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thatanimeramenchick · 3 months

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Yandere Vox x Secretary Reader Pt. 2

Eh, what have you guys done to me. I swear, we Vox fangirls are the thirstiest on the internet right now. Also, officially, I’m making this a three part series, but that’s it. So much for a oneshot. I'll make a title for this series, eventually. Also, if you want to be tagged, please put your age in your bio.

Part One - Part Three

Triggers: Dubcon-y vibes in scenes. Violence and threatening. Read responsibly, stuff is gonna get a little dark this chapter.

Word count: 3,142

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Vox thought you looked perfect. For once, you were wearing something decent that he bought you instead of one of the plain outfits from before you had moved in. Somehow, you had been convinced to put on actual jewelry and makeup as well. The only flaw you held was the dirty look on your face, which you refused to face towards him directly, and it only got dirtier as you downed more and more wine.

“You know, you could at least attempt to have a good time after all the effort I put into this evening,” he said, “You haven’t even touched your food.”

“Not hungry,” you said, voice ice cold. It always was nowadays.

“If you’re not in the mood for dinner, we could watch a new production I oversaw,” he said, “I think you’d enjoy it.”

You snort at that.

“I’d rather listen to Alastor’s radio program than watch any of the hot trash your production company creates,” you said.

“I’m sorry? What was that?” he said, putting a warning hint into his tone.

“You heard me,” you said, “I’ve gotta say for someone supposedly so modern, you’re still just an old man. Alastor is what? Like twenty years older than you? And you think he’s elderly? You’re practically a decrepit bygone as well. You think anyone gives a shit about cable nowadays? At least Alastor has the decency to make stuff with class and not just forgettable, cheap cash grabs.”

Against his will, he felt a circuit spurt. His hand clenched around the glass and slammed it onto the table, causing you to jump. A small noise left your mouth, as panicked as the look in your eyes was now. You looked like you knew that you had pushed a little more than you probably should have.

“You know what?” he hissed, “You think you can just talk to me like that? Fine. You wanna play rough with me? Well guess what, I’m going to fuck that bad attitude right out of you!”

“Excuse me???”

You didn’t even look scared at that just shocked and baffled, as if that had been the last thing you had expected to hear.

“You heard me!” he grabbed you by your shoulders and shoved you flat onto the couch, “I’m sick of you fighting me. Well, you’re not going to after this.”

“W-wait, Vox, stop-”

He smashed his lips to yours, purposefully being harsh, biting you when you tried to keep your mouth closed. When you attempted to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin rough enough where he knew it would leave a mark before kissing you harder. You pounded your fist against his chest, but he ignored it, straddling you. He eventually used his other hand to grab your wrist and push it into the couch.

He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point in your struggle something shifted in the air. Changed. You had finally stopped fighting, slowly wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing him back. It was heavenly, you finally submitting to him. Yes, yes, yes… He paused to look you in the eyes, to see your timid gaze and red face. There was still a look of anger glazed across your features, but it was fading. He brought his hand up to play at the buttons on your blouse. You looked at each other for a second longer before you initiated a kiss for once, using the arm around his neck to pull him close. Your tongue felt so hot, so right, as if your body was as electric as his own and-

Vox gasped, a spark running through his head. He woke up alone in bed, a literal hot mess. He felt like his head was overheating, running a million miles a minute, despite the fact that he should feel cold from sleep. Mixing this with the slick sweat and fluid he was covered in, it was an uncomfortable feeling. Groping for the robe hanging next to his bed, he climbed out. What a dream. He needed a second to wire down from that before trying to go back to sleep.

He picked up his phone and opened it to check on you. The camera in your room showed you curled up on your mattress, blanket half off your body and arms wrapped around one of your pillows. It pressed into your dozing face, which held a peaceful, relaxed look that he rarely saw now that you had decided to go to war with him. His finger absently stroked your image on the screen.

Why did you have to be so difficult? He didn’t know what had been the powder keg that had kicked off your little rebellion, but whatever it was, all his attempts to nip it in the bud had made you more temperamental. Clearly his irritation with your behavior had seeped into his mind enough to create some… darker fantasies deep in his sleeping subconscious.

He shook his head. It was just a dream. It didn’t mean anything.

Besides, he already had been thinking about what to do next, to give you that little push you needed to be more agreeable.

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Later that day he scoffed at how ridiculous his own morbid imagination was. The idea of you dressed all pimped up like one of Valentino’s whores. You barely got out of bed nowadays. If he was being honest, your imprisonment had caused your mood to swing between defiant temper tantrums and a hopelessly depressed sloth. Today, you were in the latter mood, still in pajamas that he swore you were wearing two days ago, lying on the couch and mindlessly eating as you watched some random reality show.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said, trying to sound pleasant, “Looks like you’ve had a relaxing day.”

You glance at him for a second before looking back at the television. The blanket is pulled tighter around you, as if you were trying to hide any inch of yourself from him. Ever since his last attempt at showing his affection had ended in you headbutting him – hard – you had been particularly prickly at even the slightest hint that he might want to touch you.

“What do you want, asshole?” you said, voice lacking emotion.

Charming as always.

“Well, dearest, I was thinking. Now that you’ve had some time to think things over, I was hoping we could finally come to an agreement that would make us both happy,” he said.

“I highly doubt that’s possible,” you said.

He sat beside you, which caused you to curl your legs in tighter. You inch up on the arm a little, as if to sit as far away from him as possible without having to actually put any effort into getting up.

“We both have something that the other person wants, something that could be easily settled with a written contract,” Vox said, “You would like to be allowed to roam around this cesspool of a city and I-”

“Let me guess, it includes a whole paragraph about me never leaving your sight as well as a clause about how often you get to stick yourself in my various orifices?” you grumbled.

“You’re so melodramatic sometimes,” he said, “You always assuming the worst about people, F/N. Makes me wonder if you were double crossed a lot in your previous life.”

You don’t even respond to this, just continue to stare ahead. He’d noticed that lately you’ve been avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t sure how much you had figured out about his abilities, but you seemed to have pieced enough together that the more you avoided his eyes, the less direct influence he had on you at the moment. He was sure that it was one of the many reasons you were so moody lately; you stubbornly refused to be soothed by him. Regardless, whether you were trying to avoid his hypnotic gaze or not, it’s no matter. It’s not like you’re going to be able to avoid the overall influence he has over this city, especially if you spend your free time watching television he’s created.

“It’s rather tame, considering the situation you’re in. Contract or not, it’s not like you’re going to be going anywhere anytime soon,” he continued, “You’re lucky I care for you as much as I do, trying to work with you like this.”

“Hooray for me,” you said.

You really were a brat sometimes. Vox at times wondered if it was because he was too soft on you, and you didn’t realize the amount of actual power he held over you. Either that or you just didn’t care anymore. Whatever. It was all big talk because at the end of the day, you both knew you couldn’t do anything about your situation.

“You already have lots of benefits, which you would retain. Nice apartment, clothes, up to date tech. Besides that, you can come and go regularly, as long as you’re back here within twenty-four from when you last left. You can do whatever you want during that time. You also would be working for me a minimum of forty hours a week, with the occasional granted vacation at my discretion. That’s pretty much it, along with you occasionally being cooperative with my… desires,” he said, “So you’d have plenty of time to yourself. I didn’t put in anything that would force you to do anything too unsavory with me.”

Though he certainly would have liked to be more pushy in that department, he knew going too far could result in the kind of hate fueled relationship Valentino and Angel Dust shared. He honestly didn’t have the energy to have that much drama in his own life. Good night, he could hardly handle the drama that was in his life now. Besides, he was sure you’d come around willingly, even if it took a few centuries.

You glared at him as he finished speaking, as if to say, how generous of you.

From inside his vest, he pulls out the contract and holds it out to you.

“So, we have a deal?” he asked.

You sit up and take the paper, still avoiding his eyes. You seem to be reading it over, though your hold on it is lazy.

“… This still says you can fuck me at least once a week if you want to, or else I’m not allowed to leave the building,” you said, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to notice shit like that?”

He laughed a bit awkwardly.

“I mean, I did say I would like you to be at least a little cooperative,” he said, crossing his legs, “We could wait a little while if you’d like. I mean, you’d still have more freedom than you do now, even with that minuscule restriction. You should know by now that I’m a patient man.”

You stare at it again, forehead wrinkled.

“You know what… I see where you’re coming from,” you said, finally making eye contact, “Tic for tac, eh?”

“That’s a crude way for you to put it,” he said.

You shrug.

“Crude or not, it’s the truth,” you said, a sardonic smirk appearing on your face, “You want me to give a little to get a little.”

Before he could say anything you hold up your hands with more energy than he’s seen you have in days.

“No, no, no! I understand. I’ve been in hell long enough to know how people like you work. I get where you’re coming from, I really do. I’m not stupid! So trust me, I’m being completely serious when I say that I think you should take this lovely contract of yours and shove it up your glowing blue ass!” you ripped it in half on the last word, your smile still present but a nasty look in your eyes.

Vox felt his eye twitch as you continued to smirk at him, tossing the paper at him like you would throw trash across the room. You then lie back down and turn back to the TV, ignoring him again as if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened at all. Though you were attempting to pull your face back into the blank expression of earlier, he could see in your eyes a mixture of emotion, rage, yes, but also a certain smugness. What, did you really think you were tough shit for mouthing off to him like that?

He felt like his head was going to explode. Before he even registered how he was reacting, he had grabbed you by the hair and was pulled you back over.

“Ow! What the hell are you doing, Vox?” you yelled, the smug look gone from your eyes, “You’re hurting me!”

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you? I’m trying to be generous to you because I actually like you, but you know what? I’ve clearly spoiled you rotten already!” he fumed.

He was practically seeing red as he dragged you over, causing you to yelp. You try to kick him, but he only grabs onto your ankle and pulls you closer to him, spinning you around so that you were pressed against the back of the couch, his arms on either side of you. His fingers are still gripping your hair, forcing you to turn your head towards him.

“You know, you’re right, who needs a contract?” he said, “I can do whatever the hell I want with you, and what are you going to do about it?”

Your voice cracked as you attempted to speak, but he didn’t pay any attention to what you were trying to say. He could feel his systems overloading with the amount of rage he was feeling, shouting over you.

“I hope you like the view from up here, because you’re staying here for the rest of your miserable eternal exist. You can work and live here 24/7,” he said, “Anything else we should change in the arrangement? You didn’t like the idea of fucking me once a week? Fine by me. Why not once a day? Twice a day? Every hour? Would you like that better? Huh? Answer me!”

As he finished speaking, he finally heard what you were saying, “-m sorry! I’m sorry, please, stop!

As he heard your pleading, he felt himself being brought back down to earth. While his rage was still present, your begging brought him back to reality, and it was finally registering how upset you were. Hysterical. Terrified. You were sobbing, more afraid of him than he had ever seen you, even on the worst days of your fighting.

“D-d-don’t hurt me. I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!”

He released your hair with a rapid exhale, and you automatically moved your head away from him, arms shielding your face. Shaking, it was sinking in just emotionally distraught you were, as well as the damage he had done to the couch. He hadn’t even noticed he had been digging his claws into the polyester, a row of gnashes beside your head. The situation was completely getting out of control. He pushed himself off of you and turned away. He didn’t even say anything, just left the room and went through the wires to his office. His head was overheating, and he was going to crash at this rate if he didn’t calm down.

Damn it! He hated how out of control you made him feel. It was pathetic. There was only one other person he could think of that made him get near as frustrated as he was feeling with you at the moment. He wasn’t the kind to act out, and here he was acting almost as ridiculous as his business partner did. The only saving grace was that Vox at least tried to keep his infatuation as quiet and private as possible.

It was more than his emotional irregularity though. The fact that he felt this way at all about you was humiliating. Affection, fondness, it was a weakness, and he knew it. Valentino got away with just having simple lust and taking what he wanted, but genuine affection demanded gentleness and tenderness. It was beyond him just not being able to do as he pleased with you, he didn’t want to. He wanted you to come to him willingly. It was the thing holding him back from just hypnotizing you into his arms or using a “love” potion, and now he had probably set any progress towards your affection back significantly.

He rubbed his forehead, which was starting to cool down a little. What was going on up there? He was going to end up doing something rash, something he regretted, if he didn’t get things under control and under control fast. Something needed to be done, but he didn’t know what. Nothing had gone how he had wanted it to. He would need to rethink his approach.

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You spent a long time shaking on the couch, arms and blanket wrapped around you, crying. You were an idiot. Clearly your brain was turning to mush just sitting around the house all day. Did you actually think you’d be able to get away with speaking like that to an Overlord of Hell?

There had to be a way out of this place. Had to. But the more you thought about it, the more impossible it felt. Even if you did manage to get out of the building in one piece, Vox had this entire city under constant watch. Every corner of Pentagram City was crawling with his tech and media. It would take minutes if not seconds for him to find you and bring you back by force. At this point, maybe you should just sign a contract with the douchebag. Surely, he’d get bored of you eventually, right? Maybe if you got lucky he’d even get killed off one of these days in an extermination, and you’d be off the hook completely.

But how long would that take? Decades? A century or two? What if he never tired of you? Eternal death or not, you didn’t want to spend that much time living and sleeping with some psycho you hated. No. That wasn’t an option. You weren’t going to do that. But what then? You had thought he was going to literally rip your head off just a few minutes ago for telling him no. You were pretty sure things weren’t going to get less volatile around here if you kept rejecting him.

You wiped at your tear soaked face with a tissue and tossed it across the room. It’s light material just sent it floating to the ground though. It looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Damn it,” you cursed, smashing your head into a throw pillow and lying back down, “I hate this fucking place.”

#yandere x reader #vox #vox x reader #yandere vox #yandere hazbin hotel #Eh I can't believe I wrote this and actually published it for people to read.

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spence-whore · 11 days

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OMG! imagine a spencer x reader where they are super flirty and the team goes out to the bar and they finally kiss!!!

Late Nights and Long Overdue Conversations

Spencer Agnew x Reader

A/N this is a sort of short one but it’s sweet and simple. i struggle so hard with ranting flirty banter but i also find it so funny because everyone tells me i have a flirty personality. I will be switching back to writing these in the format of using ‘you’ instead of ‘they/them’! I will continue to make these gender fluid friendly for all of my pals though:) also, thank you so much for the support here recently??? I got a notification saying that I reached over 500 likes and that is fucking insane to me. I cannot thank you guys enough for reading these and showing them love<3 i love you guys loads!

Also, remember, I’m ass at editing these. So, overlook the mistakes.

The week had been beyond stressful for everyone. Everyone was constantly in shoots from 7am-7pm, working nonstop. There were photoshoots going on, video shoots, announcements going up for different kinds of merch, literally everything you could think of. It was finally Friday and a few people from the office decided to go out to this bar, that is near the office. Erin, Chanse, Angela, Courtney, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, Shayne, and Y/N all stood on a sidewalk, waiting to enter the bar.

“Is she coming or not?” Chanse asked looking around at everyone.

Amanda had agreed to come as well but somehow disappeared before anyone had the chance to talk to her.

“I’m not sure, shoot her a text and ask.” Angela said looking over at Chanse, who stood between Trevor and Shayne.

“Actually, don’t. I just got a text from her.” Courtney said giggling and holding her phone up. “She says, “Have a great night. Sorry for disappearing but I was ready to get home, get my ass in bed in comfortable pjs, drink some wine, and watch this new true crime documentary I found.” She also sent this picture.” Courtney holds up phone up for everyone to see and everyone just laughs and shakes their head at Courtney. It was a photo of Amanda sitting in bed with a huge wine glass, looking like that stereotypical aunt that is the drunk at family get togethers.

“Hey, Y/N. It looks like you don’t have any competition tonight.” Erin mumbled in your direction while elbowing you and wiggling her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

Everyone looked in your direction and just chuckled. “Amanda is always going on about how attractive Spencer is. Now, you can take her place for the night and tell him yourself.” Erin said, shrugging her shoulders and stepped into the bar with everyone following.

You just tried to brush her comment off but the end of her sentence really stuck with you. “You can just tell him yourself.” Something about Spencer really is hitting differently tonight. He isn’t wearing a hoodie for once. He was wearing a striped short sleeve with a jean jacket and corduroy pants. He always looks adorable whenever he’s wearing comfortable clothing but he just looks really hot tonight.

Everyone grabbed drinks from the bar then split up. Erin, Chanse, Angela, and Courtney took shots then ran to the dance floor while Shayne, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, and you grabbed a table over to the side.

“I just realized, I don’t think I have ever seen you drunk before, Y/N.” Arasha said while watching you take a sip of your margarita. “You’re like the shy, reserved type.”

You laughed for a second and shook your head, “That’s a good thing though. I’m a hot mess whenever I’m drunk.”

Spencer immediately jumps into the conversation, “You’re always a hot mess.” He stopped for a minute and just stared at you. “That was supposed to be a compliment or like, you know, calling you hot. I realize though that it comes off as an insult.”

Everyone, including you, lost it over Spencer sticking his foot in his mouth. “I didn’t take it rudely. I guess I know what you mean.” You snorted and took another sip of your margarita. “You’re a hot mess yourself.”

Shayne, Trevor, and Arasha got into their own little conversation, so Spencer turned a little to face you. “I’m shocked you aren’t over there with Erin and Courtney. I’ve noticed in the past you’re always glued to their sides whenever we’ve gone out.”

“As Erin said, I gotta be right here, making sure to constantly just remind you how hot you are.” You said nonchalantly and taking a drink while trying to not smile.

Spencer’s face got red but you didn’t comment on it, you just found it kind of odd. “I mean, I definitely am not complaining if it’s coming from you.”

There was some kind of weird tension in the air between the two of you but you didn’t think twice about it. You were both a little tipsy, so it was probably just the drinks.. right?

You could hear feet come running up beside you and felt hands on your bicep. “Y/N, you have to walk outside with me, Angela, and Erin. We need fresh air but we don’t want to walk outside alooooone.” Courtney whine from beside you.

You just laughed and stood up. “Well, Mr. Agnew, sorry to cut our conversation short but it looks like I have to go for a minute.”

Spencer looks at you dead serious and in the chosen voice says, “I hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.”

Courtney started giggling like crazy and started pulling you towards to door to walk outside, where Angela and Erin were standing. The four of you walk outside and sit on these two benches that were off to the side of the building.

“So, what was that in there?” Erin asked giving you a suggestive look.

You looked at the group confused. “What was what?”

“Y/N, don’t act dumb dude.” Angela said then chuckled loudly. “You know exactly what she’s talking about.”

“I was just having a conversation with Spencer.” You said looking around and avoiding their looks.

“I was just having a conversation with Spencer.” Courtney said in a mocking tone, “You looked like you were practically drooling over him and he was staring at you hard.”

You sat in silence for a minute debating on to comment on it or not but then decided fuck it, the guys aren’t around. This is your opportunity to just talk about it.

“Okay, I might have some feelings for him.” You mumbled covering your face, “I don’t want to talk about it thought because I know he doesn’t feel the same.” You got up from the bench and started pacing.

“What do you mean he doesn’t feel like the same?” Erin asked and was looking at you as if you had two heads.

You stopped in front of the bench, facing the three in front of you. “He totally doesn’t feel the same. He only sees me as a friend.” You paused for a second again before deciding to just spill it all. “Guys, I have it fucking bad. Anytime I come into work, I’m always so excited to just talk to him. I feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush. I always want to be around him. He makes me feel so safe and never makes me feel stupid whenever I go on my hyper-fixation rambles. He’s just so fucking attractive, it gets under my skin. His stupid curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through. Don’t even get me started on his hugs. Anytime he has given me a hug, I just want to stand there in his arms forever. He always smells so good too. I know there’s a running bit that he smells like death sometimes but he has never smelt bad. Oh my god and don’t even get me started on..” You quit rambling realizing all three of the women in front of you look like they’re about to throw up and that’s whenever you feel like there’s someone standing right behind you.

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” You asked, quoting the meme.

“Uh, let’s walk in guys. I’m getting a bit cold.” Erin said standing up alongside Courtney and Angela.

You slowly turned around to face Spencer. “Heeeeey.” You said in defeat and just flopped down on the bench.

“Hey, sorry. If I knew you were confessing your undying love for someone, I would’ve just waited before coming over here.” Spencer said while shrugging his shoulders and sitting down beside you.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You responded glaring at the guy beside you. “You don’t have to act like you don’t know that I was talking about you.”

Spencer looked at you shocked for a minute then just laughed, “Wait, so your whole little confession thing was about me?”

“What all did you hear?” You asked putting your head in your hands.

“I’m not gonna lie, I did figure out it was me whenever you mentioned my ‘curly hair’ and the running bit that Shayne and Amanda joke about on the podcast, about me smelling like death.” He says sinking down a little in his bench.

You turned a little in the bench to face him and just started rambling, “I’m so sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or be around me. Erin just asked me and I just broke and started talking about all of the things-“

Spencer cut you off, “I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

You could feel your heart sinking and you immediately got sick to your stomach till you noticed the smile on his face.

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying because all you could think about is why is he smiling? He hates you now, doesn’t he? He’s never going to trust you again. Your thoughts were cut off by something warm on your face and that’s whenever you snapped out of it. You come to it and realize Spencer has his palms, holding your face.

“You didn’t hear one word I just said, did you?” Spencer asked laughing at you and squishing your face a little in the process.

You shook your head no slowly since his hands were holding your face.

He didn’t say anything. He just leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours. It was like everything froze in that moment.

It took a moment for you to process what had just happened before you leaned forward again and kissed him again quickly.

“Wait, so you do feel the same way?” You asked, staring at Spencer like a child who just found out they were going to Disney World.

“No, I just kiss my friends after they confess their feelings. Of course I do, you dork. We can talk all of this out tomorrow whenever we’re sober alright. Let’s just head back inside and get plastered. Deal?” Spencer said while standing up and offering you his hand.

“Deal, it is quite cold out here.” You responded taking his hand.

He let go of your hand for a moment to take his jean jacket off. He holds his jean jacket out to you and gets this shit eating grin on his face.

“Here, you can wear this. I was getting kind of hot anyways. You can smell it all night since you apparently like to be a little weirdo and smell me.” He says trying to not laugh.

“That’s not what I meant!” You got defensive and tried to explain yourself before you noticed Spencer was silently laughing to himself.

“I was teasing you. Now, let’s head back inside and get bullied by everyone for finally not being wimps and admitting our feelings.”

#spencer agnew x reader #smosh x reader #spencer agnew fluff #spencer agnew imagines #smosh imagine

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dozing-marshmallow · 8 months

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Pls i NEED more Chris McLean x reader. I NEED😭🙏 ive read everything of him on here😓

So pretty please something like chris mclean x wife reader and like, the whole tdi cast gets to meet her bc they didnt believe that Chris had a wife at first?😇

TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I feel the exact same way😫 I love Chris so much and it’s such a huge pleasure that I can write for him while having other people who love him enjoy it as welllll. I will be writing him for a very long time so you can always expect something new evolved around him to come up ;)<3

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER HEADCANONS

Having your daily hug with Chris, the tender moment reminds you of what he told you earlier.

“Were you being serious when you told me the kids laughed at you when you told them you were married?"

“Mhmm.” he responds from underneath you,“They called it a sick joke and told me that stand up comedy was way out my league.”

“Aw darling.” you kiss his forehead,“I’m guessing you’re gonna ask a favour for me to stop by to prove them wrong?”

He raises an eyebrow,“What do you mean? Stand up comedy is in my pursuit. I just don’t prefer it, doesn’t mean I’m not good at it.”

He can be so silly sometimes,“I meant your marital status, baby.”

“Oh, yeah...” he holds onto your wrists,“Please?”

You let your body relax completely on top of his, still smiling,“Your wish is my command.”

“Aw what’s the matter, McLean? Couldn’t your wife make it?” Duncan was the first to pick up on ridiculing Chris, eyes still puffy from his chronic cries of laughter from last night. On another circumstance, Chris would’ve been fuming, had he not have reason to smirk.

“How sweet of you to worry, Duncan!” the host begins off, clasping his hands,“But she’s made it in one piece!”

On cue, you walk into the mess hall, linking your arm with Chris’,“Hii everyone! So happy to finally see you all in person!”

All conversation died.

Everyone turns to you.

This woman they’ve never seen before...

His... His wife?

Were they hearing that right?

No way... He was being serious?

Chris was rolling on the inside at the shared alike look of being slapped spread across the contestants, especially of the mocking kind.

“I...didn’t know you had enough space in your heart to love someone else!” Beth’s the first to break out of her ice of shock to chirp.

“Surprised?” Chris chuckled, allowing you to introduce yourself, which was not what you guys decided.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N)! This hot mess’ wife...” turns out improvising in front of teenagers wasn’t as fun as it sounded,“Sorry, I’m...not too good with words, so...help yourself to these cupcakes I made for you guys. I made them as a way to say how huge of a pleasure it is to meet you all!”

As you turn around to unwrap the trays, Leshawna clears her throat to privately address the cohort,"One of two things are gonna happen. One, those cupcakes are filled with maggots and hair. Or two, it's the first actual food we're gettin’ on this set."

Everybody nods in agreement.

They were right to inspect the wrapping and texture with their noses and eyes.

Yet didn’t expect to have the flavour of delicate buttermilk crumble on their tongues.

Oh my God...

Maybe they were deprived from having treats so long on the show, but it was unanimously categorised as a whole new delicious nonetheless.

The punk delinquent scoffs over,“Yeah... I’m not buying that’s his wife.”

“That evil maniac with a permanent smile is probably holding her hostage!” The ginger geek dramatically pinpoints.

“I can see why, these are too die for!” Owen squeaks, scoffing down an entire cupcake, wrapping included, not comprehending what situation it would mean for you if you really were abducted.

“Hm... Maybe he’s paying her.” Gwen suggests alternatively after taking another glance at you: it was your arm around him. Too touchy to be forced...

“I’d understand if he was hot like me, but he’s not even halfway there! Where would he find someone willing to do all that for him? No amount of money should convince anyone to ever lose their dignity for the likes of him." Justin criticises out of his internal debate of skipping the cupcakes or not.

“You’d be shocked if you’ve seen the fansite.” Noah opposes like it was the most known thing.

Speaking of which,"Sierra.” Heather directs, taking sudden control of the situation and everyone’s eyes to peel towards the superfan whose mouth was staining in the same dye as her magenta hair, perking up from her snacking at the mention of her name,“You know everything about everybody. Say, is Chris paying that woman to pretend to be married to him for laughs?"

The girl whose lifeline was Total Drama quickly swallows the last portion of her cupcake to appease her idols with a packed answer,“Oh, no! It’s all true! Unfortunately. Those two got married way before Total Drama was aired. A lot's happened... My mom waited years for Chris to propose to her and there he goes, chasing after that nobody! Do you have any idea how painful it is to see my mom’s husband having an affair? (Y/N) is nothing but a block of concrete, blinding Chris from seeing his true soulmate! A.k.a my mom!” The last few sentences gradually grazed with personal prejudice, but not enough to throw the next cupcake away.

“Wait, but if Chris did get married to your mother... Wouldn’t that make you his stepdaughter-?“ Alejandro posited, already having a hard time imagining Chris take that role biologically.

"So Chris,” Cody interrupts the impending awkward ambient Alejandro’s phrasing would bring, steering the conversation back, still bewildered,“...really does have a wife."

Bridgette takes her slo mo time in grabbing another frosted vanilla good, rethinking, the same man that laughed at their pain,"I...honestly don't know how to feel about that."

"Huuu... I feel like I went overboard with cupcakes, Chris!” you freak out to your husband, fidgeting with the sleeves of your turtleneck,“Why did I pick to make something so childish? I should've picked something more formal... Like a dish from my home country..."

"Relaaaaax, no one else is thinking about that." Chris assured, biting into one of your delicacies.

You continued to murmur on,“I wanted to make something universal, a collection of sweets so in case one likes a certain flavour more than others... I thought teenagers around here liked cupcakes... I feel like such a fool... I hope they don’t think I see them as childish...”

He grabs one and holds it horizontally to your lips, painting them yellow,“It’s not just teenagers that like them, (Y/N). Besides, they are children. Children like things that are childish.”

That’s true... Your paranoia’s sunk,“Well... They seem to be enjoying themselves. I’ve been worrying for nothing.” you smile, drawing your finger on his stubble to take for licking,“You had some icing there.”

Turns out, you were really nice.

The angel to Chris’ devil.

The sun to Chris' moon.

The calm to Chris’ energetic.

“So (Y/N)... I just...have a quick question on behalf of everyone else.” The CIT girl shields her mouth with her hand, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Of course, Courtney. Whatever would you like to know?” you welcome her, all kinds of possible questions cloud your mind.

She tightens your shoulders in her palms,“What the hell do you see in Chris?”

...You expected that one,“Why, I see a strong, handsome, hilarious man. A goal-driven, deep down caring, loving, in need of love man.”

Now the only true thing she heard was “goal-driven”- to kill them as spiritually as possible. Maybe even physically.

"You're not brainwashed, are you?" Her eyes widened like your answer had tossed her deeper in her horror.

"Get her to blink two times in a row if she needs help!" Tyler shouts, unintentionally defeating the purpose of being discreet from his clean intention.

"Hm?” Teenagers are so funny!,“It's not brainwash when it's love! After all, wouldn't you say you've found yourself in love with someone you never thought you'd be with?" You smile warmly at the type A when the butterflies fluttered an external reaction across her freckled face.

"Th-That's different!” she impulsively shrieked before closing her mouth in embarrassment. She looks around, and after making sure no one was judging her, she continues speaking, back to her whispering voice,“That’s Duncan. This is Chris.”

“Well, we both seem to have a type for the ones that went to jail, don’t we?” you wittily mention, giving her a wink to the similar parallel.

Leaving Courtney to her common dynamics contemplation, there was no better timing for Owen to ask if you had any more cupcakes to give.

“I’m so happy you liked them! I’ll tell you what, I can make more and send them to you."

“Don’t get too flattered. Bed crusher there would eat anything, even things you can’t call food.” The overruling antagonist scornfully gestures, her hair as black as her heart.

“...Ah, right.” you shouldn't have thought so highly of yourself over baking. To Owen, they probably weren’t good, just something to give his appetite.

“Well... That's not entirely true...” The foodie looks to the side uncomfortably for a moment from Heather’s harsh perspective,“Having eaten a lot of things gives me a solid judgement on a variety of tastes. With that said, I’d specifically be really happy to eat (Y/N)’s baked cupcakes again. You can't buy that kind of quality!"

Aw! “Thanks, Owen!” it’s no mystery why everyone was in his support back first season!

“You didn’t use any store bought cake mix, did you?” DJ asks, his naturally kind pitch of voice crunching up an otherwise accusing delivery his words may have played.

“Nope! If I was gonna have half of the ingredients already done for me, I may as well have just ordered the finish product.” the truth radiates through your magnetism, not as magnetizing as your husband, smothering you away in his arms.

For some reason, no one said anything right away. Like taking an exam, silence had scattered among these group of teenagers.

"I'm convinced she has Stockholm syndrome."

Up till Harold breaks it.

"Stockholm syndrome?! Come onn, you know that’s not a real thing!” Lindsay asserted, turning to Beth,“Is it a real thing?"

The nice-hearted nerd smacks a hand to her forehead. Rather than finding humor in uninformed Lindsay, Trent finds his eyes trapped on the sight of Chris’ hand holding onto yours, fingers locked, palms resting. Above all his faults, Chris...still had you.

That kind of love...hard to find, lucky to have.

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s7-evermore · 9 months

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[The Boyfriend Contract] Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity

This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter One. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader) You can view this on ao3. Ch. 2

Opportunity Cost in economics is defined as the highest-valued alternative that is sacrificed when making a decision-- in this case, it's my dignity... and possibly my freedom.

In Yuu’s defense, it was his fault.

She was supposed to be aiming for his cheek, if only he hadn’t turned his head to look at her, she wouldn’t have accidentally kissed him on the lips after claiming to some obsessed guy that she was dating him.

But she had to make it look natural, so deepening the kiss was the only way to go.

Thank the Sevens that Azul was a good actor— after hearing her ridiculous claim and feeling their lips together, he couldn’t look like the fool in the situation, so he adjusted himself to her kiss. His tense shoulders lowered, making it look like he was somewhat relaxed and he leaned closer to her. The kiss felt awkward, uncomfortable, fucking painful— but some delusional and lonely ass part of her thought it felt somewhat nice. Had Azul always been this tall? Although she was shorter than almost everyone in NRC (Riddle and Epel included), she had to tiptoe even further and crane her neck just to deepen the kiss, and that was kind of hot—

Nope. No no no no NO. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when she’s literally kissing one of the biggest red flags in all of NRC.

When the pain in the ass was gone, she pulled away— giving him the chance to finally stare at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just…?”

Simply hearing his voice made her want to jump into a ditch and die right there, but since they were still surrounded by people, she had to pull him outside and into some secluded corner before—

“I’M SO SORRY!”

He flinched as she bowed deeply, apologizing with all her remaining energy. As much as she wanted to bury herself six feet under, this was reality, and reality states that she couldn’t do that.

Maybe not now.

She heard him clear his throat. Maybe he was disgusted? Repulsed? She doesn’t know what her current relationship status was with Azul, though she had called him a friend once, she wasn’t really sure if he saw her that way.

“Can I get an explanation?” His voice sounded the way it normally was. Serene, like ocean waves on a nice summer day. The kind you can relax to, and it was suave, somehow. Befitting of a handsome businessman like him.

Did she just say ‘handsome’? Did she just think ‘handsome’?

Well. In all honesty, it was the truth. She was sure that anyone could admit that. If she didn’t know him personally, she might have been attracted to him. Azul was no average face after all— and if he was, he would be the “super handsome” average type.

“I—“ She stood up properly as she covered her face. It was hot. Her face was hot. Or maybe her hands were just cold. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Is...that so?” His words drawled on as he looked at her skeptically, or uncertainly, she actually didn’t know. Normally she could read people well, but her brain was too messed up to understand what his face was trying to do. “Perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on?”

Ah, so he was trying to discern why the fuck she just kissed him. Easy enough.

“Well, um…”

Okay, not easy enough.

She suddenly remembered that this was Azul Ashengrotto she was talking to. If she decided to vent to HIM of ALL PEOPLE about a guy who wouldn’t leave her the hell alone, he would have taken the kiss as leverage for him helping her, and in turn, make her feel indebted to him for allowing her to use him to get away from a suitor.

Everyone knows that there will always be a catch when someone becomes indebted to Azul.

“Look,” She sighed, “No offense but this is really none of your business.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding, returning to his ‘serious businessman mode’ (that’s what she and her friends called it), “I understand.”

She sighed, one of relief this time. She wanted to just walk away and forget everything.

“I suppose I’ll just go back to school and file a complaint on sexual misconduct with academic peers.”

She nodded, “Yeah, okay I’ll— wait…what?!”

“I’ll be on my way.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. It was easy enough for him to shrug her off, but he didn’t. Instead, he actually stopped and turned back to look at her, as though to consider her desperation.

“Explain the kiss.”

She groaned, letting go of his hand in order to fiddle with her own. Even if she ran away from him now, he would investigate her matter later. No one kisses Azul Ashengrotto out of nowhere, after all. Unless you want to be in complete debt to him or…you know, in love with him. Highly unlikely. For her, at least.

“Kelvin Watson,” She told him.

He raised a brow, giving no indication of knowing the name.

“He’s a regular in the cafe I work at during the weekends.”

“It’s Friday today.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told the owner in advance that I would be able to work today since classes ended early and he needed more hands. Anyway, I came to work today and for some reason, Kelvin knew I was going to be there. He always seems to know whenever I’m there, and the owner says he only goes to the cafe during the weekends, aka during my shifts. Isn't that kinda weird??”

He nodded slowly as if to process every word she uttered.

“He was nice at first, really sweet and all that. But then he tried to court me, and I’m not really into that whole dating scene right now —school, Grim, trying to get back to my world and all that— so I rejected him. But the guy just wouldn’t get the memo and kept trying to ask me out whenever he had the chance.”

He just…stared at her.

“And…what does that have to do with me?”

“I— ugh—“ she covered her face, dragging her hands down in exasperation, “After my shift ended earlier he tried to ask me out AGAIN and I was so sick of his advances that I got desperate, and I—“

She hesitated for a bit, only to continue when Azul’s eyes narrowed.

“…I saw you come in and thought to pretend that you were my boyfriend or something to drive him away since you were a familiar face, so I… I didn’t really think?”

“Obviously,” He muttered under his breath.

“Hey! I was only supposed to kiss your cheek, okay? I didn’t know you were suddenly gonna turn your head!”

“And your instinct was to continue kissing me?”

“I just—! I was trying to make it look natural! It’s not like I wanted to kiss—“ She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory, and she tried desperately to shake it from her head. “Listen, I’m so, so, so sorry about that, okay?”

“Are you really?” He crossed his arms.

“Please don’t report me,” She pleaded as she looked up at him, “I really meant to just go for your cheek. I’m sorry if I made you really uncomfortable…” and please don’t drag me into a contract.

Now that she had the time to think about it a bit better (without the stress of having an obsessive boy trying to get her attention), she realized the abomination of her situation. She really had just grabbed a random guy from her school, claimed she was dating him, and kissed him on the lips (even though it wasn’t her intention).

Not to mention, this guy was literally on the list of top students not to mess with unless you wanted a death wish (or everything you cherished taken away from you). Notorious for his elaborate and sly schemes, his greediness for money, and his perfectly put-together demeanor that made him appear like an angel. It doesn’t help that he was blessed with such a handsome face—

Ugh. There she was again.

There was no excuse for what she had done. She had practically harassed him by kissing him without his consent, intentional or not, so he had every right to report her if he wanted. Knowing Azul though, he would do anything to make sure he gains the upper hand in the situation, even if it cost her her time.

(One thing, however, is that she knows that she would agree to it as long as it didn’t involve handing him Ramshackle Dorm. Because at that point she will actually beat the shit out of him if he pulls that shit again.)

“No, I’m sorry. You have every right to report me… intentional or not, I’m sure you felt uncomfortable. I just… I didn’t…” She just wanted to go back home and sleep, maybe forget about the whole thing. “Look, I’m going to leave now, okay? Thanks and… I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

She turned on her heel and ran away, leaving the Octavinelle housewarden in his own thoughts.

She sprinted through the streets, passing by stalls, shops, passersby, and some students from Night Raven who were still in their uniforms. She ran past a middle-aged lady walking her dog, a classic red car zoomed past her, and suddenly the next bus stopped at the station where she arrived just in time.

She made sure to sit at the very back, ignoring every other passenger as she pulled out her headphones and proceeded to lose herself in her own thoughts and guilt.

What a shitty day.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul Ashengrotto was still standing right where she left him— thinking about her. Her eyes, her red cheeks, her predicament, her cute face, her soft, soft lips… And the things she told him when they were in the Atlantica Memorial Museum…

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Boyfriend Contract. This is mainly a passion project of some sort. Updates will be pretty slow since I'm a busy student, please be understanding.

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swallowedbymadness · 9 months

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❋ need your love ❋

Pairing: jongho x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: your classic summer romance with a sprinkle of soft smut

Summary: you weren’t expecting much when the air got warmer and the days got longer, but you swore the sun shined a little bit brighter the summer you met choi jongho.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: hi, yes, hello! I return with a gift of jongho lovin’ 🥹 bc we could all use some choi jongho in our lives rn after the recent injury announcement, am I right??? 😪 I recommend listening to “Sweetbitter” by RIO while reading. 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: wholesomely romantic smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, reader is kind of a hot mess in her feels, but aren’t we all?

Proofread: Kind of? You know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t.

You’ve always hated endings. Nothing good ever came from them. There’s something about the finality of it all that riddled you with anxiety and had your heart hold on for dear life every time. To be fair, you always seemed to be the one who cared a little more than you should. To put it simply, your heart was just too grand for this world, and those who left you knew that. You fell into the same game of chess you found yourself playing time and time again, in and out of relationships, platonic and romantic alike. It was like you were a beacon for those who needed temporary comfort, that looking different to each individual. However, when you no longer benefited them, they left.

You saw the pattern, you really did. But you were too stubborn to admit defeat each time. So, you ignored it all together. You just assumed everyone would be the same, so why try to understand it when you saw the inevitable from miles away anyways? It was unavoidable, and you certainly were not one to go up against something as monstrous as change. So, you made peace with the thought of short and sweet relationships, learning not to attach yourself to anyone anymore. You wouldn’t allow your heart to crumble like it had in the past. It took you way too long to put it all back together, not even sure if all the pieces were actually there in the mended mess within your chest.

However, this time it was different. You weren’t sure how exactly, but you could feel that it was. It was when you heard the bell to the front door chime, and the small voice that greeted your coworker that your heart started hammering. The softness of his words, the contemplative hum when asked if he preferred a to-go cup or a waffle cone today, and the sweet “thank you,” once you heard his receipt print.

Choi Jongho.

“You’re late,” you teased, peaking your head out from behind the polka dotted curtain that served as a barrier between your makeshift break room area and the parlor, your eyes meeting him from behind the counter. The boy in question took a bite from his ice cream cup, the yellow spoon he held looked comically small in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I had some last minute things to pick up before tomorrow.” You frowned, remembering why today was different than all the other days you spent with Jongho this summer. He was going back to school tomorrow. Which meant he was leaving you, like everyone else had. Part of you hated that you continued to see him since you first met at the beginning of the summer. He made it perfectly clear that he was just here for the summer to get away from the city. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him. But, when he started coming into the parlor every few days with his gummy smile shining brighter than the sun itself, the excuses eventually ran out and the truth that he just wanted to see you revealed itself. Of course, you couldn’t help that you had fallen so undeniably hard for him.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“I guess it’s fine,” you playfully pushed your shoulder into his as you passed him walking towards the exit “but that just means you’re buying dinner tonight.” He chuckled, and followed right behind you in tandem, but not before flashing you a knowing grin.

“Naturally.”

—

Your nights had blurred together over the summer. You spent most of your time together cooped up in your apartment, you and Jongho not caring to go out very much. You were happy watching a movie on the couch or staying up until dawn telling stories and secrets you didn’t have anyone else to share them with. You were thankful to have met Jongho. He was a sweet escape from reality, and it felt mutual for once. It was definitely a bittersweet evening as you two sat across from one another, chicken and beer being the meal of choice as you reminisced about your time spent together the past two months.

“Short and sweet.” You kept telling yourself. “You’re used to this.” So why did it sting more than it usually did?

“I have a question for you,” Jongho said as he wiped the chicken grease off of his fingers, placing all his trash in the takeout bag on the floor next to your bed.

“Somehow, that scares me.” You joked, but an underlying sense of fear was laced between your words. He sensed it, but didn’t mention it as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow while his feet dangled off the end of the bed. You got up to take everything into the kitchen and froze when you heard him speak up a bit louder so you couldn’t miss the question.

“Why are you so against endings?” There it was. You sighed, recalling when you first met one another that you had expressed this fear to him briefly. He didn’t push you to explain, but for some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt like he deserved an answer now.

“Because,” you sat back down cross legged next to him in the dimly lit bedroom, fiddling with your fingers while you felt his gaze on you never falter. He waited patiently for you to continue. “They’re just so…final.” He hummed in response, breathing in deeply as he calculated his response.

“But they don’t have to be,” he began, your gaze fixed on a stain on the wall that you hadn’t noticed before. “They can be the middle man that needs to make room for something else. Endings are so crucial because they show you that whatever happened, happened for a reason, but wasn’t meant to be permanent. Which is also okay. With that, it’s an opportunity for a new beginning perhaps.”

“But how will I know?”

“You just will. You’ll feel it in here,” he placed the palm of his hand above your left breast, feeling the steady beat of your heart under his touch. “You think you know when something that has to come to an end in your life is bad, because you assume it will turn out that way. But,” he paused, and brought his hand up to your cheek to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen from your eye, unbeknownst to you, with his thumb. “It’s not always bad. It’s just clearing the path for something better to come along.” You nodded, hearing his words but having a hard time accepting them, the lump that had lodged itself in your throat was clear evidence of that fact.

“Everyone,” you started, the words getting stuck on your tongue as you wiped the tears that had begun to free fall and leave salty tracks on your cheeks. “Everyone I’ve ever cared for has left. So much so that I’ve just stopped caring altogether and have become accustomed to not feeling at all.”

“That’s not true,” He stated matter-of-factly. Your eyebrows furrowed, a small smile appearing across his features. “I just think you’re a very guarded person, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing slow comforting crescents into the back of your hand with his thumb. “However, you shouldn’t fear all endings.”

“What good could come from an ending?” His eyes looked down between the two of you before coming back up to meet your own.

“Well,” he scooted closer to you, the small grin reappearing on his face. “For example, the end of summer means the beginning of fall. That’s not so bad is it?” You shook your head, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest as he slowly inched closer to you. “And,” he placed one hand on your cheek, caressing his finger across the softness of your skin and down to your chin. “I would like to end hiding our feelings for one another, so we can maybe begin something together,” he said lowly, his face now in your space, his breath warm on your lips as he painfully ghosted his lips against yours. “That doesn’t sound so bad either, does it?” Your breath hitched, not really sure what to do with Jongho this close to you while he confessed his feelings so outwardly, honestly, unapologetically. You shook your head again in response, not sure when your voice decided to abandon you. “Can I kiss you now?” He whispered, waiting for your approval to close the gap that you so desperately wanted him to do. You nodded, afraid to speak because you weren’t sure what would come out if you did. “Okay,” he said under his breath, and just like that, his lips pressed delicately to yours. It was soft, sweet, small, but so inviting. He pulled away and blinked a few times, the fondness he had been hiding all this time pouring out of him. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” He chuckled, eyes honest and so, so soft for you. Before you could even form a thought, your lips were back on his, this time you were not going to be holding back. You wanted to let your walls down so he could climb over and bury his love in the sacred garden of your heart.

“I don’t want to rush into anything, but I need to feel your hands on me. I just want, need, to touch you. Everywhere. Now. Please.” He was taken off guard by your rushed confession, he pulled back and eyed you, trying to read into your words to find why there was so much desperation behind them.

“But, tomorrow-” he began, but you pressed your finger to his lips to silence him.

“I’m tired of fighting. Myself, my feelings, everything. Letting people into my life was terrifying, but you somehow turn my world upside down, Choi Jongho.” You stated firmly, more so for yourself than for him. You looked into his chocolate eyes and felt your entire body melt under his gaze. You couldn’t deny how Jongho made you feel any longer. “I don’t care that you’re leaving tomorrow. I just care about us right here, right now. Somehow, I just know this isn’t really the end. I trust you. I trust this,” you gestured between the two of you. He placed his palm against your cheek and had his lips reconnected to yours without hesitation, your confession being enough for him.

“I want this. I want us.” He declared against your tongue, the warmth of affection blooming within your chest as you pulled him down on top of you, your back pressing gently into the mattress beneath you.

“I’m yours, Jongho. I always have been. Ever since you walked through those parlor doors two months ago.” You dragged your fingers lightly up and down his back, tracing invisible patterns onto his tanned skin as his mouth placed barely there kisses along your neck, collarbone and any available skin he could find. His fingers danced their way to the hem of your tshirt and he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“May I remove these?” He looked down at your shirt and shorts you had changed into only a few hours prior. “They’re in my way.” You giggled at his frustration, nodding in approval. His fingers grazed the soft skin of your sides as he lifted the fabric up and off of you. He sat back and stared at you for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He proclaimed, like you stole his breath away in that moment with just your beauty. He quickly took his shirt and jeans off, discarding them onto the floor somewhere, his anxiously awaiting fingers twitching at the thought of touching you everywhere. Without hesitation, his hands were back on you, running up and down your sides, feeling every curve and edge, taking in every sensation under his fingertips. “You’re as soft as flower petals.” He spoke into your skin, his lips immediately reconnecting to it as he peppered wet kisses down your chest and to your tummy. He groaned when his achingly hard member brushed against your leg, the wet spot on his briefs the tell tale sign that he wanted you just as badly as you had wanted him.

“Jongho, I need you.” Your hands fumbled at his waistband and slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. He hovered over you, one of his hands disappearing to move the lace aside so he could run his finger between your folds. Your sighed, eyes closing at the sensation of his warm finger playing at your entrance. You soon felt him sink his digits into you slowly, allowing you to become accustomed to the stretch. He began to pump in and out of you at an agonizing pace, his eyes hooded as they watched you squirm under just the touch of his fingers. He removed the thin fabric from your body and dipped back down to press another sloppy kiss to your awaiting mouth.

“You have me.” He whispered against your lips. He removed his fingers once he could feel the spot he needed and positioned himself above you, his tip at your entrance. “You have all of me.” He said as he pushed himself inside of you, both of you moaning lowly once he bottomed out. He laid himself on top of you, taking both of your hands and positioning your arms above your head as he intertwined your fingers. His lips were back on yours as he began to thrust lovingly into you, pulling completely out and sinking right back in. Feeling your walls engulf him completely over and over again sent heat waves through your veins, the fire igniting in your abdomen almost immediately with overwhelming emotions. The way he kissed you like you were star crossed lovers reuniting, the way he held you firmly but gently as he thrusted slowly but as deep as he possibly could into you so you could feel every inch of him.

“Jongho, I’m gonna-” you breathed into his mouth, squeezing his hands on either side of your head. Your back arched, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot, which resulted in him swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around him. He relished in how melodic his name sounded rolling off the top of your tongue while you orgasmed, costing his dick with your slick. His thrusts began to fall out of the rhythm he made for himself, your name pouring from his lips like honey. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his small whimpers filling your ear and making you aware of the overstimulation your core was feeling as he reached his peak. He soon followed with his release, his hot seed spilling into you as he rode his orgasm out. Once he emptied himself into you, he collapsed on top of you, cock going flaccid inside of you as your sweaty bodies stuck together. Both of your chests were rising and falling at a rapid pace in unison as your fingers found his hair, combing through it affectionately.

“That ending wasn’t so bad either,” he panted, an honest chuckle leaving his lips. You swatted at him weakly, your own laugh betraying you as it escaped your chest. You laid there with him splayed against your chest, his hands tangling within your hair. The only sound that soon filled the room was the way his hummingbird heart sang, and oh, how it only sang for you.

—

“I’ll call you. Every day.” A sad smile spread across Jongho’s face as he looked down at the train ticket in his hand.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He played with your fingers, his eyes on the floor between you two. Neither of you wanted him to go, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. You pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you took a moment to memorize his musky sandalwood perfume that had surely seeped into your sheets from last night. You felt him lift away from you, his lips pressing firmly to the spot his head previously rested on. The lingering kiss he left you had your stomach in knots, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t all good. A part of you still feared goodbyes, but this time was different.

Jongho was different.

When you both heard the announcement for the train’s arrival, you parted. Your eyes met one last time, mutual looks of longing exchanged between the two of you. He leaned down as the train came to an approach, his lips slotting with yours for one final time.

“I’ll see you around.” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you did not dare mention the tears forming in his eyes. He turned away and boarded, but once seated, he looked out the window and back at you. He breathed against the glass to fog it up, his finger drawing a small heart for you to see. You felt a wet chuckle form in your throat, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you both waved at one another, the train pulling him further and further away from you. You stood there for a moment until the train was but a mere dot in your vision, feet refusing to move and accept the reality that Jongho was now gone.

You walked through the station, feet dragging you along as you felt your heart sinking within your rib cage. You took your phone out of your pocket when you felt it buzz and you swore your heart grew wings and flew away when you saw the text.

“Here’s to our new beginning.”

You felt the warmth spread throughout your chest, fondness bleeding from your veins. Visions of the previous night replayed in your head as you headed out of the station, phone clutched to your heart as you felt it beat for the boy on that had stolen your heart this summer.

You’ve always hated endings. But this time, you didn’t really seem to mind.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #jongho #jongho smut #choi jongho #jongho x reader #jongho x you #jongho x y/n #jongho x chubby reader #chubby reader #ateez x you #ateez x fem reader #ateez x y/n #jongho fluff #ateez fluff

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messycunt · 1 year

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So like…Vil’s one of the most popular show cows, right? And thus the farm would do anything to keep him happy. So, what if he was assigned a handler who could not give less a shit about his status. They call him “your highness” sarcastically and just scoff when he makes an unreasonable request.

So, he asks the farm owner for a bed warmer during his heat (is that what it’s called? I forgot I’m sorry) and he wants his handler. The handler is offered a lot of money for the job, so much it’d be stupid to turn it down.

Vil always gets what he wants, he’s the farm’s star after all!

hcs + a blurb, not proof read

cw: afab reader, male lactation, hybrids(hucows), dubcon(Vil is an entitled lil prick ok i made him extra bitchy)

With a silky blond hide, gorgeous ivory horns, and a face card that never declines, Vil is the shit and he knows it. Everyone else does too if he has anything to say about it. Well everyone but you.

The fact that his presents didn’t leave you completely star struck upon your first meeting irked him more than he’d like to admit.

If not for his beauty he usually receives positive recognition for how much work he puts into maintaining it but you couldn’t care less. If anything you see him as boujee and stuck up, not admirable and hard working.

You irritate him beyond belief but he truly is unreasonable for the most part.

The look he gives you when you roll your eyes at his request to have you personally prepare his meals instead of eating the same as everyone else or to tailor the outfits prepared for him by Crewel yourself rather than just sending them back could kill a man. Still, you remain unphased.

He wakes up at 5:30 sharp every morning and has a skin care routine with more steps than any dance routine he’d ever be expected to pull off. It's all so.. exhausting.

He has won so many blue ribbons that he’s lost count you know? And his father was an international show bull too? The fairs he’s featured in wouldn't be half as lucrative without his name attached -or so he says- so the least you could do is put in some effort to help him stay on track with his personalized diet.

At first you were surprised to learn that Vil does any physical work at all let alone regularly but as you come to know him it makes sense.

He’s not lazy- far from it actually. His insistence on stressing you to your wits end and then some is some kind of sick power game to him you reason.

Still you remain unphased.

Helping him wash and dye his hair and the end of his tail is one thing but giving him a full manipedi every other day is much too much.

Milking him is practically a nightmare.

He bitches about you handling him too rough or the suction being too high when the machine is barely sucking faster than the milk is flowing out.

Insistent on using the main house bathrooms and showers, despite having his own personal one in his room, Vil will snap at anyone who questions him about it.

Oh what joy was hearing the news that your beloved “special princess”, as you liked to teasingly call him, had gone into rut.

This meant not only that you would both be blessed with a much needed break from each other but also that maybe just maybe getting laid would help him loosen up some.

Too bad you only got a few hours into your first day off before receiving a call from a certain black haired man urging you to come back to the main house to hold up your end of a deal you simply could not refuse.

Vil looked a hot mess.

The heady smell of warm vanilla and some expensive cologne he loved to wear and you never remembered the name of smacked you in the face the second you stepped foot in your room. Having already set your things down you made your way to your bed, pulling your top over your head and plopping down on the corner next to his head.

“Awwww did her highness decide to grace her lowly servant with her presence today? I’m surprised you didn’t bring your little boyfriend with you.” up close he looked more pathetic than you anticipated. Hair undone and sticking to the clammy skin of his shoulders, back and forehead. A defeated look on his face all wrapped up in one of your bed covers.

“‘M not up for your teasing, not today. Did that old crow relay my message or do I have to tell you myself?” he chided. Words coming out slurred and jumbled as if he had drool pooled inside of his mouth.

“Yeah yeah ‘In return for your services you will receive 50% of the next month and a half’s show and exhibit earnings! Aren't I a generous employer!?’ or somethin’ like that” Looking up at you with glazed over eyes and a straight flushed face he seemed unimpressed by your Crowley impression.

“Good. You won’t mind this then” A sound akin to that of a startled puppy left you as Vil dragged you under his body still covered by one of your favorite blankets. This isn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time he took it upon himself to manhandle you. Still you remain unphased. You squint a few times to let your eyes adjust to the light blaring down on the both of you. “You know from this angle, and without all that makeup you don’t look half bad.” you snickered before pulling your features into a more stern look. “Now get offa me”

Wiggling in an attempt to sit up only pulled the two of you closer than you’d deem comfortable. “Ough gross. Please tell me you weren't laying up under my sheets ass naked the whole time I was gone??? Vil I swear the second this whatever you’re going through wears off I-” A pristinely polished thumb hooked into your mouth. Sitting up some his other hand reached down to pull down at your shorts. “You agreed to this, yes? So stop being a pain and let me get it over with”

Having discarded your bottoms he pulled the thumb that was sitting inside of your mouth away to unceremoniously shove inside of your cunt. “Tight and inviting, surprising. I was almost certain a whore like you would have made her way around the block a few times and then some” his words stung but not enough for you to let it show. “Trying so hard to look unbothered. It’s cute but I advise you to quit it.” Easing his thumb out of you to push and roll against your clit he lined up his head against you. ”Unless you want to make this harder for the both of us”

Feeling an inch or two ease its way into you made you tense. Vil dropped his face back down closer to yours, close enough for you to taste his breath. “I’ll be soft and sweet with you this time, but I have full intentions of breeding and breaking you until you can think of nothing but me.”

You’re going to kill Crowley.

12.4.22 - more

#vil x reader #hybrid au!#ask!#req!#twst #twst smut #twst x reader smut #twst x reader #fem reader #afab reader #wrk!#hcs!

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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TWITTER SUCKS! > thirty-five! my other half

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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a/n: i am so sorry this took soooo long but i was procrastinating and i was mentally recuperating. blaming my studio project for this 😍 this is the final chapter of TWITTER SUCKS! it's also a little chaotic and honestly have a feeling i lost my writer's touch since i haven't wrote in a long time. however, thank you for joining me on this ride and sticking around till the end! I will be coming back with more writings and hopefully continuing with the series that I had before! of course, the new smau that will come out eventually ‘Collie Duty’ which I have no plans to release just yet😪 but it will be released maybe in the second half of 2023!

[placing this in case the read more messed up]

who knew after an incident that so happened to go viral. to the point where you were kidnapped and threatened to be sued by BELIFT, would actually get you to meet lee heeseung and be his girlfriend.

the past 7 months you could never have thought that. it had only been 7 months but it felt like a whole year when it happened. somehow it felt nostalgic looking back the tweets you had. it was hectic. complete 0.01% chance of this happening to anyone in the world. yet, somehow you were blessed to have gone through this.

you managed to steal heeseung’s heart. you made new friends but they’re actual idols (read: enhypen). you became famous. fought a company for a stupid reason which was that you were impersonating their idol. you even kicked a creepy staff out of BELIFT! which, you weren’t surprised. she’s a sasaeng at this point. maybe worse.

but oh my god, dating lee heeseung. it’s such a blessing-

“princess?” heeseung waves his hand in front of you. “are you having an inner monologue or something?” he snorts.

you rolled your eyes, “do you never have an inner monologue?”

“no? why would I?”

“lame. you ain’t in your main character era.”

“princess, I’m always the main character and you know it.” he smirks. you shoved him lightly.

“god, you’re starting to sound like sunghoon.”

“hmm, it’s as if I haven’t been living with him for the past 3 years.” he says with sarcasm.

“did you and sunoo have some sass off or something? why are you so sassy today?”

“sorry, I just don’t understand why some ENGENEs don’t appreciate the dancers’ hard work. I mean I get they’re girls but fucking hell, we’re just dancing to the choreo given to us.”

“well, do you want my honest opinion?”

“oh are you jealous too, princess?” he smirks a little.

“yeah, I am but i’m jealous of you. not the dancers. they’re hot. do you have their numbers by the w-”

“no. I don’t text the dancers so you can’t have their numbers.” he sulks.

“aww, is my little heeseung angy.” you cooed at heeseung. he huffs.

“angy isn’t even a word.”

“in my books it is and besides you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“pfftt why would I be mad. I know it’s just a dance, you’ve practiced this for months. which makes it even better for the chemistry.”

“yeah but my part has you know…”

“what? her just literally trailing her hands on your arms? I mean it did get me jealous but at the end of the day, who are you kissing?” you smirked.

“you…” heeseung pouts.

“exactly.” you smiled. “i’m not worried about you cheating on me, heeseung. besides, I don’t think you could cheat on me because you love me too much.”

“you’re right.” heeseung grabs your hand and squeezes it. “I love you too much for that.”

“that’s my boy.” you proudly say.

meanwhile, on the other side of the wall.

“jayyyyy.” mae whines. jay smirks.

“what is this? my girlfriend is acting all whiny? it’s like you and (name) noona switched bodies.”

“urghh i’m sorry i’m having period cramps.” mae complains. jay’s eyes widened.

he gasps, “my queen is in pain? oh my god, let me go grab tons of period care things!” jay runs out of the room.

there was a scream across the hall.

“YAHHH NISHIMURA RIKI!!! DID YOU USE MY FACIAL WASH???” subin yells.

there were a couple of haste footsteps, which only meant…

“NOONA WAIT!” ni-ki yells out. let's all pray for ni-ki that he gets out alive safely.

"YAH YAH! break it up!" jungwon yells.

both you and heeseung could hear the commotion in the background but you could careless about what was going on because...

"it's you and me against this world, princess." heeseung purrs.

"are you trying to seduce with 'Bite Me' or something?" you deadpans.

"what? no-" heeseung sighs. "forget it. I was just being romantic."

you narrowed your eyes at heeseung, "anyways, i heard you guys are gonna start with world tours soon."

"ah, right. the 'fate' world tour. will you be watching it?"

"do you think i'm made of money? heeseung, i'm a broke college student."

"you have a job?"

"a mere cafe job. that's gonna take me months to save up. i could even barely afford to buy the ‘Dark Moon’ album.” you huffed.

“aww, princess. you have me, I could’ve gotten the albums for you for free and I could’ve thrown my photocards in there for extras.” he pinches your cheeks.

"now where is the fun in that? i like the surprise element of opening albums."

"and if you don't get any of my photocards?" heeseung folds his arms.

"then too bad. oh right, i saw jay looking sooo hot in that vampire photocard-"

heeseung shuts you up with a kiss. there were screams at the door and they were both from jake and sunghoon. you couldn't fully make out what they were saying. something about how mae and jay were busy being chummy, sunoo and subin pinching each others cheeks and then kissing each other.

you couldn't bother to focus on them. not when you have such a hot boy kissing you right on the lips. the same hot boy who was also your boyfriend.

and you couldn't ask for anything better than this.

you were happy.

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the-derpy-duck · 6 months

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The TFA universe is a fucking nightmare and I wish people would actually talk about it. Long rant incoming.

Don’t expect good spelling or grammar I’m sorry

Like the show didn’t even care enough to address how fucked everything was. Like all the little baby robots just don’t have names until they go through the military/boot camp, which doesn’t make a lot of sense as the whole point of basic training/boot camp is taking away one’s identity and individualization aka what a lot of cults and extremist groups will do to get people to go along with whatever they want them to, as it’s a lot easier for group think to occur when there is a group. The whole “small cog in a bigger machine” bullshit speech is literally just that but dressed up to look and sound pretty (propaganda). But half of the names given at the boot camp are insults and that’s really fucked up. And it’s almost implied that the other transformers recognize Bulkhead and Bumblebee’s names as being insulting in nature because when Sari introduces herself to Bumblebee it sort of goes like this:

“My name is Bumblebee” “I’m Sari” “Oh don’t be, I like my name.”

But that would also imply that the show was thinking about acknowledging how messed up its own world is and I don’t really think it is. I think that’s a joke, was meant to be taken as a joke, but could be read into as world building or something.

It’s been a hot second sense I’ve rewatched season three of tfa but from what I remember, Ultra Magnus was sort of a dictator? Like I know that there is some form of election, but the main way anything gets done is through the council of primes and in TFA it is established that “prime” is a military rank, and those who advanced to “prime” have to be approved by the council, which Ultra Magnus is the head of. He doesn’t have full dictation over it (he wanted OP to not be horribly punished) but he does have a sizable amount of control (op was still given a job and got to keep his rank). The election cycles are nonexistent as the only time anyone thinks of trying to replace Ultra Magnus is when he is on his death bed. So is it like the Supreme Court? The people technically elect a leader but the council that would decide on important laws and if they are constitutional is chosen by the leader, not the people, can serve until they die, and can do fuck all and no one will challenge them because they have the final say on the law? For a thing like economics or the Supreme Court it would make sense to have these be not elected officials for the sole purpose of “they wouldn’t be pressured by potentially not being re-elected and so they would be able to do their jobs without worrying if it would please the people.” A lot of things done to fix and adjust the economy will look really bad at first but it ultimately serves to balance everything. But the people in charge of the FED and other economic shit also don’t serve until they die. Long tangent to say, not a lot of democracy in this word.

The only way to gain power in cybertron seems to be to either join the military or do a hyper specific job. Also how long has ultra Magnus been the leader? Was no one ever unhappy with how he lead? Sentinel Prime was but that was seen as a bit of a taboo. Also Sentinel’s Cybertron immediately turning into an Orwellian styled red scare nightmare was a choice. Establishing curfews during a time of potential war where the planet/country/city could easily be targeted for an attack isn’t in itself unreasonable. It’s immediately taken to 11 but the general idea of curfews makes sense. As well as reporting potential spys for the main reason that spy’s had been proven to have infiltrated the prime counsel thing. It goes to fear mongering almost instantly but the general idea isn’t bad.

Im interested to know how Ultra Magnus would have handled the situation because the show just sort of is neutral about him. He’s just there most of the time and tells OP not to try and be a hero. I want to know if he would have done something similar to Sentinel and I want to know if the show would address it. Because the general difference between UM and SP is that UM is better at hiding how much he manipulates power. He’s still a dictator even if he isn’t an antagonist force. He’s not a benevolent dictator because dictators, by definition, cannot be benevolent. If they were truly benevolent then the people would get a choice in the world that they live in.

All this to say, “dictator bad”

ALSO is there no trial system? Wasp just was sent to prison and they didn’t think to look into any of the evidence? Did no one think to maybe investigate the people who would have had the codes or spare keys for the locker things? Do they just send people into solitary confinement without any sort of hearing or evidence or was Wasp just waiting for his court date? Why does Optimus want Bumblebee to apologize to the guy who clearly doesn’t want to speak to him? He literally watched Bumblebee give an apology and a reasonable explanation for his actions. He wasn’t making excuses he was manipulated by a person who he thought was his friend and the main reason why he was able to be so easily manipulated was because the person in power was actively antagonist towards him. He did the right thing. He asked a person, who would have known how to make a report, how to make a report. If shockwave wasn’t the person who was in that roll then Wasp probably wouldn’t have been framed. And even if Bumblebees wasn’t the one who found the things in his locker, Sentinel still would have found them because Shockwave planted them. I’m sorry but asking a person how to make a report so you can go around the person who is acting aggressive towards you and holds a significant position of power over you isn’t the same as purposefully ruining someone’s life. Bumblebee was going off of evidence that was 100% circumstantial, biased, and highly questionable, that doesn’t automatically mean that he was trying to frame Wasp. If he had reported that he overheard a spy communicating with the decepticons and had reasons to believe that it might be Wasp, then I would assume that whoever the fuck would do an investigation and either clear Wasp or just arrest him because due process and fair trials is for babies. In which case, it still wouldn’t be the fault of a person who isn’t in control of anything. Blaming Bumblebee for what happened to Wasp is like blaming doctors for how expensive medical treatment is. He trusted the wrong person and that person used his trust against him. The people in power did not think to do an investigation into any of this. And even if the whole Wasp thing was open and shut why wouldn’t they look further into this? Maybe there was other spy’s? Did anyone think about that? No? It also isn’t Bumblebee’s fault that Shockwave got to the position of Prime. The security system and the people in charge of screenings didn’t pick up on the fact that there was a spy. That is not the fault of a random cadet who trusted someone. Shockwave’s actions and the people who died because of them are the fault of Shockwave. Bumblebee’s fuck up did help him not get caught, but it was also the closet we see to him being caught before he becomes a prime. If the people in the TFA world weren’t so fucking stupid then this wouldn’t of happened because maybe this hyper advanced world would have fucking security cameras. If they can figure out how to bend time and space then I think they can figure out how to install things that would record a conversation.

WAIT- doesn’t Bumblebee use something similar to that to figure out the decepticons plans and relay it back to earth? And they have computers that have screens so why don’t they have cameras installed?

Anyway, Wasp blaming Bumblebee makes sense. It makes sense that he is angry at him and it makes sense that he wouldn’t forgive him. That’s not the issue I have with this the issue is that OP also blames Bumblebee. Which I guess would also make sense as animated Optimus seems to be deeply rooted in the military and is a string supported of Ultra Magnus. It is stated in the first episode that he watches propaganda and repeats the military speech about being one big machine. He lies to save his friend and he sucks for that because his friend abuses his power whenever he gets the chance to and he knows this. Optimus lying for Sentinel is much more egregious to me than what Bumblebee does because Bumblebee didn’t know that Longarm was a spy. I understand why Optimus would lie for Sentinel, he is a loyal friend and he definitely did blame himself for what happened. That doesn’t change the fact that he KNOWINGLY let a person who he knew to be irresponsible and who got others into dangerous situations into a position of power. I think Ultra Magnus knew that Optimus was lying and like- why are you people like this?

Bumblebee could have been called out for so many different things that he actually did. Like is he a bad friend? Yes. He treats Bulkhead badly, most of there interactions are just him insulting Bulkhead and Bulkhead never insults him back. If they both were insulting each other then I wouldn’t really have an issue but most of the time they are seen together it’s just Bumblebee being an asshole. He’s willing to abandon his team and objective to chase down Blurr, he doesn’t listen when people tell him not to do something and it often leads to problems. There are reasonable things to call Bumblebee out on but the Wasp thing doesn’t make sense. If Optimus wanted to address Bumblebee never taking responsibility for his own actions, then why not do that when a consequence is the result of Bumblebee’s actions in a meaningful way. What the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t know how to make a report so he asked. This is one of the only times that Bumblebee stops to think and consider his options, he could have immediately began spying on Wasp and the other cadets but he didn’t. He wanted to pass it off to the right people who would be able to handle it.

Animated OP frustrates me because I come so close to liking him and then he does something that personally annoys the hell out of me. I get why he would lie for his friend who was manipulative and generally awful towards him but its still just like— you have seen the consequences of his actions. This is no longer just hurting you or him, it has maybe killed a person and he has not changed. Optimus thinks he can change but he has an obligation to not let him hurt anymore people and he just needs to tell the truth. It’s really hard to leave friends behind, I know that. Even when they hurt you and actively make your life worse it is still extremely difficult to let that relationship go. I appreciate how Optimus has issues in that regard. But it’s gotten to a point where Sentinel’s poor judgment and refusal to listen to others puts himself and others in danger. Optimus gave him the opportunity to continue to cause harm to others, and he really wants to sit here and say that Bumblebee was making excuses when he just wasn’t? And he never and would never be called out on this.

One last thing, Ultra Magnus and the rest of the high command clearly don’t give a shit about the cybertronians who were fighting (they were so willing to just kill Arcee for the activation code) in the war and also don’t ever try to investigate any issue further. Potential spy? Eh sure throw him into solitary confinement. One of our top cadets went missing and might have died but no body has been recovered? Well fuck, gotta just say she died and not look into it to make sure there wasn’t any malpractice.

So in conclusion:

The name thing both doesn’t make sense and makes too much sense

Ultra Magnus is kind of a dictator kind of not a dictator

Optimus prime spew’s military bullshit and propaganda and no one cares

Wasp is a dick, didn’t deserve what happened to him

Bumblebee is an asshole, he still didn’t try to ruin a persons life.

No one cares about investigating serious crimes and accusations

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Don't Hurt Yourself Part 2

AN: hehehe yall ain't ready for this one but.... let's goooooo 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: After your family and friends learn about what Jack did to you at the baby shower for your little girl they give him absolute hell

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife! Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

Read Part 1 so you know why we all want to beat Jackman's ass 🙃

After you threw your necklace and wedding ring at Jack, you ran off into the house followed by Bianca, your mom, your sister, and Maggie.

Clay was the first to speak and was looking at his older brother in disbelief. The disappointment was evident on his face.

As much as Jack would talk about you and how he wanted to marry you was baffling to him, because what would he cheat on you for?

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

"I.. umm.."

"Damn, I told Y/N earlier how if you messed up to come and find me but got damn Jack. Like... how you do your girl like that? YOUR WIFE? Her best friend though? Come on now man." Druski asked while trying to make sense of everything.

At this point no one could.

"But while she was pregnant? It's already bad enough you cheated, but she's carrying your child." Megan muttered before deciding to go and check on you to see if she could do anything to ease the pain she knew you were feeling.

Just then Jack made eye contact with your older brother who had his jaw clenched sitting next to your father.

He knew his ass was in for it now.

Not even two seconds later your brother ran towards him and before anyone could catch him, he sent a punch flying to the left side of Jack's face.

"Oh FUCK!"

Meanwhile in the house, your mom, Maggie, Bianca, Meg, and your sister Vanessa were trying to get you to calm down so that you wouldn't put yourself or your little one in distress.

"Sweetie, you need to breathe. Otherwise you're going to cause yourself to have a panic attack." Maggie pleaded while looking at you concerned.

Just about everyone knew about your panic attacks so it wasn't a secret. However, when you and Jack first started dating, they occurred less and less often. Who would've thought that the one person that always kept you calm had now sent you into panic mode.

"I'm trying.... it's just hard for me to catch my breath."

"It's going to be okay. You and the baby are going to have the best support system. You'll get through this."

"But... I don’t want to get through this. I want my husband. He always made me feel safe and that we could get through anything that life threw at us. I just want to have that feeling back." You replied as tears cascaded down your face. You had held them in long enough.

"I love him so so so much and I... why would he do this?"

Your mom wrapped her arm around you as you laid your head on her shoulder.

"No one can answer that but him. However, I didn't raise him to be like that. I can't even tell you how disappointed I am with him."

"I already know they are tearing his ass up outside." Meg added while handing you another tissue.

"Well whatever he has coming to him, he deserves it."

The front door opened and Neelam walked in with both of her hands filled with gifts.

"Sorry, I'm late mamas. My flight was delayed and it was a whole hot mess but.."

She set the gifts down when she noticed you were crying.

"What the hell did he do?"

You didn't even have a chance to answer her when you heard footsteps quickly approaching the living room and looked up to see Urban in a panic.

"Uhh, Y/N, your brother may or may not be kicking your husband's ass right now."

"Wait, what?"

You made a motion to stand up but was softly pressed back down by your mom and Maggie.

"We'll handle it. You stay here with Neelam, Vanessa, Megan, and Bianca."

You quickly nodded as Neelam took the place of Maggie once she got up.

"Sweetheart, what happened? I already have a feeling I'm going to have to kill Jack but I at least need to know what for."

You remained quiet and Vanessa spoke up for you.

"He's been cheating on her with Melanie for six months."

"Wait, WHAT? Your best friend Melanie? And the entire time you were pregnant?"

You simply nodded as the tears started to flow once again.

"Oh, sweetheart I am so so so sorry."

Neelam proceeded to give you a hug and the tears started to flow even more.

She was the entire reason that you and Jack were together.

She saw the way he kept looking at you from afar and had given him the courage that he needed to pursue you.

No one ever thought in a million years that this would happen to one of the most beloved couples in Hollywood.

But, here we are.

Once everything had finally gotten settled, it was only Maggie and Jack left in the backyard. It was now around 6 pm. It took Clay, Urban, Druski, 2fo, and Sunni to get your brother off of Jack. They were sitting across from one another in silence and Maggie had a look of disappointment on her face while Jack was trying to do anything and everything except look at his mother.

"Jackman Thomas..."

"Yes ma'am?"

Jack was currently sporting a busted lip along with a knot on the side of his head. Courtesy of your big brother.

"I don't even know where to begin.."

"Ma..."

"STOP." She held up her hand instantly making him go quiet.

"I raised you better than this. The last thing I ever thought would happen would be you cheating on Y/N. And the fact that she's pregnant too? With Melanie at that? What were you thinking? Better yet, you weren't thinking at all."

"I wasn't.. and I don't know what I saw in her."

"Me either. You always said how Y/N was everything you ever wanted and she was your soul mate. Is this how we treat our soul mates?"

"No..."

"She should divorce you."

Jack's eyes went wide as he was now playing with your necklace and wedding band set you threw at him earlier.

The chain was now broken because of the force you used to tear it off your neck.

"But..."

"No Jackman. You did her wrong and you deserve to suffer the consequences. So, when your little girl grows up could you imagine her husband doing this to her?"

"No, I would..."

"Exactly. So why did you do that to someone else's baby girl?"

He didn't have an answer.

"Pack a bag because you're staying with me. Everyone wants to murder you but since you're my child I've decided not too. Give Y/N some space."

"But she's pregnant, I can't leave her here by herself."

"You weren't concerned about her being pregnant when you were with her best friend. Besides she won't be by herself."

As much as Jack didn't want to leave, he had to give you your space. He had a lot to think about and a lot of work to do if he planned on getting that necklace around your neck and ring back on your finger.

Everyone made sure that the two of you didn't cross paths as Jack packed a bag in order to stay with his parents.

Bianca, Vanessa, Neelam, and your mom volunteered to stay with you even though you were trying to convince them that you would be okay by yourself.

Even though you knew for a damn fact that you wouldn't be.

You had taken a shower and was now back sitting on the couch as Neelam and Bianca brought in the last of the gifts from outside to put in your baby girl's room.

You had to keep yourself occupied so that you wouldn't dwell on the events that happened today so you decided to take down your faux locs and have Vanessa help you wash it and do a different style for you tomorrow.

You were getting close to the back of your hair when your phone went off.

It was Jack's ringtone alerting you that he sent a text.

Hubby- Please don’t ever think for a second that I don't love you because I do. I know I hurt you and I don't know why I did what I did. I'm going to fix this for you and our daughter.

You debated on if you should even answer him. Twenty minutes had passed before you started to type.

You- I threw the ring at you for a reason.

Hubby- Baby please don't do this.

You- You brought this on yourself. Our daughter and I will be just fine.

Hubby- at least give me a chance to fix this.

You- My heart has been shattered by you. Seems as if it will cause me more harm to pick up the pieces and fix it than to let it be. Go back to Melanie since that's what you've been doing this whole time.

Hubby- She'll never be you

You- And don't I fucking know it but apparently you didn't. Me and my daughter are going to sleep. Good night.

You weren't in fact going to sleep, but you were done having this conversation.

That was when you decided to put your phone on DND so you could finish your hair without being interrupted.

You could tell that the little one was awake because she kept kicking and it felt like she was practicing for the circus.

She always increased the kicks when Jack was around.

If she heard his voice, put his hand on your stomach, or even embraced you, she began to kick.

She was definitely going to be a daddy's girl.

There was no way in the world that you would ever keep them from each other and you just hoped that they would have a close relationship like you had with your father.

You also prayed that when she got older that she never found out about this.

Vanessa came to sit next to you and start on the other side of your hair. She worked in silence because she didn't even know what to say at this point to comfort you. You were her little sister and she would always protect you. But this was one thing that she couldn't protect you from.

"Y/N...."

"Yeah, Nessa?"

"If you want me to cut his dick off just say the word."

This made you laughed as you were finishing taking out another loc.

"I just... never thought I would be in a position like this."

"I know. But, you have a little girl depending on you now and that's where you need to put all your energy." Vanessa replied and you were met with a series of kicks as you placed your hand on her stomach.

"She's going to be good."

"No, the both of you are going to be good."

Jack was going through it.

It had been about a week since the entire ordeal happened and the first thing he did was cut all ties to Melanie.

He still remembers the look of disappointment upon his mother's face.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was disappoint his parents.

But he not only did that, but disappointed you at the same time.

At one point Melanie was trying to plead with him that now they could be together without you getting in the way but he quickly shut that down.

"One thing I know for a fact is that you'll never be on the same level as my wife."

She didn't take too well to that.

He was trying to keep himself distracted the best way he could when he decided to text Neelam to check up on you.

He knew better than to text you directly since all that would probably happen is you reading it and proceeding to ignore him.

Jack- Hey Neelam

Neelam- She’s fine, your daughter is fine

Jack- thank you

Neelam- I should kill you 😡

Jack- you and everyone else 😔

Neelam- no you don't get to use the sad face emoji. you did this shit. you ruined your marriage.

Jack- you don't need to remind me

Neelam- obviously someone does. I literally cannot believe you.

Jack- what am I going to do if she decides to divorce me?

Neelam- sign the damn papers

Jack- NEELAM! I can't let that happen

Neelam- should've thought about that before putting your dick in places it didn't belong

Jack- I literally cannot see myself being with someone else

Neelam- did you seriously just say that? 🤔

Jack- you know what I mean!

Neelam- I clearly do not because you were in fact with someone else. HER BEST FRIEND.

Jack- I didn't text you to be yelled at

Neelam- if you think I'm yelling now, just wait until I see you in person for your next appearance. Leave her to heal and keep your distance. I doubt you'll see her until she gives birth.

Jack- that's three months away! 😳

Neelam- you made this decision so you have to deal with the consequences. it's late so try and sleep.

Jack- easier said than done

Once he stopped texting Neelam, he started going through his photos.

They were mostly of the both of you.

First date, the date where he asked you to be his girlfriend, first time he took you to Louisville, when he proposed, the wedding pictures, and he finally landed on the video where you found out you were pregnant. He could hear his voice as the camera was turned on you.

"Stink, I'm nervous. What if it's negative?"

"Then we try again smush. That's the best part anyway."

You rolled your eyes before laughing at how silly your husband was.

"Go on babe, go look."

You walked closer to the bathroom counter and took a deep breath before picking up the test. Once you did, your eyes got wide.

"Smush, what's it say?"

"Looks like you're earned the title of daddy."

"You already call me that though."

"Jackman!"

The video ended with Jack setting his phone down, picking you up, and planting kisses all over your face.

"She's going to have the best parents any little girl could ask for." Was the last thing Jack heard before his eyes started to water.

He only had himself to blame.

But, he was determined to make this right.

His wife and his daughter were depending on him.

Just then his phone began ringing and recognized the number as being Melanie's.

He rolled his eyes but answered anyway.

"What do you want? I told you to stop calling me."

"I didn't want to but.... I think I'm pregnant."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

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ken-katayanagi · 6 months

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I’ve read your google docs of the katayanagi twins’ fashion. Super interesting stuff and I love it as both a fashion enthusiast and fan of the siblings. Your document really emphasizes the distinction between those two even with the very little info we have on them (kyle’s style could be late 80s japanese pop while ken’s style could be more leaning towards visual kei). Also matches their personalities (ramona mentioned kyle is the hothead of the two, so I guess the pretty and proper bad boy kind of look fits him)

Something about your endnote fascinates me, however. You mentioned something about the twins’ relationship being strained but then strengthened after ramona’s betrayal. Would you implore more on the idea? I’m now invested in it very much…. thank you and have a good day

Thank you!!! I mostly based my looks off this piece of concept art by O’Malley, which makes me think the personalities the twins had in their few anime appearances were just parts that weren’t as well communicated in Vol. 5

(I think that little doddle next to the crossed out “they’re not even Japanese” emphasizes that visual kei comparison you made)

But as for the second bit, I think the twins weren’t exactly on great terms, even before Ramona. A decent part of this has to do with my own personal head cannons surrounding Kyle and how I perceived his and Ramona’s relationship with alcohol, but also with just how different the twins seem to be under the surface. They seem like they would run in almost completely opposite social circles and be invested in similarly opposite things.

And it’s honestly really tied to their teens. Basically, their parents kinda unintentionally set up a dynamic where Kyle felt like Ken got away with everything (piercings, weird clothes, going out to band shows and having a more trusting relationship with their parents) and Ken thought Kyle couldn’t get his act together (partying, showing up back home late, getting in fight with their parents). Neither was true as in reality their parents let a lot of stuff with Ken slide that wouldn’t have otherwise because “well at least he’s not drunk” and Kyle was genuinely going through some serious mental shit but not telling anyone so his actions just looked super random and mean spirited. So by the time they get to college, they haven’t really addressed this weird image they have of the other in their heads.

And it explains how Ramona was even able to two time siblings. They’re not going to the same parties, they’re not really talking at length about their lives (since they never mention enough detail to make the other suspicious), they’re probably not really bothering each other much if they share a dorm. Ramona unconsciously sees and plays this divide, knowing they’re not really together enough for her to get caught.

It also emphasizes for me a very emotional aspect for all three of them. Ramona is hot off a messy break up (Roxie), the breakup that ended her first relationship with a women and also seems to be her first attempt at having something…maybe not serious but genuine (it seemed more important than anything with Matt Todd or Lucas). Shes hardly in the headspace to be in a relationship, and maybe after some nights out, she’s terrified and not sure what to do because whoops she’s in two! And the longer it goes on the less Ramona actually wants to fix it because it’s kinda fun in a messed up way, and the twins aren’t bad company…until it all comes crashing down and she’s out the door before they even notice she’s gone. I think Ramona’s relationship with the twins is her at her actual lowest, with her being most at fault for what happened and the least justified in bolting afterwards. This low point is exactly when Gideon finds her, unsure and upset at herself, in exactly the position to manipulate her. (Sorry if this came off a little Ramona bash-y, I love Ramona but this girl makes bad choices)

As for the twins, I think the really strong emotional beat here is the idea of how avoidable it would’ve felt for them. How if they had just been able to set aside their own bullshit, if they had even bothered to connect at all, they could’ve figured it out in a few days, rather than in a few weeks or a few months. Ramona’s betrayal is catalyst for them to sit down and just…talk out a lot of their own personal crap.

But yeah that’s why. Sorry this got super massively long, but I hope you liked it and it wasn’t too ramblely lol.

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imliketheiceifreeze · 11 months

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Come Come Kitty- Part one

Recom Quaritch x AFAB Reader

warnings: flirting, swearing, injury, eventual smut, MINORS DNI

In the lab as usual, your eyes glazed over in boredom as you measured out countless samples and prepared for the next days experiments. If you had known you’d still be stuck in a lab 24/7 you may have reconsidered your deployment to pandora.

Sucking in a deep breath as you held the test tube tightly in your hand, you imagined your paradise-running through the pandoran forest, feeling the mossy floor beneath your feet and the rush of wind against your face. Maybe you had your own Ikran if you didn’t die trying to catch it you chuckle to yourself.

Yeah that pipe dream, the only reason you left your old world behind, got squashed pretty fast. This place is as damn depressing as earth with the stupid military men stomping about in their ridiculous boots and the grey and camouflage colour scheme of the whole goddamn base was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"Y/N," a sharp voice cut through your dreaming and you turned your head sharply in surprise. Dr Augustine just stared back at you for what felt like an eternity before nodding her head toward your hand

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, realising your tight grip had shattered the test tube, ramming glass into your hand. So fucking stupid, how had you not noticed your own blood running down your wrist, staining your lab coat. Springing up from your chair you sped over to a sink to contain the blood, assessing the damage.

"are you alright?" Dr Augustine asked, unusually concerned from behind you as you feebly attempted to pull pieces of glass from the cuts in your hand. She grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"Y/N, you need to see the medic," she just said uncharacteristically softly, placing one hand on your shoulder as you said nothing just closed your eyes so frustrated at yourself for always causing this kind of mess.

"sorry," You mumbled as you ignored Grace’s advice and continued to pry at the glass embedded in you.

"stop," She breathed.

You felt it coming, your face growing hot and your bottom lip trembled as you tried to keep it contained, tears welling up in your eyes until you couldn’t see.

"I’m sorry," You murmured again as you felt your obvious sadness slip down your face in front of the woman you looked up to and wanted to impress. You wished you were crying for the pain of being stabbed.

"It’s okay kid, lets get you to the medic."

You knew you must’ve been an awful state for Grace to not have bothered lecturing you about the wasted samples or the shattered glass, only gripping your shoulder as she led you out of the lab towards the med bay. You let your arm drop to your side, small dots of red leaving a trail of evidence behind your every step. "I’ve got someone for you," she called cheerfully as we rounded the corner.

"oh what is it now grace, another lab explosion, or did you poison someone with toxic chemicals this time?" The nurse chattered cheerfully

"just this one, a bit clumsy with the glass wear it seems."

"oh," The nurse only spoke, leaving her mouth in an o shape long after the words left her lips as her eyes finally laid on you. Her nametag read ‘rose’. A pretty name, it suited her with her flaming orange locks and soft red cheeks against alabaster skin.

She hurried over to you and guided you to an empty bed. "Just stay there for a minute whilst I get the doctor," she called, scurrying away and calling out some words about blood loss and shock.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

you almost laughed but didn’t want to be rude. "I’m okay Dr Augustine, it doesn’t hurt," you replied with a weak smile.

"Okay, it's your call kid," she departed swiftly, obviously anxious to get back to her true passion. Navi forestry and the lab. I wish I could find peace in something like that, to actually enjoy it.

"Just lie back now the doctors going to give you some gas and air," a doctor spoke and I suddenly seemed to be crowded by a team of people.

"no!’ You exclaimed harshly."

"No?"

"No I don’t want it, I’m fine without."

"Are you sure? It’s going to hurt..."

"yes I’m sure don’t give me that," you exclaimed as you struggled against their hands pushing you to the bed, moving your head from side to side to avoid the mask coming down over your eyes

"patients heart rate increasing."

"I think she’s going into shock."

"no I’m not don’t put that on me."

"patient needs to be sedated."

You struggled against their firm grip as you felt a needle stab into your arm and the world begin to blur. "No please," you cried out in terror as I felt the world slip away.

"It’s okay, just relax," Rose gripped your hand as you tried to make out their faces as they blurred and contorted. You could feel the panic set in, you wanted to run but the lights went out before you could even try.

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Opening your eyes, you were shocked at the bright lights, quickly closing them again to ease the burn. you were wheeled over to another bed in a quiet room that only one other person seemed to occupy. You vaguely felt yourself being lifted into the other bed and being wrapped in blankets as you allowed yourself drift away to sleep again.

When you awoke for the second time you were alert and able to fully take in your surroundings: a room filled with beds with thin paper curtains as the only small privacy. Overflowing with boredom you decided to get on your feet and explore, Not the easiest task when dosed up on god knows what drugs but just as you were about to grab the door handle you heard a condescending voice

"Now where in the hell do you think you’re going?"

You whipped around and stared at the man, recognizing him to be colonel Quaritch. Leader of the RDA and fearless warrior. You would be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by him. "Out," you replied curtly, challenging him to stop you.

"So it was you causing all that trouble before, can’t listen to instructions very well can you," he tutted, taking in your dishevelled form in only your jeans and bra with a well bandaged wrist.

"it’s not exactly in the scientist job description, sorry you can’t boss me around like your own private sir," you stood defensively as if he would strike you from his comfortable spot on the bed, only then did you notice the bandage around his oversized torso. His eyes creased as he chuckled lightly at your comment, as though your presence was providing him with pure amusement.

"Come on kitty, what you gonna do? Bite me?’ He cooed mockingly.

"I’ll claw your god damn eyes out," You hissed lowly, never breaking eye contact.

"I see why they had to sedate you for a few stitches now," He laughed again. He was really starting to piss you off when all of a sudden you felt the room spin and felt yourself begin to fell forward, grabbing onto the end of the bed you’d previously been laying on for purchase.

"Whoa easy there," He jumped up to your side, cradling an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Leave me alone, you’re injured."

"And you’re a liability," He replied attempting to help you to your bed whilst you tried feebly to push him away. "come on darling you’re not exactly heavy," he said as he swooped an arm under your legs and began lifting you to your bed.

All you could do was place your palms against his bare chest to keep your balance as your face burned in embarrassment. You tried to avoid looking into his amber eyes but when you eventually stole a glance up, you could see that smug smile plastered over his face.

‘Here you go sweetheart, wasn’t so hard now was it?’ You felt too embarrassed to quip back, only focused on the warm skin that scorched your fingertips, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat with every breath he took as he eventually laid you back down onto the grimy hospital bed.

You only now realised just how close your faces were and quickly turned your head from him, jerking your body back instinctively, yet forgetting that your arms had looped themselves around his neck, effectively pulling him on top of you in the process. You could feel the harsh puffs of breath he released into the crook of your neck as he laughed, caging your with his arms as he forced you to look at him.

"And here was me thinking you didn’t like me, when all you really wanted was a good fu-"

"ahem," A cough interrupted your predicament, one from a very judgemental looking Dr Augustine. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the precarious situation, both you and the head of security shirtless in bed with your arms still trapping him close to your body.

Slowly you withdrew them like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar as the tension built in the room before Grace composed herself. "Well Colonel it seems you’ve already become well acquainted with Y/N, I’m sure it will come in useful on the new mission."

"Huh? New mission?" You scrambled away from Quaritch to the end of the bed, practically wagging your tail at the thought of finally leaving this godforsaken base.

"Yes, I had thought I would tell you both separately but I’m sending you down to pandora to collect important specimens as it seems you’ve been getting restless up here." You leapt up of the bed, embracing Grace in a hug causing her to stiffen.

"Thank you so much I won’t mess this up."

"I’m sure you won’t or I’ll have you shipped back to earth,’ she scolded in her usual tone, causing you to nod harshly, barely containing your excitement.

"Well look at that kitty, I guess you’ll have to put a hold on clawing my eyes out," the colonel whispered by your ear so that Grace couldn’t hear him. You only glared, unable to retaliate under her watchful gaze.

"Well I’ll leave you two to get dressed," Grace coughed, once again drawing light on the strange situation, making you roll your eyes, exclaiming,

"nothing like that was going on Dr Augustine," With a groan, hardly being able tell if she believed me or not.

"Hmm," She responded as she began to walk away.

"Oh and Y/N, I want you back in the lab tomorrow, head to your quarters and recover for the remainder of the day."

"yes Ma’am," she nodded satisfied before continuing her departure.

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The sound of the chopper was so loud in your ears as you walked towards the helipad, it threw debris around us in a whirlwind that had you fighting with all your strength to take even a step forward. Your military escort pushed your head down, reminding you not to accidentally decapitate yourself on the propellers, as you pulled yourself into the body of the aircraft.

"There’s my favourite little science puke," His eyes bore into yours with that predatory look as he spoke, arms crossed against his, unfortunately, clothed chest causing his arms to bulge out, glistening slightly in the sun’s rays. For the first time you noticed the eagle tattoo settled on his forearm…

"If you’re done checking me out, we can get on with this science plant extraction bullshit."

Your breath caught in your throat as you realised he was indeed correct about your gaze lingering on his body much longer than necessary. "In your dreams," you scoffed half-heartedly as you took a seat next to one of the other soldiers.

"you alright? I’m Mansk" The soldier turned to you, introducing himself with his hand stuck out. Reaching out you shook it firmly.

"Y/N," you replied with a shy smile causing him to chuckle a little. Quaritch moved his arm in a circle, some kind of military signal, and you lifted off the ground.

"What exactly are we looking for then Princess?" Quaritch questioned lazily as he dropped himself into the unoccupied seat on your side, nodding to Mansk on your left.

You made a noise of disgust at the nickname, ignoring the fluttering feeling in your chest, this man is going to send you into cardiac arrest you're certain. "Its not just the plants, I need to bring back rock, earth, water samples, anything I can get really, this site has never been explored by humans before." You explained in excitement at the prospect.

Instead of making some cheap joke, Quaritch listened intently, eyes trained on yours. You took the time to examine them finally, deep honey coloured pools that stared at you with some kind of blazing intensity you couldn’t place.

"Touch down in T-Minus 5 Minutes," Quaritch shouted abruptly, turning his attention away from you finally. "Be ready boys, this is an easy trip, in and out, I wanna be back for dinner."

"Yes sir," his team replied in unison.

He stood up, leaning on one hip with his hands on his belt before directing all of his soldiers out of the aircraft. You felt bewildered and out of place, unsure of what exactly you should do.

"Come on Darlin’ u wanna be left behind?" He shouted over the sound of the chopper’s propellers, causing you to spring up to follow his team closely, jumping to the ground and hoping not to fall.

Quaritch was the last to leave before the aircraft left you alone in the middle of pandora making you realise suddenly how small and alone you were in this place. Nevertheless, you took in the magnificent view, massive trees and flowers surrounded you, the brightest greens and deepest blues you’d ever seen, it left you completely breathless.

‘Well then brainiac, do what you gotta do,’ the Colonel gestured with his arms towards the forest and expanse of open plane that surrounded everyone.

Not bothering to reply you began to unpack your supplies and examine the area. You became lost in thought as you took leaves, soil, grasses, drops of water-all things you hoped Dr Augustine would appreciate- and when you eventually looked around for the others, they were lounging around in the grass clearly bored out of their minds. You couldn’t really blame them though, you were the only one they were waiting for. Suddenly you felt a tug on your backpack, pulling you off balance.

"Hey! Stop wondering off I’ve already told you you’re a liability once."

You turned your head to him, looking sourly as he gazed down at you equally unimpressed. However, before you had time to formulate a response you were ripped from his grip, the force hurling you backwards to land on your side, when you looked up, to your horror you saw an enormous panther-esque animal, you thought you had heard Grace call it a thanator once…

it had Mansk in its paws whilst the other soldiers attempted to shoot at the animal. This only served to help slightly as more of the panther creatures leapt from the bushes in an ambush. In the chaos all of the soldiers scattered and ran, only then did you realise you were running too, clambering up a large tree to escape their foaming mouths and razor sharp teeth.

to be continued...

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Riddlers Reacting to Reader Wearing A “TikTok” Dress

A/N: okay so a few things:

1) This was one of my first original ideas for headcanons when I first decided to write fanfics again, so I’m excited to feel confident enough to write it rip (this is also one of the more self indulgent ideas I’ve had so bare with me)

2) Heidi Lavon owns my tiktok, so it’s my job to bless you with her content here’s her in the dress:

3) It’s called the Carmen Dress and it has a $300 price tag on god save queens

4) As I mentioned this is 100% self indulgent, so sorry for ALL the errors, this idea has been brewing in my mind for months until I couldn’t hide it anymore, so if it reads like rambles…that’s why lol

( Also, I mention it in only one or two headcanons, but ALL these bastards would ask if it comes in green (unfortunately it doesn’t but I’ll be damned if a couple these guys won’t try and make it happen) also this all takes place in private)

Trigger Warnings: heavy suggestiveness (I mean...look at the dress) and strong language (I have a sailor mouth, sorry not sorry)

Batman the Animated Series Riddler:

- Congratulations, you’ve made this goofball speechless

- No literally, man looks like a fish out of water

- Eyes wide, mouth opening and closing. Stuck between catching his breath and trying to form a coherent sentence.

- Oh God, you’re walking closer to him?!

- The man’s face is as red as a tomato and he’s as hot to the touch as a furnace

- He’s finally able to start rambling off compliments

- You’re stunning, ravishing, gorgeous, enchanting…

- He’s a chuckling mess as you wrap yourself around him

- Becomes speechless again as he realizes just how little you’re actually wearing

- Your body is at the mercy of this measly fabric

- It takes him a minute, but he gets his suavity back once the surprise wears off

- You are beautiful there was never any doubts about that, but now that you’ve teased him he wants to see all of you

Capullo/Zero Year Riddler:

- Well, hellloooo~~

- The fuck you’ve been hiding this piece for?

- He absolutely loves what’s going on in the front, straight up licking his lips.

- The back could use some work though, not nearly as revealing as it could be

- You better hold this dress close to you, he’s not opposed to making some “alterations”

- Does it come in green?

- Adores showing you off in it, look how hot my partner is!

- He appreciates the piece, it accentuates everything he loves about you, and can love a good tease

- But he also thinks you just being in your underwear would suffice

- Or really nothing at all

- (wait omg are you commando right now in the dress?)

- Ow, don’t hit him that hurt!

The War of Jokes and Riddles (twojar) Riddler:

- Oh shit

- Sexy and sophisticated, he’s here for it!

- Reveals just enough to be enticing but hides the right amount to tease

- His hands are instantly caressing the sheer parts of the dress

- He’s already mapping out what the dress shows so he’s sure to leave hickeys later (or right now)

- Also asks if it comes in green, possessive buff leprechaun prick.

- If you mention there are similar dresses available in different varieties, he’s all here for it.

- Like, babe, you have his card and bank information, you don’t need to ask (you didn’t when you bought this dress, so what the hell?)

- Will absolutely show you off to literally anyone and everyone, so better not be shy!

- They can look but if they even try to touch they’re dead.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Another connoisseur of the sexy and sophisticated look the dress provides.

- He’s a proud grinning bastard

- Inquires where you got the dress and just how long were you going to keep this a secret from him

- Oh you’re just trying it on?

- Let him help you take it off~

- What? He’s being a gentlemen! He is reformed you know.

- (but not in that category)

- Hands are immediately on you and show no sign of pulling them away

- Fingers running along the track of black fabric on your back

- If you’re his assistant at his private investigator firm, he is debating possibly changing your dress code

- Too much? Yes, you’re probably right, this view is for his eyes only

- Maybe you two could set up a private visit to his office though, hm?

Dano Riddler:

- He’s stunned

- Frozen like a deer in headlights

- His brain is short-circuiting between how gorgeous you look but also how the dress is even like fitting right now?

- How is it even on your body? Wait that’s sheer material? He thought that was just skin

- His face blooms in a bright red when you invite him to touch the material so he can feel it.

- Eyes constantly raking over your form up and down, up and down.

- When he finally finds the strength to go up to you and touch you, he’s gone.

- Roaming his hands up and down, all around your body.

- He’s absolutely breathless, constantly taking sharp inhales every once in awhile

- He’s just in awe, he already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but you were able to surprise him yet again.

- No one else is allowed to see you in this but him, he wants this to just be for him (and you’re more than happy to oblige)

- (suck it, bruce wayne! My partner is more gorgeous than any of your flings!)

Gotham Riddler:

- Oh hello there~ (calm down obi wan)

- His eyes are wide to saucers and his mouth falls open

- But only for a second, before he’s absolutely grinning like a cat that caught the canary

- He walks up to you, his full attention on you.

- Warm brown eyes scanning your figure up and down, almost like a predator to prey

- But the way you look is absolutely killing him in the best way

- He’s committing this image to his mind, you know he has a photographic memory

- He genuinely thought with his times at GCPD and his experiences as the Riddler, he’s seen it all

- Like Dano Riddler, he’s quite impressed with how you manage to surprise him with your beauty, yet again.

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Deadass did a double take.

- He walked past you, barely giving you a glance (like usual), but he must’ve seen your lack of clothing in his peripheral.

- What’re you trying to do? Distract him? You know how much that frustrates him!

- Once the haze of annoyance he’s usually in goes away as he takes in the rest of the dress…

- The man’s a stuttering puddle.

- “W-W-What are you wearing? I-It’s not even a dress! N-No! I…I do like it..”

- You give him a small 360 twirl so he can get a full view.

- You can’t help but grin at the sharp gasp of air he took and tried to hide.

- Man is struggling, quick wrap your arms around him, his bravado is DOWN

- His tired eyes have glossed over and he’s absolutely puddy in your hands

- Once his brain starts sparking again, he shucks off his gloves so his rough hands can touch your soft skin.

- He gasps again at just how little is hidden and how thin the material is.

- Stunning, radiant, gorgeous…so many words but they fall short as you take his breath away

- Congrats, you’ve done something even the Bat has never done…rendered Edward Nygma absolutely speechless

Telltale Riddler:

- This ornery asshole.

- He’ll rake his eyes over you and give you a little “hmph”

- He’ll shrug it off, he doesn’t see the reason for it when you can just parade around in your underwear and get the same reaction

- But don’t let it fool you, he is absolutely warming up and “getting” up as you saunter around the room

- He does appreciate the cheekiness of the dress, revealing just the right amount to make you still wonder

- He’ll keep up his indifferent front for as long as he can.

- Until you straddle the puzzle grandpa.

- He has no choice but to appreciate it now, how what little fabric hugs your skin, and just how little you’re actually wearing

- Just don’t tell him the price tag, sweetheart, he’ll have an absolute boomer fit.

- ($300? You can just walk around the lair naked for free?!)

Young Justice Riddler:

- Uhh, yeah no he’s dead.

- Congrats you’ve killed him without laying a finger on him

- Shaking him might work…

- Once he’s conscious, he’s still sort of brain dead.

- His lisp and stutters are amplified to the -nth degree

- He’s not even making words at this point.

- You’ve broken him, way to go

- You try to reach out for him and talk to him

- Poor baby will literally scurry away

- H-he doesn’t deserve this, to see you dressed like this, looking so stunning

- W-what do you mean you’re wearing this for him?

- He barely feels worthy to kiss you, hold you, see you in a bikini/swimwear

- But this?? Really?

- It’s going to take him a minute, but once the initial shock is over, he’ll warm up to touching you and interacting with you in the dress

- He is torn between asking you to wear this only for his eyes or wear it when y’all go out

- Like he wants to show you off so he can see the gorgeous partner he pulled, but also like doesn’t want you to garner any unwanted attention (n-not that he wouldn’t protect you..but..like…you’ve seen him)

#yep this is it #ive gone completely insane #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader #zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #the war of jokes and riddles riddler x reader #twojar riddler x reader #gotham city sirens riddler x reader #pi riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #gotham riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #telltale riddler x reader #young justice riddler x reader #headcanons #ri writes

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Congrats on finishing SitO! It’s genuinely one of the best written pieces of fan fiction I’ve ever come across and definitely that best I’ve read within this fandom! Thanks for all the effort you put into it, anyone reading this story can tell just how much you loved telling it.

Also, from your AU list, I’m SUPER excited to see more from your Alerudy Cartel AU! I have no idea what it is (the drama?? The deception?? Secretly badass Rudy??) but something about the idea is just scratching my brain right, do you have any head canons / details you want to share about it?

I literally love this AU with a passion, I'm sorry but its so fucking good like its time that we let Rudy be kinda evil and badass guys

Here are some thoughts/established things I have here:

Rudy plays the part of the innocent little house husband for his act, which includes letting his fake husband order him around when they are in public

Because of this Rudy had to choose someone he actually liked to be his fake husband

So his fake husband is actually his second in command. A man he knows is loyal and he knew would be willing to go with the idea because he's lowkey in love with Rudy

They are actually married, just not together. They have all the paperwork filed and everything, that way if something happened or someone accused them of having a fake marriage they could prove it

Rudy's second in command/fake husband fucking hates Alejandro

He knows that Alejandro and Rudy are sleeping together but has to pretend to not know/play nice

Y'all know Sin Nombre's mansion in the game? Thats actually Rudy's house in this AU. He uses it as his actual home and base of operations

Rudy is like a very big like community helper type of cartel leader (think like Mafia's/mobs who do a lot of community service/help people out so that people will turn a blind eye to their crimes)

His cartel is less in the open than Valeria's. No men walking around in masks or with guns on full display. He doesn't need the showboating to keep his control over the area

Later on as the power keeps shifting he ends up essentially absorbing the other cartel and bringing Valeria in to his team. He gives her control over his cartel in another town so she still has that power she wants, but is still under his thumb.

Rudy and Alejandro meet before the events of MW2 and by the time that the events of MW2 come around, Alejandro knows Rudy is the head of the cartel and Rudy has taken full control of the area

When they do the Sin Nombre mission in the game, that's different as Alejandro (still sleeping with Rudy even though he knows he's cartel) just kinda brings Soap, Ghost, and Graves with him

He's like "hey Rudy do you happen to have any information on this terrorist"

And Graves, Ghost, and Soap are all surprised when Rudy is like "Since you asked so nicely-" and just spills everything to him

Graves lowkey thinks Rudy is hot and makes some comments and Alejandro literally has to keep from punching him in the face.

When the stuff with the base happens, Rudy actually sends cartel men in on a temporary truce with Soap and Ghost to help rescue the Vaqueros

Rudy can literally switch from sweet innocent house husband mode to "I will fucking stab you if you talk back to me again" mode within like a second and it fully turns Alejandro on every time

Once Alejandro knows that Rudy is the head of the cartel, they actually keep sleeping together and their relationship kinda turns into Alejandro laying in bed with Rudy like "I'm going to bring down your operation and arrest you"

And Rudy just snuggles closer to him and is like "I'm sure you will Ale, I'm sure you will."

Rudy has four guard dogs and they all absolutely adore Alejandro

Like tackling him to give him kisses any time he shows up type of love

Before Alejandro knows about Rudy's marriage being a sham and everything, he was a jealous mess

Like when I say that him and Rudy's fake husband were fighting, I mean they were fighting fighting

Like Rudy's fake husband makes a point to always interrupt them or show up at random times. And he always wraps himself around Rudy and is all flirtatious cause he knows all Alejandro can do is watch

Then you have Alejandro who will drop random snide comments about how he didn't understand how the man managed to marry someone like Rudy or how he was sure Rudy was always unsatisfied with him

Rudy didn't mind their fued because he liked the attention and also it was fun to play pretend affair for a bit

He especially liked when he and Alejandro were in bed and Alejandro would start with the "does your husband fuck you like this? I bet he can't even make you cum. Thats it baby scream my name so everyone knows who you really belong to."

When Alejandro needs favors Rudy likes to pull a "I'll need some payment for this" then just have Alejandro fuck him sjdndnnf

Rudy is constantly buying Alejandro the most expensive nicest shit ever

Alejandro always feels bad cause he can't afford anything as nice and always ends up settling on like flowers and stuffed animals and chocolates

Meanwhile any time he gives those things to Rudy and Rudy is literally melting into a puddle because he loves them so much

Literally any stuffed animal or little trinket Alejandro gets him either goes on his bed or on display

Despite them being on opposite sides they are very soft and in love and I stand by that

Rudy in this au loves knives, they are his go to weapon for anything and everything

Also he wears the sluttiest little outfits. Like will wear a shirt unbuttoned half way to shoe off his chest and is just like that djdjdjfj

Actually falls in love with Las Almas when he moves into the town and genuinely does his best to take care of the town and the people and keep cartel business outside of peoples lives

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #alerudy #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro cod #rudy mw2 #alejandro x rudy #rudy cod #alejandro mw2

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splendidreads · 1 year

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Open Your Arms, Part 3

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Female OC

Word Count: 4692

Warnings: some mildly foul language, threats, protective Bucky is a warning in itself.

Summary: 'Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn't know how to accept real love. She's never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he's just like everyone else?'

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, l'll keep on going. I'm incredibly beyond nervous about this. ALSO; things will pick up in the next chapter!! DONT WORRY!!

Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice.

Please re-post and comment:)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

TAGLIST: @wintasssoldier

Part 4 Here

SONG: Finesse by Bruno Mars & Cardi B

Katherine had slept pretty well that night, in her new big bed. She had actually slept into the morning, for the first time in years. Her bed was surely a mess, and she probably had the worst bed head of her life. But for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt rested.

A soft humming sound started in her throat, as she rolled over in the bed, hearing her phone buzz against the nightstand. She stretched her arm out, blindly smacking her hand around before she finally felt her phone. One of her eyes slowly peeled itself open, just enough to look at her phone.

10 text messages, and 2 missed calls.

It was then that she finally looked at the time, both of her eyes snapping open. It was nearly eleven in the morning, far longer than she’d ever slept in before.

“Shit!”

She fell out of the bed with a loud plop, scurrying to get to the bathroom and start her day. As she turned the shower on, she went through her text messages.

Sage 7:46am ‘GOOD MORNING! Let me take Skadi out for a walk, then let me know when someone will come get me!’

Sage 8:03 ‘Skadi tried to drag me into the lake.’

Sage 8:30 ‘KATIE ARE YOU UP?’

Bucky 8:32 ‘Good morning, Katherine. I came to check on you, but you were so peacefully sound asleep.. I thought I’d just let you rest. I have meetings starting at 9, and hopefully will have a lunch break around noon. I hope you sleep well, and I’ll see you later (:’

Sage 9:10 ‘I’m ready whenever you are’

Sage 9:30 ‘…are you alive?’

Sage 9:47 ‘Did something happen..?’

9:52 Missed phone call, Sage

Sage 10:03 ‘I’m stopping by your house, or I guess your old house, grabbing a couple of things. Your dad isn’t here..’

10:13 Missed phone call, Sage

Sage 10:15 ‘Did I possibly steal someone’s phone number, because you left the letter on your desk? Yes, yes I did.’

Bucky 10:25 ‘Sage texted me. Steve’s about to head over to get her.. I know you said she worries a lot, but she seems pretty antsy to not hear from you. I told her that you were asleep, and she didn’t seem to believe me..?’

Katherine let out a long huff of air as she began brushing her teeth, reading all of the text messages. Her eyes rolled, reading the ones from Sage. But when she saw the texts from Bucky, she smiled. She hummed softly, her fingers tapping away on the glass screen.

‘Everything’s fine, I promise!! Would you believe me if I said that I slept in?’

‘Good morning! I’m so sorry, I don’t ever sleep in like this. Thank you for being so kind! Don’t worry about Sage, it’s just very uncharacteristic of me, lol’

She sent the first text to Sage and the second to Bucky, as she moved around the bathroom, prepping to get into the shower. Just as she was about to step into the shower, Sage texted her back.

‘…What?’

‘I was preparing myself to fight a mob, just so you know..’

‘Also.. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT STEVE WAS HOT!’

A rumble of a laugh passed Katherine’s lips, shaking her head as she quickly texted her back.

‘Lol I’m getting into the shower see you soon.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katherine decided to try and leave her hair down for the day, realizing she hasn’t had that opportunity in such a long time. Her hair was always in a slick bun, or a braid for work. It had been long enough that she was a bit surprised to see that the strands reached right above her rear. She had a hard time getting herself ready, her eyes glued to the body she saw in the mirror.. Noticing every detail that she despised about herself. She wasn’t a petite woman, that was for sure. Her hips were wide, thighs jiggling as she moved. Her tummy had a bit of a pooch, sticking out over her jeans, enough for her to grab between her fingers to fiddle with. Stretch marks across her hips and abdomen, even her thighs and breasts, from frequent weight changes. She would at least give herself credit for having nice curves.

A sharp rap of knocks at her bedroom door snapped her out of the daze.

“Hold on!” Her voice echoed through the bathroom, her bare feet padding across the tile as she pulled a shirt over her head.

“My hands are full or I would just come in anyways!” Sages voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Her hands were full?

Katherine pulled the door open, a confused look on her face as not only Sage but Steve as well both walked into her room with a few boxes and shopping bags. She continued with her confused expression, a hand on her hip as she watched them set everything in the TV area.

“So, I know that you’re not a very materialistic person,” Sage started, opening a few boxes, “But I also know.. That was never really a choice.”

Katherine walked towards them, peering into the boxes, “Okay…”

“I may have let it slip, that you’re a bit of an artist..” Sage shot her an innocent look, “I grabbed everything from my place that you had, and Bucky sent Steve and I out to get you new art supplies.”

Katherine’s eyes shot up, looking between the two blondes. She was silent for a moment, not sure what she wanted to say. Steve let out a soft sigh, a smile on his lips as he helped Sage take everything out from the bags

“He had already fully intended on taking you shopping.. But after talking to Sage,” His eyes went to her, a smile on his lips, “We all agreed you could use the surprise.”

Katherine stood there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t unlike Sage to try and take care of her, that wasn’t anything new. But the fact that it was Bucky, as well as Steve.. She watched as the two began taking things out, her eyes looking at all of the things.

“I also got a few things for you to decorate your room with.” Sage spoke, looking around the room. “This is the perfect spot!”

Sage stood up with a handful of rectangular frames in her hands. She walked over towards the television, and began placing them on the wall, trying to figure out the best spot for them. Katherine watched her for a moment, trying to look at the photos.. She could practically feel her heart swell, realizing what the pictures were. One was of Katherine and Sage, around the time they met. They were both so young.. Another was the two of them, a bit older, with a huge mess of paint. They both had big grins plastered on their faces, though she knew that after that moment they cleaned it all up. Next was a photo of them from their High School graduation..

“I thought you could use a few personal touches.”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a sweet smile, “Thank you.. Both.” She turned her smile to Steve, who just simply nodded his head, returning the smile.

Sage hummed softly, as she stuck the photos to the wall, satisfied with her arrangement. She then went back to all of the things on the table, and began to move some stuff around. Soon, all three of them were going around the room, decorating. Sage had suggested putting music on, and Katherine didn’t argue. The girls were dancing around the room, having a great time.. Katherine didn’t even notice that Steve had been gone for about fifteen minutes.

“Ooh, don't we look good together?

There's a reason why they watch all night long..

Yeah, know we'll turn heads forever..

So tonight I'm gonna show you off!”

Sages voice sang the words happily, both girls laughing as they danced around. Katherine smiled, walking into her closet to hang up the last of her clothes.. There wasn’t much, but it was at least a little better now. Sage had brought the clothes that Katherine left at her house, wanting her to have better options. Katherine had gone deep into her walk in closet, the music flooding her ears, and didn’t have any idea that Steve was back.. And that there was someone else in the room as well.

“You must be him.” Sage smiled, putting her hand out, “It’s good to officially meet you.”

Bucky offered her a kind smile, shaking her hand, “You too.” He glanced around the room, raising an eyebrow, “It looks nice. Thank you for doing this..” He seemed like he had more to say.

Sage hummed softly, “No problem. I’m just thankful that you’re not a big meanie,” She chuckled a bit, before lowering her voice, “She would kill me for saying anything… But I feel like it’s my job.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed on his face, listening intently. He could hear Katherine in the closet, humming along to the music. He wondered if she liked to sing.. But he was also very curious to know what Sage was about to tell him.

“I know way more about what you do, than she does.” Sage crossed her arms on her chest, looking directly to Bucky’s eyes, “She has no idea.. The reality of what she’s about to put herself in.”

Bucky nodded his head slowly, though his eyes narrowed a bit, “And just how do you think you know?”

Sage chuckled softly, proving his gaze ineffective, “Deputy Chief Alexandria Chambers.”

Bucky’s gaze softened, hearing the name. He looked to Steve, who simply nodded his head as if he already knew the information that was being revealed. He was confused.. How did she know her?

“She was my mother.”

Bucky swallowed a lump in his throat, “She was one of the best, that’s for damn sure.. I was very sorry to hear about her passing.”

Sage nodded her head slowly, “Thank you. She was always fair.. And I know that she was on your side of things. Well, you and your mob family.”

Bucky wasn’t exactly sure where this conversation was going, but he continued nonetheless, “I’m assuming that uhm..” He cleared his throat, “She made sure her daughter was well aware of the world she lived in.”

Sage nodded her head, “She was very thorough about it.” She seemed like she was about to say more, though a smile crept its was back onto her face when they could all hear Katherine’s voice.

“When I'm walkin' with you..

I watch the whole room change..

Baby, that's what you do..”

Katherine had absolutely no idea about the conversation that was taking place, as she hung up her clothes. If anyone had been paying close attention, they might have noticed the sweet smile that tugged on the corners of Bucky’s mouth. ‘She sounds wonderful..’

“Listen,” Sage looked to Bucky’s eyes, a serious expression on her face, “I just don’t want Katie to get caught in the crossfire of your world.” She let out a huff of air, “She deserves the best.. Even if she doesn’t think so herself.”

“No, my baby, don't play..

Blame it on my confidence..

Oh, blame it on your measurements..”

Steve walked over, grabbing the now empty bags. He was listening to Sage speak to Bucky, and he knew where she was going with her words.. Sage had told Steve quite a bit when they went shopping. She was quite the protective friend.. And for good reason. He glanced at Bucky, their eyes meeting for a moment. Bucky’s eyes shifted back towards Sage, and they watched each other for a moment, listening to Katherine sing. He put his hands on his hips, as the two of them shared a bit of a staring contest. Until Sages words broke the moment of silence between them.

“I will do anything for her.. Anything.” Sages eyes squinted, “I’m not trying to get on your bad side or anything.. I just want to make sure what your intentions are with her.”

Bucky watched Sage for another moment, and was starting to understand why she was interrogating him. “My intentions are what they’ve always been.. I intend on marrying Katherine someday.”

“But do you intend on loving her?” Sages words were sharp, and quite clear.

Bucky thought about those words, his eyes looking around the room. It’s not like he was heartless.. But love was never really on the table for him. Love was dangerous. It could be used against him.. Who would ever truly love a man like him anyways?

Sage shook her head, her eyes looking over the photos on the wall, “She deserves to be loved.. Taken care of.. And cherished.” Her lips curved downwards, “She hasn’t gotten much of that. Her mom died too soon, and her dad just became even more of a piece of shit.. Yet somehow, she’s still a ray of sunshine in this shitty world.. and I don’t want anything to diminish that.”

Steve cleared his throat, taking a few steps closer to them, “I can tell you that she’ll be well taken care of here, Sage.” He offered her a kind smile, before glancing at Bucky, “Even though everyone thinks that Buck is some scary monster.. A hard ass, who has no heart.. There’s a big ole teddy bear under that facade.. And I have a feeling that Katherine’s going to find him.”

Bucky glared at Steve, for saying such mushy words.. But, he could potentially be right.

Sage returned Steve’s smile, “I hope you’re right.. But I still want to know what Bucky’s thoughts are.”

Bucky took in a sharp breath, looking down at his shoes for a moment, trying to think over his words, “Steve’s right. Everyone does see me that way, and they’re not exactly wrong.” His eyes flicked up to Sage, “But I know how to be a gentle man, Sage. I would’ve never made a deal to marry someone, if I didn’t think I could… Be a decent husband.” He let out a soft breath, “I promise you that my intentions with Katherine are genuine. I will take care of her, and maybe we will grow to love each other.”

Sages lips curved up into a wide grin, and she brought her hands together, clapping them. “Well, alright then. Then I have a job for you.”

Both men’s facial expressions changed to one’s of confusion, looking between each other before turning their attention back to Sage.

“Katherine needs to change. She needs to learn that she deserves love.. And I want you to help me do that.”

Before Bucky could respond, the music suddenly stopped.

“Hey Steve, I was wondering if you-“

Katherine had come out of the closet, holding a clothing rod in both of her hands. Her eyes widened slightly, seeing that Bucky was standing there.. Her lips curved up into a sweet smile, their eyes locking. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, admiring his steel blue eyes.

“Hi.” Her voice came out soft, the grin on her face not faltering.

“Hey.” Bucky responded, his lips curving up to return the grin, “Uh, what happened?” He asked, pointing to the rod in her hands.

Katherine looked at it, then chuckled, “Fun fact, if you’re too short to reach something, just ask for help. Or you’ll end up taking down all of the clothes you just hung up.” Everyone in the room began chuckling, though Katherine’s cheeks tinted a light pink shade.

“I’m assuming you were about to ask for my help?” Steve finally asked, still chuckling a bit.

“Yeeaahhh..” Katherine chuckled softly, “It can wait until later..” She hummed for a moment, before looking between the three of them, “So.. What ‘cha guys up to?”

“Oh, I was just interrogating your new boyfriend, of course.” Sage grinned, sending Bucky a knowing look.

Katherine’s blush deepened, “Sage!” She scolded her, “We literally just met yesterday!”

Bucky’s lips turned up into a smirk, “Yeah, and I’m already introducing you to people as my girl.”

Sage raised an eyebrow, Steve tried to stifle a laugh. Katherine’s face was red as a beat, and thank god she didn’t have to come up with anything to say.. Because Annette knocked on the door, her warm smile peering into the room.

“Lunch is ready!” She announced, before motioning for everyone to follow her.

Bucky chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. His eyes watched as Sage grabbed Katherine’s hand, leading her out of the room. How cute. He couldn’t help the thought, seeing how she reacted to his words. Steve followed behind the girls, and Bucky went right behind him.

———

The next week went.. Well? Bucky had been pretty busy with a bunch of meetings, and Katherine found herself feeling pretty lonely. Sage had gotten stuck working overtime at the hospital, so Katherine didn’t really have anyone to talk to. She did, however, find herself in the kitchen a lot. Annette showed her where everything was, and was delighted to find out that Katherine was a quick learner. Baking, cooking, you name it. Annette started showing her everything that she knew.

“You know, I think Mr. Barnes has a soft spot for brownies..” Annette said, smiling as Katherine took them out of the pan.

“Really?” Katherine’s eyes looked at her, “You think.. You think it’d be okay if I took some up to him?”

Annette nodded, “If the door is closed, just make sure that you knock. But yes, I think he’d be pleasantly surprised.”

Katherine slowly nodded her head, and decided to grab a plate. She put four brownies on it, not knowing who else might be in his study with him.

“I’m going to finish up the laundry, then I’m done for the weekend!” Annette said, as she came around to the side of Katherine, taking a brownie.

“Alright, thank you for your help. Let’s hope that he likes them!”

Katherine took the plate in her hands, and started to make her way through the house. She was a bit nervous about going to Bucky’s study. She hadn't been in there since her first day here, and he’s been so busy lately.. Maybe brownies might be a nice offering. They hadn’t spent hardly any time together, shy of quick ‘Good morning’s before he had meetings. As she walked down the hall to the study, she found that the door was open. Perfect! She hummed softly, deciding to just walk in.

“Hey Bucky, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you.. But I made-“ Her words were cut short by the stares of five men.

Bucky stood at his desk, towering over scattered papers and files, a frustrated expression on his face. Steve stood next to him, the same kind of frustration.. There were three other men gathered in the room, none of which Katherine had met before. As soon as she had stepped into the room, all the men’s eyes snapped up to look at her. It startled her enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. She gripped the plate tightly, her eyes shifting between each man, finally landing on those icy blue orbs.

“Brownies..” Her last word finally came out, her voice much quieter than it started.

Her eyes glanced at all of the papers on the table, and they widened a bit when she realized what they were. Crime Scene Photos. As soon as she had that realization, the photos were all scooped up back into a Manila folder.

“Who the hell are you? Snoopy little bitch..” One of the men voiced, his words sharp. Italian. “Who said you could barge in here?”

Bucky’s head snapped towards him, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Katherine’s voice was first.

“Excuse me? I live here. If I feel like bringing my man some brownies, I’m quite sure I can do just that. And, the door was open.” Her words came out much stronger than she expected, so she kept that strength and walked further into the room. “Learn some manners, bitch.” She walked around to the side of the desk that Bucky was on, and he greeted her with what seemed like a proud smirk.

“You are quite correct, doll.” He hummed, her words feeding his ego a bit. My man. His eyes looked towards the man who voiced against Katherine, “You’re lucky you still have your tongue. Katherine is right, you should learn some manners.. That’s no way to speak to a woman, especially mine.”

Katherine felt a chill run through her, Bucky’s flesh hand resting on the small of her back. She gave him a warm smile, silently thanking him for his words.

The man in question scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever. She just marched in here like she owns the place.”

This time, Bucky’s metal hand reached out. He grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, pulling him to be halfway across the desk. Katherine let out a soft gasp, though Bucky’s flesh hand stayed gently on her back. Steve stepped around Bucky, putting Katherine between the two of them.

“Her name might not be on the title yet, but this is her home. And no one will speak to my girl like that. Next time, there will be no warning. Capiche?” Bucky’s voice was loud, commanding.. And it startled Katherine a bit.

The man’s eyes widened, his hand grabbing onto Bucky’s metal one, and he just nodded his head. Bucky finally let go of him, not until his eyes seemed to peer straight into his soul. The man stood up straight, fixing his shirt. Bucky’s gaze softened, turning towards Katherine once more.

“You made brownies?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was much softer towards Katherine.

She cleared her throat, nodding her head as she held the plate up, “I only brought four.. I wasn’t sure who all was in here..”

Bucky took one, giving her a grin, “Good thing there’s only four of us. Amato, you can leave.” He didn’t even look over to the man as he dismissed him.

The man grumbled something in another language, which Katherine assumed was Italian, before storming out of the room. The other two men looked between each other, before turning to look at Katherine with small smiles.

“Katherine,” Bucky hummed, “These are two of my best men. Clint Barton, and Bruce Banner. Bruce is the head of our science division, and Clint is head of the security team.”

Steve took a brownie as well, “It’s nice to meet you both.” Katherine smiled, extending the plate over the table.

“Likewise.” Clint said, nodding his head as he took a brownie. Bruce took the last one, giving her a nod with a smile.

Katherine watched as all four men began to eat the brownies. She hadn’t even tried one yet, so she wasn’t even sure if they were good or not. Though, based on their silence, and that they continued eating them..

“These are so good, Katherine.” Steve grinned, plopping the last bit of the brownie into his mouth.

“They really are.. Reminds me of my moms.” Clint said, a soft chuckle on his lips as he ate.

Bruce smiled, “Did you make these, or did Annette?”

Katherine couldn’t help but laugh at them, “Annette supervised, and I made them. Found an old recipe we wanted to try.”

Her eyes went up to Bucky’s face, still awaiting a reaction from him. His eyes were closed, as he slowly ate the brownie. A soft hum came from him, as he finished the brownie, his eyes opening to find hers looking at him.

“Delicious.”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a big smile, “I’m glad you guys liked them. I’m starting to really get into baking, maybe I can bring some stuff up for you guys every so often.”

Bucky smiled at her, his hand still on her back, “I think that’s a really nice idea.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment, Clint moving to collect all of the papers on Bucky’s desk. Katherine glanced at them, curious about what they were.. And why that man was so rude to her.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted something important.. The door was open, so I-“ Katherine’s words were cut short by Bucky raising his metal hand as if telling her ‘stop’.

“The door was open. You did nothing wrong, doll. Amato needs to learn his place, and keep his trap shut.” Bucky’s fingers on her back slowly began to caress her, sending another chill up her body.

Katherine nodded her head, though it didn’t exactly make her feel better.

“I think it was a shock to him though, hearing you talk to him like that.” Clint said, giving her a grin, “You’ll need that sharp tongue, being in this world.. Especially being Bucks girl.”

Katherine returned the grin, “Anyone who dares to calls me a bitch, will get this sharp tongue. I don’t care who they are. I’ve dealt with a life of assholes, I’m not doing it anymore.”

All four of the men began chuckling, Steve patting Katherine on the shoulder.

“No one will ever treat you badly, doll. If they do, they’ll have to answer for it.” Bucky said, the other men nodding their heads.

Katherine’s eyes looked up to Bucky’s, searching.. All she could see was a strong, kind man. He wasn’t as scary as people made him out to be. He had only been kind to her.. She almost couldn’t believe that there was blood on his hands. She gave him a small smile, nodding her head.

“Alright boys. Now that this is taken care of..” Bucky motioned towards the folders, “I’m done for the weekend. I’ve been putting a few things off, trying to get this done.” His eyes glanced back down to Katherine.

Steve chuckled softly, nodding his head. Bruce nodded his head, “It was nice to meet you Katherine, thanks for the brownie.”

Clint smiled, “Yeah, it was nice to have a snack.”

“Of course.” Katherine smiled to them, watching as all three men walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

“So…” Bucky cleared his throat.

Katherine raised an eyebrow, turning her body in his hand to face him, “So?”

He let out a soft breath, “I’m sorry that I haven’t spent any time with you, Katherine. Business has just..” he shook his head, “It can be very time consuming at times.”

Katherine shook her head, gently resting her hand on the arm that was still around her, “Don’t. I understand, you’re a very busy man.”

He smiled, lifting the hand from her back to gently caress her cheek with a finger. Katherine’s lips parted ever so slightly, her breath getting caught in her throat.

“Well.. I intend on spending the weekend with you.” He hummed softly, “I’d like to take you to dinner tonight.”

“Is it.. A date?” She asked, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

He chuckled softly, “As long as you want it to be..”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a happy smile, “Well, we’ve got to start somewhere, yeah? I think a date is just what we need.. You need to solidify the fact that you call me your girl.” Her words were meant as obvious teasing.

“Oh? Well, you did come into my study, and call me your man.” His lips quirked into a handsome smirk, “I think we’re on the same page, don’t you?”

“Hmm.. I suppose we’ll see, depending on how well our date goes. Maybe we’ll get somewhere.” Her expression changed to match his.

“Maybe.. I’ll steal our first kiss tonight.” His words were soft, barely above a whisper.

Katherine’s cheeks darkened, “O-Oh yeah?”

“Only if you want me to, of course..” His fingers cupped her face gently, “I don’t want to force you into anything, doll.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” Her voice was soft, her eyes peering deeply into his.

“I hope not.. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met.”

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omg thank you for responding to my ask!! tysm for explaining the grammar and even a bit of the culture!! my brain is rotting so much from this newfound knowledge, i might go feral :D!

i do have another question, what irl languages are you referencing from? I think you’ve said ancient greek but i’m dying to know how your brain functions when it comes to constructing this language.

i will say i love the world building you’ve done just explaining starspeak, it’s absolutely ruined my brain and i’m once again living for it!

waa i'm glad you saw the answer, thank you for sending in asks! i'm also delighted to get to share my worldbuilding and cultural headcanons... this is very nice for me!!

i did mention this before but it was quite small and attached in this image which i now realise i didn't put an ID on. so i'll rehash that and explain a little better!

under a cut because no art just text wall, rip;;

i'm referencing predominantly modern greek, because translating back-and-forth with ancient greek is a bit harder and in my quick attempts required more dictionary flipping than i felt like doing for something which is just for fun in my free time. i can and have done it for certain phrases- especially ones that are older even by Celestial standards- but it's mostly modern greek and occasionally a tiny bit of arabic.

i was inspired by naming conventions for stars and cosmic entities on earth, and the general bastardisation of languages that occurs with the proper names of stars

and oooo aaahhg whuuughh i wish i could say I did something really cool and thoughtful, but if i'm being honest with you the bastardisation "process" i go through for this is translates several words in the vicinity of what i want >> mashes them together >> makes them have the vibe i like 😂

(i reckon this would look like absolute hell to anyone who actually speaks/reads these languages though, so again I'm profoundly sorry for that omg;; there's also a very good chance there are overlaps with other languages, or that some of these made-up words might translate for others in ways i can't predict or always catch. i originally designed this only for fun and personal use and never imagined anyone else would be interested in it, so it's a bit of a hot and self-indulgent mess haha)

there are a few words that i've formed which now affect the basis of other words and don't require any further translation of bastardising.

for instance asté for "star" appears very frequently; as you might imagine. another is the diminutive ró which can be added onto or into most other phrases to imply that something is small; ie astéróki (small star).

other aspects- like the existence of formal reverse possessives, or question particles (like you would find in mandarin chinese)- are just ways i think language can be really varied and interesting! i guess i just think there's no reason that alien languages would be formed with the same structures as earth english in particular so if i have the opportunity to do Not That then i do!

#i hope the fact that i am not actually Very Cool And Creative does not lessen your enthusiasm for the language or worldbuilding 😂#asks #starspeak #my worldbuilding

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FRIGHT NIGHT (2011) SENTENCE STARTERS ;

145 starters. CW: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, sexual themes, violence. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

“Defy reason. Defy everything you know.”

“Hey, kid. Don’t leer at the neighbors.”

“C’mon, you gotta get over it.”

“Attitude. You’ve been stressed or something.”

“Y’know, getting what you want can be stressful. Especially when you’re not used to getting it. More to lose.”

“I’m trying to get people to move in, not join the legions leaving town.”

“Hello? Can I get some help here?”

“That’s a very good question. Maybe you should spy on him some more and find out.”

“He’s thirteen feet from our house. That’s not spying. It’s merely observing.”

“I’m tired of making excuses for you, _____.”

“If you don’t wanna talk to him, just tell him.”

“I don’t have a worried thing. I never make that face.”

“About the prom. I was going to ask you. I just kind of figured it was a go. Y’know, you, me, ill-fitting tuxedo. The whole thing, y’know?”

“Nobody goes to the dance in senior year.”

“Did you find a freaking genie lamp, man? Make a sacrifice to the Hot Ass gods? How do you get that?”

“Holy crap, man. How did you get that?”

“You know _____’s missing, right?”

“Just meet me at his house after school. We’ll check around and see if he’s okay.”

“Do we really have to do this here?”

“Wow. Am I supposed to not even speak to you anymore?”

“Be quiet. Don’t spaz out.”

“You want me to go tell your pals how well we really know each other?”

“I’m insatiable.”

“I’m so sorry to take up your time. I really appreciate your help.”

“Is my mom flirting?”

“I’m sorry about the mess, _____.”

“My God. Why did you blow him off?”

“A guy that good looking, still single? Bad bet. He’s a player.”

“I’ve had enough man troubles. I am not getting suckered again.”

“I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but that guy, your neighbor, he’s a vampire, man.”

“Why are you walking like that?”

“Duh, dude, I know what you’re telling me. I’m making fun of you. I’m mocking you.”

“You read way too much Twilight.”

“That’s fiction, okay? This is real.”

“He’s a real monster, and he’s not brooding, or lovesick, or noble. He’s the fucking shark from Jaws. He kills, he feeds, and he doesn’t stop until everybody around him is dead.”

“I seriously am so angry you think I read Twilight.”

“You’re on drugs, dude.”

“I thought you’d take my word on this, man.”

“Can we just pretend for like one minute that you’re not a complete douchebag?”

“_____, this was fun when we were eight.”

“Point is, I grew up. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but don’t get an attitude because I’d rather have a life than make shit up.”

“_____’s gone and you act like you don’t give a shit!”

“What the fuck happened to you? We were inseparable.”

“You know when my life started getting better? When I stopped being friends with you.”

“Just hit me, man. Really. I don’t have time for this.”

“Jesus, man, I just gave you a fucking invitation to hit me.”

“You better run, boy! I’m coming! You better run!”

“Back the fuck up, man! I’m armed! I know how to use this thing!”

“You’ve been watching me. I’ve been watching you. It seems fair.”

“That looked like it hurt.”

“You bit off more than you can chew.”

“And you think anyone’s gonna actually believe you?”

“Don’t play that crap, don’t play that mind shit with me.”

“You were born for this. And you know it.”

“It’s on you to look out for them. You up for that, guy?”

“There are a lot of bad people out there, _____.”

“Where have you been? You told me to meet you here like an hour ago.”

“Hey, are you alright? Are you alright? Everything good?”

“Did you ever read this? It’s really good. It’s kind of sexy, actually, in like, a frustrated, unconsummated sort of way.”

“What, am I boring you?”

“Do you wanna get under the covers?”

“Please believe me, there is nothing I would rather be doing right now than getting under the covers with you.”

“Don’t be nervous. It’s okay.”

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit, he saw us!”

“Okay, _____, if you’re not into this, can you just tell me? Because you don’t have to do me any favors.”

“Oh, God! Get me out of here!”

“Oh, no, he’s coming back! He’s coming back! No!”

“The hours you keep. It’s like living with a vampire.”

“Under no circumstance is he invited into our house, alright? He’s dangerous.”

“_____, I’m serious. Don’t acknowledge him. Don’t talk to him, and at night, please stay inside.”

“Look, I can’t answer a million questions right now. Will you just trust me?”

“You weren’t in class. What are you working on?”

“I’m gonna pop your cherry.”

“Over there, that’s haunted antiques. Cursed stuff!”

“So, I’m the expert for your vampire thing, huh?”

“Say I wanted to kill a vampire. How would I go about doing that?”

“I read books, man. You think I’m hanging out with Dracula? And the Easter Bunny? Fuck off.”

“Do you think I don’t know how this sounds? I mean, two days ago I would have laughed in my face, but it’s really happening.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m not. I don’t wanna know this shit.”

“Dude, is that _____? What the fuck is he doing?”

“Y’know, once I thought I was being chased by carrots with machetes.”

“You guys are both ruining my high.”

“Don’t, _____, don’t! Don’t open it!”

“Oh my God… _____, please, I told you to lock the door!”

“You are flipping out. You’re acting all weird. You’re blowing everything off.”

“Is that a stake?”

“Look. Even if you are losing it, you do not get to blow me off. You don’t go from something to nothing overnight.”

“You’re not nothing to me, _____, so whatever is happening, I would like you to talk to me, to tell me what is going on.”

“I need you to just forget about me, okay? I’m not going to let you get hurt. I’m sorry.”

“I’d rather not take this to the authorities, but I will. I have no choice.”

“We’re alright as long as we stay inside.”

“I can’t believe you got _____ to go along with it.”

“I don’t think this is funny.”

“I don’t need an invitation if there’s no house.”

“Jesus Christ, _____, what the hell is going on?!”

“This is seriously not okay, _____! Who the fuck is this guy?!”

“_____, I told you, he’s a fucking vampire!”

“Noo! That’s his fucked up vampire hand! Now do you believe me?!”

“_____, fucking kick him!”

“Get away from me!”

“I repel you with the power of Christ the Lord.”

“You ever get a stake in the chest, _____? I have. It hurts. But they missed the heart. But it’s right here, _____.”

“You shouldn’t have been so nosey.”

“I don’t know. I think maybe you should’ve said something to the police.”

“I just really wanted you to like me, that’s all.”

“_____, I knew you were a dweeb. Do you think I wanted some dude like _____? Or _____? No. I like you. Because you’re different.”

“I’ll tell you what I know, but that’s it. Don’t expect me to join your little Scooby gang.”

“You’re going to need an army.”

“eBay. I order things late at night when I’ve had a few cocktails. So, yeah, some nice stuff.”

“Look, _____, if you have a problem, just keep it with me, okay?”

“Are you enjoying your panic room, master of darkness?”

“There’s more than one way out and there’s a million things to fight with. We’re gonna be okay, alright? Trust me.”

“If you hadn’t turned out to be such a dick, I could’ve tricked you out. We could have rocked this evil shit together!”

“I expected more of a fight from you, _____.”

“I can hear you breathing. It’s really fucking cool. I can feel you. I can taste you.”

“We got some catching up to do, my friend.”

“Aww, nice weapon there, _____! Not gonna do you much good though, because I’m a goddamn killing machine.”

“Come on, it’s like you’re not even trying.”

“Bone is a motherfucker. It’s hard to cut.”

“Security is a little lax since everybody got their throat torn out.”

“I’m gonna end him or he’s gonna end me. That’s how it’s gonna be, and you’re gonna come with me.”

“Don’t you understand this yet? There will be no fighting. There will only be surviving. Maybe.”

“You think if you live and we all die, you’ll be able to get us out of your head?”

“You think I collected all this stuff because it was bitching?”

“Come with me. We’ll go in at dawn. He’s got to rest some time.”

“The only reason I survived the last time is because I had the sense to hide.”

“Look, if you want to be a dead hero, good for you. I’m out.”

“You think I’m a coward. I’m not. I’m a realist.”

“So you just bail on people.”

“I don’t want to live till tomorrow if you’re the kind of man I’m going to be.”

“Here. Blessed by Saint Michael. You kill your vampire with this, it’s supposed to change his victims back.”

“Torch him. A vampire on fire is not thinking clearly.”

“Let’s kill something.”

“What do you think is down there?”

“Oh, shit. I may not be drunk enough for this.”

“You know this is a trap, right?”

“You know you should have saved me, _____.”

“I’ll be the best you ever had. The only you ever had.”

“_____, we could be together forever.”

“You smell that? It’s your fear. It’s intoxicating. It’s a very specific scent, _____.”

“You little shit. Next time you use my plan, give me a heads up first, yeah?”

“That was a fucked up night.”

“If you’re naked, I’m absolutely going to look.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. That doesn’t narrow it down. There’s, like, mini-golf and sushi. Carry on!”

“Will you promise me, now we’ll finally be alone?”

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