#sticks out his chest and fucking deals with it because the other option isn't a fucking option

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

request from @firstclassthot : Otp prompt #69

Person A and Person B find themselves arguing, frustrated at the others words and actions.

“I bet you want to kiss me so bad right now,” Person A smirked, breaking the streak of screaming.

B was at a loss for words, how could they say that when they were in the middle of a serious argument?

Besides, was it a big deal if B did want to kiss them?

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

Warnings: yelling, argument, swearing

“How the hell would that make any sense?” I yelled. Dan stared at me with a shocked expression on his face. I was close to ripping my hair out at this point.

“how would it not make any sense? Think about it (Y/N)!” Dan yelled back.

“God you’re such an idiot sometimes!” I screamed. Dan rolled his eyes.

“me? An idiot? I think you’re talking about yourself here.” He shot back. Balling my fists, I forced my arms down as hard as I could and screamed. Dan looked a little taken aback.

“You’re a fucking asshole fielding! I hate you!” Angry tears were starting to form and I wiped at my face before the could fall or Dan could see them. “Sometimes I don’t know why I agreed to work with you!” Dan smirked.

“You work with me because you have to. And let me tell you sweetheart. The feeling is mutual.” Dan ran a hand down his suit jacket. “Every little thing you do is annoying. Why the fuck you stick around is beyond me.” An angry tear trailed down my cheek before I could get it. Dans face softened.

“Fuck you.” I whispered. Silence hung between us as we waited for someone to talk or someone to burst into the office to check on us.

“I bet you want to kiss me so bad right now,” Dan smirked, breaking the streak of screaming. I opened my mouth but no words came out. Dan took a step closer to me.

“I…what?” I wiped my cheeks again and tilted my head at him. “Why would I…how do you figure that?” My voice had lowered and I could feel my heartbeat slow. Dan had succeeded in confusing me. But I didn’t know if what he said was just to calm me back down or if he meant it. Dan shrugged.

“I can’t be the only one thinking about it.” He said. “Or the other…option for letting out our frustrations.” He raised an eyebrow at me and I blinked at him.

“you…suggesting…” I stumbled over my words and stared at him in shock. Did he know? Why would he suggest either action if he didn't know? "Why would I kiss you?" Dan chuckled as he stepped into my personal space. His hands hovered over my arms, ready to pull back should I ask him to.

"Because if you've been thinking of the same things I have this entire argument, then you might want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you." I opened and closed my mouth in shock. "Or maybe I'm overthinking this and misread everything..." Dan went to pull back but I grabbed his arms. He paused while he waited for me to work through my thoughts.

"What..." I took a deep breath before dragging my eyes off his chest where I had zoned out. "What were you thinking?" Our eyes met and Dan smiled softly at me, a stark contrast to the looks we were giving each other minutes earlier.

"I was thinking..." Dan trailed off as he focused on his hands rubbing up and down my arms. "How attractive you are while angry. Especially when you are angry at me." His eyes flickered up to him before going back to the motion of his hands. "I'll admit, I did think of angry sex but I wasn't exactly a fan of the idea. Then you started crying, and I know you cry when you're angry but it still struck a chord with me. So I tried to say the most ridiculous thing I could think of." Dan shrugged. "But now it seems like it isn't so ridiculous that you do want to kiss me..." He trailed off again as he looked at my face again. I nodded slowly.

"Is it that big a deal if I want to kiss you?" I asked. Dan shook his head.

"No." He whispered, eyes wide. "Not to me it isn't." I slowly reached up and cupped his cheeks. "Someone else may say so but..." Dan started to joke but I closed the gap between us and kissed him softly.

"Everything you hoped for?" I asked, slight anxiety over what he would say running through my mind. Dan sighed happily and kissed me again, his grip on my arms tightening.

"And more." He breathed out. "We should argue more often." I chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair.

"If this is the outcome, I wouldn't mind it." I agreed as Dan pulled me in again.

#john larroquette #john larroquette imagine #john larroquette fanfic #john larroquette fanfiction #john larroquette x reader #dan fielding #dan fielding imagine #dan fielding x reader #dan fielding fanfic #dan fielding fanfiction

[sideshowyelling]

There's obviously various subcultures between different frametypes, most notably we see this displayed on occassion between seekers and other various fliers, but the one I want to see flushed out and given details is the carrier culture.

How do mechs like Soundwave and Blaster come to get their cassettes and symbiotes? Seriously, because as often as dadwave is joked about and Rumble + Frenzy are depicted in childlike/teenage ways... they are definitely not young, and while they pretty much get a different back story every reboot (if they get one at all of course), Soundwave has semi consistently found/met/been introduced to his cassettes in some way or another before actively working with them.

The idea of Soundwave wanting to let a couple of random mechs into his doc, or that the cassettes would willing go into his doc, without them all getting to know each other first is absurd.

I. Want. Carrier. Courtships.

I always immediately think of how in one series Megatron actually met Rumble and Frenzy before Soundwave did. He introduced them, and then esentially just told Rumble and Frenzy that they were going to reformat their altmodes so that they could doc with Soundwave and work with him and.... how fucking awkward (and infuriating) that must have been for not only Rumble and Frenzy, but Soundwave as well. Even if carrier culture isn't a thing, having mechs you don't know chilling out in your chest would be weird.

BUT if you consider Carrier Culture and what that might be like, it gets better.

My thoughts for how the dynamic could work being that carriers (namely mechs like Soundwave and Blaster, but it could really involve any mech that's built to work with minibots) naturally have coding that drives them to seek out and connect with compatible minibots to eventually form a symbiotic relationship. Not every minibot can be compatible with a carrier, and not every minibot wants to be with a carrier either. Sometimes a carrier might try to approach a minibot for courtship, only to be told their not interested in being a symbiote.

Courtships can be initiated by either minibots or carriers, and they tend to be long processes to go through, with lots of effort put in on both the minibot and the carrier's side. Most of the time this time is spent on various platonic dates between the carrier and the potential cassette(s), and the focus tends to be on getting to know each other and find out if they're truly compatible. The end goal of a sucsessful courtship would be to form a platonic sparkbond between the carrier and the cassette, and any other cassettes that may be involved, so it is NOT something that either side would want to just jump into.

Carriers can court multiple minibots at once, but typically only do so if they're dealing with sparktwins or some similar situation. Minibots typically stick with one carrier to court at a time once one has caught their interest, but it's not unheard of for minibots to keep their options open even while in a courtship.

Relationships between the minibots and the carriers tend to be fairly equal, with the minibots protecting each other, the carrier protecting all the minibots, and the minibots defending the carrier, and there is a lot of give and take between everyone involved. A lot of that happens behind closed doors though, and anyone outside of carrier culture might not understand it or see it as a healthy dynamic.

Bringing this back around to the time that Megatron introduced Soundwave to Rumble and Frenzy, and then proceeded to tell them that not only is Soundwave now their boss, but that the two of them would have to get their altmodes reformatted to be able to doc with him... well it certainly wouldn't be a comfortable situation for any of them. The ammount of time and bonding it must have taken them to work well together must have been insane, especially with Megatron (someone who would likely have very little idea about what carrier culture would be like) expecting them to just work well because they have compatible frame types and because he told them to.

#transformers #soundwave #frenzy #rumble #ramblings #please don come @ me if I am wrong #I am tired and it has been some time since I have read the comics #but damn I love the idea of carrier culture #blaster and soundwave hating each other's guts but still managing to bond over that part of their life #please add to this if you have ideas for it

[heyheydidjaknow]

Hiya! I have a request for an x reader songfic. Snap out of it by the Arctic monkeys gives me so many 2012 Donnie vibes. Maybe one where the reader is in love with Donnie but he likes April and the reader wants Donnie to, you know, "snap out of it" and notice that maybe April isn't the best person towards him. It can end in unrequited love or with a happy ending, that's for you to decide but I just really want to see this concept. Thanks! :>

(feel free to ignore this request if you want 👁️👁️)

Oh, I’m not about to turn away a chance to be pushed out into foreign territory. I admittedly hadn’t known what a songfic was until wikipedia and @kunimikat saved my ass, so this was fun-- and a bit scary-- to write. I hope you like it, even if it might not have been exactly what you were expecting.

April was your friend. She had been for a while, now, since she had moved to NYC. The two of you had come even closer after her kidnapping and initiation into the “Hamato Clusterfuck” as you had affectionately called it at first—you had wisely made a conscious effort to only get involved with them as far as you could throw them, sticking solidly to offering emotional support and half-decent food. At the beginning, you had, on multiple occasions, even begged her to stay out of it, trying to reason with her that getting herself killed by a psychotic armored man with an axe to grind for the crime of hanging out with four teenage shut-ins was an incredibly bad idea. When your logical arguments fell on deaf ears—her owing them apparently being her ball and chain—you had designated yourself as her supervisor to make sure she did not do something overly impulsive. She was reckless, overly trusting, immature, but you loved her like a sister. You balanced each other out.

One of the benefits of knowing someone for so long is that you learn things about them that they do not know about themselves. In April’s case, it had been that she was terrible at making up her mind

 What's been happenin' in your world?

You had borne witness to the love triangle transpiring between Donatello Hamato, Casey Jones and her for the better part of a year now. You were relieved that the two boys had backed off each other’s throats somewhat over the period, but it was as infuriating as it was fascinating to watch them fight over her like a chew toy. Of course, April had her preference between the two, favoring the hockey player mainly for his general normalcy, which was a decision you could approve of, but she had hesitated until recently to make that obvious to the other point because, in her words, “The last thing I want is to deal with is all of that awkwardness.” You could hardly blame her for her hesitation, but you thought it almost cruel not to make her feelings apparent to her lovestruck puppy.

 What have you been up to?

Donnie was the most tolerable of the five, the most normal in your opinion. He was an infatuated, insecure teenage boy with more an affinity towards machines and, best of all, seemed concerned for your friend, all things that you could get on board with. In your opinion, overbearingness is preferable to negligence in this case, and you were just happy that someone physically capable had her back. As such, when you were stuck at the lair for hours waiting for her lessons with Splinter to be over—you were her ride—you found yourself spending the most time around him, and as time went on, you started going out of your way to do so.

Seeing as April and Casey were your only other friends, it was natural you would get romantically attached. They—a couple by high school standards—approved of your crush, and all you told your guardian(s) was that they were smart, fit, and financially responsible, so they asked few questions.

You knew, logically, this was not a competition and that April had little interest in him.

But something about the way he gazed at her made you burn green with envy.

 I heard that you fell in love, or near enough.

His eyes were just so… wistfully longing. He watched as the redhead and her boyfriend played against Michelangelo and Raphael in a game of charades. His expression was just so soft, lips pursing and popping silently as he grieved from his seat in his lab.

It had been a downhill spiral on your end from there, and as your own attachment grew for him, his own depression worsened. Your eyes drifted from your friend as you tried to make him see that, no, the world was not ending because his first crush did not like him back. You would make subtle comments about how happy his brothers were, how happy she and Casey were together, how smart he was and how many people would die for a kind, loving, smart guy to come around and sweep them off their feet. This, again, fell on deaf ears; he would always comment on how, if he were such a catch, April would not have chosen Casey, like It is his fault for her having more of a taste in cocky, fun-loving guys than intelligent ones. Half of it was probably your lack of experience in subtlety, but no matter what you would try to say, whenever romance came up in conversation, his words turned sharp and bitter.

On that day, you just cracked.

 I gotta tell you the truth.

You walked over to the lab door, closing it in a single fluid motion. ‘I’m better at being blunt, anyways.’

He blinked; his trance was interrupted by the small slam.

“She’s not into you.”

“Huh?”

You crossed the room and placed your hand on the desk, expression stern and stone cold. “April,” you repeat. “She’s not interested.”

He did not meet your gaze. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually.” You leaned down to look him in the eye. “You aren’t her type. You’re supposed to be smart.” You placed the other on the back of his chair, arms cagging him in, almost. “ She has a boyfriend,” you continued, softer. “You know that, right?”

“I do.” He tapped the side of his thumb against the table absently, throat tight. “But what else do you suppose I do? Submit to the fact that I’ll be alone forever?” He looked up at you. “I know this may be hard for you to believe,” he continued, easily slipping out from under your arms, “but I don’t exactly have a ton of options. She’s the only person who’s ever looked at me like that; how am I supposed to move on from the only person who’s ever even given me a chance?”

 I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby.

 You rolled your eyes, turning to watch him as he crossed to the other side of the room. “That is some blatant bullshit,” you glared curtly.

“Is it, though?” His back was to you as he crouched down in front of his centrifuge, fiddling with it. “As someone who’s never—”

“So help me, if you go off about me not understanding being rejected and feeling like they’d die alone, I’ll rip your tongue out.” You stood back up properly.

“What would you know about it?” He followed suit, eyes locking on yours. “You have other people to choose from.”

“And you don’t?” You crossed your arms, smiling incredulously. “How do we differ, exactly?”

“Besides the obvious?”

You scoffed. “You’ve seen your brothers. Never stopped them.”

“And I’m happy for them, that they’re so charismatic as to be able to find partners so easily.” You could taste the bitterness in his words. “But I’m not them, in case you didn’t notice. That girl out there?” He pointed to the door. “She’s the first and only person in the universe who’s ever given me a second glance.”

“So you’re just fucking blind, now?” You heard your voice rise without your input.

“What’re you talking about?” His voice grew with yours.

“You’re lovesick,” you spat. “Snap out of it.”

 Snap out of it.

You ran your fingers through your hair. “Or maybe you’re just dense.” You felt a laugh rise in your throat. “I mean,” you gestured, “clearly picking up on verbal subtext isn’t your forte.”

You gave him five seconds. “What,” you continued, rubbing your face with your hands, “Are you—” You stopped. “You are, aren’t you?”

Nothing.

You took a slow breath, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. “Let me put it in simple, plain English for you.”

 I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby—

 “As her friend? You’re a fucking creep.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Following her the way you did—wait your turn—” A finger interrupted his defense. “Following her the way you did? Objectively creepy. Staring at her all the time? Also fucking creepy.” You felt your nails dig into your skin. “Any person would call it as it is.”

He opened his mouth again to argue. You did not interrupt him this time, but he did not argue, the silence falling like a weighted blanket over the two of you.

“As your friend,” you continued, voice lowered, “as someone who cares about you, I know April, and she can’t give you what you want. It’s not her; she needs to be free, and I love her, but you’re looking for something that’s just not there.” Your voice was certain. “You’re looking for someone to spend your life with. I’m right, aren’t I?”

 Snap out of it.

 He was still for a moment, looking off into the ether. He nodded, face melancholy.

You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder tentatively. “I’m not saying it’s stupid of you to not be over her. Again, I love her to bits, so I see the appeal.” You broke eye contact, trying to articulate exactly what you meant. “But I’m worried,” you explained slowly, “you’re only hung up on her because you’re scared of being alone. That’s not fair to her or yourself.”

“Do you know that?”

“No,” you admitted easily, “but you and I are the same way, and trust me, I’ve been around the heartbreak block.” You smiled, trying to relieve the tension.

That earned a chuckle. A small one, but a chuckle none the less.

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. “There are seven billion people on this planet. Any one of them—myself included—would be lucky to have a life with you.”

 If that watch don’t continue to swing—

 A pause.

“Do you honestly believe that?”

You nodded, your thumb running along the line of his eye socket. “I do.”

 —or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing—

 You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his cheek gently.

 —I'll be here, waitin' ever so patiently—

 “Y/N!” You pulled back as you heard April calling your name. “We need a moderator!”

You started back towards the door, waving gently. “I wish you good tidings, Donatello.” You smiled quietly, serenity itself standing in the doorway. “May whoever is fortunate enough to call you their own bring you happiness. You deserve it.” You slipped out of his lab, running over to break them up.

Donatello rested his fingers on where your mouth had lit his skin. He felt a bittersweet smile fade onto his face.

—for you to snap out of it.

And that was when it began.

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[mindswriters]

Next Morning - jj maybank × reader

Summary: y/n and jj are friends with benefits for a couple months ago, in secret of course, but after a night where the blonde could not control himself, you guys have to chase after a next morning pill.

Pairing: jj maybank × reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of smut, unprotected sex [no glove no love my friends], swearing, pregnancy scare, probably typos.

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: this is "low" key inspired by otis and ruby from sex education, i thought they were cute.

gif by @toesure :)

"Oh fuck Y/n, you're doing so good" JJ grunts as you speed your pace bouncing your hips against his shaft, riding him like your life depends on it.

Tonight was being just another boring Thursday night at the outer banks, at least until your best friend, JJ Maybank, calls you saying that he was alone at the chateau, and asked you to come over. A few months ago you guys updated your friendship with some benefits, and since then a day without your other Pogue friends means a huge opportunity to enjoy yourselves together, so why not.

"You fill me up so nice J" you moaned tugging his blonde locks while you sank yourself on his cock one more time.

Incredible as it sounds, this is the first time you're riding JJ's cock. After lots of tries, he finally left out his dominant side and let you take control of him, but obviously at some point he would buck his hips and meet your thrusts, making it feel even better. Honestly, he wasn't expecting it to be this good. He loves the way your breasts are pressed against his chest while you move your hips roughly, this position basically gives him a free pass to cover your neck with bites and hickies. And all of this plus your moans filling up the room are driving him insane.

"Fuck, I can't" he breathed out under your ear but you kept with your pace, looking for your high, and you could say it wasn't so far "Y/n, I think I'm gonna- oh fuck"

"What the actual fuck JJ?" you cursed panting when you felt the stick liquid scratching your inside walls and reached your high too.

At the beginning of this 'thing' you were still two good kids who always protected yourselves, but as deep as you dived in each others lusts, you discovered that neither you nor JJ were the biggest fans of condoms, so you made a deal, you can do it without them, as long as he don't release inside of you. And by the looks of it, he just broke the deal.

"Did you just came inside me?" you just aren't freaking out because you're still dizzy from your orgasm

"Shit I think I did" he said by passing his hands through his messy hair and heavy breathing.

"This is not a joke, JJ. Didn't you felt it coming?" you asked in a hard tone while reaching for his shirt to clean yourself up

"It was impossible not to feel it" the blonde answered with a smirk

"Then why don't you warned me, pulled off or whatever?" you now have a worried tone in your voice

"I tried! but come on Y/n, I'm mild high and you were having no mercy with me!" he exclaimed throwing his hands on the air

"Don't put this all on me" you ran your hands through your face and trying to stay calm, realizing the big problem you had just created.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay, even though you were riding me like a goddess, it was my dick who painted you so..." he said getting close to you and wrapping your naked body with his arms.

You softly giggled relaxing a bit with his touch, you know he's worried too, his brain is only a little slower than yours to process information, but you're sure that once he remember that one of the consequences of this "slide" could be an unexpected pregnancy and you becoming parents with 17 years, he'll freak out.

"So what do we do now?" he asked caressing your hair

"Since we're on the cut, without the twinkie and there's none 24-hour drug store in here, we'll go to sleep and wait until tomorrow morning to go buy a next morning pill." you explained what seemed to be the best option now.

"It means you're staying over?" he asked and you nodded smirking "Sounds good to me then"

After that, you guys took a quick shower just to free your bodies from the sweat and other things even more disgusting, and didn't even bothered in putting back your clothes, you just cuddled and fell asleep naked under a thin blanket, because above all, his body's heat still makes you feel safe.

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You can't say that you slept like an angel this night, you were too worried for it. So as soon as you saw the bright light from outside trespass the room, you carefully reached your phone on the nightstand and checked the time, it was almost 8 in the morning. Considering you don't want to be naked with your best friend in the spare room when John B arrives, and that the sooner you take the pill the better, you decided it was time to get up. You slowly pulled JJ's arm away from your waist and stood up without waking him up. You picked your underwear from the floor and put them on, along with your jeans shorts from the day before and lent one of JJ's shirts, the one with a Kildare Marina print. The boy only woke up when you got back from the bathroom, and opened the curtains, basically torturing him.

"Oh come on, what time is it?" he grunted scratching his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Time to fix the previous night, sweetheart" you answered picking up some clothes that were still on the floor.

"Can't we just wait a little more?" he yawned.

"No, we can't, unless you want to increase the chances of me having a mini you on my uterus" you stared him cocking your eyebrows.

"Okay, right, I'm up" he stood up quickly, but he wasn't 100% awake yet.

"Uh, try to put some clothes on, I'll be in the kitchen" you faked a disgusted face pointing to his not too little exposed friend.

While JJ was doing his morning routine, you started looking for something you could eat, but the old pizza slices, mold breads and cereal wastes didn't seem at all attractive to you and your lack of hunger. At that moment the feelings that consume you most are those of concern and guilt, concern because you know that the next morning pill isn't 100% effective, and you definitely can't handle having a baby now, you are too irresponsible for this, and that's why you also feel guilty, because if you wouldn't had accepted that goddamn "no condom" deal, nothing of this will be happening. But suddenly you were dragged away from your thoughts by the sound of the Chateau's front door opening, you could say that John B was trying to be quiet, but it didn't work very well, since the doors of the house are old and creak with any movement.

"Shit!" the brunette whisper-shouted placing a hand on his chest when he entered the kitchen "Wow Y/n, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing?"

"Uh.... breakfast?" you quirked your eyebrows showing him the cereal box in your hands

"Yeah I can see you're doing your breakfast, 'what are you doing here?' is what I meant" he said placing his keys on the counter.

"I'm waiting for JJ, we have some important things to do" you said staring your cereal bowl, avoiding to meet eyes with your friend.

"JJ? Doing important things this early in the morning?" you pursed your lips in a suggestive smile and nodded your head "And why are you wearing his shirt?"

You almost chocked with milk at the question, stuttering to find a plausible answer "Because... I- spilled toothpaste on mine?" it definitely sounded more like a question.

John B was about to question you again but thank God JJ finally joined you, now wearing his classic boots and cargo shorts, and some random shirt.

"Oh hi Jombie" he said scratching his eyes with the back of his hand.

Before your friend could even answer, you stood up and made your way towards JJ "Finally sleeping beauty, can we go now?" you said linking your arms.

"I was actually craving for some breakfast first" he pointed to the table, where John B was putting some cereal for himself.

"You know what might happen if we get late, don't you?" you whispered quirking your eyebrows and giving the blonde a serious look and heading to the front porch.

"Ok, breakfast can wait, see you later JB, oh and we're taking the twinkie" he grabbed the keys John B had previously dropped on the counter and hushed to meet you outside.

"See ya weirdos" John B shook his head and rolled his eyes seeing the antics of his two best friends.

The drive to the drugstore was silent, but not an awkward silent, more like a reflexing silence. The more you tried to stay calm and shrug off all the "what ifs" in your head, the more the anxiety took hold of you. For JJ, you were going to take the pill and everything would work out, but you know it's not like that, these emergency methods don't always work, and if it doesn't work this time, you have no idea how to deal with a possible pregnancy at 17. What your friends will think when you come clean and tell them about your escapades and that they resulted in your pregnancy? How would you explain this to your parents? How would they react? How JJ's father would react? All this thoughts were zoning out in your brain when a gentle touch stopped you from freaking out. You moved your gaze from the window to JJ's hand rubbing your tight, and then you looked at his face to see a reassuring smile, like saying "it's going to be ok" but without words. You smiled back, feeling the anxious feeling leave your body and mind. It didn't take long for you guys to be parking the van a few meters from the drugstore.

You were about to enter the store when something clicked on your mind "Wait!" you said grabbing JJ's arm, making him stumble on his feet.

"What's wrong?" he frowned staring at you.

"JJ we live on an island. What if someone sees me buying next morning pills? I don't want the whole obx gossiping about me and my sexual slides" you said crossing your arms and looking away from him.

"Okay, I'll do it then" he said and you immediately stared at him, surprised and trying to figure out if he was being serious, just when you were about to complain, he gently squeezed your shoulders "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And just like that you were left alone in front the small store, you looked around, thankfully the street was pretty empty, so you decided to sit down on the curb and wait for him to come back. Which was faster than you expected. As soon as you heard the bell, you got up and waited for him to give you the box that he had in his hands.

"These are just bubble gums" he shrugged rolling his eyes.

"Bubble gums? What the hell JJ?" you laughed in disbelief.

"She said she couldn't sell it for me because I don't have a fucking vagina" JJ protested trying to not be so loud.

You sighed licking your lips. But is better to deal with buying the pill in person, to deal with having a baby. You opened your purse, looking for your sunglasses and when you found them you tapped JJ's shoulder "stay at the door, you'll be my look out"

"At your disposal, boss" he said holding the door while you two entered the store, you put on your glasses trying to disguise a little smirk in your lips.

You slowly walked between the hallways, pretending to be some random costumer, not that you weren't, you just don't want to seem so desperate. When you finally reached the cash counter, you looked over your shoulder to see JJ nodding and giving you tumbs up.

"Hey, can I have a next morning pill?" you mumbled twitching your nose.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you" the woman on the cashier said.

"A next morning pill, please" this time you were clearer, masking the awkwardness with an even more awkward smirk.

"When did you last have sex?" the cashier asked.

"Last night" you stated, isn't it obvious? you thought to yourself.

"Did you use contraception?" the question made you stomach turn. Why did you have to be so irresponsible? Stupid deal.

"No" your whisper could barely be heard by you, let alone the woman behind the counter.

"Miss, did you use contraception?" she repeated the question after your lack of response.

"No, we didn't" your eyes widened when you heard JJ's voice coming from a few meters away.

Both you and the cashier stared at him, who immediately regretted the previous words "Sorry, I'm just the look out" he scratched the back of his neck.

Returning the attention just between you and the mild-age woman, she made a few more questions and after finishing to fill up your form, she finally gave you the little box with all the prescriptions to take the pill. You also asked for two Pepsi cans for you and JJ, you were about to pay the woman when you felt an around your waist.

"What do you think you're doing, lady?" JJ asked taking your wallet from your hands.

"Well, if you please give my wallet back, I was going to pay for those things" you stared at him trying to reach his other hand behind his back.

"No way, I'll pay for it" he returned the wallet for you and grabbed his own one on his pocket.

"J, you don't have to, it takes two to tango remember?" you protested biting your inner lip and giving him non-intentional puppy eyes.

"Then we should at least split it" he definitely has a point now.

"Okay, fine, you win" you rolled your eyes giving up and earning a grin from your best friend.

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After you and JJ have paid for the pill and your sodas, he said he wanted to go somewhere else, so he drove the twinkie to the old forts on Battery Jasper, some kind of cliff or mountain where we could almost see the entire Outer Banks. You guys sat on some old big rocks and while you struggled against the wind to try to read the pill bull, JJ decided to break the silence.

"Do you think we should break the deal?" he hesitantly asked.

"You mean the 'condom free' deal or all the friends with benefits deal?" you chuckled looking at the paper in your hands.

"Do you want to stop what we've been doing? 'Cause if you do I'm not stopping you, it's just- I really enjoy spending time with you and..." he started rumbling but you soon interupted him.

"Hey! chill out blondie!" you giggled cupping his face with your right hand "We don't need to stop it, even because I like messing around with you too, a lot. We just need to be more careful" you explained.

"Okay..." he relaxed with your touch and you two shared a smile and stared at each other for a few seconds.

You cleared your throat when you remembered that you were the one hurrying him up and now you almost forgot that you have a pill to take asap. You opened your Pepsi and medicine, putting the pill on your tongue and taking a sip of the drink to help you swallow. JJ watched you and while you were drinking again you heard little laughter coming from him.

"What?" you gave him a suspicious look.

"Nothing" he giggled making you narrow your eyes at him "I just imagined us being arrested for killing a poor little baby"

"So would you prefer waking up at 3am to changing diapers?" you laughed arching you eyebrows.

"Ew, no" you both erupted in laughter, you love the way you and JJ never feel awkward, not even in scary moments like these.

When you recovered from your crisis of laughter, you took a deep breath and felt a grip on your tight, you looked up to see JJ staring at the horizon, and you could say that he was thinking about something.

"You know, I would like to have a baby with you" he said with a shy grin.

"Oh come on J, give it a rest" you shook your head chuckling and taking another sip of your drink.

"No, I meant it! Of course not right now, but if we reach our thirties without meeting our perfect pairs, we could marry each other and just maybe have a little bit of kids" he said nonchantly.

"A little bit of kids?" you smiled and stared at him, trying to figure if he was being serious or not "I can't believe you're real Maybank" you giggled.

"What? Have you never heard that people are happier when they marry their best friends?" he suggested.

"Maybe" you shrugged looking away.

"So what? Do we have a deal?" he bit his lip quirking his eyebrows in your direction.

"I'm not making anymore deals with you, blondie" you said, immediately seeing his happy face fall to a sad one "But maybe, just maybe, I liked your idea" you smirked turning your face to look at him.

"I knew it!" he cheered with a kiss on your cheek and clicking your cans he said "To our future possible marriage"

"Cheers" you gave a little laugh, which was interrupted by your phone ringing.

As soon as you unlocked your screens, you were surprised with dozens of notifications on your twitter, and also 2 messages from John B, you opened them first.

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: so is that the "important things" you guys had to do? am i missing something?

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: 📷 Photo

When you downloaded the file, you came across a screenshot, it was from Topper's last tweet: a picture taken from outside the drugstore, through the glass wall, you and JJ standing in front of the cash counter, his arm on your waist, and thanks god, only the two Pepsi cans could be seen on the counter. Your eyes widened even more when you read the caption "Looks like Maybank and Y/l/n finally assumed their shit! What would those lovebirds be doing on a drugstore this early in the morning?"

"What happened?" JJ asked seeing how your expression went blank looking at your phone.

"Weren't you supposed to be the look out?" you said turning your phone to him and pointing to the screen blowing with notifications, but still showing the picture on Topper's tweet.

"Shit."

They have some things to explain now, or maybe some good excuses to came up with.

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[starneko123]

Butterfly Effect

Star's Note: So I finally got around to putting my main OC in the MK 2021 movie storyline and the first part is like a...songfic? Yeah so prepare for that and also Korë Nagako X Liu Kang is a crack ship, in general, please don't take it seriously lol.

OC Characters Involved

Nova Nagako

Mileena walked through the foyer leading to Shang Tsung's throne. Kabal and Goro were joining her it wasn't like she needed assistance for this. She preferred to do this one alone but the iron lung and royal brute refused. The trio reached Shang Tsung and once he gave Mileena the signal she spoke "She was spotted in Earthrealm far from Raiden's Temple as we speak. She seems to have...a different life with others around her. A caregiver." Mileena finished with an aggravated sigh "A caregiver?" Shang Tsung echoed in question.

Kabal cut his way into the conversation "She means her mother but with the description you gave it made it more difficult to find her. No white streaks in the hair, no pink eyes, and no magical powers. The reincarnation is shit." Kabal spat gesturing behind as if she was there. "Nova-" Shang Tsung began and Kabal cut him off once more. "News Flash she doesn't even go by Nova over there! Who the hell would name their kid Nova in this modern day. Her name is Korë. Not any better but it's different. Not fucking Nova." Now he was finished, and he put his hand on the hip for added flare.

"She's not our Lady Nova but still she stands out." Prince Goro mentioned. Mileena may have sniffed her out but Goro tracked her down. He found her first his chest swelled with pride. "She has companions." Mileena groaned half-heartedly "A friend and a consort." Shang Tsung leaned forward standing up from his throne altogether. "A consort?!" Kabal spoke again, "Yeah, not very good looking or the sharpest tool in the shed but they're around each other." Too bad they couldn't see Kabal rolling his eyes because he was doing so every few seconds. "Are you the better option?" Kabal asked genuinely "She is my Queen, my better half." Shang Tsung's voice echoed dreamily and again Kabal rolled his eyes "That's what they all say." Mileena then stepped closer to Shang Tsung as if it was just the two of them. "She had the marking of a Chosen One." Shang Tsung smirked "All the better." He then snapped his head to the side to look over at Nitara perched on a block of stone petting her wings. "Kabal and Mileena...Nitara will assist you in retrieving Nova." Mileena had no problem with that, she got along with Nitara so far. "Yes, master." Nitara said slyly as she sashayed towards the two said kombatants.

"Kill or injure beyond repair whoever stops you from bringing back my wife!" His voice echoed into the maroon sky.

Korë herself was sitting in a chair next to her close friend and housemate, Soleil. "You know what I think I did a really good job on my eyeshadow." She said brushing it a few more times and facing Soleil to show her eyelids covered in white eyeshadow and silver outline. She also had glitter on her face it must have been from the perfume or another form of body glitter. "I think you did really good this time, you're getting better." Soleil put her brush down and stood up fixing her dress in the process. Korë and Soleil were wearing the same dress it was a short pure white dress with lace at the ends and at Korë thought it was plus since it also wasn't strapless.

"Korë Nagako and Soleil Zaveri... five-minute call out. Almost showtime." It was their manager, Soleil responded with an 'Alright' and Korë an 'Okay'. Soleil stood up from her rolling chair as she finished her winged eyeliner and Korë followed her as she finished putting on her lip gloss.

"Yeah, I'm at the place it's like this, singer stripper bar or whatever, I don't know but she's here," Sonya said as she entered the bar and took a seat in the back, and ordered a drink.

"Now, blessing us with their presence is the femme fatale duo is Korë and Soleil!" The response to the statement was scattered cheers. The duo walked onto the stage and the atmosphere itself changed when she saw Korë. Korë had a slight headache that she had been nursing for a couple of days and Soleil knew that but Korë was convinced that it had gone away and she was just dealing with the aftermath. They both cleared their throat and as the stage light shined on them, Soleil started harmonizing as the beat started playing and Korë started singing.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

"I love you." Shang Tsung said as he wrapped his arms around Korë twisting her around so she was facing him and she gazed at him lovingly as a teasing smirk spread across her obsidian lips. She leaned in until their lips were ghosting over each other "Do you want me to say it back?" She asked jokingly "I think my heart will truly break if you don't." Shang said dramatically and she giggled "I love you."

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

"If you stop moving it would hurt less Prince Goro." He growled again at her statement and she returned it with a cold, unmoving stare. His growls then calmed down to huffs and puffs "Thank you." She said to him as she finished wrapping the bandage around his arm. "The wound isn't too bad, you'll heal fast either way." She said as she stood up and gathered her healing equipment and before she left she was grated with a rumbling "Thank you." at least he had manners she'll give him that. Before she closed the door she sent him a smile. A kind smile. One to remember.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

"I wouldn't recommend it Mileena," Nova said as she closed her spellbook and stood to face Mileena and they were roughly the same height. "But to ensure my knowledge of it-" Nova sighed and grabbed Mileena by the shoulders "I don't want you to learning just yet, you must stick with the powers you were born with for now. I will teach you myself when you have elevated your powers. Understand?" Nova asked tilting her head for the effect and Mileena nodded. Nova brought her in for a hug and kissed her on the forehead and at that Mileena purred in comfort and delight for the slight praise she got.

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Boy, I be impatient, but now I'm out here

Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly

Fallin', got me right

I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')

All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away, I

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)

Yeah

As they finished their performance they got a fresh round of applause and Korë finally let out a breath as she always did after a performance and smiled alongside Soleil. After giving a wave they went backstage and collected their money. Since they didn't feel like staying at the bar anymore that night they decided to head home. "Good night KoKo," Soleil said with a yawn as she kissed her on the cheek and closed the door to her room. Korë was outside on the back porch humming and looking up at the sky, enjoying the night breeze. Until she heard whispering and then shuffling in the bushes 'The fuck?' she said under her breath as she quickly grabbed the steel bat near her that they used for protection.

She walked closer to the bushes and beat them with the bat a few times before staring at them again. She sighed, maybe she was just tired that was more than likely the case. She let out another breath as she turned but then yelped as she was met with a woman who was roughly her size and height. Her eyes glowed in the night and her mouth was covered in blood and it looked almost stained on her face. "Mommy Nova! I have waited so long for you!" She grinned widely showing off her razor-sharp teeth and reached for a hug arms opened wide but Korë moved a couple of steps back, her back bumped into someone and she turned to see a man taller and lankier.

"Hey, sweetness." It sounded like a man, a man who had trouble breathing and could barely compose his words. Korë wasn't thinking straight that's all she could of. She swung her bat wildly at the two intruders causing the man to speed away and the woman teleport back a few feet away from her. But she knows that she has hit one of them by the blood on her bat and the scar that was made on her stomach. She shrieked as she held her stomach and she did a full 360° but she couldn't see them. She felt like she was going to faint from the loss of blood and the lack of sleep. She then heard gunshots and she fell to the ground hoping that nothing else would wound her.

"Get up and get in the car!" She didn't have to be told twice since she was living off of adrenaline at the moment. She ran past the woman who was still letting off gunshots as she got in the car and slammed the door as she leaned into the seat protectively. After letting off a few more shots that the duo continued to dodge Sonya ran back to the car as well and got into the driver's seat starting the car and zooming off as she saw beady red eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror. "Who the hell are you?" Korë asked with a hiss as the woman started looking at her up and down when she suddenly asked "Where is the marking?" She asked indignantly "What fucking marking?! What the fuck are you talking about?" Korë spat and Sonya rolled her eyes as she tugged Korë's hoodie upwards and ghosted her finger over the Mortal Kombat marking.

"You wanna explain that?"

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[spy-der-woman]

Spy-Der Woman: To Know Her

Previous Chapter:  https://spy-der-woman.tumblr.com/post/613411914136076288/spy-der-woman-to-know-her

Chapter 2: Amazing Spider-Like Abilities

Summary: A young woman, Jessica, is captured by a mysterious group of government officials and is forced to recount her involvement in one of the most devastating events in Japan’s modern history.

Pairings: Jessica Drew/Gwen Stacy

Word Count: 1780

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23218846/chapters/58298065#workskin

My name is Jessica, but before that, I was 0277. Four numbers stitched onto a blue gown underneath my collarbone. Right side. Black thread. The first thing I remember is myself—seeing myself. I was smaller then. My face has always been the same, though. 

I woke up in a white room. Walls, ceiling, the floor bright white, except for the wall in front of me, was just a large mirror. It felt like I had been sleeping forever, yet I was too tired to sit myself up. I probably couldn’t even if I wanted. I had all these wires that were connected to a machine that stood a few feet above me poking in and out of my skin. If I tried to move in the slightest I could feel the wires dig into my bones. Pretty uncomfortable. Laying as still as possible was my only real option for the first few days—or maybe it was weeks. I don’t really know. Time doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Everything moved so fast back then compared to now.

As you already guessed, there were other girls in the room. Same blue gowns, just different numbers. And they didn’t have machines or wires either.  There were ten of us, including myself. We all looked alike for the most part. There were little things like 0298’s hair didn’t grow as long, or 0914 had these almost black-brown eyes. Just small things that would eventually become more significant differences later on, however, I am getting ahead of myself. 

They must have been placed in the room before me or woke up before me, or whatever I don’t know, they were all talking and playing with each other by the time I came to. The girls even had their own separate smaller groups that they would break off to when it came time to eat and sleep. During quiet hours, they would whisper about me in their little groups. I don’t think they knew I could hear every word they were saying as if they were sitting next to me. They weren’t scared of me or anything—they just thought I was “broken.” This was fair because I didn’t say anything when they spoke to me, barely flinched when they kicked me. The nurses who would come into the room to take care of us didn’t answer any questions about me. Eventually, the girls got bored and moved on. 

When I got older, I would be told that one of my strongest abilities is my acute sense of awareness. Not just of the world around me, but also of myself. I knew this to be true even though I didn’t have the words for it back then. Deep down, I could tell that I wasn’t like the other girls in the room because if they felt the things that I felt—they would be just as fucking scared as I was. 

How do I explain it to you?

Two things.

Two major things.

First. 

There was this one time during quiet hours, all the girls were asleep. It was completely silent. No whispering. No nothing. Not a single sound. Despite how exhausted I always felt, I never slept. It was just me and my reflection in the dark. I just stared blankly at myself because I didn’t really know how to have thoughts yet. 

I remember all I did was close my eyes for just a second, and when I opened them back up, someone else was staring back at me. I couldn’t see them. I could feel them. It was terrifying because it was just me in the mirror. The longer I looked though, all the little hairs on my arms began to stand straight up.

 Have you ever felt that feeling before? Like you thought you were all alone minding your own business with not a single thought in your head. Then for whatever reason or hell, no reason at all, you feel like someone is watching you. You don’t see anyone. How come you feel so uneasy? And cold? You probably just push it to the back of your mind and carry on with whatever you are doing, right? Because what else are you going to do? You know you are all alone. Right? 

I kept closing my eyes, hoping when I opened them back up, I wouldn’t feel the person staring back at me. Yet, every time I opened them, I could feel more eyes. 

When the lights came back on again, and all the other girls woke up, I waited. I waited patiently for any of them to feel what I saw. Nothing. They ate breakfast, got washed up by the nurses, put on new blue gowns, started kicking around a ball during playtime—nothing. None of them. I mean, I thought maybe 0414 at one point felt the eyes. The ball they were playing with rolled over to the mirror, and she went to go grab it. As she picked it up for just a second, only a second, she paused. I held my breath. The hair on her arms didn’t stand up straight like mine did. She went back to playing. None of those girls ever noticed. 

I wanted to tell them. I just couldn’t speak. However, if I could go back to that moment, I still don't think I would have said anything. ‘Cause what happened next, after that day, I discovered the eyes—it just—it just all happened at once it seemed like. 

Everything just moved too fast. 

Second thing. 

0914 was the first one to show off, and I quote, “amazing spider-like abilities.” Just using her fingertips, she could climb the walls and even hang upside down on the ceiling. Then after that, every time the girls fell asleep, one of them would wake up and be able to do something “amazing.” 0414 could lift two of the other girls right over her head with ease. 0298 could shoot this sticky web out of her wrists that let her swing across the room. It was at this point the nurses stopped coming in just to feed us and clean us, they were in and out of there regularly with clipboards, tape recorders, cameras. Nothing, not even a single breath, went undocumented. 

And me? Still in the same spot. Still scared. Still tired. Nothing amazing.

Well, nothing amazing outwardly. 

Kinda like feeling past the mirror, I was able to feel past my exhaustion at this point. I broke the barrier, however you wanna put it. It isn't going to make any sense when I say it to you, just try your best to keep up.  

I could feel this endless emptiness inside of me. I was sinking further and further into myself—into that darkness. All I could hear was every breath, every beat, every blood cells flowing in and out of my fingers and toes.  But I couldn’t see anything inside of me. For a minute there, I thought I was hollow. Just an echo chamber of sounds. You know how terrifying that is for a kid? I remember my whole body just locked up about it. The nurses couldn’t feed me or even get me to drink a glass of water. I also got to the point where I couldn’t breathe on my own. They had to stick two tubes up my nose to keep me breathing while I just kept sinking.

 Despite what I thought at the time and to my relief, you can’t sink forever. I guess I had fallen far enough to find it—this glowing green ball of light inside of me. And I could feel how hungry it was. It wanted every part of me. And for the most part it had every part of me, except my thoughts.  I could tell how badly it wanted to come out to the surface. There was a word I learned once—fuck what was it—it was—it was—um—destructive. It was destructive. I had to actively tell myself that no, no, you can’t let this thing out. It is a bad thing. If you let this thing out bad things will happen. I never wanted to hurt anyone, yet I knew I could if I didn’t focus. 

I know that sounds like an awful problem for a little kid to deal with, and it was. That being said, I was the lucky one. 

As I was sinking, 0298 was the first one to die. She had wrapped herself up in a cocoon from her own web. On accident or on purpose, I don’t know. When the nurses finally got to her and cracked her open she had suffocated herself. 1180 had these eyeballs that started growing all over her body. Face, arms, chest, everywhere. Any movement she made they would pop open, all she could do was scream. She died of infection within days. 0414’s muscles wouldn’t stop getting bigger. Just too big for her little body. You ever hear skin rip open before? One by one, a little girl was gone by the time the lights came back on. I remember I kept waiting for my turn. I kept waiting for the moment for me to slip up, to take one breath, and that green ball would rip me open too. 

Never did.

Eventually, all the screaming stopped leaving me the only one left. Well, there was 0774 who could have been still alive if the nurses hadn’t put her out of her misery. Which was for the better, I think, because the body only has a certain amount of room for a certain amount of arms. 

But yeah, that's how I got my name. I was the only one left. 

Two men came into the room after they put down 0774. This was when I met  Dr. Lee and Dr.Wolfman for the first time. Dr. Lee was the older of the two, somewhere around the age of 60, and Dr.Wolfman was probably in his late 30s/ early 40s. I remember Dr. Wolfman picked me up off the ground and held me in his arms. He brushed the hair out of my face and gave me a look that seemed like he had known me my whole short life. To be honest, I felt the same just in a bad way. But, really, what was I gonna do? I was just a scared kid, and he was the one who gave me my name.

“Jessica,” Dr.Wolfman whispered as Dr.Lee pressed a needle into my thigh. 

The last thing I remember is putting my hand on Dr.Wolfman’s cheek and a small, flash green light before everything went black.

Best sleep I ever had.

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