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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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The Shape Of You

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, mentions of murder, weapons, basically all the good stuff that comes in a Halloween movie.

Word Count: 5.1k

Pt. 2: here Pt. 3 here Pt. 4 here Pt. 5 here Pt. 6 here

(A/N:) I actually wasn’t going to post this as I had wrote it for me and a friend but after having so much fun and it turning out better than I possibly could imagine. I changed my mind. I’ve been a Halloween fan for years now and Michael has been my favorite slasher since I was a kid. I just grew up and found my interests leaning elsewhere. I don’t know. But this is the outcome of that! XD I’m still working on my last four Halloween imagines and hopefully I’ll have them done in time but for now to all you Michael fangirls I hope you enjoy this little piece that I had a blast writing! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Halloween once again had come upon the town of Haddonfield and while other people your age were planning to go out out for partying and drinking, you found yourself wanting to just enjoy time at home, alone. Life had been hectic here lately and while you absolutely loved Halloween, the thought of going out and doing normal things didn’t seem appealing. While typing away at the computer on your desk you planned a whole evening of all the things you wanted to do while staying indoors. Favorite scary movies, popcorn, and that leftover pasta from the famous Italian restaurant down the street you ordered last night. It all sounded like heavenly bliss before your atmosphere was shattered by someone taking a seat on the top of your desk.

“So I was thinking,” your intruder started and you rolled your eyes as you realized just who barged in on your happy thoughts.

“Hi Ian,” you replied. While you tried to get along with everyone in the office Ian was the one person who would never take no for an answer. Pushy and clingy he had tried so many times to get you to go out with him, though you weren’t interested in dating at the moment and told him so.

“Hi (Y/N). How about me and you go out for some drinks and Halloween treats?”

“No thanks,” you grinned warmly but gritted your teeth behind your lips. “I already have plans and I wasn’t wanting to go out tonight.”

“What? Scared of the Boogeyman are we,” he chuckled.

“As a matter of fact,” you paused grin never wavering though your hands were shaking a little over the keys of the computer, “I am. I had bad experiences when I was a child.”

Ian’s flirtatious smile faltered into one of sympathy. Now you were fighting hard to keep from slapping him. ‘Today is not the day to get fired.’ You repeated mentally. ‘Today is not the day to get fired.’

“I’m sure I can help you make better memories to overtake those bad ones,” he reached over to pat your head unknowingly how much danger he was putting his appendage in.

“While I really appreciate you,” your bright eyes could melt steel with the glare you were giving him, “I will just have to pass. This week has really been rough and there’s things around the house I need to take care of. I’m sure Julie would be more than happy to take my place. You two go out and have a good time for me. Have a nice evening Ian.” You didn’t leave any room for arguments as you packed up your belongings, shutting down the computer, and power walked out of the building. Once outside in the crisp autumn air did you finally sigh in relief. Children rushed down the sidewalk in their costumes chasing one another with gleeful screams. You grinned, happy to know that the memory of all those years ago were finally disappearing. While others had called the man that had brought terror on the quiet town a monster, you weren’t so sure. There was always two sides and no one was truly evil without something behind their reasoning.

Dodging kids while making your way to your car in the company parking lot, you felt a chill run down your spine. Not from the wind this time but like you were being watched. Glancing at your surroundings while you fumbled with your car keys and since you weren’t paying attention, the keys tumbled from the your hand hitting the ground. You bent down to pick them back up while cursing up a storm, you contemplated just walking home. It was such a nice day and the autumn breeze was calling your name. But after the feeling of being watched and seeing the person of your ire exit the front door of the office building, you hurriedly grabbed your keys before unlocking the door, buckling quickly, and speeding out of the parking lot. Ian tried chasing you down at the entrance but you just acted like you thought he was waving goodbye to you and left him in a cloud of exhaust.

It wasn’t until you were in your driveway did you finally breathe a sigh of relief. Years ago when the murders had happened in Haddonfield, it had shaken up the whole town. You included, despite not knowing the teens at that time. You were a little older than them, but it didn’t matter it was scary to think of somebody, anybody really, losing their life in such a way. It had ruined Halloween for you, for a little while but now as the trauma was winding down you were enjoying it more and more. But that didn’t change the fact you didn’t feel like going out and you still wanted to punch Ian in the face for being an insensitive jerk. Groaning you planted your face into the steering wheel trying to calm yourself once more. Maybe tomorrow will be a good day to get fired. Who were you kidding though? You needed the job and you weren’t about to go back living with your parents who hovered over every detail of your life, especially about your dating life, or lack of one. Heaving another groan you grabbed your purse from the passenger seat and shut the car off.

The sun was beginning to set and when you opened the car door your hair was tussled by a sudden frosty gust. Children giggled and screamed as they went through the neighborhood stopping door to door trick-or-treating. You forgot your fear for one moment and just relished in other’s festivities. Unlocking the front door you kicked off your shoes before dropping the bag right by the door. You would worry about picking up later, right now your leftovers were calling and there was supposed to be a really good movie on TV this evening.

The microwave whirled as you watched the screen from the kitchen not wanting to miss one part. As soon as the microwave beeped the channel started a commercial break, now you could hurry and finish getting your dinner ready before the movie came back on. Grabbing a soda, napkin, and silverware you hurried back to your couch before setting everything down. You ate in silence focusing on what was happening between the characters on screen, but halfway through the movie you were starting to get bored. It also didn’t help that you were getting antsy from sitting at a desk all day. Then you went back to thinking about Ian and how pushy he was today, which caused your blood pressure to begin to rise. Giving up, you grabbed a light jacket and slipped on some shoes, you felt like a walk would be the perfect remedy for your sudden energy spurt. Though as soon as you slipped out of the front door the channel you were watching suddenly interrupted the movie with a breaking news bulletin.

“Haddonfield PD is urging residences to stay inside this evening as a mental patient has escaped Grove Sanitarium. The escapee is reported to be Michael Myers, the man who was behind the horrific murders that left this peaceful town in tatters at his evil deeds several years ago. Keep all doors and windows locked and for no reason should residents leave their homes. God protect us all. Stay safe and good evening.”

Once the reporter finished the TV stayed on a loop announcing the escape but it was too late you were already on the darkened streets.

You tightened your jacket closer to your body as you treaded across the sidewalk under the streetlights. You were slightly confused on where everyone was at. It wasn’t that late and it had you worried on what could have made everyone go home early. Though Halloween did fall in the middle of the week where children did have school in the morning and parents had to work. So you just chalked everything up to people needing to go home to prepare for their busy lives tomorrow. While you too had work in the morning you couldn’t bring yourself to go home just yet as you were enjoying your Halloween walk looking at all the carved pumpkins and decorations on your neighbor’s porches. You brushed hair from your eyes as you braved another chilling breeze. But the further you got from your house the more your senses were screaming for you to go back. It was just too quiet and everyone’s porch lights were off. Your breathing quickened and your body quivered uncontrollably, it was then you turned quickly and began to sprint back home.

You weren’t far from your destination when you drove face first into something solid. Hitting the concrete hard and skinning the palm of your hands you rubbed your sore nose before looking up to whatever you ran into. A form stood before you the light causing the front of his body to be covered in slithering shadows.

“E-excuse me,” you stuttered trying to rise from the ground. He stepped closer wordlessly cocking his head to the side in curiousness. Your stomach dropped in terror while your heart leapt into your throat choking you as soon as the face was revealed to you. Where features of a human should be, a mask covered his entire head with pale plastic skin, tangled fake coffee brown hair, and cold blackened depths where eyes should be. He towered over you like a mountain of muscle covered by dark blue coveralls soaked in places with darkened spots of what you were hoping was fake blood, while a kitchen knife sticky with what looked to be blood glittered dangerously in the sickly orange glow of the overhead streetlight.

“M-michael,” you stammered scrambling backwards from the fearsome presence he radiated. Taking another step menacingly while cocking his head once more, you knew for sure you were face to face with the danger you had feared for so many years. You screamed trying to get up, though your fear weakened legs refused to budge any faster than a crawl. He had you in a grip immediately tugging your body towards his. You could feel the wet spots of blood soaking into your clothes before his dirty hand went over your mouth quieting your screams. While his vise like grip refused to budge he didn’t squeeze any tighter leaving you pressed up against him. Boots thudded behind you two as you sobbed quietly into the palm of his calloused hand.

“There he is,” voices shouted and you melted in relief, though despite the terror inside there was a voice deep down inside telling you not to be so frightened. You figured the voice you were hearing was due to others coming to your rescue, but honestly you weren’t so sure at the feeling of Michael’s hands. Michael turned towards the voices still holding you before him. Police officers from different agencies stood before you both ready to take action against the man who had petrified the small town.

“Let her go Michael,” a officer spoke who you recognized to be the chief of police.

“Michael,” another man stepped forward from the shadows wearing a white coat. “You don’t want to hurt her Michael.”

You sobbed quietly, muffled by Michael’s hand still covering your mouth. Still he refused to release you despite their warnings. The chief was uttering something into the radio on his shoulder which caused your blood to freeze. “Take the shot,” he muttered and you screamed as Michael suddenly whirled around. Gunshots echoed through the pitch black night as your capturer grunted before stumbling. You looked to the officers in disbelief. They had shot at him while he was holding you. If Michael hadn’t turned suddenly, you surely would have been hit. Without a word Michael raced for his escape with you still in tow.

“Put me down,” you pleaded while being jostled around. “Please put me down.” Michael didn’t say a word continuing to run with you tightly in his grip.

He couldn’t explain why he brought you nor could he find any rhyme or reason within himself on why he was bringing you along. He didn’t escape to kidnap anybody, this was his night to take his revenge, against people who didn’t understand him and just labeled him as a horrific monster. He breathed heavily as blood poured from his wounds. Why he turned to keep you safe from the gunshots he couldn’t explain that either. All he knew at this moment he had to find some place to hide to regain his strength and staunch his bleeding. You were still being bounced around like a fruit being blended in a blender and it was beginning to make you a little sick. The feel of warm sticky blood was flowing out of Michael’s wounds into your clothes didn’t help either.

“You are going to bleed out at this rate if you don’t put me down,” you tried to get him to see reason but still he continued on. He made it into the darkened woods where your face was getting scratched up by branches and thorns alike while Michael still carried you like a suitcase, jolting you up and down. The moonlight showed the way to some extent but Michael must have better eyes than you as he navigated through all sorts of heavy brush easily. It wasn’t until a decrepit shed came into view. Wooden roof tiles circled the place, while broken shutters barely hung to shattered window frames, but it did look sturdy enough as Michael made it up to the front door where he finally dropped you and collapsed to the ground. Blood pooled from his wounds surrounding his heaving body. You looked around completely lost with no escape in sight, but as you looked down at the masked figure your heart broke. Something deep inside within him had protected you from shots that surely would have killed you. Your mother always did accuse you of having a bleeding heart no matter the person. You sighed giving into fate before grabbing one of his arms. He swiped with the knife barely missing your cheek causing you to stumble back and fall on your bottom for the second time that night.

“Easy,” you cooed like you were talking to a spooked horse. “I just want to help. I kinda owe you for taking those bullets for me.”

You couldn’t see them but you could feel his eyes piercing through you. You shivered at the weight of his stare before his head thudded back down in defeat. How you were going to get the hulking man through the door was beyond you, but nobody ever accused you of being a quitter. You grabbed his arm again, this time without him trying to cut you to pieces and drug him inside. Inside the dusty tattered furniture was way outdated and the bed was rickety but it would work. Though you knew for sure that you couldn’t get Michael up onto the bed by yourself.

“Think you could help me get you up on the bed where I can clean your wounds and get them wrapped up?”

He just stared at you again and you could of have sworn that you saw his eyebrow raise under the plastic of the mask. He grunted while sitting up, more blood pouring from the holes in his shoulder and side. You grimaced seeing the large stain, but with your help he was up and laid upon the dusty bed. You coughed trying to figure out how you could clean such wounds with a bare falling apart shack. You looked out the grimy windows spotting a hand pump well, you just hope it wasn’t dry. But water wasn’t going to keep infection away if you didn’t have any soap or medicines. Opening the cabinets there was a few rusty cans of food before you found an old box of bar soap. Opening it you found a brand new bar nestled inside though it was old and shriveled it was better than nothing. You grabbed an old chipped porcelain bowl to take to the pump. Before leaving you went back to the sprawled out Michael who’s chest was rising and falling slowly.

“I’m just going out to the well out back to get water, if it’ll work. I’m not running away I promise. I don’t even know where to go if I tried,” you assured before pausing to at least hear a grunt of acknowledgment.

Michael laid there in silence no movement, nothing. You peered closer to see his eyes closed in the depths hidden by the mask. While he was still alive and breathing he had lost consciousness. You sighed. At least he waited until he was up on the bed, but lifting him up to take the top part of his clothes off was going to be a pain. You blushed slightly wondering on what his figure could possibly look like underneath. Shaking the thought from your head, you couldn’t deny that you were still curious but appalled by your thoughts.

Easing out the back towards the pump you prayed quietly hoping it would work. A few pumps and you could hear the pipes underneath gurgle and groan before muddy water spurted out from the spout. A few more pumps and the water began to run clear. You could have leapt for joy before you remembered the situation you were in. Rinsing the bowl as best as you could you filled it up with cool clear water. Taking a sip from the spout you went back inside. Michael still laid deathly still even when the door got away from you and slammed closed. You jumped sloshing a little water on the floor. You had to take a few moments to calm your heart and breathing before stepping towards the bedside and placing your supplies on the table that stood beside the bed.

While there wasn’t any electricity you were grateful that whatever moon that shown in through the window was glowing right where you needed to work. But now you needed to find some cloth, one big enough to make cleaning rags and bandages. It was time to explore a little more, you just hoped your patient would hang on to life. Though he did seem really tough, he hauled you through the woods while bleeding profusely. A linen closet was next to the bathroom and fortunately whoever had owned this little shed left some sheets and a couple blankets. Taking one of the sheets in the middle of the stack you shook what little dust and debris stuck to the cloth. Now the hardest part, stripping your patient.

You thought for a few seconds before deciding to start with the mask, it would be the easiest part. So carefully and gently you peeled the plastic that hid the face of the man who caused so much pain off. You sucked in a breath at the sight before you. Curly cinnamon brown hair framed a sharp chin and chiseled cheek bones. A scar ran across his right eye though you couldn’t tell how deep the damage went as his eyes stayed closed in his state of unconsciousness. Could he see out of it? And how did the scar make him more attractive? You shook your head violently, he was bleeding out and here you were drooling over his face. He’s a killer a murderer. Now that you could see the cuts needing cleaned on his face it was time to see the extent of the damage under the clothes he was wearing.

“Please be wearing underwear,” you moaned. You tried leaning over to tug one side off after you had unbuttoned his coveralls, but he was too heavy and it was hard for you to reach. So the only way you could see of getting the much needed angle to undress him you clamored on top and straddled his waist. You were so thankful he was out cold, cause you were beyond embarrassed anyway without him knowing the predicament you put both of yourselves in. If he knew, you would probably beg to be stabbed to end your misery. While you held his bare chest to your body you stripped him down, thankfully your prayers were once again answered as Michael was wearing underwear. But his body was so beat up and wounded you didn’t know where to even begin. The bullet wounds were definitely needing the most work so you tackled them first. Luckily for him the bullets had gone straight clean through. The officers must have been using round nose bullets and they left little damage compared to other types of bullets. Michael also got away with no broken bones from said bullets. So all they needed was for you to stop the bleeding and clean them profusely. Despite the holes in his shoulder and waist you found no more gunshot wounds.

After cleaning them well with soap and water you wrapped them tightly in the makeshift bandages before going back outside to pour the dirty water out of the bowl and replace it with fresh. Now with clean water you went back to work cleaning the lesser wounds that marred his chest, abs, arms, nose, and cheek. You stroked his hair once you were done before the adrenaline that had rushed through your veins hours before disappeared and you collapsed on the floor. Without the rush your body was freezing and you didn’t know if you could get back up. So without getting up to grab the extra blankets down the little hallway you fainted from exhaustion.

Night creatures stalked the depths of darkness surrounding the shed, smelling fresh blood on the wind. You were still passed out cold when Michael raised stiffly from the bed he was laid upon. He looked around the room testing sore muscles that he didn’t think could get sore. His gaping wounds tugged causing blood to mar his bandages. He glanced around the small room to find you laying on the cold wooden floor, shivering viciously at the dropping temperatures of October. He looked at you tilting his head like a curious dog. Though something felt off, he felt his face finding his mask gone. A rage gripped him knowing that you had removed his one thing that he needed so critically. But quickly that rage eased as he begin to think of all that you had done to protect and care for him. He slowly got up careful not to wake you as he went to the same linen closet you had found the things to bind his wounds. He grabbed another sheet and one of the blankets. You didn’t even budge as he draped the blankets over you, but your shivering did calm a little. He stared, completely in awe of you and the type of person you could possibly be that would take care of someone like him.

Minutes passed as he watched you sleep, still enraptured just by you before he went back to lay down. He looked at you once more before going back to scoop you up and place you on the bed that he had been occupying not too long ago. He watched a little longer silently curious before slipping in next to you. The threadbare blankets couldn’t do enough to battle the cool autumn air as he used his remaining body heat to keep you warm.

Morning rays of sunlight slipped through where the moon had been waking you from your slumber. Your eyes creaked open before panic gripped you. The unfamiliar place frightening you before the memories of last night rushed back in causing panic to turn into full fledged fear. You couldn’t see Michael at first before you spotted him sitting close. He was sitting in a chair backwards his coveralls back on and the mask he wore the majority of the time haphazardly placed on the top of his head. Some of his bandages had loosened a little and you sighed.

“Good morning,” you asked more than said. Once more no answer as he tilted his head once more.

You sighed trying to get your stiff body out of the worn out bed, “Can you say anything?”

He just stared harder causing you to a suck in a breath at the sight of his eyes. A deep brown like a pool of warm melted milk chocolate stared deep into yours while a sightless icy blue eye set in his right socket chilled you to the bone. Though while others my find the difference scary you couldn’t help but think how gorgeous the mismatched eyes were. Before you realized you were leaning over into his face to get a better look causing him to lean back as far as he could without falling from the wooden kitchen chair.

“Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly backing up. He sat back upright curiosity blazing in the brown depths of his one good eye.

“You have really pretty eyes,” you complimented. He pulled his mask down but you saw the blush that dusted his cheeks that he was trying to hide. He raised up abruptly causing you to stumble. You just knew you were going to fall again for the third time in so many hours but he moved quicker grasping your arm and righting you back. Before you could enjoy the contact any further he released you before going towards the door.

“Hey! Where are you going,” you asked suddenly panicked at the thought that he would abandon you here alone. Of course once again he didn’t speak vocally. He pointed to the mouth of his mask indicating food and now it was your turn to blush.

“Oh, okay,” you spoke as your stomach grumbled to the thought of food. Michael left leaving you alone in a creepy abandoned shed with nothing to do. So you just sat back down on the chair he had just deserted to count the seconds that went by until he came back. You had just counted to 1,800 seconds when Michael finally returned. He had two rabbits in tow danging from his large hands. You didn’t know how he had caught them and you didn’t really care as your hunger was now ravaging. Without a word between you he dropped a rabbit, still warm, in your hands before removing his mask so he could eat. Without cleaning or cooking his bounty, Michael ripped meat from the carcass, blood spraying his chin and dripping onto his clothes and bandages.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t eat it like that,” you screeched taking the rabbit from him. “You’ll get sick!”

The glare that he pierced you with could have frozen the toughest man on Earth as you took away his meal.

“I’ll cook it and it’ll be much better,” you reasoned backing away out of reach before he decided he rather eat you instead. “I do need you to clean them though while I build a fire and get water to cook them in.” You went to work unable to take being stared at anymore. Michael quietly went to work doing what you said. Though he rather prefer his breakfast raw and bloody, he would take in consideration on what you wanted. With the sun shining down while you built a fire and poured water into the rusty pot you found and cleaned Michael returned with the rabbits, now skinned and gutted.

“Thank you,” you smiled taking them and placing them into the boiling water. Between the fire and the sun you were beginning to warm up from the jeans and jacket you were wearing. Stripping the top layer of your clothes to your tank top underneath you tied them around your waist as you stirred the contents in the pot.

“What I wouldn’t give for some salt,” you sighed while dreaming of spices and vegetables. Lost in thought you jolted from them as a shadow loomed over you.

“Yes,” you asked Michael as he towered above you. The anger before gone as he looked at your body. Wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to shrink in upon yourself. His hand reached out scratched and stained, making you flinch. Once more his answer was to tilt his head causing you to ease up a little. He reached again his eyes a raging storm within. You looked at your arms and your chest seeing blossoming bruises. Michael’s rough grip from last night came back to mind, no wonder you felt so stiff. Was it possible that the man everyone feared was feeling some sort of guilt for hurting you?

“I’ll be okay,” you said. “It’s just bruises.”

You turned away unable to take the unyielding depths of his eyes. Before too long your breakfast was done. You spooned hot broth and meat into chipped and cracked bowls. You sat next to Michael on the porch of the shed enjoying the scenery while sipping at the meager stew. While you refused to look you could still feel the stare of Michael on your body. He had never felt this way before about somebody. Sure he had killed, maimed, and ruined lives but your life was something he cared about. He knew it from the moment that he had saw you when you ran into him. He knew it when he saw you dash across the parking lot trying to get away from the coworker you despised.

He gripped the bowl his food was in tightly causing the glass to groan before shattering in his hand spraying him with hot broth and shards of glass to stick in his palm. You jumped up before setting your food down to inspect the damage. He leaned in close breathing in your scent as you picked at tiny shards embedded in his tough skin. He fought to keep from touching you, but it was beginning to feel like a losing battle. You also were beginning to wonder if you wanted him to touch you or not. You were so confused and so was he.

Where could this possibly go and what would happen if it became something you never thought it would be? Only time could tell as you spent time with him and to see the man underneath the accusations, the mask he hides behind, and the reasons why he did what he did. Only you could unravel it from him and he was willing to let you try. He just had to do things that he wasn’t used to and you were going to have to open yourself in a way that you never had before. New things were emerging and you both weren’t sure where it was going. But now as Michael reached out wondering what one touch could do, you found yourself leaning in. Was this the start? Would something bloom? Who could really know as he reached closer and closer. Only you and Michael could uncover that in time.

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arrogantsonofabiscuit · 2 years

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How do they cuddle up to you

Feat:- Sakusa, Kuroo, Bokuto & Atsumu

A/n:- why does my every single post consists of either Kuroo or Sakusa anyways I love them<3 . I don’t know how long it has been since I last wrote . But I really hope you guys like it! I am planning to write again as I have gotten my vacations! And I am done with my second year. It was so long and hectic damn.

Genre:- Fluff and mentions of pet names (Bokuto being a bit insecure )

♡Sakusa, Training was brutal as always, he wanted to just come home and cuddle with you, but you had other plans. You were busy playing games on the computer as you were bored.Omi enters the bedroom with a pout prominent on his face as he wanted all your attention on him and nobody else (y/n what’s wrong with you???? Give Omi some loveee). “Hey love how are you?” You ask as you take one side of the headphones off. “I am fine just extremely tired” you hmm as he replies and resume playing the game. He was not having any of it today, he takes a quick shower , rushing all his skin care routine and legit drops his entire body on you. “O-Omi??” “What?” “If you want attention you can ask me you know?” You chuckle as he hides his face on your shoulder. You turn off your gaming system and get up from the chair and gesture your tall grumpy boyfriend towards you. He smiles as he cuddles you closer on the bed nuzzling his head on your chest. “That’s what you wanted?” “It’s even better”.

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♡Kuroo, he was out with Kenma for celebrating his first win in a gaming tournament. You were home thinking what to watch next. As you were deciding what to watch your eyes started to feel heavy and you fell asleep ok the couch with the tv remote in your hand. After an hour or so Kuroo opens your shared apartment door and he quietly places his shoes on the rack and locks the door. When he was about to leave the drawing room he saw your sleeping form with the tv remote about to fall off from your hand. He chuckles lightly and kisses your forehead and places the remote on the coffee table.He changes into his comfort clothes and brings a blanket with him. He slowly settles right beside you and wraps his arm around you. “Tetsu?” “Hmm?” “Welcome back” you place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips and nuzzle closer to him. “Want to watch something tetsu?” “Nah I just wanna cuddle and admire the beauty right next to me” he pinches your cheeks as you were blushing.

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♡Bokuto,You were cheering for his team he was extremely happy and in his zone. He hits the last shot and they win the match. His teammates were celebrating their win and decided to call it a day. Bokuto enters the changing room and changes into his regular attire and pulls you by your waist. “Did you see my last shot??” He looks at you expectantly and sees you smile and kiss his cheek. “You were so cool baby! What do you want to do today? “Can we order take out and relax watching some movies?” He asks you as he opens the door for you. “Anything you want” you smile. As you guys entered the house, you order some takeout and relax on the couch. You felt like someone was staring at you. You look at your boyfriend only to realise he has a pout prominent on his face and he was fidgeting with his hands. “Kou? What’s wrong?” “Nothing” he looks away. “Kou? You don’t need to ask for cuddling you know? I am all yours. C’mere.” You open your arms and hug him tightly placing butterfly kisses on his face. “I love you y/n” “I know, I love you too, and don’t even think about getting up now” you huff. “I wasn’t planning to” he smirks.

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♡Atsumu,

You guys were out on a date , he had finally gotten a day off and he wanted to take you out (not that he wanted you to wear that one piece which he got you the other day). “Yer the most prettiest Angel face” “and you are the most handsome guy I know, you know?” “I kinda know” he kisses your cheek and opens the exit door for you. He opens the car door of your side and makes you sit on your seat. You giggle as his head hits the car door . “Sh-“ and he laughs it off. As you guys were driving by you play the radio and start singing to some songs.he gently grabs your hand and places it on his thighs (sir, that’s not legal to do 😭) You enter your apartment and place the bouquet of flowers in the vase and place your keys next to it. You guys quickly change into your comfy clothes and turn on the tv to watch a series which you always watch together. Atsumu brings some popcorn along with a cold drink you take a sip and place it on the nightstand. Atsumu looks over and keeps his drink next to yours. As the time passes by you realise that it was only you who was watching the show whereas Atsumu was slowly falling asleep. You smile and him and mess his hair to which he pouts and looks at you with his eyes filled with sleep. “Angel face..” “hmm?” “Can I rest my head on your shoulder?” “Only that” you tease. “Can we cuddle?” He asks as his cheeks were blushing slightly. You start playing with his hair lulling him to sleep and soon after you fall asleep too hugging each other tightly.

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it <3.

. Take care and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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lyon-amore · 8 months

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Time Trial Chapter 4 - ''You need me''

Chapter 3

My first impression of Sally had not been what I expected. Her publications, in the way she spoke there, were not the same as having interacted with her. She had been laughing at me and even so I agreed to make the notes from that night, also adding Bianca, so that she would understand a little more what happened that night.

I send her a message telling her that I have finished it, how to send it to her, but I get no response. I look at the time, eleven o'clock is already dark, so she must be sleeping to go to class tomorrow. I get up from the chair and go out to the dining room, sitting on the couch to relax a little. As I wrote those notes, Katherine has crossed my mind, reminding me of how uncomfortable she was when she saw that guy. I should have done something, but I thought getting into a fight would make her hate me. I hear the door open, I thought Al was already in his room. "Hey" he says by way of greeting, tired ", were you expecting me?" "Of course, I have nothing else to do but wait for you" I reply in a sarcasm tone “. I thought you were already home.” “After work I went to the park to skate to relax a little” I see him go to his room to leave his backpack, then he comes back and sits on the couch with me “Have you finally spoken to our mysterious woman 'Miss Skellington'?” “The “mysterious woman” turned out to be a high school student.” I answer almost with a bad humor. I see Al bow his head and get up from the couch, walking heavily. “Where are you going?”I ask him confused. “To prepare your suitcase for jail.” “Very funny.” He lets out a laugh and seconds later returns with two drinks in his hand, offering me one. “Look on the bright side, you're not going to cheat on Katherine, but the FBI may come after you for talking to a minor.” "I doubt the FBI cares about someone like me." I open the Coca-Cola and start drinking. I should have dinner, but my appetite has gone away because of remembering all those chat messages. “And what is it like? Her attitude, I mean, is it as we have read? Do she take it seriously?” "No, she is worse" I respond with a grimace ", she given me 'homework' and I think she thinks she is too smart." "Like someone I know perfectly well.” I hear him say in a whisper. I look at him dirty and he laughs. “Come on, it's not bad to find someone who is just as conceited as you, even if she's probably a Bieber.” "Hey, let uss better not mess with her" I say awkwardly “, we are supposed to be responsible adults, we should not mess with those who are younger than us.” “She called you old.” “She called me old…” “And what ‘homework’ has she given you? Do her math exercises?” Albert is having a great time laughing at me. He knows perfectly well how I am with people I do not like, but at the end of the day, she is a teenager, she still has to mature. It will be her turn to deal with younger people who bother her and I will laugh at her that day. These things did not happen with Hannah, she was at least a polite and kind teenager. Or I may be thinking from the point of view of being her older brother. Anyway, I hope she can tell me something useful that I can get to reach that website in a non-random way. "You know I'm joking, Jake, I'm just as surprised as you" he shrugs, with a half smile “. Maybe it's not so bad to have a research partner, it's the most common thing in this type of thing, right?” "I am going to find another roommate." I answer monotonously. “You'd be bored without me, I'm the best roommate there is.” I roll my eyes, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at his face. He hands it back to me and I laugh. At least a normal night after so many stressful ones.

I hear a notification sound in the middle of the night. I had left the computer on to load some files for work, I did not think anyone was going to bother me. I look at the alarm clock and see that it is three in the morning. Who sends a message at this time? I get out of bed rubbing my eyes, tired. I turn on the screen and squint even more, its light bothers me. I had not removed the Facebook tab, and I can see the name 'Miss Skellington' flashing in the tab. I thought she would be sleeping. I click on the page and read her message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Hey! Sorry for not answering! I have been busy looking for information Send me the file to [email protected] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<<Do she seriously use the same name for email?>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington And before you tell me anything, yes, I use the same name for the email because it is Miss Skellington's official email, did you think I would give you my personal email? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look at the screen strangely. How did she know I was thinking about that? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Anyway, tomorrow I will read what you sent me, good night Jareth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look at the clock again to check if it was really three in the morning. Had I made a teenager stay up late searching the Internet? I rub my eyes again, tired. I do not want to blame myself for not sleeping, I had told her it was urgent, But it is not that I want her to be distracted from her responsibilities as a student because of me. “And she could not have sent me the message in the morning?” I ask myself as I yawn, entering the mail. I sit in the chair and create an email as quickly as possible, using the same first and last name as on the Facebook account —but I have to add random numbers because it already has a user with that name, which makes my bad mood increase— and I send you the attached file. Return to bed. I hear a notification again and I get up with a huff, reading the message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From: [email protected]

For: [email protected]

Subject: Don't you sleep?

What are you doing sending me an email at three in the morning? Be a responsible adult by setting an example for this hard-working teenager and go to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“It was just what I was going to do” I mumble, turning off the speakers this time “. And I should tell you that, not you.” I throw myself on the bed, putting my hands to my face, tired. What is wrong with today's teenagers? Are they not sleeping or what? "I am talking like an old man..." I murmur, beginning to feel the sleep I had before. Series, movies and games lie, having a research partner is annoying. Why cannot she be a normal teenager like Hannah?

Since Jeremy and I were going to class later today, I decided to meet him for breakfast near the university cafeteria and tell him what had happened. And so I recharged my energy after those messages last night. “And what's she like?” He asks me like a passionate fan “Is she like her in the posts? Is she the same as she would be?” I open my mouth, but he interrupts me “No, wait, she's cold as ice.” “I am sorry to disappoint you, but she is the most annoying teenager I have ever encountered” I would not compare her to Alice when she was a teenager, of course, it just bothered me how she treated me. “Really? Well, when I talked to her—“ he stops talking about her as soon as I give him a surprised look. He told me that he had not spoken to her in private “Okay, I spoke to her, but only to ask her something about a post, and then I didn't speak to her again.” “Are you sure or are you lying to me again?” I ask, avoiding raising my voice. “I swear, I never talked to her about anything other than a post.” He looks at me like he feels guilty. I just hope he has not hidden anything else from me “Do you think you're going to have problems because of me?” “No, because as soon as she tell me what she wanted to verify, I will stop talking to her, even if I have given her information about what happened the night she disappeared” I answer dryly, then taking a sip of the coffee. I havee been thinking about it and it is better not to bring her into this “Why would she want to know what happened? That does not help me at all, I need information on how to get to the website.” Jeremy shrugs his shoulders, as if he does not know either. I know I have read all those theories of hers, but in this case, they do not help me at all. I hear Professor Begum’s voice and we automatically turn to see her. She is with her ex-husband and a man I do not know who is, gray-haired and has glasses. He has a tired look, just like Bianca's parents. Mrs. Begum looks at me and whispers something, pointing at me. At least I know she is at me and not Jeremy, from the hateful look she gives me. “What a first meeting with Mr. Beinh.” As soon as Jeremy says that last name, I get nervous. "Is he Katherine's father?" I almost threw the coffee when I asked. "One night with my family, we met them in a restaurant" he begins to explain to me, looking surreptitiously “. He's not a bad man, but I don't know how he's going to take finding the suspect in his daughter's disappearance.” “Are they still looking?” I ask, shrinking a little in the chair. “A bit.” “Fantastic.” I take a deep breath, afraid that he will approach me and accuse me too. “What if we leave? I do not want to have problems.” “Yes let's go.” I grab my backpack and see that they have left a piece of paper stuck on it that says 'murderer'. I remove it by crumpling it and put it in my sweatshirt to throw it in a trash can outside the cafeteria. “Who could have done it?” Jeremy asks me, looking around. "It does not matter, forget it." I whisper, starting to walk quickly. Actually it does bother me. But it is better not to let them see that it affects me because that is what they are looking for, a negative reaction from me, that attacks or insults them. Maybe I will get into a fight against them. But it would only make the situation worse against me.

We arrived at the university and met Albert in the hallway. He smiles at us when he sees us, greeting us with a high five. “How was your morning? Mine is great” he says with a sarcastic tone “, as soon as I entered class, all the computers said “Murderous Albert”.” "I'm so sorry, Al" Jeremy apologizes, hanging his head ", you shouldn't have to go through this." "Don't worry, I'm used to it" he hits him on the arm in a friendly manner ", it doesn't affect me, I know I'm innocent." I think I have seen this Al before. Long time. He stares at me strangely. “What’s wrong, Jake?” He asks me with a gaze fixed on me. “Nothing.” I answer, avoiding worrying him about what had happened to me. “It's just that Jake—“ "I have seen Katherine's father" I stop Jeremy, I do not want him to tell him about the note, he already has enough with what has happened to him, and I don’t want him wanting to pick a fight “, I felt uncomfortable.” "I hope it was better than when I ran into Bianca's mother in the hallway." Al lets out a laugh as he ruffles his hair, his voice sounding too tired. We began walking towards our classrooms continuing the conversation. A notification rings on my phone and I take it out to look at it. Is not this girl going to study? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From: [email protected]

For: [email protected]

Subject: About your information

I thought it was just Katherine Beinh, not Bianca Fetcher. We’ll talk when I can. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Professor Begum and her ex-husband were there too.” I hear Jeremy say. “Oh, shit then, they must have told him that you are a dangerous criminal, right Jake?” I look at them and let out a sigh. Al raises an eyebrow, curious. "It is Sally" I answer and they look at me bewildered ". The girl who I asked for help told me that we will talk about what I sent her." "Let's see." Al walks over and looks at my phone “. Looks like you've pissed her off.” “Really?” I read her words again. Are she really angry? “Why did you tell her about Bianca?” Jeremy asks me confused “Wasn't you just supposed to tell him about Katherine?” “I thought everything was important” I shrug, leaning against the wall near my classroom “, but I will tell her it is over as soon as she tells me about that page, she is too young to get into this.” “Thank goodness” Jeremy sighs in relief “, you'd be in trouble.” “Wait, but wasn't it your idea that Jake talk to her because she's right in her theories?” Al looks at him confused by his sudden change. "She doesn't always do it, I already explained it, that's why it's called making theories" Now I look at Jeremy, who frowns in annoyance “. Also, it's getting Jake into more trouble, if we only need information from the page, it's better not to involve a kid anymore.” "A “kid” that you yourself told us would help him" Al returns to the attack and Jeremy curses under his breath. My best friend stares at me, almost determined “. Please, Jake, you don't have to see her in person, just talk to her about this, I'm begging you, try to convince her to help us with this if something occurs to her.” “Am I the sane one of the three or what?” Jeremy asks on air. I clutch my backpack tightly, not knowing what to answer. They are both right: On the one hand, I do not have to see her or keep in touch with her that much, just for her to tell me what she suspects and maybe help the police give them a clue, as if I had remembered something. On the other hand, it might get her into trouble because she is only a teenager and I know what it is like to be around cops at that age. It is a lot of stress and everyone treats you as if you were ignorant when you already know perfectly well what has happened. No, wait, I am back to… I put my hand to my head, in pain. Too many emotions now. “I will think about it, okay?” I sit up on the wall and separate myself from it, breathing deeply “See you later.” “Jake, dude, I-“ I do not let Al finish the sentence, I go directly into class. I am not mad at him, I just need to calm down. What is happening is making me remember so many things, that... I wish I could talk to Hannah about this.

I was not feeling well after class, so I decided to clear my head by moving through the streets of Colville. Little by little I begin to feel lighter, like the weight on my shoulders begins to relax. Maybe next time I will go for a ride on the motorcycle, but I could not wait to get to the apartment, I needed to run now, let off some steam. I get dressed right out of the shower and get a message from Sally. I roll my eyes. This is the third message she has sent me today. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From: [email protected]

For: [email protected]

Subject: Messages

Did you know that Facebook has launched a mobile version? You should try it, because I've been texting you for like AN HOUR! Where are you Jareth? I hope you haven't been kidding me all this time or I'll never forgive you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I think I prefer the funny Sally to the angry one.” I say with a sigh, leaving my phone on the desk. I finish drying my hair with the towel and sit in the chair, putting the cloth aside. I go to Facebook and see that I have like fourteen messages from her. Does not she have anything to do after class? I also see that Miss Skellington's name has been changed to Sally, almost as if telling her it was a long name had upset her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth I am here now. Were the fourteen messages necessary?

Sally If it was necessary? You didn’t answer me! And knowing that you saw your friend on that website, I was worried! I thought maybe they had caught you too Or that maybe this was all someone’s joke, you know? I take it seriously! 😠 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If I could give her a voice right now, it would be a shrill one, the kind that destroys your eardrum just by hearing it once. Although in a way, her concern at least makes me see that she is not entirely funny and that she could be serious. Because it is incredible that being the adult, she has to tell me if I am the one who is joking. I do not blame her, I am sure she is had to deal with many kinds of people. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth My apologies. I promise to download the application to quickly respond to your messages. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Of course I used sarcasm, I will not. I do not need her to bothering me too when I am in class and she is at recess. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Very funny Jareth, but I know perfectly well that you have no intention of doing it for me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look at my camera and my protection program to prevent someone from activating it from afar. How does she do it? Is she spying on me in some way? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth How do you do it?

Sally What do I do?

Jareth Does not matter. What have you found out about that page?

Sally It's been a while since I entered that post, so there were a lot of updates and I had to read it all. I spent time reading the anecdotes of everyone who had seen that page Of course, there were also some of my questions towards them Well, prepare yourself for all the information I have

Jareth It is bad?

Sally Well… From what I’ve read, it’s all the same “The website that arrives by mail” “that does not allow you to copy the link or take a screenshot” “people paying for… that…”

Jareth That?

Sally I'm not going to say it, my stomach turns just thinking about it

Jareth It is fine I understand it. You do not have to repeat what you have read.

Sally Thank you But there are very different things from your testimony and from that of the people on the forum Let’s start with the words of the victims You said Katherine said “I won’t say anything”, right?

Jareth Yes. I have heard her voice begging for it.

Sally Katherine is different from the victims selected by the 'Master of Ceremonies' Because everyone says that the most common words that everyone says are “I haven't done anything” “please let me go”, there is no one saying that they wouldn't say anything

Jareth But it would be a common thing to say those words, right? If you want to be set free, you beg those words.

Sally If that… The person Katherine is talking to is someone she knows.

Jareth How you say?

Sally Let me continue please

Jareth Of course. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I try to calm down after reading her words, so whoever had kidnapped Katherine is someone she knows? Is that possible? I can only think of one person, but it is best to keep reading their posts before jumping to conclusions. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally I left a post last night on the forum and they answered something interesting... Everyone remembers everything that catches their attention about what they read, and knowing that 'The Master of Ceremonies' is the name of the person who sends the email, I thought there would be a comment talking about it, since it would be common for a name like that to draw attention among so many usernames and numbers only

Jareth Yes, and he said that it took days to choose a winner in the auction.

Sally That would be a normal thing to say if you invite someone to your website as if you were teaching someone the rules

Jareth Let me guess. There is no one on the forum who has seen the Master in the chat.

Sally There is no testimony saying that he made an appearance when I asked them, if they received him in some indirect way

Jareth Which means he was saying it to me…

Sally I think so… I was warning you that Katherine could die in a few days ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hold my breath, trying not to get nervous. If it was me who said it, what is the reason for doing it? Torture me? I try to stay calm, but it is impossible. If I have a few days, then the police will never find her! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth And no one took photos of their screens? Are there no videos about that?

Sally The same thing happened to them as you, Jareth They were shocked, they tried to take screenshots from the computer and then everything just disappeared The master of ceremonies simply disappeared from they email

Jareth Then there is nothing to do. We cannot help Katherine. I have lost her forever.

Sally No I don’t think so We can still save her

Jareth I appreciate your words of relief, but you yourself said there was nothing that could be done for her. And after all this information, I do not think we are going to be able to save her.

Sally I know what I said, but this is all strange I have a feeling that someone close to Katherine is the one who led her to the master of ceremonies Because she saw something she shouldn’t have

Jareth What do you mean?

Sally Now we enter your information, Jareth “king of the goblins” Hanh ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I plan to change my photo after talking to her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth I was thinking, maybe it is best that you stay out of this. You have done enough, Sally.

Sally I can’t leave it now Without me you are lost Jareth Whether you want it or not, you need me to find Katherine

Jareth But you are just a teenager. What are you going to be able to do?

Sally And you're only twenty years old, you think you're better than me just because you're four years older? Let me help you I promise you that I will not be a hindrance, that I am capable of doing it Please, Jareth… I just want to do this one last time… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I scratch the back of my neck nervously. I do not understand what “one last time” is, maybe it is because she is sick or maybe she wants to help me before completely leaving the world of theories and legends. But I remember Albert and his plea for Sally to help us. To both. That with her help we can remove the labels of 'murderers'. “I hope I do not regret this...” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Alright, Sally. Help me.

Sally 🙂 Well, from what I’ve read, I gather that you want me to help your friends, Albert and Jake, right? That’s why you also sent me Bianca’s information

Jareth I know them well and I know they would not hurt anyone. Albert may be intense, but he would never kill someone.

Sally And what about Jake?

Jareth What is the matter with him?

Sally You said before that you had lost Katherine forever But you said it like you were in love with her, but Jake is her boyfriend Tell me Jareth, should I suspect that all this is to accuse him of being guilty?

Jareth Of course not. I am Katherine’s friend, Jake is her boyfriend. I am not in love with her.

Sally I believe you then ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I let out a sigh of relief. I thought she had me figured out and knew I was Jake. If this gets out, maybe we would both be in trouble, she could be accused of helping the suspect who kidnapped Katherine. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth :)

Sally This… Um…let’s see… Let me go over the notes I’ve made of what I’ve read… Just give me a minute…

Jareth Of course. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Takes her time to write. I wonder how much she has written of the little I have sent her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally You say Albert dropped Bianca off at her house early That’s right?

Jareth Yes, what is wrong?

Sally Katherine wasn’t there at that time to confirm it? I’m not accusing your friend, but that means Bianca didn’t go past the door of her house

Jareth Well now that you say it… She only said what you read in what I sent you.

Sally In other words, there are no witnesses to prove that she entered the house Maybe someone followed them…

Jareth Did they take Bianca and return the body? For what?

Sally I don't know yet But did anyone know that Bianca sometimes ran away as a teenager? So they took advantage of that But if it's something that Katherine or Bianca herself has been telling around, who knows how many people took advantage of it?

Jareth So it has to be someone Katherine knows, right? If we think about what she said in that live, that she would not say anything to anyone, that is the only thing it can mean.

Sally Yeah!! Hey, we make a good team! 😄

Jareth Ha ha. If that is what you think. But now I feel more confident than before. Thank you Sally, now I have a little more hope :)

Sally I'm sure you would make a great detective assistant Do you want to work for me when I grow up? I will pay you well 😋

Jareth No, but thanks for the offer. We can continue?

Sally Hmp, boring… Ok, let’s continue ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I read that she writes but she stops, so I wait. I wait a long time, until it is finally nine at night. Sally returns and finally writes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Sorry Jareth, something happened, I have to go

Jareth Of course.

Sally I'm really sorry…

Jareth Is everything alright? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She disconnects quickly. I do not know why but I am a little worried, but I just hope she is okay. I remember before going to a foster home, meeting children who had had terrible experiences with their parents or with other families and that is going through my mind right now as I watch her write those words. And then there was what Jeremy said, that she decided to stay away from social media. “I hope you are not going through a terrible experience.” I murmur as I close Facebook and decide to do some security work.

I hear the door knock at twelve at night, along with a curse under some breath. I look out the door and see Albert leave his backpack on the floor, at the foot of the sofa. He lies down and lets out another curse, but this time along with a sob. I close the door slowly and open it again, this time making more noise. Albert sits up on the couch and I see how he hides it by putting a smile on his face. "Hello" he says, stretching ", news about your goddaughter?" He says jokingly. "I have decided that in the end she will help us." I say calmly, watching how he continues to pretend "Do you remember if Bianca ever entered the apartments?" “Well…” he starts to think and then looks at me confused “The truth is, no, I left her at the door, she didn't want me to go up to accompany her. Why?” So it us as Sally suspects, that quite possibly someone had followed them. “Because it is very possible that perhaps Katherine knew who they was and that is why she was kidnapped.” Albert's eyes widen so much they look like they're going to pop out. Then he gets totally serious, resting his elbows on his thighs. He keeps his gaze fixed on the unlit television, as if he were watching something on it. I do not know what it is, but it gives me a very strange feeling. “Tell me everything you two talked about, Jake.”

Chapter 5

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stanweirdosalliance · 10 months

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Get to know me

Sorry if this is too long I really want some to understand me. Most people have hard time knowing real me not just online me.

If you see a lot of football aka soccer for you American I grew up watching it I am from Belarus but live in America. Growing up I was huge fan of David Beckham had him as my wallpaper on computer and my bro was okay with it. I am huge into entertainment, movies and music. My fav director is Edgar Wright I am taking Edgar Wright filmmaking course online it's not cheap but my mom bought me that as my early 28th bday last year. I really love him as film director even when Last Night in Soho came out and I saw it. I came home and watched his every interview on that movie. I love how his movie usually come out like 3 to 4yrs. He takes time on his movies and I see how a movie fan he is. Last year I went from just listening to pop music and soundtracks to Indie music. I cant do anywhere without my headphones I listen to so much music in public to get away from people it's part of my disability. I listen to music too much does not matter time of day cause it calms me down. All of my rock music love comes from my amazing mom. I am future Filmmaker 4yrs ago I think I wrote like 54 pages script. Truth is we need to write 100 pages but teacher had so many problems about my British character who is cop but my bro was helping. Also I am ON THE SPECTRUM that's why my teacher let me make shorter then 100 pages script. Their is a reason why I chosen filmmaking well because my whole family is medical even my aunt and for me learning it would be hard cause I wanted to be vet. Someone in new high school when we moved to new state like a decade ago told my mom I would never graduate high school and I did close to graduating community college. When I came to community college and took classes I really wanted like filmmaking ones I finally became so happy cause school was never happy for me with my disability school was hell if no one would of helped me I would of failed it on my own. If you talking to me and its not movies, music or entertainment, or football sorry I start to either freak out or I just need to leave I can't be in that room. I wish someday to see my fav band live French band Phoenix but I seen one of my fav bands last year in music festival thanks to my bro its The National. I love anything British my fav actors Dan Stevens, Gwilym Lee, Martin Freeman and Simon Pegg. My favorite tv shows are Legion yes it ended but still it was the best one, Fargo, The Bear, What we do in the Shadows, Welcome to Wrexham, loved Pose and Righteous Gemstones

Just 3yrs ago during the middle of season 4 of Fargo I started to like actor Jason Schwartzman and now I know so much about him. I own almost everything with his band he made Coconut Records only need Nighttiming Vinyl. I won Davy on Ebay for 300 dollars and in 2021 in one auction I won his red jacket from Fargo season 4. If you need to know anything about Jason just don't afraid to ask me. People make fun of me being fan of him cause i know too much but that's not my fault being On The Spectrum he is my hyper fixation. Growing up I been bullied so much even for liking some actors. People tell me on on TWITCH channel how bad of an actor he is or terrible actor. My mom recently came to terms to liking him after I showed so much videos and made her listen him talking about his kids. She says he is a great person and dad. If ever asking one of my fav Jason videos it has to be Sesame Street Memory: Jason Schwartzman | #ThisIsMyStreet cause part of it I relate knowing his one daughter is autistic and special needs. Talking about Jason sometimes annoys my mom.

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akarakki · 11 months

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Glitch :;(/(:;

My boyfriend came over for a video game night. He had his own set up on my desk and i was sat on my bed, playing Splatoon 3.

I was winning my game, my team and I matching perfectly and we were inking the map in a fast pace.

"-Yes yes yes we're almost done ! They're gonna cry their mom !"

I snorted out, laughing like a pig. But then the game proceeded to continue and as i killed another enemy again, my controller stopped answering. I ran toward my shelf to find my charging cord and put my controller on the switch to keep my game on. But something caught my attention.

My character kept running in my game.

But not straight forward.

He was drowning in the ink,

jumping and shooting at the floor.

Goosebumps ran down my spine as I called my boyfriend.

"-Hey babe look at this, my controller is off but he keeps playing !"

I joked at first but when i saw how his smile faded, mine dropped too. My character threw a bomb at himself and when it exploded a wave of ink should come out. But instead of it ;

It exploded and blood spread everywhere on the screen, making me scream in fear, goosebumps taking control over my body.

"-Wait wait wait shouldn't it be ink ? He asked, turned his head in my direction.

-i never saw a single drop of blood in this game..."

And what I saw froze my heart, tears running down my cheeks. Because of this view, he followed my gaze and met the dark red screen.

'y/n did you miss me ?'

He stood in front of the tv before turning on the lights.

"-Are you pranking me ? He asked, almost furious.

-No no i swear it's not me..."

My heart started to pound ten times faster. Then the lights got turned off again, earning an exclamation of fear.

'Who is it ? I thought I told you not to bring anyone here ? So stubborn. Well, Éthan, is it ?'

It wrote slowly on the screen as i tried to push all the buttons on my controller, in vain. My boyfriend sat on the bed next to me.

"-What is going on, what is that, how does it knows my first name."

I panicked and tears were rolling down my cheeks, my whole body shaking.

It listen to us, has a control over the lights of my house and probably can see us.

'Sadly from where i am i have a terrible view of your room but i hope you'll buy a camera soon so i can see your beautiful face and admire your body just for me.'

Éthan stood up again and within a second he unplugged my tv, computer, lights, my playstation, switch and everything that could have a mic or camera.

The room was drowned in the dark and i slowly made my way to my window, taking a mask and my sweater so i can cover my face.

"-Éthan, kneel down ! I scream whispered and he listened."

Just the top of my head covered by my hood was upon the window. And the view i got made my heart skip a beat.

A human, dressed, everything was black and he was standing in the middle of the road, and he proceeded to wave at me then run away. I was panting from all of this anxiety running in my brain, tiring my body at the same time.

I exhaled before bursting into tears, letting myself fall on the floor as his arms rested around my waist.

"-It's okay baby, probably a friend creating a joke or just someone around you who finds funny to hack you for some reasons. He tried to comfort me.

-Nobody knows my first name except you and my family."

All of my family was dead.

-akarakki

@nep.take on ig <3

#oneshot #reading #writing #scary #fear

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mysticscorpia · 1 year

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Hello! For the fanfic emoji asks: 💖🎃🦅

Hi!!

Thanks for the ask!! ☺️

1. 💖

What made you start writing?

Wow! Well, this one is a little long winded, but I'll try to keep it short!

Imagine, a small little enigma, in their English class, and a teacher announces a project : to write the first chapter of a story about a 'freak' (we were doing a topic about - surprise - Freak Shows in the Victorian times) and their life.

To be quite honest, I don't understand why I liked it so much, but I just kept writing and writing. I would get home, and instead of curling up on the sofa, I'd go straight to the desk and write on my dad's computer till late.

When we handed it in, my teacher read my work and said I had a talent, and that because I wrote so much, why don't I keep on writing? (I seriously look back on her saying I had talent and have to blink). I've read my old writing and well... Let's just say I'd politely shove it away with a barge pole. 😂

At the end of the year, the teacher mentioned that they knew someone who did creative writing courses, and it'd be a great opportunity for me! Take a few years and I'd attended several, and well, I was much encouraged by this author (who ran the writing course!) named Beth Webb, that it made me realise I even wanted to do it as a career. When I went through the hell that is education, I leant on it like a crutch. And still do, even now!

I just think it's ironic I started writing about a "freak" from a freak show, and now... Well all I do is write about a certain character who was in that exact situation. Meant to be? It certainly seems so! 😂 (and to be honest, I've never realised that co-incidence until now!).

(I have my other teacher to thank that got me into reading, otherwise this would have never have happened!)

2. 🎃

Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I think this is interesting, because I've ironically avoided the traditional holidays all bar Halloween (which ironically is my like,, least favourite holiday - okay, I love the music, but the UK doesn't make it big like America) 😂. So, the fact I've not done any other holiday would automatically make it a: only write Halloween fics? 😂 I don't know, maybe it's because in fiction, I can love Halloween as much as I like.

Autumn is such a vibe, fictionally of course. Me no like le coLd. 🥶🥶

I think making a fic for Christmas is absolutely dauting. I am in no way a fluff writer by heart. (in my mind, I can truly imagine joy). It doesn't always come out in the page though. And well, what person tends to go into it wanting an angsty Christmas fic? 😂

Also, there are some phenomenonal Christmas phic writers out there 😅 :').

Maybe I'll try to do a cute valentine's one? Since there's less pressure to make it all gooey.

3. 🦅

Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Damn. You outed me. 😭

Nahhhh, just kidding. I'm a bit of both?

I think I'm actually like you, Sloane! I have a general idea in the ol' noggin *taps my hollow-sounding head* but on the times of a harder and more lengthy product, that requires confirmation of facts, little pieces of information, ideas, aspects of background for characters, it definitely helps having a scribble somewhere on the computer!

I love the feeling of Erik and Christine conversing and I am merely the humble translator of their tumbling angst. It gives me the feeling of Frankenstien and the 'monster' all at once and I live for it. I am both the monster and creator hahah 😂.

I think also feeling something that lives and is capable of changing, just by the knowledge of what (someone) is telling you to write gives a feeling of potent adaptability

Why tie it down when a little agility and movement can go a long way? ☺️

Anyway!! Thanks for listening to me ramble 😄

*tips hat and clucks the tounge*

🎩

A good day to you, m'lady.

#enigma answers #Enigma's asks #Asks #emoji asks #Emoji ask game #Poto #Phanfic #Enigma Writes

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sarah-sandwich · 2 years

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what's a scene u edited a lot that felt less like battling a creature and more like planting a garden? <3

I love you for asking <333

All of the ones that immediately come to mind are from Lemon Boy because I'm editing it right now but I've shared so much of that fic I'm scared to share more until it's up lol

BUT the scene where Peter and Harley finally freaking talk to each other is going the garden route. I wrote it out of order, way before the story actually got to that point so it doesn't quite mesh up with the scenes before and after and their interaction is totally off.

My notes call it "confusing, melodramatic, and weepy" so you can imagine what kind of work I have ahead of me lmao but I'm going to transplant it into a cozy indoor pot, give it a good watering, and prune up the wilted bits. Then it'll flourish.

For a published example I'm going to go with the entirety of the first chapter of Paradise (spread out with a butter knife). I babied it to life and then babied it some more until I couldn't baby it any longer and posted it even though I hadn't finished the fic yet and I very rarely do that.

Idk if you like spideypool at all?? I'm very bad at keeping track lol but it's a really fun fic if you haven't read it! Rave reviews. Stupid humor and LOLs abound. Turns non-spideypool shippers into spideypool shippers. All my friends say so.

Excerpt below the cut if you need some convincing?

Deadpool sits up and a heap of hamburger wrappers cascade off his chest. “I know a job you could do.”

“Being your sugar baby isn’t a job, ‘Pool.”

“No, not that. A real job at uh, Pym… whatever it is.”

Peter sits up. “Pym? As in Pym Particles? As in, Hank Pym? The scientist? The research lab? That Pym?”

Deadpool snaps his fingers and points a finger gun at his chest. “That’s the one! I happen to know they’ve got an opening in R&D. Or they will soon. You made your tech right? I bet you’d fit right—,”

Peter jumps to his feet as his heart jumps into his throat. “What the fuck? Are you taking out a hit on one of Pym’s scientists?”

“Nooo,” Deadpool says unconvincingly.

“Dude!”

“I’m not. I just happened to catch wind that someone is.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Listen, I looked her up. This lady is bad news. Like, experiments on puppies bad. She says shit like ‘All Lives Matter’ and—,”

“What does that have to do with anything?! We have to stop it!”

“We?”

“Yeah, we. You let it get this far, now you’re on the hook for saving this woman’s life. Come on.” He squats down and gestures impatiently at his back.

“Am I dreaming? A Spidey-back ride?”

“I will drop you in traffic if you say that again. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

Deadpool doesn’t waste another second before clambering up onto his back and wrapping his arms and legs around him.

“You’ll need to hold on tighter than that,” Peter says and then launches off the building.

Deadpool squeals in his ear and his grip turns suffocating as they plummet. Then Peter shoots a web and they swing up and away from the sidewalk. A breathless laugh ghosts past his ear and then Deadpool’s breath catches audibly as Peter releases the web and they begin to fall again. He thwips out another web and they begin another arc.

“WOOHOO!” Deadpool crows at the height of the arc, loud enough to make him flinch and to catch the attention of the people on the sidewalk below.

A reluctant smile tugs his lips. Yeah. Web swinging is pretty awesome. It’s kinda cool that someone gets it, even if it is Deadpool.

~*~

Peter flips back and pinwheels to the side to avoid the flurry of deadly looking laser beams. Red, violent, and wicked fast, it’s all he can do keep from getting hit while he’s the sole target of the beastly machine squatting in the corner of the lab.

“You said puppy experimentation! Not mad scientist bent on world domination!”

“I was starting with the worst offenses!” Deadpool snaps back, stabbing a katana into a bank of computers. They spark and the screens go black but the death lasers don’t stop. “You’re the one that wouldn’t let me finish! Besides, if you hadn’t webbed up poor Marty and had let him do his job, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“He was going to kill— Ugh! Whatever. For future reference, next time someone builds a Death-Ray-Inator that’s the first thing I wanna know about.”

“Noted.” With a grunt, Deadpool rips free his katana and sheaths it.

“Screw this!” He rips his pistol out of his thigh holster and aims it at the death ray.

“Wait—,”

He fires several times in rapid succession. The noise is deafening and the bullets ricochet around the room, rebounding off the metal-lined walls with deadly force.

Peter twirls, just barely avoiding a bullet to the abdomen as the heat of a laser skims past his nose.

“Dammit, Deadpool! That didn’t work the first time, why would you do it again?!”

“I got frustrated.” He holsters his gun, pouting through his mask.

“No more shooting! I have an idea.” He webs himself up onto the ceiling, shifts to the left just in time to avoid a laser to his back, and then scurries toward the far wall.

“What do I do?”

“Don’t move and don’t get hit.”

“Those are very contradictory instructions! What if I need to move to avoid getting hit? I don’t think you thought this through.”

He growls under his breath. Yeah he didn’t think this through alright. He should have left Deadpool on that rooftop and cleaned up this mess on his own.

“Just stay where I can find you!”

“Where you can find—,”

Only a few feet remain between him and the wall when his Spidey sense warns him to dodge. He leaps forward, avoids the deadly beam, and latches onto the electrical box hanging on the wall. Another flare from his Spidey sense has him dropping to the floor and throwing his arms over his head.

The laser beam collides with the electrical box.

Bang! The box explodes in a flare of green light and then the room goes dark. Hesitantly, he gets to his feet and breaths a sigh of relief.

“Uh, Webs?”

A laser fires from the Death-Ray-Inator, the red beam illuminating the white of the eyes on Deadpool’s mask before slamming into his chest and knocking him off his feet.

“Shit!” Peter stumbles over an overturned table, scrambling to get back across the pitch-black room where he left Deadpool. “‘Pool?”

“Still alive,” Deadpool wheezes. “Fuck, that smarts. Not much of a death ray though, huh?”

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#i am physically restraining myself from oversharing #lemon boy #i failed to restrain myself from oversharing #but i managed to curve it into a different fic so it's all good #seriously tho thanks for sending this <333 even if you don't like spideypool lol #spideypool #fic rec #shameless self promo

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felicityphoenix5 · 2 years

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For the Weird Questions with Writers ask game, maybe... 6, 7, 10, 16, & 18 (you pick the passage)?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? That I'll never fulfill my ideas and visions for the stories I want to tell, that I'll be on my deathbed furiously typing away on my computer and cursing my younger self for not doing this when she had the chance as I take my last breath and leave this mortal plane... N E WAYS-

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? The Validation!! Knowing that someone, somewhere out in the world liked the crap I wrote, knowing that it was good enough they cared enough to take time out of their day to read it! Before I published something on Ao3 I really thought everyone was exaggerating about the pure ecstasy you get when that happens.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? The most cringey warrior cats fanfiction ever that I wrote with my friend in grade 4- besides my many, many WIPs?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? Oh jeez. When have I ever even used an actual bookmark... hmmm, probably myself? Like my finger or hand? I really just grab the closest thing that can fit between the page lol

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. *flappy hands* THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS QUESTION-

My com buzzes again, more insistently this time. I sigh, closing the chest lid behind me as I reach for it. I wonder what bonkers scheme the rest of the server is up to, though it's probably just an advertisement for something. It’s always advertising these days. I look down at the com screen, expecting to see a generic clickbait message for a new minigame or quest. Instead, my eyes go wide as the universally recognizable symbol of the Devs flashes in white on the screen. …What. The actual hels.

I close my eyes for a moment, squeezing them shut before tentatively looking back at the screen, half convinced I imagined the infamous stamp of Mojang. Mojang. Contacting me. Okay. Okay! That’s normal. This is fine.

My claw hovers over the slowly rotating symbol, hesitating before I take a deep breath and tap it. Soft music and the low murmur of voices comes out of my com’s speaker and I quickly grab my headphones to hear it better. I make a mental note to get my speaker fixed.

My com displays a sky blue background with the words MINECRAFT NOW front and center. Underneath that is a countdown clock ticking away slowly from 640 ticks and black text reading “NOT ACTUALLY STARTING NOW. BUT VERY SOON!”.

OKAYOKAYOKAY so- This is from my latest WIP called "And Now, The Universe" which is basically two of my Minecraft OCs watching the first episode of Minecraft NOW. It popped into my head after I watched the April episode and thought about my headcanons for how Mojang works and how Players see them in-universe (and that is a whole 'nother fic WIP-) and BAM. Quirky all-powerful pantheon of Deities; Mojang + Iskall85 deciding to livestream to show their Players what they're working on!!!! I am so excited to write the rest of this Andi you have no idea- *vibrating*

Oh right the backstory heh: This takes place in one of the houses on the Hive, a Bedrock minigame server. Since the Hive is the biggest Bedrock server(?) and it has houses, I headcanon it to be a sort of hub for Players, a pit-stop between worlds. Since some Players need to stay here for longer, be it because of an injury, banishment or simply a place to crash for a night, the Admins offer open housing to those who need it. All they ask is that you a) aren't a prick to your housemates and other server members and b) you play at least one Hive game every two days of your stay. The POV, Calliope (who actually has another fic about her! Also WIP), is staying there with her roommate (name pending) while her friend sets up a server for their friends.

Thank you for asking <;3

#ask #ask game #ask game answers #gosh i wanna write now #thank you for the motivation :DDDD #the mutual ask tag

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a-space-to-take-a-breath · 4 months

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Journal 3: Apathy & Loneliness

12-19-2023

Apathy

I have been struggling to feel anything short of apathy chopped up by brief intense bursts of emotion when I’m not around others the last month or so. It seems to be getting worse too. And I’m not sure if it’s seasonal effective disorder or what but I’ve been really struggling with executive dysfunction. My dishes have been half or not done for the last month. I will do just enough work to make them not gross, no food that could rot, make sure there’s no standing water or things that could mold and then I *REALLY* struggle to move beyond that without outside pressure. So it’s like a tidy pile of dirty dishes that shifts and moves slightly as I Theseus’ Ship my way through the pile. Incredible.

You can really copy paste that same sort of vibe onto other things: vacuuming, cleaning, dusting, laundry. All minimal effort put in to keep a safe mostly tidy living space. I don’t understand why my brain works this way. It’s not like I’ve been doing anything in my free time, I have no motivation, desire or drive to really do much. And I have a strong desire to fix these things but it’s like I have an incredible mental block every time I try to get up and do the dishes, or throw my laundry in a basket. Why? Why can’t I just fucking fold my laundry. Or run another load. Or wash some dishes while my rice cooks rather than write this stupid fucking journal entry. I’m so fucking angry with my own inability to just function like a normal person, I don’t get it.

Instead of doing most anything productive I instead sit down at my computer, stare at it for a bit. Maybe watch something for a bit, fail to get engaged, open a game, immediately feel a wave of… I’m not sure… sadness, depression, a feeling like I’m wasting my life away? What am I doing? Why am I here? What is the point of me being on this stupid fucking planet if I’m going to go work a brain dead job for 9 hours with a 1.5 hour commute both ways. Then do absolutely nothing to work against the litany of horrors that exist here? I look at my boss, my coworkers, even some of my friends and I feel overwhelming despair. Some of them seem like they are just biding their time until they die. I don’t want to be that. But how do I change? **How** do I do better? Do I sell everything I own and move to a low cost of living country? Go to work for change? Do I switch careers into non profits working for sustainability? Do I quit my job, get some roommates and throw myself into politics? I don’t know. It all feels so fraught. And there’s no easy answer. I’ve never had a mentor, never had an older person who was willing to take me under their wing in any meaningful way and truly help me. And I yearn for someone to lean on in this respect. Guidance.

Loneliness

I recently lost one of my closest friends. He’s still alive but the friendship slowly deteriorated and now snapped. I still have close friends. But I don’t have many, and they are not near me for the most part. I mentioned this in a previous entry I wrote: I am finally starting to build some level of community here in the city and I have never felt more lonely in my life. Some nights I feel like going somewhere or doing something and my entire being just rejects the idea on some visceral level. There are so many bars, movie theatres, restaurants, shops and other cool places near me. And I just struggle to even explore beyond the lens of my camera.

The era of online community separates and secludes us in ways that are insidious. There’s an illusion of easy community but it is as hard or maybe even harder to build it to a level where it fulfills to any similar level as in person community does. This is the struggle I find myself in, as I work to distance myself from virtual communities and find or build connections and community with those around me. But it comes back to the same problem as before, everyone else also works, they have their own lives and priorities. And community is often not one of them in America. Maybe it’s just becoming time for me to leave this country.

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herdeerpolice · 2 years

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Weird questions for writers

1 default

2 I could and have and by pen

3 it's not cursed, after I get my house cleaned.

4 personal

5 no, I don't believe in superstition

6 nothing

7 I make myself laugh alot

8 I get joy from it

9 yes, everyone should, personally with my dad who passed away.

10 no

11 I never heard of that before.

If I did, ruthless, no, I am a realist

And if I was a assassin the people I have killed knew better in the beginning not to piss me off.

If they're stupid enough to go there then it's they're own fault.

I co wrote a thriller with a friend of mine and she was the bad guys and I killed them off one by one.

She loved playing the devils advocate

With me. If you will.

12 to be a best seller, to spell better, to write faster.

13 personal stuff, made up stuff.

14 never

I tell them hey this is a good book you should buy it

15 I always write in the margins

Ear mark my pages sometimes

No, book might get dropped in the tub

Get wet

Not my job to judge anyone

I don't know who you are so no

Till I know who you are

16 chewing gum wrapper

17 I am literally in the middle of a God father situation with romance

She's young and takes over the family business

She takes no one's shit

She was trained by the original God father her grandfather to run the family business

Because she's Italian full-blooded and can be cold as ice with no remorse for anything

Her grandpa taught her how to be cold and not to give a f.

Her most inner feelings will never make it in the txt because it makes her soft

18 how someone tried to kill her husband and she put a bullet through his head with out a second thought about it

Me, I am extremely protective about the people that I love and I don't like for anyone to hurt my family

Especially when it's the love of my life then anyone who knows me knows better than to cross that line with me

Not to often will I put myself in my own writings but this one there's no way around it

I just sit at the desk and computer and let my imagination run wild and it does.

It's changed because of her never being in love but when she sees him she is married to the asshole of the world.

She never crossed the line to cheating but it's crossed her mind a lot.

I got sick of her exx husband and her second husband and kill them off.

She had a boyfriend before marriage and she needed them gone.

So the boyfriend was the drunk driver who hit her stupid excuse for a husband and they both died in the world the same wreck instantly.

Then she could be with her love of her life.

I don't understand the last thing your asking.

19 it's easier to get things done and out of the way when you are writing from the God Father Era.

You don't need much emotions or heart to kill off the bad people in the story.

Bumps along the way?

Kinda, because I would want something else to happen during the middle of a new chapter and thinking about how to get there.

It's usually making the character that you want gone to become unhappy with their life and write them out that way.

Let's say I am the lady God Father and now I am finally happy. I plan on showing her husband running more of the family business and I don't know right now.

20 I choose the love of my life.

21 no,I am a writer from the heart and its in my blood.

22 not organized at all fly by the seat of my pants 24/7. Okay, a printer to print out everything then organize t he chapters. I don't use I cloud or anything. Write print oh, I copy my writings on cds. That's all.

23 I sit at my desk and lean back in my chair and it's quite and there's a dog and a puppy running around me all of the time.

I have a fan on low for the soft sound it makes for me to have something to listen to.

Or a good movie playing over and over again for background noise.

I don't like too much quite, I am adhd and and add. To much quite will make me goofy.

So, I also have a small lizard in a cage with a light and I watch it climbing all over the place.

It eats crickets and I was thinking about how do I get rid of the husband

And I seen the cricket eat the victim.

I don't want to eat the victim so I killed him in a wreck.

So, the lizard gives me inspiration and the dogs too.

24 no prep work at all, don't have the patience for it.

25 I don't know right now

26 I was raised with brothers and their friends and we were teenagers we played like the mob the God father and we used water guns and our dads ties to dress up kinda . I remember those days and laugh and I use my oldest step sisters love life to write from because it's drama central.

She's about 10 years older than me.

Not really, what you guys are reading is different from the reality of it. Plot twist and I am usually laughing my ass off.

My mom is very elderly but she hears me laughing and I will be busting up laughing and she'll say what is so funny. I tell her that I am writing about her because she has dementia and stays lost in her mind.

She smiles and asks me what did I do to day in your story thats if she remembers that day.

27 I am literally always fighting for the underdog and I battle for their rights and place in this world.

The news is always full of negative crap so I think about something and revamp it and that's stressful.

28 my character Vince, a sweetheart of a man and works for the lady who is running the family businesses and he loves her so much.

He's street smart and educated and down to earth. He's what I would call the perfect man for me.

You can write anyway you want to and I created a mob character call him a bodyguard who has a heart of gold yet as I put it he's sexx on a stick and more. He's loving and able to drop you in a heart best with out a second thought to it.

He's good with his gun and I need to write more about that to.

Just the perfect man for me tho.

29 everything and anything.

The life experiences and sometimes from the neighbors and childhood fights . I use beat up my oldest brother and it would piss him off.

Go smoke a cigarette and drink a soda and sit on the porch while watching the birds in the air and other animals. L

30 no.

Dreams are to personal for me.

No I have woken up and thought that last piece sucks and I rewrote it tho.

31 a short love letter 💌 to my readers

Dearest one,

Thank you for loving my writings and reading them. It makes me happy to know that your enjoying my work.

I know since you keep reading my writings and in boxing me about how much you really liked a certain piece it makes your day.

Truly, I have taken the time out to ask myself if the reader would like this or not.

And purposely put crazy funny stuff in my writings just for you.

Thanks alot for all of the in box support.

Much love ❤

32 I actually accidentally ran across it

It's not mine so I can't put it out there but it's beautiful and intense.

I think about it all of the time.

Especially when I need to feel better When my day is going slow.

33 i draw on canvas and paint.

I stil suck at painting tho.

I wood burn and I really love that.

It doesn't doesn't tie into my writing at all.

34 none

35 writing rules suck.

If you're going to coddle your readers then you are boring.

I break most all of the rules and do as i please and have ton of readers.

Readers don't want to be put to sleep they're reading for several reasons.

Get away from there every day life.

To laugh and smile.

To get a thrill from reality

Why let them down for

36 that's terrible to tell people

Create is what I tell people

Open up your imagination and run with it

I am bored as shit with what I have to do everyday

I want to be sat free to roam every corner of my mind and heart

Create damn it

Forget about what they tell you

They're already rich and don't have a clue about what they are fucking talking about

Money isn't everything

But writing about what I know

One I can do my job in my sleep

Not because it's easy or boring

But I know it all too well

I want new and exciting

USE YOUR BEAUTIFUL MIND AND IMAGINATION THAT GOD GAVE YOU.

Then learn how to edit your work

I am sloppy on here but my lady friend edits my work for me and I take her on a small shopping trip and pay her back that way

37 that I was not boring and I had a great vivid imagination.

38 I usually start on my desk top but end up on my phone in my recliner writing .

I am more comfortable reclined back in my chair.

I get my best work done in my recliner.

39 my Vince, my favorite character of all. I love to write about my Vince.

40 a poem for you

A RED RED ROSE

Robert Burns

O my luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June;

O my luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

O I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only luve,

And fare thee weel, awhile !

And I will come again my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.

The lyrics by Scotland"s greatest poet breaths life into a series of smiles that sounds as natural as a song, and as sincere as a prayer.

On page 7

The 100 best love poems of all time.

Edited by

Leslie Pockell

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

I’m so sorry it took me actually forever to reply to you. But I really hope you like this and it was somewhat worth the wait;; I tried really hard but ty for liking my Xiao content and yes! Let’s be absolute trash for Xiao. In this house we only believe in Xiao supremacy 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9: String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10: [ Fainting ]

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Childe Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

Considering how many more Xiao fics I need to write. This semi part link might not be a good idea lol. Also let’s ignore if I wrote in a kiss in a previous post haha.

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover@youaskedfurret @snowy224

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

When you and Xiao first got together. It was a slow and steady process of learning each other boundaries and what felt comfortable. Xiao knew he was a difficult partner but you loved him and even becoming his friend was a slow and worthwhile adventure. It started off small leading from small handholding, to cuddling, to showing each other affection. But the one area that you both weren’t familiar in was kisses. He was an isolated adepti and you were an adventurer. You didn’t have any experience in being kissed and Xiao sure as hell didn’t either. Plus it was a lot more intimate and nerve wracking compared to holding hands and that was an hard hill to tackle in itself.

You didn’t mind that he wasn’t comfortable with initiating affection or never went in or talked about kisses. You were just happy that he was by your side and that your love was reciprocated. That he was comfortable in your presence and seemed content in your arms. It still made you a bit giddy when you reflected on how far you both came and that was enough for you. Xiao, on the other hand, couldn’t exactly say the same. While he was happy and he was content, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe your relationship was too one-sided? He knew that you were comfortable and okay with waiting for him to work out his issues and figuring out how to love again but he also really wanted to do more. He just wasn’t sure how to start.

It suddenly dawned on him one day when he saw you off on your next journey, that he had never really kissed you. Even a small goodbye kiss. It was usually you initiating affection or giving words of love and you always told him that it didn’t matter if he said it or not. His actions said more which always made him flush a bit. But on slow and quiet days where you were off on another adventure and Liyue was calm, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you. To your face, your bright eyes that would light up whenever you talked about the interesting sights you saw on your journey, the curve of your nose whenever he tapped it when you started to ramble on to much, your lips and how they would spread into a soft smile when it was just the two of you.

Xiao quickly flipped himself up into a sitting position and groaned into his hands. What was happening to him? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind again. He’s been going out a lot since he met you. He had faced an army of demons and fought in a war and yet this felt like the hardest challenge of his entire thousand year long life. He could almost hear Guizhong’s laughter at his predicament and her words of wisdom saying to take whatever problem he had and face it head on. Just without his spear. The spear needs to stay home.

So the next time you visited Wangshu Inn he asked for you to close your eyes. You complied but you were surprised, sitting by the railing facing Liyue up on the balcony. Was he going to gift you something? This was the first time he asked you to close your eyes but you trusted him. You could almost feel the anxiety waving off Xiao so you kept quiet and patient and waited for him to be ready.

He was ready. He could do this. You weren’t even looking at him so what was there to be worried about? He slowly leaned in, just hovering above your lips. But then he leaned back a bit, flushing red. He nearly chewed his lip before stopping since you probably didn’t want to taste blood. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready or he thought that you would hate it, he was just nervous in messing up. What if his accidently transformed? What if he accidently pushed you off the railing? Even worse, what if someone showed up and saw you both like this?

Turns out he didn’t need to worry. Somewhat. Zhongli, who Xiao knew now was actually Rex Lapis in disguise, made a sudden appearance behind him. The whiplash of suddenly seeing his Master, the nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach, and pep talk Xiao was trying to pound into his mind made him suddenly lurch forward and kiss you deeply. A bit too deeply as his little fangs nipped at your bottom lip.

“Zhongli!?”

“Rex Lapis?!”

You both quickly broke apart as your eyes flew open when you heard the man but also surprise at the sudden but, not completely unpleasant, pain and pressure on your lips. You could almost see the soul leave Xiao’s body when he spun around to see the surprised Zhongli. It was silent for a moment, all three of you just staring at each other. You were still processing what the hell just happened, Xiao was trying to find a way to astral project, and Zhongli was computing the fact that yes, the ever grumpy and “don’t touch me” yaksha both had a lover and was in the middle of...courting.

“Oh. My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were both occupied. I shall take my leave and visit another day then.” Zhongli simply nodded and left before you or Xiao could say anything. You both stared at the empty figure of where Zhongli was before you started to burst into laughter at the situation. You really felt bad, you did honestly, but with all the overwhelming emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m...sorry. I didn’t know he was going to visit today,” Xiao muttered as he pressed his hand into his face and groaned at the embarrassing moment. You could see the tips of his ears were getting redder by the second which made you chuckle. For such a fearsome Yaksha he was really cute sometimes.

“It’s okay Xiao. I don’t mind. But are you alright?” you stifled the last of your giggles and reached out to pull him closer and remove his hand from his red face before cupping his cheek. He huffed but leaned into your hand. He really was sometimes like a cat.

“Are you hurt? Was I...too forward?” Xiao asked but he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. The floor was very interesting this afternoon. Wood was nice. Wood was good.

“No! It was...nice,” you answered, starting to go a bit pink yourself now before you felt a stinging pain in the corner of your lip, “Ah. I think you might accidently bit my lip though.”

“I see,” Xiao was now looking at you with his piercing eyes as he watched your small pink tongue brush over the corner of your bottom lip. His attention began to focus on that small part as the world seem to narrow down. Just the two of you. But unlike when you both would lie on top of the inn and watch the sun go down he felt hungry.

“Do you-”

Before you could ask anything Xiao suddenly pounced and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He took you by surprise but you quickly recovered as you gripped the purple ribbon on his back and yanked him forward as his hands slammed against the railing, trapping you. You felt his tongue press against your lips as you slowly opened them to let him in. It was overwhelming and you were sure if you hadn’t been grabbing onto the purple ribbon you would have fell over but then a sudden deep rumble snapped you out of your trance.

“Xiao? Are you...Are you purring?” you giggled when you got a tiny but of separation from the lack of air but he frowned at you, really it looked more like a pout, before leaning over once again. Just barely brushing over your lips as he whispered

“Meow”

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This isn’t even OOC anymore. I feel like I’m writing a fucking k-drama right now, what am I doing anymore? English? Huh? I do not compute.

I’ve just awakened something in me with Cat! Xiao and I am flying with it (and casually ignoring lore. Isn’t he a bird?). Heading straight for the stratosphere and you cannot stop me. Just gonna hide away in shame now don’t look at me.

Okay. Time to commit sleep for uh 2 hours lol. I’m really tired but I feel kinda proud of myself haha. Tomorrow’s fics are going to be Venti, Lisa and Diluc pairing, and Venti and Barbara pairing. Good night!

Oh, and yes there is a lot more Xiao content to come and uhh might continue this cat!xiao idea. Unless that’s too weird. I’m sorry don’t shame me pls 😰

my god tumble just work. i dont want to deal with you and your tags.

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atsumiye · 3 years

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drunk dial

- atsumu x reader

a/n: i wrote this on a plane and didn’t read over it lol also someone pls take away my computer so ill stop writing about atsumu all the time

its 4 am. you know this because after hours of tossing and turning, checking your phone and scrolling through countless social media apps, you've managed to finally fall asleep.

that was until your ringtone woke you up from your 5 minutes of sleep. and if that wasn't enough to wake you up, then one quick glance at the contact name sure was. its been about 3 weeks? maybe 4, you aren't really sure. you’ve spent most of your time by yourself and not leaving from your apartment much kind of makes time feel like a blur.

you take a deep breath before picking up the phone, sliding across the screen and placing the phone up to your ear. you hear heavy breathing and music so loud you can feel the vibrations in your chest.

"can i come see you?" its hard to catch but you hear it just fine. he sniffles a few times before adding a small "please?" and despite your better judgement you whisper back, "of course."

and in less then 10 minutes, he comes knocking at your door. he's shivering as you answer the door, his jacket is missing despite the cold temperature and one of his shoes are half put on, laces untied on both. he reeks of alcohol, which would explain the loud club music and allows you to make the connection to why he even called in the first place.

pulling on his sleeve you drag him to your bedroom, helping him to completely take off his shoes. he stumbles in and drops down onto your bed as you ask, "so..." there's a long pause. one in which you hope he would explain himself, but he just stares at you as if he is memorizing every detail on your face. "what are you doing here miya?"

you hear his wince at your question, "don' call me that. 'm tsumu."

you help him slide under the blanket, "okay tsumu, what are you doing in my apartment at 4 am drunk?"

you tuck the blanket under his chin then sit down at the edge of your bed. he turns to lay on his side to face you, "can i get some water?"

you stand up and bring him the glass of water, "are you going to answer me?", you take the empty glass from him to place it on the night stand. he snuggles into the pillow while pulling the blanket up more.

"i miss ya." his lips start to form a pout, the same one he pulled when you said no to the volleyball printed bed sheets. and he knows you cant resist it, because you both left that evening with necessities and the bed sheet set. the same one that's tucked neatly under your bed. and at that moment you thank whatever higher power is up there that you changed the sheets to new ones instead of the volleyball ones yesterday.

"and who is at fault for that?" you brush his bangs back as you convinced yourself you can have this just one more time. you tell yourself he wont remember this night anyway.

"'m sorry. 'm stupid for ever thinkin' i could be without ya. and for putting everythin' above ya. and for breaking up with ya. 'm really really sorry y/n." he pulls his hand out from under the blanket to hold yours. he interlocks your fingers and looks to you for an answer.

"how come you only apologize when you're drunk? you broke my heart tsum." you turn your head to look at the wall, your eyes landing on the photo of the two of you that you never had the heart to take down.

"baby, i love ya. still." he sits up a bit, trying to meet your eyes.

"i know tsumu."

"do ya still love me?"

you turn to meet his eyes and bring your other hand to brush through his hair. atsumu tore your heart to pieces a few weeks ago, but as you sit there, fingers interlocked, staring into his warm honey eyes, you know your answer. you place a small kiss onto his forehead as you help him get back into your bed. smiling down at him you rub his cheek with your thumb and you whisper,

"always. i could never stop loving you."

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief.

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow.

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.”

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door.

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word.

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!”

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed.

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice.

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully.

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.”

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face.

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed.

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed.

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!”

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk.

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused.

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned.

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago.

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders.

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit.

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

“Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

“I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off.

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck.

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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