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strvngeweather · 3 months

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It's All Greek to Me; a one shot.

🕮 PAIRING: collegetutor!jimin x partygirl!reader 🕮 GENRE: College AU, smut 🕮 WORD COUNT: 4.8k 🕮 WARNINGS: Smut, Smut, Smut 🕮 SUMMARY: After failing your college classes, you need a tutor. But if tutor, why so damn hot? 🕮 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally going to be a full-length fanfic, but I decided to make it a short one. I still may expand on it. Let me know what you guys think. Also, my bestie gave me the idea when she said, "Jimin look like he likes ass." LMAO.

Despite your hatred for hangovers, you always ended up with one.

Today was no exception. As the resident party girl at Loren University, there was no way you would ever miss a weekend rager, but as your alarm clock went off for the fifth time that morning, you began cursing at yourself. Maybe going to a party on a Sunday night wasn’t a good idea.

Scheduling a tutoring session at eight in the morning was an even worse idea.

You had many strong suits, but English wasn’t one of them. It was the one subject you had struggled with since you were in high school. Analyzing the words of dead white men from centuries ago was just about as much fun as watching paint dry. Numbers were much more your thing. They were easy and in the words of Cady Heron, ‘Math was the same in every language.’

But you needed to pass. It’s not as if you were here on your parents’ dime like the other kids. You were a scholarship kid and if your grades slipped, so did you. Out the doors and on your ass. So, when you got your last paper back with a big fat ‘D’ written on it, you knew it was time to take action. And that meant getting a tutor.

You just happened to forget that today, on this bright and early morning, with a pounding headache and dry mouth, you were supposed to be meeting him.

Again, you ask, who the fuck schedules a tutoring session at eight in the morning?

With a groan, you grab your phone, hoping to hit the ‘snooze’ button on your alarm one more time before you really had to get up but when your eyes read the time you realize that it’s damn near eight-thirty. How many times have you hit the snooze button? You wonder but realize you’re only wasting more time. Without a second thought, you hop out of bed and into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and running a comb through your curly hair. Your make-up is smudged, and you still have on the shimmering dress from last night but there’s nothing you can do about it now. You grab a hoodie off your desk chair and hightail it to the school’s library.

Inside study room 007, you find a very annoyed, albeit very handsome senior waiting at the table. Laid out in front of him are a stack of books, notebooks, and flash cards. Pens and pencils are lined up neatly in a row. He all but glares at you as enter. Before you can speak, he glances at his watch and then looks back at you. “You’re late.”

“I know,” you say, out of breath. “I got caught up …” you scramble, trying to think of a lie instead of admitting you had spent the night throwing ass to Megan thee Stallion and Cardi B but your folder of excuses in the very back of your brain shows up empty. That might be for the best, you realize as you look over your tutor.

“Partying?” He finishes the sentence for you. His eyes rake over you in judgment. “Maybe that’s why you’re failing English.”

Now wait a damn minute. You scoff, crossing your arms. Your brain is foggy, you desperately need a glass of water – and, not to mention, your skin feels beyond icky. The last thing you can do right now is come up with a proper comeback so the only thing you manage to utter is, “Or maybe English is just hard.”

“You speak it every day, how hard could it be?”

“Whatever,” you say, sitting down across from him. “Can we just … start?”

Jimin checks his watch again. “We might as well. We’ve got thirty minutes left. Let’s make the most of it.”

“I thought I had you for an hour.”

“Yes, and you were late so that hour has turned into thirty minutes. I’ve got things to do, Ms. L/N. I can’t wait around for you all day,” he replies, picking up a black ballpoint pen. “Let’s get started.”

“I’d much prefer it if you called me, Y/N,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “And you’re Jimin, correct?”

He nods curtly. “Alright, Ms. L/N, your form said you have an upcoming paper that focuses on the themes from Nella Larsen’s Passing. What part of the story are you at?”

You roll your eyes but choose not to correct him about your name and instead just answer his question. “I’m not on any part.”

His eyes brighten. “You mean you’ve already finished? Well, great, let’s jump right into discussion –”

“No,” you cut him off. “I’m not on any part because I haven’t started the book.”

Jimin looks at you as if you grew another head. “Your essay for the book is due next week. The book is less than two hundred pages. What do you mean you haven’t started yet?”

You shrug. “I figured since it’s such a short book I could probably finish it and write the essay in the same day.”

“And what day were you planning on doing that since our study session is right now?”

That day was last night but as you both knew you had gotten caught up with … other things. “I guess I figured we’d start the book together and I’d just get the essay done next week.”

Jimin sighs. “Ms. L/N, whatever you manage to vomit onto paper will not bring your grade up in the slightest if you follow your method. I guarantee that.”

You find yourself rolling your eyes – again. “That’s what you’re here for. You’re my tutor so tutor me in the right direction.” Jimin studies you for a moment and then he begins carefully putting his things away into his messenger bag. “Wait. What are you doing?”

“Ms. L/N, you can reach out to me once you’ve read the book but until then, we have nothing to discuss. I only meet with students who are serious about their education,” he places his bag over his shoulder and nods toward you. “Have a good day.”

“Um, hello! You can’t just leave,” you say, getting out of your chair.

“I can and I am,” Jimin replies, and with that, he walks out of the study room. You begin to follow him but decide against it. What good would that do? He was rude and had judged you from the moment you walked in the door. You didn’t need a tutor like that.

You decided you were going to go to the campus café, buy a large coffee, and then go home to take a much-needed shower.

. . . .

“He was a jerk,” you tell your best friend, Winter, taking a long sip of your mango-pineapple smoothie. “He left right in the middle of our session.”

Every Tuesday was the same. A morning class and then a lunch date with your bestie, Winter, at your favorite smoothie place about twenty minutes away from campus.

She shakes her head but not at him. “Y/N, I love you, but you were late. You didn’t read the material, and you had the nerve to have an attitude. I would have walked out on you too.”

Harsh but it was the truth. You weren’t quite ready to admit that you were somewhat at fault too. “Okay, but I’m saying, he didn’t have to be rude about it though.”

“What’d he look like?”

“He would be fine as hell if he wasn’t so rude,” you answer honestly.

She shakes her head, amused. “What did you end up getting on your essay anyway?”

After the last encounter with Jimin, you decided you’d find another tutor, but in the meantime, you were going to stick with your tried and true. You did exactly what you had told Jimin you would do. You read most of the book in one evening and managed to type up a paper in the same night, confident that you had aced it. But when you looked online, checking your grade, you realized Jimin had been right. Regardless, you weren’t going back to him.

You sigh. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” Winter replies. “Because if Jimin is right, then I think you should give him a call.”

“Jimin Parker?”

You and Winter look up to see Jennie Kim hovering above you. Her freshly dyed blonde hair cascaded in waves down her slender face. You may have been the resident party girl, but Jen was the resident party queen.

“Hey Jen,” you say, motioning for her to take a seat. “Yeah, Jimin Parker. You know him?”

She sits between you and Winter. “You mean that gorgeous senior? Ugh, I had him as a tutor last semester.”

“How’d he do?” Winter says, giving you a knowing look.

You lean forward. Jennie was known for many things but having good grades was not one of them. In fact, you wondered how she managed to make it this far without being kicked out. But, if Jimin could manage to get her grades up, then he truly was a miracle worker.

“Amazing,” Jen gushes. “I got an A on my last three papers. I wanted him again this semester but apparently, he’s all booked up.”

You groan as Winter gives you another look. You pull your cell phone out of your pocket and dial Jimin. “Hello?” You reply as he answers. “Hi, yeah, Jimin, it’s Y/N. I was wondering if we could set up a session …”

…

For his sake (and mostly yours) you schedule an afternoon session and this time, you show up prepared. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see you already in the study room.

“Good afternoon,” he says, rounding the table to sit across from you. You get a whiff of his cedarwood cologne. “I see you’re on time.”

“I’m early,” you correct him. “You’re on time.”

“That I am,” he says, taking a seat. You watch him closely as he carefully takes out various pens and pencils, notebooks, and flashcards. He really is handsome, you think, even if he is an ass. “I see we’re studying Oedipus Rex by Sophocles?”

You nod your head. “I read it. I don’t understand it.”

“What exactly don’t you understand?”

“Not a single word in that book. They might as well be speaking Greek.”

He sighs. “Well, it is a Greek book.”

“Clearly,” you reply. “So where do we start?”

“I guess at the beginning.”

. . . .

Things were going smoothly. You found yourself actually understanding the material and surprisingly, enjoying it. But you also found yourself getting lost in Jimin at times. The more time you spent with him, the more you developed a crush. Your mind would wander as your eyes looked over him. You wondered how soft his full lips were. You wondered what his eyes looked like in moments of passion. You wondered how good it would feel to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Your eyes were on his arms when he called your name. “Huh?”

“I asked did you want to go over the scene between Antigone and Polynices again?”

You shake your head. “No, I think I understand. Antigone wants him to call off the war, but Polynices’ pride won’t let him.”

“Correct,” Jimin replies with a smile.

Fuck, you think. Jimin had a smile that would make anyone melt. “Jimin,” you begin and mentally kick yourself for what you’re about to ask but you’ve started so you might as well finish. You put on your best flirtatious smile. “What do I get if I ace my next paper?”

He seems to know what you’re hinting at. “You get an A and the satisfaction of knowing your hard work paid off.”

Well, if that wasn’t a blaring rejection, you don’t know what is. “Do you have a girlfriend?” You blurt it out before your brain can even process whether the question was appropriate or not.

He blinks, slightly taken aback. “Yes, yes, I do. Why?”

You shrug, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though you feel as if you’ve just gotten stung by a million honeybees. “No reason. You just seem so into your academics; I didn’t think you had time for that kind of stuff.”

“Well, a human being still needs a social life to thrive,” he replies coolly. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You nod. “Yes, and his name is Jose Cuervo.”

He laughs. “I’m sure you have a line of men knocking on your door.”

“Nobody I want though,” you say, mostly to yourself.

. . . .

If crushing on him wasn’t enough, now you were dreaming about him. A week of erotic dreams plagued you. They felt so real. You could smell his signature cologne as he pushed in and out of you, your legs on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around your thick thighs. Each dream ended the same though, just as he was about to finish, your alarm would wake you up and you would spend a good five minutes finishing yourself off before getting ready for the day.

Instead of a study room at the library, Jimin asked you to meet him at his apartment for the study session. He mentioned something about time constraints, appointments, and being unable to book a study room but your brain had been stuck on, “Wanna meet me at my apartment? We can have a quick recap sesh before I have to run out?” He could barely finish his question before you agreed to it.

So, sue you for being curious.

It’s not like anything will happen, you thought as you parked, he has a girlfriend. You arrived twenty minutes early. Your excitement had gotten the best of you and you knew how much Jimin liked it when you were on time. When you knocked on the door, a man almost as handsome as Jimin answered.

“You must be Y/N?” he asked, sticking out his hand. “I’m Taehyung.”

You nodded, the thought of becoming a Wattpad heroine and having two incredibly attractive men fight over you danced around in your head. You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Taehyung.”

As he let you in, he explained he had somewhere to be, but that Jimin was in his room and to head right in. You gave the door a light knock but didn’t receive an answer. The door was slightly ajar, giving you the smallest view of a very neat bedroom. You spotted Jimin at his desk, looking at something on his large computer monitor. It looked familiar. Your curiosity ate at you, forcing your hand to ever-so-gently open the door further. This time you could see what Jimin was looking at clearly.

It was you. It was your Instagram feed. He was scrolling through your pictures, pausing at every photo that was a bit risqué.

“Fuck, Y/N …”

That was your name. Leaving his lips. In a moan. Your heart fluttered with excitement. But wait, was he …

As you tilt your head to get a better view, you can see the tip of his elbow on the armrest, bobbing up and down. And up and down. And up and down.

Oh, he definitely was.

You slap a hand over your mouth and tiptoe back to the living room. A few minutes later, you hear a shower turn on and ten minutes after that, you see Jimin emerge in a navy blue V-neck and a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hey,” Jimin looks at you with a face full of guilt. You can’t help but smile. “How long have you been waiting?”

“I just got here a few minutes ago,” you lie, looking up from your phone that you were pretending to be engrossed in. “I haven’t been waiting long.”

“Good, good,” he says. “Let’s go to the kitchen. The lighting is better in there.”

. . . .

After three weeks of hard work and several study sessions, you submit your paper with all the confidence of Scott Disick. Winter, the best friend that she is, decided that this was the best time to reward your good behavior with a couple of jello shots at your favorite bar. You gobble up the first two and then decide to sip on a blue Long Island iced tea. That’s when you spot him. Sitting in a corner, next to his roommate and another man with tattoos up and down his arms. Instead of his usual tweed blazer and grey slacks, his outfit looks more modern, more casual. A white graphic tee hugs his toned body, and you can’t help but eye his biceps. His cheeks are slightly red, his eyes are glossy and he’s laughing harder than you’ve ever seen him laugh. He looks delicious but you turn around and decide to order another shot from the bar.

You spot Winter getting her mack on with a fellow classmate, Karina, and it’s then you realize that you’re probably going to be alone for the rest of the night. Just as you begin to grab your wallet to pay your tab, a familiar figure approaches you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he’s wearing a smile you’ve never seen before, and it makes your insides flutter.

“I could say the same thing,” you reply. “I never thought I’d see Jimin Park in a bar.”

“I don’t spend all my time in the library,” Jimin says.

“Could have fooled me,” you tease, taking a sip of your drink. “What brings you out among people?”

He orders a whiskey sour before turning to you. “I, Y/N L/N, am finally a single man. My girlfriend of two years has decided that she no longer wants me.”

He’s smiling but you can see sadness behind his glossy eyes. “I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “Her loss.”

“Oh definitely,” he says with a slight slur. “You want to know the real reason she broke up with me?”

You shrug. “Lay it on me.”

He leans in close, so close his body is pressed up against yours. He angles his lips to your ear and whispers, “I was too much for her.”

“Oh …”

“Yeah,” his words spill out in a rush, his eyes darkening as they take you in. They pause at your mini-skirt before crawling up your body slowly. You suddenly feel exposed, as if he just completely undressed you, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t love it. His voice lowers to a sultry whisper, “You don’t seem like that though.”

“Seem like that?”

“Like I’d be too much for you.”

“In what way?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He leans toward you, his lips brushing past your ear, forcing every hair on the back of your neck to stand up. “Sexual. You look like a good girl who knows how to take a pounding.”

A million thoughts ran through your head as Jimin broke out into a sardonic laugh. You were called back to that time you caught him masturbating to your pictures. You began to wonder if the prim and proper Jimin was just a façade to hide the sexual deviant he really was. His eyes look over you in a way they never have, and you swore they were clouded with lust. He licks his full lips, and you want nothing more than to kiss them, but you don’t. Instead, you take a step back and laugh, motioning to his roommate. Jimin was drunk and even though it looked like he wanted to bend you over the bar and give it to you, you knew better than to take advantage of a drunk man.

….

A week later, when you enter the study room, the moment you and Jimin exchange glances, you feel awkward. He looks embarrassed as he gestures for you to sit down.

“We need to talk,” he says. “I want to apologize about the other night at the bar.”

“It’s okay, I barely even gave it a second thought,” you lie. You had thought about that moment ever since it happened.

“No, it was inappropriate, and I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

“Jimin, you were drunk, it’s fine. Besides, it was nice to see a different side to you,” you reassured him with a smile.

“That’s not a side that I would like to be representative of who I am,” Jimin admits. “I don’t want to be known as the guy who makes people uncomfortable.”

You laugh. “Believe me, I was the farthest thing from uncomfortable.”

He locks eyes with you for a moment before clearing his throat and motioning toward your phone. “Have you checked your grades yet?”

You gasp, suddenly remembering the paper you had submitted a week earlier. You quickly bring up your most recent webpage, searching for the most recent grade listing. As your eyes glance over your paper and the notes, you realize that Jimin lived up to his reputation. You get up, shoving the phone in his face, squealing.

His eyes brighten, and he gets up as well. “You got an A!”

Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Jimin, to your surprise, doesn’t push away. Instead, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. You take the moment to breathe in his intoxicating scent. The both of you remain intertwined far longer than you both know is appropriate but for some reason, neither one of you makes the move to let go.

Finally, Jimin relents first. He stares you in the face and says quietly, “I knew you could do it.”

You let out a small laugh. “I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you, Jimin”

“As a reward, we can end the session ten minutes early today,” Jimin replies and sits back down.

You find yourself shaking your head. “Can I request a different reward?”

Jimin looks up at you and nods. You look around the small study space. The room you chose was in the back, the library was relatively empty today and the small window the room provided was on the door and could easily be covered up the shade provided. You mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to say next. Things could go downhill, fast, depending on his reaction. Still, you steady yourself, look Jimin in the eyes and say, “I want a kiss.”

“What?”

“A kiss,” you repeat confidently. “I want you to kiss me as a reward.”

“I can’t kiss you,” he replies back, taking study materials out of his messenger bag. “That would be highly ina –”

“Jimin, if you don’t want to kiss me, just say so but don’t use the tutor-student relationship as a reason.”

He sighs. “I …” You watch as he struggles to find the right words.

“You were right about me,” you say, giving him a flirtatious smirk. “At the bar. I can take a good pounding.”

His face turns a beet-red, but he quickly recovers. He stands, walking to stand in front of you. “Just one kiss?”

“One kiss,” you repeat.

He leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, lingering for only a few seconds before breaking the kiss. “That good?”

You shake your head. “I hardly think that’s worth all the work I put in.”

He smiles, genuinely amused, and says, “Really?”

You nod. “Maybe if it was longer …”

Jimin sighs. “Y/N, if it’s longer, you know what that will lead to …”

“Then let it lead to that,” you challenge, you push. “I don’t know why you have to act so anal-retentive all the time. Not everything has to be perfect. Just k—”

He cuts you off with a deeper kiss. It’s slow and sensual. His hands wrap around your waist, one of them running down the curve of your ass as he palms it slowly, indulging in the fleshy softness. You can feel his dick hardening on your thigh as he slips a tongue into your mouth.

Jimin is using both hands to palm your ass now, his dick grinding into you and a low, deep, moan leaves his mouth forcing an electric sensation to shoot down your spine and vibrate in your core.

“You sure you want this?” he asks through a searing kiss.

“Yes,” you think you say but you’re not sure. Your head is spinning that this is actually happening.

He responds by lifting your pleated skirt and smacking your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. Fingertips dance between your ass crack, and he uses a knee to part your legs slightly further. You break the kiss, throwing your head back as you feel Jimin’s fingertips slowly rub your pussy from the back. He slips a finger into your underwear, running it up and down your slit.

“How long have you wanted this?” He asks, nipping at your neck. “You’re already so fucking wet.” You try to answer but all that comes out is a moan as he slips another finger inside. “Shh,” he tells you. “You want the whole library to hear you?”

He gives you a bit of a reprieve when his hands slip away. You watch as he pulls out one of the chairs and sits, beckoning for you to stand in front of him. Your skirt is still at your waist, so he pulls your underwear down before pulling you close. You feel his large hands grope your ass again, peppering kisses up and down your hips. Another smack echoes through the room before he uses a hand to caress clit. You move your hips in response, holding on to the table for balance.

He pauses. “Turn around and bend over.” He doesn’t have to ask you twice. You obey, and not a second later, you feel him placing one of your legs up on the study table. “Arch that back, baby.” Your ass juts out just a little more as you follow his directions. A moment later you feel a cool, wet, sensation going up and down the slit of your core. It’s slow at first, as if he’s taking the time to let the taste of you marinate on his tongue but he quickly picks up his pace. The tip of his tongue flickering over your clit. Meanwhile, you can feel his thumb, massaging your anus.

Jimin was an ass man, and he was making that very clear.

Both hands were gripping your ass now as he guided your pussy over his tongue. You work your hips in tandem, stifling a loud moan as your world begins to go white.

But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He moves his tongue from your pussy up to your anus, and you jerk, having never quite felt something like this before. You can hear an amused laugh leave Jimin’s throat as he begins to massage your ass with his tongue. His fingers working your pussy, begging for another orgasm. You oblige, your wetness dripping all over his fingertips.

“Don’t move,” he demands. You can hear his belt unbuckling, followed by the tips of his dick moving up and down your incredibly wet slit. He slides it in with the patience of a saint, excruciatingly slow, forcing whimpers out of you, begging him to go faster. “You sure you want it faster?”

“Please,” you moan.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Jimin,” you manage to utter out.

He gives you your wish and begins to pound you like he said he would. His pace quickens and you can feel every inch of him inside of you. Your pussy wraps around him which causes him to smack your ass, and a deep moan leaves his lips.

You realize he can’t have all the fun though and you begin to throw it back on him, your ass bouncing against him, and he lets you. You can hear your wetness as you begin to drain his dick. You can hear his low grunts of satisfaction as you pick up your pace and when you look back, you can see his dark eyes looking at you in a way you never wanted to stop. “Good fucking girl,” he whispers in a low voice.

You make eye contact which forces him to grip your hips and pound into you harder, faster (stronger). “One more time baby,” he says to you, maintaining eye contact. “Cum on this dick.” You had already been close, and his words only sent you over the edge further than you had ever gone. You close your eyes, your body shaking in pleasure as you have your third orgasm on his dick.

He follows suit, his cum shooting deep inside of you. You feel his body on top of yours as you both try to catch your breath.

“Was that worth all your hard work?’ He asks.

“I think I’ll have to get A’s for the rest of the year,” you reply.

“The rest of your life.”

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smuutboxx · 6 months

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It’s nice seeing more male reader blogs pop up, im excited to see what you’ll write in the future.

I’m requesting a Jax x male reader with the classic scenario of getting trapped in a small space together. An idea is that the group is on an adventure and the two gets pushed in by one of the things they are supposed to be capturing, but you can do whatever you’d like on how they got locked up in there. I’d also like to quickly request that the reader isn’t shy or anything, he has both bark and bite to his character yk? (You can make the reader dom or sub since it doesn’t really matter to me, but it would be appreciated if the reader is a dom in this story) Thanks!

"Hide And Seek."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you so much for the kind words :-) I love this request as well!

Genre: Smut (18+)

Pairings: Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus) x You (Male Reader)

Warnings: None, other than sex obviously. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“We’re doing what?”

Pomni inquired, her head tilted in confusion with her finger beside her cheek. ‘How very animated of her’ you thought in observation. “A classic game of hide and seek! Because if I sit here for any longer and continue to think I’ll blow my f@%#ing brains out!” Ragatha smiled, almost in a threatening way. You nodded at her explanation, you’ve been stuck here long enough to understand how not to think too hard about reality turning out to be a hoax. “--Not counting!” Jax's' ears shot up as he quickly put his index finger on his nose. You followed his action as quickly as possible. Then Gangle, Kinger, Zooble, Ragatha, aaaaaaaaand…

“Suck it Pomni!” Jax cackled, taking your hand and running off. You had realized you had taken a liking to Jax and he of course reciprocated those same feelings. You weren’t sure if he was entirely attracted to you like you were to him – but he wasn’t a very subtle guy. You look back and see everyone scatter as if someone just broke a bottle of alcohol on the floor. Pomni groaned and lay flat on the floor, her arms and legs spread out as she counted out loud. “1….2…3…-” Her counting continued as you searched around with Jax for a possible hiding spot. Something great, something that would take hours! Somewhere...private. You were only a man, why not take this opportunity to be in such a closed-off space with him? “Psst!” Jax motioned for a small closet in a hidden-ish area. You grinned, letting out a mischievous giggle with him as you rushed in, tugging him with you by his overall straps.

Now it was dark.

“Where is this even in the circus?” You whispered, realizing you weren’t sure where you two had run off to. “No idea, it’s good though. Right?” You felt him turn to you, his ears flowing with the turn a second after. You nodded and smiled at him, he somehow smiled wider. Your head quickly whipped to the door – thinking you heard a noise. “Wha-” Jax gave an attempt to talk but you swiftly covered his mouth. His ears perked up, hearing Pomni's' footsteps. “Helllloooo?” She called out, her tone of voice seemed more freaked out than playful like it should have been. She didn’t enjoy being alone here. You and Jax both held your... breath? And waited for Pomni to pass by.

..her footsteps passed. You both let out a sigh of relief. “Hold on.” You whispered, lifting yourself slightly to check outside of the door. Before you could check you felt the doorknob fail on you. “Jax?! There was a lock on this door??” You whisper-yelled. Jax shot up, hitting his head against something and letting out a hiss, then covered his mouth. You both stood still, looking at each other with terrified eyes. Once about 30 seconds passed, you gave him an irritated look. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I had no idea!” He said still in a hushed tone. “Where are your thousand keys?!” You let go of the doorknob and poke his chest aggressively. He shrugged, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face as his ears lowered and his hands up in defense.

“Dude.” You push him down as he lands on his ass, legs spread. “Oh c’mon sweetheart, I seriously had no idea!” He pleaded crawling over to you. You huffed and sat in the opposite corner with your arms crossed. Yeah, you wanted to be in a dark and private area with him, but with the ability to come out at some point! Stupid ass rabbit. Jax giggled quietly as he got closer to you, “You don’t wanna be stuck in here with me?” He said in a low voice, his eyes squinting with his wide smile. You learned that not only does Jax…really like you but he’s extremely touch-starved. When you showed him affection the first time he never stopped touching you.

“No, nobody would enjoy this.” “Except you.” “Why me?” “Cause I’m your favorite.” “Your ego is high.” “You're my favorite.” “I know.”

You felt two big hands on your thighs, your legs naturally spread for them. Yikes. The only problem Jax had was your clothes being on your body, which were currently being removed. “Jax.” Why were you trying to stop him? You didn’t want him to, but you also wanted to see how desperate he’d get once he took all your clothes off. It’s probably been years since he’d got to be buried in anything. He shoved his body against you, almost aggressively trying to be as close to you as possible. “It’s cold.” Great, your clothes were off, now your ass was bare on the floor. “Hey, handsome,” Jax whispered into your ear, suddenly wrapping his hand around your cock. You jolted and uncrossed your arms quickly to wrap your arms around him. “Whaaaat?” You whined quietly, shoving your head into his neck. “You wanted us to get stuck in here, didn’t you? You slut.” ‘Fuck him, oh god. Fuck.’ You held onto him tighter, his degrading words heading straight to your cock. Which he felt in his hand as he continued to move his hand faster and faster up and down.. 'up and down..aah..up and down..fuck..’ -- “Jax..!” You moan in his ear, a little louder than you should have. He stopped his hand, letting out entirely. “No!” You whisper yell, bucking your hips in the hair for something. “Please- Jax. C’mon!” He grabbed your face and pulled you closer to his face. “Shut the f#%! up, do you want Caine to catch us?” He scolded, and you shook your head. You looked up at him pleadingly, tugging at his overalls. “Mmhh…m’sorry.” You heard Jax giggle again. “Good boy.” He allowed you to take his overalls off finally, sliding them down just below his waist to reveal himself.

You weren’t gonna ask why you had genitals, but you weren’t going to complain. He took your leg, lifting it over his shoulder. ‘God, finally.’ You thought, covering your mouth with one hand as you looked down to watch him slide into you. You squeaked as he made his way inside you, whispering his name over and over again as if it were a spell and you were wishing for something to happen. The moment he felt himself settle inside you he processed the feeling. You were so warm, fuck so warm. He needed more, god he needed more. Jax leaned over, gripped your hips, and dug his face into your shoulder still with your leg on his as he slammed his hips into you. You dig your nails into his back, a desperate whiney moan leaving your throat.

“Fuck you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good–”

You wanted to giggle at his actions but the way he was plowing himself into you wouldn’t let you speak, so you grabbed his ears and tugged onto them to pull him away from your shoulder which was full of drool. He let out a high-pitched moan, his cartoonish eyes rolling back. ‘Didn’t he say to be quiet?’ You managed to think, feeling your climax coming closer and closer with each aggressive thrust into your hips. As soon as you let go of his ears his head shot back to your shoulder like a magnet. Suddenly he bit down, shoving his cock deep inside you and cumming inside without warning.

You gasped at the new warmth and wrapped your hand around his throat as if to punish him – but that kinky little shit enjoyed it. He kept his hips moving, slightly slower than before as you felt your high coming in rapidly. Your quiet moans began louder and louder, squeezing your grip around Jax’s throat. You arched your back and made an absolute fucking mess of yourself. You came all over your stomach, scratching at Jax’s arm to make him stop moving his hips as the overstimulation became uncomfortable. He slowed his hips down soon, pulling out and taking a good look at you.

“..thanks.” He huffed, wiping the drool from his chin and eyeing you up and down. You roll your eyes, catching your breath. “You needed that.” You tease, holding his face gently and rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

What a silly rabbit.

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scarletwinterxx · 3 months

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your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

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FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

end.

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

#possible flash warning #the spot atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #again tagging for this guy. ueueueueueu.... soundsns of cryhing....

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butterabrod · 15 days

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Old Michelle's Q&A, pt.5

I guess I've been loitering about this for too long

I've always thought of Nevy as of one of the smartest and cuning demons in the cast. Instead of terrorising her vessel or beign their doormat, she formed a strong bond with Gil. And I was thinking it is genuine somewhat mother (or like older sister) love from Nevy to our lil salty blue boy.

But... from this panel, I've started to doubt her.

Most of the fandom at that time was worring that the pink lady is becoming weaker and/or growing sick. But even then I was thinking that being the ghost of one of the strongest creatures in the universe, how is it possible for her to be that weak for such a short period of time as like ~13ish years?

Gil is the only person she has met who can interact with her. I can't really blame her for beign pushy: he and his promise to help are the only thing she's got, and she as practically immortal being has seen how weak he is, and his life is short. Nevy really is on a timer with him.

But what seemed to me as her caring about Gil, now feels like Nevy thinking only about herself.

Gil, as a victim of terrible catastrophe decided to become a doctor to help others like him. It was natural for him to go and help those who were in need.

Now this moment doesn't feel like her genuine sadness and guilt. I think, she just needed a reassurrence, that she is still the most important thing for him in the whole universe.

Still, I've thought that Nevy has developed a new more honest and loving personality while being amnisiac. And she changed that much because she remembered a lot of her past.

But did she?

Did she, thought?

I think Gil will never get out of toxic cult. Yes, he does have someone who is more important than TITAN as Michelle said.

It's Nevy, who's not only a politician.

She IS priestess

And she's not ashamed at all to use religious imagery to influence Gil even more.

She's not ashamed to show a very lonely orphan boy that she, his only friend with mother figure vibes could 'die painfully' because of his disobedience

When one of the most assholic couples in the universe says that someone is not trustworthy - it is says volumes

Talking about couples. I think that Gil has no chances to not to fall for Odin

Also I find it sus that Nevy remembered the feeling of beign in love not near Ava, Wrathia's vessel, but near Pedri's vessel, Odin.

I'm sure she sees herself as the God of love, Venus, Aphrodite or even Eros. People of Antiquity era believed that love and passion were forms of madness. In a bad way, even gods feared Eros.

And I think she's forcing Gil to fall in love with Odin just to make him even more despirate and lonely, to save her status as the only reliable thing for him in the whole Universe.

At that point Gil was trying to become the best follower, just to have a chance to learn somethig about Nevy's past. Maggie was the first person in 8 years to remind him, that he might have his own questions.

And I think Nevy has already failed her vibe check to Odin

Here is a list of much-much-much better theories and their authors

@biofluxitecovetess https://www.tumblr.com/biofluxitecovetess/182904787000/hello-everyone-i-have-another-theory-so-before?source=share

@crazyangrycupcake https://www.tumblr.com/crazyangrycupcake/183163318965/nevy-makes-this-face-when-she-tells-ava-shes?source=share

@doublethetheories https://www.tumblr.com/doublethetheories/184836709578/gils-dream-dissection?source=share

And another thing to think about

#ava's demon #avas demon #webcomic #webtoon #gil #gil marverde #Nevy #nevy nervine #odin #odin arrow #pedri #pedri nanezgani #wrathia #wrathia bellarmina

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surfinminhos · 10 months

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especially in love with you ♡

hwang hyunjin x female reader (fluff)

requested! ---- Lrei

!! fluff au, kissing, mentions of stress, work. 2ND PERSON POV, cuddling, clingy bf, tiny fake text part, everything fluff! microscopic angst part !!

word count: 1,073

synopsis: You and Hyunjin have been dating for 8 months, The two of you haven't parted ways since. One day you went home exhausted from work. He was clearly worried about you and let you sleep for the rest of the night. The next day you woke up to see your boyfriend out of sight. Little did you know, he was planning a little gift to remove a little bit of your stress from work. It was the best gift you'd ever received from anyone. You both love each other dearly, but this day was really 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭.

-author's note: this is my first time writing something like this, ever so you can spot a lot of mistakes throughout my posts. I would love some tips on writing on Tumblr, overall tysm for reading.-

It was a scorching hot day and you were with your boyfriend that was going to drop you off to work. You two usually walked to your workplace every morning but considering the intense heat outside, you both decided that he'll just drop you off to work in his car. It was a pretty short and quiet ride. You both liked the comfortable silence that comes every once in a while. You two reached the workplace, wiping a little sweat dripping down your forehead from the hot temperature. You said goodbye to your boyfriend and kissed his cheek."Why can't you just take the day off and spend more time with me and Kkami?" he asked, frowning. "You know I can't do that Hyune, I have to work. Speaking of work, I gotta go, I don't want to be late. Bye," you kissed his cheek again and sent him multiple flying kisses on the way to your office's entrance. You walk inside your office as a bunch of your colleagues greet you and you greet them back. "Omg, I love you hyunjinnie baby mwa mwa mwa" your best friend, (y/f/n) stated mockingly. "Oh shut up (y/f/n), you're just jealous I dated someone longer than 2 days." you scoffed, making her blush a little from embarrassment. "Whatever, I still don't trust that guy." she ranted. "Well you should 'cause I don't think I can ever leave him," you stated. You organize your stuff as you mentally prepare yourself for a long day of work.

You went home, exhausted. You plopped down on your couch, not wanting to stand up, maybe it was because of the extreme heat, or you were too tired to do so. "Hyune! I'm home!" you exclaimed as you watched your boyfriend run down the stairs to check on you. "Hey jagi, how was work?" he asked as he sat down beside you, looking like a disaster compared to him, it seemed like he had just got out of the shower an hour before you arrived, you were lying down, limbs everywhere. "It was the most tiring 5 hours of my life," you answered. "Missed me?" you asked with a cheeky smile, trying to cover the fact that you were really tired yet failing miserably the moment you heard your boyfriend's response. "Of course I did," he cupped your cheeks as he kissed you. "I know you're tired, stop trying to cover it up jagi, I've made you food, eat up and change into your pj's and I'll get ready to cuddle you to sleep," he instructed."Alriiight, help me get up first," you blurted, causing both of you to laugh as he pulls you out of the couch. After you did everything he told you, you rushed to your shared bedroom and saw Hyunjin laying down in his pj's. He was shocked seeing you've done everything he asked so swiftly. "Staring is bad y'know," you said jokingly. You ran over to the bed and lay down beside him. He tucks you in the blankets, legs intertwined as he cuddles you tightly, while you smile at his actions. "Go to sleep now, dream of me cutie" he smirked, causing you to smile and blush even more as you drift away to sleep.

*bzzzt, bzzzt* you woke up to your phone buzzing loudly, you picked it up and glanced at the time, it was 7:23 in the morning. You grunted as you stretched your arms and saw the empty space on the other side of the bed, your boyfriend had woken up earlier than you. You wonder where he could've gone as you stand up and walk lazily to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After, you hear a sudden *ting!* from your phone, indicating a message. You check your phone and see it was from your boyfriend.

"Hm, I wonder what his surprise would be" you mumble, running down the stairs. Just as you said that, you saw what he meant in the text. He made a lot of paintings, of you. He made a cake for you with something written on top "I love you jagiya!", He made a whole interactive card origami filled with letters for you and your pictures together which takes hours to make. You swore you were going to cry 'cause of all the efforts he gave making all of this. You truly didn't deserve him. He was beside the cake, he flashed his smile at you and you smiled back. "You made all this? For me? Why?" you asked, feeling flustered. "Because I saw that you were exhausted from work yesterday and I wanted to make you feel relaxed since you've been stressed the whole week," he answered. Feeling butterflies in your stomach. You two spent the whole weekend together. If only you could live in this moment forever. Night came, and you two were on the balcony, enjoying the view. "I have told you this a billion times already, but I'll say it again. I love you. So much." you stated, breaking the silence. He smiles at you and lifts your chin up to face him with his thumb, "I love you too, so, so, so much. You're my favourite person ever. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲." he says, and kisses you under the moonlight.

-END-

-author's note ~ IT'S FINALLY DONE! I sacrificed my sleep for this. send some requests! sorry if it's kinda cheesy, I tried. Stream 5 Star for 5 days of luck-

#hyunjin #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin au #hyunjin fake texts #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #surfinminhos

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spnfanficpond · 3 months

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January 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

The Unconventional Meet-Cute by @schizonephilim

I wanted to read something different from my usual go-to, and I had this story in my To Be Read 'pile' for a while, so I read chapter 1! I can't wait to read chapter 2. It's really well-written and the sexy times are awesome.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (AO3)

I love this fic. I have read this thing so many times. I love the intimacy and how they develop organically. How Cas just takes why Dean gives and it’s how it should be in my head. It’s sweet and fluffy. I wish Dean would stop calling Cas “pal” as if he’s fucking Mickey Mouse and Pluto but it’s amazing. I return to it a lot. It’s a comforting story that deals with mental health and I’m glad it’s set in heaven.

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This is sooo good. It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times. Must read.

Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times.

Heartstring Promenade by @winchester-reload

This is the ending to the series I wanted.

Destiel's 1st Time by @chaoticmotherofall

Holy shit. Wow, primal. Rawr. Must read smut. I think it’s the scene most of the fandom would want to see if they could. Sorry, not sorry.

Dean's Delights by Redamber79 (AO3)

Destiel. Baker Dean. Can smell each other through blockers. Insecure Cas. Love it! He just wants to eat Dean up and kind of does! True mates are delicious, don’t ya think?

The Company by CasCase (AO3)

You’re gonna get intimidated by the language of ballet vocab but don’t worry, it isn’t important. It’s such an amazing love story and so well written. Wow. There is even artwork of the seriously important emotional scenes that just make it so much better. Omg! I wish this was a fucking movie because it’d be gorgeous!

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by @almassi

Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.

truly there's nobody for you but me by Abi_in_the_Cosmos (AO3)

Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. The shorts in the BTS on the show of Jensen wearing denim short shorts, which of course Dean says they exist for an in-story reason. I don’t care. It’s great.

this heart and flesh shall fail by ValandraWrites (AO3)

Monsterfucker story, technically. Great story. Dean is not technically underaged despite what it says. Twist ending. Beautiful story with a sexy but sad twist.

The Biological Ways by @sitruunavohveli

Three words: Accidental office romance Destiel! A/b/o! Love it. Love that it’s Charlie too. Yay! I also am a huge fan of this author’s works. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them and they’re just amazing to work with. Please check them out.

Weighted by amireal, tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. Thank you both!

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Nominated by @deeranger

When There's Only You by AnOddSock (AO3)

It's such a visceral and extremely well-written story, dark and full of intense angst but at the same time it highlights that profound tenderness and affection between Sam and Dean. The whole "there is no me if there is no you". I was on the edge of my seat all the way through, my heart breaking for the brothers in such a delightful way. This fic is a great rollercoaster ride, like a dark porn with a substantial amount of well-thought-out plot. Heed the tags though... Your feels might not come out intact.

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Nominated by @spnexploration

She Thought She Was Normal (series) by @aylacavebear

This is @Aylacavebear's first fic she's putting out into the wild and it's going to be a long multi-chapter journey. What a way to start! This first chapter takes us to poor Maria as a child, who has just lost her mother to a yellow-eyed demon, and Bobby sets her and her Dad up with Sam and Dean. Can't wait to see the whole journey!

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This was adorable!! The whole concept of cuddlibus was so cute and I loved when both Dean and Cas were trying to get more out of the relationship but thinking the other didn't want it. And including Sam's cuddlibus daughter was also adorable

Power Grows out of the Barrel of a Gun by Alaisabel (AO3)

I absolutely loved this AU. There are so many twists and turns and I had such a fun time working out what was going on. Dean is so anti-authority and he ends up in a relationship with Cas, a cop.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Fluffy Faerie Tales (series) by @ladylilithprime

This universe and the characters in it are so fascinating! Sam and Dean are half-fae, and Jimmy and Cas have a backstory that is wildly different than anything else I've ever read! (No spoilers!) Sam/Cas/Jimmy is a threesome I've never read before, I don't think, and I'm loving it. So far, all of these stories are filled with plenty of fluff, and the perfect way to end my day. Sweet dreams of faeries and friends are always welcome!

Cuddle Deprivation and Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

I am now OBSESSED with the idea of cuddlibi!!! Like those who have nominated this story above, I find this idea adorable and sweet. And Cas is just SO SWEET! And there's so much delicious pining in both of these stories!! I now want to read ALL the cuddlibus stories!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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glass-noodle · 1 year

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Do you have any hankcon fic recs? 👉👈

I DO 👀

(more under the cut because this got super long)

Most of these fics contain nsfw, if that's alright with you. Nsfw marked with an *

IRQ (Interrupt Request)* by rara_avis. Follows canon except that Hank and Connor become intimate just after the bridge scene. Lots of cool formatting and technical language as the story delves into Connor's psyche on his journey to deviation, which I think is so cool and really makes the fic stand out. I always come back to this one🥹

slow down, you're doing fine* by jilliancares. Hank helps Connor navigate various emotions post-revolution. I love the slow burn, and I love how the author writes Connor struggling to identify what he's feeling despite knowing the names for each emotion.

Instructions Not Included* by Vinci. Set directly after the revolution, Connor is experiencing strange Feelings and it all comes to a head when he and Hank are forced to go undercover at the Eden Club. Sexy, sweet, and well-written. What more could you ask for!

Skin Deep* by bughnrahk. A canon-universe soulmate AU which I'm admittedly not usually drawn to, but this one is written so well. Hank struggling to come to terms with not only having a soulmate at 53, but an android soulmate, and Connor confronting both the fact that he's alive and the fact that he has a soulmate, is written in such an exciting and captivating way.

the other way to someday* by theslap/bigspoonnoya. Connor is Cole's second grade teacher - his very attractive second grade teacher. You can probably already tell that I'm a sucker for canon fics, but this AU had me crying and laughing and fanning myself the whole way through. A fandom classic

Buried Beneath the Snow* by ConnorRK. MIND THE TAGS, heavy CWs for this fic. Gavin is not a good guy in this. That being said, if you're looking for insanely good writing and characterization, loads of hurt/comfort, Connor whump, and protective Hank, this is your fic. An Eden Club AU set post failed-revolution; Connor is resold as an Eden Club android with no memories of being a deviant hunter, and no memories of Hank. The slow burn and Connor and Hank falling for each other despite Connor having no memories of the time they spent together, and despite the fact that his memory is wiped every 2 hours, has had me crying at 2 am more than once

stargazing by Molias. Honestly, everything by this author is fantastic, so you should definitely check out the rest of their work. But I have a soft spot for this fic and A Secret Singing in Our Fingertips* by the same author. They're both so lovely and sweet and full of emotion; whenever I want to read something that will make me absolutely swoon, I come to these fics.

Seiche by CeilingKiwi. On the other hand, if you're looking to get your feelings hurt this fine MerMay, this is for you. A gorgeous and heartwrenchingly bittersweet merman AU featuring depressed organic!merman Hank and abandoned android!merman Connor, and the ways they try and keep each other from falling apart.

you, the moon. you, the road. by plutoandpersephone. A post-revolution oneshot - Hank is injured on the job, and Connor is forced to confront the emotions that have been steadily, silently building within him since deviating. The writing in this fic leaves me breathless; it's the type of fic you never want to end. While you're at it, check out dieu et mon droit*, a prince Connor/president Hank AU fandom staple ;)

anything by Jolli_Bean. Honestly, I can't decide which fic of theirs I like best, haha. Just know that there's something for everyone - short or long, sweet or dramatic, canon or AU; all of them gorgeously written.

he's making a list; i'm checking him out* by connorsjorts. The mall santa AU we all deserve! This fic is so fun. Sweet, cute, sexy, and full of Christmas shenanigans.

Count the Stars by dbhprincess. Another stargazing fic because I'm a sucker for them apparently. Complete with sharing a sleeping bag, mildly awkward/sexy shenanigans, and first kisses <3 (also check out their Martian AU series, No Longer Alone!)

Whole* by blackeyedblonde. This time it's Connor who's injured at work, and they're both more than a little overcome with emotion. I enjoy any story that explores Connor's android features and his ability to feel pain, and the shaky aftermath of tenderness and desperation that follows a grievous injury is something I will ALWAYS eat up.

For mostly-smut fics (some with more plot, some with very little. Also mostly bottom!Connor, sorry if you're a big fan of bottom!Hank):

Tell Me How to Feel a Thing (I Want it All)* by bibliomaniac

Nightcall* by FAB900

Pulse* by biocomp

concede, comply (contend, deny) by biocomp

Slide On In* by teasoni

Glut* by bigolegay

Pleasure Liberation* by (orphan_account)

Knuckle, Buckle, Kneel* by Synekdokee

Flowers in My Mouth* by Molias

Finally, there are a couple of fics that I'm currently reading: Synthetic Blues* (ongoing) by jaemyun, downloading to paris (ongoing) by sevdrag, A Seraphim Story* (finished) by anonymousEDward, and Electric Indigo* (ongoing; unsure if on hiatus) by taranoire. All worth checking out!!

WHEW. Okay, I think I'm done. There are sooo many good fics out there, and I've only read a few out of a sea of thousands. If anyone has their own recs, feel free to add them! I will definitely be adding more the more I read :)

#sorry this took so long to answer this literally took me ages to write lool #i could go on forever #there's many I haven't mentioned here that I still love to pieces but I would be writing for centuries #also keep in mind that i entered the fandom not too long ago!! so there are probably tons of fandom classics from earlier fandom days #that i have yet to read #hankcon #fic rec #noodle talk

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zaceouiswriting · 1 year

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Easy corruption of the straight, human torch

Character: Johnny Storm x male reader, mentioned Dr. Richard Reed

Universe: Fantastic four/Marvel

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of fluff

Authors note: Here I am again, with another part of a request. Please forgive me @innerpiratefun , but I had to break your request into three pieces. It just didn't feel right to only write your request (Which will be the third/last part of this mini-series), but I had to give it some more context and a little bit of story. Of course, with a lot of smut. But here is the first part. Hopefully, you and everyone else will enjoy it! PS. This is Chris Evans as Johnny Storm.

A while after the Fantastic Four awakened their powers, another experiment with government intervention failed. As the lead scientist, Dr. Reed was devastated because one of the test subjects was a promising young man in his early twenties.

After the machine exploded, everyone assumed you were dead, but you weren’t. In contrast, the experiment was actually more than a success. After Susan's death, they needed someone like her to keep Johnny in check and ensure the team always had someone to protect everyone.

However, the experiment was more successful than anyone thought possible. Despite gaining the ability to become invisible and making force fields, you also got telekinesis and something that nobody liked.

„Dr.Reed, I had no idea your thoughts about me are so… dirty.“ Your voice echoed in the doctor's head. Confused and fearful, his head turned in all directions, but he couldn't see the origin of your voice. His hot tears still rolled down his face.

Even with his arms reaching out and touching everything in the room, he couldn't find you. But your voice was so close that it made him furious. Maybe your loss made him finally go insane. Suddenly, he felt something touching him. Pulling his hands back, he tried to find the source of the touching but couldn’t find it anywhere either.

„Aehmmm… Dr. Reed?“ Your voice sounded desperate. Voice quickly got his attention. „There is a small problem.“ Stating that, he looked around again. Glancing through the now windowless windows to the room the experiment had been going on, he saw that the roof was completely gone, and high up in the air, there were you. „Could you get me down? I have no idea how to control this.“

Laughing. You suddenly could hear laughing? Looking down, just at the corner of your sight, there was Dr. Reed, belly laughing about your predicament.

All the while, you began to float away, far into the sky, panicking, trying to somehow make sense of your strange new abilities.

Even minutes later, there was no try from anyone to get you back down to the floor. The doctor forced to experiment on you and with whom you had a strange relationship did nothing.

Believing that your fate was already sealed, you just let it be, spreading your body out to maybe fall onto someone when your body is frozen, like a meaty star.

You hadn't heard or felt warmth coming close to you. „Hey there, you need help?“ A slightly arrogant voice asked with a chuckle. Looking over, you saw Dr. Reed’s friend.

Shaking your head, you looked back up to the sky you were getting close to. „Not really, I like the sight, and it's rather...comfortable. Who can say that they died flying to the stars?“

You swore that you could hear his eyeballs roll back. „God, just like my sister, maybe I just should let you die.“ He mumbled done with your attitude.

Showing your hand to him as a symbol for him to just shut up, his warmth suddenly vanished. Confused if that idiot was really going to let you die there, your head jerked in his direction only to see him fall instead of flying. Around him, a force field.

Even more panicking than before, you stretched your hand out again, thinking that this would solve the problem but no. He was still falling, his flames still gone, and the floor came awfully close to him.

With your head everywhere, but solving this problem, you suddenly felt a relatively strong flow of air underneath you. Just wanting to look around, you could move out of nowhere. Not statically flying up to the stars anymore, barely able to move at all. Seeing that you were falling not, but the torch flying back up, away from me, your body just gave up. As blackness surrounded you, all you could do at that point was accept your coming death.

Just sad to know that the government would take another person and subject them to the same destructive process you had to go through. But that wasn’t your problem anymore.

„God, Johnny, look out for your fucking flank! What are you doing?“

„Trusting in you, handsome!“ He called back, smug as he was.

Rolling your eyes, you telepathically told him that you will, punish him later for his stupidity. All I got back was a fantasy of him being tied to a cross and flogged, only to have a cold touch on his red, warm, and bruised skin that hurt even more than the whipping. But it felt so good for him.

Blushing at his obscenely dirty thoughts, amid a mighty struggle, you realized you were too soft on him. On the fly, you decided to teach him a lesson. As a plasma blast hit his side as he became careless again, he was thrown straight in your direction. His powers were down because of the immense pain.

Catching him with ease, you cradled him softly in your arms. „What the fuck, man!“ He brought out through gritted teeth. Anger and hurt are audible in his hissing voice. „See it as foreplay, Johnny. Because if I get my hands on you later, I will break the rest of your little, dirty soul. Fucking little pig.“ You whispered the last part in his ear. As always, your hot breath sent cold sweats down his back as he remembered the first time you completely ravaged his hole.

You and Richard split just months after the older doctor accepted your advances. Finally, realizing that you two could not get intimate as he needed it, considering neither of you would put your ass on the line.

Johnny has been flirting with you since you became part of the team, touching you, even giving you little kisses on the neck, or licking your ear. It didn't change when you and Richard became a couple. In contrast, things got worse. Openly grabbing your ass or crotch, but mostly your ass.

That day though, he even put his hand in your pants because he had hurt about you and Richard breaking up, thinking he could get you finally inside his bed. Because you never pushed him away, he thought you would like it. How could you? Johnny was one of the two most attractive men you have ever seen. But when his pointy finger touched your hole, you punched him square in his face.

Tumbling steps back, he suddenly couldn’t feel the floor underneath his feet anymore. He also wasn’t able to move any part of his body. „You are seriously a fucking pig. It is finally time to show you that I won’t take this shit anymore!“

Walking outside the kitchen we were in, with him floating in front of me, your presence was to be felt all over his body. Making him hard in a second made him moan like a little slut, but it didn't get interesting until much of your power concentrated on his butt to prime him. Suddenly his slightly deeper voice became high-pitched.

„What are you- Nghhh…A-Ahhh- are you doing?“

„You will see soon enough, easy slut.“ He tried harder to free himself from my invisible grip on him. But nothing worked, he was already too far gone to use his own powers, which might have given him a chance against you, but now he was just that, what he, in reality, was, butter in your hands.

Put him in his room, locked the door, and even put up a force barrier so no one could open it. You threw him onto his bed and held him in place with your powers, only to get whatever you could find to tie him to his bed.

Bound to the posts of his bed, he almost immediately tried to burn it away again. Just for nothing to happen. A devilish grin spread across your face as he realized with shock that he was at your mercy. His face had fallen into disbelief, making you even harder under your tight pants. „Hey dude, I’m sorry, okay? You are just so hot, and I thought playing with you would be nice.“

„Oh, it was nice, but now it is my time to play with you.“ You lasciviously lick your lips seductively with your tongue, your hands slowly wandering over Johnny's clothed body. „God, your body is a dream.“ Punching his rock-hard abs and chest, he let out a couple of suppressed moans, obviously meant for you, but was not willing to reveal them just yet to you.

It only got worse as your fingers completely ignored his raging boner, just gently stroking it. Only to quickly travel down to his throbbing hole that begged to be touched, slightly open, smiling at you. So you obliged. Circle his soft pink hole with your left hand, gently inserting your pinky, only to be surprised that it sinks already in easily. Your sickly grin widened even more when you remembered that you had already opened it slightly on your way to his play bed.

Looking up at Jonny, pure panic could be read on his face, scrunched together in ecstasy. „Apparently, I have to show your place, you little whore, do I?“

„Please!“ His plead was spoken without a breath, so quietly that you could’ve easily missed it if you weren’t so focused on his lips.

Your sadistic smile faltered into one full of sympathy. Leaning over him, your face was barely over this. The fact that you were a bit taller than this demigod of man certainly made it easier.

What little air he could manage to take in was gone when you caught his lips with yours. Both of you stared at the other as it happened. You, because at that moment Johnny was just a toy to get your frustration out, and he because he was surprised. But he closed his eyes rather quickly, realizing what was happening.

This man you saw regularly fucking women, a real womanizer, was beneath you, trembling under your gentle touch and begging you never to stop. And yet, you could only see his flesh, the lust he could provide you.

You still hovered over him after that first chaste kiss, after you separated from him. Lips dangerously close to his, but never touching. All the while, your fingers danced around his hole.

But as your thumb finally found its way into him, a gasp sounded from his lips. His hands grabbed the cloth you'd used to tie him to the bed. His body went rigid. Eyes bulging, disbelief in them, tears pooling in their corners.

„God, you are so tight around my thumb. Are you a virgin, Jonnyboy?“ Not a single word left his mouth. It just stood open in shock. But the little sounds he made were everything you needed to know. He could see you smirking, he dissolving at your touch. Trying to stay strong, he closed his mouth, sternly glancing back into your eyes.

Your smoky quickly became that of a predator, now with a goal in its head. Carefully you pulled your thumb out of him. Feeling him try to move back on it made you grin even wider. He only had a small taste and already couldn’t get enough. A straight womanizer like him had to think about taking it up the ass a lot. Otherwise, he would never have given up that quickly.

Or maybe, he is just finding out about this side of himself and can’t make sense of it, losing himself as it was happening.

For a long moment, you did not touch him at all, only hovering a bit closer over his body. Your eyes warningly glared at him, not wanting him to move. Even without saying a word or using your powers, he knew what you wanted, and he did it out of fear of what would happen if he didn't.

Soon enough, happy with his submission, your hand, which was not holding you over him, wandered up and down his body, massaging his chest again, pinching his nipple, which got a welcoming yelp out of him, which you noted you needed to hear much more often.

Everything changed, however, when the same hand ran down his leg, gently stroking the inner part, approaching his balls only to ignore them and soon after reaching his hole. He got restless, tried to move, and even had the audacity to kiss you.

Angry that he broke his goody boy attitude this quickly, your hand was around his neck in a heartbeat. „What was that?“ You asked in a low tone. Even quieter than your voice usually was. One of the main things men typically fall onto their knees for you is your deep voice. Despite your muscular body, this is much more important. Your piercing eyes, judging, made the rest. But as soon as those same people, willing to serve you, open your pants, they try to get out of it.

Johnny was no different. With ease, you ripped away one of the pieces of cloth binding him to the bed, took his hand, and bought it down to your pants. Opening it, you pushed his hand underneath your underwear. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

„As a punishment, you fucking impatient, little whore, I will only use spit on you. We will see how long your cocky attitude holds with that.“

Terror the only thing visible on his face. But Johnny couldn't do anything. His brain, which was only working half the time anyway, had shorted out. Before he could wrap his head around things, his other arm was free too, but his face was pressed into his pillow, with his back to you.

With one hand on the back of his head, you held his head even though you theoretically didn't need your hand, but it felt more natural that way. You liked to feel his worry as he tried to free it.

Your own head was already on his ass, with his pants completely ripped off his body with your powers. Now everything was open to you, especially his perfect peach ass. You just had to, so you bit into it. Another yelp could be heard, muffled through the pillow. Even more exotic and foremost erotic than the last, quickly forcing you to bite into it again and again. Only when dozens of bite marks could be seen on his ass, now reddish from your treatment, did you stop. Licking his ass from side to side, your middle finger found its way right into his hole without much need of searching rather than accidentally hitting the point. With a loud moan, embarrassed in nature, he came.

Since you never touched his cock, and neither could he, he just came from your finger when you hit his prostate. It made you grin even wider. „Let's see how many times I can make you little slut cum before I completely destroy your little hole. How does that sound?“

Nothing more than a tormented groan could be heard. It was quickly followed by a long moan as your tongue touched the pink hole for the first time. Every resolve he had vanished into thin air. In particular, when you used your fingers to open it wide enough to really dig deep in with your tongue.

Under normal circumstances, you never would’ve done this with a straight guy for a big reason. Johnny does not have these problems though he literally burns everything away. Therefore he is always clean.

You found yourself enjoying it much more than you had initially thought. I've always liked licking a nice hole, but this was different. It tasted delicious. You had to take a deep breath away from his hole for a second, but you needed more with both hands now on his peachy ass. But you needed more of that, so you went all the way in with your tongue and fingers to open his ass up for you. Face deep between his lovely cheeks, massaging them and even slapping them every now and then if you're not wiggling them when you need to take a breather.

Johnny was on cloud nine the entire time. He came three more times, his cock never getting touched.

Pulling him a little up, you finally took your cock out of your tight underwear. It was heavy, big, and long in your hand. You've always been big down there, but it's only gotten bigger since the experiment, especially in girth and length.

The moment I slapped it on his peachy ass, Johnny suddenly began to tremble but dared a glance back. Fear was written over his handsome face. Even though he was a few years older than you, he looked so mature with his brown stubble, but deep down; he was more immature than anyone you've ever met.

To See him really scared for the first time since you knew him made your cock throb on his ass curve. „Okay, okay, that is-that is enough now, we can tal-“ He came up slightly to say this. But it was already too late for him.

Aggressively you pushed his head back into the pillows, holding it there. Slowly you bend over his body, your own muscular body, which is already taut thanks to the training you're receiving. Feeling his muscular back on your abs was heaven for you, but to feel the sweat that had accumulated all over his body, making it easy to rub yourself on it, almost made you fuck his ass cheeks and not his hole. Maybe another time in which you aren’t this pent up.

Lie on his back and position your head next to his. Your mouth gently nibbles his ear as your tongue explores new zones of pleasure. Especially his earlobe was extremely sensitive, making him moan and groan in response, as well as moving a lot. Feeling his ass cheeks pulling your cock inside almost drove you mad with lust. „I knew you wanted that, you little bitch. I will breed you so well. Maybe I will even impregnate you.“ Chuckling over your own joke, you put a hand over his stomach. „Pumping you full with my fucking cum.“

As you were still talking, you could feel his hole opening as his body relaxed. Realizing that he was already entirely gone by this point: you slowly slide your cock deeper inside him. Your massive cock head slid in easily. But you stopped anyway to make sure Johnny wasn't in pain.

But the good little boy made no sound except moans of joy, a lost, happy smile on his blank face. His eyes had not a glimmer of intelligence anymore.

A proud expression crosses your face as you realize you're good enough to empty this handsome man's pretty little head.

You seized the moment of his stupidity, and to put all of your massive cock inside him, enough spit had entered his hole by eating it out to sink in with ease. There was nothing more but an exaggerated moan. But the heat and tightness of his wonderful hole took you by surprise. You came almost on the spot after just getting into his hole. For a second, you felt like a pathetic rookie. But thanks to this, your orgasm did not happen. Your mind was too preoccupied. After taking a few deep breaths, you sat in his hole with your big cock for some time. Contemplating when to move.

Your hands wandered, no, slide your hands heavily down his back. Your rough hands could feel every muscle, bone, and heartbeat, deeply massaging his back. Johnny was nothing but a fleshlight for you.

The moment your cock head had pushed past his prostate, another orgasm went over Johnny’s body, letting his ass squeeze your big cock so nicely. „God, you are sucking me in…Aghhh, fucking whore.“ For the first time, you slapped him. Finalizing the light in which you saw him. The moan that had ripped from his lips, as your skin hurt his, was more than music in your ears.

Agonizingly, you didn't move even though you and your body wanted nothing more than to ravage this cocky little cock whore.

But you managed to keep yourself from hurting him with sudden, brutal movements. Instead, you breathing heavily, put your hand around the front of his neck, gripping it hard enough to stop his airflow.

Finally, a reaction came from him, but only weakly. His hands tried halfheartedly to pry mine from his neck, but his intention was more than clear. He liked it, no, the fucking whore loved it even.

You pulled him up until his head was lightly on your shoulder. His back arched almost unnaturally. Taking your hand from his neck, he took hasty breaths before passing out. But your entire arm replaced your hand. „Hmm, do you like my muscles, whore?“ You asked him, whispering in his red ear, the same that you had nibbled on a while ago. „Does it feel good to submit to a real man? I bet it does!“

After much whining from him, you finally moved, just for Johnny to cum again. At this point, nothing came out; he was empty, not only his head but also his balls, thanks to you emptying him fully. Even his tensing up muscles and therefore moving intestines had much of an effect on you anymore. Everything was just so low at this point. His body is obviously at the end of its energy.

„We are not finished here, my little whore. I still have to completely fill you up with my cum, remember?“ I asked him as I softly spoke to him, never stopping my already brutal pace inside him.

„Bu-But-But I can-can’t any… more- Ahhhhh!“ He suddenly screamed after I put my hand on his stomach, piston fucking into him like some ice-cold machine. Feeling your cock thrusting against your hand through his stomach was too much for you at that moment as you came like a fountain deep inside Johnny.

Let him fall into the warm, cozy bed. Even though you just came, the lust was still immense. But you wanted him to feel safe and secure, going so far as to stroke his aching back, caress his cheek, and even give him a few meaningless kisses all over his back.

Only when you could feel him relaxing too much, to brutally start to fuck him again. „You really thought I would let you go that easy, huh? How cute. Now I will show you how bold slut’s like you should get treated!“

It took you hours to fully empty your heavy balls, which hadn’t seen sex in months to deplete. Every single drop in Johnny, or most of it. At that time, a lot already covered his bed after you'd fucked him hard enough to squeeze most of it out again.

After cumming about six times, you fell onto Jonny’s back. Heavily breathing and sweating profusely. Somehow he was still awake, even though barely. „Can I sleep now, sir?“ He asked out of his mind.

Shocked about him calling you something so formal, it quickly dawned on you. He, in fact, was a submissive shithead and finally wanted to be put in his place, something no man had ever done or been able to do before.

Without him having to say anything or you having to ask a single question, you knew he would be yours for as long as you desire, a sex toy. You gently pulled your slowly limp-going cock out of him and rolled to the side. Immediately open up your sweaty arms. Johnny, first reluctantly, found his way into them. But as soon as he felt your warmth and could breathe in your musky scent, he was a goner, dumbly smiling into your chest as he almost fell asleep.

Once again, he looked up at you, out of tired eyes, still awaiting your answer, further cementing his wish for you to be whatever he needed. „Go to sleep, baby boy. I can’t have you exhausted when I want to use your sweet hole tomorrow again, now can I?“ He blushed ferociously at his new nickname. Maybe you'll use a different one in the future, but for now, Johnny would get this one, showing what he was to you, a good boy.

All the while, none of you had noticed the elongated eyes watching your every move with excitement, taking advantage of your pornographic use of Johnny's body to satisfy his own desires.

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butterflydm · 9 months

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More thoughts on the Seanchan Problem (TM)

I recently ran across a very interesting set of posts about what we know & can guess about historical Sparta and how it doesn't much match Sparta as it gets glamorized in media: acoup[dot]blog/category/collections/this-isnt-sparta/

It got me to thinking about the Seanchan, and I wrote up a lot of what I'm posting here and but, funnily enough (I guess it makes sense that we're all thinking about how the show will handle the Seanchan right now!), some discussion about the Seanchan came up with @ofthebrownajah re: the show needing to handle the Seanchan differently than the books did (very much agreed on that point) and @markantonys re: the issues with how the Seanchan were handled in the books (also very much agreed) and it all seemed pretty related to this post that I had been working on.

So, the thoughts in the Sparta blog posts that I linked, about how a majority-slave population works (or fails to work), reminded me a lot about various questions that I've had about the Seanchan, especially as I've gone through my reread.

We know that the Seanchan were kinda a mishmash of Every Empire, but the slavery mentioned in Spartan society in particular seems to strike a pretty familiar chord (because it sounds like it was pretty brutal even by Greek standards).

This does get critical and it does get into major spoilers through Knife of Dreams.

We know from The Fires of Heaven (Rand & Avi's honeymoon trip) that there are constant uprisings and slave revolts on the Seanchan continent. The Seanchan like to playact at being the embodiment of 'order' when they come to try to conquer the Westlands, but they cannot even keep their own house in order. The whole reason they're good fighters/generals is explicitly because they've been fighting each other this whole time (we learn that in Winter's Heart).

Which is one of the reasons why Crossroads of Twilight and Knife of Dreams feel like such bizarre departures from the previously established 'reality' of the Seanchan as we know them -- in CoT & KoD, we're suddenly living in Tuon's sheltered dream-world about how the Seanchan work and the narrative (at least in Mat's storyline) seems to be asking us to take it at face value, both because Mat doesn't challenge it (and he should know better -- and DID know better back in WH) and because it backs her PoV up by giving us ~glowing~ recommendations from all her slaves that just adore her ~oh~ so much -- she's a GOOD slaver-owner who only beats her slaves *checks notes* when they say something that pisses her off while doing their best to obey her orders (Tuon's intro in Winter's Heart). Ah.

But at least she... allows them to get their wounds treated once they've groveled enough and convinced her that they love her more than anything and will lick her hand like a dog! So it's totally okay!

idk, even after some distance from my rereads of CoT & KoD, they are such a jarring experience. I have some complaints about the Sanderson co-authored books, which I talked about in-depth in my last reread post about AMoL, but nothing that approaches how I feel about how the Seanchan were handled in CoT & KoD, specifically in Mat & Perrin's storylines(*). Just... the whiplash that I get from the 180 that got pulled in-between WH & CoT in Mat's behavior alone(**).

And it's really that soft-focus glamorizing of the Seanchan in Mat & Perrin's storylines in CoT & KoD that makes me think about historical Sparta and how pop-culture history only focuses on the elite 5-10% of the population and not on the vast majority of the population who were being abused by said elites (if you're looking for a group in WoT that really does resemble "the 1%", then you should be looking at the Seanchan High Blood, not the Aes Sedai).

It does look like the show will be going hard with the Seanchan during S2 and really showing how horrific the slave-breaking is and I feel like, since they do have an overall plan in place, they probably already know what their endgame is for the Seanchan, so we won't get an abrupt "okay, slavery bad, sure but... what if the slaver is HOT when she tortures her slaves or prospective slaves? Have you thought about that?" and "What if you could save your wife for the low low price of selling two hundred women into a torturous existence for hundreds of years? What a bargain! Slavery is such a convenient tool, isn't it?" face-heel narrative turn like we had in CoT & KoD for Mat & Perrin.

But that kinda ties into a larger issue that it feels like Jordan was only partially aware of -- on one level, he definitely realized that objectification of women is not a great thing, but he also fell into it a lot without seeming to realize that he was doing it. There tends to be a vibe of "women being killed is an evil thing but women being tortured forever is okay because they're technically alive and that's all that matters; the quality of that life is not relevant in the way that it would be for a man".

In plotlines where Jordan was focused on women as people, he tended to do a lot better, but that only makes it stand out more in the places where he's failing to do that, imo.

The two hundred Shaido Wise Ones who get thrown into slavery are treated with less humanity than the single (male) Shaido prisoner whose hand Perrin cuts off. They're just the background element as Perrin thanks and praises the slaver who helped him buy his wife back with blood. Jordan frames two slavers (Tylee and Tuon) as "good ones" without actually making anything about their behavior different from the "bad ones" of the Seanchan, because they are important to the narratives of two of the main male characters and so get boosted into being 'better than the other Seanchan' without any actual behavioral changes on their parts(***). Protagonist-centered morality at its most 'yikes'.

When you combine this with Rand sending the damane back to the Seanchan after Semirhage's attack as a 'gesture of good faith', it just adds up to a vibe of "women's freedom is negotiable". And because of the focus in the latter books on the damane as opposed to the da'covale(****), it is women's freedom specifically that is shown not to be valued in the main male PoV chapters. We'll make a big deal about how we can't kill women, but we can let them be tortured and enslaved.

It's a very ugly theme for the three Two Rivers' boys all to be sharing in at the end of KoD. Jordan makes all of them make choices that are very dark, but Rand is the only one getting real narrative push-back about those choices (*!) by having people he respects with openly disagree with him on the matter (*!!).

The show really does need to either commit to having the change in Seanchan society actively begin to happen on-screen (*!!!), or they need to not have the boys willing to throw their morals away so easily. Ideally, both.

As it is, in the books, Perrin is just straight-up selling people into slavery at the end of KoD. Mat is having thoughts about how he would just curl up and die if this horrible slaver lady got killed. And, like Perrin, Rand has decided that women are property to trade around, though he is much more reluctant about it than Perrin (*!!!!).

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(* Hmm, random thought but - I wonder if, for me, being so deeply unhappy with what Jordan was doing in Mat, Perrin, & Rand's storylines in CoT & KoD, meant that the different take that Sanderson had on the story (which is inevitable; no matter who took over the series, they would have a different take than Jordan did) was more likely to be something I would find positive because I was so disappointed with the state that Jordan had left things in?)

(** I know I repeat this a lot but Mat flips from sympathizing with the slaves to sympathizing with the slavers in less than a week, all off-the-page in-between Winter's Heart and Crossroads of Twilight so it just really stands out to me when he starts doing things like using slavery as a threat against the Aes Sedai and forcing former slaves to share a wagon with their former abusers; Bethamin was actively abusing Teslyn a week ago and Mat makes them share sleeping quarters, meanwhile Tuon gets to be in a wagon alone with her slave and Setalle Anan who, just like Mat, has flipped from sympathizing with slaves to sympathizing with slavers in less than a week, taking Tuon under her wing and behaving as if she's a wee child in need of protection and being amused when the child throws tantrums and breaks things)

(*** contrast this with Egeanin, who does have to undergo a lot of changes, and who actively goes against the Seanchan norm more and more as her storyline progresses -- but, notably, Egeanin has a lot less temporal power in the Seanchan empire than either Tylee or Tuon, and also notably, her change in direction began when she was part of Elayne & Nynaeve's storyline and finished up in Egwene's storyline -- meanwhile, Tylee making a deal with a local in order to secure two hundred more damane sounds like something any Seanchan Blood would be willing to sign off on, and all we see from the Mat and Tuon 'relationship' is him making concession after concession to her while she throws tantrums, makes threats, and hurts his companions. We do have Alivia as representing the people who are injured and marginalized by the Seanchan elite, but we get so much less on her background and narrative PoV than we do for Tuon, who is on the top of the social heap. Giving Alivia more page time and a PoV or two would have helped balance out all the Tuon/elite High Blood focus in CoT & KoD; instead all her big conversations with Rand happen off the page and the books never explore her justified anger at her oppressors)

(*** though even the da'covale seem to be weighted towards women? The 'entertainment slaves' who dance for the Blood's pleasure always seem to be women and it seems like the majority of the da'covale that we see are women)

(*! though the Wise Ones disapprove about what Perrin does, the narrative ignores them just as much as Perrin does; and the same goes for Mat's bizarre choices in CoT & KoD -- we're never let inside the PoV of one of the people with him who disapproves of what he's doing)

(*!! Nynaeve, though even she, in accordance with the laws of No One Is Allowed To Offer Solutions About The Seanchan Especially Not To Rand, doesn't tell Rand any of the information that she has that might actually help him make better choices, like all sul'dam being capable of learning to channel, which is important military information for him to have!)

(*!!! which means that we, at least, need Tuon acknowledging that she can channel and that their society needs to change - it has to come from someone who actually has power in the Seanchan Empire, not just exiles like Egeanin)

(*!!!! I will also never back down on this being one of the biggest TACTICAL mistakes that Rand ever makes in the series. Sending back the sul'dam would be fine, whatever, because they're essentially prisoners of war, but sending back the damane tells the Daughter of the Nine Moons that Rand agrees that women who can channel are fair game as property to be bought and sold, which is the worst possible footing to begin his negotiations with the Seanchan on, as he has already conceded that women can be property)

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cypherverze · 11 months

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Seven | Series Masterlist

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: So many things had happened in just one night, and it was certainly not going the way it was supposed to go—apart from finding out what Beck was hiding, that had given you more reason to eliminate him.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi! it has kind of been a long time since i last updated this story and i’m sorry! life has gotten in the way and tbh i kind of lost the motivation to update this story bc a lot of stuff had happened with me. but not to worry, got my groove back and i’ll be updating this story now. i’m planning on just having ten chapters for this story & chapter 9 and 10 are already in the works. so, please do enjoy this chapter :D

REMINDER: this is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, mention of guns and death, graphic and gore descriptions, and violence

WORD COUNT: 4,547

You need to be careful.

Matthias Costello was a sibling to a member of one of the High Table member.

They found out that you killed Matthias.

You need to be careful, it’s just a matter of time before they send every assassin after you.

Lay low if you have to. Stay safe.

You had just arrived at the base when you had received the text messages. Immediately putting you in a sour mood, and just thinking about it, you know damn well that Tarasov won’t make any move against you the moment he finds out that every assassin are after you. You can’t afford someone meddling in while you’re helping out Fury on a mission, it can end really badly—worse comes to worst, Fury will order his people to assist you.

You excused yourself and went to the restroom, you quickly disassembled your phone. Opening one of the cabinets looking for a cleaning acid, then grabbing it and pouring it all over your phone, the cleaning acid slowly toasting it. You waited a little while before you proceed on disposing the phone completely in the trash by wrapping it with the plastic you randomly found inside the restroom. You nearly punch the bathroom mirror out of anger, but decided not to and controlled your anger even if it was hard for you to control. Screaming out your anger is certainly not a good idea, everyone will be able to hear you, the restroom has very thin walls.

How can you miss that part? Matthias Costello’s other significant information are all well hidden, so well hidden that only a member of the High Table has an access to it, you only have the basic info about him, leaving you blindsided—you may be a very well known assassin but you sure that you’re not like your father, you admit that you don’t know everything like he did. You just like act like you know everything for bluff, to basically get what you want.

How did you even fail to double check everything? For someone who considered themselves a meticulous person, you sure don’t look like it. Maybe someone must of got a hold of your kill contract and managed to trace it back to you. You’re sure that Winston won’t give out information that easily, it’s either someone had threatened Winston, which is very unlikely—you have to go through lengths first before you get to that guy, or those people who knew Costello very well were the one who sent the kill contract to you, and maybe it’s the latter.

Now that you had destroyed your phone, you guessed that you’ll be needing Fury’s help to contact Happy or anyone in the compound in general. You went out of the bathroom and sighed deeply as you activated back your mask. As long as nothing goes wrong tonight while you all deal with the elemental, everything will be okay. You made your way to your things and prepared your guns and knives, and listened while Fury discussed how things will go tonight. You glanced at your watch, there’s still a little bit of time before you all make your way towards the city. Fury, Maria, and Beck had already been in contact with Peter as they devised a plan on how to take down the elemental.

“Peter, listen to me. The best hope you have, the only hope, is to stop it here now, no matter what the cost. Maneuver it away from civilians if you can, but most important, keep it away from metal. If it gets too big, it’ll draw power from the earth’s core. After that, there’s no way to stop it.” You heard Beck said, and rolled your eyes.

You turned around and saw Fury and Maria exchange suspicious glances. Well they should better be suspicious as fuck about it, about this Beck guy. His sudden appearance out of nowhere is overall really sketchy.

Arriving at the plaza, you all got out of the car and you stood right next to Fury, observing the city for any civilian that can potentially be hurt while Peter and Beck’s encounter with the elemental. You turned to Fury and saw that he’s already getting annoyed at Peter, you let out a quiet giggle. Peter being Peter.

“Alright. I’m in position. As soon as I see something, Beck, I’ll let you know.” You heard Peter through the built in comms in your mask.

“How’s the suit?” Fury asked Peter.

“The suit’s great. It’s awesome. It’s a little tight around the old web-shooter.” You quietly laughed at Peter’s comment regarding the suit.

“Energy spiking.” Fury said as he rolled his eyes at Peter’s comment about the suit.

“We have seismic activity.” Maria added as she monitored it on the devices.

You continued in observing carefully the surroundings, until you saw Ned and Betty approaching the carousel. Your eyes widened, but it was already too late. The couple had already stepped inside on the carousel, bringing them up to the top and at the same time, the elemental had already appeared. By now, all of the people are already full on panicking, leaving Ned and Betty stranded on the top of the carousel. Peter and Beck had already began on stopping the elemental. You saw that Betty had managed to get Peter’s attention by screaming at him for help, Peter didn’t waste any time and began devising a plan to save the couple, while stopping the elemental from reaching Ned and Betty.

Then from your left peripheral, you saw a group of men in the alleyway approaching towards you and at the same time, you noticed MJ coming out into the alleyway. What’s it with your classmates appearing literally out of nowhere while something is going on right in the plaza?! You groaned internally and quickly brought out your knife and throwing it with force, hitting a man right on the throat. As soon as MJ saw the man fall on the ground, she had retreated back to the alleyway that she was hiding in, and you noticed that she was reaching for something when she saw what had happened.

By instinct, you grabbed Fury and Maria on the back of their clothes, and made them duck to avoid getting shot that had been fired by one of the men. Peter had noticed what had happened, despite of the loud commotion with the elemental, he was still able to notice you. He wanted to help you so badly, but he knew that you can handle it on your own. Peter was able to witness how you had managed to beat up a group of men on your own. So he just smiled at you and silently wished you luck, even though you don’t need it.

“Someone’s here, and no doubt it’s after me. Don’t let your team engage, I got them. You all focus on Peter, Beck, and the elemental.” You quickly said to Fury and Maria.

Not waiting anymore for their response, you began sprinting towards the group of men that were firing shots after shots at you with their guns and you had managed to avoid the bullets that were being fired at you. When you’re close enough, you dodged and weaved through their attacks with fast reflexes, and wasted no time in disarming them by hitting the sensitive nerves of the body, causing them temporary pain and dropping their guns. You grabbed another knife hidden in your belt, kicking one of the men square on the stomach, and sending him flying backwards where he has been kicked hard against the wall. As the last man closed in on you, you spun around and threw your knife right on his forehead, his gun clattering on the floor as he dropped dead on the ground.

As you let out a ragged breath, thinking that everything was already over, you had heard series of footsteps around you. A group of men emerged, hidden from the shadows with their weapons drawn. You know very well that you’re outnumbered, but you didn’t panic. You are used in this kind of situation, it’s the norm for you, and you knew so well how to handle it yourself. You quickly assessed the situation, thinking of the how to make your way out of the situation you’re in. Only to realize that your only chance of survival is to fight your way out if it.

Without any hesitations, you rushed to get your knife from the dead man’s throat, since he was the in closer to you. The men charged at you, and you are ready, you had dodged their attacks, some of them were caught off guard with your speed, they had expected you to be an easy target, but they were wrong, they had underestimated you. You moved with precision, your knife flashing against the night as you took down the men one by one.

When the last man had fell onto the ground, you let go of your knife and it clattered on the ground, and pausing to catch your breath. You are all covered in sweat and blood, soaking on the white shirt that you’re wearing underneath your coat, and your mask was also covered with splashes of blood from all the men. You were standing still, looking around and making sure that there were no more men lurking in the shadows.

“Shit.” You said in in panic, as you remembered MJ.

You ran went towards the alleyway where she had hidden herself, you also noticed that the thing she was reaching for was no longer there. What you didn’t know that MJ was able to retrieve it while you were busy fighting off the hoard of men. You let out a relieved sigh when you saw her still hiding in the alleyway, MJ just stood still and stared at you.

“MJ.” You began, and she just looked at you. Scared can be seen through her eyes, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” You assured her.

“How do you know my name.” MJ questioned, a bit shaky.

There was a bit of recognition in her eyes that you noticed, it was like she was trying to remember whose voice she’s hearing because it is a familiar voice for her. You had debated on telling her the truth, but had decided to do what’s best. You had looked around to check if anyone is arround.

“It’s me, (Y/N).” You said as you deactivated your mask. She just stared at you, eyes wide.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed.

“How?” You said in confusion.

“Just thought that your voice was familiar when you spoke to me. But was kind of second guessing it” She shrugged. You just smiled at her and you both laughed.

You noticed the item that she was holding, in which she had also noticed that you’re looking at it. There was a web stuck on it, you knew instantly that it was one of Peter’s web. MJ is a very smart girl, and from the looks of it, she already knew who spider-man is, it’s no brainer. But it’s not your secret to tell, it’s better if it comes from Peter.

“I saw this thing flew off while I was hiding here, I don’t know where it came from. I’m not really sure what this is but I think that it’s a part of something.” You eyed it intently and looked at her.

“Okay. Whatever you do, keep it safe.” She nodded, “You need to go back with the class to avoid raising suspicions, and I’ll have to get back out there.”

“Okay. Stay safe out there (Y/N).” You nodded.

“You too. I would hug you right now, but I can’t due to a little bit of situation that had happened…so.” You both let out a chuckle, “Now go.”

MJ nodded in frantic and left quickly to go back with the rest of the class, you activated your mask, and went back towards the group. You saw that they had already defeated the elemental, and heard Fury speaking.

“But not the last threat we’ll ever face. We need to stay vigilant. There’s a void in this world for someone like you.” You quietly leaned against the car as you listened, “Thalia, Hill, and I are going to Europol headquarters in Berlin tomorrow. You should join us.” Fury turned towards Beck.

“Thank you. I just might take you up on that.” Beck replied, then smiled and Fury turned his attention at Peter.

“You got gifts, Parker. But you didn’t wanna be here.”

“Mr. Fury, I…” Peter tried to explain himself, but Fury had beat him to it.

“I’d love to have you in Berlin too. But you got to decide whether you’re going to step up or not. Stark made you an avenger, and that’s what I need. The world needs that. Maybe Stark was wrong about you.”

Just the thought of disappointing Tony Stark had plagued Peter’s mind and he just stood still, a motionless still. You also also didn’t fail to notice that his eyes are starting to get watery. You wanted to hug him so bad, to comfort and reassure him that he did so great today, that he’s amazing, but you just can’t. It’s Peter’s decision and he can be swayed a little bit, so you can’t let your actions affect him.

“Was he? The choice is yours.” Fury added.

Fury then turned to you. Observing your blood soaked clothes, he decided not to comment on it, but he did let out a relieved sigh, knowing that you had made it back safe and in one piece—or maybe he’s relieved because you’ll be going back home to the avengers safely, he doesn’t really want to explain to Tony what had happened in details if ever something had happened to you, and he’s certainly not in the mood to deal with Tony. You just nodded your head at him as a thank you.

“I’ll be right behind you, just need to do something quick.” Fury nodded and walked towards Peter.

“Hey.” You greeted him.

“Hey.” He smiled at you.

“You did great out there, you were amazing. Even though I missed half of the show.” You laughed as he scratched the back of his neck and flashed you a sheepish smile.

“That explains the blood soaked white shirt you’re wearing. What happened?” Peter looked at you concerned. You looked around, and saw that Beck had distanced himself letting the two of you talk privately.

“A group of men were after me, I’m not sure who sent them, but it’s most likely one out of the many people that holds vendetta against me...so much being being somebody’s daughter, huh.” You chuckled, “But you’ve got nothing to worry about, you know that I always got it. Was planning on exploring Italy right after I finished all of this, but I guess I’ll be canceling all the plans.” You shrugged.

“Hey, be careful, okay?” He said softly.

“I’m always careful!” You said, and he just looked at you, not really amused by what you had just said, “Fine! I promise, I’ll be careful.”

“Good. Don’t want your old man worrying until all of his hair had turned white, and of course us, your friends.” You both laughed as he referred to Tony being the old man.

“I’ll be off to Berlin with Nick and Maria. From there on, I’ll be going off the grid for a while, if ever you need to contact me or need my help, you can go straight to Fury, he’ll know where to find or contact me, that man keep tabs on everyone that it scares me sometimes. But yeah, you won’t be able to contact me at all—well maybe when I’m already back in New York, since I disposed my phone. Tracking purposes.”

“Alright then. I’ll make sure to remember that.” He smiled.

“I would really love give you a ‘good job, you did amazing. Congrats!’ hug right now, but as you can see, I’m very much soaked with random people’s blood. Though a handshake will do.” You smiled, but you know that Peter can’t see it.

You stretched out your hand for him to shake. He grabbed it, but you were taken back when Peter suddenly pulled you into a hug. You felt your cheeks heat up. Peter Parker is hugging you right now—not that he never hugged you before but the hug felt kind of different for you. You sighed softly and basked in Peter’s warmth against you.

“I don’t mind getting the suit all dirtied up.” Peter chuckled. He break away from the hug, “You take care of yourself, okay? I won’t get tired of saying that if it means that it’ll keep reminding yourself to stay safe.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully, and nodded.

Your mood had dampened right away as soon as you saw Beck. He walked toward Peter and put an arm around his shoulder.

“Let’s get a drink. Thalia, do you want to come?” He smiled at you.

You had politely declined at Beck’s offer and Peter reasoned out that he’s not allowed yet to have a drink because he’s not yet 21, but Beck had managed to convince Peter to come with him and get a drink. Taking one last look at the both of them, you bid them goodbye. But you didn’t left yet, you checked your watch and waited for at least ten minutes and after that, you decided to follow the both of them. You really want to find out what Beck’s hiding, because you can’t take another look at his mannerisms that he was doing unconsciously, it was so painful to look at. So that means is that there’s something going on with him, rather hiding something.

Following them had lead you to a pub like establishment, it was a pretty good pub, you appreciate the design of it. You looked around and saw that there was a part of the building outside that is dark enough that no one can notice you snooping around, it also has a window where you can see Peter and Beck sitting, having a drink. You really can’t hear what they’re talking about since you’re outside, but by the looks of it, Beck is having a fun time. Peter was probably stroking Beck’s ego or something, pouring a gallon of confidence at Beck. You are just crouching by the window hidden in the dark, watching the both of them.

Time passed by quickly, and you saw Peter standing up from his seat. You saw Peter thanking Beck and left the pub in a hurry. That’s when you saw Beck standing up and cheering, then suddenly, the pub had began transforming into something. It was now an old and abandoned house. You rubbed your eyes to make sure that you weren’t dreaming or got hit in the head that you didn’t know or felt when you fought those guys. There are a lot of people that is with Beck, and he’s mentioning them one by one and cheering for them. Until you heard Tony’s name, and it dawned upon you that they were your uncle’s ex-employees at Stark Industries and each of them has held grudges against Tony. Most especially, Beck.

You then had finally began connecting the dots.

MJ finding a weird part of an equipment, the pub suddenly transforming into an old and raggedy house—it was all just an illusion. Beck had staged everything, the elemental does not exist, it was just a complete illusion. But how was it an illusion when there was a literally mass destruction at the plaza, where it happened? The part that MJ had found was probably a part of a projector. Finding everything out, you wanted to storm inside and beat the shit out of Beck, but you can’t since he’s got the upper hand. He can basically trick you and make you all confused with all those illusion tricks. You were right from the beginning to not trust Beck, he was a one sketchy motherfucker.

“Fucking shit.” You swore, “That sneaky son of a bitch!”

You didn’t bother on finishing the so called speech that Beck was saying, you quickly left without anyone noticing you. Once you are already meters away from the building, you looked at your watch, you had already been gone for a while. You debated if you want to look for MJ and tell her that the thing she found is a part of an equipment that Beck was using to create an illusion, but at the same time you don’t want to keep Fury waiting for you. You had told him before you left that you’ll just go for a walk to freshen your mind, which you were thankful for, yet you’re not back. You decided to follow the most rational decision, you decided to head back. Besides, you know for a fact that MJ is with Peter, and maybe at some point, MJ will show the thing to Peter. It’s best to better not to interrupt them.

Right when Peter got back to the hotel, he wasted no time to find MJ and asked her to spend time with him, which is not included in Mr. Harrington’s itinerary before they all fly back home to New York. The pair had ended up on Charles Bridge, wandering and quietly enjoying breeze of air during the night. Peter’s plan is to confess his feelings for MJ, but nothing had happen how he had planned everything out to be. He hadn’t expected that MJ would ever find out the he’s spider-man. Peter had insisted on that he’s not spider-man, but it seemed like nothing can get past MJ, she’s a one very observant person.

Until MJ had bought out the part that she found when Peter was fighting off the elemental. Peter was looking at it with curiosity, until he accidentally pushed a button and something flashed out of it. It was the elemental that they had fought off just an hour ago.

“The hell was that?!” Peter exclaimed, the part fell on the ground. The illusion was still playing on the projector like part.

“I don’t know. What is it? Some kind of projector or something?” MJ said.

“Yeah, but it’s really advanced.” Peter went forward, observing the projection of the eemental.

“It-it looked so real. It…” MJ said, still being in shock.

“Yeah, really real.”

“Wait, does that mean that…” Realization had suddenly dawned upon MJ.

“The elementals are fake?” Peter questioned, “That doesn’t make any sense because we were there, right? There was fire and destruction, and who would do something like that.” He added.

“Mysterio.” MJ said in shock.

“I am spider-man and I’ve really messed up.” Peter is now starting to panic, everything is starting to set in.

“Wait. You’re be-you’re being serious?” Peter nodded at MJ, “You’re not joking with me? You’re like a hundrend percent serious? Because it’s not funny.” She said in all seriousness.

“No, I’m not joking.”

“Cause I was, I was only like sixty-seven percent sure.” MJ was still shocked at the sudden revelation, still not believing that Peter is spider-man.

“MJ.”

“So why-why are you here? Why are-“

“MJ.” Peter cut her off.

“Are you on this school trip?” Still ignoring Peter.

“MJ!” Peter finally got MJ’s attention, “I know you have a lot of questions, but look, we really have to get out of here, okay?” He explained.

“Okay. Okay.” MJ nodded, a bit happy because she got it all figured out, “I can’t believe I figured it out!” She added and follwed after Peter. But shortly after, she realized something.

“Peter, (Y/N)!” MJ stopped on her tracks, causing Peter to halt, looking back at MJ.

“What about (Y/N)? You know that she did not join the trip, right?” Peter raised an eyebrow at her.

“Long story short, I met her out back at the plaza. She knows about this projector thing.” Peter’s eyes widened, “She was there when I had found it then I showed it to her.”

Peter recalled the words that you had said to him when he came to the underground camp back in Venice. He realized that ever since Fury had introduced you and Beck to each other, you weren’t really fond of the man. You find it really difficult to trust Beck, you had tried to warn Peter about Beck in a subtle manner, but at the same time you don’t want to say any baseless accusations against Beck without any solid evidence. Now that this projector is in their possession, he fully believes you. Without a doubt.

You were going to Berlin with Fury and Maria, Beck will be tagging along as well since he had taken up Fury’s offer to come with them to Berlin. Peter needs to immediately get to you, he knows that you won’t hesitate to attack Beck yourself, but not anyone knowing, you have another added motive to rightfully kill Beck, he was your uncle’s ex-employee that is seeking for revenge, you certainly won’t let that happen, definitely not on your watch. Though Peter knows that you’re not stupid, you can easily sense lies meters away, and you were able to sniff off Beck’s lies. Just thinking about it, he fought himself from smiling, he can’t help it, but he’s really proud of you. But he surely won’t let you face Beck alone, this time he’ll be there to come and help you.

“Come on! I need to get to (Y/N), she knows about Mysterio’s lies. She will surely attack Beck and won’t stop at nothing to kill him, I can’t let her fight him off alone. I have a feeling that Beck will mess with her mind with all these crazy illusions once she does try to actually kill him. (Y/N) has gone through a lot. Beck will really break her.” They had both sprinted back to the hotel to get ready.

Unbeknownst to Peter and MJ, Beck had already caught onto both you and MJ. Beck found out the one of the drones that they had used hours ago at the plaza had came back with a missing projector and it set Beck off and lashed out real hard, explaining that the projector can be traced back to them once someone has gotten a hold of it. But at the same time, he had also managed to find out who you are when he saw you remove your mask by just running down a simple facial recognition, from there basic information about you began popping up. He can’t stop smiling at the thought of breaking your mind with all the information that he found out about you, but he knows that he needs more information than what had been provided for me, and to do that, he needs to make a few deals just like what he did before.

“(Y/N) Jovanovich. It is so glad to see you.” Beck smiled as he zoomed in on your maskless face.

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Moon Knight Fic Recs

18+ as some content can hold dark themes/smut | remember to read and respect all the blogs rules/boundaries

Steven Grant:

@marc-spectorr: Somewhere Only We Know

You meet Steven at your job as a librarian, a perfect beginning to your story.

This one's so soft, timid Steven has my heart. Although one of my favoruites, the author has multiple other stories you should check out, especially if you're a big Oscar Isaac fan.

@hellurbba: Please Notice

reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.

This one has an angstier ending but part two makes it soft again. A perfect hurt/comfort fic with a small feature of Marc.

@silversweetpea: Where it Starts

You aren't sure how long it took you to fall in love with Steven Grant, you just know that you do.

This ones so unbelievably soft. Fair warning it's so soft it made me tear up a bit. Author did wonderful with how they wrote Steven, it's so endearing.

@dont-feel-so-good-peter: Sticky Note Mishap

Stevens favourite part of the day is getting a note from you each morning telling him how much you love him. One day you accidentally forget to leave a note and Steven begins to overthink.

Hurt/comfort, miscommunication, insecure Steven. Don't worry, a very fluffy ending. Comedic add-ons from Jake and Khonshu. I really loved this one and I'm excited to see what else the author writes.

Marc Spector:

@mrsknightt: Flowers

you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

I feel like hurt/comfort is Marc's genre, it's just what suits his character best. The author portrayed that perfectly here.

Jake Lockley

@obnoxioussmiley: Seeing Red

After loving you in the shadows of Marc and Steven, Jake finally shows himself to protect you.

Protective Jake. Protective Jake. Protective Jake. Need I say more? This author has some amazing angst stories I also recommend.

All Three:

@softlyspectorctor: Moon Struck

Steven asks you out, Marc falls in love, Jake joins soon after

A perfect mix of Steven's softness and Marc's angst. I love this series and each bonus content the author adds never fails to brighten my day. I highly recommend you check out this authors talented work and all the series' little add-ons.

More to be added soon.

Have any suggestions? let me know in the comments or in an ask. I love finding new stories to spread and to give the authors some love.

#fic rec #fics i love #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x jake lockley x marc spector x reader

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Soft Touches and Long Glances

Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 5k Warnings: none Summary: Soft touches and long glances don't necessarily mean anything. But what if this is more than just a coincidence?

Author's Notes: This is my first one shot like this. It was just an idea I had and wanted to see if I was capable of writing the idea out. Purely inspired by the earthquake scene where Robin falls and Eddie catches her. Let me know what you think!

Staring down at the water in disbelief the boat began to rock again. Your head snapped up to see Robin situating herself on the edge of the boat.

“Robin, Robin, stop. Do not go down there” you frantically ordered trying not to shuffle more weight around the floating vessel.

“No No No What are you doing? She said wait” Eddie began at the same time in a scolding tone.

“I heard her” she began staring at Eddie, a solemn look gracing her features before turning to you. “You know I’ve go to Y/N” Her hands gripped the end he of the boat tightly as she looked back once more.

“She in charge” Eddie’s voice began to sound more desperate as he begged Robin not to disappear under the lake as well.

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up” She whispered before plugging her nose and throwing her body off the boat backwards.

“GODDAMMIT ROBIN” you screamed after her, jumping up in a last effort to reach out and grab her. Eddie’s hands flew to the sides of the boat in hopes to stabilize it from the sudden motion. “Fuckkkkk” you mumbled under your breath, throwing a hand up in your hair before pacing slightly. “Alright whatever. Fuck it” you began pulling your jean jacket from your arms roughly before you felt a hard tug on your arm.

“Y/N please no. If you go down then I have to go down and I really do not want to go down” he pleaded looking up into your eyes. You could feel my heart pick up pace as you stared into his dark brown eyes glistening only from the light of the moon.

“We can do it together” your voice failed you, coming out in only a strained whisper. Eddie’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying his best to burrow his fear. He offered a Kurt nod after a few seconds and began to slowly stand up next to you. Staring down into the water you took a deep sigh before reaching out to wrap your hand around his own. He visibly tensed beside you, but refused to acknowledge the gesture further. Licking your lips and giving a hard hand squeeze you began counting.

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

Your free hand raised up to plug your nose as you both used the ledge of the boat to launch yourselves out into the lake. Opening your eyes, the water immediately stung and all that could be seen was a cloudy red light. You felt a strong squeeze remind you of the presence beside you, not even needing to look to know he was still there with you. With a strong kick you began you descent down to the glowing red light, pulling the boy along behind you. Your already burning eyes began to squint the closer you got, reaching out to the gate and grabbing onto anything to pull yourselves through faster.

The gravity instantly shift, your stomach feeling as if it was turning inside out as you began to fall through air and landed on hard ground.

“Fuck” Eddie groaned beside you, rolling over slightly to check how you were doing.

You winced slightly before slowly propping yourself up on your elbows and scanning the area. Both of your heads whipped around at the loud screaming that came from a few yards behind you. The reassuring pressure abruptly disappeared as you let go of Eddie’s hand, hauling yourself up and immediately running in the direction of the commotion.

Your lungs burned as you ran, hearing the loud pounding of Eddie running not far behind. The closer you got to the situation, the more you could make out. Demo bats were swarming the three figures as they tried desperately to fend them off. Skidding to a halt, you frantically looked around for something to use as a weapon.

"Y/N!" Eddie yelled from behind you. You turned quickly just in time for a demo bat to fly right past you, your hair blowing slightly from the distance. You let out a soft gasp as the demo bat continued its course right towards Eddie as it let out a screeching hiss. He stood planted in his spot, raising up a large branch he found nearby.

"AHHHHHHH" he let out a fearful heart wrenching yell before using his entire body to swing at the demo bat, crushing it on impact. His arms dropped to his sides and his chest heaved as he took multiple deep breaths, glancing your way once more. His feet carried him towards you, running up almost chest to chest as he shoved the branch into your hands. "protect yourself" he whispered looking into your eyes, portraying an emotion you couldn't quite put your finger on. Noddingly softly back, he turned back around, searching for another weapon. You spun on your heels continuing your course towards the rest of the group.

Robin was in the process of ripping one of the bats off Nancy's back. As it tried to take off, Robin held onto the tail , holding it back. "NANCY!" she yelled, trying to get the other girls help, but she was already assisting Steve. You ran up, letting out a similar yell to the one Eddie let out earlier before bringing down the branch on top of the Demo bat. You couldn't help yourself as you raised the branch again bringing it down on the bat again...and again...and again. A scream let out in between each swing, letting out the anger you didn't know you had been building up during this entire adventure.

Heaving heavily, trying to catch your breath once more you noticed how silent it had become. Looking up you noticed them all standing around you looking at you softly. "What... geez" you shrugged them off, rolling your eyes before throwing the branch to the ground.

Nancy raced to Steve checking his injuries. Your eyes flashed to the dark brown ones that remained staring in your direction. Your feet held you still despite the similar urge to run and check on the long haired boy.

"Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?" Robin's voice pulled your from your thoughts

"What?" Steve asked in disbelief, flashing you a wtf look before returning his gaze to your red headed friend.

"It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor really soon because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already like dead."

"Not the biggest issue right now Robin" you began as the screeching sounded again nearby. The five of you crept closer to one another watching as several demo bats descended on gate, hissing viciously in your direction.

"All right. There not that many." Steve began "We can take 'em. Right?"

Turning your head to give the boy a look of disbelief and parting your lips to scold him you immediately turned back as more screeching ensued. A swarm of dozens more bats appeared, heading straight for all of you and the portal.

"You were saying?" Robin piped in.

You could feel the fear begin to bubble in your stomach once again, causing your balance to sway slightly. Stepping back to catch yourself your back bumped into the solid figure behind you, a hand shooting up to your waist to hold you in place. A soft sigh left your lips at the contact. Your eyes traveled down to the ringed fingers wrapped around your waist. Was this better? You felt calmer now, but your heart race was also picking up in response to the contact. You watched as his fingers flexed slightly, grabbing onto the fabric on your shirt. You swallowed hard, as your eyes began to futter close, trying to drown out the current situation.

"The woods. Come on!" Nancy voice pulled you from your state of bliss. Straightening your back you pulled away slightly from the boy behind you, his hand dropping from your waist. The fear rushing back to you as you started to run after the small brunette.

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You seemed to be running for hours before the familiar rock came into view.

"look! skull rock. come on." Steve ordered, redirecting the group to the small hiding spot. Shuffling to hide under the small area we all crouched, shoulder to shoulder. Robin on you right and Eddie on you left. Soft shuttered breaths left your parted lips as you waited in suspense for the screeching to stop.

"okay....That was close" Robin began, signaling we could move from our cramped space.

"too close" Eddie agreed, a slight wavering in his voice.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding you leaned all your weight onto the back of the rock rolling your head up, looking straight into the red and black sky.

"Doing okay?" the soft weary voice graced your ears pulling your gaze down to the long hair man staring at you with worried eyes. You couldn't help but let a small smile rise on your lips, letting out a soft breathy laugh. "just peachy" your answer came off harsher than you intended, but still caused a similar small smile to blossom on his face. Your heart beat jumped slightly, looking away abruptly.

"come on, lets look around" his eyes widened adventurously before spinning on his heel and heading towards another large rock.

"dude be careful" you warned as he made his way up on all four. He stopped at the top, staring out into the distance as bolts of red light flashed beyond the trees, loud bangs following after each one.

"so uhhh...this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?" He spoke, turning around once more to look at me, his brows furrowing slightly in fear.

"pretty much" you returned with a shrug. "and watch our for the vines. It's all a hive mind."

"its all a what?"

Steve pipped up from behind us "All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They're, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna"

"shit" Eddie nodded before trying to carefully make his way back down towards you.

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people? Obviously?" Robin added looking between Nancy and Steve for an answer.

"As far as I understand it, yeah." Nancy answered back, a slight annoyance in her voice.

You jumped slightly as a weight was pressed down on your shoulder as Eddie used you as stability to get down from the rock, landing next to you, shoulders brushing lightly.

Robin continued " So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate." her voice was frantic as she tried to come up with a solution for our predicament.

"Its the police station Robin, not a military base" I couldn't help but roll my eyes and let out a small laugh at the notion.

"but guns, yeah, sure" Steve pipped back in optimistically

"Well, we don't have to go downtown for the guns. I have guns in my bedroom." Nancy spoke up causing you, Robin and Eddie to turn your heads in surprise. You furrowed your brows and threw a look to Steve whom stood behind Nancy. But you received nothing in return, just observed the gaze he wouldn't take off her.

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie asked in disbelief, causing me to snicker slightly.

"Full of surprises, isn't she" Robin beamed excitedly in Eddie's and mine direction.

"A Russian Makarov and a revolver." Nancy continued

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one" Steve stepped up behind her, holding the bandage on his wound

Nancy smirked before turning to look at him "you almost deserved it" her voice dropped into a flirty tone.

Your face scrunched up slightly and looked to Robin who returned a similar look. You looked back at them as a loud thud sounded from Eddie's jean vest smacking Steve in the face. "For your modesty, dude"

The conversation was interrupted by the ground erupting into a strong earthquake. Each of you were sent stumbling, pushing your body into Eddies once again as you both fell back, landing on his lap, his arm wrapped around your torso for security. Despite the fear you felt your face heated up once again. You were thankful it was so dark in the upside down. You could feel his heavy breathing against the side of your neck as you waited for the ground to stop shaking. You looked to the side to see Robin holding onto a tree for dear life and Steve holding Nancy to his chest as he stabilized himself on the rock. A inhuman, blood curdling yell sounded off in the distance. You couldn't help the deep, fearful breaths you took in as you listened to the sound.

"yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me" Eddie's voice made you jump slightly as he spoke up next to your ear.

"Yeah me too" Robin responded as her picked herself back up.

Your head turned to the side triggering the boy behind you to meet your gaze. So close that your noses were barely brushing against one another. It was as if his eyes were searching yours for something, peering deep into your own soul.

"Are you two gonna keep eye fucking or can we go?" Robin's voice broke our trance, both of you looking down before pulling away quickly and standing up. She laughed lightly one more time before following after Nancy and Steve with both of you in tow.

********

You trailed along after Robin and Nancy, Steve and Eddie few yards behind you.

"Is there something going on there?" Robin pipped up, looking at you accusingly.

"What?" you scrunched your nose up "don't be ridiculous Robin"

"I'm just saying there's a lot of touching and long looks happening...." she trailed off, throwing her hands up defensively

"There just coincidences, nothings happening, Steve would literally be at my throat if there was" you continued, watching the ground as you kept walking

"HAH so there would be something" she yelled out

"shhhhhhh No theres nothing now stop"

"well, it looks good for you then because it looks like Steve's making a new friend" she gestured behind us as we saw Steve and Eddie deep in conversation, smiling and laughing lightly.

You watched the pair for a moment, observing their actions in response to their conversation until they stopped looking ahead. Your eyes fluttered, not wanting them to realize you were staring before you turned and began following the girls once more.

Not even two steps further the ground began shaking once again, you reached out to grab onto the nearest things, which happened to be Robin, pulling you both down once again.

"Y/N!" she screamed "okay second on my list of least favorite things, earthquakes. Seriously, I'm unsteady enough as it is."

"NANCY GRAB ONTO SOMETHING" You called out watching as the girl stared straight ahead before taking off into a full sprint. "NANCY!"

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! NANCY?!" Robin screamed, trying to get up and run after her.

You sat there staring in disbelief as the girls ran from you before you felt two tugs on your arms. Both boys had ran up to either side for you and were pulling up your arms to run with them. "COME ON" Both yelled in unison dragging you along with them. You all came to a halt at the edge of the tree line, squinting your eyes to see what Nancy was focused on. A dilapidated version of the wheeler house stood a few yards ahead of us. You couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

********

Entering the Wheeler house looked like a thing out of nightmares.

"Might be time to get a maid, wheeler" Robin joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"come on, I don't want to stay here longer than I have to." Nancy spoke with clear discomfort in her voice.

We all began to follow her up the stairs as she made her way to her bedroom. "This would be a bad time to ask to use the bathroom right?" you spoke up, searching around the hallway before looking back at the group. They all stared at you with blank expression. "What?" you spoke back defensively before huffing and following them the rest of the way.

Nancy makes a beeline for her closet, pulling out an old shoebox and unwrapping it quickly. You can feel the tension in the room drop as we stare at a pair of pink flats.

"Those aren't guns" Eddies accuses

"These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for something along the lines of a deadly projectile." Robin adds

A disappointed sigh leaves your lips as you back up and peer around the room, the feeling of frustration building in your stomach. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you begin scanning the room, looking at all of Nancy's old knickknacks. Your eyes land on the calendar, squinting in confusion as you see dates for biology and pre-calculus exams. You had not even payed attention to the commotion happening behind you as you lifted up the calendar to look at the cover page. "Hey guys. This calendar says its from...."

"1983" you and Nancy both arrive to the conclusion at once, looking at each other with worry.

"The day Will went missing" Nancy continues. "The day the gate opened....were in the past"

The four of you look around at each other worriedly before Steve's yelling catches your attention. "DUSTIN! DUSTIN!" you all race downstairs to find Steve standing in the middle of the dining room, frantically running around and yelling.

"Maybe he really does have rabies..." Robin whispers

"Steve what the fuck are you doing?" You interrupt him taking a step forward before he turns, shining his light directly into all of your eyes.

"He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like...He's in the walls or something. Just listen." The room goes silent, everyone looking around. You give Robin a look, both of you waiting to hear anything before Steve started yelling again. In those next few seconds an eerie, ghost-like version of Dustin could be heard.

"What the hell?" the words leave your mouth in a disbelieving whisper.

"Either this kid can't hear us or he's a total douchebag" Steve mumbles frustratedly.

"Will found a way." Nancy mumbled behind him, the rest of us turning to look in her direction. "Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights." Your eyebrows raise in optimism as you ran over to the nearest light switch, flicking it on and off as fast as you can.

"Guys...you seein this?" Steve draws our attention while shining a flashlight at the dining room. The chandelier shining weakly with a orange glittery dust swirling around it. Making your way toward the light you reach out, gasping softly as the orange dust reacts with your movements, making your hand tingle slightly. The four of them made their way around you, the familiar broad chest pushing up against your back and making you tense slightly. They all slowly reach out, running their hands through the light in a similar way.

Steve laughs softly "It tickles"

"It kind of feels good." you respond, smiling softly. You can't miss the soft blow of the laugh coming from behind you in response to your statement. You swallow hard, your lips parting slightly, trying to remain focused.

Nancy pulls her hand back before pausing "Does anybody know morse code?" She asks looking between us all.

A soft chorus of no ring out and you can see Nancy's shoulder drop slightly.

"wait, does SOS count? Is that...is that good?" Eddie answers flatly, looking around at us as we all turned to him with a deadpanned stare.

********

We all scramble our way up into Nancy's room once again, kneeling in front of the bed in anticipation. The orange glow appears in the air over Nancy's bed. A soft laugh leaves your lips as we follow Dustin's orders, communicating with the three kids through light.

Looking to your left you see Eddie nervously bringing his hand up to his mouth, playing with his curls. You can't help, but stare, Robin and yours conversation playing in your head. Scanning his face up and down you abruptly turn away as everyone looks in Eddie's direction, not wanting them to notice your stare.

"How far is your trailer?" Nancy asks him

"seven miles" he responded immediately

"Nancy?" Robin asks as Nancy stares down at the bed in deep thought. "uh I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily, frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?" Nancy's eyes widen in realization, an optimistic look appearing on her face.

Nancy relays the information as simply as possible through the Lite Brite while the rest of us race down into the garage. Steve begins pulling bikes out. "There's only four someone is going to have to share" he frantically says

I turn to look at Robin first "Nope, not me, you know I can't even balance on my own" she shakes her head. huffing softly you try to look at Steve next, but he is already running back inside to check on Nancy. With a hard swallow you turn to the last person remaining nearby. Eddie meets your gaze, smiling nervously before shrugging.

"alright lets go" you gesture to the bike, climbing onto the back space of the seat. You can see him visibly take a deep breath before swinging his leg over and taking his place in front of you, his back butted right up to your front. "dude." you cant help but laugh as you brush his hair to the side, out of your face. he looked back quickly, realizing "oh sorry" he laughed nervously before reaching a hand back to help brush his hair out of the way, tucking it into the back of his leather jacket. "better?" he asks. "better" you smile before bringing your arms up to wrap them around his stomach. You can feel him tense and pull in his stomach a bit before relaxing and allowing you to clasps your fingers together.

"alright ready?" Steve asks, running back into the garage with Nancy, both of them jumping onto the back of their own bikes. Eddie nods before kicking off and leading the way towards his trailer.

********

Coming to a halt in front of the trailer, Eddie lets you hop off before dropping the bike to the ground under himself.

"That's gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled interdimensionally." Robin joked, as she stretched her arms up.

"Just inhaled a bunch of that crap. It's stuck in my throat" Steve coughs out next, you smack him on the back. He turns and give you an accusing look.

"what? I'm trying to help" you bark back before following the group inside.

Upon entering you can't help but notice the red light emanating from the living room. A bright red gate apparent on the ceiling of Eddie's trailer.

"This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died." Eddie's voice is strained as he brings up the horrifying topic that began all this. Your stomach turns slightly at the mention of the incident with Chrissy Cunningham. Your not jealous? Why does your stomach feel like this, its horrible. Bringing your right hand up, you softly grab your stomach and squeeze, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

"I think theres something in there" You couldn't help but furrow your brown along with Robin's comment only for them to widen again as you watch a long object begin to prod at the skin-like barrier. You watch in horror as the barrier breaks, dripping a smelly goo as a long piece of wood and light emerge from the other side.

Slowly stepping up with the rest of the group, relief washes over you. You've never been so happy to hear Dustin Henderson's laugh in your entire life as he begins to wave from above you....but below you?? "hi there" he smiles widely.

You let out a breathy laugh first, them the rest of them follow. The mood instantly lifting.

"okay I'll be right back I wanna try something" Dustin says excitedly before running off in the direction of the back of the trailer.

Looking around nervously, you wait for the group of children to come back before the group reappears once again, carrying a heavily stained mattress out and under the gate.

Your face scrunches up at the sight before Eddie speaks up, looking over, but avoiding your gaze specifically. "Those stains are uh...I dunno what those stains are." you can hear him swallow in embarrassment before looking back into the gate.

Dustin appears above you once again. "Not quite sure how these physics work. But, uh...here goes nothing." He launches a string of sheets upwards from himself and then fall down into the upside down. Seemingly floating. You can't stop your mouth from gaping at the scene in front of you in amazement. "All right pull on it! See if it holds!" Dustin yells up.

Robin grabs onto the sheets, pulling as hard as she can, but they don't budge. "Guess I'm the guinea pig" he announces before making her way up. Once she reaches the other side, it is as if the gravity flips and she is thrown to the mattress. "Thank god. That was fun" she sits up smiling before Dustin helps her up.

"okay my turn" you announce frantically before grabbing hold of the sheets and strain to pull yourself up. You feel sick to your stomach as the blood suddenly rushed to your head and you are flipped down onto the mattress, landing with a hard thud. You let out a deep breath and a relieving laughing before grabbing Dustin's hand and hauling yourself up. "Okay now I still really need to pee" you bust past the group and towards the back of the trailing, trying every door before finding the one you are looking for.

Slamming the door closed behind you you stop in front of the mirror. Staring at yourself, you breath catches. You're face is caked with a unknown dirt and your hair is a slight mess from the seven mile bike ride. You take a deep breath. Finally allowing yourselves to take in the reality of the situation. As you stare into your own eyes, you can feel the tears welling up slowly, keeping your lips tight to not let out a sound. Bringing your hand up, you try your best to wipe the fallen tears away, but knowing your swollen red, cheeks, nose, and eyes will give it away instantly.

You jumped as a soft knock bounced through the door. "hey...y/n...are you okay?" staring at the door you blink a few times before your hand finds the door handle, pulling it open enough for Eddie to see you.

You don't answer at first, only avoid his gaze, trying to hide the redness in your face. "Yea I'm fine" you wince as your voice fails you, coming out as a soft strained whisper.

"Can I come in?" He asks looking at you with pleading eyes.

A few seconds pass before you step back, pulling the door open a little more to allow him space to fit in the bathroom with you. He turns to close the door behind himself softly before turning back in your direction. You both stare at each other for a moment, not even trying to hide the fact you were crying anymore.

His dark eyes are doing that thing again. Searching deep within yours for something you can't explain. Or something you don't want to admit.....

"Y/N I-" He begins, but you don't even give him a chance to continue as you grab his leather jacket pulling him towards you, crushing your lips onto his own.

You begin to worry when he doesn't respond, the tenseness of his lips and body unreadable.

Until...

He begins to kiss you back. A soft breath releasing through his nose. His body relaxes, leaning into your own and his hands come up to grab your waist, holding on for dear life, so tight you can feel the coldness of his rings through your shirt. Your heart is racing a mile a minute, beating so hard against your chest, you are sure he can feel it against his own. His curly bangs tickled against your forehead. He felt perfect up against you. A body made to perfectly fit your own.

He pulled away first, out of breath and smiling. Those deep brown eyes sparkled widely. His smile dropped, but the happiness in his eyes remained.

"Y/N I need-"

A loud bang on the door pulled interrupted Eddie's thoughts once again, pulling you both out of your small slice of heaven.

Dustin's voice cut through the door frantic and fearful.

"Guys we have a really serious problem"

********

Since there isnt an end to the season yet, I wasnt sure where else I wanted to go with this. I am thinking writing a follow up once the last two episode come out. Let me know if that is something you guys would be interested in :) or a prequel even! Thank you for reading!

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