#files under things that will never happen but a girl can dream
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personally, i think gerard way should cover aly & aj's "joan of arc on the dance floor"
#files under things that will never happen but a girl can dream#at least if i imagine it hard enough i can almost hear it in my head#gerard way#rambles
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Levi Ackermann x Reader Smut Masterlist
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ONE SHOTS:
Maybe, Probably
Concept: After captain Levi caught you shamelessly making out with one of the cadets, you are put under his supervision. However, instead of severe punishment, your superior has a different idea in his mind.
There's A Crowd
Concept: A girl with big dreams, big goals and her professor, who is letting her reach those goals with all the wrong lessons.
What happened in Marley
Concept: A passionate night between you and Levi in Marley leads to Levi pushing you away, until one night where he can't control his feelings anymore.
Finders keepers
Concept: Levi steals a very important file from your desk during a meeting, furious you confront him about it which leads to interesting events.
Flashbacks
Flashbacks.pt2
Flashbacks.pt3
Concept: You and Levi spend a steamy night in his office together, the aftermath of that night doesn't leave either of your minds the next day.
Beautiful
Concept: Your husband hasn't touched you while you're pregnant and you start getting insecure, Levi shows you just how beautiful you really are.
Wishful thinking
Concept: Captian Levi starts having dirty thoughts about you and there is nothing that he can do about it.
Cruel fantasies
Concept: It was completely wrong of you to date someone else while still in love with your ex but it was even more wrong to use him as a memory of your former lover...
Stress relief
Concept: Levi notices that you are stressed due to all the paperwork, he helps you the best way he knows.
Seven days of the week
AOT veterans and random things/kinks they do during sex (Levi, Erwin and Miche)
Concept: What a week with your husband Levi looks like
Different seasons Levi and sex
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THIRSTS (°):
How I think Levi would be if it was your first time with him °
Levi can't keep his hands off of you when you're pregnant°
Levi being clingy during sex °
Virgin!Levi first time with you °
Fiance!Levi after you tease him about a maid outfit°
How Levi eats it °
Thigh riding °
Fiance!Levi helping you put your odm gear on°
Denying Levi sex for a month or two°
Husband!Levi with a breeding kink°
The difference between fucking and making love with Levi°
Sex with postwar!Levi°
Levi breaking your bed°
Shower Sex with Levi°
Accidentally giving your fiance!Levi a boner°
Levi loves your hips°
Makeup sex with Levi°
Training with fiance!Levi°
Postwar!Levi who wants to cover your body in his cum°
Sex with Levi but he is deeply in love with you°
Bestfriend!Levi who finally kisses you on the lips during sex°
Roommate!Levi catches you moaning his name°
Levi is the type of guy to spit on your pussy before eating you out°
Husband!Levi can't get enough of you after you're married°
Levi pressing kisses down your back during doggy°
Fiance!Levi seeing you in your new uniform for the first time°
Dirty talk with Levi°
Possessive and angry sex with your fiance!Levi°
Fiance!Levi did need the tie....°
Levi has a thing for you when you wear his clothes°
Levi and his high sex drive°
Captain Levi is cocky during punishments°
Husband!Levi with baby fever°
Sex on the of the walls with Levi°
Don't beg too much, Levi doesn't like it°
Levi is a clean freak or is he?°
Postwar!Levi who takes a liking to you despite the age difference°
Season 4 Levi treats you like a princess during sex°
Fiance!Levi who gets protective the first time you wear a bikini°
Underground Levi who is in his early 20s and still unexperienced°
Levi is a body worshipper°
Make out sessions with Levi°
Levi gets 100x hotter after giving you your first child°
When Levi gets to fuck you, he gets obsessed°
Fiance!Levi has a thing for taking you in front of the mirror°
Bestfriend!Levi who notices that your bf never satisfies you so he does instead°
Postwar!Levi eating you out°
Being the hairstylist for actor!Levi°
Season 4!Levi punishes you by cockwarming°
Levi taking his sexual frustration out on you°
How dilf!Levi fucks you°
REQUESTS(•):
Levi eating you out on his desk •
Levi's cravat •
Quickie •
Levi spitting in your mouth after eating you out •
Levi putting a pillow under your hips to go deeper •
Riding Levi •
Telling Levi "I want you to ruin me."•
Levi praising you during sex•
Levi's first time coming in you•
Levi's favorite sex position•
Belly bulge pressing with Levi•
Levi getting impatient while you ride him•
Soft morning sex with husband!Levi•
Levi helps you fall asleep by eating you out•
Teaching you how to cum on command just by his voice•
SHORT DRABBELS (×):
Levi wanting to get you pregnant again ×
Sub!Levi ×
Levi is a clean freak until... ×
Levi and love bites (ft. @youre-ackermine) ×°
Levi loves giving pleasure (ft. @youre-ackermine) ×°
Mean!Levi ×
Virgin postwar!Levi×
Levi and the body parts he likes the most during sex×
"What are these straps for?"×
Single!dad Levi×
Levi with a Marley!reader×
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#aot levi#levi#levi ackerman#captain levi#attack on titan#levi x reader#levi smut#levi x you#levi attack on titan#snk levi#levi x y/n#aot x y/n#aot smut#levi x fem!reader#levi x reader smut
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The Affair ch 9 End
AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader
Contains: fluff, smut, family talk, dont want to spoil the happy ending.
Summary: Things take a new turn in sukuna's life with you in it. Everything he had dreamed is finally in his arms and he is not letting you go ever.
Master list to other stories
chapter 8 ch9
When you started to work alongside sukuna in his office you had only been there for a week and you started to notice the stares from other workers, mainly the females.
It made you worry that sukuna liked the attention from them or possibly flirted with the girls here because he was interested. Since they found out he is not married they took it apon themselves to force their way to get all his attention.
You sat at your desk in his office checking his emails and writing stuff down to post up for his meetings. Sukuna walked over to you to see if you needed help and always placed a kiss to your cheek saying I love you.
Sukuna did not keep it under a low eye when you walked by him down one of the computer rooms carrying his files. He grabbed your arm to stop you then pressed his lips against yours. It made you blush as he walked away and you saw the stares from others in the room looking shocked. But some looked upset because you were in their way of taking sukuna.
A rumor started to go around that you were the one that forced sukuna to ditch his ex and be with you. Or that you were just the homewrecker. Others say you are just a quick fuck and nothing more and just gold digger who is taking advantage of his broken heart.
Sukuna noticed on a day how quiet you were. You didn't get up to join him for coffee, telling him that you didn't feel like walking and not in the mood to drink coffee.
When he came back he walked over to you seeing you with your head down against the table covered by your arms as he placed a cup of coffee on your desk.
"Hey sweetheart you alright? You want to go home."
He watched you shake your head then heard a sniffle sound coming from you.
Sukuna carefully took your arm and pulled you to look at him seeing your eyes puffy with tears.
"What happened?"
He sounded upset and worried as you shook your head. His face showed that he was about to kill whoever did this to you.
"My love do not lie to me or tell me its nothing. Tell me now."
You let out a sigh and looked at him while holding his hands for comfort.
"When I was in the bathroom I heard some girls in the bathroom talking about me. Calling me a whore and a bitch for taking you away from your ex. Then saying all I look good for is a quick fuck nothing more. Saying that it won't take long till you cheat on me with one of them since they said you flirt with a lot of the women here. I started to worry and-"
Sukuna quickly shut you by running a hand across your cheek and pressed the pad of his thumb across your lips then he leaned in giving you a slow passionate kiss.
You couldn't help but to kiss back and pull him closer to you as you hummed against his lips.
He pulled away to say. "Beautiful, do not listen to anyone. You are the only one for me. I love you. We have been through so much and I am never letting you go never. Not even death can take you from me."
You smiled feeling him rub his thumbs across your cheeks. He then pulled you up to your feet pulling your body against his. A hand went up into your hair and slightly pulled your head back to press his lips to your neck making you moan. "Sukuna. We can't do this here."
He let out a growl and said "my office my rules. I can do what I want and right now I want you."
Sukuna had lifted you into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he took you over to his desk sitting you down on it. You watched him walk away to lock his office door then quickly strode over to you grabbing your face between his palms and kissed you hard.
You moaned against his lips and started to reach for his suit to unbutton the front of it, helping you slip it off, tossing it onto his chair and starting to open his undershirt.
Your hands slid inside his shirt and grabbed his chest giving his pecs a squeeze as he chuckled against your lips. He started to do the same with you running his hands under your skirt and gripping your thighs pulling them apart for his hips to slip between them.
"How wet are you my dear?"
Pressing your lips to his neck and trailed them up his jaw to nip at his ear saying "I am soaked for you sukuna."
You lifted yourself off the desk to let him pull off your laced panties and spread your legs for him while you unbutton the front of your shirt. He saw the bra you were wearing and unclipped the front of it, setting your breast free.
A seductive smirk formed on his face as he leaned over your body taking one of your breasts into his mouth and the other his hand giving it a squeeze.
"Sukuna…" all you could do was moan his name and buck your hips just wanting him inside you already.
He leaned back up and unbuckled his belt, opening his pants to slide them down and let hard shaft free. You blushed looking at the sight of him.
"Just know sweetheart this is all for you."
You let out a giggle then moaned, feeling his tip slide across your folds and into your entrance, slowly filling you up to the base of him. He watched you squirm in pleasure as you tried to buck your hips to feel him move.
"Such an inpatient little thing."
Sukuna grabbed your wrist and placed them over your head holding them down on his desk as he slowly started to move his hips.
Every inch of him can be felt slowly dragging across your walls making you whimper for more. "Kuna…I want you to go harder and faster please."
He chuckled saying "as you wish my love."
His thrust soon became hard and fast. He had to let go of your wrist to hold your hips down to keep you from sliding across his desk. His grunts and moans were loud enough to fill the room along with your chants of his name. If anyone came up to his door they would hear everything.
"Who do you belong to?!"
"You sukuna!"
"Who is fucking you on this desk?!"
"Sukuna!"
With each snap of his hips you were closer to your climax, he could feel the way you squeezed around him. He leaned over you more and rested his hands onto his desk as you wrapped your arms around him. Sukuna let out a growl then pushed some of his papers off his desk to get them out of the way of his love making.
Your legs and velvet walls squeezed him as you laid your head back creaming around his cock and yelled his name for everyone to hear. Sukuna let out a loud heavy moan giving a last pound into you painting your insides with his warm cum.
He breathed heavily then looked at you with a smile filling his face as you smiled back pulling his face down to press your lips to his. As he kissed you he slowly pulled out from you then lifted you to sit up on his desk. Doing so you felt some of the cream inside you leak down your folds onto the wood desk beneath you. Sukuna smirked and reached over to pull out some tissues and cleaned you up good enough to be comfortable.
Both of you got dressed but then you watched him stick your panties into his pants pocket. A blush filled your face seeing him smirk wide.
"Now sweetheart I want you to remember that I love you. Do not worry about what others think or say."
He talked as he leaned his hands onto the desk, his face close to yours and stared at you.
"Because you are mine and I am yours."
Two weeks passed and you were the most happy you could be with sukuna. But you noticed your hormones have been acting up. You didn't want to leave his side even on your days off when sukuna had to go in, you felt sad when he left.
It should have been your time of the month but that is a week passed due. The two of you have been in really active sex since you got back together. Though you brushed it off thinking it was just your irregular time again.
When going back to work sitting at your desk, sukuna was silently tapping away at his laptop but you just sat there not feeling the best. You heard the door to his office open and a female voice called out to sukuna in a flirtatious way knowing full well that you were there. They just liked to piss you off.
Hearing him greet her and talk about her next task you could hear the flirty giggles coming from her.
You started to feel sick to the stomach and body getting chills. You couldn't hold it any longer.
You quickly got up and went to sit on the floor by the side of your desk, grabbed the small trash can and threw up the lunch you had with sukuna.
The woman scoffed and gave a disgusted look but sukuna quickly pushed himself away from his desk and ran over to you.
"Beautiful, what’s wrong?"
He went onto his knees and rubbed your back then placed his hands into your hair to keep it away from your face.
"You are dismissed and send satoru in here!"
You spit into the trash can breathing hard and held it against you while sukuna stayed on the floor next to you. The woman had left and soon after satoru had come in seeing the two of you.
"Satoru I am going to go home early and stay with y/n she is not feeling well."
Gojo hands you water letting you rinse out your mouth. Sukuna grabbed your small purse he bought you nothing fancy but something black and durable. He placed it on himself then went over to hold you close to him not caring of the eyes that gaze to you two.
The whole night sukuna stayed by your side and took care of you bringing you some tea and laying next to you in bed while you watched your favorite show then he brought your ice cream.
You still felt a little sick in the morning but throughout the day you felt a lot better to go hang out with your friends for a while. Sukuna dropped you off at the mall then went to stop by at work. You told your friends what happened and what has been going on with you as they smiled at you and giggled.
"You're pregnant!"
Liz shouted out and you looked at her in shock then put the pieces together. Usually you take the after sex pill, but after doing it on his desk and when you got home that day. You forgot to even take it.
You felt your heart race and looked down at your hands as the girls looked at you concerned.
Cerin smiled and asked "does he want kids?"
You shrugged and said "we didn't talk about it. He mentioned he wants kids but this was before we broke up. We haven't spoken about it since then. What if he changed his mind?"
Jasmine giggled and said "we should get a test before we confirm anything. If it is negative then you will just have to be careful. If it's positive you need to talk to him."
Your friends walked with you to the pharmacy and helped you pick out the best one. When sukuna picked you up you hid it inside your bag at the very bottom. That night you had such bad sleep you kept waking up but sukuna stayed asleep holding you close. You did bring up the talk about kids when you got home how he felt about it.
He never had the thought of it until he got older. Explaining his ex never wanted any kids. But he is not pushing for it.
Which made you toss and turn all night because he didn't want any right now. You woke up for the last time seeing it was morning. You looked over to see sukuna still asleep. Taking the chance you grabbed your bag and went into the bathroom to take the test.
It felt like a long battle of nerves waiting for the test when your timer went off and you got up from the bathroom floor and took a look. Your heart dropped but it also started to beat fast.
It's positive.
You wanted to be outside in the garden to tell sukuna a special spot in his home. He already had some people start building a pond just for you like you always wanted and a spot to read your books. You went back to the room and grabbed the test hiding it in your pocket.
Sukuna sat at his desk in his office room hearing a knock at the door and smirked as he gazed at you standing in the doorway.
"Hello my love. You alright?"
"Sukuna, I want to have a little lunch together in the garden. I need to talk to you."
He can tell by how you are acting. It's a serious thing. He closed his computer and got up walking to you. You saw him dressed in a button shirt and jeans telling him to leave this on.
You took his hand and walked him out to the garden. He noticed the blanket under the cherry blossom tree with some strawberries and a small bottle of sake. A big smile filled his face then pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"A perfect date with my beautiful woman."
You giggled with a smile but then the butterflies in your stomach returned as it neared the conversation you needed to have. You both sat down, enjoying the view and nuzzling against each other eating strawberries.
He took the bottle wanting a little toast pouring you and him a little shot of sake. "To the love you brought me."
You smiled holding the cup saying "to the moment you came into my life."
He smiled softly at you and said "to our spirit that will find each other in the next life."
Sukuna bowed his head to you as you did the same to him and he took the drink but then saw you didn't. He tilted his head as you gave him a weak smile and set the cup down.
"Ryomen I can't drink this for a while."
"Why not?"
You gulped and reached into your pocket while you took his free hand to flip it palm up and place the test in his hand.
"I am pregnant."
Sukuna froze starting at the test dropping the cup onto the blanket. He looked at you seeing your eyes fill with tears.
He quickly pushed everything to the side, spilling the sake and pulled you into his lap and hugged you tight.
"You're pregnant! With my child. I am going to be a father!"
You smiled hugging him then looked to see the tears that filled his eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours, smiling wide.
He didn't know what to do. His hands roamed everywhere on your body then held your face in his hands.
"I love you y/n. We have been through so much and I do not deserve anything. But I am a selfish man and I wanted you. I couldn't let you go because you were all I wanted. The woman who brought me my heart. All started with an affair and now I am here to finally have love and a family. All thanks to you, beautiful. Please make me feel loved forever."
You felt him hold your hands in his tears glossing your eyes at his words.
"Y/n marry me."
You felt your heart swell and combust hearing those words.
"Ryomen I want you to be mine forever. Yes."
Sukuna couldn't keep his emotions down as he closed his eyes letting tears fall and pulled you against his body. You held onto him crying with him. As the sun fell with all the passion it led to you laying naked on your back against the blanket with him making love to you under the cherry blossom tree with the colors in the sky of the setting sun. This was all you could ask for. You didn't want anything else but sukuna.
A month later you and sukuna had been planning what to have at the wedding. It was just going to be a small one with the people you both knew.
The talk of you two getting married had spread through the building and even the news showed up in the magazines and online. Sukuna marrying you has been a big talk in the business life. Everyone was curious about where you came from and how you ended in the path of sukuna. Some of the fan girls both loved and hated you. They were happy for sukuna but others said you are just a gold digger.
The day of the wedding your friends helped you get dressed since you placed them as the bridesmaids. They fixed your hair by placing cherry blossom flowers in it. As you look down at your traditional white kimono that is fitted to you perfectly, you begin to feel your butterflies.
"What if something happens?"
Liz scoffed and said "woman you are fine and everything will be perfect."
You stood in front of the walk way that led to the ceremony. You took a deep breath and began to walk. The few people that were there turned and saw you with gasps. Sukuna stood at the altar and felt the world around him disappear. All his focus was just on you.
His heart swelled and ached as he tried to hold back the tears and biggest smile but couldn't as he watched you walk to him.
You smiled seeing him in a white kimono as well as a blush filled your cheeks. He is more handsome and beautiful than you thought he ever could. As you got to him he held out his hands and you placed yours into his.
The priest walked over with a ceremonial cup of tea and placed it into yours and sukunas hands. Sukuna looked at you ready to speak his vows.
"Y/n my sweetheart my beautiful. I know I was not the best man that came into your life. I was a liar. I broke your heart. But all the moments I spent with you my heart was at its happiest when you were by my side. I couldn't think of life without you. I always wanted to have someone who really loved me for who I am. We ran into eachother as if life put you in my path."
You saw his eyes begin to gloss over with tears.
"I could not let you go. I don't want to lose my heart. Now you have given me a family that I always wanted. I love you. I am sorry that I can not find the words to tell you how much I love you. But marrying me I will show you all the love I have for you."
You helped but to try to hold back your crying but you let the tears show. Hearing the slight crying of your friends behind you. The cup of tea warms your hands along with sukuna.
"Ryomen sukuna. I never thought I would see myself here. The moment I ran into you, I didn't think I would be here marrying the love of my life. So much has happened but I guess our hearts could not stay apart. Sukuna I will always be by your side. I will never leave. I love you so much kuna."
Sukuna smiled and sucked in his silent crying as you smiled back at him the priest walked over speaking the binding words of you and sukuna.
He lifted the tea putting it to your lips as you took the sip and you did the same for him. The priest spoke for you and sukuna to finally seal fate.
A big smile formed on your face as he walked closer to you placing his hands on your hips and pressed his lips to yours. He gave you a soft but passionate kiss as tears fell from your eyes. Sukuna pulled away and hugged you quickly and you hugged him back hearing him say "you're so beautiful."
Hearing the small family cheer and your friends squealing as they cheered. After the party you and sukuna took leave for a honeymoon sukuna had planned for the two of you.
He rented a shrine home in the forest for the week away from the city life and stress. It was just the two of you alone. Even though you carried his child, sukuna still made passionate love with you.
This was the life you were going to have for the rest of your life. Laying in the arms of the man you love, your husband, with your growing belly of his child. Seeing sukuna at home laying beside you and rubbing your stomach, placing kisses to it. You could not wait to see your baby grow in the proud arms of sukuna.
You are the love of sukuna's life just as he is the love of your life.
ahh i can not believe its over. I could have put more things but i didnt want it to cross over into other stories.
I am glad that so many of you enjoyed it!
#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#ceo!sukuna x reader#ceo!sukuna#ceo!au#ryomen sukuna smut#the affair
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TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;
75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!
“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”
“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”
“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I don’t!”
“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”
“Can necromancers heal depression?”
“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”
“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”
“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest...”?”
“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”
“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”
“Holy shit... I’M the demon living in my house?”
“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”
“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”
“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”
“I don’t really feel like existing today.”
“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”
“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”
“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”
“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”
“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”
“If your computer has malware... that’s me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.”
“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”
“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”
“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”
“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”
“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”
“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”
“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”
“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”
“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”
“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”
“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”
“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”
“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can... force it to be Halloween.”
“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”
“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”
“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”
“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”
“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”
“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”
“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”
“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”
“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”
“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”
“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”
“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”
“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.”
“Protect me from what I want.”
“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”
“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”
“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”
“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”
“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”
“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”
“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”
“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”
“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”
“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”
“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”
“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”
“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”
“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”
“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”
“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”
“What does your soul look like?”
“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””
“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”
“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”
“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”
“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”
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Vacation Days - Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW)
Because apparently I am obbessed with side characters :)
You had never been to Belize; in fact, you had never been anywhere outside of the US. You’d never had the means or the opportunity, you and Terry had always talked about travelling but it had been a pipe dream, something to think about after the two of you retired.
Then that whole shitstorm had happened with Bronx SVU, he’d been fired trying to advocate for those girls, for doing the right thing in that hell hole. When he sued them, he hadn’t been looking for a pay-out. He’d been looking for justice because Bronx SVU was in a state of crisis and those victims, the new ones and the old ones they were simply a file shoved underneath a forgotten coffee cup. He’d received a healthy sum in return for blowing the whistle on the higherups, and he was back in a job, correcting the wrongs that had been perpetrated against those victims.
The two of you needed a break, you were exhausted and overworked from your stint in Homicide and Terry had been putting in all the hours God sent trying to fix the problems that his previous Captain had papered over. When he’d surprised you with a trip to a private island in Belize, you were gobsmacked. You tried to refuse but Terry wasn’t having any of it, the two of you had barely managed to snag more than a couple of hours together and he wanted this, he wanted to spend his money on something worthwhile. Somewhere secluded, where you could just be yourselves, take the time to relax and enjoy one another.
Sun, sea, sand and you. He couldn’t ask for anything more.
You had barely been here a day and he was already beginning to shed the stress that had manifested over the past few months. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this free, that he’d been able to actually breathe.
You were lying on a blanket on the beach when he approached you with a chilled bottle of water. Your book was resting beside you, face down. You were clad in orange bikini bottoms, that hugged your hips just right and nothing else. The advantage of a private island.
You looked delectable; he felt a stirring in his groin as he drank you in. Your eyes were closed, your expression blissful as you lay beneath the parasol. His gaze slipped lower, those beautiful breasts, sensitive nipples he wanted to get his mouth on and lick until you were keening against him. He remembered how good you felt under his hands as they glided down your waist.
He dropped down beside you, setting the water down alongside your book. His fingertips plucked at the string holding your bikini bottoms in place, toying with it between his fingers.
It felt like he hadn’t touched you like this in age, there were stolen moments, quickies in between shifts but he hadn’t had the chance to take his time, to savour you the way he wanted to. He started at your knees, his lips brushing over your skin as his palm chased up along the inside of your thigh. You tasted of coconut, sighing under his touch as he doodled a small pattern even higher. He smiles because he knows that noise, knows that you are relaxed and contented. Already he can see the moisture gathering between your legs, a slight damp patch on the cleft, marring the fabric. A low moan rolls off your lips as he brushes his finger over it.
“Do you want more baby?” he asks you, using two fingers to draw a circle on your clit.
“Please Terry.” You murmur as his fingertips trail along your wet folds. You want to sink down on his fingers, for them to fill you, he can feel it in the way you arch your hips each time he sweeps over your needy cunt.
He shifts until he’s situated between your legs, his fingers still running over the fabric of your bikini bottoms. His fingertips toy with the elastic as that devilish smile crosses his features as he lowers his mouth to your clothed mound. His breath ghosts across your clit, causing a whine to escape your throat.
“I love having you like this, love being able to do whatever the fuck we want.” He tells you as tugs at the string holding your bottoms in place. He strips away the material before pressing his mouth to your clit. You cry out at the sensation of heat engulfing your system as he kisses that delicate bundle of nerves the same way as he kisses your mouth. It’s soft and tender, almost exploratory as he maps out the shape of you with his tongue.
It's been a while since he has loved you like this, since he’s been able to lose himself in the act of pleasure and he wonders how he could have possibility of gone so long without it. Your distinct taste under his tongue, your fingers in his hair, the way you arch your hips… Fuck he wants more, he craves it. He adds one finger at first, just enough to tease you. You meet each gentle thrust with a whimper, the delirium chasing through your veins like a narcotic.
You’re an addict who needs their fix, you want the rush, but Terry is slow and methodical, he builds you up, drawing out the rapture until you feel yourself on the cusp. He leaves you there, suspended in the euphoria, skin flushed and breathing ragged. Just as you start to come down, he adds another finger. He thrusts them even deeper, hitting that deviant little spot inside you that sends you hurtling over the edge.
It's like a wildfire exploding through your synapses, you drown in the sensation as it erupts inside of you, tearing his name from your lips as he fucks you through it wringing every last ounce of ecstasy from you. His tongue replaces his fingers as he laps up every drop of candied honey, cleaning up that sensual mess.
“Think you can give me another?” He whispers against your inner thigh, looking up at you with feverish eyes. “I need more.”
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Do We Dare to Dream? - Chapter 3
are these going to be daily...for now, yeah cuz, why not? :D
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Jason burst through the office with bloodied knuckles, Ra’s watching the child glare at him as if he had just murdered his best friend…which was not that far from it.
“Where’s Marinette?” He growled, quickly turning to knock down another guard.
“Marinette?” Ra’s asked back, testing the waters.
“Yes, Marinette. Wang Fu’s-”
“Ah yes, the guardian girl.”
“Where is she?” Jason growled, although he fully knew where she was.
But to know of her whereabouts while at the dining hall of all places? At breakfast, of all times? They were just together just a few hours ago!
They were talking about wanting to go to Paris together!
“I sent her on a…personal mission.” Ra’s easily provided, showing Jason a file on his table. Upon picking it up and scanning the case, Jason’s heart plummeted. “A simple retrieval miss-”
“More like a suicide mission!” Jason slammed his hands on the desk. “You know Savage can’t be followed! He kills anyone who even dares to!
“All she has to do is follow the man and take-”
“He is going to kill her.” He gritted, crumbling the file as he curled his fists.
“Only if she lets herself get caught by him.” Ra’s calmly said. “Unless…you don’t think she’ll make it out alive.” Jason let out a shuddering breath.
“This isn’t about whether or not she can. It’s the fact-”
“Jason.” Jason froze, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. “I suggest you choose your next words wisely.” Jason felt as Ra’s circled from around his desk to his side, feeling him awfully close to his ear. “After all, this is all your fault.”
“What do-”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your little encounters with her? That I wouldn’t know about every little thing that happens under my roof? Under my watch?”
Jason swore he felt his heart stop. “I told Marinette I was willing to turn a blind eye if she did this for me and as you can see, she took the deal. So if I were you,” Ra’s made Jason turn to him by grabbing hold of his hair. “I wouldn’t do anything rash until she came back.
After all, it would not take much to make this mission to be her cause of death.”
Jason almost hit the desk once Ra’s let go of him, listening to his retreating footsteps and the slam of a door.
Jason slid to the floor, mustering the courage he needed to keep his tears in, which ended up in vain as one found itself falling, followed by various more a few seconds later.
“Please, be safe…Mari.”
-
Days passed since Jason last saw Marinette, everyday wondering if she was safe or at the very least alive.
To think Ra’s would make her steal something from Vandal Savage…Savage of all people…
Jason ran his hands through his hair as he sat at the edge of Marinette’s bed.
This was all his fault.
He shouldn’t have-
He let out a scream as he curled into himself, not caring if someone found him.
It was going to be his fault if she never returns. It would be his fault if she-
Jason huffed as he finished screaming, hearing his heart beat loudly in his ears.
No.
He had to…
He had to have hope…
Hope that she will be successful…
Safe…
That she will return…
Because that was all he could do…
He lifted his head, scraping the motivation to get up while his body begged him to stay. That’s when he noticed the red ribbon left on her nightstand.
He walked towards it, ingraining the way the silk felt in his hands as he picked it up, noticing a small silver ladybug embroidered into it.
He gently squeezed it before tying it around his wrist.
That’s right.
This was Marinette he was talking about.
She wouldn’t let this stop her.
She just couldn’t.
She’ll be fine.
She’ll come back.
“So please, come back safe and sound.”
-
It was a few weeks later when she finally showed up.
“Finally back.” Jason heard Marinette mutter as she threw something on the ground, causing him to quickly get up from her bed.
She was there, wrapped in a soiled cloak but nonetheless here, back in the League.
Within arms reach.
Should he run to her? Apologize? Did she even know the reason why she was sent on that mission? “Could really use-”
“What took you so long?” Jason decided to speak up as he walked to the doorway, causing her to jump. He couldn’t help but smirk, even when his mind was running wild with worry and the thought of just going up to hug her. “Don’t tell me the assignment was too much for you to-”
“If I’m back, that means it wasn’t.” Marinette snapped, wondering why he was in her room, though she had an idea or two. But right now, she just wanted him out of there. She wanted to hurry up and sleep the ringing in her head off.
“Hey, are you-“
“Listen, Jason. I got the job done, I’m here and now, can you do me the favor of getting out of my room? I haven’t had a bath in weeks and I would really-”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.” Jason bluntly stated, grabbing Marinette by her shoulders, missing the way she harshly winced at his grab. “It’s been weeks since we’ve seen-“
“It took a while to get back. Had some problems getting back here without getting caught. After all, I did-”
“Caught?” He narrowed his eyes. “So he really did make you-” Jason huffed. “Why didn’t you-“
“Jason, please.” Marinette stopped herself from yelling, feeling her headache growing worse by the second. “I want to wash myself and go to sleep. So please, leave.” Marinette hissed, wanting to clutch her head. Forget that, her entire body was screaming at her to get some rest.
“What the hell Marinette? You’ve been gone for days and this is how-”
“Would you please stop shouting?” Why was it so hot all of a sudden?
“Shouting? All I’m doing is asking whether or not you’re okay.”
“Okay?” Marinette scoffed, pulling her hair up. “If I’m here, then it means I am. So would you stop with the yelling? And why the hell do you even want to know how I-”
“Because all you ever do is get yourself into trouble and I have to be the one who has clean up after-”
“No one asked you to clean up after me!” Marinette yelled, pushing Jason off of her. “I can handle my own prob-” Blood spurted out of her mouth, Marinette falling to the floor, coughing up the blood that tried to spill out once again.
Jason could only watch as she laid on the floor violently coughing up more blood, her hands clutching her shirt as if that would even help her in the slightest.
He could feel a lump forming in his throat, his throat getting raspier by the second.
He watched as Marinette began to fade from his vision and soon saw his hands lying in a pool of blood, some of it already drying on his fingertips.
He found himself reaching out towards a gate, something ticking somewhere in the distance as he started to notice the boxes around him loom over his body.
“H…elp.” A whisper said, Jason barely able to catch it over his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. “Hel…p.” They said even more quietly than the first, only then Jason realizing it wasn’t his own voice.
“Marinette.” He found himself saying, or rather whispering back, somehow managing to snap from his daymare.
She came back to his view, Jason’s chest twisting as he saw her reaching out for him.
He dragged his heavy feet over to her, clasping his hand over her own, flinching at how cold they were. Her nails tried to dig into his hand, but failed.
“Ja…son.” She gasped. “Jay.” He didn’t need to be reminded again.
He was about to scoop her up, only to stop himself. Taking out a pocket knife, he quickly tore off the cloak she had on, his heart stopping upon seeing her suit slit open on her back as well on her arms and legs.
Her gashes were festered over what had used to be evenly done stitches.
Dried blood crusted the edges of the slashed clothes, bruises covering her tattered sleeves.
In a heartbeat, Jason scooped her up and ran out her chambers, cursing himself for being so hesitant and blind.
“Move it!” He yelled as he turned corners, almost dropping Marinette as he slipped over his own footing. He winced at the irregular angle of his foot while avoiding to completely fall, but that didn’t matter.
Getting back up, he bit his tongue to forget the jolting pain that coursed through his body as he stood on his injured ankle. He let out a warbling breath as he adjusted Marinette in his arms.
“Just hold a little more Mari. We’re almost there.” He assured her, even though he knew she probably couldn’t hear him.
He bit back a wince as he picked up his pace again, this time hurrying down the stairs that lead to the Pit and even though Jason swore to himself that he would avoid this place at all costs…here he was again.
But he knew that this was the work of the Gods, mocking his resolution.
He knew this was their way of reminding him about his fate…his bad luck…
Shaking those thoughts away, Jason looked at Mari who had gone limp in his arms, but if he listened closely, her breaths were still there, even if they were starting to get longer and softer with each passing one.
Gathering the courage he needed, Jason stepped into the Pit, his body quaking with each step he took deeper into the green waters. Once he was waist high into the pool of murk, Jason looked at Marinette, taking in a deep breath before he let her go.
He watched as her body floated off of his arms, her fingers grazing his own as he stopped himself from grabbing her as she submerged into the water.
He watched with bated breath as her body stayed underwater, Jason watching the surface with every second that passed, watching as the bubbles came to a stop.
Seconds turned into minutes…minutes that never seemed to end.
He felt the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes and when he noticed that, his breaths began to quicken and that lump in his throat that he felt so long ago came back.
He let out a scream as he started to thrash about in the water.
“Work damn it! Hurry up and work! Isn’t that the whole reason you exist? Aren’t you supposed to do miracles? Aren’t you supposed to heal everything and anything? Well? Why aren’t you doing that then?” Jason yelled, coming to a halt when he felt the lump in his throat grow stronger. “Just heal her…please…”
A wail escaped his throat, but he knew better than to try and suppress it. He screamed as he leaned forward, his head coming into close contact with the water, but never exactly touching it.
He didn’t know for how long he ended up screaming, but it was long enough to let him release everything.
When he did eventually lift his head, he noticed that Marinette was still submerged in the water.
He watched the water stand still, not a single bubble riding towards the surface…
So…
Not even the damn Lazarus Pit was able to save her…
Letting a shuddering breath leave him, Jason made his way to retrieve her body, only to back up when she emerged from the water, Marinette gasping for air and clawing at the air in search of something to grasp on.
Jason quickly took hold of her hands and brought her close to him, burying his head into the crook of her neck.
“Ja…son.”
“Don’t speak.”
“Hmm.” Marinette responded, feeling Jason hug her tighter. “Don’t leave…me...”
“I won’t. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again, I promise.”
“Merci…”
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Just when things couldn’t get any worse, it happened.
“We’ve been breached!”
��Get to your stations!”
“Mari! Mari!” Jason yelled, getting jostled by the people who ran past him.
Everyone was going out into the court yard to fight off the intruders, but Jason could care less about them. Right now, he only had one person on his mind.
He sprinted past flying arrows, barely managing to dodge the last one.
He made it across the yard, now making his way past halls and more deployed men, until finally making it to Marinette’s room.
Slamming the door open, he felt his heart drop to his stomach as he found her unconscious on the floor.
“Marinette!” He cried, throwing himself into the floor and scooping her up.
She was cold.
He held her closer to his body, wondering if this was why-
“Jay-Jason. I’m alright.” Jason heard her say, quickly lifting his head, only to see the body in his arms still limp.
That’s when he felt a hand on his shoulder. There was Marinette smiling back at him, a faint blush tinting the tips of her ears. “If it managed to trick you, then I’m sure-“
Marinette didn’t expect Jason to pull her into an embrace, wondering what to do when he wouldn’t let go of her. “Hey, hey…I’m alright.”
“But I’m not.” Jason confessed. “I know what death feels like and just the thought of how you might have died in a similar way I did…”
Marinette didn’t pressure him to continue when he stopped, instead returning a tight hug.
“I’m sorry,” she hugged him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know. But then, why did you do it?” He asked as he pulled away.
“We can use this distraction to leave.” Marinette said with resoluteness, her eyes sparkling with fire. Glowing with determination. “We can get out of here and be free.”
He froze at those words. Was she insane? “Jason, we can finally be happy if we seize this opportunity! Isn’t that what we’ve always talked about?
About getting to leave this place and live happily elsewhere?”
Ra’s threat echoed in his mind from the day Mari was sent off to that lethal mission.
“Mari. You know you can’t just expect to leave the League without any consequences. Without them knowing you’re still alive. This,” he gestured to the corpse. “This could fool many, but not Ra’s Al Ghul.
If he ever learns that you’ve made a fool of him, he will hunt you down.”
“Jason. This is the only time we can-”
“Don’t you understand Marinette? He will track you down and personally kill you for playing him.”
“He won’t figure it out if we use this.” Marinette says with a grin on her face, Jason’s eyes widened upon seeing the box he had received so many months ago from Fu now in her hands.
He was pretty sure he had-
“How did you get that?”
“You’re pretty terrible at hiding things. Even a baby could’ve found this.” Her smile fell as she kept staring at the box in her hand. “Although, you forgot that I’ve been trained on everything related to the Miraculi. Especially on how to locate them.”
“Is that-”
“Yes, it’s a Miraculous. While I don’t know why you never told me about it and why it was in your possession, I’ll be using this to pull off my plan.” He watched as she opened the box, pulling out a pair of earrings, watching as they glowed a bright red before it faded out. ”Are you in?”
Jason didn’t know much about the Miraculi, but there was one thing he did know about Marinette. She always found a way to make things go her way.
“I’m in.”
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How did Jason forget that hope was a thing that was long dead within the walls of the League?
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice, girl?” Ra’s sneered as he thrusted his sword through Marinette’s back, Jason frozen in place as he watched blood drip from Mari’s mouth.
She sputtered and gagged as the sword was then withdrawn from her body, her face meeting the floor within seconds. She watched as Ra’s dragged Jason away from her, her friend a terrible mess.
Tears ran down his face, baring his teeth against Ra’s as he clawed at him to let him go.
“Stay…safe…Jason…” she found herself saying as she tried to reach for him, only for the world to go black.
Jason watched as Marinette laid in the pool of her own blood, watching as her life drained before his eyes.
Watching her dying off in a similar way as he did…
“Marinette!” He yelled, pulling Ra’s off him, dashing for her only to meet with the ground. He let out a scream as something was dug into his back, feeling it cut into and through his body.
“She is long dead, foolish boy. As she should be for-“
“Get off of me!”
“She became your weakness. Your major flaw to becoming the ultimate-“
“How is a friend a weakness? Is being human so-” Jason yelled, holding in a scream as Ra’s ripped the blade out of him.
“Being human isn’t a weakness, but the emotions that come with being one are.” Ra’s lifted Jason up by his hair, making him face Marinette’s corpse. “This…this is what being emotional gets you. If you want to survive in this world, best learn to get rid of them.
After all,” He let go of Jason, Jason hitting the floor with a loud thud, “there are plans that await you, boy.”
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WLB - Ch 2
Chapter 1
May's first test.
May cannot remember how she got here. It's the first thing on her mind, the worrisome note that surpasses all other thought. She's confined by rounded white walls and a ceiling that's only six inches from her face. The space beneath her is solid and padded, and her head rests on a thick, marshmallow-esque pillow. She lifts her arms tentatively - there's something that pulls near the bend of her elbow; it's warm, tight, and pinches. It's like May moves in slow motion as she tries to control her body. If she ever wondered what a coffin felt like, May guesses this is a close approximation.
But do coffins usually come with this weird humming sound? It's buzzing behind, in front of, and on either side of May. If she strains, there's someone speaking just underneath waves of static and a sort of repeated clicking. When May thinks she can make it out, the background noise grows and the voice is lost. It gets harder to understand the more she tries, like the static fills her brain more than the room (if it can be called that).
When May has the humming all but tuned out, she squeezes her eyes shut and is determined to fall asleep. Maybe it feels like she's underwater because she's dreaming. It's happened before. So she lets her thoughts go and tries to drift, hoping her brain will restart and she'll come back to reality in a couple hours. As she tries to relax, images and sounds bounce around her head. Moaning, obedience, fingers poised to snap, cold glasses of milk. She doesn't try to make sense of them, but allows the scenes to wash over her.
May's as close to unconscious as she can be when a bright, horizontal crack of light appears on her right. The lid of her enclosure lifts and she's blinded by the space around her. She winces and tries to cover her eyes, but her body is still slow to answer her. Great. The dream isn't over.
"Woah there, girl," a gentle, southern voice soothes her. "You've got a lot of energy, huh?"
It sure doesn't feel like it as May struggles to sit up. The room comes into focus slowly, and she finds a still small space of sterile white walls and tile. The man eyeing her over her isn't someone she recognizes, but looks kind all the same. He has gentle brown eyes, soft blonde hair, and a five o' clock shadow that fits his plaid shirt tucked into bell bottom jeans. His cowboy boots bring May back to the present; Vic gave her the card for Shaw Farms – this place where they make girls disappear.
"Who are you?" May slurs, her mouth not following instruction, either.
The man cocks a half-smile and talks more to himself than to her. "They said you'd be a fighter. Never had one come awake so quick, let alone ask me questions. Alrighty, girl. Up you go."
He drags a step stool to her side, and hoists May upright. The man swings her legs over the side, and steadies May as he helps her down. The tile is cold under May's bare feet, and the air hits her bare legs with a shiver. May forces her eyes to her own body and finds herself in a tight white t-shirt and paper thin matching shorts.
May tries to ask, "Can I have some socks?" but the man shushes her before she can finish.
"Come on now, Essie. Let's get this IV before you rip it out."
He takes May's arm between his own and his body, an angle that prevents May from seeing what's done or moving it while he works. She feels a release and the familiar sense of a bandage removed, and it's over. He guides her toward a door and opens it with his key card. May tries to file this new knowledge away. She never knows when she might need it.
They're walking down the hallway before May can process it. People in lab coats and familiar pink scrubs pass her by, none of them sparing her a second glance. Their heads are bowed over paperwork or they stare dead ahead with no recognition, making their way as quickly as they can. May doesn't see any other girls like her, but if no one stops them, she figures this must be normal procedure.
They swing into another room the man must unlock. He sets her down in front of a low table, so low that she sits on the ground rather than in a chair. May's vision is clearing up and her body becoming more stable the farther she is from that IV. The man is at a counter on the far side of the room, rearranging things. He picks up what May recognizes as VR goggles and starts preparing them. She notices a lanyard hanging from his neck, now. His keycard is attached, as well as a small plastic box. May has no idea what it does, but isn't sure she wants to know. She tries to ignore the rectangular metal structure and its harnesses in the middle of the room, unsure of how a person would be positioned inside it.
The man is called to her side of the room by a knock at the door. He opens it to another aid in pink scrubs. "Her breakfast, Tommy."
"Thanks, Reid. And don't worry, usually she'll eat in her room. This is just for today."
Reid nods and gives Tommy a smile. "No problem, man. See you around."
Tommy says goodbye and turns to May with a plastic pink cafeteria tray in hand. He takes it to his counter without giving her another word. She watches as Tommy cracks three blue pills into a glass of milk, and shuffles around the remaining food. She clears her throat.
"Your name is Tommy?" she asks, her voice cracking.
Tommy doesn't acknowledge her. He comes back to her table with her breakfast and starts laying it out for her.
"Milk first," he instructs.
May looks at it skeptically. "What'd you put in it?"
Tommy doesn't answer, but lifts the glass to her lips. May hesitates, wondering what all would get her kicked out of the program. She keeps her mouth shut.
Tommy sighs. "We're doing this the hard way, huh?"
He reaches over and plugs May's nose, immediately popping a gasp from her lips, and tilts the drink into her mouth. She swallows her first gulp before backing away. Tommy deftly keeps the rest from spilling, and watches as May swishes the milk from cheek to cheek.
She swallows, rather than spit it on the floor.
"Not so bad?" Tommy asks, sighing. He puts the glass down. It stands beside a plate of eggs and bacon, ham, and hashbrowns. May's stomach rumbles.
Tommy laughs. "If you want the rest, you gotta finish what you started."
May feels the cool milk pass down her throat. It tastes completely normal, though she knows Tommy's added something. She scoots closer to him and the spread before her. May tries to find any other choice, particularly one that involves her still eating, and can't find one. Under Tommy's watchful eye, she gulps back the remaining drink.
He picks up the little box on his lanyard and presses down. A click echos through the room and runs a tingle up May's spine. "Good girl," he praises. May blushes involuntarily, squeezing her thighs together. She doesn't look at him as he pulls plastic silverware from behind his back.
"Now you can eat," Tommy says, passing a fork and knife off to her. May hurries through her breakfast, plowing through with speed and gratitude. It takes her all of twenty minutes while Tommy fiddles with his toys at the back counter. When she's finished, she knows there's something different about her. Something that feels easier, like a part of her has snapped into place. She tries to ignore it, this thing that is definitely Tommy's handiwork.
Tommy picks up her empty tray and sets it outside their door. He looks to May with a challenge in his eyes. "Up," he commands.
May is standing. She doesn't know when it happened, only that it did, and it was because Tommy told her to.
"Good girl," he says and presses his clicker. May feels tight, hot pleasure.
"Now, over here," Tommy calls, patting his thigh. May is at his side.
Again, she's praised with a click, and May feels another rush surge through her. She wants to chase this high as often as she can.
Tommy smiles. "That's right, that's right. Now, let's get these out of the way."
He goes to her back. The sound of velcro ripping rings in May's ears as he peels her white shirt away, leaving her exposed.
"Wait, no," May protests, clinging to the loose front of her top. "I don't understand."
"Your IV didn't do nothin', did it?" Tommy asks, rubbing his stubble in thought. "Alright, we can do this the other way. Undress."
May moves more slowly now, her brain adjusting to the order. Where her resistance lies outside of a command, it becomes nothing but soft, malleable will when given instruction. May blames those little blue pills, but surely, manages to drop her shirt and unfasten the velcro at the side of her shorts, allowing those to go as well. She gets two clicks this time, reinforcing that she follow directions and be naked.
Tommy strokes her hair, giving May pause as she revels in the feeling, and takes out his phone with the other hand. He taps through it with his thumb until he's holding one end to his mouth and muttering into the device. If May were thinking coherently in that moment, she might recognize it as Tommy recording notes on their session. Instead, Tommy stands beside the metal stand in the center of the room, and pats the bar jutting from its front.
"Put your chin here," he orders. May's body wipes any apprehensions she may have held as she gets herself into position, placing her jaw on the padded rest just as Tommy said. To do so, she has to crawl onto her hands and knees. Tommy tells May to stay still, and she does as he locks cuffs around her wrists and ankles. There's another padded support in the center, just under May's stomach, that keeps her standing as well. May gets a click for her behavior, and she stifles a soft moan.
Tommy's turned back to the counter as he records additional feedback. When he next faces May, he's carrying the VR headset and a couple syringes. May whimpers at the sight and earns another few pets of her hair before Tommy straps the goggles around her face, and a pair of headphones over her ears. He flicks a switch above her forehead and pale pink light swarms her vision.
She can barely make Tommy out over the thick, insulating cushion of the headphones. "EMT299 is locked in place, double-checking for secure cuffs around the stockade now. All good to go. Visual and audio stimuli is not one of the standard sets; she tests too low on the OSS for any of our regular tools. That's already obvious in her behavior, way more lucid than anyone we've had in here before. The hope is, a double shot of hormones this early on and the specialty script recorded by Shaw will break her. Would be nice for a success on day one, but, eh, unlikely. Plan past this is continuing double shots, upping the intensity of her night training and the dose in her IV, and keeping her on the compliance aids as often as we can just to get through her training smoothly. I have permission from Shaw to include physical stimuli in this first run-through, though obviously she won't reach completion until that last milking. Alright, I think that covers it. Starting up the set, 'Shaw V. EMT 001', right about now."
May is breathing heavily as he finishes talking, clearly with no regard for if she hears him or not. Her body's stiff with fear. Break her? Why would she need to be broken? Vic had to have no idea. He would never send May here if he knew it wasn't some random dairy farm in the middle of ass-nowhere Montana. And for the love of God, milking? It's not something she's ever thought of before, or something she's ever tried, but she knew it was a kink some of Vic's coworkers got stuck with. Honestly, she wanted to know why they enjoyed it or why they kept going back other than good money, but didn't have the guts to ask.
May doesn't have any more time to swirl around all she's heard. Tommy flips a switch on the side of her headphones, and they become noise-canceling. He presses a button near the front of the goggles, and a white spiral appears in the center of her screen, of her complete vision. Another, purple spiral is overlaid on top, and May doesn't know where to look. The screen is so bright that even with her eyes closed, spirals dance in her sight.
And then, a voice. It's familiar, but autotuned to be deeper. As it begins to speak, May is enraptured. It tells her to focus on her breathing, to take slow breaths in and slow breaths out. May does as she's told because it's all she can do to avoid a panic attack, anyway. The voice has her mellowed and steady when May notices the background effects. There's the same low hum from her dreams, the same click that Tommy gave her, and May knows she's wet. She has been, but now, with no where to go but the spiral and deep into the voice's induction, she feels it slick between her thighs. The voice, somehow, knows it too, and preys on that to keep her attention. At some point her own thoughts fade from focus, and all she has is the voice. She is tethered to the voice, and the voice replaces anything she might have stored in her own mind. The voice overwrites the pain she feels when two sharp stabs hit her asscheek one by one, and tells her it's all part of being a good, obedient, thoughtless girl. But is she a girl anymore? She's not sure. She might be something else, something less human. The voice asks May what her human name was.
She mumbles, "May. May, May Tucker."
The voice tells her she's right, what a good girl. And May can't help a big, dopey smile. But then, the voice tells her her new name. And that feels so much better. Her old name is gone, and her new name is all there ever was. May – Essie, knows this is true because the voice told her so, and the voice knows everything. The voice has Essie repeat her name over and over, like a mantra. Over and over. As the spirals are getting lighter, and the voice is getting gentler, Essie knows this is all she needs from this first trial. To accept her new name as the first piece of her new identity. And she wants to so very badly, but there's the little thread at the back of her mind that won't relent, one that feels the need to preserve herself as she was.
As the thread persists and Essie tries to wrestle it into the voice's script, she feels a warm hand between her legs. It rubs her thighs as she moans at the contact. She's the most sensitive she's ever been, and she knows it because that's what the voice tells her. The gentle hand strokes up and down her pussy languidly, as if it has all the time in the world. Essie tries to shift her weight, to sit back on its fingers and help it touch her all the more, but her restraints keep her locked in position. The voice tells her to feel the hand stroking away everything she used to be, that she can let it all go and be replaced by pleasure. The voice asks, is that what Essie wants? To put all those memories, all those associations with the past, behind her? Those memories hurt her, and made her want to run away. Here, she can be safe, and she can trust that Shaw Farms has her best interests at heart. No one will ever make her feel that way again. All she has to do is accept herself as Essie, and let May fall away.
And Essie pants softly as she feels the mindless drool pooling in her mouth. She huffs, "Yes," and feels the hand at her pussy speed up. It reaches forward and teases her clit, rubbing in quick circles that snip the last tether Essie held. "Yes, yes, yes," Essie pants.
The voice praises Essie over and over, telling her she's their good girl. The voice wraps Essie's empty mind in comfort as it tells her this is where she belongs and who she belongs to now. Shaw Farms is her present and her future. Shaw Farms is her everything, and Essie is more than happy to accept. The spirals slow to half their speed, and the purple overlay lightens from view. Essie whines as the hand comes away from her sensitive clit, and disappointment drops in her tummy. The voice tells her she has done such a good job, but they have more work to do. Essie will only cum when she's their good cow. And as much as Essie wants to please the voice and be whatever it wants her to be, a deep sense of shame brings her down from the voice's high.
This was wrong, this was all wrong. Essie's headphones click again, and the goggles come away from her face. She liked it all too much. She was losing herself. And she couldn't let that happen.
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The Pines Files
After the events of Weirdmaggeddon, Dipper and Mabel are contacted by the SCP foundation and join the ranks. The adventure never ended, it just took a different turn. And now, years later, they're back to Gravity Falls, aka SCP-████. And it is up to them to investigate the ever-growing mystery behind the town and protect the most dangerous and important SCPs there are and face their past.
Chapter One: Deal With The Devil
Dr. Mason Pines stared at himself in the mirror, hands gripping the sink, and wondered what his life had become. Sure, he knew what he’d signed up for, but still. He hated this. The near constant testing, the things that went on in this place. The dark circles under his eyes were as bad as they had ever been, and he was pretty sure he had gray hairs. Working where he did could do that to a guy. Mason let the water drip from his face before getting some paper towels and drying himself off, leaving his birthmark exposed. It felt like just yesterday he was a little kid.
He and Mabel had only been thirteen when they’d been approached. It was any other September day. The air was turning colder, they had started to settle into their school routine, and they were walking home together as they always had. He was listening to her talk all about her art class, where she had drawn some bits of a fun dream she had, but made a few modifications of course. “Those colors aren’t really possible in pencil, ya know! So I made up for it by putting on lots of glitters! Ms. Walker said I had a lot of imagination! But she also told me I’ll probably have to tone it down for the style units. I don’t think I’ll need to though.”
He’d been nodding along as she talked, writing down a little bit in his pocket journal. He was listening of course, but he also needed to keep track of all of his own little discoveries and theories. However, he was quickly pulled out of both Mabel’s retelling of events and his writings when they turned a corner. Right there, at their house, was a black van, “Mabel. Mabel!” He tugged on her sweater sleeve a little bit.
“I wonder if I should start drawing-” she stopped dead when he pulled on her sleeves and brought her attention to that van. Her eyes widened as she looked at Dipper, “I thought Great Uncle Ford wiped all those government guys’ memories with the mind eraser thingy.”
Dipper gripped the straps of his backpack, telling Mabel, “Maybe it’s not them. Maybe Mom and Dad are working on with some clients.” But even back then, he knew that was just something he said to comfort his sister. “Come on, let’s just head inside. It’s not like we can avoid them forever.”
And so they walked into their house, Dipper calling out, “Mom? Dad? You guys home?” before the two dropped their backpacks and headed into the living room. And their parents were certainly there, but they weren’t the only ones. Sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, were two people. Both were men, one was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and an earpiece. The other was dressed in a sweater and khakis, staring at Waddles as the pot-bellied pig sniffed him.
Their mother waved them over, telling them, “Mabel, Dipper, your father and I were just talking about you and your great uncles to Agent Young and Dr. Gordon. About what happened last summer. They wanted to talk to you.” Her eyes darted between her children and the armed agent taking a sip of his coffee.
Before either twin could answer, Dr. Gordon was up, approaching the two children with a flashlight, their father telling him, “Hey wait! We told you our children aren’t anomalies or whatever! They’re just kids!”
As Dr. Gordon shined a light in Dipper’s ear, he retorted with, “Yes, I know what you said. But you never know with twins! Especially not after that incident.” He then turned off the flashlight and inspected Mabel’s eyes, holding one of them open. “Did you have any sugar today Miss Pines?”
“Y-yeah! I mean no! I mean- Why do you wanna know?” The poor girl was sweating already.
Dr. Grant, completely ignoring her terror, told her, “So that’s a yes.” He went to sit back down, the agent with him nodding towards the other couch. “Let’s get to business then. Have a seat. Your parents filled us in on the situation, but we want to hear from you two.”
“And what situation would that be, exactly?” Dipper was clenching and unclenching his fists. Not sure if he should run away or be honest as he headed onto the couch and sat down, Mabel fidgeting with her hands a little bit as she joined him.
The agent spoke this time, telling the two, “Well, our biggest concern is how you managed to stop an apocalypse-level threat at only twelve years old. And the other is the location of Stanford and Stanely Pines. We want all the details of what happened.”
Dipper, having learned to not trust government agents, asked, “Depends, why do you want to know? And who are you guys anyway?” Mabel was beckoning Waddles over, not wanting him too close to Dr. Gordon.
Agent Young put his coffee down on the table and looked directly at Dipper, telling him, “Smart kid, making sure you know who you’re dealing with. We’re not government if that’s what you’re wondering. We’re from an independent organization that tracks, studies, and contains anomalies. Your uncle, or, I suppose, uncles, have been on our radar for a long long time. And that incident you stopped, well, you wouldn’t expect that kind of work from civilians, let alone children. Minimal casualties, clean termination. Our question is how two preteens and a couple of madmen did that.”
Mabel spoke up, asking, “How do we know you’re not gonna take us to jail after this?”
Dr. Gordon told the kids, “You have our word. Also, Agent Young can give you his handcuffs.”
“What?”
“Just go with it, Young.”
Agent Young hesitated, but he handed his cuffs over to Mabel, who held onto them as if her life depended on it. “Ok, so, Bill possessed Blendin and told me he could make a time bubble to make summer last longer because me and Dipper had a fight and I didn’t wanna grow up so I gave him a weird globe thing that turned out to be a space rift so Dipper and our friends Wendy and Soos had to get me out of a prison Bill put me in and I realized growing up wouldn’t be so bad so we went back to the shack and met up with Grunkle Stan and some of our other friends and made the shack into a big mecha and went to attack Bill and save Great Uncle Ford though that didn’t stop him we got into his pyramid anyways and managed to distract him and Grunkle Stan and Ford came up with the idea to switch places cause they’re identical twins and Bill wouldn’t be able to tell the difference and once Bill went into Grunkle Stan’s mind Great Uncle Ford wiped his mind and that killed Bill and we had to fix Grunkle Stan’s memories and now they’re on a boat but we don’t know where!”
The agent and the scientist both blinked, Mabel finally taking a breath and still gripping those handcuffs with all the strength in her little hands. Agent Young looked to Dipper and asked, “Mind filling in the gaps, son?”
Dipper considered lying, he considered refusing to elaborate. He really did. But something told him they’d just find out. They found out where his family lived, they had known about Stan and Ford. How did he know that they wouldn’t just already know about what had happened? So, he told the truth, about Bill, Blendin, everything. He watched them nod along and his parents cringe at the messier details. He knew that they thought it was all imagination on Mabel’s end. He’d hoped it would stay like that.
Dr. Gordon had been writing this down the whole time and when Dipper was done, he closed his notebook. “That should finish up the incident report. Now, onto business. The big reason we’re here is that you managed to take down the threat. We had operatives in Gravity Falls at the time, and yet, you fixed it. And, as Young said, there weren’t any civilian casualties, aside from your uncle’s memories. However, your uncles are still responsible for all this. In normal circumstances, we’d be interrogating you for their location. However, seeing as they’ve left the site and are a minimal threat, we want to make you an offer.”
“When you kids are older, we want you to be a part of our foundation. We could use people like you on the payroll. And in exchange for your cooperation, we’d be willing to let your uncles go. We’d be willing to pay for your education on top of that, as long as it’s relevant to the foundation.”
Dipper squinted. They were offering… a job? To teenagers? “What’s the catch?”
“Smart kid. The catch is that once you take this offer, there’s no turning back. If you reject the offer or leave, we’ll have to arrest your uncles if we encounter them. We’d wipe your memory of not just us, but that whole summer. You would be completely safe, but it’ll be as if the summer never happened. And as if you never met your uncles. So, the choice is yours.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re telling me that my kids, who are thirteen, mind you, have to join your weird organization, or else you’re going to arrest our uncles? Do you know how insane that sounds? What makes you think you can blackmail them, anyway?” Dipper’s blood ran cold at that moment. He’d never heard his father swear like that before.
And then Mrs. Pines chimed in. “Alex is absolutely right, you’re not doing this to our kids! And we’re not just going to let you arrest my husband’s uncles either! He JUST got his uncle Ford back! Honestly, we should just call the police on you. I don’t care if you supposedly have authority, y-.” And then their parents went down, hitting the carpeted floor as the twins yelled out in horror, Waddles squealed. Agent Young was holding a gun.
“Relax, they’re not dead, they were hit with a sedative and amnestic. They’ll wake up and won’t remember a thing about us coming to your home.” And indeed. Their parents were still breathing. Instead of bullet holes, there were small darts. Only noticeable now that it was pointed out.
“W-why would you knock them out and make them forget?” Dipper’s voice cracked as he said it. Dr. Gordon pushed his glasses up, trying to lure Waddles out from his hiding spot under the couch.
“Simple, this isn’t their decision, it’s yours. You’re only thirteen, that much is true, but you’re also already thirteen. A lot of kids don’t get to live that long because of anomalies, like the ones you stopped. Some get to your age and end up suffering in ways you could never conceive of. Imagine what you can do when you’re eighteen, twenty-five, or thirty. The kids just like you who you’d save. Not to mention the huge favor you would be doing for your uncles. Wouldn’t it be nice to do them a favor? To save them the way they saved you?”
Mabel and Dipper looked at each other. These guys had a point. They couldn’t just let their uncles get arrested. And they certainly didn’t want to forget the summer. But, this was also a shadowy organization. Dipper knew that they were thinking the same thing. “Can we think on it a little bit? Before we make the decision?”
“Not overnight,” Young said, knowing exactly what they were thinking. “Your parents will wake up within the hour, so you have a little less than that to decide.”
To that, the twins got up from the couch, heading up to their room. Waddles came out from under the couch to follow them, though it was a tight squeeze for him. When they got to their room, Dipper set out to look for anything that looked bugged, and Mabel turned her stuffed animals away. “I don’t trust them, Dipper.”
“Yeah, neither do I! Mabel, they knocked out Mom and Dad! Honestly, how do we even know that they haven’t been poisoned?” He made sure the window was closed and checked the charge on his phone.
“Because they’d either have to kidnap us or deal with CPS?” Waddles had climbed up onto Mabel’s bed after she sat on it and she was scratching his ears.
“That’s a good point.” Dipper started to pace then, thinking over their options. “Obviously, we’re not gonna let them arrest Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford. But we can’t just do what they want! They’re weirdos!”
“Total weirdos.” "
But at the same time, that was the best summer of our lives! We can’t just forget that!” Mabel nodded along, watching Dipper pace ever more fretfully. “It’s like it’s a trap! Work for someplace we don’t even know about or let them ruin our lives!”
Mabel wasn’t sitting idly by as she pet Waddles, of course. As she watched the pig wiggle happily, she was having her own thoughts on the matter. Dipper’s verbalizations laying it out for her. “Maybe we can ask them to do stuff for us? Make sure they’re not evil?”
“You mean we should negotiate?” Dipper stopped his pacing and looked over at her. “
Yeah!” She slipped off her bed and headed to her drawer, pulling out some pink, strawberry-scented, lined paper and two gel pens. “We can tell them stuff we won’t do if we join them!”
“Of course! Mabel, you’re a genius!” He took a gel pen and a sheet of paper before he lay belly down on the floor. Mabel joined him, and they came up with negotiation points together.
It took 20 minutes total to think of everything they needed, and when they came downstairs, Agent Young had placed Mr. and Mrs. Pines on the couch and was currently trying to maneuver them. Probably trying to make it look like they had fallen asleep after a long day of coding and repairs. He was the one to notice that they each held a paper in their hands. “I suppose our terms weren’t enough for you?”
Dipper nodded, telling him, “We have a list of assurances, demands, that sort of thing. Just to make sure that we’re not gonna get black bagged and murdered by some weird agents. For all we know, your organization isn’t even real.”
Agent Young raised an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in a position to make demands kid.”
“You’re the one who said we were valuable,” Dipper retorted. “And that means you want us working for you when we grow up more than you want to arrest our uncles.”
“He’s got you there,” Dr. Gordon pointed out. He was still sitting around. Not wanting to help his colleague with the heavy lifting. “Lay it on us kids.”
“First of all, we want to know exactly what you guys do and who you work for. We don’t even know who you are. For all we know, this is a trap from those government agents getting their memories back.” He passes his paper to Agent Young.
“And we want a promise that if we say no, you won’t get rid of our memories of our grunkles or the summer. We know you can get rid of only some memories. You can’t take the best summer of our lives, and it’s not like EVERYTHING that summer was weird,” Mabel added as she passed her own list of demands to Dr. Gordon. Their grunkles would at least appreciate knowing someone remembered them, especially after all that time they were ignored.
As the agent and the doctor looked over the negotiation points, they both knew the kids had a point. Dipper could see it in their faces. Agent Young told them, “We’re from the SCP foundation. It stands for Secure, Contain, Protect. We track down anomalies and capture them, keeping them from harming the populace. We work with governments but not for any government. We are beholden to no law enforcement agency. Essentially, we’re humanity’s best defense against the supernatural.” Dipper and Mabel listened to that explanation and it did not calm them down. Some weird secret foundation? A bad time all around. But they were smart kids. They kept quiet during the explanation.
“Alright then, let’s get down to business then, you’ll find our negotiation points are very clear.”
Both agent and Dr. looked at the lists properly and made the same face of confusion. “The right to maintain a supernatural Youtube channel?”
“No uniforms?”
“What kind of demands are these?”
“Simple ones. You guys are obviously a secret organization. You’re going to want to control our free time to make sure we don’t spill everything. I want assurance that you won’t shut me down if I do ghost hunting in my free time.”
“And I don’t wanna wear a uniform! I’ve never worn one before and I’m not gonna start just cause I’m working for a secret monster jail!” Gordon and Young thought for a moment.
“You can have your YouTube, but it’s gotta be fake or just things that the Foundation would never bother with.”
“The best I can do is to let you be able to customize your armor if you join the Mobile Task Force. Stickers, decals, that sort of thing.”
“And our summer?” Dipper crossed his arms.
“You’d really let your great uncles get arrested after making all these demands?”
“No, we just want to know that you won’t make us forget our own family if it turns out you're, like, super evil or something.”
The agent and the doctor looked at each other, clearly thinking the same thing as they looked back at the twins. “We can do this. The terms just need to be looked at by higher-ups.”
The twins nodded, those conditions were amenable. And after going over the rest of the negotiation points, it was settled.
“We’ll see you again in five years. Your parents will wake up and won’t remember a thing about us. I expect that you’ll want to tell your uncles, but I recommend that you avoid doing that. We don’t want those two on us.” And with that, both agent and doctor left, and the fates of the two children had been sealed. Because that’s what they had been, children.
Did they save the world? Sure they had, and now they had done it multiple times. But who makes two kids join an organization like this? Who threatens two kids into compliance like this? And then, there was a knock at the door.
“Dr. Pines, come back. The test next test is about to start.”
Mason groaned, and he grabbed a paper towel to dry his face. “Right, right.” And then, he left the bathroom. “Has the D-class been given 2107 yet?”
“Yes, he’s been given the variant.”
“Alright, let’s go then.” Just what he needed, to watch a man be haunted by category-10 ghosts that came from a can.
As he walked into the testing room and picked up his clipboard, Mason couldn’t help but sigh, his supervisor telling him, “Don’t be like that Pines, you’ve dealt with ghosts before.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he approached the two-way glass, watching as the D-class just sort of sat there. The diet ghost hasn’t set in yet it seemed. He wondered what took so long to test this new variant though. A “classic” flavor was bound to be stronger based on non-anomalous soda trends.
And then, it started, the guy got up and started looking around in confusion. Another scientist stated out loud for the recording, “15 minutes in, the subject has started to experience auditory hallucinations.”
The poor guy started to pace around, getting up from his chair and pacing, telling the ghost that was haunting him, “Shut up! Shut up!”
“The subject has started to show signs of distress, pacing, trying to make the voices stop.” Mason wondered where this D-class had come from. Was he a murderer? A political prisoner? He wrote down that the guy was getting scared.
And then, the real effects started to set in. The nearby video feed started to go out and the recording was starting to break, they were reliant on the two-way mirror now. “Electronics are now going out. The ghost is now affecting the subject’s surroundings.”
Did they really have to go to 270ml so fast? They had barely gotten the last guy out of the room by the time they got this guy in. And then, it started. The walls started to drip something before the flow got stronger and stronger. It was red. The guy screamed.
“The testing area has started to release a red liquid, tests will be run after the procedure is finished.”
Mason wrote down that the walls were bleeding. There was no way that wasn’t blood. This wasn’t a horror movie; that wasn’t red corn syrup. It certainly didn’t help that despite the lack of a microphone and the soundproofing, he could now hear the ghosts chanting, “Murderer, murderer, murderer!” He wrote that down. “The subject is now bleeding! I repeat the subject is now bleeding!”
From his eyes specifically, the man screamed in pain before he started to cough up blood as well. Guards began to move towards the door, knowing what was about to happen. Mason headed toward the drawer and got the ipecac. "Doctor Pines, what are you doing?"
The room was starting to look like The Shining. Blood was all over the floor from all walls. He strode right in with the agents, almost slipping on the floor as he went up to the D-class. “Come on, man, you’ve gotta take this.” He uncapped the syrup and tried to offer it to the D-class. But it was no use, as Mason tried to pour the liquid into the D-class's mouth, he just coughed up more blood, some even got on his face. There was no way they would be able to get the diet ghost out of his system. All they could do was watch, the agents taking out their mirrors in case they needed to catch the ghosts. But they found that when the D-class stopped coughing and his eyes stopped dripping, the walls stopped bleeding; the chant of “murderer,” stopped.
“The subject has expired, cause of death, blood loss. Take the day everyone.” Mason just knelt there for a bit before getting up, the body being dragged away. And to think he was having a bad day before this. He tried to wipe his face but just found that he smeared more blood on himself. Great.
He heard footsteps from behind as he got up, and heard his supervisor’s voice “Dr. Pines, you need to report to decontamination. D-57351 was due for his monthly blood test.” On top of the ghostly blood.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll go do that. Just give me a minute.” He turned to look at his supervisor. A short woman in her 50’s. Despite her height, she always had an air of intimidation to her.
“There was nothing you could have done. You know that right?”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just a lot. Didn’t expect to see a guy bleed out through his eyes and mouth.”
“Yes, well, you heard the ghosts. He wasn’t exactly a good person, don’t beat yourself over it.” She patted his shoulder, and he had to resist the urge to not let her touch him. At least he could go ahead and get clean before going home. Just as he was about to clock out though, there was a call over the Speakers. “Dr. Pines, report to Dr. Casper’s office. I repeat, report to Dr. Casper’s office.” He groaned and headed straight to there anyways.
Dr. Casper was a no-nonsense kind of woman, despite being head of spectral anomalies with a name like hers. Mason sometimes wondered if she got into ghosts because of her name or if it was a coincidence. She stopped her writing when he came in, her Newton’s cradle going clack clack clack on her desk. “Ah, Dr. Pines, you made it. Please, sit.” She gestured to one of the chairs.
As Mason sat down, he asked, “Is this about the incident with the test? I just followed the procedure. I thought he’d be able to drink the syrup, honest.” It wasn’t his fault the poor guy choked so much. “He would have expelled the diet ghost if it wasn’t for the choking-”
She raises her hand, telling him, “You’re not in trouble for that. We may not be short of D-class, but that’s no way for anyone to go. You did what procedure says you should and just couldn’t get it to work, that’s all. No, you’re here because I have an assignment for you.”
“An assignment?”
Dr. Casper nodded, telling him, “Yes. You see, I think you would benefit from some fieldwork. In the five years you’ve worked at the foundation, you’ve shown exceptional professionalism and excellent results. And in the two years you’ve worked in my department, you’ve been extremely diligent, handling ghosts about as well as people who’ve worked here for fifteen years. However, I don’t think you’re a good fit for lab work or this department.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not demoting you. Goodness no. I want you out there in the field. And I want you to focus on living anomalies. I’ve seen you run around in those videos you make, and your first incident report shows you have the quick thinking and the instincts to do more than work in just one area. Especially with your doctorate credentials.”
“Right, so, you’re saying I need to get out there and actually look for anomalies. ”
“Not exactly,” she folded her hands on top of her desk. “Look, I’ve read your contract, I know you’re not going to leave any time soon. But I want you to succeed, not just be held hostage like a D-class. As I said, you’ve already been approved.” She reached into her files and pulled out some forms. “All you need to do is agree.”
Mason looked them over, reading very carefully. You didn’t survive long in this industry without knowing exactly what you were getting into. His eyes widened once he realized what site he was sent to. Because it wasn’t just any site, it was an entire SCP. Codename: Weirdest Town In America. “You’re sending me to Gravity Falls?”
“I’m not. I’m guessing the director thought you’d do best there.” Mason thought he was being pranked at this point. This was too good to be true. But there it was. Dr. Casper’s signature was right on the line, and Dr. Bright’s signature was right on the line that said: “Director’s signature here.” And the handwriting indicating his transfer to Gravity Falls sure wasn’t in Dr. Casper’s.
“So I just sign here right?” Dr. Casper nodded and Dipper did not hesitate to sign his name. Dr. Mason Pines, Ph.D. in anomalies. He was going home.
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟏 // 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐊𝐈𝐃
THE LUX FILES BIO:
Casey got used to labels. The power was in taking all those whispers and staking claim to them so hard that they became weaponised against anyone who dared to speak ill of him. He wore them like armour even after high school— with a tighter grip — when every thought of stability slipped away. Yet, Lux had a way of seeing past it... or maybe she just had the patience to sit down with him long enough to suss him out. She saw the good parts; uncovered the hopes and dreams that he’d never speak aloud to anyone else. She believed that with the band he could actually do something with his life and for that she earnt his trust.
He hadn’t been there the night she died, but it still doesn’t stop him from replaying what might have happened. After that, he made a promise to himself that whilst he’d failed to look out for Lux while she was alive, that he’d keep a more watchful eye out for the rest of the gang. It wouldn’t happen again. Whether it was that, recklessness, or an act of bravery that made him tackle Ethan Powers at the CherryPlex - well, jury’s still out! Still, he feels like he’s righted the wrong to Lux and he’s been planning to get a tattoo on the site of the scar on his abdomen in her memory.
But, since finding out her death wasn’t a suicide, he can’t help but feel a little on edge. Lux’s involvement in the LDB demonstrated to him that she knew things. Powerful people. He can’t help but worry that she may have got in a little too over her head… he may not know why someone would want to kill Lux, but he has his suspicions as to who might have done it.
CASEY’S SECRET:
It’s no secret that Casey went a little off the rails after high school. He forewent college altogether, gave in to his impulsive thoughts and he relented - if he was going to be a stain on Cherry? He’d pull himself apart at the seams before he gave the opportunity to someone else to do it for him. So, he focused on the one important thing he could still make sure turned out alright - his little brother. And it went a little something like: down more than a couple shots of tequila one night and make a list. Number one being ‘get out of Cherry at all costs’. But like all ill-concocted plans — he wanted a quick solution to the problem and that came in the form of a loan taken out with a shady backstreet lender.
Eventually, the demand letters came and they included interest. So, he went to the only person he felt could help at all, Harvard Hargrove II, looking for work. And sure enough, the offer of work at the Boardwalk helped for a while! ... Until a letter arrived at the door declaring that the demands had grown even higher (and with a threat of physical punishment if they remained unpaid). So, he naturally went back to Hargrove and was offered a second job that was far more lucrative.
The debt has loomed above his head ever since; while he’s had a break from being threatened by the Candy Girl, he has not had one from his lender. Even now, helping Ronnie out more at The Pit alongside his full-time job at the Boardwalk - it wouldn’t be quite enough to make ends meet without taking the extra work from Hargrove. He knows he needs the stability that being under Hargrove’s thumb provides, whether he likes it or not. Which also means he has to rely on Hargrove and whatever he might have planned for him next. But he’s proved to this point that he can handle himself — can’t he?
CASEY’S CONNECTIONS:
The Mannequin. Undying loyalty has a name — and it’s Audrina Archer! For as long as he can remember, Audrina’s felt like a safe space to land. A home when returning to the Russell house didn’t seem like an option in high school. There wasn’t a secret in the world that he felt like he couldn’t share with her and it’s hard to let go of that residual love. Of what it was like to feel wanted and more importantly, be wanted. It’s why he’d still do anything for her. But between her new relationship ... the ongoing secret of he and Zahra... and the other strains on their bond, it’s probably only a matter of time before the secrets they keep from each other impact them in some way.
The Golden Boy. He’d like to say their relationship only became strained as a result of the affair, but it’s more than that. Being friends was just easier when they were kids. When their differences were what made their friendship beautiful rather than what would come to put so much pressure on it. But as they got older, it became hard not to envy Harvey’s life. Whether it was Harvey having his dad around, his car, or eventually how he could have the approval of Audrina’s family and fit in with her life. As a result, Casey became overly competitive in trying to prove that he was worth just as much as him until the entire situation practically imploded. Still ... even with all the hurt caused, he can’t help but be nostalgic for the good times. A factor that contributes to their tentative peace in the wake of what would have happened if they’d lost him to the Phantom.
The Writer. For as long as he can remember, it’s always seemed like his first instinct has been to protect Noah. From what happened at home, to making sure he was included in anything where his friends were concerned, there’s a deep bond of trust and Casey would confidently call Noah his best friend. Sure, things may have become strained over the past year, but ever since they had a heart to heart in The Pit, Casey’s been determined to put things right and remedy the broken trust. They’re teammates first and foremost - and yet he still finds himself holding back from revealing everything when it comes to his real career.
The Bitch. It was a drunken one night stand after a party on a return trip of Zahra’s from Harvard. Or it was supposed to be anyway... until it became a recurring thing. Just like it became a recurring thing to look forward to when she came home from school and mentally mark off his calendar for the day she was due back in Cherry. Any blossoming feelings have only heightened since she’s moved back to Cherry and started at CCU - as much as he’s told himself they’re definitely a bad idea for many different reasons. But he can’t fight against the fact that, after Noah, she’s always one of the first people he’s checked in with whenever anything has gone south over the past year... and he genuinely just likes spending time with her. In truth, it’s a little hard not fall in love with her.
The Classic. What’s a little extra fuel to the Harvey fire? It’s probably a little thoughtless to be sneaking around with Harvey’s friend behind his back, but Casey can’t help but feel nostalgic for the days when it was just the three of them hanging out. The difference now is that Libby and he have exchanged floodlit parking lots for the cover of diners on the outskirts of town or The Pit rooftop by nightfall. But it feels nice - to talk to someone about how weird everything has been and, okay, sometimes get blackout drunk while doing so. When everything else is so high pressure, it’s the little moments like those that mean the most.
The Band. Damn them! For worming their ways into his heart when really he just wanted to work under the guise of the groupies! While things with Mystic Cherry as an actual band have been a work in progress over the past year, Casey’s connection with both Frankie and Mac has only grown stronger. Whether it’s been experiencing Mac write his first song since his writer’s block or late night deep talks with Frankie, he knows when they make it big one day - there are no two people in the world that he’d rather experience it with.
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I’m starting a new au called World Rocker and ofc it’s about Dream but this time with Captain Sparklez and I have so much lore because I’ve been thinking about this Au for AGES.
So the whole basic thing about this Au that it starts with The Academy of Admins where ridiculously smart and wealthy young kids join to learn and become Admins to help serve Notch since Minecraft, a complete multiverse surrounding the first ever world created with the capitol known as Orion which is where the Academy is located, is constantly growing. It’s hard to get in and a lot of the time parents pay for their kids to be in the academy. The Academy is a whole section in itself so I’ll talk about that later.
Dream starts out human and enters the arena where the first test is taken place at around 12-13 years old. This is insanely early as most students that enter the testing grounds are around 17-18. So college level. It takes around 8 years to graduate so the students can fully mature before going out into the world. King Sparklez catches sight of such a small and going little kid, he couldn’t make out if Dream was a girl or a boy because he was just starting to transition with what he had on hand, and requested Dreams file. Astonished with how much the kid had already accomplished.
He noted that Dream came from a very dirty and poor city in one of the lesser known back water planets. The same planet and town he, Sky, and the majority of Team Crafted and a lot of other Original Players had come from. Immediately sensing great and high potential in the child as Dream graduated the top of his highschool with straight A’s, even though from the notes from his teachers it seemed like they were purposely holding him back as much as they could. Seto is amused and curious because Sparklez had never reacted like this to a potential student and even the sorcerer couldn’t deny that something was off with Dream.
Notch refused to let Dream pass the exams and tests without actually taking them and demanding Sparklez take his excitement down a peg. He was actually scared by the glint in his Nephews eyes and it only increased as Dream came out in the top 20 during the first part of the written exam. He struggled a lot during the physical tests since everyone around him purposely pushed him, blocked his way, or straight up openly sabotaged the young blond. Unknowing that Death, Notch, Sparklez, and Seto were watching the whole thing.
There’s no real rules during the physical exam as they want to see everyone at their best and worst and so that’s also why infinite lives was coded into the arena incase something bad happened. Luckily no one died but quite a few ended up with scraped skin and even broken bones. Of course they were healed before everyone was sent to their scheduled rooms. During this time the four talked about every candidate that passed the written part of the exams, about 40% so around 2,000 young adults and Dream, and Sparklez didn’t even try and hide the fact that he personally wanted to take Dream under his wings. Something in the kid had seriously drawn the Mob King to him and Sparklez isn’t one to let things like this slip through his hands.
Notch had actually wanted to veto Dream completely, even though he completed the course on time and kept up with the much older and experienced contenders despite being three times smaller and seven times weaker, but Death was interested in him as well. Allowing Sparklez the possibility to teach Dream on one condition; he has to teach a full class of students. Sparklez obviously objected to this, stating that having more kids to pay attention to will be detrimental to Dream because he might not reach is full potential if Sparklez’s attention is split between thirty or so students.
Death actually conceded to the point but raised one about Dream not being around kids his age and growing up mentally stable. They don’t want another repeat with several of the Original Players, this is when Notch excused himself as Aphmau was his daughter and had been extremely toxic before she was ultimately killed by her own friend Kaitlyn since she got to power hungry like Sky did, so Death and Sparklez settled down on having around 6 students plus Dream. She already has a few possible students in mind.
This is where Dream meets his classmates! But I’ll explain them in another post ;)
#HI YES I KNOW#I rarely post my own au’s on thsi account#world rocker#Dream#captainsparklez#notch#setosorcerer#death
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So, I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up staying up all night. Honestly, my sleep schedule has not been good for more than a few days at a time since my egg cracked.
I was getting ready to read and go to bed on time, when suddenly I remembered that I’d been meaning to look up how to cover stubble with makeup since my last few attempts to wing it were unsuccessful. So I looked it up, and that made me want to try it.
So then I didn’t and it looked great, but then I didn’t want to just put it on and take it right off, so I decided to go upstairs and play a game. I’ve always recorded my playthroughs of games with the intention of maybe releasing it and never do, so I started using this as an excuse for voice feminization practice, just getting used to speaking at length in that voice.
I played for an hour and a half and decided to head downstairs to bed. But then I was thinking about things some more and I decided I wanted to record a video for posterity’s sake, going over everything so far and where I was at in terms of understanding my identity and what future steps I wanted to take to affirm it and when.
This is ended up being a much longer task than I thought, and there were so many things I wanted to vent about that suddenly my phone died at 4 AM. But I wanted to wrap up the video and say a couple more things I was planning on getting to, so after my phone was back on, I wrapped it up, which ended up taking me until just after 5.
Then I needed to move to videos off my phone to the location I’m storing all of my trans progress photos and stuff while I’m in the closet, but normally I move photos, whereas this was multiple hours or 4K60 video. So now it’s 6:30 and I’m still waiting for the files to transfer so I can delete the originals and go to bed, but I’m now on the fence whether it is better to go to sleep and sleep all day, or given that I’m off from work today, just be tired and feel bad all day and get on a better sleep schedule tomorrow.
Downside is I’m not able to stay up and feel mostly fine anymore like I did in college, so it will be a rough day with very poor focus, jitteriness, and possibly heartburn. The upside is that I will start the day in girl mode and it might be my first day fully in girl mode depending on whether I have to go outside at all.
Also I’m toying with the idea of my newname being either Alice or Lily. I was on the fence about changing it at all because my original name is allegedly gender neutral, but I’ve only heard it used for men, and it was a top 10 male name in my year of birth but not a top 1,000 female name. It feels masculine to me, but I also don’t hate it or anything.
The other day I practiced signatures for several ideas I had for a newname, and the two clear frontrunners were Alice and Lily. I really like both names, and it’s hard to pick which one. I am currently leaning more towards Alice because I feel like I identify with it more, but I think Lily might be the better name in general. I like that it can be shortened to Lil in speech better than Al, and I like how swoopy and curly it would be in my signature. But Alice feels more like me.
Anyway, this is sort of just a wall of text as I unload everything and kill time waiting for my files to transfer, so I’m just not gonna tag it.
I still have time to kill, so I’ll talk about one thing that’s been on my mind, which is all the questioning and doubt that still comes up around my identity. To be clear, I experience clear dysphoria around my maleness and clear euphoria around my femaleness that makes me overall confident that I am a trans woman, but every now and then I get these impulses of doubt, where it feels like I’ve woken up from a dream, and I see the man under the makeup and the wig and I feel like, “What the **** am I doing? I need to stop this and go back to my normal life.” And then I realize that yes, I see the man’s body under this stuff, but then why does the body feel less like me than the wig and the makeup?
And then sometimes I judge my masculine (or even non-feminine) traits too harshly, like surely this one trait being more in line with men than women means I must be nonbinary, or maybe I’m just a bit more feminine of a guy. But then I remember how many cis women I know with the same trait. Not every woman is the paragon of femininity, and I don’t need to be either.
Suddenly the tiredness is overwhelming. I will need a nap at the very least. Good night? Or maybe good morning? Hopefully this is intelligible because I am way too tired to proofread this.
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@girlpsych picked was forced into 93 | spotify wrapped meme
DEAR READER — TAYLOR SWIFT / bend when you can, snap when you have to
Evan stood on the precipice of ‘ AFTER ‘ to his current self, which was the ‘ BEFORE ‘ of his life’s turning point, the one that had brought him to Hawkins in the first place. He had chased leads, chased down loose ends, down any rabbit hole or cursed path, trying to scramble, desperately digging in the soil, through dead and forgotten secrets to try and find out what had happened to her.
Dear reader, if it feels like a trap you’re already in one
He’d found HER, instead, the vision that haunted his dreams, all of his waking hours, and coloured herself into his daydreams. Gwen. Four letters was all it took to shift his world on its axis, to send his heart spiralling in a different direction entirely, to make him DREAM and WISH and LOVE again. Things he knew the old Evan had been capable of, but the one who had come to Hawkins had tucked away carefully, only to be opened under very particular circumstances.
Dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives
Fingers found her jawline, dancing their way along to her hair where they sunk themselves in. He’d never felt silk before but was certain this is what it was, luxurious and beyond his reaches, yet here was Gwen in his arms, showing Evan that he could find reasons to keep going. All he had to do was reach out for them. So he took the chance to step away from the one-track minded young man who had come to Hawkins with only one path in mind, and he let God, the universe, show him another way, lend him another source of light for his journey. Gwen was the guiding light now, and as he kissed her he let his heart open, he let the worry of pain and distraction fade away as he tasted what he’d always expected to be peach but was something closer to cherry. A surprise, as always, was Gwendolyn Blake, and Evan breathed her in as he took a moment between parted lips, the pair of them brushing against each others in a way that Evan was certain would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. He’d pick her up then, arms around her waist, and they’d find the comfort of his bed for the evening. He’d remind her that love was worth chasing, that there was nothing to be scared of — as each piece of clothing was kissed off of her.
You should find another guiding light, but I shine so bright
He stood now with her hand in his, the photograph of his sister he kept protected in his hand, trying not to show the ways his eyes prickled every time he saw it. There was no going back to the hopeful Evan, the one who thought maybe if he hid his sister’s face then someone, one day, would approach him and say ‘ I saw a girl who — ‘ and he could let the emotion flow from his eyes, freely now, knowing she was real and others had seen her, too. Without this photograph she was merely a figment of his imagination, wasn’t she ? A phantom, a curse, perhaps, proof that the Devil was real and he worked inside the mind, not through people, but through the world inside Evan’s head.
These desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling please — you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking
Gwen was who Evan had come to love, the one who stole all of his hopes away from dusty boxes in cupboards to genuine possibility, into the hope that Evan could exist outside of the world he’d built for himself. It wasn’t God that restored a sense of faith in him, it was chestnut hair and a smile that send his heart into overdrive. Evan knew that she was the comet in the sky, rare, beautiful, mesmerizing to watch and yet in the blink of an eye could disappear.
It was up to him to find the courage to change his trajectory and aim for her.
— to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there
#never take AdvIcE#why the fuck did they add autotune to that#anyways side from that the entire song is a straight up fire bop#this song really sends me on a journey#WOW HONESTLY BYE#MAINS ( girlpsych ) † i gotta talk about this with the man upstairs#girlpsych
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Can you do a writing prompt for MLB? I've seen alot MLB here and other areas. This has been bothering me quite somet time. But here is the point to the prompt: If Marinette was able to send an message to the School Board for unfit Miss Bustier who takes sides to Lila and unpromising Principal Damocles taking side to Lila as well. But mostly specific to Lila as well for her lies of disabilities. Where is the School Footage that is caught in action for Lila's accuse Marinette to get expelled?
Mrs. Durand was very proud of her work in education. She had spent years teaching and working as an administrator for schools all over France. But finally she had her dream job, Superintendent and head of the school board for several schools in Paris. She couldn't be happier with her life, her work, and the schools under her watch. That was, until she got a message from a Dupont student that changed everything.
Marinette didn't know what else to do. She was desperate. She tried talking to her friends, but they didn't believe her and now they were actively bullying and harassing her. When things got bad, she tried to go to Mrs. Bustier for help. Sure she hadn't helped when Chloe had been bullying Marinette, but things were so much worse than with Chloe now. But Mrs. Bustier did nothing at all, and even sided with Lila, now believing that her star student was nothing but a vicious bully to Lila.
When she was expelled, she tried arguing her case to Mr. Damocles but he would hear none of it and expelled her anyway. Even after she was let back into school, and it was known to Mr. Damocles that Lila was a liar, he continued to believe and side with Lila.
Now Marinette was truly desperate. The class was now trying to hurt her, since she had 'been attacking Lila first'. With her options at school clearly not working, she sent an email to the superintendent. That was her last hope. If this woman didn't believe her, Marinette wasn't sure what else she could do except leave Dupont, and maybe even Paris all together as Lila's lies continued to spread.
Mrs. Durand read the email from miss Dupain-Cheng over and over. It went into great detail about what had been happening, and Mrs. Durand was struggling to believe it. Sure, Mr. Damocles may not be the most thorough man, and Mrs. Bustier may have a more hands off approach than most, but she had never heard them accused of anything like this. But she was determined to give this accusation a fair and thorough investigation. She started with the most startling claim, that this girl had been expelled with no evidence. Simply on the word of one student with no witnesses.
There would have had to be an incident report submitted for something as serious as a student assaulting another and getting expelled. While there was a report, Mrs. Durand was surprised to find it was only a single paragraph, with no evidence and no real investigation. Mr. Damocles had simply taken this Lila's word for it. Mrs. Durand felt dread settle in her stomach, but tried to cling to the hope that there was more to this. Maybe he had looked at the cameras and just didn't include that in his report? It sounded like a lame excuse to her as she thought of it, but Mrs. Durand pulled up the archives were the footage is stored. She found the day and time the incident occurred and was mortified.
She watched as the two students in question, Lila and Marinette, approached the office, clearly still arguing. But then Lila stopped, changed direction, and walked down the stairs and started screaming. She hadn't been pushed. She had framed the whole thing. Marinette truly had been expelled without cause. Now Mrs. Durand was left to wonder, what other claims of Marinette's were true?
Mrs. Durand spent the rest of the day looking into Lila's stories, and purported ailments and her unexplained absences. There were no doctors notes on file, but several accommodations were listed for this student. But worst yet was the absences. This girl would simply vanish for weeks at a time, supposedly traveling the world with her mother, but no notes were provided by her mother. Mr. Damocles and Mrs. Bustier had simply taken her at her word. Mrs. Durand had seen enough.
She started quickly, by calling Mrs. Rossi to ask about these absences and try and sort it out. She did get her answers, but they didn't help the young Italian's case with Mrs. Durand. It was an enlightening conversation for both Mrs. Durand, and Mrs. Rossi. Mrs. Durand did go ahead and inform Lila's mother that with all this evidence against her daughter, Lila would be expelled immediately. While Mrs. Rossi was upset, she understood and wasn't upset with the school. No, her anger was directed at her daughter. She had never felt so humiliated to find out her daughter had tricked her for months.
Mrs. Durand was not done yet though. She raced to the school and pulled Mrs. Bustier into Mr. Damocles office for a long meeting. Both educators were fired. Their actions, or lack there of, had caused a lot of damage in Marinette's life and could have left the school open to a major lawsuit. They tried protesting, but the decision was already made. They were made to pack their things and were escorted off the school grounds, with subs being called in for now.
But Mrs. Durand had one final stop to make. She went to the Dupain-Cheng's bakery and asked to speak with the family for a moment. She sincerely apologized for everything Marinette had went through, and filled her parents in on the details they didn't know. She also offered to help Marinette transfer to a different school in the district, with Mrs. Durand's highest recommendation, and Marinette accepted. The transfer was quickly arranged and Marinette loved her new school a lot. When the dust settled, Mrs. Durand had been able to oust two bad educators, expel the liar that started all this, and help a very sweet girl get into a wonderful new school. Mrs. Durand loved this job.
#ml#ml fic#ml fanfic#ml salt#ml salt fic#ml salt fanfic#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fic#miraculous fanfic#miraculous salt#miraculous salt fic#miraculous salt fanfic#ml class salt#class salt#mrs bustier#bustier salt#damocles salt#mr. damocles
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tragic backstory (tm) au) after jaune's little sister leaves it's time for the vital festival, but cinder thinks she might have to change her plans with jaune arc around, the stories about the boy are... troubling, to say the least.
meanwhile neo wants to kiss that nora girl, if she knew just how much fun she could have had with writing the backstory of blondie she would have put even more crazy shit in there! oh well, better late than never!
Clashing Canon!
The city of Vale begins it's daily, or rather nightly, shift as the sun sets behind the towering skyscrapers. Children run inside for supper before going to bed, resting for another day of school. Employees of various businesses make their way from work to either home, or the local bar. Said bar owners and employees open their doors to the awaiting public, ready for the ritual of drink, pay, leave to begin.
In one of these bars, a man sips at his glass as he reads the paper. Stocks rise and fall, sports team win or lose, and politicians do what they do best; lie, cheat, and steal. He chuckled at the familiarity of the ideal. Setting down his glass, he shifts his hands to drag on his cigar, puffing smoke into the paper's most interesting story.
"Royal Line Restored?"
"Could the King of Vale's Descendants Walk Among Us?"
Roman: People will believe anything these days. All it takes is one little rumor, and people think you're the king of the world. Almost enough to make you laugh, huh, Neo?
Neo: (Filing her nails)
Roman: To be honest, I don't care if the kid actually knew my sister. I didn't know she was dead until last week, and I still don't care!
Neo: (Raises her brow)
Roman: Listen, last I heard from anyone in the Torchwick family, my old man died after pissing off the wrong card shark. What happened to my sister isn't any of my business.
Neo: (Rolls her eyes)
Roman: Exactly! But if playing along with this game gets us off scott free? Who am I to say no? Speaking of, did you get what I asked?
Neo: (Reaches under her, Materializes her scroll)
Roman: (Chuckles) Talk about "out of your ass!" (Neo pouts) Now, what have we learned about Jaune Arc?
Mercury: I heard he killed a Deathstalker with his bare hands.
Emerald: I heard it was two, and a Nevermore.
Mercury: Psh, yeah, ri-
Cinder: Enough! I've had to listen to these rumors incessantly since coming to this school. You don't honestly believe these stories, do you?
Mercury: Of course not, but it's still fun to listen to. The guy's as harmless as a corgi, but everyone is hyping him up like he's a god. It's hilarious!
Cinder: If you have time to listen to rumors, then you have time to listen to our plan.
Emerald: Another change, ma'am?
Cinder: Indeed. We'll have revise our approach. We can no longer trust the blueprints we gathered from Atlas, so the robot will have to be exposed a different way. More subtle, less obvious.
Mercury: Uh huh, and this has nothing to do with the rumors?
Cinder: I'll admit, there is merit to spreading rumors and using heresay. If we can get the population to believe she's not human we can break Atlas' trust with the public.
Mercury: And this has nothing to do with the rumor Jaune Arc is an Atlas battle android designed to protect Atlas, but went rogue and now thinks he's human?
Cinder: Of course not. Rumors hold no sway over my mind.
Mercury: I think the, "Eugenics in Robotics" book says differently.
Cinder: (Hides book, Blushing) D-Don't think! Obey!
Jaune: Ugh! Finally! (Falls into his bed) They're finally gone!
Nora: Aw, and I didn't get their number.
Jaune: Another good thing about today.
Pyrrha: Jaune, if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you tell us your sisters were coming?
Jaune: Because they didn't tell me until they were already on their way. Them landing at Beacon was the first time I spoke to them in months!
Ren: When was the last time?
Jaune: Uh, probably after they already left home. They moved to start their dreams as wedding planners and dress designers.
Pyrrha: Are they any good?
Jaune: I can't speak for Vi, since I don't know anything about her wedding planning outside her binder, but Indie is pretty good. Check out this dress she made my future wedding. (Shows off his wedding dress)
Pyrrha: (Blushing) Oh my... I'm sure your bride will be very happy to wear it for her big day.
Jaune: Bride? This is my dress.
Pyrrha: What?
Jaune: Yeah, it's weird, I know, but it kind of grew on me the more I thought about it, y'know? (Gets up) I gotta go to the bathroom. (Steps in, Shuts the door)
Ren: So, what's the story now, Nora?
Nora: Hush, Ren! I'm instigating...
Ren: Investigating?
Nora: That, too! Mm... Gah! I've got nothing! I can't figure out why Jaune would wear a wedding dress!
Pyrrha: It's fine, Nora. I'm certain it could be worn beautifully, even by Jaune.
Blake: (In the ceiling) It's a bit bland for a wedding dress.
Nora: GAH! CEILING CAT! Also, hi, Blake!
Blake: He says it's his wedding dress, but is that the whole truth?
Nora: Huh?
Blake: (Drops down) The Luna Tribe was notorious for many things, including their simple, yet beautiful dresses. Perhaps Jaune is nostalgic of them, and asked his sister to recreate them.
Pyrrha: The tribe that enslaved him? But why wear something from such a dark time in his life?
Blake: Do you see that band around the waist? Only the elite of the tribe was permitted to wear this.
Ren: It's spite.
Pyrrha: It's brave!
Nora: IT'S PERFECT!
Jaune: What is? Oh, hey, Blake! When did you-? (Knock, Knock, Knock) I'll get it!
Neo: (Door opens, Waves in her disguise)
Jaune: Oh, it's you!
Neo: (Flutters her eyes)
Jaune: No, I didn't forget! I just lost track of time. (Turns to his team) I'll be back, guys. Mint wanted me to show her around. I'll meet you guys at dinner. (Steps out)
Blake: Well, this plot seems to be getting more and more interesting...
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Be mine — Roman Godfrey
Requests: “Helloo, I would like to request an imagine of roman Godfrey with smut prompt 28”
“Hii, omg I lover your work!! Can you do fluff prompts 45 and 59 and smut prompts 32 whit Roman Godfrey? Thank you, love💖”
Fluff prompts:
45. “where have you been all my life?”
59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Smut prompts:
28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
32. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”
A/N: I was excited about these request for Roman, I loved it. I hope you guys like.
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
Couple: Roman Godfrey/ Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Swearing, explicit smut, NSFW, degradation, dirty talk and also fluff too.
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The big white and airy room tried to show a soothing and safe energy, the light tones contrasted with the golden rays of the sun outside and could even try to show a lyrical vibe. Could, if not for everything else.
It was hard to pinpoint the source that messed up that whole idea of peace that the colors on the walls had, but maybe it was because Godfrey Industries was... oblique, mysterious, sinister. There was something in the air, a dark breeze that echoed all the floors of that gigantic building, bringing the feeling that something was out of place. It was, at times, disconcerting. Like looking at a perfect painting but knowing that something is out of place. Or to witness the seconds of frightening calm before a major disaster. But as the months went by, you had to get used to it and adapt to it. Your daydreams wandered far away. You wondered what you were doing there, in that country town that also had that sinister energy.
Why you left Los Angles? Okay, did you know why. After finishing college, you sent out resumes to as many companies as you could. Its from that time when you realize that adult life has knocked on the door and that the cost of living in California was too high. The plan, when you left home to pursue your dream and go to college in another state, was to get a job as soon as possible. But some things got out of your control, and when you realized it, you had graduated and you didn't have enough money to come up with second plans.
So, when the multinational Godfrey Industries called you after an interview and gave you the job, you didn't hesitate. The salary was too good for a international negotiations assistant, and after a while you could breathe easier, and be able to straighten out your financial life and have a better resume to be able to get back to a big city.
It was a good plan, a rational plan. You were proud of that. But it was logical that too much confidence was accompanied by some ruin.
And its ruin came under the name of Roman Godfrey.
Roman was swallowed all the air in any the room when he entered, as if its imposing presence subdued any environment. Everything about him exuded the same objective: to conquer, to possess, to win. He was the Trojan army. But the worst and the most dangerous was not his difficult personality, but how you felt close to him. How his presence caused side effects on you.
He was absolutely gorgeous. It should be considered illegal for someone to have that appearance, that voice, that sinisterly penetrating look. You felt that Roman Godfrey had the aura of intense and exciting music, like the song of danger.
He was the personification of sin, and you were being tested by the universe.
The trinity of what could be a gigantic disaster was completed when, a few months ago, Roman started testing you, joining the universe in what appeared to be a plan to slaughter your sanity.
It was your first meeting with the Company a few weeks after you was hired. Adam, the director of the international negotiations sector, for whom you are an assistant, asked you to bring all the documents of the process and remain in the meeting. It was about an international multi who wanted to buy some equipment from Godfrey Industries, but who were working hard to try to close deals at a lower price.
As you handed a copy of the negotiation to each sector director in that room, you felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck the whole time, like your shadow. The caustic sensation ruffled all the hair on the back of your neck, snaking from head to toe and made you search the environment behind the author.
That's when you finding him.
Roman had the green irises stuck to you like a tattoo on your skin. As if unraveling all your secrets, your sins, virtues and all your thoughts. It was intense, magnetic... dangerous.
You felt the white walls of that room were embraced by a black and dark shadow, and the air became thin. Then he smiled. A smug and arrogant little smile. The kind who won a battle.
It had been the beginning of a sequence of events. Roman began to request and make sure that you were present at all meetings, negotiations, cases, even when your presence added much more to your professional knowledge than to contribute to the resolution of company problems. At that time the order was still not directed at you, Adam just told you that Godfrey wanted you at meetings.
It was strange, atypical, almost surreal. You used to go into the conference room and look directly at Roman, frowning in silent questioning at him. But he never gave you an answer. He just gave that smug smile and turned his attention to the big screen in the living room.
This happened five times before Roman sent to tell you that he wanted to see you in his office.
“But why?!" You frowned at Adam.
The man looked at you for a second before shrugging.
“Your work has been impeccable, I think he just wants to give you more things to do.” Adam kept his eyes on the documents themselves.
"But you are my boss.” Sometimes you had a habit of saying what you thought without considering the consequences.
Your mother and your friends said that you had a total inability to hide what you felt, to be someone reserved or shy. You were almost always the person who said everything you felt.
Adam laughed softly, already used to your personality and turned his eyes to you.
“And he is my boss."
You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The truth was, you didn't want to find him. Roman puzzled you, messed with your system. And after those 5 meetings without explaining why you were there, you started to want to avoid his presence.
But apparently the universe was not on your side this time.
You got up and excused yourself, listening to your own heels echoing down the hall before entering the elevator and pressing the last button. Going to Godfrey's office.
Anxiety coursed through your veins like overwhelming electricity, making you sway on your heels and stir your fingers.
What did he want with you? Had you done something? Was he crazy?
You sucked in the air hard, shrugging your shoulders to relax when the door opened up. You walked for a while before stopping at Roman's office and knocking on the door with your finger.
“Come in." The voice made your heart skip a few beats.
You walked in, closing the door behind you and laying your eyes on the tall, slender figure who was sitting behind the table, dressed in black pieces and a small smile.
“Did you want to see me, Mr.Godfrey ?"
Maybe it was your imagination or your nervousness that was seeing things in between lines, but you could have sworn that Roman breathed harder after you said his last name.
You stopped in front of his desk, too agitated to sit on the chair.
“Yes, Darling.” He stood up, getting much bigger than you, even though your feet were in a 10 cm heel.
Roman fished a file on the table itself, bypassing the table and coming menacingly close to you. He stood in front of you again, his hip against the table and leaning there, holding out the file for you. You took seconds longer than you would like to pick up the papers, Roman's left leg was dangerously close to yours, the knee almost brushing your thigh covered by the black skirt.
“I need it ready by night."
That's when you came out of the trance, picking up the folder and staring at the amount of stuff there. It was a process about an agreement with a company in Asia, and it was so bureaucratic that it would take up your entire time. And you already had a million things for do.
“But...” You were about to start talking, but Roman moved away from the edge of the table, his chest hovering over yours.
You have never felt so small, so fragile and so vulnerable in your life. You had to lift your chin to face him straight.
“You are going to be a good girl and bring me this tonight.” It was not a request. “You will, right?”
Your common sense or decorum had gone somewhere. Maybe was lost in your own stupidity. The oxygen evaporated from your lungs. And before you could think of something diplomatic and good to say. Because you were not dumb. You heard yourself say:
“Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”
Fucking hell!
“Great.” He gave you a rewarding smile.
From that moment on events like this became routine. In fact, you tried to mask that you liked it, that it wasn't extremely unprofessional, that he was not only your boss, but also the owner of the entire company. Over time you learned to deal with him too, Roman was never brazen or touched you, he would drop some ‘Dear’ or ‘Pretty’ over and over here for you, but, truth be told, you didn’t get uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was your feminine vanity. You didn't want to be selfish, but having a man like Roman Godfrey praise you did wonders for your feminine vanity. You felt absurdly beautiful. He made you feel like the personification of the Female Fatal, and you liked that. So you would roll your eyes at him and give him some jokes smiles in his direction whenever these things happened.
You did not deny it, but you also do not return any praise.
Over the months you had practically become more of an assistant to Roman than to Adam. He kept you getting bogged down with things to do and telling Adam to pass on your old duties to any other goddamn person.
“They accept to close if they have had 30% of the profits.” You put your cell phone down to talk to Roman, who had his hip against the desk work and an open file in his hands.
“They must be stupid” he rolled his eyes “10% and I will still be being generous.”
You went back to your call, your eyes fixed on the top view of the city as you settled the deal.
“I can get them to close by 15% if we send the equipment by tomorrow.” You said to Roman again, plugging the cell phone microphone with your other hand “But it has to be send until the morning. Not next.”
Roman smiled broadly and satisfied, nodding his head in ‘Yes’ as you turned your attention to the city view and finished the negotiation. You were getting the details right when you felt a presence behind you, the heat radiating for your back and making you lose your breath for a second. You swallowed and tried to ignore something vibrating in your core, disconnecting the call as soon as you closed the deal.
“What would I do without you?” Roman's voice blew at the top of your ear, his ghostly touch fanning your skin.
You laughed to try to hide how much your core pulsed, turning around enough to face his completely.
"I don't know, you would have already lost four contracts.” You tried to joke, but he was absurdly close.
The scent of a man and an expensive cologne swallowed you like a wave and dragged you into the sea, drowning you. The emerald green eyes were fixed on you, as if they swallowed you.
“You could work for me.” Godfrey let go, taking another step closer to you.
Instinctively, you took a step back, your back finding the cold glass behind you and trapping you between the cold sensation and the absurd warmth of the man.
"I already work for you.” You said it as if it were obvious, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to clean up how much your uterus vibrated now.
“No, you work more with Adam.” He rolled his eyes, his hand now resting on your hip, rising to your waist like a snake “I speak of you being my assistant, being here when I arrive, spending the all days with me.”
Your heart screamed, your pussy throbbed so hard that if Roman hadn't paid attention to you, you would have bitten your lip.
“Are you flirting with me?”
"You finally noticed?"
There was no way to deny to yourself that you had already reached your share of perverted dreams with Roman Godfrey. He was like an addiction! It was unbearable how present he was always in your head, playing with your sanity, making you think of how those absurdly long fingers would fuck you so well, how those impeccable clothes hid a maddening body.
And that was exactly why you couldn't be him assistant.
If it was already overwhelmingly difficult to occasionally remain in him presence without diverting your thoughts, every day would be impossible. All the time. You would end up having to resign your job after, because any involvement between you would not result in a happy ending. Aside from being extremely unethical, it would end up destroying your heart, and God, you needed the job!
"M-Mr Godfrey." You tried to speak, touching his chest with the palm of your hand with the intention of gently pushing him away.
But the shot backfired. He was cold. Absurdly cold. Cold that makes you want to warm up, an addictive, that intoxicates you. Suddenly, you are already wondering if other parts of it would be cold too.
Would the kiss contain the beauty and temperature of the snow? When Roman entered you, would he be consumed by the heat of your needy walls? He Would it stick to you like a private sun?
“Pretty.” Godfrey sighed against your cheek, dangerously lowering his lips in your direction. “Why not stay with me? Where can I fuck you every day? ”
This time you moaned, a low moan that gave up all of your game. It lit a dangerous, vital fire in Roman's eyes, and him hand, which once touched you softly, now snaked into your waist, pulling you close.
“Do you like to hear that? That I want to fuck you until you scream?” You closed your fingers on him black dress shirt, closing your lip between your teeth to contain a groan.
Roman's mouth went to your neck, pouring wet, surprisingly hot kisses onto your skin.
"Would you like to know that I have imagined fucking you hard for a long time?” His hands went to the hem of your skirt. “That I want to tag you with my cum until you're just mine?"
“Mr.Go-Godfrey!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head go back and lean against the glass wall.
“Tell me, Pretty.” He lifted his lips to hover over yours “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
You frantically ascended your head, letting a 'Yes' leave with a low sob.
Thereafter Roman wasted no time. He pulled you onto his lap by your thighs, placing you under his desk and throwing all objects on the table with one arm. He kissed you. Furiously. He kissed you as if you were his property, as if you were the answer to all his prayers, his divinity. Your mouth opened to get air and Roman took the opportunity to invade with his tongue, hunting you.
You groaned, or he, or both.
"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is." Roman snarled against your mouth, not considering any consequences before popping all the buttons on your shirt with a two-handed tug, making you gasp.
That seemed to bring you back to Earth.
You pulled your chest away from him, and Roman looked up at you with a questioning expression.
“Ro-Roman, this is wrong.” you said.
“You have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck.” He leaned over to kiss you again, extremely excited by the sight of you in a lacy bra, but you averted your face by placing your hands on him chest.
You said. “I'm going to have to resign this job later if I do it, and I need the job.”
Romam snorted, straightening up again.
“Who says you need to resign? Did you forget that I am the owner of this crap?” He brought his lips to your neck once more, and you sighed softly “Be mine. Be mine."
“I don’t know.”
Romam held your face in his hands, in a gentle touch, which clashed absurdly with the lush fire in his eyes.
“I don't want to fuck you because you work here, but because I think you're fucking beautiful.” He said “Be mine, and if you don't want anything to do with me afterwards, that's okay, let's keep working normally.” Roman moved closer, his voice hitting your mouth “Let me fuck this hot pussy, I'm sure you'll want more later. And I will give you everything you want.”
So you gave in. You kissed him fiercely, spreading your legs wider and settling them between them, letting the skirt roll to pile on your hips and exposing lace panties. Roman reaching down to your back and removing your bra, dropping your mouth over your left breast when it was exposed.
You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, curling your fingers in his hair and sighing when Godfrey moved his fingers down the middle of your legs. You whimpered, rummaging around in his hand for some friction, needy and needy.
Roman laughed arrogantly against your breast: “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” He took a bite out of your left beak as he walked away to remove his belt.
You groaned, your eyes on fire, your body hot and needy. And that's when Roman looked at you. A hot fucking woman half naked at his table, so beautiful and perfect that it was almost a sin. He wanted to be able to record that scene forever. You were perfect. He thought you were extraordinarily perfect.
Then he rushed ferociously at you again, his hands wrapped around your hot body as he moaned on your lips: "Where have you been all my life?"
You gasped, finishing the job of his belt and pants, fighting a battle with his tongue.
“Waiting for this moment.” You provoked it with a sensual chuckle, nibbling on his lower lip.
Roman shared your sly smile, tearing at your panties and holding his own dick in your direction. You moaned louder this time, in need, lowering your hands to his hips and rolling around his waist, trying to get closer.
Roman laughed, sinking his mouth into yours and also plunging his dick into yours smooth folds.
You screamed out loud, clasping your body to his while Roman put an arm around your waist, gluing your body to his and hitting the stick at the end of the well, drawing out a loud groan from both of you. The environment was filled with moaning and pornographic sounds, the table rattling beneath you as the things that were left on top now fell completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching your nails at the back of your neck as you wrapped your legs around Roman's hips, pulling him further into you and swallowing him completely.
“Holy fuck!” He snarled, lowering his mouth to meet your neck and shoulder, closing his teeth there as he demanded more force in his movements.
Godfrey beat without mercy, without pause, conquering and proclaiming his every piece of your body as his own. You could no longer control your moans, all the sensations exploded inside you like nuclear bombs and pleasure and pain curved all your lines of reasoning. You laid your back on the table, your breasts jumping with the speed and strength of him movements, while Roman clasped his hands on your waist and set a brighter pace as he pulled you onto his dick and propelled your hips at you.
“So fuck hot slut!” He growled, never stopping the pace.
You shouted something that looked like him name, and threw your head back when the orgasm invaded your system, shaking your legs and pulling him deeper. Roman moaned loudly, squeezing your flesh so tightly that it would leave marks tomorrow, while he cum inside you, spilling all the hot liquid on your barriers.
You were sweaty and panting, but Roman didn't give you a second to breathe and process the situation until he leaned over to you, still inside your core, and kissed your right breast, dropping one:
“Dinner at my place tomorrow?”
You laughed, still very airy, and agreed, overcome by tiredness.
“Okay, Godfrey.” Roman gave you another lunge of teasing, making your laugh mix with a groan.
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—-
He was a little shit.
A beautiful, charming, irritating, little shit.
When Y/N has signed on for this team, being the medic was something she had been passionate about for years. Having her own accident and making it so she couldn’t properly play anymore, it was her mission to still be involved in the game so how. Y/N’s own injury and healing process had her become more and more interested in the profession, and here she was.
It wasn’t everything she had dreamed of, as nothing ever was, but it was good. She got to sit field-side every game, close to the action. And every injury she got first look at. She helped the guys with their stretches, their previous injuries and keeping them from Re-injuring themselves, taking care of them and making sure their physical shape was the best it could be.
In general? She was happy. But there was one man who was a thorn in her side and a pain in her crotch.
Harry Styles.
The man who decided it was his personal mission to follow her around like a puppy dog. Popping up in her singular moments of peace during game day. Texting her and asking about very, very small twists of ankles and giving her the ‘🥺 maybe you should come and look at it…’ whenever he did so.
Not to mention his complete and utter want to get into her pants.
Now it wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a few sexual jokes. Y/N was a big girl and knew 99% of the time, the guys on the team knew their limit. And Harry? Harry, in reality, was a gentleman. Never touched her inappropriately, ever. But the problem was… she kind of wanted him to.
There was no actual clause against staff members and players being together or hooking up. Nope, just frowned upon. Maybe a slap on the wrist. However Y/N knew, she knew that the moment anyone caught wind of her potential affections for any team member or acting on it? It would end with everyone thinking she slept with them to get the job.
Y/N worked long and hard. Tireless hours for make sure these men were healthy, fit, and at their best. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone for any job, and she was actually respected by this team which was something a lot of women weren’t in this field. She could not and would not throw it away for a good dicking.
Fuck, did she want to sometimes.
—-
Harry had these hands. The perfect hands, in her opinion. Big, strong with thinner fingers. Long fingers. A good sized palm, not overly veiny, just perfection in male hand scales. Luckily (or unluckily, whatever way you’d put it) she got to handle them often.
“S’sore today, doc.” He winced, sitting on the table in front of her. Harry’s wrist throbbed. It was rainy, and it was usually a wreck when it was the perfect condition. The ache was annoying, and he knew she had a solution.
Her lips pouted softly as she gently took the hand in place, thumbing over the part of the wrist where rhe injury had occurred. She had learned a while ago where to press, how to rub and get it to lessen before she wrapped it up. “Yeah… old injuries tend to never let you forget.” She sighed, pushing her glasses up into her hair.
Harry never could get over how fucking gorgeous Y/N was. From her nose to her lips, the pretty sparkle in her eye, the curve of her hip… he was obsessed. Not to mention the fact that she was so gentle with him. So kind and sweet, though he knew he got on her nerves with his teasing sometime. She could handle it and he always tried to watch to make sure he wasn’t going too far, but he couldn’t help it.
He was a silly boy with a bit fat crush.
Y/N didn’t bite for any of them. Everyone had attempted when she first came on, testing the waters. Her pretty face was welcome to all the blokes in the team, and there was something incredibly attractive about a woman who could heal. Nonetheless, she never gave in to anything.
In Harry’s case, he knew it was different. He could see her smile at some jokes, see her get the bumps on her skin when he brushed her a certain way. But she avoided the eye contact. Avoided the touches. And it drove him mad.
Of course she wouldn’t know he had actual feelings for him because he was a giant coward most of the time. He hid his affection in the dirty jokes and the teasing squeezes of her waist and teasing. He was a thick skinned man but a full rejection form her would hurt.
Her soft fingers gently massaged over the wrist, making him groan. His head tilted back and he let it out, hissing slightly when she pressed too hard. “Oooh, don’t worry sweetheart. Y’know I like it to hurt a little.” His wide smirk made her roll her eyes huffing under her breath.
Y/N was not having a great day. She had been harassed by an Ex all fucking night over her new job. Making all the damn assumptions that she was getting ‘trained by the team’ in a much more vulgar way, and she had cried half the night. To say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement, but she was trying.
Harry was not what she needed today, because it made her feel worse. Her blatant attraction to him made her feel guilty. She should be professional and leave it with. The way she had squeeze her legs tighter while he groaned didn’t help her case. The ugly words of how they’ only kept her around for a potential fuck’ was ringing in her head.
Harry though, he was a little oblivious. Her hands were so talented, and he didn’t watch her face for once as she hit a good spot again and he let out another remark.
“Jesus, that’s good. Do those magic hands work everywhere?”
That was the straw that broke her. It wasn’t his fault necessarily, he was just playing. But her eyes watered, hand yanking away as she turned from him, walking over to the bench. Trying to compose herself was hard as the tears burned so hard in her eyes, hands shaking slightly.
Harry startled, not used to that. She never flinched away like that, never ignored his remark and walked away. Usually told him to fuck off, rolled her eyes, something. But the energy in the room immediately shifted and he was uncomfortable. What had happened?
Cautiously, he cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, licking over his dry lips as he spoke again. “Uh… Y/N?”
“S’all I’m good for, right?” She muttered under her breath. Frantically wiping under her eyes she tried to focus on the paper in front of her but she could feel Harry approaching.
He furrowed his brow, not sure if he heard correctly. “Wha-“
Y/N whipped around fast, eyes teary and wet. “I said, that’s all I’m good for right? Only good for my hands and sex and all that pleasure you can get from me?” She hissed. “Only good for a romp in the sheets and a pretty face to heal your wounds and put on band aids. Only good to make you get off and feel good and then what? I’m left here with nothing.”
The tears left her, her hands shaking as she grabbed her bag. Harry felt his stomach drop. Never, ever had he wanted to make her feel like that. Her crying? That wasn’t something he ever wanted to see again. He felt like he had taken a ball to the gut, hard. Those eyes he adored being full of pain, full of tears was his own personal hell.
“Y/N… wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he tried to follow her to the door, stopping abruptly when she lifted a hand up to him. Her stomping had made him nervous. Now she was leaving without talking to him and he felt like a complete dick. It was their normal teasing, but he had crossed a line.
“Don’t. Just…. Just leave me alone. I’m going home.”
—-
As much as Harry had wanted to chase after her, he had already made her cry once. He wasn’t risking it again.
The icky, gross feeling in his stomach followed him all day. He was gutted. Not only has he apparently crossed a line with someone he respected, he had a fucking crush on her. The man was convinced no other feeling was worse than a crush being angry at him. Even if it sounded juvenile to place it like that.
Harry liked Y/N. He never ever wanted to make her upset in any capacity, let alone feeling like a sex object or violated. He prided himself on respecting women. And he had fucking failed. He needed to make it right, and fast.
-
He had found her address. In her employee file, and he knew that was bad but he needed to check on her. Regardless of what happened beforehand, she was upset by him enough to leave and go home and he wanted to make sure she was genuinely okay.
It was an overstep and Harry knew it. He had to try, though.
He arrived at her door step with a box of cupcakes and some flowers. Gently kicking the floor, he heard the door open and his heart broke a little more.
Y/N standing in front of him with swollen eyes. She had been crying, seemingly a lot. And she looked upset still. Though he expected her to close the door in his face and tell him to fuck off. But she didn’t.
Instead, she broke into tears again, throwing herself into his chest. Her arms wrapping around his waist, he nearly tumbled over but righted himself as he startled. Quickly he found himself recovering, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her. He was able to maneuver slightly and drop the cupcakes on her entry table, flowers as well before having his arms free.
“Hey…. Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her back. Rubbing it up and down, letting her cry into his tee shirt. It was worrying. Whatever happened was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to let that take away from the fact he had added and made it worse.
“I’m sorry.” Her muffled response was sobbed into his shirt. “I’m sorry for yelling… and saying you thought those things, you were playing and I…” she pulled back worth tear streaked cheeks and Harry’s look of pure concern making her lip wobble. “You didn’t do it. It was… he kept sayin’ that all the team wants is in my pants, and you make me feel guilty because you’re so…. Beautiful, and I never slept with anyone to get this job! Never. And then he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ she hiccuped, looking up at Harry as he caressed the back of her head.
“Who, lovely? Who wouldn’t leave you alone?” He asked with a calm tone. Of course he wasn’t. Someone was harassing her. And Harry would fucking take care of it. It boiled his blood to think of someone making her feel less than.
“My ex.” She sniffled again, slowly calming. Harry had that quality, she thinks. “He-He broke up with me for taking the job. Said… said that I was going to be a personal whore for all of you. And not do my job.” She took a shuddery breath. It was embarrassing admitting this to him, but he had been on the receiving end for a meltdown that wasn’t his to fix.
“Well, can I tell you something?” He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the sticky tears from her cheeks. “You arent. You’re no one’s whore. You’re a respected, talented and intelligent member of our staff. You so happen to be incredibly beautiful, which obviously makes people find you more bewitching… but I know that we all look at you as a professional talent. They may have tried their luck at the beginning but you laid down the law quickly and they all understood.” He whispered.
“Me? I was trying my luck, because you’re incredible. And I think you’re lovely. But that isn’t a conversation for now. Let’s make some tea, hm? Relax. I brought you some cupcakes. I need to properly apologize for being inappropriate to you. Regardless if it was a joke…”
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He sat next to her on her couch. The poor girl was better now, washing her face and a mug of tea in hand while Harry had helped himself to a vase and put the flowers inside. Carnations. He thought they were pretty, didn’t know the name until Y/N had fawned over them.
“I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” She said softly, her big sweatshirt swallowing her up. Before Harry could interrupt, she put a finger up. “I know that you were just playing, Harry. I let you flirt with me like that. And I enjoy it.” She could feel herself get warm in the face. “If you’ve noticed, I let you get away with it. I enjoy it. And you didn’t do anything out of line. I was sensitive… I was still raw and I hadn’t had much sleep because he had blown up my phone and regardless he was telling me things he said in person over and over again. So…” Y/N shifted in her seat and used her sweater paws to bring the drink to her lips. “When you came in… I felt guilty for finding you attractive. For liking what you said to me.”
Harry sat for a moment, quiet. So she had liked it…. And felt guilty. Now knowing the context? It made sense. For the life of him he was trying not to hold in to the fact that she enjoyed it, but he couldn’t. It made him excited.
“Okay. That makes sense. Usually.. I do a better job at reading your physical cues. Sometimes I can see something isn’t the right thing to say because you’re tense already. But I was in my own world cause you were making the pain go away and I felt good. It isn’t an excuse, though.” He gently grabbed her hand once she set down her warm tee, thumbing over the knuckles.
“I felt like such a dick. I still do. You know that? And it isn’t because I’m attracted to you. But it’s because I didn’t think about the position I’m putting you in by flirting.” He moved a little closer. “I would never try and jeopardize your job. I’ve been blinded by my own feelings for a while and I was trying to feel it out but I didn’t think to think it was because someone else or a group of people would look down at you for it.” He frowned.
It was so unfair. They wouldn’t care if he slept with her. But they’d ridicule her for sleeping with him.
“I just want to let you know now as well… I wasn’t trying to come on to you to have a hookup.” He hummed. “The feelings I’ve got are genuine. Alright? They aren’t just too get into your pants. And I never want you to feel as though that’s your only purpose. Ever. You have so much worth, and while I’m positive you don’t need me to tell you that, I want tok anyways.”
He was unreal. She really thinks so. How did a man just… be like him. He was a fan favorite and had charm but behind the scenes he was even better than anything they said.
“Yeah. I think I was afraid. Because… I’m the same, you know?” She shyly admitted. “You’re charming and I didn’t want to admit I let your charm get to me, but it has. It has very much. And I like you. I don’t know what to do about it, but I think it’s only fair I admit it myself as well when you’ve put yourself out on the line.”
Harry’s grin grew, dimples pocketing in his cheeks. She liked him back. His heart was ringing in his ears, the shy little look into her eyes making him want to explode. Fucking adorable girl making him feel such intense emotions…. It was incredible.
Thank god. He thought he was going insane.
“We don’t have to do anything in the sense of our job right now. But since we both know… would you want to explore it? I would say privately. Just get to know each other better. Talk. Hang out. Cook food together… maybe kiss.” He smirked slightly at the end, making her let out a laugh. Her laugh soothed his Damn soul.
“I think I’d like that.”
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Part II maybe? Who knows
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