. She frowned for a moment before smiling uncomfortably and shrugging. “I don’t know. Daisey was acting like her usual self at the game,” which meant belittling Alice’s cheering and whispering about her to their teammates, just loud enough so that she could hear. “And I only saw her for a few seconds at the party. I don’t know if I would say she was behaving strangely. I just saw her from across the room, and then we made eye contact. And she smiled at me. I guess that part was a little weird. But not weirder than things had been between us” Alice smiled. At the time she had thought nothing of it. She was mad at Daisey, so she didn’t smile back. Now she wished she had.

Where were you the night Daisey’s body was recovered?

“The night they announced she was dead? I was at rehearsal for one of the shows I’m doing this semester. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I’m playing Maggie.” Alice smiled with pride, before remembering that she was being interrogated by the police and now really wasn’t the time. “We were taking fifteen. I was just looking at my phone, and I got the news bulletin. I had to go outside. I…” she frowned. “I don’t know. I couldn’t stop crying. I ended up coming back to rehearsal like ten minutes late. The director was not happy.”

How familiar are you with the Ashmont woods? Have you been there often? Have you recently ventured out here? If so, why?

Alice looked at Officer Grant, and then at Officer Forrester. She didn’t understand. Daisey was found in the junkyard. Why were they asking about Ashmont woods? “Pretty familiar. I grew up here, so I used to play in them. As a teenager I would go for walks there when I needed to be alone, before I had a car. I guess I still do that, sometimes. If I just need quiet.” Alice neglected to mention the fact that she also frequently went there to smoke with Oz. She stopped to think for a moment. “And I walk my dog in the woods. I think we went for a walk there like a week ago.”

Part Three ( the Investigation. )

Do you have feelings towards the investigation? Any comments?

Alice thought back to earlier that morning. She had held the package in her hands, turning it over and over again as she looked around to see if she’d been followed. It was small, hardly more than an envelope. Just large enough to hold a necklace. A gold chain, flecked with dirt from outside the Lamar’s home. But more importantly, something had formed a slight crust on it, deep red and crumbling. Dried blood. Alice had seen it, moonlight reflected off of it’s surface as she left Oz’s party. She was like a magpie-attracted to shiny things. And in her drunken stupor, she had picked it up off the ground and pocketed it. Alice figured that in the morning, once her hangover had died down, she’d send out a mass text to see if anyone had lost something. But she had put it in her jewelry box where it was quickly forgotten. It wasn’t until after Daisey was declared missing that Alice went looking for a bracelet Daisey had once given her. She didn’t find the bracelet, but there lay the chain, dried blood on it as clear as day. She had wanted to take it to the police immediately, but the killer’s message had warned her against it. So it sat in her room, hidden for weeks. After Alice got the notice that she was being summoned to the police station, she decided she couldn’t hold onto it anymore. But so much time had gone by, there was no way the cops wouldn’t be suspicious. There was even the possibility of being charged with evidence tampering or obstruction. Alice had done enough research to know that the charges wouldn’t stick-they wouldn’t have proof of knowledge or intent. But if she was charged, the killer would know. So it all had to be anonymous. She put the chain in a plastic bag, and the plastic bag inside the small parcel. She wrote the Ashmont Police Department’s address on the front. And then she drove to the edge of town where there happened to be a mailbox. Alice stood there for ten minutes, debating whether or not to send it. On one hand, it was DNA evidence. It had the potential to solve the case of Daisey’s murder with one trip to a lab. On the other, the killer had said people would pay if they talked to the cops. What if someone had seen her pick the necklace up at the party? What if the killer was watching her now, waiting for her to put it in the mailbox? She couldn’t bear to have more pictures of herself leaked, or, god forbid, a video. She couldn’t risk her life, or jeopardize the lives of the people she loved. Alice was too afraid. So she put the package back into her purse, got in her car, and drove away.

It was still burning a hole in her purse. She couldn’t think about it without feeling her heart beat faster. Bringing evidence into a police station and not turning it over was stupid, even for her. Especially evidence that she put her fingerprints on before she ever realized what it was. But there was no safer place for it than where she could see it. She was already planning on ordering a lockbox off of Amazon once she got home. Alice swallowed, turning her attention back to Officer Grant. She would have to keep most of her comments on the investigation to herself, it seemed. But she could say how she felt about it… almost. “I just hope things are going well. It’s really important to me that this is solved.”

Do you have any people you feel the police should look into? Please, let us know who and why.

Of course there were people Alice thought the police should look into. Twenty nine of them. Some of them she truly believed couldn’t have done it. But it wasn’t her place to decide. However, as Alice tried to ignore the chain hidden in her bag, one horrible thought made its way into her head. That she had absolutely no idea who that necklace belonged to. It could have been Daisey’s. It could be the killer’s. Or it could belong to some not-so-innocent bystander. And none of that told her who was responsible for all of this. Her brow furrowed as she sat in thought. “I really don’t know. I guess the person who seems the most suspicious to me is The Figurehead. Everyone knew he and Daisey didn’t want to get married. It was all fake. And now his brother is missing? I don’t know, maybe that’s a terrible thing to say. I don’t know what his relationship with Nathaniel is like. But it just feels strange.”

Part Four ( Weekly Events. )

Did you attend the illegal bonfire? Do you know who organized this event?

Alice nodded. “Yeah, I was there. Even beforehand it seemed like a bad idea, but I wanted to go anyway for some dumb reason. I heard Daniel Rutherford helped organize it. But I have no idea if that’s true. Wouldn’t surprise me, though. Danny loves parties and I’m pretty sure he hates rules.”

Did you notice any suspicious activity if you attended the event?

“No. Honestly?” Yes, Alice, they want you to speak honestly, she thought, nearly rolling her eyes at herself. “I was pretty drunk. My only concrete memory from the bonfire is the reaction I got when I told a bunch of people who were making s’mores what gelatin is really made out of.”

Do you know Nathaniel Ballantyne? If so, what do you know of him?

Alice shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I know him. I more know of him. He dated my sister, a long time ago. Near the beginning of high school, I think. But maybe it was middle school? I don’t know, I’d have to ask Kiki.” The next question was trickier. “I know he loves the stars. A hobby he totally got from my sister. Hmm, what else… Well, he’s a TA at St. Etienne’s. I am, too, so I see him at staff meetings every once in a while. He’s obviously really smart. It gets kind of annoying.”

Do you know anything about his connection to Daisey Rutherford?

“Other than his brother? I don’t think they had one.”

Finally done with her questions, Officer Grant told Alice she was free to leave. She grabbed her purse, hugging it and it’s contents close to her chest she quickly walked out of the police station. Alice didn’t look back once.

#veritasinterrogation #wow i can't believe i spent three years on this #and then three minutes on the picture woops #tw drugs #tw blood #tw death #tw murder #🔪 all the good girls go to hell ‘cuz even god herself has enemies || daisey 🔪#✰ angelica flores ✰#✰ oz lamar ✰#✰ kiki kibler ✰#✰ vitória da silva ✰

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fantasyizlife · 6 years

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My Savagez Part 4

Paring: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield x reader (AU)

Summary: Tom, Haz and Y/N are in a loveship built so uniquely by your own three beating hearts no one could break it apart. But what happens when buried past don't stay buried? Will your love survive? Will you survive? How much of their past is going to test and take from each of you? Only time and endurance will tell.

Side note: Loosely based off of the movie Savages

Word count: My first 5K plus!!!

Warnings: angst and smut..pretty much all of part 4. 18 and older type of vibe

The restaurant was beyond exotic. Of course they reserved the only private room at triple the cost to bump the already held table. My eyes were wide as we were led down a tunnel underneath the ocean. All around us swam colorful tropical fish and we were bathed in blue light that danced across every surface. I paused taking the natural beauty. I touched the glass and the fish seemed as they wanted me to pet them. I felt a tug on my dress as Haz nodded for me to keep walking. I peeked up at him trying to hide my questioning eyes, we really didn't speak after I made the joke that he had a tiny penis. I mean he had to know it was a joke, right? He's definitely not lacking in that department. But I figured if he was fine with it he would have joked back by now. He picked me up midwalk and spun me around until I begged him to stop.

“You stop it y/n" he said setting me back down on wobbly legs. He held me still in his arms as the waiter and Tom kept walking. “Your taking so much in and analyzing it to death, tell I'm wrong" he smirked. I let out a breath in omittance of defeat as his sky blue eyes sparkled.

“I told you, Tom respects honesty. I knew he wouldn't be upset, at least with you.” he said raising his eyebrows at me. He lifted my chin to meet his eyes only brightened by our surroundings. “He wasn't thrilled that we connected the way we did in the heat of the moment but he understood, hell he might have taken that risk with you himself...except well, Tom is more clear headed about matters like that. He's never impulsive. Well, until you came along anyways" he smiled wrinkling his nose. “He’s smitten with you, same as I.” he said so sweet.

“I'm more afraid that I offended you Harrison, my tiny comment was meant as a joke because I was pissed that you kept laughing at it all and Tom was looking panicked” I said feeling stupid

“Angel in order to be offended I would have to be insecure of my dicks size" he said pressing his hands against the glass on both sides of my face, trapping me in his Haziness. “We both know my dick size is anything but tiny, right love?” he whispered rubbing his cool nose over my right cheekbone. “Yes Harrison, your right” I swallowed hard as Tom cleared his throat breaking me from Hazs spell. I laughed as he turned me towards Tom and smacked my ass hard earning him a yelp.

“There, I accept your apology” he laughed back. “Tom has a punishment as well, don't ya mate?” he said as they squished me in between them even though the rounded booth could fit 12 people easily. The waitress approached and took our drink orders as she ogled both Tom and Haz. I didn't mind, they were both beautiful sights to behold. I watched the fish swimming freely about trying to calm my nerves as they disagreed on what bottle of what to buy, they decided on a few. I laughed to myself wondering if that is how I would have been when it came time to pick Tom or Haz. I would have never been able to make that choice. And thanks to my savagez both picking me, I'd never have to.

“What's funny” Tom said running his fingers over my bare left knee. I shook my head but he wasn't having it. “Tell me or I'll punish you right here on this table, I promise on that princess” his wicked smile made my mouth drop open in protest. He wasn’t kidding.

“Tom its it's not fair I get punished for all that between me and Haz, I didn't know you had a deal!” I said innocently and truthfully. He raised his unruly left eye brow and licked his lips looking at Haz. He gave me a big smile.“I'm not punishing you sweetheart, it's Haz who's going to be punished, you've done nothing wrong y/n" Tom said in a seductive tone as he pushed my hair away from my face and brushed his thumb over my lip. “I can't wait to taste these lips baby”

“Then why wait Tommy” I breathed out melting into him.

The waitress came setting our bottles of Dom Perignon and Armand De Brignac in buckets of ice. She stood there watching our exchange waiting for our order “Because once I start, I won't fucking stop until this whole island knows the way my name sounds from your voice and that you are mine" he said kissing the left side of my neck. My face was flush and I whimpered at the loss of contact as did our beautiful waitress. Her and I made eye contact and we girls laughed together as we both felt embarrassed. She looked to Haz and asked if he wanted to sample anything on or off the menu winking at him. I had to hand it to her, she had huge lady sized coconut balls for that!

“Can you fill our glasses love?” Haz asked keeping his eyes on the menu as all three of us stared at him. She stood tall and confident as he licked his lips and rolled his fingertips in circles over his now full flute. She knew he was worth the wait and didn't falter as he looked her up and down. He leaned towards her asking sexy “Can I really have anything in this room I want?” She nodded yes leaning towards him, making sure she gave him plenty of her breast to look at. “Humm, and could I have it right here on this table?” Haz asked in a deep dark tone. The beautiful waitress let out a confident and excited yes! Haz gave her his million dollar smile and pulled me into his body. “Her, I want Y/N, right here on this table. Can I have that" he smirked at her open mouth. Tom slid his hand higher underneath my short cocktail dress and rubbed his rough fingers in thoughtful circles. “Same for me, brilliant ideal Haz!” Tom said shooting her a look that said fuck off and she stomped away calling them assholes. I sat there wide eyed, stunned at what just happened.

They were still laughing it off when the head of the kitchen came over apologizing about her behavior and took our orders. I was refilling my third glass when Tom stopped me. “You have to sip this slower sweetheart, you’ll see soon enough, trust me” I pouted as our meal started to arrive one course at a time. “ You can have all your heart desires soon as dinner is over, I promise” I swallowed my first bite contemplating what he could have meant with those words. They made small talk as we got through dinner. I was lost in Haz and Tom land, watching the fish swim around us wondering what was coming next.

“What's on your mind angel?" Haz asked as I stared at the ocean that circled us. I was learning fast that I couldn't hide much from these men. So out my thoughts tumbled fast and almost in a fit of giggles! Must be the bubbly combined with nerves.

“Do you guys share women all the time? If that answer is yes, how many times?”..I trailed off “Should I even ask that? Is it at the same time or do you take turns? Do you watch one another?... That's kinda weird,HOT,but creepy,right? Maybe not, am I naughty for thinking that! I'll have to think more about that... What do you guys expect from me? What do you want from me? Am I supposed to choose one of you and not both? Holy shit, I really didn't think this out did I?” My heart was hammering in my chest. I gulped down my drink and eyed them at my right and left. Their eyes were wide and both were stifling a laugh. “I just said ALL that out loud didn't I?” the heat crept up my face and I wanted to run. I hid my face in my hands. WHY WAS I SO AWKWARD! I knew they wouldn't let me up so I sank lower in my seat and was ready to crawl like hell to get away.

“No you dont” Tom said said grabbing my upper arm. “We can't answer them questions if you run from them y/n and they are perfectly normal to ask" he said sincerely looking into my eyes. His beautiful eyes were the color of whiskey when the sunlight shines through it. He helped me sit up and tilted my face to his. “I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous, this is all so new" I said small wanting to start this all over.

“So are we y/n,it's why well get through it together" Haz said kissing my bare shoulder. He traced my neckline as Tom offered an answer never breaking eye contact.

“No y/n, Haz and I have never shared a woman. In ANY way. We barely have time for anything outside of what we do for a living. Which is why stumbling upon you threw us both off. I won't speak for Haz but I can tell you I felt protective of you the moment I seen how scared you were on that bed after the way we met. I've spent so long hating this world and all the ugly in it I forgot that life is sweet and beautiful, just like you y/n" he held my hand in his lap taking a deep breath. “Do I want to share you?” he exhaled and his lips twitched before he downed his champagne “Fuck no” he said possessively looking at Haz than me “But I know what our jobs require of us and there will be long periods of time when I'm gone and unreachable, so will Haz" I looked at our hands intertwined and he brought my eyes back to his.”There's no one I trust more in this world than him. When I'm gone, he'll be there. When's he's gone. I'll be there. You will always be protected Y/N. We will never leave you alone and we can focus on staying alive knowing your safe and waiting for us at home” he said kissing my forehead. He let my hand go as he refilled both our empty glasses. I brushed his hands needing one more tiny detail.

“What happens during the in between times when were all together, like now?” I smile still thinking of a Tom and Haz sandwich. Tom raised his eyebrows at me “I don't share y/n" he said as if it finalized the deal. I shook my head, not even close to done boss. “I dont cheat Tom, but if I'm equally yours and Harrisons we have to agree to all the terms before we seal this deal, yeah?” I wink at him using his words against him. Haz laughed with me as our final course arrived and it was one giant lava cake for us to share. HOW FITTING. I held out my hands to use this as demonstration. I took his and Harrisons spoon away and held mine up. His eyes grew dark knowing this was a challenge as he smiled. “So here we are, all three of us, one place, all hungry for one thing, yet we only have one spoon to fulfill our need, right?” I took a giant scoop and placed it against my lips. I closed my eyes and moaned at the delicious flavor assaulting my taste buds. As I opened them Haz took a lick of the same bit I was hovering mid air and let out his own moan. “I know, amazing right?” I asked winking at him. He pulled me towards him and Tom was quick to get control back by grabbing the spoon and growling like a defeated brat “FINE” he put the entire desert in front of him unwilling to share it as he offered his solution yet again “Well work out a schedule, 7 days in a week gives us an even 3 a piece and 1 to ourselves or whatever.” he said so NOT happy. I didn’t dare laugh at how cute he was.

“We don't need a schedule mate, I can honestly say for the first time in our lives your over stressing on this.” he met Tom's gaze and they spoke that quiet exchange that seem to calm him down “Why don't we just go with the flow and trust one other to be respectful and understanding towards each other? It sure beats watching the clock strike midnight on the days she better not be a minute late to my side" he laughed as he tapped his watch looking at me.

“Your such a div" laughed Tom “That makes more sense, but I’m still not sharing this lava cake"

“Thank you Hazzi for making me feel like an adult and not a child in a custody battle" I giggled as Tom's face turned red.

“I can do both darling, say I can't and I'll pull you over my knee right here and now" he cooed in my ear “I promise you'll love my spankings so much that you'll beg for more" He swirled his glass waiting for me to challenge him back. I shook my head no as the waiter approached us offering his services.

“No thank you, we have plenty of surprises waiting for us" Haz said giving the man his full smile. “Can you have some more of these bottles sent back to our place please?” He shook his head and wished us all a pleasant evening. I grabbed the last of the bubbly, drinking as we went.

Tom led the way back through the tunnel and into the growing crowd as I he held my hand tight to his back. Haz had both hands on my hips making it well known who we all were with as we moved through the sea of dancing bodies. We found a open spot at the bar. Tom patted the bar stool and I took that as my command to sit. He and Haz scanned our surroundings more than enough times to keep a queen safe.I looked at them as an outsider like the others did. There were lots of eyes on us, men were caught looking at me and quickly moved on the moment they were caught by one of them. I sipped my fifty thousand dollar bottle of champagne and watched women eye fuck them both. A few were bold enough to call out to them. They stood out even dressed down. Tom had on a fitted black shirt with white buttons and black shorts to match, topped by a sixty thousand dollar piece of wrist art known as the Piaget Altiplano Skeleton watch. Everything stood out on Tom, but his tan skin made this watch shine without a diamond in it. Harrison wore a all black button up shirt but left it open to show his pale blue thin tank top underneath. My eyes lingered on him longer just now noticing he was well put together. Haz liked to be noticed. He had on a long platinum chain with a diamond axe attached to it. My eyes bulged at his Cartier two hundred and forty thousand dollar watch and he gave me his million dollar smile. I leaned over to look at it better and nearly fell off the bar stool. He caught me and rested my back against the edge of the bar as Tom took away my nearly empty bottle with a scowl at just how empty it was. He demanded I have only water to the bartender handing him a nice to tip to ensure he complied. I was too caught up on Haz to argue.

“Like what you see angel” he said loud over the music. I shook my head and grabbed the back of his hair as he bit his lip in reaction. I started to rock my hips to the beat of “Bom bidi bom” by Nick Jonas the music making me want to let loose NOW I started to dance, my body was always led by music, it was in my blood after all.

“Fuck me.. Mate can we just go already?” he pleaded with Tom trying his best to not look at either one of us as I felt his cock start to rise. His long fingers traced my collarbone and down across the swell of my breast that were straining against the fabric of the tight black dress. The dress was a sexy plunging v neck with wide lace fabric that barely covered my breast as my nipples poked through at his touch. I threw my neck back and closed my eyes as he traced the sides of my breast and back up. His hand gripped my neck and the other brought my leg around his hip as he rocked his body to the beat. With my heels on we had perfect alignment for him to slip inside me. He was hard and I was ready. So ready in fact I bet if he grinded any harder into me his shorts would be soaked. I opened my eyes to stare up at Haz trying so hard to keep it together for the second time today. This was the most contact I’ve had, well ever. But I was well aware of the heat coming off of Tom as he watched the small display in front of him. He was unreadable as if he was watching a movie and trying to figure out the ending. He raised his eyes at me when I moved my leg off of Harrison and tried to stand straight. I was drunk off his Haziness and high off pure bliss, a mixture of endorphins and arousal. I checked again to see if he was pissed or upset, but Tom gripped his hard cock and bit his lip, letting me know he was enjoying this too. I reached for his hand and he led us away from the music and the lights and the heats of the moments.

We walked back silently and peacefully, side by side. My hands held by each beautiful man. My mind was giddy at the thought of who I was going to kiss first, who was I going to feel inside me first. Who would taste me first, who would I swallow first. Too many choices and too little time. I wanted them both at once,together. FUCK IT! I was calling the shots on our first night of forever. They were my savagez after all!

I slipped my hands to my sides and they spun around to look at me. Tom's hooded eyes seemed impatient as he looked at me and watched my eyes bounce back and forth between them both. I stood tall despite the sway in my buzzing body. Tom was already shaking his head no before I spoke, but I pushed back anyways. “Tommy, I need tonight to be about all of us" I shook my head mad at myself, here I was asking, not demanding! I crossed my arms and he cocked his head to the side. “Don't make me carry you y/n” he hissed as Haz started to walk forward. I stood my ground and he accepted my challenge. He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder exposing my ass to the cool night air. He brought his hand down with a heavy smack and I bit my lip not giving him the satisfaction of my moan. He repeated it once more for good measure before putting me down on the bed. I wasn't giving up just yet. “Tommy...I haven't even been kissed by either one of you. You've both deprived me of even skin contact outside of helping my sunburn”

“Hum hum, and it don't hurt no more does it y/n?” Tom said looking into my eyes as he removed my heels. I shook my head no and he smirked “Then your skin isn't deprived so much is it?” he removed his watch crossing the room to put it away.

I rolled my eyes as Haz ran a frustrated hand through his blonde hair. He turned on my Ipod and thumbed through it, stopping on my playlist Sexy Mood with approving eyes.I knew it by the song “Crazy In Love, 50 shades slow remix" by Beyonce blasted through the thick air. I absorbed the music as Tom walked back over to me holding out two aspirin and a glass of ice water. I kept my eyes on Haz as I did what was being asked of me. “Good girl” Tom said cocky taking my empty glass and setting it down.

“I only did it because it was best for me, don't let it go to your head" I retorted. He laughed out loud and pulled me on my feet turning me towards Harrison.

“You forgot princess, Haz is being punished for his selfishness with you today. He had his hands all over you at the bar, I didn't ask him or you to stop, not even once. We both knew that I was loving the view" he reminded me by pressing his firm cock into my ass. “Tell me why you didn't kiss Haz then? Why did you look to me for approval? Perhaps it's because deep inside you want to feel me the same way you did him? One on one. I'm trying my best here love, don't let it go to your head" he said nibbling my ear.

I stood baffled at the honesty in all he spoke. I closed my eyes wishing I was sober so I could listen to my instincts not my lusting throbbing core. She was a greedy diva! I closed my eyes letting my body get lost as “Not afraid anymore” by Hasley pulsed through the air, fueling my desires, perhaps Tom's mind could change if I stopped trying to challenge him and just walked us into it. He traced kisses down my shoulders as he slowly unzipped my sequined dress. “Should Haz return the favor of touching you since he neglected you earlier Y/N" he asked as my dress pooled at my feet. I swallowed hard and nodded yes in Harrison's direction, meeting his sky blue eyes. Tom knew I was a burning mess but he controlled the flames. He gripped my hips pulling me into him and I bent over slightly so he could have a better view of my ass against his cock. He let out a moan that was higher in pitch as I swayed my hips against his shorts, my panties were wet and warm. I wanted them off. I pushed them down but Tom's fingers on my hips pulled them back up. “Not yet baby, let me do the unwrapping, yeah?" he said so uncontrolled. I rocked my body against his thick cock, seducing him further as the beat of “High” by Wheathan and Dua Lipa set the mood. Tom caressed my hot skin everywhere I wasn't naked yet, he grazed my neck with his teeth and undid my strapless bra one hook at a time. He was losing control. SHIT we all were. He motioned for Haz to join us and my heated body went into overdrive.

My eyes widen as Haz took one layer off at a time. He walked ever so slowly, inching towards us until he reached me in his white Hollister boxers and his beautiful watch and necklace. He must have known it was somehow a turn on for me. I held onto his strong arms using my body as a tool to bring us together to the beat of the music. He bit his lip hard as Tom released my breast to the air. Haz turned me around to Tom as he pushed his hard on into my ass. I removed Toms shirt in a quick and greedy hunger. He must have sensed it as he held my hands from undoing his black shorts.

“Soon princess, I promise but first Haz to pay his punishment so we can move forward “ his tone was sexy and teasing. “Tommy, it's punishing me at the same time! So.Not.Fair!” I whimpered “I'm sorry love, your so right. Let's let Haz make up for being selfish today" he rested his forehead against mine “Then I'm going to make your body feel like it's always belong to me.” he said with a promising whisper. He gave me a quick kiss on the edge of my mouth and moved behind Haz and me. “I got you (I feel good remix)” by Jessie J kicked on next.

Haz turned me into him and before I had time to react his hot mouth was on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and assaulted my senses. His lips were soft as he kissed me with an all consuming kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened our kiss with a slow aching need. I felt his hands trace down my sides, Haz now moaning as he brushed against my breast. Tom clearing his throat loudly let him know that was a no no. “Bring y/n here and sit her on your lap" Tom said roughly pulling out a low bench for us. Haz didn't hesitate. He lifted me in his arms not breaking our kiss. I kissed him urgently with a feverish need as Haz lowered my hot wet sex on top of his stiff dick. One slip of my panties and his boxers, I could have Harrison inside me. I pulled his long blonde hair hard as he gripped my ass running his fingers over my soaked panties. I let out a loud moan rubbing against the friction, aching for release. He sat us down carefully and now I was straddling him. I had the upper hand. FINALLY!

Haz looked high off endorphins and lust as I rocked back and forth slowly. He looked at our hips connected and his soaked white boxers that outlined his long hard cock against my heat and then painfully at my breast, biting his lips again. He wanted to kiss my breast so bad. I felt him twitch underneath me as I touched them in slow circles riding him back and forth, rolling my hips side to side in rotation. Haz groaned when I pressed my naked chest to his naked chest and forced him to sit back. He rested his weight on one arm and held my side as I started to rock my hips faster. The only thing stopping us from being one was our thin soaked underwear. I growled almost frustrated at that fact. I picked up the pace and Haz held me tight telling me to slow down. “Easy Angel” he panted “We've got a long way to go" he said kissing me slow. He nipped at my neck and left sloppy wet kisses down my chest, I held tight to his hair pushing past Tom's invisible cut off line. I looked up in search of Tom. I was going to beg at this point. This was driving me insane.

“Turn around love" he said sounding pleased from behind us. Haz helped me to my wobbly legs and kissed between my breast going lower ever so slowly. I looked back to meet Tom's dark chocolate and umber eyes as Haz kissed my belly button. I was going to explode if I didn't get what I needed and soon. “Tommy please" I said my breath ragged and unsure of what I was pleading for. But he knew, Tom just knew. He came over to me and turned me to face him. Harrisons started to plant more wet kisses on the sides my hips and trace a line around the edge of my panties with his tongue,teeth nipping at my ass. The smell of our arousal was in the air. “Kiss me where it hurts" by Rita Ora blasted from the speakers. The song was more than fitting.

Tom pressed his thumb in my mouth and he pinched my nipples just enough to dangle me over the cliff. I instantly grabbed his soft curls and pulled on them as I sucked his thumb. My teeth grazed his skin as he removed it. “Humm,good girl” he praised rubbing his wet thumb over my hard aching nipple. We repeated the process as I begged him for more with my eyes.

“Almost there baby, tell me what you need?" he asked with a sexy smirk. He knew damn well what I needed! I opened my mouth wanting to tell him just that but before I could respond he pulled my panties down in a swift motion and threw them away from us. He kissed my legs at an uncontrolled rhythm. He was hungry for me as he nipped my skin, making me moan and gasp at the pleasant sensation. He hovered at my waist making it clear he was staring at my glistening sex. His strong fingers tapped at my inner thighs silently asking me to open my legs wider. I gripped his hair and did as he asked. He kissed and licked around my bare naked kitty but not directly onto my sex. He kissed and licked upwards and I cried out in agony as he left me dripping and untouched. “Tommy, plea.!” I was cut off as he stood up straight and kissed me forcefully, almost in a claiming dominant way. He kissed me deep and wild. Hungry like his life depended on it. He grabbed me by the throat but didn't choke me. He kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. I felt my legs go weak as he torn his lips away from me and sucked my neck hard before he bit down. I gasped at the pain and pleasure, I was sure he was leaving his mark. He pinched one nipple as he took the other into his mouth. I sighed in relief and my breathing picked up. I was going to cum without even being touched! I reached back to steady myself and Haz rested me on his lap. Tom kissed my other nipple and teased me with his circular motions on my inner thigh, so close to where I needed. “Why won't you touch me Tommy" I asked confused and hungry. He eyed me on Harrisons lap and smiled at me so beautifully. “Haz needs to finish his punishment remember love?” he kissed my lips quickly and walked over to the bed.

He sat on the edge watching me as Harrison trailed his soft fingertips down my naked stomach. I struggled with the endorphins rushing in my veins I couldn't keep my eyes on just one place or person so I closed them resting my head on Haz’s shoulder. He turned my face into him and kissed me softly as his long fingers squeezed my breast. He palmed them perfectly using his thumb and finger to pinch them hard then soft. I clenched my legs closed as I felt myself losing control. Haz smiled in our kiss as he moved his long fingers back towards my dripping core.

“Spread your legs love, I want to see you come undone” Tom demanded sexy as Haz inched closer, still kissing me. At this point I was a puppet and they controlled my strings. Haz raised each of my legs, draping them over his. He opened his legs wide as he grinded his cock underneath me. I arched my back trying to feel as much as him as I could. I felt the air hit my exposed sex and I opened my eyes to meet Tom's dark hooded eyes. My eyes were glazed and I nearly lost it when Haz rubbed my clit with the tip of his finger,my throbbing nub was bundled with nerves. “Touch her Harrison, our beautiful y/n isn't going to make it much longer”

“Is that true y/n?” Haz asked as I looked into his sky blues before closing them. Slipping off the edge. “Give me more time angel, please, I haven't tasted you yet and you smell so fucking good" he cooed as I bit my lip trying to hold on. “I cant Harrison, I'm sorry..” I moaned as he pinched my nub hard making my eyes fly open and I clenched my legs closed. “Humm, well make the most of it baby" he said spreading my legs wide again. I focused on my breathing as his fingers traced my folds. He sucked in his breath as he felt just how wet I was. He ran a long finger through my wetness barely touching my walls. I watched in amazement as he licked my juice from his finger and coated his lips. He pulled me into a hot kiss as he plunged his fingers deep inside me. “Wow,Your so fucking tight angel" Haz gasped sounding surprised and amazed. He kept my legs open and my moans escaped into his mouth. He worked his middle finger at a steady pace as he rubbed my sensitive nub, he curved his finger as he worked in his ring finger.”Fuck” Haz and Tom said at the same time as I broke our kiss to let out a sound mixed of pain and ecstasy. I screamed out Harrisons name in pleasure over and over. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” Haz said as I exploded hard in his hand. He fingered me fast yet gently as I came undone, hearing and feeling my sex flooding out of me. I closed my eyes and let myself ride out my first orgasm, loving Harrisons name on my lips.

I squirmed as my sex grew sensitive. I grabbed Harrisons arm and held it still as my head swirled. As I started to come down Haz kissed my neck soft. My skin was glistening with sweat. My face was flushed and I started to feel shy at how sensitive and wet I was between my legs.

I buried my hot face into Harrisons arm as he brushed my hair off my face. “You okay y/n?” he asked sweet. I shook my head yes keeping my eyes closed. He cuddled my neck tracing my now cold skin up and down giving me goosebumps. “Can I ask you something angel?” he said just above a whisper. I swallowed hard knowing what it was. I nodded yes as I heard Tom stirring and growing restless for my attention. Haz tilted my chin up and I opened my eyes meeting sky blue ones. FUCK ME! WHY NOW! “Are you a virgin sweetheart?” he asked with a smile already knowing the answer. Tom stood and walked towards us as I said ever so quietly “Yes” Haz raised his eyebrows and sighed kissing my forehead as I played with his necklace as a distraction. “That's okay right?” I asked as I regained feeling in my legs.

“Yes of course it's okay y/n” Harrison said EXACTLY as Tom said “No it’s not okay y/n” I winced at his words as he looked at Haz with an indescribable expression.

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Didi was never going to admit this, not even to Nollie, but Jude Jackson had a nice set of abs. Of course, that was one of the last things she saw before quickly falling asleep in a bed that smelled exactly like JJ. She’d been swathed in all night when he’d had his arm around her, and now she was wrapped in it even more. At least he smelled nice.

When she woke in the morning, Didi went through her mental checklist meant for whenever she woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own.

Was she alone? Yes.

Had she fallen asleep alone? Yes.

Was she naked? No.

Had she had sex? No. Although the thought had definitely crossed her half asleep mind after seeing JJ’s abs. And his arms and pecs and shoulders and back and ugh. He was hot. She hated it.

But she was in JJ’s bed, and it wasn’t for a weird reason or a sexual reason. Which was probably even weirder than a weird reason—it not being sexual. Sighing, Didi sat up and pulled on her bathrobe—really, it was a silk robe just like the one Nollie had been wearing the night before. Short, maybe, but it covered even more than the t shirt she had slept in over her underwear.

Didi didn’t look at her phone, just grabbing it on her way out of the room to find food. A glance at the couch showed that JJ was still asleep, sprawled across the couch looking incredibly comfortable. A glance at the fridge showed her that JJ needed to go grocery shopping. He had some milk that was close to expiring, some cheese, and a few other things. No eggs to make herself an omelette. Figured. He was a bachelor. Maybe not publicly, but he was.

“Okay, I’m ordering takeout,” Didi said, walking over to the couch. She reached down, shaking JJ’s shoulder. He murmured incoherently. Of course he was a heavy sleeper.

“I’m ordering breakfast. What do you want?” she asked again, louder. This at least got him to open his eyes. He looked at her in confusion, and she was pretty sure he was surprised for a second there. Probably shocked to see a woman he hated waking him up with promises of food.

“What’s your favorite place for breakfast?” Didi asked again, shaking her phone for emphasis. He squinted at her in the morning light.

“The diner down the street. Mary’s Place,” JJ answered after comprehension finally settled in.

“Cool. Now sit up, I’m not sitting on one of those bar stools while I wait.”

“So demanding, baby girl,” JJ muttered. It wasn’t worth glaring at him for the nickname, though. That would probably only encourage him. Luckily, though, he did sit up.

It took a few minutes for her to order their food for delivery, but she did finally get it. It was only then that she checked her texts. Nollie wanted to make sure she was okay and that JJ hadn’t been murdered. Nothing from Xander, which was a little weird. She expected him to bother her about sleeping with JJ. There was one from her mom, saying how nice she looked on the white carpet and asking who her handsome date was. Didi smiled and rolled her eyes. She and her mom had grown apart since their poolside Madonna days, but her mother was still an important person in her life. Work just happened to keep Didi plenty busy.

Then she saw that Jared had texted her at six am. All too early for a Sunday, but what he’d said was even worse.

‘For my sake, I hope you got lucky last night.’

What?

Jared had always been, not interested, but concerned with her sex life and how it impacted her career. She understood it from a publicity angle, but this had nothing to do with publicity. This was just creepy and. And. And Didi didn’t know what else!

“I’m going to murder him,” she stated, still shocked. What else was there to say?

“Xander isn’t that bad,” JJ joked, but he sobered up when he glanced at her phone screen.

There was a lot of colorful language to follow for the next thirty seconds. And many angry and confused exclamations. Didi was pretty sure someone finally hated Jared as much as she did.

“That’s none of his business,” JJ finished, running both hands through his wild red curls. He had stood up, and his swearing had left him breathless. Didi felt the exact same way.

“Yeah, well, he apparently doesn’t think so,” she spat out in frustration. She locked her phone and let her head fall back against the couch.

“How on earth does he think that’s an appropriate thing to say? How does he have a job if he says things like that?” JJ was appalled, and it comforted her knowing that he was as freaked out as she was. Actually, he was probably more freaked out. He wasn’t used to behavior like this from his manager.

“Because hooking up with other famous guys has landed me in plenty of hot water because Hollywood sucks. Because he still thinks I’m the reason Xander and Leah broke up. Because he thinks he can make every personal part of my life his business.” She dropped her phone, eyes squeezed shut. As soon as this fake dating contract was up in six months and three weeks, she was firing Jared. And probably suing him, too. She had legal grounds for that, right? If not, Didi would find legal grounds.

JJ swore again and finally sat back down on the couch. “Jake is bad, but he’s not like that. That’s screwed up.”

She sat back up with a resigned shrug. “I’m firing him as soon as I can. He’s done enough crappy things already, but this is straight up creepy.” Didi shook her head, done with this topic.

“How is Jake bad?” It didn’t occur to her that this was her first actual conversation with JJ, who still seemed rattled by Jared’s creepy comment. But thankfully, JJ understood that she was dropping the topic.

“He’s a workaholic. Doesn’t have faith in us making it last. Obsessed with taking every opportunity for fame. We don’t get much free time. Only reason I’m here right now is ‘cause of the photo op arranged for later.”

That sucked. Big time. Jared was messed up, but at least he didn’t control every aspect of her life.

“That sucks,” Didi said, eyes downcast so she wouldn’t stare at his chest. He was still shirtless. But she wasn’t about to complain.

JJ shrugged, but the knock at the door kept him from saying anything more. He got up and returned a minute or two later with two leftover boxes and silverware.

“Here ya go, princess ,” JJ said when he handed her her box. This time, Didi didn’t roll her eyes at the pet name. It wasn’t as bad as sweet thang or baby girl. Doll hadn’t been too bad either, though. Not that any of this mattered. She was here for seven months and then JJ would be out of her life for good, and everyone would be better off for it.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, a lot quieter than normal. Thankfully, JJ didn’t try to bring anything up again, so they ate in a silence that wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. After eating, while she was getting ready for the day, he cleared out one of his bedroom drawers. It surprised Didi, but she placed her travel toiletries in there without a word.

“Hey, JJ?” she asked as he walked her towards the door. Didi was dressed now, a garment bag for last night’s gown in one hand.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Don’t mention the Jared thing to Xander. He’ll flip out,” she requested, her voice surprisingly soft. Maybe this had rattled her more than she thought. Xander may have been preparing to tease Didi and JJ for the next seven months, but he was partially doing it to bother them for laughs. He would probably try and publicly bring down Jared for what he’d said. Except because of contracts and NDAs, Didi would get sued if that happened. It would be an even bigger mess, and she loved her best friend, but she didn’t need his protective side to kick in.

JJ looked a little surprised by her request. “I wasn’t gonna. Why would I tell him?”

Great. This was awkward. “I dunno. ‘Cause we’re both friends with him, I guess.” She had definitely read the situation differently.

“Not his business unless we want it to be,” JJ pointed out, opening up the door for Didi. As expected, a few paps were out front of his small townhome. Show time.

Didi flashed him her biggest grin, standing on her tiptoes and launching herself at JJ with a giant hug.

“Sorry,” she whispered, not for the hug, but because she felt bad dragging him into her Jared mess. Not that she’d even dragged him in. Jared had forced everyone into this situation.

But at least Didi could have some fun with it. She pulled JJ’s head closer to hers, and pretending to whisper something in his ear, she nipped the top of it. It was flirty, but still gentle. And also in full view of the cameras.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby,” she called out once she was almost to the car that would take her home to Nollie. Didi was pretty sure they weren’t actually seeing each other that night, but the words slipped out. She gave JJ, who was smirking at her, a wink.

Maybe he wasn’t as absolutely horrible as she thought. He had nice abs, if nothing else.

#chaos weekly #rising from the ashes

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simpmaru-nara · 6 years

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Re: Thor Ragnarok

Okay so I’ve got a lot to say about this movie so I recommend you settle in for the long haul. Also there’s gonna be spoilers obv since I’ll have to reference the movie to make some of my points. I’ll try to stay away from any big ones, but go into this knowing that it will spoil some points.

To get started I’d like to say that if you are going to see the movie for pure entertainment value then the movie’s pretty alright; gorgeous graphics, some good jokes, fun costumes, etc. But even in that aspect much of the action was lackluster simply because it was often diminished to make room for dialogue or to cut to uninteresting parts of a fight. For instance in the final big fight there are three different points of interest and we spend too much time seeing the least fun parts of all those fights. And the gladiator scenes, which were extremely played up in the trailers, only last for about ten minutes and end by leaving the viewers both confused and disappointed.

In fact “confused and disappointed” was the mood for the entire movie

Despite excessive exposition the story somehow manages to be extremely vague with lots of unanswered questions. The first ten minutes of the movie is just Thor explaining how he ended up in the position we find him in and explaining the plot-important villain he faces. It tells instead of shows and is interrupted several times to make way for uncharacteristic jokes. It’s boring as hell and still doesn’t answer most questions one could have about what’s been happening to Thor since last we saw him. Then it transitions in probably the most disappointing way possible to answer a question that people have been burning with since the cliffhanger in the last Thor movie; what happened to Asgard and Loki? Thor arrives in Asgard to find Loki; who apparently has been met with zero suspicion in the face of extremely odd behavior and the creation of a god damn gold statue. Despite being questioned at every turn by the Warriors Three and Sif (who was suspiciously absent in this movie but I’ll get to that later) in the first movie, apparently in this movie everyone is content to praise the saint Loki who died for their sins. The entire situation is treated with a lot of nonchalance even after Loki is unmasked. Even more casual is the mention of the time that has passed with Loki in charge and absolutely nothing is said about what he’s done as king. Several movies building up Loki’s desire to rule, believing himself more worthy than his hot-headed brother, only for it to end up being something he does nothing note-worthy with. We were led to expect more. Oh and also apparently Thor and Jane broke up? Why? Oh right because we needed room for his new love interest. Of course this type of empty story telling carries on throughout the entire movie. It’s never truly explained how the last Valkyrie survived or how Bruce ended up in space.

Actually I’d like to talk about that last one a little more. The writers behind this movie used huge cop-outs in a few key points. One of the biggest was Hulk explaining what happened to him after the events of Age of Ultron. They used the dumb child-like personality they built for him as a way of dodging responsibility for explaining how the hell Hulk even ended up where he was. The quinjet, as far as we know, is not a space-faring vessel. It’s a god damn plane and yet we’re meant to believe that somehow the Hulk managed to fly that thing into space and make it far away from Earth and crash land on Sakaar before anywhere else. It’s ridiculous yet it’s the only explanation we’re offered from an illiterate Hulk. More than that we aren’t given any reason for why Thor is in the Hulk’s quarters. It’s made fairly clear that Hulk’s feelings towards Thor are mixed and the Grand Master wanted Thor dead in order to keep his Champion but for some reason both keep Thor alive and even choose to let him stay with Hulk? And no one questions it; not even Thor.

Thor, and the entire cast for that matter, is wildly out of character the entirety of the movie. Everyone is ripped to shreds in favor of humor. It’s like the writers went, “Hmmm, how do we make Bruce Banner funny? Oh!! I know! Just make him really weird for no apparent reason and also give him mood swings because we’re just going to forget that he had complete control prior to this movie and instead he’s going to be neurotic.” And they did that to everyone. Thor had a sense of humor in the earlier movies; typically more subtle and friendly, but here he’s openly sarcastic bordering on cynical. His jokes come across more Stark-ish (if Tony suddenly genuinely stopped caring) than they do Thor’s brand of humor. And Loki. God Loki... he’s reduced to a running joke about betrayal and being untrustworthy. “Silver tongued” Loki appears to have lost any amount of wit or actual mischief and is instead predictable and weirdly subdued. And all of this humor is ill-timed.

The writers absolutely refuse to give a single moment in the movie any depth. Any time that the plot manages to touch on something meaningful there’s humor thrown in as a buffer that only succeeds in forcefully detaching you from the plights of the characters. Thor’s in a cage and being threatened by the literal catalyst of Ragnarok? Better toss in a couple of jokes so it doesn’t seem too intense. Thor and Loki actually have a chance to talk about their problems and/or work as a team to establish a dynamic? Better make a joke about how easily Loki will throw Thor under the bus. Odin just died and Mjolnir was destroyed? Quick lets move onto the next thing before things get too heavy. The movie completely fails in making you care about anyone in the main cast. In fact, the person I was most invested in for the entire movie was Heimdal. The man has a total of maybe 10 minutes of screen time, but damn if he wasn’t the most interesting thing going on in the story. That’s at least half way because they didn’t try to force any awkward humor with him and they didn’t kill him. Which they killed a lot of characters in this movie and never give it the proper time or even weight to be grieved over.

Among the characters who were killed were the Warriors Three. A fact which is never acknowledged even as it happens. We at least get told (through Exposition Golem Alien because the audience can’t be trusted to deduce anything obviously) that Mjolnir being destroyed is a heavy weight on Thor and we see briefly the level of grief Thor feels for the loss of Odin, but the Warriors Three were Thor’s best friends. He grew up around them, adventured with them, they play a significant part in the first Thor movie, yet even before they die they’re widely forgotten about both by the plot and by Thor. Interestingly enough, however, is that Sif does not appear in this movie.

Sif remains completely AWOL for the entire movie, and honestly I’m pretty sure the reason is because the writers were reluctant to kill her off since she’s the Hot Warrior Babe. Because obviously they showed no hesitation in getting rid of the warriors as a casualty of the opposition to Hela and if Sif had been present she would have been right beside them and equally dead. Couldn’t do that so instead she’s just mysteriously not there. And I make this accusation with more than just Sif in mind. The movie also doesn’t want you to think that Hela isn’t attractive. In every scene we see her in she starts with her hair down in a sexy cat suit until she’s ready to fight at which point her wild black hair turns into her war helmet. There’s no real reason for the transition other than the fact that if she was always sporting the war helmet then she would come across as less attractive.

Besides the casual “must remain sexy” attitude towards Hela there was also a huge lack of continuity in the story, which kind of ties in with the lack questions answered, but still stands as it’s own problem. In the first Thor movie Odin takes Thor’s powers and casts an enchantment on Mjolnir. “Whosoever holds this hammer, should he be worth, shall possess the power of Thor.” Obviously Thor is the one to eventually pick up the hammer again and regain his power, but the importance of Mjolnir relative to Thor’s abilities is not diminished at that point. Yet magically in this movie Thor doesn’t need Mjolnir he just has these powers naturally. Even though, you know, Asgardians have never been shown to just naturally have elemental abilities and it was established that Thor doesn’t have much magic prowess the way Loki does. But that’s okay we’ll just ignore that because it’s really cool to see Thor turn into an anime character with glowing white eyes and electric fists (an ability he didn’t have even when he possessed Mjolnir). Also there’s the fact that Asgard’s history is vaguely outlined in the first movie as well and it’s made very clear that Odin is not the one who carved a spot for the golden city. He’s not the first king; his father was king before him. So no, Hela, you didn’t help Odin drown the realms in blood especially not while he was busy trying to end a war with Jotunheim as was explained as what he was doing around the time Thor was born and Loki was adopted. And it’s not just this either; there were plenty of other errors there, even with Doctor Strange.

And the scene with the Doc was odd in it’s own right. Last we saw of Doctor Strange he was giving up the infinity stone and taking over the New York sanctum as a talented, but still young sorcerer. When we see him in this movie he throws around magic like candy; appearing to be extremely proficient and wearing a familiar comic-book-esque outfit. Which raises the question, where is he relative to the power he (if we’re to go off the comics) is meant to possess? Is he the supreme now? What has he been doing since the end of his movie? The timeline is wonky at best and leaves you grasping blindly to try and put it together. It’s only made worse by the first after-credits scene which seems to be leaning into Infinity Wars territory.

Honestly I could talk about everything this movie could have done better for hours. I could pick apart the entire movie start to finish for all the things that were just wrong. But this is already an essay sized post so I’m gonna wrap it up. I care about this franchise. I care about the MCU. And that’s why it makes me so upset, as a fellow writer, to see how god damn lazy every part of Thor: Ragnarok was. The writer’s consistently and shamelessly cop-out of any meaningful story telling. “Show not tell” is a concept burned, drowned, and buried. They tear apart these beloved characters so thoroughly that they are nearly unrecognizable all in the pursuit of getting some good one-liners out there. I don’t have the words to describe my disappointment because Thor isn’t the first recent Marvel movie to do this. Guardians of the Galaxy 2 made some similar mistakes and now I’m feeling like the MCU no longer cares about building a coherent story line with dimensional characters. Instead they just care about making a movie as quotable as possible so that they sell some merch. And that’s a shame; I don’t want to see the MCU die because of a cash grab that sacrifices legitimate investment in the franchise.

#thor ragnarok #thor ragnarok spoilers #marvel #mcu #long post #i wrote a god damn essay yall i'm sorry #if you managed to read the whole thing and wanna yell with me feel free to hmu #alien babble

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2p hetalia Scenarios: China catch up

Hugs His hugs are loosely. It's not like he doesn't want to hug you, not at all! He just loves letting his hands wander on your body. At least one hand lands on your ass. Your name in his phone "sex bomb " but you changed that to "awesome, must worship " His name in your phone "xiao bao bei " but he changed that to "sexy beast " When he's turned on You two were going to Allen's party, so you decided to wear short black leather dress that fit your curves perfectly. Black eyeshadow, eyeliner and red lipstick matched this dress like it was made for each other. One last look i the mirror and you were ready to go. -(Y/n) , are you finally ready?- Zao asked and entered the room without knocking. -Yeah, just need to find my shoes- you answered and looked at him. He was looking at you with wide eyes. -Um...Zao? You're okay? -you realized that he had never seen you in a dress before...at least not that short. You noticed bulge in his pants and blushed probably as much as him. -Er...I'll be back in a minute- he run out of the room as soon as he said that. He saw you for the first time/how you met Zao had to get to some dude's house to sell him some drugs. In the middle of his way he realized how stupid it was to go to some stranger house all alone. Luckyly, he had his gun with him and that dude wasn't looking like some threat. However, he stayed careful. He knocked two-one-four combination and this guy opened the door. He looked like shit. You know drugs and things change people ' s look. Zao was lucky that he was 2p! and he can stay the way he was without worring about all those things. Anyway, Zao walked into his house. -Wait a sec, man. I'll go for money. He walked away. Zao waited for few minutes until he heard silent crying. He walked into the bathroom and saw a beautiful girl. He was sure he started blushing when he caught himself staring. ~Zao's POV ~ -Oi, Nü rén, you're okay? - I asked her and mentaly cursed myself. Of course she wasn't OK, she was crying for fuck sake! She then realized I was here. -Y-yeah, everthing is okay. -I sat beside her -Then why are you crying? -It's... It's just this time of a month? -She asked more herself than me and it was obvious she was lying. -Do you think I'm stupid? You really can't lie - I must have looked angry because she looked kind of scared. Then I realized that she was in abusive relationship. Oh God, she was too cute to let her stay here with that asshole. -The name is Zao. -(Y/n) -She smiled a bit and I helped her with her injuries she tried to hide. I got my phone and texted my people. Then I gave her my phone number, walked out of bathroom and pretend nothing had happended. ~Normal POV~ Few days later Zao got text from his people saying that dude wouldn't bother you anymore. How you changed him Let's be honest, Zao is addicted to drugs. At least he was... Now he tried to take less drugs because of you. He knows how it bother you and he's trying to make you happy. Nicknames You call him "xiao bao bei" when he annoys you, which means "precious little treasure " in Chinese. He calls sometimes you "sex bomb " but usually he just calls you "sexy" or "babe". First kiss It was at some party when you were playing truth or dare. You two were couple since last week and haven't kissed yet. The only peson that know that was Oliver who you were close to. He really shiped you two and fanboyed over little things you did but he never seen you kissing so when someone offered spin-the-bottle he grined evily and made you two play. -So...(Y/n) Truth or dare?- he smiled innocently. You thought that Ollie wouldn't do anything mean to you so without thinking you said "dare". Your confidence dropped when you saw him grinning. -I dare you to french kiss Zao- You blushed and looked at zao who was grinning like Cheshire cat and without second kissed you passionately. When he accidentaly hurt you He was furious. Some asshole stole his favourite gun and some of his drugs. He couldn't believe that his people weren't able to stop one person from doing so. How was he suppose to be better than italian mafia when he couldn't stop one person from taking his things?! He started throwing things everywere when you walked inside his room after hearing what had happended. You were just in wrong place in wrong time. Some old chinese figure hit your head and you felt something warm on your forehead and then saw only black. You woke up in hosplital when you felt some weight on your stomach. After opening your eyes you realized that Zao felt asleep with his head on you and one of his hand holding yours. -Zao? Wake up. What had happended?- He woke up immediately and hugged you. -Thanks God! I'm so sorry. I was angry and accidentaly throw something at you and you blacked out and- -Oh God, Zao please stop talking so much, my head start to hurt! It's okay, don't worry... -You're sure? -Yes! Texting Zao: Hello there, sexy ;D (Y/n): What do you want, Zao? Z: Why do you think I want something? Y:Just quessing? Z:The truth is...I wanted to tell you a joke about my dick but it's too long... Y: Hahaha, well I would tell you a joke about my pussy but you won't get it -_- Z:Hey, babe, I was only kidding... Z:Babe? Z:(Y/n)?! Z:(Y/N) PLEASEEEEE!!! When he's jealous You two were once again at the party. This time it was a beach one. You put on two piece (fav/col) swimsuit and was ready to go. When Zao saw you a similar smirk appeard on his face. That's when he realized that at the party will be plenty of guys or even girls that would look at you the way only he can look. -(Y/n)...you need to change... -He said shyly. This behavior surprised you 'cause you got this swimsuit special for him. -What?! Why? Do I look bad or something? -You look at yourself. -No! You look hot like always just...too hot...And only I can see you like this! -He crossed his arms and stamp his leg like little kid. That's when you realized it...You tried not to laugh. -Jelly much? -You started laughing and couldn't stop. He was blushing but stayed serious. It was really weird so you decided to change. You put on (f/c) one piece swimsuit and asked if if that's okay now. But no...He made you wear shorts too and even a T-shirt. You wore shorts but after 5 minutes of arguing you went without T-shirt. Meeting 1p! You walked into Zao's house and smelled something really good. Then someone's voice could be heard from the kitchen. It was Zao and a guy you didn't recognized. -I have no idea,how you managed to stay alive eating this horrible food, aru.- said the voice and you realized that he had weird accent. -And what is wrong with my food,old man?- Zao was definitely annoyed by the person's remark. He doesn't like it when someone is telling him what's good and what's bad. -First- It's unhealthy and Second- I'm as old as you since you're my 2p so don't call me old man, aru! Instead of listening to them, you decided to greet this 1p. -Um...hi! You're Yao, right? Zao's 1p? I'm (Y/n)! Nice to meet you- you said and Zao looked at you. -Shì de! (Yes) So you're Zao's girlfriend? He wasn't joking when he said you were pretty, although he used different words to describe you,aru...-you blushed and so did Zao. -OKEY IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO, BYE

#hetalia imagine #hetalia #2ptalia #2p hetalia #2p hetalia imagines #2p hetalia Scenarios #2p china

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writing--ramblings · 7 years

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Protector pt.2

Derek x Reader

Summary: Strange things begin to happen out of nowhere

Warnings: a little smutty in the middle ;)

A/N: Hope you all enjoy~ this is going to be quite a long series… I hope. ^•^

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Lydia

The girls hair was pulled into a bun as she ran. She reached a cement wall and turned, holding her taser gun up. She looked around furiously until her eyes landed on the target, she shot, a thud sounded as whatever she was aiming at dropped. She turned when she heard a sound and reached for another weapon. She screamed

“Lydia!” Stiles shook me awake. I was screaming, I shot up, breathing heavily.

“She’s in danger, Stiles” I looked out the window, watching the rain.

“Who? Who’s in danger?” I didn’t respond, I didn’t know her. “Kira? Malia?” Stiles was rubbing my shoulders and I leaned into him, finally allowing myself to lay down and melt into his arms.

“No, not them. They’re okay” A few minutes passed and we were both nearing sleep.

“[Y/N]….” I whispered as I drifted off. ——————– Ugh. The work day was going by extremely slowly. It was 7:30 in the morning when you were called in to work, apparently Janie’s car broke down and no one else was answering. You yawned as you read the book Infront of you and were surprised to see Shirlene in front of you with two coffees in hand.

“Heeeyyy, [Y/N]” she handed you one of the coffee cups. “I didn’t know what you would like so I just went and got you the one that sounded the fanciest.” She smiled and took a sip of her own. “Figured you’re one of those big city types” her southern drawl was much nicer than her husband’s.

“Thanks so much, Shirlene. Wow, that was so nice of you” you smiled at her and she looked around, commenting on your workplace.

You and Shirlene spent over an hour talking, she did most of it, which was nice. Shirlene was the type of person who knew everything about everyone, but she just couldn’t peg you and Derek. It bothered her, it showed.

“Did you hear about that poor little black boy that they found out in the woods near the highway?” She shook her head

“No, what happened?” you quirked your head

“ Well, I use little sparingly. He was actually pretty big, maybe bout 6'4? Handsome as can be… If I were ten years younger” She went a little off subject “Anyway, they found his dead body with some kinda bite mark on his hip and he had this black liquid comin’ out his eyes and nose and all” she pointed to the corresponding body parts. "His poor mama, havin’ ta bury her son" she shook her head.

You and Shirlene talked a bit more but she left a while after. Your shift was almost over when Janie came in to pick up the rest of it, apparently her tires had popped which was strange because she was so excited about getting them placed on last week. New tires don’t pop. You lingered in the shop, talking to Janie when Derek walked in, you walked over to him.

“Is this going to be an everyday occurrence?” You joked with him. He said nothing and pulled you to him.

“We need to go.” He said once you pulled away from each other. You said your goodbyes as you walked out the door.

Derek ushered you into the truck and tossed your bike in the back before getting in. Once you arrived to the trailer you looked at Derek quizzically, your hands on your hips.

“Something’s happening” his lip pressed into a line.

“Well I figured that.” You gave him a ‘duh’ look.

“No, something’s happening and I don’t know what it is” he looked at you seriously, it was a stare that made you straighten up.

“Well, tell me how you’re involved and maybe I can help.” You touched his arm lightly. “Is this about the dead body?” He furrowed his brows.

“How do you know about that? What do you know about that?” He tilted his head.

“Okay so, Shirlene came by today and we talked for a little, so her cousin’s fiance is a nurse…” He was smiling at you, amused, but, you knew he wanted you to get to the point.

So you told him everything you knew about the kid. He was a teenager,maybe seventeen, on the more poor side of town, even worse than the trailer park. He lived with his mom and he was kind of a loner. Derek sat down hearing the story, he began tapping his foot. You continued, he had a bite mark on his hip and black stuff was coming out of his ears,eye, and nose, his veins were a bit discolored as well. Derek’s eyes began to water, he only let a few tears fall, you almost swore you saw them turn an odd shade of blue for a second. Must be the lighting, it wasn’t the first time it the light hit his eyes that way. You stood Infront of him and he rested his head on your stomach as you rubbed his back and his shoulders.

“This has happened before. Not this exact thing but, something” he told you after he pulled away, you sat next to him.

“I can’t tell you everything but, I can tell you something.” He inhaled. “Someone’s trying to get my attention right now. I don’t know who it is or why” he rubbed your leg.

“How does a dead teenager get to you?” You were confused as to how he tied in to all this.

“I just, I knew a guy once” he had a look that begged for no more questions. You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I have to go.” He muttered after a while.

“I know” even though you knew, it didn’t stop you from looking at him with pleading eyes. You needed him here. He took your head in his hands and kissed you softly, licking your bottom lip lightly. The moan that escaped your lips gave him the okay to intertwine his tongue with yours, your lips began moving together for a while longer before he pulled away.

“Oh God. We’re the people that make out while the killer’s on our trail” you groaned and he laughed.

“I’ll be back before nightfall.” He pulled a bag from under the sink and handed you a jar of some black dust. “Okay, so remember when we moved in together last year?” You nodded. “Remember how I told you that our apartment was lined with that stuff?” You nodded again. “Okay, so is this trailer. You remember what to do right?” He turned to you

“Yes, Derek, I’m not five. I remember” you huffed, trying not to be annoyed.

“I’m just making sure. And it isn’t enough to just do it. You have to believe it’ll work.” You sighed

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little freaked out, I have no idea what’s going on” He still wasn’t telling you very much.

“I know, but you have to trust me.” He wrapped you into his arms. “You have to trust me.” He whispered into your hair.

“I do” you told him honestly, letting him go. You had to show him that you were strong.

“Don’t let anyone but me in. Absolutely no one” he said before kissing your lips and forehead.

As soon as he left you dropped the black ash in front of the door and closed all the windows, dropping the shades as you did. Of course you felt a little odd doing this at one in the afternoon but you had no choice. About three hours later you’d heard someone walking around the trailer. You moved slowly, peeking out the window, you saw Katrina, the weird girl from the potluck, as she looked in the windows of your truck, you found it odd that Derek didn’t take it. She walked to the trailer and peaked in the front window, she couldn’t see anything and she huffed knocked on your door.

“[Y/N], honey? It’s me, Katrina?” What did she want? “I wanted to apologise for my behavior at the potluck!” You watched her as she jiggled the handle to the trailer, trying to open the door. She failed and groaned as she began walking away she pulled out her cell phone. What the hell? —— By the time sunset hit you’d already finished your book and were running out of things to do. You almost fell asleep, clutching your pepper spray and pocket knife until you heard your gravel kick up, you began to sit up.

“[Y/N]!” It sounded like Derek but it was almost a gutteral growl. “Baby open the door and pick up he ash” he told you, you shot up and did as he said. The door swung open and pulled you close. “Who was here?” He said as he pulled away and began inspecting you. How did he know? How did he always know?

“Katrina…Oddly enough” you furrowed your brows.

“Potluck bitch?” He furrowed his and you nodded. “What?” He murmured.

“Right? She said she wanted to apologise…What’d you find out?” You wanted to hear his news.

“Well, the black stuff is my worst fear, there are only a few people who know about this,” he lifted your Mason jar. “Very few. People who live in my world use it for a specific purpose” he began to pace.

“To inhibit” you slowly took a seat on the couch.

“Exactly. This was in his veins… I’ve only seen this happen once.” He looked at the jar.

“What is it?” You took the jar out of his hand

“It’s called mountain ash. It comes from a very special tree, it keeps a certain type of…Blood out.” It was so strong that it would Keenan entire body out? You decided so save that question for later.

“How do you get mountain ash in your veins?” You whispered tilting the jar in the light. —- After an evening of leftover spaghetti and trying to piece together what was happening with the little information that Derek was giving you, you were curled up against Derek with him making circles on your hip with his finger.

“Evennwith all this..It’s nice having you home at night” you whispered.

“It’s nice being home. I can’t wait until this is every night” he cupped your ass gently after you hummed in agreement. You were both quiet for a few minutes

“Are you a spy?” You blurted out.

“No.” He said with a light chuckle.

“Shame.” You sighed before rolling on your back, “be a lot hotter if you were” you smirked at him briefly.

“Oh?” He smiled with a raised eyebrow and leaned over you, kissing your neck. “I’m not hot, now?” He bit down on your collarbone, smirking at your moan.

“N-no–” you were cutoff by your own moan.

“No?” He grinned against your skin and took one of your taut nipples into his mouth.

“That’s not…What I meant” you said between heavy breaths.

“What did you mean?” He began kissing down your stomach. “Did you mean that I’m the most attractive man that you’ve ever laid eyes on?” He dipped his tongue in your belly button.

“Yes” you whispered

“Or did you mean that I’m so handsome that everytime you think about me you get so hot and so wet that you’re nearly dripping when I get home?” He pulled your shorts down and kissed your thighs.

“Yes” you moaned out, arching your back at the sensation.

“Tell me, my love” he began to undo his pants, you bit your lip as you heard them fall. He positioned himself between your legs. “What did you mean?” He growled and you moaned loudly. —- You’d like to mark the next day as uneventful but that just isn’t how things work now, is it? You spent a majority of the morning hanging out with Derek, making breakfast together and playing cards. You were off today so you could spend your day like you usually did when Derek wasn’t busy and you were off. Well, not completely usual, you needed a break from the past two nights.

Hell broke loose when Derek came back from the store with no items and a tight jaw. Apparently there was another death - another murder - this time the girl was blonde she had some type of heart condition, she didn’t have very many friends. She was also a teenager. She’d had the exact same black liquid coming from her eyes, mouth, and ears.

“This is not what I came here for.” His voice was dangerously low. “I don’t have time for this.” He gripped the table tightly, his breathing labored. He was turned away from you, his body bent into a fighting stance.

“Derek..” you said softly, he slowly had his breathing back to normal as your hands rubbed his back.

Slowly, one by one he began to go back to himself. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled and turned around to pull you into a hug.

“It’s okay, I know you’re stressed.” You mumbled into his chest.

“You have no idea.” He grumbled and pushed your hair behind your ear and began to nibble at it. “I think I broke the table” he whispered. You pushed away from him and punched his chest.How the fuck does one man break so much furniture?

“Again?!” He just looked away sheepishly.

“Stay here.” Derek said and walked out of the trailer down the gravel path quickly. You watched through the window, it was Bobby and Rachel from the other night.

“We just wanted to wish y'all a happy travel for wherever you may go in life” Rachel seems like she smoke a lot of weed. What? You opened the door and walked over to them.

“You’re leaving?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Honey, in my experience when people start dyin’. You wanna get outta there before you’re the next body on the banner.” Bobby shrugged. You nodded and wished them luck before they left.

“I have to go tonight” he clenched his fist waiting for the disappointed with that you usually have to accompany the sentence, but it didn’t come.

When nightfall came Derek had given you the mountain ash and you lined the front door once he left. It was one in the morning and Katrina was at your door again. This time a blind man came along with her. You watched from your window.

“She’s in there, I can smell her” his voice was sinister.

“[Y/N]! Come out and Play” she yelled at my trailer. “Don’t you sorry, you won’t get hurt too bad.” She was walking around in a dizzy circle. “Well. That’s a lie..But! You won’t die” she tapped a finger on her chin. “Mmm… That might be a lie, too” she giggled evilly. Suddenly the blind man’s was snapped to your window. You backed away, breathing heavily.

“Come darling, we have more important things to do,” the man told Katrina. “Let’s leave the gifts.” You heard a thump and a screeching noise. You peeked out of the window again and saw they’d left something in the bed of your truck and what looked like a spiral on your window.

About an hour after Derek called to you loudly and you picked up your mountain ash and threw the trailer open. You saw Derek, heaving. He was pissed, he looked at you, his face so tightly wound that you thought he’d rip. You ran to each other and he lifted you off the ground.

“You’re okay” he kissed you all over your face. You looked into each other’s eyes for what could have been an eternity but, it only lasted a couple of minutes.

When you contained yourselves, you walked over to the truck and covered your nose at the stench radiating off of it. Derek stepped in front and lifted the paper that was on top, a bow prominently displayed.

“Where is he?” He mumbled, reading the paper and lifting the blanket that covered the contents. Derek covered your mouth as soon as you began your scream. It was a dead teenage boy, well, what was left. It looked like it had been buried for months, his body was already decomposing, his blonde hair leaving patchy bald spots, he looked like he’d been dug up. You pointed the spiral on your car window out to Derek and he let out a literal animalistic growl.

“Get in the trailer and get your things. I’ll take care of this.” He pushed you forward gently. “We’re leaving.” You knew not to ask questions. And to be honest you were to shocked to do anything, so you nodded at Derek and got to work.

What the hell had your life come to? Dead bodies just showing up at your doorstep? Fleeing town to town? Hunting town to town? You didn’t know what was going on and you wanted answers. But right now your life was in danger and the love of your life is out there growling and reburying bodies.

After you were done packing two duffle bags worth of clothes and keepsakes that you and Derek have collected over time, you tossed them in the truck bed where the dead teenager used to lye. Derek was just in time for you to push the backpack full of food and snacks in the front as he tossed in his ‘work bag’.

He kissed your hand as you drove down the road, watching the town fade in the rearview mirror. As soon as you’d put enough space between you and murder town, Derek pulled out his phone.

“Argent.” He said quickly. “We have a problem. Someone else is looking for Isaac” you watched with curious eyes, not realizing that your nails were digging into your hands. His voice had a grave tone as he said “Duecalion”

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