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Teenage Dirtbag IV (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

🎄 ༺𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂༻༺𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼༻🎄

“Oh! Well, aren’t those pretty?”

Your mother’s voice pulled your attention away from the flowers in front of you, throwing her a small smile as she neared you to admire them. You gave her the card when she eyed it, and you watched her smile grow, a fond chuckle escaping her.

“That’s sweet,” she praised. “Is Rafe coming by later?”

It seemed like such a silly question because you and Rafe saw each other almost every day, and your mother knew it.

“Yeah,” you sighed, sitting at the island and fingering a red petal. “He’s doing something for Ward, but he’s coming straight over when he’s done.”

She hummed, and you heard her fussing around in the drawers looking for something. Your gaze was glued to a rose, noting that Rafe got you red this time—your favorite—and you swallowed. It was always the same. Rafe would hurt you so bad that he felt compelled to make it up to you, the flowers would be delivered to your doorstep, your parents would gush, and you’d forgive him with a smile…and then the cycle would repeat.

You plucked a petal, rolling and squashing it between your fingers.

“It’s about time he starts getting prepped on all the family business, isn’t it?”

You glanced up as she took out a pan, her gaze briefly meeting yours.

“Yeah, I guess so. Ward has been asking him to do more things lately, and I know it’s usually work related, so…” you shrugged. “Only a matter of time.”

She seemed satisfied with that answer.

“Good,” she firmly said with a nod. “He can’t provide for you on daddy’s money forever.”

She chuckled to herself, but you could only swallow down bile.

“Rafe is upstanding and all of those things we want for you, but he needs to learn to make money on his own. We’ll never give him our blessing otherwise.”

Again, you said nothing, only looking at the stains on your fingers. Your entire volatile future being mapped out for you should’ve scared you beyond reason, and it sometimes it did, but in this moment, you only felt a numbness that was all too familiar. It all just felt so inevitable, so you didn’t see any sense in fighting it. With a sigh, you stood.

“I’m going to take these up to my room.”

“Put them on the table by your window, so they can get good sunlight,” she threw over her shoulder.

After doing what your mother advised, you turned to your mirror, intently staring at the face in the reflection. The fading bruise on your cheek was nowhere to be found under your makeup, and you were relieved that the same could be said for your neck. A deep inhale had your stomach aching only a tad, and you told yourself that Epsom salt baths could only do so much.

You rolled your eyes, lips pursing at the thought of JJ Maybank.

Naturally, you knew that this wasn’t really his fault. If Rafe were a normal boyfriend, you wouldn’t be covering up bruises with makeup and long-sleeved shirts in the house you’d rather not wear. You knew that Rafe didn’t actually need a reason and that no one could push him to do anything he didn’t want to do. Rafe was never the kind of guy to do anything he didn’t want to do. However, with all of that being said…

You really didn’t like JJ Maybank.

Some part of you knew that Rafe must have provoked him. You knew your boyfriend well, so you knew that without a doubt, but none of that changed the fact that you still had ugly discoloration from where Rafe had pushed you into his dresser. None of that changed the fact that JJ was the catalyst. Yeah, you probably shouldn’t have talked to him anyway, but you’d only been trying to be nice.

Trying to do the right thing.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the doorbell, and knowing that Rafe never rang it, you didn’t give it much thought. At least until you heard your mother calling your name moments later, and you were forced to descend the stairs in confusion. That confusion wasn’t eased in the slightest when you came face to face with Sarah.

She looked sheepish while your mother only smiled.

“Sarah’s here for you. I offered her something to eat, but she’s insistent that she isn’t staying long,” your mother said, briefly touching the other girl’s arm. “You tell Rose to call me. I have a bone to pick with her.”

They both chuckled—obvious that your mother was teasing—and you watched her disappear into the kitchen before resting your gaze on the blonde before you.

“I’m going to get something to eat at The Wreck. You want to come with me?”

You swallowed a sigh, glancing away and folding your arms over your chest. You didn’t know where this desire for a budding friendship came from, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You and Sarah had only ever been friendly, and considering the company she kept, you’d had no desire for anything more. Being friends with Sarah just felt like a recipe for disaster.

“Sarah…”

She spoke up before you could, huffing and stepping towards you.

“I think Rafe treats you like shit,” she admitted, making sure her voice didn’t carry. “I know you love him and see something in him the rest of us don’t, but everything about you just seems wrapped up in him and…he seems very happy to keep things that way.”

You pressed your lips together, eyeing her.

“I don’t like it, and considering I don’t have much say, I figure the best I can do is be your friend. It’ll just make me feel better to know you have someone other than Rafe.”

Her lips turned up as she said his name, crossing her own arms over her chest.

“I’ve thought this for a while, by the way, and I just…” she shifted her feet, shrugging. “I don’t know. I just can’t take it anymore.”

With a sigh, you dropped your arms, and you knew that Sarah could tell what you were going to say.

“Come on! It’s lunch at The Wreck. We won’t be going all the way to Charlotte—Rafe will know where you are. He’s caught up with our dad, anyway, and they’re probably not going to be done until this evening,” she practically pleaded.

It was tempting, you had to admit, even if it did make you feel a little pathetic.

“I don’t know. I’d have to call Rafe and-.”

“You’d have to call Rafe, are you serious?” she scoffed before reaching for her own phone, and you reached for her. “I’m calling him.”

Your eyes widened.

“Sarah…”

Rafe’s tone could be heard even through the phone when he answered, and you felt your heart race.

“I wanna go to lunch with your girlfriend, and since you’re so uptight about knowing where she is at all times and who she’s with…”

The other girl trailed off as he spoke.

“Rafe, you’re stuck with dad for most of the day! I want to go eat, and I want her to come with me… Yes, just me,” she threw you a look at that to which you only looked away. “God, you’re so crazy, you literally treat her like a damn puppy.”

She shoved the phone at you, and understanding what was happening, you sighed.

“Hey,” you softly said once her phone was to your ear. “She just showed up here, Rafe and…”

“She said it’s going to be the two of you.”

You could tell by his tone that he wasn’t thrilled, right now, but you also knew it wasn’t just from Sarah and her antics. Rafe felt cornered. It wouldn’t look good for him to forbid you from going, and if he convinced you to give Sarah some piss poor excuse, she’d likely just ignore it. There wasn’t much you and Rafe agreed on, but you did admit that Sarah Cameron often got her way.

You heard Rafe mutter under his breath, and you didn’t doubt he was cursing Sarah’s name.

“I don’t see why she’s hellbent on butting into your life all of a sudden…”

His tone didn’t make you enthusiastic, and when your eyes met Sarah’s, they looked hopeful. You didn’t really understand why Sarah was taking so much interest in befriending you. You heard her reasoning, of course, but this was new territory, and you didn’t know how to handle it. However, you decided that it didn’t matter. Your boyfriend’s sister wanted to have lunch with you, and if it would satisfy her then so be it.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you told Rafe something you knew he’d like to hear.

“While I have you, I wanted to thank you for the flowers.”

You heard him exhale, and you didn’t need to be with him to know the look on his face. It was the look he often wore whenever he brought you flowers—a mix of smugness and triumph with that small smirk dancing along his lips. Rafe cared about being seen as the perfect boyfriend, but he also cared about your complicity just as much. If he could placate you after a really bad fight, then he could prevent the rare backlash.

The last time you’d threatened to leave Rafe after one of the worser fights was half a year ago. The bouquet he’d given you then hadn’t meant all that much to you when you threw them on the floor. It hadn’t ended the way you wanted to but instead in tears and Rafe convincing you that you were just upset and needed to cool down. He liked to avoid that if he could.

“I wasn’t expecting red, and I was just really happy to see that. It made me feel a lot better,” you told him.

Rafe was silent for a few moments before sighing, albeit with an annoyed lilt. Your gaze met Sarah’s again just as he spoke.

“Just for a little bit. Not too long because I could finish up early with my dad, so…”

“No, yeah, we won’t be long,” you assured him. “It’s just going to be me and Sarah.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said. Let’s hope it stays that way,” he told you.

His tone was clipped, and although he didn’t say it, you knew that there was a silent addition to that statement.

For your sake.

With a nod and a soft goodbye, you gave Sarah her phone back. Her face was expectant, and when you told her you needed to get your jacket, she beamed.

Sarah had a pout on her face as she played with one of her fries, shaking her head.

“I just don’t get it,” she mumbled. “What do you see in him?”

The drive to The Wreck was far from long and had mostly been filled with awkward small talk. You couldn’t recall a time you’d ever been alone with Sarah for this long, let alone long enough to have several conversations. It was such an odd thought considering you’d been dating Rafe for two years. The more the minutes went by though, the easier the conversation seemed to flow.

However, you now found yourself in the middle of lunch and on a topic you felt was inevitable, to be honest.

Sarah’s gaze was questioning, and you struggled to come up with an acceptable answer. You couldn’t very well tell her that her brother was actually an abusive rapist who terrified you beyond belief. You couldn’t tell her that he’d threatened to kill you on several occasions. It wasn’t possible to tell her that, in truth, you saw nothing worthwhile in Rafe, and you’d merely accepted your future with him.

Instead, you managed to think back to the very beginning of your relationship when you actually loved him.

“He knows what he wants, and I like that…”

It was a trait you’d admired in him once, feeling flattered by how boldly he’d asked you out. Those were the days when you looked forward to seeing Rafe and whatever gift he had for you and whatever date he had planned. That was a time when you’d literally fall asleep on the phone with him, and these days you would be relieved if you could go several hours without even hearing his voice.

“He’s also very generous, and he looks out for me, and he loves being around me. He’s just…so happy when we’re together.”

Everything that came out of your mouth was no longer applicable to your boyfriend, but at one point in time it had been. Without realizing it, your face fell, and you picked at your food. Sarah had a thoughtful look on her face as she mulled over your words before taking a sip of her lemonade.

“Looks out for you,” she repeated. “I guess that’s one way of putting it.”

You threw her a look, and she merely shrugged, throwing her hands up.

“I’m just saying! He treats you like he doesn’t want anybody to come near you,” she said, disgusted. “His own sister wants to hang out with you, and you needed to call him for that? That doesn’t sound crazy to you?”

The frown on her face was deep, and you only shrugged.

“You know what he’s like Sarah. You know how…paranoid he can get.”

“Yeah, paranoid that you might actually prefer being in someone else’s company instead,” she scoffed.

You merely sent her a small smile, thinking that she had no idea of the half of it. Before the conversation could continue, two familiar faces walked into the restaurant, and you felt your heart sink. Sarah seemed excited to see her friends, of course, while you, on the other hand, only had an aching desire to leave.

When your eyes met a slowly increasingly familiar blue pair, you couldn’t stop your frown.

You glanced away, and when Pope greeted you, you only sent him a smile in return. Telling yourself that you had the worst luck, you leaned over to reach for your purse. Sarah was talking to the two of them, but when she heard the sound of your keys, the conversation paused.

“I think I should go,” you answered the silent question on her face.

You hated the way it fell.

“We haven’t even been here an hour. Do…?” she trailed off glancing at Pope and JJ. “I know that it’s supposed to be just the two of us, but Rafe won’t know.”

“Sarah,” your tone said it all, and she stood up with you when you went to pay for your food.

“Stay,” she practically begged. “Rafe isn’t here to be his normal asshole self, and you know I won’t tell.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” you mumbled, craning your neck for either Mr. or Mrs. Carrera.

By the sound of her sigh, you had a feeling she’d witnessed JJ’s conversation with Rafe that day in their house.

“JJ didn’t mean much by that. He was just stooping to Rafe’s level, wanted to piss him off.”

“Well, you can tell him it worked,” you said, throwing her a tight smile.

Her brows drew together, and she ran her eyes over you, concerned.

“What, was Rafe mad at you for that?”

“What do you think, Sarah?” you slowly wondered, fully facing her.

You could see on her face that she hadn’t considered that possibility, and her shoulders sagged.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m sure JJ wouldn’t have said anything if he’d known it was going to come back on you. I’ll talk to him, just please stay.”

You touched your forehead, glancing over her shoulder and quickly looking away when your eyes met the man in question’s.

“They’re your friends, not mine. I really should go…”

She perked up.

“Well, they don’t have to just be my friends-.”

“No, Sarah. I can’t be friends with them-.”

“Why, because of Rafe?” she incredulously wondered. “Do you hear how crazy that sounds?”

You ignored her when the familiar woman came from the back, quickly paying for your meals. When you were done, you only gave Sarah an even look, grabbing your purse.

“You know what your brother is like. Pope can take you home, right?”

You could see on her face that she wanted to argue this some more, a deep frown on her face, but you witnessed the decision to save it for another time. You weren’t stupid enough to think she was going to let this go. She eyed you.

“We’re probably going to John B.’s later, so yeah. I can leave with them.”

Preferring to ignore her mood, you smiled and thanked her for the invite. You said goodbye to Pope and JJ on your way out, thinking of just how shitty your luck was. You’d never put it past Rafe to drop in on you, and you didn’t want to imagine how things would be if he witnessed you having lunch with anyone other than Sarah…but especially Pope and JJ. You were just at your car when you heard hurried footsteps behind you, and you tensed at the sound of your name.

Unfortunately, the face matched the voice when you turned around.

JJ wasn’t close to you, but he was close enough to where you leaned against your car in an effort to put space between you. If he noticed, he said nothing, and you watched him run his hand through his blond locks. You didn’t know what he wanted and considering the last result of a conversation with him, you warily eyed him.

“Look, Sarah told me that Rafe was mad at you about what I said,” he sounded apologetic. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why? You knew it would piss him off. That’s why you said it.”

He frowned, glancing away.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think…”

“At the very best you knew it would cause conflict between us. Again…that’s why you said it,” you told him.

JJ stared at you, and you watched him blink, tilting his head.

“Do you ever wonder why you have a boyfriend who loses his shit anytime you even so much as look at another man?”

You scoffed.

“Don’t try to turn this around-!”

“I mean, it’s the truth. You felt bad, you apologized, and call me crazy, but I don’t think that’s something he should get mad at you for,” he casually said with a shrug.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t get paid to think.”

You watched his brows raise in shock at your words, a budding smile on his lips. JJ crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing you from head to toe, and you felt something twist in your gut at his perusal.

“Are you always this feisty or is that privilege just reserved for me?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to open your door when he spoke again.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I mean that…”

You hesitated, your gaze focused on your window. You stared at his reflection in it.

“I won’t say anything next time. Ever again, actually.”

With a resigned sigh, you accepted his apology, opening your door.

“There won’t be a next time,” you told him, glancing at him as you slid inside. “We’re not friends, JJ, and we’ll never be. Stop talking to me, I mean it.”

Your words held conviction, but you felt like JJ didn’t take them seriously. He only eyed you, slowly nodding as you closed your door. Resisting the urge to glance at him again, you drove off, only feeling relief the closer you got to your house.

It was the middle of the night when you found yourself in the Camerons’ kitchen, getting something to drink because sleep was evading you. You knew that you couldn’t be gone for long, no telling when Rafe would notice the lack of body heat next to him. The rest of the house was asleep, and Sarah was with John B.

…and so that was why you were startled by the front door opening.

You could tell they were trying to be quiet, but hushed tones and the shuffle of feet was loud to anyone who was awake—you. Blinking, and filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, you made your way to the kitchen entrance. It was dark, but not dark enough to make the three figures hard to make out. When you turned on the light, Sarah actually jumped in shock.

You could tell that she hadn’t expected anyone to be up, but even as she approached you, it wasn’t her nor John B. you were focused on. The blond with them looked almost unrecognizable to you, and you sharply inhaled at the sight of him. He was barely able to stand—no matter how much he tried to—and you could only pull your eyes away when Sarah whispered your name.

“I’m just here to use our first aid kit,” she told you, trying to explain. “John B. doesn’t have shit at his house, and Kie’s parents are so anal about JJ—any of her friends besides me, really.”

Once you gathered your thoughts, you blinked at her, shaking your head.

“It’s your house, Sarah. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” you assured her.

“I know, but I’d just really rather not wake anyone up…and it’s also not something I feel like explaining to anyone.”

She glanced over her shoulder, giving John B. a nod, and you watched him pull JJ towards the downstairs guest bathroom. Your lips parted, and you looked at Sarah again.

“Is he going to be okay?”

Sarah pressed her lips together, and when she rolled her eyes, you could see the irritation and anger on her features.

“He always is,” she snidely replied.

At your concerned and questioning look, her face fell some.

“It’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before,” she finally admitted. “His dad…”

Sarah trailed off with a shrug, and you swallowed.

“Oh,” was all you said, your heart sinking. “I’d heard things, but…I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“I just don’t get why he doesn’t go live with John B. or something,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just because Luke is family…”

She sneered the man’s name, and you felt your frown deepen.

“It’s probably not that simple.”

At the look she gave you, you hurried to continue.

“I just mean it’s probably not that black and white for JJ. No one likes staying anywhere that’s bad for them, but maybe there’s a sense of loyalty he can’t shake yet,” you explained. “If he left his house for good, he just might end up feeling guilty.”

Sarah thought that over, eyeing you in the process.

“Maybe. That doesn’t make it any easier to witness this time and time again,” she sighed.

You didn’t say anything to that, unsure of what to say. When she left to join John B. in assisting their friend, you weren’t keen on retreating to Rafe’s bedroom just yet. You weren’t some professional psychologist, but you didn’t need to be to know why the sight of JJ and the confirmation of his volatile home life affected you so much.

The sight of his bloody and bruised face was unfortunately reminiscent for you.

Your feet made the decision for you, grabbing another glass of water before rummaging in your purse for some painkillers. Sarah was in the hall when you walked around the corner, and she straightened at the sight of you. The bathroom door was cracked, but John B.’s voice carried as he talked to JJ.

“Here, give him these.”

She took the pills and water with a small smile, thanking you. The moment was interrupted by JJ’s tone.

“I can stand just fine,” he sighed. “Just give me a minute…”

John B.’s protest was clear, but you surmised that JJ waved him off, getting his way when the door swung open. The brunette was briefly thrown by the sight of you before acknowledging you, making his way outside. The sound of your name in the air got JJ’s attention, and you wondered just how out of it he’d been to only just now realize you were up.

“Here. Y/N brought these for you,” Sarah told him, voice stern as she demanded he take them.

Getting the hint that he wanted a moment to himself, Sarah took a step back.

“Make sure he takes those,” she told you before going to join her boyfriend.

Truthfully, Rafe was the last thing on your mind as you looked at JJ. Now that his face was clean, he didn’t look as bad, but the bruising and cut on his lip still made you frown. You and he were so far from friends, so standing in the hallway while he leaned one hand on the sink started to feel awkward. You were just about to remind him of the pills and leave when he spoke.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

The observation wasn’t the most astute, and you frowned in confusion. When he swung his head to face you, straightening with difficulty, you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes ran along your face.

“It’s the middle of the night,” he repeated. “…and your face is caked in makeup. Is that one of Rafe’s conditions? Remain perfect at all times?”

You pressed your lips together as he popped the painkillers, swallowing them down with the entire glass of water. You couldn’t very well tell him that you’d spent fifteen minutes covering the bruises on your cheek and neck before coming down on the off chance that you ran into a Cameron that wasn’t Rafe.

“I forgot to wash my face,” was your simple answer.

Your tone was light, unconvincing, and you could tell that JJ didn’t believe you. You didn’t know how, but something about the glint in his eye told you so.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said. “About your dad.”

The blond moved to lean against the doorjamb, staring at you.

“Don’t be. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be,” you argued.

“Yeah, well, we’re both used to a lot of things we shouldn’t be,” he said, making you bristle. “I should’ve known better. After all…I know what he’s like.”

You didn’t appreciate having your own words thrown back in your face, doubly so because JJ didn’t realize just how much it messed with you. It was funny. When you told him that about Rafe, it made sense to you. That was how you maneuvered around Rafe and so you just wanted JJ to learn to maneuver around him the same way if he wanted to avoid his temper.

Now, however, hearing him repeat that about his own father just made you feel…nauseated.

“That’s not an excuse-.”

“Isn’t it?” JJ wondered, moving closer.

He held your gaze, and the look in his eyes had you biting the inside of your cheek. You couldn’t stop your frown, nostrils flaring at the words he silently threw at you. He didn’t say them, but he didn’t need to.

“That’s different,” you argued.

JJ frowned, head tilted in confusion.

“How so? My dad’s an asshole, Rafe’s an asshole,” he drawled. “Now, Rafe may not be a physically abusive asshole, but walking on tippy toes around him just to navigate his shitty personality isn’t exactly healthy.”

You stumbled back when JJ took another step towards you, lips parting when he cut you off.

“You can’t even have lunch with his sister without the fear of some guy that isn’t Rafe crashing the date…because you know he would just fly off the handle.”

You swallowed down your anger and annoyance at how right he was, glancing away with a huff.

“You don’t know anything about my relationship.”

“I know enough,” he fired back with a smirk.

When your back grazed the wall, it was then that you realized just how close he was. The bruising on his face looked so much scarier this close, and your eyes traced the blood on his lip. Your heartbeat was uneven at his close proximity, and you pressed yourself further into the wall. JJ’s eyes flitted between your own, and when you swallowed, they zeroed in on the action, gaze lingering on your throat.

“I know that if I kissed you, right now…” you sharply inhaled at that. “You wouldn’t tell Rafe…and not because you don’t want to hurt him…”

You slapped his hand way when it reached for your chin.

“…but because you’re fucking terrified of him.”

You furiously blinked, struggling to respond to that.

“You’re an asshole,” was all you could muster up with a frown, voice trembling.

JJ only softly chuckled to himself, nodding.

“Assholes are your type, so that doesn’t sting the same coming from you.”

Pushing your way out from in between him and the wall, you stomped away. You refused to look at him when he thanked you for the drugs, fighting to ignore the goosebumps along your arms underneath Rafe’s shirt.

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wandasgf · 9 months

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY. mdni. 19+.

pairings ; dark ! wanda maximoff + bunny hybrid ! f ! reader

summary ; wanda just loves to play games with her little bunnygirl, especially when she gets a prize at the end.

warnings ; mommy kink, dom!top!wanda, sub!bottom!reader, reader has long hair, pet names (baby, sweetheart, bunny, etc.), cnc (just in case), slight like so very minor violence, predator/prey dynamics, outdoor sex, hair pulling

wc ; 1.8k

Your heart pounds as you make your way through the cold winter forest that surrounds Westview, looking behind you every once in a while to make sure Wanda hasn't caught up with you. You were freezing, your thin layers and short skirt providing no warmth in the frigid cold of your current environment. You had tripped a few times already, your knees and palms a little bloody, so you're sure to make sure your glances behind are fleeting, enough to miss small details if you weren't looking for them specifically.

You stop to catch your breath near a small fire when you're sure it's safe. It is a little strange that this fire was here in the middle of nowhere, but you're not thinking too hard about it, just grateful that it's there. Your ears perk up when you hear a branch snap in the distance and your head whips around just in time to catch a flash of red hair moving through the trees. It takes about half a second for you to start off in a full sprint and you hear Wanda laughing behind you.

"You can run but you can't hide, Зайчик. No one can hear you scream all the way out here." And if they do hear, they won't dare come interfere, but Wanda doesn't add that part. She's quick to follow after you, heart racing, but for the opposite reason that yours is; she's excited. She's been waiting for this practically all week. She loved your little games, especially when you were the prize. She's been chasing after you for the better part of an hour by now, letting you think you've gotten away just to sneak up on you when you're catching your breath.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." She sings, grabbing onto a tree branch and snapping it off, knowing your ears would easily pick up the noise. Her pretty little bunny... out here all alone, scared, tired and running. Just the thought of her catching you makes her dizzy with want. She hears a small thud and she grins, knowing she's got you now.

You'd tripped over a rock, not watching where you were going when you'd heard the branch snap, too busy trying to get away. You got up quickly, but not quick enough because she's gaining on you, so so quickly and you're too tired to run any faster. You know you've lost when you hear her steps slowing down, into a light jog, before they pick up again and then...

Oh no.

You feel yourself being pushed forward for just a split second until you're pulled backwards by your hair. Your back collides with Wanda’s front and she's quick to lock you in place by sliding a hand over your stomach and gripping your throat with the other. She leans down so her mouth is right next to your ear, "Tag, you're it." Wanda whispers, sadistic grin taking over her features, her warm breath makes you shiver and you tense in her hold. "You didn't really think you were going to get away, did you?" Her tone is condescending and cruel as her hand that was previously on your stomach starts to wander up towards your chest.

"It’s no fair, Mommy. I tripped..." You pout, turning your head and looking up at your girlfriend. "Mm, you did. And you still lost, silly girl." Wanda loosens her grip on your throat to use her thumb and index finger to tilt your head up, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. It lasts a second before she pulls away, "And since you lost..." She starts, pushing you down into the cold snow. You land with a whimper, barely having enough time to put your hands out and stop yourself from getting a face full of snow.

Wanda towers over you, dropping to her knees and caging you between her thighs. "...Isn't it about time I get my prize?"

You suppose there's no arguing with that, but you wish your girlfriend had chosen somewhere else for this game to take place. The bitter cold is making you shake under her, and you know she's done this on purpose, she even picked out your outfit for today. There's just something about seeing you so helpless that has her heart trying to tear through her chest. It's a harsh tug of your hair that pulls you back to reality, your back arching to try and relieve some of the strain on your long locks. You kick up one of your legs in retaliation, your heel colliding with the back of Wanda’s thigh. “Mommy, I’m cold!" you whine, "can't you get your prize at home?" She has the audacity to laugh at you, only pulling back farther on your hair, "Of course not, little bunny. I want my prize now, and I'm going to get it now."

She flips your skirt up with her free hand, palming your ass and digging her rather sharp nails into the plush skin. You think she may have sharpened them somehow before starting this game. "Now be a good girl and hold still for me." She lets go of your hair and you're quick enough in your reaction that you don't let yourself get a face full of snow, dropping your head down onto your arms. Wanda grips your hips and pulls you up so you're on your knees before speaking, "If you're lucky I'll let you make me cum later." Your ears perk up at that and she laughs, "Awww, is my little bunny that eager to please Mommy?” her tone is mocking, but you know she's pleased. "So desperate for me you're gonna let Mommy fuck you out here in the open, hm?" She pulls your panties to the side and you shiver as you feel her sharp nails as they drag against your slick folds.

"M–Mommy, you're gonna… make those go away, right?” Your ears flatten against your head as you imagine how much it would hurt for her to finger you with nails so sharp. "Of course, Зайчик. How mean do you think I am?" She waves her fingers and her nails go back to how they were before on that hand, but she leaves the others sharp as knives. "It's insulting, really..." She punctuates by pulling you up by your hair, your back flush against her front and you gasp softly, "that you think I’d hurt you like that." She trails her other hand down your thigh, across, and then up before flicking her index finger at just the right angle, slicing your soft skin with a nail and you gasp. "Silly girl." She brings her hand up and licks the blood from her finger.

She brings a hand up to grip your throat, keeping you flush against her while the other one moves to grope your breasts. "Please, Mommy." You whine impatiently, bringing your hand up to grab her wrist and try to tug her hand downwards. "Patience, bunny." She coos, tightening her grip on your throat, but she allows you to tug her hand down. " 'mph, please." You whimper, letting your head fall back against your girlfriend's chest. She chuckles, taking the hem of your skirt and bringing it up to tuck it into the waistband. "Alright, alright, if you insist." She leans her head down to press a kiss to your forehead and it's tender for just a second until she moves her hand up to pry your jaw open, forcing her middle and index finger inside.

her harsh grip is almost bruising and you whimper, trying to shake her grip but she holds you in place. "Be a good girl for me, baby." she hums, playing with your tongue. With her other hand she moves your panties to the side, too impatient to take them off, and gathers some of your slick on her fingers. "So wet for me, baby. I bet you've been waiting for this all day, hm?" She teases, circling her fingers around your clit. "Mhm, want you, please." You whine, though it comes out muffled due to the fingers in your mouth. You grab onto her wrist just in case she tries to move her hand away, she did love to tease you. But she was feeling rather nice today, and she knows it won't be long until you're whining at her to take you home because you're too cold so she decides to skip the teasing for today.

"You want me, do you, Зайчик?" She muses, moving her fingers down and teasingly circling your drooling hole. "Do you want me like this?" She asks, though it's rhetorical, as she plunges two fingers inside your cunt. You gasp out a moan around Wanda’s fingers, fighting the urge to bite down on them in case it results in punishment. She takes that as a sign to keep going as she sets a steady pace, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. Her other hand busies itself with alternating between fucking your mouth and playing with your tongue, wanting to make you a drooling mess.

Wanda knows her way around your body quite well by now, so it's no surprise that she's turned you into a pathetic moaning mess within a matter of minutes. That and she's quite positive that your heat is coming up soon. You've given up on trying not to bite down on her fingers, but it's not an unwelcome feeling for Wanda. You're trying your hardest not to bite too hard, but you swear you can taste a bit of her blood in your mouth. It's not long before you're close to the edge, begging and pleading for Wanda to please let you cum as best you can with her fingers still in your mouth.

"You gonna cum for me, bunny?" She coos, removing her fingers from your mouth to wrap her hand around your throat, squeezing just the way she knows you like it. She speeds up her thrusts when she hears your moans get higher in pitch and she lets you grind against her palm. "Please, please, please. Mommy, I'm gonna cum." You whine, her fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Then be a good girl and cum for Mommy, baby." She curls her fingers at just the right angle and you fall apart, nails digging into the skin on Wanda's arm as you can't help but grab onto it, needing something to hold. She lets you ride out your high before eventually slipping her fingers out of you and you whine at the loss, suddenly empty. "Open." is all she says as she brings her fingers up to your mouth, prompting you to lick them clean.

"Time to get you home, sweetheart. It's too cold out here for little bunnies like you."

#alice's fics !#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine

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lowkeyremi · 5 months

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Hello Maya! Before I start my request, I just wanna say, I love your writing!!! I've been reading your things for a few weeks now (I'm new to tumbler) and I'm hooked!!

Anywho- I was listening to "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift and it gave me the idea of fem!reader meeting Satoru at some big event for sorcerers and falling hopelessly in love with him

heyyyyyy thank you for reading my stuff and i'm really happy you made a request, i've been hoping someone would bc i want to write ideas other than my own. i'm not huge on taylor swift so i had to listen to this song lol its pretty good :) you ask and i shall provide!! also i'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind :')

Enchanted S. Gojo x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

content: fluff, meeting and getting together

The night hadn't been going so well. You spilled some of your drink on your dress. That was borrowed from your friend might you add. Three guys that showed any potential interest were already with someone and their dates angrily pulled them away from you.

There are whispers about the oh so famous Satoru Gojo, and how he's finally made an appearance with his long time friend Nanami.

You've heard plenty about him, he's the famous sorcerer from Jujutsu High that has six eyes. He can solve any problem and he's said to be very hot. Honestly you're kind of a hater, you think people are gassing him up for no reason.

You've never personally met him but his description makes it hard to miss him if you see him; white hair blue eyes, but he'll likely be wearing an eye mask.

A sigh escapes your lips as you walk toward the bar for another drink, you would have invited your best friend but she's not a sorcerer and would not get it at all. "Hi, sorry for being back so soon, but could I get a strawberry margarita?" The woman behind the bar nods.

Before she can walk off though, a silky, carefree voice makes a request with your order, "Me too! Never tried strawberry margarita. Sounds pretty fruity." This day is already bad so you turn your head to see who just made it even worse-

A pretty white haired man stands by your side, piercing blue eyes peaking through sunglasses that look down right ridiculous at such a formal event. "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors??" Is the first thing you ask, no 'Hi how are you?' or 'why are you ordering drinks on my tab?'

"Cuz I could make everyone faint with my pretty blue eyes." He smirks, confidence evident in every word.

You look confused and he finds it cute. A foreign feeling stirs in your stomach. "Just kidding. I'd waste my power if my glasses were off. Actually, I was advised not to wear them, but I didn't wanna wear my mask for this event. I have it in my pocket just in case though." He's so light and bubbly you almost forget what you were fuming about.

"You're Gojo right?" He smiles and gives a quick nod.

"And you must be 'girl with a stain on her dress', huh?" You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Woo that was a good one, almost made my stomach hurt from laughter." You counter sarcastically; the moodiness coming back to you.

"Haha, my bad. Anyway when we get drinks I'll find us somewhere to sit and I'll make you laugh for real." That confidence is still there. You love funny people, they're exciting to be around.

"I'm holding you to that. I need a good laugh." His smile consists of all his pearly whites and is enough to make you, or anyone around you melt.

He goes to pay for your drink, and even hands it to you. "I have to say you are way less selfish than people make you out to be."

The man in question shrugs and smirks at you, "I am very selfish about certain things, childish even. It's only the first date though so pretend you don't know about that." He waves his hand dismissively. You couldn't even care about the fact he admitted to selfishness, you're stuck up on the part where he said this is a date.

"Who said this is a date?" He notices you're trying to play it cool, but he can see right through you.

"I did. I mean if you want, we can think of it more as a blind date since it wasn't planned." Something about him doesn't rub you the wrong way or make you angry at all. He's definitely an odd ball, but he's able to make you feel something in your gut that you haven't felt in a very long time, maybe not ever, actually.

"I- what- you can't just-" You cut yourself off, lost for words, trying to comprehend what he'd just said.

He intertwines his fingers with yours. They're cold to the touch, long and slender. He does that thing where you rub your thumb across all the other fingers. On top of that he gives you that love struck gaze. You're all kinds of confused because why is someone like him trying to flirt with you??? He could literally have any other pretty sorcerer but he's walking you over to a fancy table to sit and talk.

"Ugh, you're supposed to have warm hands to contrast my cold ones." He complains, and if you weren't already stunned then you definitely were now. He's swinging his arm back in forth, with you mirroring it because he's holding your hand.

"I can't help my hands being cold, maybe you should be the one with the warm hands." He shrugs at your response. The swinging stops when you two reach a table big enough for four and pulls out your chair for you.

"I normally don't do this but you're definitely worth it." a lopsided grin covers his face.

As nice as all of this is you look around for cameras. Your mind is telling you he means no harm, but you can never be too sure.

"Okay, is this some kind of joke or show?? Where are the cameras because this can't be real." The white haired six foot something giant's face contorts into something very (ugly) funny. His face scrunches up at your words.

"I can't believe you'd suggest something like that! I'm serious, I just want to be a normal guy and have a normal encounter with someone. So, can you just pretend I'm a normal date and not Gojo Satoru?" He's telling the truth and for the first time tonight you fully relax.

"Okay, hi normal guy. What do you like to do?" You ask playfully feeling enchanted by his charismatic presence. He makes you feel a sense of freedom like you never have before.

The rest of the night the two of you goof off and talk about all kinds of things. Eventually he's being dragged out by Nanami because of how drunk he is. He'd given you his number, "Call me!!!" He whines loudly while being led to the car he arrived in.

"Okay! When I do, don't forget everything from tonight." You yell back to him.

"Like hell I will!" And he was telling the truth because about two hours later when you were winding down for bed you get a call from an unknown number. Usually you wouldn't pick up but you have a feeling that the person on the other side was none other than Gojo normal guy.

"Hello?" You don't get a response for a few seconds, your stomach drops thinking you had miscalculated...

"I miss you already, when can I see you again?" He asks sleepily.

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lunalillyhbhb · 6 months

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Roommates Ch.2

It's the middle of the night when I hear a faint knock on my door, awaking me from my sleep. I groggily open my eyes, feeling my heart thrum gently at 94 bpm, unaware of who could possibly be knocking at this time. I hear the door knob jangle ever so softly. Shit. Did I lock my door? I don't think so.... I've never locked it before unless I'm leaving. Shit. The door's unlocked.

I hear the hinges creak as the assailant enters my room, opening slowly so as to not make any noise. My heartbeat, already fast, picks up even more, slowly beginning to squeeze harder. I hold my breath which in turn further accelerates my the pounding, and I curse my reactive heart. What if she's beating loud enough for the person to hear? Do they know I'm awake?

I wait with baited breath, as I slightly shift my eyes in the direction of the noise. I see a rough outline of a man, taller than me by at least a foot maybe, with lean muscular arms hidden beneath a loose shirt.

It's.... my roommate? What's he doing inside?

He meanders to my table, and I hear the contents getting gently pushed around....he's looking for something. My wallet? No.... I've never kept my wallet out in the open like that.

"...shit...where is it?" I hear him curse under his breath. "...aha!" He whispers, loud enough to have woken up anyone who could have been sleeping. If he was level-headed, he'd know that any normal person would've woken up by now. My fear slowly turns into curiosity as I wonder, what was he looking for in my room?

I see him fiddle with whatever item he's found for a while, and he slowly tip toes his way to my bed. My heart which had just started to calm down, starts pounding in my chest. What is he going to do with me? Should I scream?

I feel a dip form beside my and I close my eyes shut, hoping he's buying my act of sleeping, praying my heart isn't vibrating the mattress. I hear soft clacking sounds and rubber, and feel my shirt getting pulled up.

Oh God.... Am I in danger? And I'm not wearing a bra right now.... What does he want to do with me?

Cold fingers touch my torso and I do everything in my power to not flinch. The fingers gently slide over my stomach, slowly making his way to the space between my breasts.... His gentle caress displays no malice. For some strange reason, I feel safe.

His fingers gently press into my sternum and suddenly I remember my heart, beating frantically in anticipation. Is he...feeling my heart?

"....there you are. Found you" he mumbles under his breath. I suddenly feel something cold and circular press into my tricuspid valve.

It's a sensation I'd know anywhere immediately, one which has provided me with comfort and pleasure.

It's my stethoscope.

He's stething me.

He inhales sharply and stays absolutely still. I imagine the sounds of my drum permeating through him. pounding so loud at this point it could deafen his ears. What does he think of her? Does he like her? Is she singing for him? I too want to listen to her so badly.

My heart contracts more forcefully, and I feel the steth bouncing off my chest, pushing away his fingers with each pump, thudding with such intensity.....I've never felt her beat like this. She's never done this for me, but for him she suddenly changed..... What is he doing to her?

What does he think of her??

"......Wow. You're so.....so beautiful" he mumbles.

My heart throbs in my clit, and I feel a familiar wetness between my legs, pleasure coursing through my veins, fueling my pleasure with each hammering beat inside me, pounding so hard I can feel it down. My fingers itch to touch myself, to see how far I can push my heart, show him just how desperate my little slut of a heart can beat for him. But I can't, not right now. According to him, I'm still "asleep"

"Christ.... your heart..... she's pounding so hard in my hand"

Yes I know! Please, please praise her more!

"ughh..... I wish you could feel what these beautiful beats are doing to me... SEE what it's doing to me..... No... no I need to take care of this."

He suddenly gets up, bed creaking loudly, still not expecting me to be awake. He drops my precious steth into the chair and in a hurry makes his way outside. Just before he softly shuts the door, from the corner of my eye, I see a bulge in his pants.

Did I do that to him? Did my attention whore pump do this to him?

Will he.....come by again?

As soon as I hear my door click, my fingers plunge into my pleasure zone, sliding inside so easily with how wet and dripping I was. I cover my mouth with the other hand, unable to curb the moans peeling through my entire body as I am hit with waves of pleasure, chest heaving heavily as beads of sweat form. My needy heart, devoid of the sudden attention cries out for him, slapping inside messily, squeezing herself dry with each powerful beat till the point my chest hurts.

I am filled with the need to hear him, to properly introduce him to my heart, and to properly help him through with what my heart does to him. It's the least I can do.

#fast heartbeat #cardiophile #heartbeat fic #female heartbeat #cardiophile story #cardiophile fic #heartbeat kink

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pholla-jm · 4 days

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Sukuna with a S/O who has a sweet tooth/Loves eating sweets ?? :00

Like imagine most of the time they go on a date it's basically just reader and him going to different shops trying out desserts and sweets

Hello! Sorry it took me awhile! I got busy with work and my new class had just started. I decided to add some more to this. I hope you like it!! *********

Sweet Tooth

IMAGINE: SWEET TOOTH~ SUKUNA X READER FEAT: GOJO GENRE: FLUFF cw: modern au! implied female reader, sukuna calls your woman. not proof read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whenever Sukuna took you out, you would make him stop for a sweet treat. It could be for the slightest thing. Groceries? Sweet treat. Getting gas? Sweet treat?

You will use any excuse to get sweet treats.

This time, there was no real reason to convince Sukuna that you needed a sweet treat. Only that there was a new café opening up. Taking a quick glance at what would be on their menu, you already decided that you needed to go. It had most of your favorite pastries and drinks.

“Please, Sukuna.” You pleaded to your boyfriend with your hands clasped together. You had asked him to take you, but you knew how much he didn’t care for places like that. He didn’t like the options they provided; they always smelled so sweet. And it sometimes stuck to his clothes.

Sukuna has already decided to go with you, though. He would do anything for you. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make it easy for you. He loved to see you like this.

“Please, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Sukuna smirks at your words.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Your face lit up at his words, “so does that mean you’ll take me?”

“Yeah, brat.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You say while wrapping your arms around his ample shoulders.

Sukuna chuckles, squeezing you tight in return.

When the time came, Sukuna couldn’t believe he agreed to something like this. Since the place was pretty new, there were a lot of people. The theme was coquette, which Sukuna wasn’t fond of.

Sukuna settled with matcha mochi and coffee. In contrast, you had the most sickening sweets in front of you.

When Sukuna looks at all of it, his stomach almost churns in disgust. But when he sees you gleam at the desserts and take happy bites, it erases his dislike for the sweet treats. He would spend hours in places like this to see your happy face.

“What’s so great about these treats anyway?” Sukuna asks you.

You were about to answer, but someone interrupted you. Someone that neither of you wanted to see.

“Ooh, can I have some of that?” You look up to see the bright blue-eyed man named Gojo.

“Ugh, no get away.” You say while shoving him away.

“Awe, come on.” He pouts at you.

Sukuna frowns at seeing Gojo. “Get away from (y/n).”

Gojo’s eyes flicker over to the brooding man. His arms were crossed as he glared at Gojo.

An annoying smirk now sits on his face, “why? Scared I might take her away?”

Sukuna’s hand slams down on the table, and your face twists disgustingly.

“Oh my god.. You’re so embarrassing niisan.” You whisper to Gojo, but Sukuna hears it.

The anger slowly dissipates from his body, and confusion fills his head.

“Brother?” He mumbles.

“What? I can’t protect my little sister?”

While the two of you bicker, Sukuna glances back and forth.

Gojo and you didn’t look alike. Not a single feature looked the same. Some things are similar, like the hyper personality… and the major sweet tooth.

“Well, I got to go. Thanks.” Gojo says after taking a bite of one of your cakes.

He gives you a smug look before waving bye.

“Ugh,” You groan before turning to Sukuna, “I’m sorry about him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was your brother?”

You look at him in confusion, “I didn’t?”

Sukuna gives you a look, “I think I would remember something like that.”

“Huh, sorry. I guess it just slipped.”

“How does something like that slip?”

You purse your lips, “well whenever I’m not around him… I just seem to not worry about him. You know?”

Sukuna looks at you, a bit confused, which means you will explain it further.

“Satoru and I aren’t full siblings. Same mom but different dads. But Gojo has always been the golden child. Everything is about him. He always got everything he wanted, but me? I was lucky to even be in the same room as him.” You chuckle while shaking your head.

“So, it’s nice not having him around. I can do whatever I want without him around.”

Sukuna nods, “and have whatever you want as well.”

You smile at his words, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Sukuna scoffs, “of course I’m right, woman.”

You laugh and shake your head. “It wasn’t long ago that I discovered my love for sweets. I never got sweets as a child, since Satoru hogged them all.”

Sukuna smiles at you and leans forward. He grabs a napkin, wiping some of the icing away from the corner of your lips, “that just means I’ll have to spoil you more than.”

Your face turns pink at his words and actions.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #sukuna x reader

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sinfulseashell · 7 months

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Question for Y!Bonten how could they react if their darling escaped from them and started a new life with someone else?

Y!Mikey: Of course the male would absolutely go berserk if his darling was ever to think that anyone else would treat them better than he could, but fear nearly consumed him as he thought for a moment looking over at the host with an icy glare. “Escaping is one thing, but having the audacity to find someone else? Well…let’s just say there would be two less bastards on this god forsaken earth.”

Y!Sanzu: “Oh wow, well I guess one idiot plus another can make a deathly combination!” He cackled. “How fucking dumb could they be to find someone else, but let’s give the benefit of the doubt that my darling had the gall to have another person even touch them the way I do.” His snarl twisted into a demonic grin, “I will show my darling why they would regret stepping foot out of their haven…let’s just say the show would be more gruesome than any horror movie could ever show legally.”

Y!Bonten: Each male expressed a disgusted feature as they shook their heads in unison.

Y!Koko: “So we all agree that Sanzu is never allowed to come these interviews when it comes to murder.”

Host: “Wait…none of you said anything…also…all of you commit murder?”

Y!Rin: “Ok one, we don’t need words to communicate, I know you noticed the silence after his comment. Two, we commit murder because it’s necessary yet this sociopath commits murder as a fucking hobby.”

Y!Sanzu: He emits a boisterous laugh while wiping tears from his eyes, “Ah…it’s true. I have a scrapbook as well.” He smiles happily.

Y!Rin: “Do I need to say anything more?”

Host: “Oooookay…noted.”

Y!Takeomi: “Well that was unsettling…anyways. I wouldn’t say that I would be happy my darling started their life over.” He gritted his teeth at the thought that his darling could find someone else so damn easily…replacing him. The thought made his stomach churn, “As if replacing me would be the best option for them…I would murder anyone who would try to take them away from me.” He growled.

Y!Ran: “Well the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. Looks like you and Sanzu have so much in common, makes sense why the two of you are related.”

Y!Sanzu: “How dare you say something so fucking disgusting in my presence! No fucking brother of mine, as far as I know I don’t have family.” He hissed.

Y!Takeomi & Host: 😐

Y!Koko: “We’re not here to discuss their family drama, wait…hatred? Disgust? Whatever. We are not here to speak on that. Now as for me, the fact my darling would even think that someone could afford the lifestyle I provide well,” He chuckles while shaking his head, small chuckling turns to laughter. “Ah…ah ok, ok,” Koko clears his throat to continue. “Besides my awesome joke, I doubt that my darling would even survive without me.”

Y!Rin: “Look Im tired. So I’ll make this quick…whoever the dumbass would be I’ll make sure that have a slow painful death while I take my darling back to have the punishment they deserve.” Bringing himself to stand the male makes his way to the door and leaves.

Y!Ran: “Dont mind him, Rin is just tired from taking care of his darling all night. They were sick.” Ran pouts. “Isn’t that so cute though!”

Y!Rin: “SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!” He screams from the other side of the door.

Y!Ran: The male smiles as he turns his attention back to the host, “What would I do if my darling escaped and found someone else? Hmmm, well murder would be first on my list and once I get rid of them then I would make sure my darling was well.” He hums happily, “-but once I know they are fine then I’ll remind them of why they belong to me.” He smirked menacingly.

Y!Mochi: “I dont believe my darling would have a reason to leave. No to toot my own horn or anything, but these guys are monsters compared to me.” He huffed.

Y!Sanzu: “Quit bitching and answer the goddamn question.”

Y!Mochi: “Fine. If my darling were to ever find someone else…even though I know they wouldn’t. I wouldn’t murder the person, but I would purposely break each and every bone in their body enough to keep them conscious throughout the entire time that way their screams of agony could echo off the walls having their cries be the last thing they hear.”

Y!Koko: “Dear god. We all need therapy.” He spoke while pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

Y!Kakucho: His gaze stays focused on the floor before him as if lost in thought when he hears the host call his name it brings him back to reality as he sighs, “I wouldn’t kill them. Or hurt the person that they are with. I want my darling to be happy then I would want them to stay happy, but…a part of me would take them back with me…I can’t…I just can’t be without them…they mean everything to me…” he sighs in frustration. “If I take my darling back and the other person tries to stop me…well then I would have no choice but to kill them.”

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queenie-official · 5 months

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Chapter Two: ‘From Kingdom To Kingdom’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1

a/n: this one might be a little long 😀 but if we like the length let me know, anyway the palace/castle on the left is the kingdom of Tatooine and the castle on the right is Alderaan at least that’s how i picture it, thought y’all might want a visual 🫶🏼

a warm breeze swirled through the room, the faint smell of floral from the spring air providing a calming effect as you looked over the papers on your desk. for as long as you’d been doing so you truly didn’t have much to show for it. your mind to busy wandering back to the conversation with Barclay in the dinning room earlier.

that was when you heard it. two servants gossiping in the hallway clearly not knowing you where in your fathers study- well technically your study. “i heard there having a meeting right now” one of the servants said, piquing your interest. who where they talking about… “i don’t think her majesty even knows” oh no.

you where quick to stand up, the chair scratching against the floor alerting the two on the other side of the cracked door. making haste you push open the door making direct eye contact with two maids. “what do you know that i don’t?”

the sound of your heels clicking against the castle ground rung in your ears as it bounced off the walls. you could see the looks of confusion on the face of each guard and servant you passed but you paid no mind, continuing to speed down the halls. as soon as you approached the door to the meeting room you could hear voices, your stomach sank as you realized what the maids had told you was true.

a wave of anger flashed through you, giving you the confidence to slam open the two doors that separated you from the problem. “what’s going on here?” you demand whilst looking over each member of the royal council who sat at the table in front of you. once you found Barclay more anger ran through you and before you knew it you where marching down over to him. “what part of tell no one yet did you not understand Barclay.” you watch as he swallows nervously, before he answers but what he had to say was not at all what you’d expected nor was it what you asked.

“we’ve found you a suitor” he says cutting straight to the chase. “excuse me?” you say in absolute shock and confusion, it hadn’t even been more then 4 hours since you’d last spoken. he continued to say nothing unsure how to go on. “we were supposed to discuss this more later!” you can’t help but shout, feeling as if you wouldn’t be heard else wise. “i just figured i would help make your job easier-“ he begins but you quickly interject, “that is not your decision to make.” unbelievable this cannot be happening right now, just how far along had they gotten in this meeting before you arrived.

“i mean no disrespect your majesty-“ you scoff “i hear you say that more and more, yet i am increasingly failing to find truth in the statement” turning quick on your heel and moving to the head of the table where your seat is you attempt to address them all head on.

“you must at least see that i have the kingdoms best interests in mind” Barclay tries to reason his actions but you’re quick to shoot him down. “oh and i don’t? Barclay you repeatedly undermine my authority, i have half a mind to have you removed” you say with your voice still raised as you look him in the eye. to your surprise he doesn’t back down, the contrary actually. A firm look on his face as he puffs his chest up slightly “Need i remind you as of right now you do not have the authority.” you feel your face flush slightly at his reminder but your quick to push it down. taking a deep breath you clench your fist to redirect your embarrassment back to anger. “but i will and then what” you counter.

“your majesty, this is the best shot you’ll get. another opportunity will not fall so easily into your lap” the Lord high Chancellor pipes up, pulling your attention to him and away from Barclay. “what are you talking about?”

“we found the perfect kingdom that could be pressured into silence” The chancellor speaks again rather smugly.

“explain yourself Chancellor Valorum” you command. “well we need this whole ordeal to be kept secret do we not?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him “get to the point” you say curtly. the chancellor doesn’t seem effected by your attitude and continues like you hadn’t said anything to begin with. “im sure you’ve heard of the kingdom of Tatooine.”

you raise a brow “that kingdom? isnt it high in crime and poverty?” you had meant it to be a statement but both responses came off more as questions once they left your mouth. “yes- well i’m sure you can see where i’m going with this now” he gives a you a crooked smile.

“this is wrong” you state plainly not liking the way this was going at all. it wasn’t about the kingdom of tatooine and its many negative attributes, it was the fact the only reason the council wanted to try this with that kingdom was because they thought it insignificant enough to squash if needed. it was a disgusting way of thinking that you did not want you or Alderaan associated with.

“think of it as you helping a falling kingdom. you marry one of the sons for your kingdom to be happy and in turn they get our aid. their people can eat and the crime rate will go down in due time it’s a win, win” The more the Chancellor explained the worst the idea was in your mind. “it’s manipulative” you say with disgust, the entire council was corrupt if they thought this a good idea. you looked around the room again scanning their faces hoping for someone to agree with you, not one person- are these the people who are to aid you while you lead. you felt sick.

“have you any better ideas?” you wanted to scream how could he say that with a straight face. how did your father put up with these people, he was a good man and if something like this was suggested to him it would of been shut down immediately. “unlike you guys i’m smart enough to know this is not the way to do this. the idea of it makes my stomach twist! We are to drop this whole thing, it is not right and i will not tarnish the reputation of our kingdom”

“well… about that” Barclay began and you felt your heart drop. “what did you do?” you ask silently praying to anyone who would listen that whatever it was could be undone. “well me and the rest of the council here” he gestured around to the people around you both with his hand “decided it in your best interest to proceed without your approval. a letter has already been sent.” a deadly silence filled the air as you stared at them all, your mouth opening and closing unsure what to say.

not only had they gone behind your back to discuss such a matter but the proceeded without a care in the world as if nothing would happen if any of this got out and you wouldn’t be the one the people blamed. you where the head, the leader, the future queen. everything wrong is pointed to you and this would be no exception. even if they did find out the royal council did this the first conclusion they’d draw would be you being incompetent enough to let this happen without your knowledge. or that it was your fault for the councils corruption since nothing like this had happened before. “you what..” you finally spoke, hoping you heard Barclay wrong.

Chancellor Valorum piped up once more “your majesty you may concern yourself with your own personal worries but we on the other hand must place are worries with that of the people” you wanted to punch him, was he so deluded that he truly thought he was doing good with this. and to act like you don’t care for your people…it hurt, how could you be a good queen when you aren’t even being given the chance. you take a deep breath glaring at Valorum as you respond “so you go behind my back and practically blackmail a kingdom into handing over a prince for me to marry?” you try putting it into the same perspective the people will. “it’s a scandal” you add, pressing further into how bad their decision was.

“it’s only a scandal if people know, and those who do are not in the position to speak up” he quips, the way he can claim he cares for the people and then treat something like this as some kind of joke- i mean this whole situation was practically treason.

“this is so irresponsible, and wrong. honestly do any of you even have half a brain and are you sure what’s there is working properly” that statement seemed to irk them, good. what they’d done was stupid.

“it’s not about what’s right, it’s about what’s good for the people. And as the future Queen you have better start thinking in such a way or consequences are to come” oh so that’s how this was going to be, in that moment you swore as soon as your coronation happened you would call for the removal of the council members and replace them all. “you think i do not care for my people? you play a dangerous game Valorum. all of you do.” you say and make eye contact with each man seated at the table letting the hidden threat hang thickly in the air.

“your majesty” Barclay speaks up clearly wanting to defend himself for his actions. “Barclay this is low even for you” you say sternly.

“enough of this, what’s done is done” Chancellor Valorum says ending the whole argument. you stand up in an instant and storm out of the room, the weight of what just happened pulling you down the further you got.

you paced the entirety of your room, having just finished ranting to Eleanora about what just happened. she was one of your most trusted ladies-in-waiting which is why she stayed at the castle with you and aided in your daily routine. “i can’t believe they actually did this, i feel nauseous” you began again.

“should i get you some water your majesty?” Eleanora offered trying her best to help and offer you comfort. “no, no that’s alright. i don’t think i could drink or eat anything in all honesty” you say while taking a seat on the chair in front of your vanity, feeling dizzy.

“understandable, but your majesty you didn’t have breakfast i’m beginning to worry” you look up at the poor girl, she was right you needed to eat something maybe it would help. But truthfully the idea of eating anything felt repulsive at the moment, and you where sure anything you forced down would come right back up. she seemed to take your silence as an answer. “why not try to think about the positives from this.” she tried.

positives, where there even any positives? if everything went through you would be marrying a man you didn’t know. and then there was what got him to marry you- the letter what did they even write in that letter.

“god only knows what the letter contained…”you voice your thoughts aloud to Eleanora not wanting to keep her in silence. “and they had to of stamped it with the royal seal- oh i’m going to be sick” you place your head in your palms letting out a groan. “deep breaths” she says and gently rubs your back in a soothing motion. “this is so bad and the more i think about it i can only find it to be even worse.”

“it’ll be okay your majesty” she doesn’t sound to sure of herself as she says that though, so the reassurance falls flat. “that’s the thing it won’t be okay, not really anyway.” you groan again, dragging your hands down your face as you look up staring at yourself in the mirror. you looked a mess, the stress of the day clearly having got to you. ‘i need to speak with someone whos not afraid to speak there mind to me’ you think to yourself turning to look behind you at Eleanora. “can you send for Lady Padme?”

“yes of course your majesty”

as soon as Padme entered the tea room you quickly stood to greet her. Now Padme was your most trusted Lady-in-waiting overall, you both grew up together. she didn’t stay at the castle with you simply because she asked. she would rather be in her own manner with her husband and children, and you saw no problem in giving her what she wanted.

Padme’s smile warmed you and she quickly pulled you into a hug once you made it over to her. “is everything alright? you never send for me with such short notice unless it’s an emergency” she asks quickly, pulling away as she looks into your eyes searching for an answer. “it’s horrible Padme, i dont even know where to begin.” you sigh heavily, walking over to the tea table and taking your seat. Padme joins you sitting next to you rather then across. “what’s happened?” she asks as two servants pour you both a cup of tea before leaving the room to give you privacy.

“the entire royal council has gone behind my back” you begin, causing her brows to knit together in concern. the more you explain the more annoyed and disgusted she grows along with you. Padme was always politically head strong even though it was highly encouraged for most Ladies-in-waiting to stay out of politics. that’s one of the things you liked about her and one of the reasons you knew she’d be the best person to talk to about this.

“that’s horrible” she said as you finished telling her about everything that had happened so far that day, from the horrible conversation with Barclay first thing in the morning to you storming out of the council meeting room.

“i know, and i haven’t a clue what to do about it” you say frustratedly, neither one of you had touched your tea cups. the tea probably cold now but your throat felt impossibly dry so you forced yourself to take a sip as you waited for Padme to voice her opinion. “as much as i hate to say it Chancellor Valorum is right about one thing. what’s done is done” you practically choke on the tea you where sipping, which shockingly was still partially warm.

“so what i’m supposed to just sit here and let it all play out?” you ask her shocked that she of all People would suggest such a thing, it just wasn’t like her. “unfortunately, i think our best bet in all honesty is to hope the plans go through” she adds only furthering your confusion. “what?” you ask needing her to elaborate more and confirm what you where hearing. “as much as it is disgusting what’s been done, and i’m never one for doing what’s easy over what’s right but the worst outcome in this case would be Tatooine’s rulers declining.” you where speechless, having half expected Padme to suggest you hunt down the mail carrier and stop the letter from reaching the other kingdom before she ever agree with what Chancellor Valorum said. “i don’t understand.” was all you could say.

“the alternative of them declining means they’d lose more then if one of the princes married you. Alderaan is Well off y/n.” she says as if you should get what she’s saying already before continuing. “having an alliance to support them in need is one thing but an alliance built on marriage secures them even in the future. it’d be silly of them to decline” she finally finishes.

“that doesn’t make it okay” you counter, looking at her in disbelief. it’s not like what she said was crazy but more the fact that it was her that was saying it and not anyone else. “you’re right it doesn’t. but we’ll get nothing out of worrying over something we cannot change” she says and although what she’s saying is technically true you can’t shake that pit of a feeling in your stomach.

“i can’t help but think about it, it’s going to haunt me.” you say with a sigh, turning away from her as you continue “a decision that wasn’t even mine.” your eyes focus on the mostly full tea cup in front of you.

“we can worry more once we cross that bridge. but for now we have to wait it out” Padme says to you and she gently places her hand on your shoulder, pulling your attention away from the tea back to her face.

this wasn’t the outcome you where expecting from this conversation but Padme was correct and unfortunately so was Valorum there was not much else to say or do for that matter.

you tried to relax and enjoy the rest of your tea with Padme, not ready to face any more responsibilities for the day.

it had been days and your anxiety only worsened. pacing the length of your fathers old study as you tried to focus on the work you needed to get done, rereading the same pages of documents you had for the last hour. it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to get anything done.

"your majesty" Barclay barged into the study startling you enough to drop the papers in your hands. he looked apologetic and was about to speak when you cut him off. "I'm truly not in the mood to speak with you Barclay" you say still very rightfully mad at him for what he'd done. you reach down to pick up the papers you'd dropped when Barclay spoke again causing you to freeze.

"it's about the kingdom of Tatooine" he said quickly, hoping you would pay attention to what he had to say. you snapped up straight looking over his face trying to gauge wether he was being truthful or not.

"what" you ask but it was definitely more of a command for him to tell you what he knew.

"they've responded, their in agreement" he said quickly, lifting his arm up to show a a few letters in his hand. “you are to marry the second son Prince Anakin.” he finished and all you could do was stare blankly at him, frozen in place. this was really happening.

part 3

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Close. Pt.1 (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Age Gap, virgin reader, fingering, mentions of death, violence, alcohol, !MINORS DNI!

(Summary): Reader gets left alone with Captain Price for a few months. How long can he spend alone with her before he caves?

Part 2 here

You can't remember the last time you had felt at peace with yourself. It's not that you were unhappy or anything, just uncomfortable in your own skin.

You've just turned 18, have no real life plans, you and your dad are constantly at each other's throats. It's a shit show for now, but you know it won't be forever. Your dad is in the military and he is very stern with you. He wants everything to look perfect and sometimes you just can't manage that. Your mum had passed away and he was all you had left as none of your other family really cared too much to stay in contact with you after she had died.

Your dad was due to be coming home soon and he expected the house to be spotless when he came home, which you had scrubbed the entire thing head to toe. Even going as far to dust off ceiling fans and light fixtures.

You had mentioned a couple times to him about moving out, but he'd flipped out on you. You're sure it wasn't anything personal, more or less just him being scared to lose you too.

He took it very hard when your mum passed away. He couldn't function for some time afterward. You and him fought like crazy because he seemed to take his sadness out on you. You didn't appreciate it and were going through it just as bad as he was. When she passed away, it meant you were alone while he was deployed. You had nobody to rely on when he wasn't there. You had no one but yourself 10/12 months a year.

"Y/N, you remember Captain Price?" he says to you over the phone. Your stomach falling slightly. "Of course I do, why?"

His name alone causes your hair to stand up. He was around a lot when you were a kid, your dad had gotten stationed alongside him in Britain and brought you and your mom to live there with him for a few months. During that time, you ended up spending a good majority of time with Captain Price, considering your home life wasn't so good. From about 8-10 you were with him. You had a huge crush on Captain Price. You had only just come to terms with the fact that you and him would never be anything, and your dad comes to lay this on you.

"He's coming to stay with me on the base for a few months, he'll be staying in our guest room. Is that okay?" he asks. "oh uh.. of course. Why wouldn't it be?" you laugh the nervousness in your voice off. "I'm sure he will be grateful we're having him, but make sure the house is clean for my return please, sweet pea?"

"Course dad." he laughs into the phone. "You always sound so unamused. When did you grow up and stop being my little girl ah?" he slurs his words. You can't help but roll your eyes. You hadn't realized he'd been drinking before. "Get some sleep dad. I'll talk to you tomorrow night." You laugh, hanging up the phone. You looked around the house, it was spotless, just like he'd asked. You made your way up the large staircase. Your dad made a fair amount of money and provided you with everything you needed and more. He had a nice house, and everything. But you didn't like to take his money. You slipped your hand over the oak railing, frowning to yourself. It was so lonely here without your mum. You hated being here alone.

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"Hey. I've some bad news." Is the first thing you hear from your dads mouth a couple days later. "What?" you ask. "My contract extended another 6 months. But John has already gotten his plane ticket and can't get it refunded. It'll be just you and him for a while. Is that okay?"

You think to yourself. Alone? In a big house? With the finest man you've ever laid eyes on?

"Of course it's okay. It's not like I haven't done it before. No reason he shouldn't be able to check the base here out." You smile into the phone. "Oh good. I'm glad you're such a good sport Y/N." Your dad chuckles over the phone. "I'll ask him to keep an eye on you, yeah?" He laughs. "Yeah right. I've been here alone for like 10 months and I've done just fine." You roll your eyes, he can't see it obviously. "I'm sorry honey. But you know how this is."

"Yeah. I know. But it'll be alright. You'll be home before you know it."

---

When that Friday came, you had to pick John up from the airport, it was the plan from the beginning as you were supposed to pick your dad up as well. You couldn't help but be a little sad that your dad wouldn't be coming home. He was really all you had left.

You don't know what you would do if you didn't have him.

You had to be awake at 5am to go get John, you weren't happy about it. But thankfully, it was a warm summer night.

You had on a t-shirt and some shorts, not really thinking about how you looked in front of John. You were a little too tired to even think straight. You waited inside the airport by where the baggage claim was. You're sitting in a chair in the small waiting area. Pretty soon, you make eye contact with him, and he looks just as good as he did when you were younger. The same facial hair, same kind of uniform. Everything.

You send a smile his way and his eyes widen. "Good god. You're a woman." He laughs, pulling you into a hug. "What?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "The last time I seen you, you were just a little girl." He laughs, pulling away. You missed his accent. He grasps his bag. "Yeah, was a long time ago." You blush. You make your way out to your car together, it was parked right at the entrance. "It's just crazy." He stares you up and down. "Although... are you in pajamas?" he says in confusion as you pass him to walk around the car. He climbs into your passenger seat. "Uhhh. Perhaps." You smile. He makes a "tsk" sound, shaking his head. "Didn't your dad always teach you to be prepared?" You reach in front of him, opening the glovebox. Inside was a gun your dad made you carry. "Jesus. I meant.. If your car breaks down or something."

"Bold of you to assume I can't change a tire in pajamas."

"You are definitely your fathers daughter." He laughs. He hears the song on in the car, and he smiles, reaching for the dial to turn the sound up. "Your playlist?" You roll your eyes. "Always." he laughs. "Man.. 20 year old me would've killed to be with a girl like you."

What's stopping you now?

You have to shake the thoughts from your head. "Yeah, show me a picture of you at 20." You laugh. He thinks to himself. "I don't even know if I have one." you lick your lips. "Suppose they didn't have cameras in the 1800's ah?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "Ha Ha. You're hilarious." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "Now I'm gonna look for one." He slides his phone out.

When you arrive at your house, he grasps his bag out of the back and you both make your way for the front door. You unlock it and hold the door open for John. "Come on, guest room is this way." You walk down the hallway. He follows you and you open up the door for him. "Goddamn, when your dad said you had a spare room I didn't think he meant in a damn mansion." He laughs. "Yeah, it's a little extreme for 2 people." You laugh. You leave him to unpack his stuff.

"I found a picture of me when I was in my 20's." He laughs. You're sitting on your couch and he's walking up behind it from the hallway. "Show me." You smirk. He holds the phone in front of your face. "Holy shit." You laugh. "What?" he laughs. "If only you weren't 20 years younger." You smirk. He freezes up. "Yeah right, I was way out of your league." He brushes off your comment. "I just wanna know what happened?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "I got more attractive that's what happened." He crosses his arms. "Mhmmmm."

You were really good at getting under his skin for some reason.

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He almost couldn't take the torture. He'd been here for a week so far and was struggling.

You walking around in nothing but shorts and tank tops, back talking him with those pretty lips.

You thought for sure he didn't have any feelings for you, but you didn't realize just how close you were to cracking him. He waits for you to get back from a friends house. Sitting at a stool at the countertop in the massive kitchen. He'd gone out and bought a good bottle of scotch, and maybe he'd had little too much to drink.

When you finally come in, you step inside. Walking into the kitchen after you'd kicked your shoes off. He noticed you had a messenger bag with black fabric peeking out. He knows exactly what you were out doing.

"Kinda late ah?" He smirks, startling you. "Jesus Christ!" you hold your hand over your heart. "Why are you just sitting there like that?" you sigh. "Come sit sweetheart. You ever had scotch before?" you swallow hard. "Uh.. no. Have you met my dad?"

He's got an evil grin on his lips. "Well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I mean, you weren't really at a friends house were you? I can see the dress sticking out of the bag. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed that either." He smirks. "Well. It was a waste of time anyways." You laugh. He pours a small amount into another glass, sliding it over to you. You pick it up and put your lips to the glass and he smiles, watching you try it. Your nose immediately scrunches up and you cringe. He laughs a little too hard. "Maybe scotch shouldn't have been your first drink." You laugh. "It's fine."

"Why was the party a bust hm?" He asks. "I just don't fit in. At all." You look down at the countertop. "How's that?" You smile. "Since I've been so sheltered, bounced back and fourth. I don't really know how to fit in with people my age. They all wanna get drunk and party. I just decided to leave early because spending time with you sounded like way more fun." You laugh.

"But I suppose you probably don't see it. You probably just see me as some kid." He smiles down at the countertop. "Of course I do. I was there, watching you grow for a couple years there. I'll always see you that way." He laughs. "Exactly." He could sense the annoyance in your voice. "Y/N, what's going on hm? You've been acting weird for the last couple days." He grasps your shoulder to make you look at him, he looks you in the eyes. You pause for a minute. You lean forward, making possibly the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You plant your lips right onto his, and he draws back immediately. "Woah." He pushes you back by your hips. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I can't kiss you like that. I can't-" you stand up from the stool, "no.. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." You shake your head. "It's okay. I..." He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You quickly make your way for your room. Humiliated. He sighs as he sits back down at the countertop.

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When he wakes up the next morning, he hears nothing but silence and his head pounding. He definitely had too much to drink the night before. But not enough to forget what happened. When he walks around the house, you’re nowhere to be found. Probably off to school already. He lets out a groan as his phone begins ringing. His head already throbbing.

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “Hey John.” He hears your dads voice, his stomach falling a little.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Y/N got into a scuffle at school this morning, she’s getting dropped off by her counselor. You mind keeping an eye on her for me?”

“Yeah no problem. And.. a scuffle?”

“I guess some dumb kid was being mean to her. Hurt her wrist pretty bad.” John thinks for a second. “You make it sound like it was a boy.” He laughs.

“From what I understand it was.” John’s face falls immediately. “It’s been going on for some time now, I was gonna take care of it when I got back but.. I got an extension.”

“I might be able to talk to the school about it, if you want.” He offers. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He says. “It’s no problem. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.”

John hears the front door open, and makes his way out from the kitchen. Your counselor is helping you inside. “What the hell happened?” He asks. John finds it a little weird that your counselor is a middle aged man, and was alone with you while you were completely inebriated. “Well..” he sighs. “A boy at her school was being a little mean. I guess they kinda got into a little bit of a tussle, he slammed her hand in her locker.”

That explains the wrap around your wrist.

“He said something about her mom, so Y/N just.. attacked him. They had to sedate her to get her to calm down. She’s coming down from it, but she’ll be alright.”

John nods his head. “Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asks John. “I’m Captain John Price. I’m looking after Y/N until her dad gets back from deployment.” Her counselor nods his head. “Well. This is going to go under investigation. I’ll be surprised if Y/N is allowed back after this.” He narrows his eyes. “That boy slammed her hand in a locker, and made a comment about her dead mother. If I were her, I’d have attacked him too.” He crosses his arms. “Yeah.. but it’s not up to me or you. It’s up to the school.”

John laughs. “Thanks for bringing her home. But if you’ll excuse us.” John says.

After saying goodbye, he leaves.

John sits on the coffee table, placing his hands on your knees. “Are you okay?”

You’re really quiet. You nod your head. You look drowsy. “Don’t lie to me.” He says sternly.

You shake your head no. He brushes hair out of your face. Watching you blink, the tiredness so apparent in your eyes. “You’ll be alright.” He flattens your hair with his hand, running it over and over again. He’s trying to calm you.

“I’m..” your voice cracks a little and your speech is slurring. “I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you.” You look up at him. He sits up from the coffee table, sitting next to you. “It’s fine, it.. was a crazy night. Let’s not worry about that though.” He pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Who is this boy and why is he fucking with you?” He asks. “I don’t really know, he just started doing it one day and went with it.” Your voice slurs slightly. “Hm..”

“Everyone says he has a crush on me. That’s why he does it,” you laugh. “Yeah, that’s no excuse to do what he did.”

“And he’s really ugly.” He laughs a little harder than he should. “You’re so innocent. It’s so cute.” He smiles. Your heart aches in your chest.

So close, yet so far out of your reach. “Here. You get some sleep okay?” He covers you up with a blanket, standing up. You turn your head to the side, laying on the couch. He watches your eyes close, your body relaxing. He picks up his phone, disappearing into the other room.

—

When you wake up, you’re confused. It takes a few minutes until everything comes back to you. A yawn leaves your lips and you stand up, going up the stairs. You don’t see John anywhere around. You change your clothes into something more comfortable. You look at yourself in the mirror. The embarrassment from the night before still fresh in your brain. “Y/N?” You hear John calling for you. You quickly finish what you’re doing, going down the stairs.

“I took care of everything.” You frown, “what do you mean?” He lifts up a stack of papers. “You’re on a 2 week mandatory suspension, but I took care of the rest.” He smiles. “What did you do?”

“I just went down there, talked to your school. Seen the kid so I talked to him too. I could tell it was him because of the scratches and stuff all over his face. Has a hell of a shiner." He smiles.

“Oh god…” you cross your arms. “What did you say to him?” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it.”

You knew he probably threatened the boy to get him to back off of you. “He’s a little prick but he should leave you alone.”

He laughs. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.” He nods his head. “It’s nothing. You feeling better?” He asks. You follow him into the kitchen, “I’m fine.” You grasp a water bottle out of the refrigerator, passing him one too. “So.. about your counselor..” he trails off. “What about him?” John shakes his head. “Just seems weird that he’s alone with you. Like that.” He pauses to take a drink out of the water bottle. “I’m alone with you.” You pull a stool out from the counter, hopping up onto it. He does the same, sitting next to you.

“Yeah but that’s different. I’m a family friend.” You laugh. “He’s just there to make sure I’m good at school.” John nods his head. “I only have like 3 more months of school left.” He nods his head. “That’s good, cause that guy gave me the creeps.”

“He probably thought the same about you.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t be that creepy, you tried to kiss me.” He smirks. “Oh god.” You cover your face. He laughs. “Do you like me or.. was it just.. heat of the moment thing?” You look up at him. “Heat of the moment.” You lie, rolling your eyes. “For a Captain you sure are soft.” You glance at his hands, hoping he doesn’t catch it as you adjust yourself in your seat awkwardly. Even his hands had your attention. “I’m soft toward you. I’m only harsh when I need to be.” He shrugs. “So what, I’m the only person you’re soft towards? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes you do.”

“I just figure your dad is probably already pretty hard on you. I mean I heard some of the screaming matches you two had.” You nod your head. You laugh. “Yeah. It was pretty ugly.” He smiles. “Plus maybe I just have a soft spot for you, what’s wrong with that?” He smiles. Giving you a playful shove. No matter what, he thought of you as a kid. A little girl he watched grow. You hated it. It unsettled you to no end that he’d never see you the way you seen him. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks. You shoot a smile his way. “That’s classified.” You roll your eyes. “Oh come on. Tell me, there’s gotta be a reason.” He smiles. “Okay. Why don’t you have a wife?” You ask, tilting your head and leaning back in your chair. He smiles. “I don’t like the games you’re playing.” He laughs. You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t have a wife because the one long term relationship I was in, ended pretty badly.” He says. “There, now you tell me.”

“I don’t like guys my age.” He looks confused for a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Guys my age are immature and stupid. I don’t like it.”

“So.. what? You think men in their 20’s have that figured out?”

“No.” He looks even more confused. “Men in their 30’s and 40’s might though.” His eyes widen. “I-“ he pauses for a second. “For your sake, I hope your dad never finds that information out.”

“Me too.” You laugh.

“You have to be careful, Y/N.” He looks down. “Older men.. they just wanna use you and take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

He freezes up. “How do you know that? Have you been with an older man before?” He sits up straight in his chair, a laugh spills it’s way from your mouth. “Relax, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He relaxes. “Wait.. anyone? Like ever? You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I went on one date. And it did not end well.”

He laughs. “Thank god. You’re still innocent.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea, Captain Price.” You smirk.

“I hope you never date anyone. Ever.” You tilt your head back with a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Cause the thought of you with another guy. Your age, older, or not. Makes me cringe.”

“Why? I’m not your daughter.”

“Yeah, but I was there with you. I pretty much raised you for two entire years cause you wouldn’t leave my house.” He laughs. “You offered.” You scoff. “I know. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Your parents were fighting a lot, I didn’t mind having you around.” He laughs. “I guess I just have such a pure image of you in my head that I hate the thought of some dumbass guy ruining it.”

“I want a family. So.. I hate to tarnish that little pure girl in your mind but I’ll have sex, get married, and have kids at some point.” He cringes as you say it. “Hopefully not in that order.” He laughs.

“Definitely in that order.”

“Ah god I don’t wanna think about that.” He scrunches his face up in disgust. “You’re still young, you have so much time to think about that bullshit. Enjoy it while you have it.” You sit up slightly in the stool you’d sat on. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t have sex?” You laugh. “Not in a long damn time, no.”

“Exactly, that constant need you feel? You aren’t the only one who feels that.” You laugh. “Here.” He slides his cup toward you. He’d filled it with Scotch at some point. “It helps take that feeling away. Just plug your nose.” You roll your eyes, tipping it back. Flinching much less than you had the night before. “You know my dad would be pissed if he found out you were letting me drink.”

“Yeah, but you’re a secretive little thing so I’m not too worried.” You smile.

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A few hours later, you’re sitting on the couch. He’s next to you trying to play a video game but it’s only pissing him off. You’re drunk, staring at the screen, laughing as he raged. “What the fuck is this? My teammates suck!” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? You sure it’s the teammates and not you?” You laugh.

“Ha Ha. I’m at the top of the scoreboard. And I have the best KD of everyone.” He rolls his eyes. You smirk. “I don’t like your attitude.” He sets the controller down. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Oh. Babygirl those are fighting words. You better quit while you’re ahead.”

“Make me.”

He stands up, “alright. But I warned you.” He smiles, an evil smile. He grasps your legs pulling you down, beginning to tickle at your sides. You squirm hard, laughter beginning to spill out of your lips. He leans down on top of you on the couch, straddling your hips to hold you down. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Say "I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” He smirks, sliding his tongue along his teeth. “I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” You cry it out as loud as you can. He draws his hands back, laughing as you came down. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

Once you had stilled, his smile falters and he’s looking down at you. His eyes flashing to your lips and than back to your eyes. He swallows hard. You can see it in his eyes he’s weighing out the pros and cons of kissing you. He shakes his head, sitting up and moving away from you. “There.” He smiles. “Now watch me kick some ass.” He picks up the controller and you sit up.

What was that?

You know now, he’s thought about it.

When he loses another round, he rage quits and sets the controller down.

He leans back onto the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Earlier.” He grasps your attention. “You said you went on a date and it didn’t end well, what happened?”

You look down. “Uh.. this guy was bugging me for a while to go out with him. Like.. following me around in school, following me to my car afterward. Constantly messaging me. So I finally gave in and he just said a bunch of gross shit to me.” You laugh awkwardly. “What did he say?” You look down. “He said um.. that.. oh god,” your face heats up and he can tell you’re getting embarrassed. “He said.. stuff about my body. Like.. maybe if I ate less my thighs wouldn’t be so big because he didn’t like it.” You take a deep breath, John raising his eyebrows. “I told him I wasn’t interested in having sex or anything like that because I was a virgin. And he told me ‘if he doesn’t put it all the way in, it doesn’t count’ and.. just always said stuff about stretch marks and stuff.” John shakes his head. “I see what you mean, about boys your age. Because everything he hates? I fuckin love. Thighs?” He rolls his eyes back with a groan. “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t listen to him.” You laugh. “I didn’t. I went on one “date” and that was it. Ignored him after that.” He smiles. “So.. you’ve.. never had sex. But. Have you ever been touched? Like at all?”

You shake your head, crimson creeping up onto your cheeks. He runs his fingers over his facial hair. “Have you ever wanted to?” He leans back into the couch, tapping on the beer bottle he had in his hand. “Of course I have.” You roll your eyes. “But.. I don’t even know how to do it myself.” You laugh. You're holding a beer bottle as well. Holding it between your thighs. “What do you mean, you don’t touch yourself?” You look down. “I.. have tried. It just.. doesn’t feel all that good I guess.”

He chews on his lip, creating an awkward silence for around a minute.

“I could show you, if you want.” He finally says it.

Your stomach falls. And you look up at him, those wide innocent eyes. And he knows he’s probably gonna regret this. You’re young and innocent and he was there when you were a kid. But again, you were 18, sexy. And you wanted him, he could tell.

“I.. I guess?” You say skeptically. You take in a sharp breath when he stands up. Is he joking? “C'mere.” He grasps your ankles, much like he had done when he was tickling you. He pulls you down onto the couch again. You set down the beer bottle and lay back. “Relax. I’ll stop if you want me to okay?”

You nod your head, staring up at him. That same sense of innocence in your eyes. He breathes out. “I shouldn’t do this, should I?” He breathes. “Probably not..” You trail off.

“I’m.. just showing you. Yeah?” You nod your head. "Nothing more." He says. "Yeah... Nothing more." you repeat, a little quieter than he had said.

You wanted him to touch you so badly you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. He loops his fingers over the waistband of your shorts, panties too. Pulling them down your legs. He swallows hard as he finally sees all of you. “Do.. you have any toys you like to use? Or have tried?”

You shake your head. “Have.. you ever.. had anything inside of you?”

Once again, shaking your head no. “Okay. Just relax for me?” He slides his hand up onto your thigh, moving it higher. His gentle touch on your skin has your cheeks heating up, your face feels like it’s on fire. Where his skin touches your own, burns. It’s almost too much to take. All of those years yearning for his touch, his attention. And you were finally getting it. He runs his finger up your slit and a gasp leaves your lips as he rests it on your clit, drawing small circles into it. You squirm immediately, and he smiles to himself. “You’ve not done much huh? So sensitive…” he breathes out.

There was this part of him that wanted to preserve your innocence. Wanted to pull away, apologize and walk away. And than, there was a devil on his shoulder chanting for him to go further. To take your virginity and fill you completely full of his cum right where you laid, to taint every last bit of innocence left inside of you. Leave you full and wanting more.

He wanted you to taste him on your tongue every time you thought about him. His bitterness. He had an internal debate as you squirmed at his touch. So sweet. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a lion, you didn’t see it. Didn’t know what he was capable of doing to you. He breathes out, trying to hold back. You didn’t know any of this, because he was gentle with you. Hid all of the evil parts about himself from you, especially the one that thought about burying his face between your thighs as soon as he seen you at the airport, all grown up. He lifts your leg up, moving himself closer between them. Resting it in his lap. He lets out a deep chuckle. “Just relax for me sweetheart. You’re too tense.” His voice is deep and it’s a voice you’d never heard from him before. “Just focus on what I’m doing to you okay?” You nod your head, staring down to where he was touching you.

You’re watching, lips parted. You’re completely mesmerized and you’re holding back. He doesn’t like that you’re holding back. He starts to rub faster, drawing pants from your lips. You’re getting wet, which is what he wants. “M’gonna try something, okay?” You nod your head. He slides his finger over your entrance, gathering your wetness on it. He starts drawing circles over your entrance, and you’re confused. It feels good but it’s not anything like him rubbing at your nub. A gasp leaves your lips as he presses it into you, and he could feel you stretching around his finger. Just one finger and you were this tight. You lift your hips into his touch, your eyes screwing shut. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Once he feels like you’re wet enough, he tries to slowly add a second finger but a hiss leaves your lips and you move back slightly. “Sorry love..” he chuckles. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“You’re so tight..” he breathes. His cock throbs uncomfortably against his jeans. He palms himself slightly when he knows you’re not looking. “Is.. is that bad?”

“No sweetheart. Well.. it just means. It’ll hurt more when you.. have sex for the first time.” He mumbles. “Because.. most likely. You’ll be dealing with something bigger than a couple fingers.” He pumps his finger a little faster. “Can you.. try to add another finger?” He bites his lip. Keeping his eyes from rolling back. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s okay.”

He slides his finger out of you, watching you blush as he puts them in his mouth to wet them down further with his saliva. You thought he was oblivious to the fact that he’d just tasted your arousal, but he wasn’t. You tasted sweet and he loved it. He wanted more. Wanted to bury his face into you until you screamed.

He slides the first finger inside of you and once he thought you were ready, he lined the second up. You grasp the hem of your own shirt tightly, closing your eyes. He goes as slow as he can, pushing his finger into you. Your body has so much resistance and he sees you flinch as he pushes it in further and further. When he finally reaches his knuckle, the tightness around his fingers has him so on edge he could barely take it. He wants to feel you clench this tight around his cock more than he could put into words. He draws it back, pushing it back inside of you until they moved comfortably. You unintentionally spread your legs further for him, and he grits his teeth. You were so comfortable with him touching you.

“John..” a whimper falls from your lips and his stomach falls, his cock throbbing hard. He wants to get up and yell, the feeling in his chest that he has is too much to bare. The way you moan his name makes him wanna climb on top of you and fuck you until you forget his name. He breathes out. Closing his eyes, still moving his fingers into you. “I want you to do it.” He draws his hand back. You look at him. “Here.” He grasps your hand. Moving it to your soaked opening, “try one finger,” you nod your head, swallowing hard as you tried to push it into yourself. Once you did, your body relaxes. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He smiles, watching the way you pumped your fingers fast into yourself. Struggling to hold back your moans. He could tell you were still desperate. His fingers were larger and he was better. So he moves your hand again, replacing your fingers with his own. Pumping them at a steady pace. Listening to the wet sounds his fingers moving inside of you made. The longer he did it, the louder you got. Moaning and whimpering his name. You looked down, beads of sweat forming in your face as you clutched the couch, trying desperately to hold still. “John-“ you gasp out. “It.. it feels weird.” You buck your hips into him, thighs clenching up tightly. “Relax, you’re getting close.” He sits up on his knees, moving himself between your legs. When he leans over you, you grasp his shirt with a death grip and he can't help but smile. “Look at me.” He leans down, holding himself up with one hand that was by your head, his other not stopping for even a second. He curls his finger up into your spongy spot, cries leaving your lips, tears streaming down your face at how overwhelmed you were because of him. He chuckles when he sees them. “So worked up..” he mumbles. He leans down, you silence yourself as you look him in the eyes, his lips only centimeters from your own. “Cum for me.” He whispers. “Give yourself to me, Y/N.” You bite your lip, he has you right on the edge.

He leans down, lips brushing against yours. He thinks about if he should do it or not, but it’s already past a simple kiss. So he leans into you, lips crushing against your own. Moving against each other in desperation and need. He pulls away when he feels your hips buck, pressing his forehead to yours, his cheek brushes against yours and he can feel your tears smearing onto his cheek. He wanted to hear that sweet cry you’re going to let out when he makes you cum.

“I- I-“ a mewl leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shirt tightly as you reach your high, eyes rolling back and clenching shut, gasps leaving your lips and your hips jerk as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb, pumping his fingers into you still. You squirm, grasping his hand and trying to stop him. He finally draws his hand away, webs of your wetness coat his fingers and you blush once more as he places them against his tongue, closing his lips around them and sucking them clean of your sweetness. He leans down again, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you with as much passion as he did before. When he pulls away a final time, his phone ringing brings him away from you. "Hold on." He sits up looking at it. "It's your dad, I gotta take this." He says, a little nervous as he answers the phone.

#captain john price #captain price #john price #john price x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #mw2 fanfic #mw2 smut

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lost-in-lamentation · 7 months

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prompt twenty and leviathan, please! 🧡

a/n: i thought of this scenario while i was on genshin and accidentally let all my chars die cause i scrambled to type it out lmao fly high chongyun

prompt #20: leviathan + “thank you.” “for what?” “for coming into my life.”

content: levi realises how much you’ve done for him all this time.

no warnings!

fluff. leviathan x gen!reader (you/your).

levi figures that there’s no harm skipping dinner for the 5th time in a row this week. after all, there’s raids he has to take care of, and a new banner on one of his favourite gacha games is dropping soon. he’ll have to grind for hours if he wants to guarantee the best results. it won’t matter to anyone if he’s not there today, the demon decides. he slips his headphones on, cracking his knuckles as he flops into the chair in front of his monitor. the hours tick by faster than he would have liked; before long, there’s a knock at the door, accompanied by a welcome voice.

“levi? you didn’t come down for dinner, are you okay?”

levi pulls one side of his headphones away from his ear. “just come in MC, i can’t pause my game here,” he calls out, skillfully controlling his character with only one hand on the keyboard.

the door clicks open softly, your figure slipping through with a bowl of food in hand. “is now a bad time? i can come back later-”

“no! no, just- one second-” levi fumbles on his words. within a minute, his character is standing under a victory banner, and levi is quick to slide his headphones down to his neck. “what is it?” when he turns around, he sees you brushing the thin layer of dust that has collected on some of his figurine shelves. his heart twists at the sight.

“dinner,” you repeat with a chuckle, searching around his room for the small foldable table. he hears you mutter a “found it”, and all he can do is watch as you bring it over to him. the table unfolds with ease, and you’re placing the food on it when you’ve determined it won’t collapse. “eat something before your next raid, okay?”

“r-right,” levi stutters out, surprised at all you were doing for him. “i don’t have any more for the next few hours, so i have some time,” he says softly, eyes following you around as you slowly tidy up the things that were cluttered on the floor.

“great, so start eating dinner!” you send him a smile, then turn back to cleaning the mess.

levi hums out an acknowledgement, tousling the food with the spoon you had provided before digging in. time begins to pass by again, a comfortable silence laying over the two of you as he finishes his dinner. when levi finishes, he places the bowl on the table with a low clink, shifting his gaze to find you watching the fish swim around in his aquarium. “

“oh, are you done?” you take the bowl away from his side before he responds. “you can’t keep missing dinner, levi. it’s not good for you. ah! i forgot to bring you water!”

levi waves his hands at you, his chest aching at how you were concerned for him. "MC, it’s okay, i have water here,” he assures you. “and uh… i won’t miss tomorrow. i promise.”

you smile at him again, and levi wonders how you haven’t become tired of him yet. “i’m gonna bring this back to the kitchen. do you need anything?” the avatar of envy shakes his head in return. “alright then. before i go, i wanted to ask. can i come back here later tonight?”

“what for?”

“i wanna hang out with you.” levi doesn’t know if his heart is in his throat or his stomach; he can only stare at you in disbelief at such a question. “i don’t hear a no, so i’ll be back later!”

before long, you’ve disappeared from his room, leaving levi to debate all the reasons why you might want to return. you’re gone for longer than levi expected you to be, but he wishes you left him more time to mentally prepare himself. when you walk back into his room, pyjamas on and blanket draped around your shoulders, levi feels heat spreading across his face.

“m-make yourself comfortable,” levi finally manages to say aloud.

“already am,” you say nonchalantly, shuffling over to sit in front of his bathtub and pulling a book out from behind your back. “don’t mind me, just play what you were going to.”

the pounding in levi’s chest echoes all the way up to his head. his mind swims through reality, and he briefly thinks that he’s imagined a new world for himself. but the way you wrap your blanket tight around yourself and giggle at a line from your novel makes levi think otherwise. he can barely focus on the game at hand, and eventually gives up altogether. out of frustration, he rubs his hands against his face, sighing into them before swivelling his chair around to face you. “MC, you can sit in the tub. o-only if you want to! it just, might be better for your back there.”

with a grin, you’re clambering over the side, sliding in to cushion yourself against his blankets. “maybe the bathtub isn’t so bad,” you giggle, burrowing yourself further in. “i like how it smells like the ocean here. it’s just like you.”

“h-huh?!” the demon jumps out of his seat. “don’t just say stuff like that!” a part of him wants to kick you out; to reject everything you’ve done for him, and to forget the feeling that you always stirred in his stomach. and yet, he can’t bear to see you go. you’re laughing now, and it draws him closer to you. his feet carry him to his bathtub, and he stops just at the edge so that he can crouch down and lock eyes with you.

you look directly at him, and levi wants to believe that there’s something other than friendship in your eyes. “sorry,” you say, rather non-apologetically. “you okay there?”

levi takes a breath for courage, then swallows the rest of his nerves. “MC, i…” he crosses his arms and leans them on the bathtub. “thank you.”

“...for what?”

“for- for taking care of me, and keeping me company. and also, for coming into my life.” the instant the words leave his mouth, levi feels both regret and relief flood into his veins, and he nearly crashes onto the floor.

you act quicker, hauling him into the bathtub next to you. he stiffens against your touch, but relaxes immediately when you pull him on top of you. you lean back against the side of the tub, guiding levi’s head to fall onto your shoulder. all embarrassment forgotten, levi feels the tension leave his body. “i’d do anything for you, levi.” your breath on his ear tickles, and he shudders at the sensation. “you’re more calm than usual, you know. did you stay up all night again?”

levi shrugs against you. “i don’t know how long i’ve been up for.”

“well, that explains it.”

he feels you smile against the crown of his head, and levi doesn’t want this moment to end. “MC?” your humming vibrates through both your chest and his. “please don’t leave.”

levi sighs contentedly as your arms wind around his waist, hugging him flush against yourself. “not in a million years.”

a/n: there are so many mistakes in here and it's kinda #cringe but i feel free

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

prompt list here.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me levi fluff #obey me levi #obey me levi x you #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc

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loveywon · 1 year

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are you planning to do enha soulmate dynamics? i saw ur jeongin one and i think it would be so cool with an enha member like hee or niki 😭

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♡𓂃 SO SERIOUS !

a/n: hiii i originally didn't have any other soulmate au's planned with enha but with my recent angst fic and part two coming up... i think we deserve some riki fluff hehe pairing: riki x gn!reader wc: 2k+ synopis: you and your soulmate have matching freckle spots, and unfortunately for you, you're not really fond of your soulmate. warnings: fluff!! angst if u squint reallll hard, college au, soulmate au, reader wears concealer, reader drinks (riki doesn't), alcohol mentions, jungwon and eunchae mentioned, not proofread

You know that Niki is your soulmate.

He doesn’t know it yet, and you’re unsure if you ever want him to know. It’s not like you disliked him, you didn’t even know enough about him to really dislike him, but there was always something off about the way he carried himself. Your friends always asked you why you had a distaste for him, and you could never answer it. You can’t point out why, you just feel it in your bones, and it’s the best answer you can provide.

You and Niki have mutual friends, and it’s the whole reason why you even know him in the first place. You briefly remember how you met him, but it really was all a blur if you were being honest, because you didn’t think it was a big deal meeting someone new. That is, until your friend spent the night one time at your dorm, pointing out the freckle that is under your eye, right beneath your pupil.

“Hey, since when did you ever have that freckle there?” Eunchae asked, her finger pointing at your eye as she laid on her stomach on top of your bed. You simply shrug, sitting in front of your mirror as you braid your hair into a loose braid so you can sleep.

“Since I was born, what are you talking about? And what’s the big deal about it?” You tie off your braid, getting on your bed with her and slapping your pillow for it to puff up for bed.

“What do you mean, what's the big deal? Riki has the same exact freckle under his eye! Oh my god, you guys are soulmates! Shut up!” Eunchae slapped your arm out of excitement, causing you to wince with a sharp “ow!” leaving your lips.

“Okay? And?” You grumbled, lifting the covers over you as you lay on your pillow, still facing Eunchae as she’s sitting up criss-crossed on your bed, too excited to lay back down.

Eunchae rolled her eyes at your nonchalance, “You should really get to know him. He’s not as bad as you think, I still don’t understand why you don’t like him.”

“I do not not like him!” You argue, “But he’s just…I don’t know. Can we not talk about him when I’m literally about to go to bed. You’re gonna make me dream of him and the last thing I need is him to appear in my dreams!” You huffed dramatically, turning over onto the other side so that your back is facing Eunchae.

She only sighed, getting under the covers with you and patting your shoulder to make you turn over again. “Did you already know?” She asked out of curiosity.

“No, and I kinda wish that I didn’t.”

You always wore concealer under your eyes as the bare minimum before leaving the house, only because your under eye bags were quite literally the bane of your existence. It’s not like you meant to also cover up your freckle at the same time, but there wasn’t much you could do and you didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

The next time you see Niki after that night with Eunchae, you do notice the freckle that’s underneath his eye, and you sigh exasperatedly in defeat. Your friends turn to you, giving you a weird look because you had just sighed out of nowhere, right upon seeing Niki walk up to your group.

It was pretty clear to all your friends that you weren’t fond of Niki, and you’re pretty sure that Niki is aware of it or that he is either just dense. You think it’s the second one.

You and your friends are all in a cafe, ordering drinks and chatting just to catch up after a week of painful classes. “Y/n-ah, are you going to the party tomorrow night?” Jungwon asks, head tilting to the side as he gives you a small smile. He’s always there to air out any weird tension between you and Niki whenever you two do interact (which is very rarely, but it happens from time to time).

You nod, returning his smile, “Of course! Where else would I be?” You laugh light-heartedly, taking a sip of your matcha. Jungwon claps his hands together excitedly, in which Eunchae giggles beside you. Niki then takes his seat next to Jungwon, sitting diagonally across from you, and he doesn't spare you a glance, but it’s not like you would have cared if he did.

This was one thing that you couldn’t explain to your friends why you didn’t like Niki. He always ignored your presence, you would claim, but you don’t notice the stolen glances he takes whenever he looks up at his phone, his ears perking up whenever your voice reaches him even though he looks distracted on his phone or in another conversation with someone. You don’t notice that he knows that you prefer cats over dogs, and that you want an orange tabby specifically, and he thinks an orange tabby fits you so well. You also don’t notice that he has adapted some of your talking mannerisms, but the only reason why you don’t notice is because he doesn’t really speak around you, but Jungwon knows. He’s picked up on Niki’s newly formed habits because of you, but chooses to stay silent because of what he’s aware of, you’re not fond of Niki, and he doesn’t have the heart to break it to him.

Niki originally wasn’t planning on going to the party, and he really is a party goer, but he wanted tomorrow night to be a little self-care night for himself. However, upon hearing that you’re also going to the party, his mind is immediately changed.

Five drinks in, and you’re already wobbling, leaning against Eunchae for support. “Y/n~ I don’t know if I can keep holding you up like this!” She complains, trying to straighten you up, an arm around your shoulder as she walks you to the couch.

You only groan in response, head rolling back as you stumble on your feet, “I don’t wanna sit,” you slur when Eunchae sits you down on the couch (more like throws, her arms were getting weak from holding you up all night).

“Okay, well that’s too bad, stay seated, okay? I’ll get you some water,” she says before running off into the kitchen.

You sigh, slouching on the comfy couch as you look around. The dance floor is in front of you, and you’re simply watching mindlessly at the crowd dancing like chickens. You laugh a little when you see someone almost trip.

“What’s so funny?” A voice perks up beside you, and you jump slightly, head turning in a dramatic manner, and unfortunately, you’re met with the sight of Niki.

“Nunna your business!” You huff, arms crossing against your chest, turning your entire body away from him.

“Okay, well, are you having fun at least?” He asks, head tilting a little to see your face, because you didn’t actually successfully turn away from him. Whether it was a subconscious move or a drunken mistake, you turn over to him again.

“Yeah,” you smile a little, but then your eyes drift over to his face once more and your smile drops into a deep frown when you see the freckle that’s placed so delicately underneath his eye. You feel a little guilty. Everyone should know who their soulmate is, and it’s something that many people anticipate and notice whenever they meet someone new. You think Niki deserves to know at least, and maybe you should treat him a little better because, as far as you know, you’ll be spending your life with him.

Upon seeing you frown, Niki feels a tug at his chest. He rests his cheek against his hand, “Why do you hate me?”

The heavy words of do you hate me almost makes you sober, and you sit up straighter, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “I… I don’t…” you stumble on your words, because how in the world are you supposed to answer such a loaded question?

“I know you don’t like me. I just wanna know what I did…” he said, eyes dropping down to his other hand that is playing with his rings, a nervous habit that you noticed on your second time meeting him.

You gaped. He knew this entire time? Now you feel really bad, because again, you never disliked him, you just got a weird vibe since the first time you two met, and you could never place it. “Sorry, I, um…” you again, stumble on your words. You’re too drunk for this, you think, even though you feel more sober than you did two minutes ago.

Niki’s lips curve into a frown, and you think it’s the first time he’s actually shown any form of emotion in front of you. You panic a little, because this is so out of the norm for you, and you wish you never came to the party in the first place.

“What…what made you think that I hate you?” You ask, avoiding his question. You didn’t think it was that obvious, in fact, you almost think that it was mutual because of the way he always pretended that you weren’t there whenever your friends would hang out.

“You never talk to me, and you always avoid looking at me. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ugly, am I? Actually, I kind of started to dress like you, so maybe you’d find me more attractive and talk to me…but I don’t know. Maybe I got it all wrong, sorry,” He starts to ramble, interrupting himself as he shakes his head.

You think the alcohol in your system has just flowed out of you, because what. “Did you just…” You’re at a loss for words, head still not wrapping around the fact that Niki basically confessed to you.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes quickly before you can get any more words out (not like you had any in the first place). “I know we live in a world of soulmates, and you don’t have one under your eye like me, I just thought, like, I don’t know, we could be a little blissfully ignorant for a bit, but you don’t like me, and that’s okay, you don’t have to, just thought that you should know…I’ll leave now.” He rambles, and you’re not listening to a single word that he’s saying because you feel painfully guilty for hiding your freckle for so long.

You quickly wipe the concealer under your eye, and Niki’s eyes widen in shock because he thinks you’re crying from what he said. “Wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry, are you okay? Sorry!” He doesn’t even know what he said to make you ‘cry’, but he still rushes to hold the sides of your arms. He’s never seen you cry before, so his first time seeing you cry being because of him makes him feel absolutely horrible.

You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? I’m not crying. Look.” You say, pointing your finger to the freckle that rests underneath your pupil, the same exact one that he has.

He looks at you confused before seeing his freckle on your own features, and he almost recoils from the shock. “W-wait what? You…you knew this whole time?” He asks, his own brows scrunching together as he tries to comprehend what’s happening.

You frown, “yeah… sorry. It’s not like I purposely meant to hide it…I just, I don’t know. Sorry. I don’t really know what to say…” you mumble, and Niki shakes his head in return.

“No, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry,” He says, offering you a reassuring smile, and he honestly could care less that you told him now instead of earlier, because now he gets to spend his life with you, living his dreams in real life. “But are you serious?” He asks, a little unsure. This all seemed too surreal.

You nod, and you reach for his hand that’s resting on your arm, bringing it up to your face. You swipe his thumb underneath your eye for him, the freckle not wiping off. He giggles cutely, and you forget about any bad feelings you had for him.

“I am so serious.”

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year

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Could do a part 2 of Wednesday Addams x blind! Sinclair reader

I want this story to follow into the series

I read what you said about making this into a series and I love the idea *I especially love the idea of Wednesday taking r to the raven dance and taking r on a date. maybe Tyler is trying to get Wednesday but r keeps getting the way and he takes r to Lauren gates and make her disappear and she sneakily leaves something of hers behind to give wednesday, yoko, and enid a clue that she in danger*

Lauren gates has her and force Wednesday to open crackstone tomb *she litterally would do it with no hesitantion because she doesn’t want risk r safety**

A/N: Definitely will make this into a series so this will be the last sneak peek you guys get before I start it (wanna finish the Killer in NYC series first😭) for now I hope you enjoy

3rd Person POV

You stood next to your sister as you went to wish her luck quickly being interrupted by her squealing as she ran up to her gloomy roommate.

"OH EM GEE! You look purrfect, now where are your whiskers?" Wednesdays dead eyed stare snapped to the werewolf.

"Ask again and you'll be down to 8 lives." The girl nodded still happy that she'd gotten the Wednesday Addams into the costume.

She watched as her eyes went to her sister who stood patiently wishing good luck to their fellow teammates.

Enid stepped back quietly letting the goth make her way to you, sensing the two of you may want some privacy.

She didn't know Wednesday well enough yet, her motives usually being whatever was in her best interest.

She didn't want you to unintentionally end up hurt and while she was still intimidated by the raven she refused to stand by and let her bring you any harm.

"Bellisima.” Your head turned up a small smile accompanied by your now usual blush. If not for the overwhelming amount of people surrounding you Wednesday would've smiled at the sight. It seemed you only blushed whenever she was in proximity. A foreign feeling grew in her stomach at the thought of her being the reason behind your involuntary reaction.

"Hi Wednesday I really can't thank you enough for helping Enid." The girl brushed it off something else bothering her entirely.

"You should find a seat soon." Her hand almost shooting forward protectively to guide you. She didn't like you being so close to the water, unsure if you knew how to swim.

"I will Yoko's just talking to Davina before the race." You paused biting your lip. "I got you something."

The goths eyebrows furrowed as she looked to see you holding out a small black bracelet. Upon closer inspection she found a charm dangling from it, carved in the shape of a wolf.

"It's my lucky bracelet." You spoke softly cheeks still burning. "I thought it might help but if you don't like it-"

Wednesday quickly placed it around her wrist as she cleared her throat.

"I will not need it but if it provides you comfort I will wear it during the race." Your lips spread into a small smile as Yoko interrupted.

"Time to go." The young vampire guided you to the stands as Enid made her way to their boat.

Trying to distract herself she went to wave at Ajax making Wednesday hiss.

"Focus."

She knew better than to say anything else as Wednesday sat in their boat.

Bianca looked over at their boat as anticipation of what was to come rose.

"Oh look the runt of the litter."

Wednesday gave the siren a dead stare.

"For the record I don't think I'm better than everyone. Just you."

The races were off as Wednesday guided the Black Cats through the water.

You sat at the edge of your seat as Yoko gave you a play by play of everything happening.

Cheering slightly when she'd announced her sisters team was neck and neck with Bianca's.

The crowd grew louder as the race was coming to an end but you didn't need to hear Yoko as Principal Weems announced the last teams standing. Yoko's hand grips your forearm as you hear her gasp, you hiss slightly at how tight she held you.

Her hand drops as she mutters an apology, relief flooding through her once she sees her girlfriend appear above the water. Then bouncing in excitement as Enid crosses the finish line with Wednesday.

"They did it!" She gives you a slight shove as you howl for your sister. More furs following your lead.

Enid shakes Wednesdays shoulders as her body literally vibrates from their victory.

"Admit it you totally got into the whole school spirit thing."

Wednesday looks over to a seething Bianca lips almost turning up in a small smirk.

"Well you didn't mention it was a dark vengeful spirit."

"It brings me great joy to see the Poe Cup trophy back in my old dormitory. Congratulations Ophelia Hall!"

You sat under the Edgar Allan Poe statue waiting for the ceremony to finish. You sensed another presence come up to you and heard a throat clear.

Wednesday alerting you of her presence before she went towards you.

"Mi amor, why are you sitting here alone?" As always your cheeks heat up at the sound of the girls voice.

"Enid wanted me to wait here so we could take pictures with the trophy for her blog. Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Wednesday sighed in irritation.

"Everyone keeps smiling at me. It's disturbing," she pauses. "And not in a good way."

You giggle slightly making Wednesdays dead heart almost beat.

"It's just some admiration and probably slight envy. It's not everyday the Bianca Barclay gets beaten."

Wednesday sat down next to you looking up and finding the same symbol from the picture Rowan had left for her before he died.

"Since I helped your sister win I suppose you'd like your bracelet back?" You shook your head.

"Consider it a gift, not only for helping her team but for winning." The pig tailed girl grew silent not used to being given gifts from people outside of her family. Especially gifts that weren't weapons.

"Y/n! Come on I got Yoko to be our photographer!" She began to drag you away from Wednesday, feeling her stare you waved shyly preparing for the thousands of pictures you were about to be part of.

Enid glanced at Wednesday eyes widening as she saw your bracelet sitting on her roommates wrist.

The same bracelet you stayed up for a week making to prove to your parents you could do things without their help.

She remembered the countless fights you'd had with her whenever you'd lost the piece of jewelry and thought she had stolen it. Seeing it on Wednesdays wrist not only surprised her but it also raised some concern.

She would need to talk with Yoko and soon.

You sat on your balcony practicing your violin when your sister ran into your room.

"Hey pup!" You couldn't see her forced smile and wide eyes looking around for Yoko but you did sense the slight impatience in her tone.

"Hey Yoko's out if you're looking for her." The older sibling held back a sigh, slightly feeling bad for not being very subtle. You listened as her footsteps came closer to you, her hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"What if I wanted to talk to you?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed her tone change to almost sympathetic. You put down your instrument and bow as you turned in her direction.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head in wonder. Biting her lip Enid took a moment to consider how to approach this, you'd never had a love life thanks to your parents and if she were being honest herself as well.

It wasn't that she didn't trust your judgement she just wanted to protect you and keep you from possibly feeling any heartbreak.

"Is there something going on-"

"Fucking Addams!" Yoko groaned walking in.

"Oh hey Enid."

The fur looked to Yoko confused.

"What did Wednesday do?" The fang shook her head.

"Just causing trouble as always." She quickly dismissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just wanted to see how Y/n was doing."

Enid spoke but made sure her facial expressions let Yoko know she had meant the opposite. The dark haired girl caught on nodding.

"By the way can you help me pick something out for Davina? Our anniversary's coming up."

"Sure!" The two quickly walked out as you went back to practicing.

Odd.

"Y/N." You felt your lips tug up into their usual smile around the usual gloomy girl. However, your smile slightly fell as you realized she'd call you by your name for once.

The pig tailed girl glanced over to her roommate noticing the way she was closely watching,

"Hi Wednesday."

"Principal Weems has requested that we play for the unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue." You frowned.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring-"

"It seems principal Weems has already taken care of it." You nod.

"Ok, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes."

You listened as her heavy boots left, Yoko coming up behind you after eavesdropping.

"Wow she really sucks at flirting."

You shrug as you tried to swallow down your disappointment. It wasn't the first time someone had suddenly changed their feelings towards you. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. You sucked in a deep breath before putting on a smile for your best friend.

"So where are we heading on this oh so joyous occasion?" Yoko stared for a moment seeing the slight droop in your shoulders and the way your smile felt too forced. She glanced over to the Addams girl jaw clenched.

"Pilgrim World." Bianca sang as she had made her way to the two of you, linking her arm with yours. Yoko glanced to see Wednesdays dead eyes glare at the siren. She held back a small smirk almost wanting to laugh. She caught the gaze of Enid who'd also seemed close to glaring at Wednesday until Bianca had stepped in.

You sat in your chair posture straight as you positioned your violin under your chin patiently waiting for Principal Weems speech to end the only indication that someone was with you was the smell of petrichor and a hint of vanilla.

Is that gasoline?

You began to play once you heard the cello begin it's piece. The music eliciting a smile from Principal Weems until a small explosion created panic.

Is this part of the ceremony?

You had heard the screams but Wednesdays playing of Fleetwood Mac had transitioned to Winter and you felt compelled to follow her lead. It wasn't until Enid had grabbed your arm that you had stopped.

"Come on!" She'd dragged you towards safety but Wednesdays playing never faltered.

Principal Weems glared at the teenager who's lips turned up in a smirk.

Enid growled in frustration as she tried to decide on which outfit to wear. Wednesday sighed in agitation as the girl would constantly ask which outfit was best.

"You're ambushing me Enid."

"I can't believe some psycho just blew up the statue, I didn't even get to do my dance." Wednesday glanced at Thing.

"You should leave or you'll be late."

The werewolf grabbed her coat. "Wish me luck"

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his."

Once she had left Wednesday returned to her novel only to be interrupted. Thing tapped the desk twice before pointing out the window. The soft sounds of violin playing in the distance. She had stepped outside listening as it seemed today you were in a more somber mood.

Tchaikovsky.

The goth played with the charm around her wrist as she looked into the night sky.

She'd had visions.

The first was of her ancestor Goody warning her the life of a raven was one of solitude.

The second was you .....covered in blood and howling in agony.

Both making it abundantly clear of one thing.

You were a distraction she couldn't afford to pay attention to.

Your playing had come to an end as you heaved out another disappointed sigh. You had hoped that your playing would prompt Wednesday to join you since you never got to finish earlier.

Yoko noticed your mood and tried to cheer you up.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" You shook your head going to lay down as you heard a yell in the distance.

Enid had scratched out the tires of the bus parked next to her. Ajax had never showed up, your violin already had her in a somber mood and the mixture of frustration towards the boy and disappointment in her roommate did not sit well with her. She knew how your mind worked. You thought that if Wednesday played it would mean she enjoyed your shared sessions. That she'd also looked forward to them and possibly want more time with you.

She watched as you had picked up your things fully intending to console you after her date.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stormed up to your dorm.

Further in the woods Sheriff Galpin found a mangled body and a camera full of pictures of the very creature that's been wreaking havoc in Jericho. His eyes flash in slight recognition as he fights a grimace looking dow to see he accidentally stepped into a pool of blood.

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inkblot22 · 3 months

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The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it,

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well.

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t.

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick. What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower.

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze, and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting.

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.”

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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successor | p.p.

summary: you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot.

lemme know ur thoughts

okay this one was okay kinda did it while i was supposed to be doing review packets for the midterms

word count: 1.4+ words-ish

it was never anything i'd ever though about.

fashion was a hobby and that was that. i'd take over my dad's place as ceo, straight out of high school, right after two years of shadowing, end of story.

no questions, no discussion. and that was fine, right? no biggie. it wasn't like i'd cared.

but, oh, that was then.

this is now.

midtown is a school for science and engineering, but this year our theme was "openmindedness". every senior year, which was mine this time, different schools from across the world came in to share about their school and provide information.

now, since this year was all about having an open-mind, they didn't just have stem-ly, ivy league, big brain/smart science schools come.

but they had other things, too. like fine arts.

including the fashion institute of technology, one of the best. and you know, just for fun, i applied as early action.

i didn't think i'd get in. but the fact that a staring at bold text that reads "congrats!", i stand corrected.

like, okay, wow, way to chuck that in my face and send me flying. plot twist in my life that is already enough of a dumpster fire; now i have to re-think my entire future because my heart is doing happy/uneasy flips in my stomach and i can't figure out if this is good or not?

god, i used to be so indecisive. now i don't know.

i may have contridicted myself here.

why don't i ever know anything? this is a re-occuring problem.

over the last year or so, i've been getting more serious about my future. y'know? like, this is happening. i'm adulting.

i don't want to be adulting.

because, damn, it's not hot. at all.

...whatsoever.

fashion, for so long, has been the thing that makes me happy. it's been the one constant in my life. i mean, 90% percent of the clothes in my closet were designed by yours truly.

and a career in that? that sounds like heaven, it's too good to be true.

but now i have a chance. this is my one-way ticket into this whole thing.

on the other hand... what would i tell my dad? i'm his only kid. who else would take of the stark thing? i'm supposed to be his successor.

but on the other, other hand, i don't want to be his successor. i want to be a designer. i can't do that from a fancy desk in a fancy tall buliding with fancy people who carry around fancy briefcases and make words longer by turning things like "because" into "the particular reason for the circumstance".

oh my word, i'm having a mid-life crisis at 17 years old.

no, no, no panicking. peter would know what to do. he always knows.

he's like yoda, but 17 and a spider.

y/n: help

y/n: i'm gonna die if you don't get here

arachnikid: what's wrong?

arachnikid: babe are you okay??

arachnikid: the dots went away

arachnikid: why did the dots go away???

arachnikid: don't move

arachnikid: oh my god oh my god oh my god

arachnikid: i'm coming i'll be right there

maybe it was sadistic slightly to watch peter panic like that, but part of it was amusing. in less then a minute, my window was pulled up and a huffing spider crawled into the room.

"hi, baby!" i chirped, letting him grab my face and examine me.

"i- you- what's wrong?" he panted.

"i need some of your old man wisdom."

peter was quiet for a moment, "huh?"

"i'm going through a mid-life crisis."

"wait, but- you're 17."

"yeah."

"jeez, you really scared me."

i shrugged, "yep. sorry 'bout that. that's on me."

"uh-huh," he glared at you, flopping down onto my beanbag and tossing his mask aside.

i paused, trying to figure out how to word this. finally, i settled on; "i don't want to be the ceo."

he was absolutely dumbfounded. and i didn't blame him. what sane person would want to pass this up?

so i tried again, walking over to my laptop. "uh, okay. you know how, like, all those colleges came to our school?"

"... yes?" peter said, not sure where this was going.

"and there was this really awesome fashion one, yeah, babe?"

"...yes? oh- oh my gosh. you wanna...? go there?"

i pulled up the acceptance letter. he gaped, "wow! you- you're in! why didn't you tell me? this is awesome!"

"you aren't mad?"

he furrowed his brows, "no. why?"

"because i'm wasting my life?"

"no, you're doing something you love. and that's worth everything. also, i kinda had a feeling this would happen." he strided over to my closet, pulling it open and gesturing to what was inside of it.

"do you even realize how good you are? because, angel, lemme tell you, you are amazing at this. it's freaking crazy. and the fact that you tailor most of you dad's suits? that says it all."

i blushed, but my short-lived happiness was quickly replaced by fear. "what about my dad? there's no way-"

"he wants you to be happy. this is your happy. he'd never take that away from you."

"really?"

"of course."

"but... who else would do it, then? i'm his only kid."

peter came over and briefly kissed my lips, "i'm sure he'll find someone."

i grinned; i'd already found one.

i inhaled rather dramatically as i stood in front of the big door. what was i even going to say?

oh, well, i'll cross that bridge when i get there.

okay, i'm kind of already at that bridge but it doesn't matter.

i only knocked once before entering, catching my dad tinkering out of the corner of my eye.

"heyyyy... dad, i- uh, whatcha working on?"

"hmm? oh, just upgrading this. i was gonna add some-"

"that's really cool. i have to tell you something."

he looked up, squinting at me, "i swear, if peter got you preg-"

"no! no, of course not! god, dad. we use protection, and i'm on the pill."

"wait, you've been having sex?"

"okay, i think we're getting off topic."

"from what?"

"the stark industries. i-"

"oh, yeah, i'm so glad you'll be working with me. like father, like daughter. too good."

"no- what? that's- that's not where i was going with this."

"then what?"

i sucked in a whole lot of air;

"igotacceptedintothecollegeofmydreams,well,it'sonlybeenmydreamfor,like,lessthanayear,butwhatever,andiwantotdofashionandnotthisstuff."

"um, slower maybe?"

i drew in a breath, "i don't want to work for the industries. i want to do fashion. and i got into this-"

"what? you don't want to be ceo?"

"yeah," looking down at my shoes, i felt shame creep up my neck. had i said the wrong thing? i should've kept my mouth shut. i just fucked this up.

i glanced up to see him press his lips together, and then lean against the table, folding his arms. my dad sighed, "well, i know that once you've set your mind to something, you're pretty stubborn about it, and i guess that may be on me," he added with a chuckle. "but is this something you're sure you want to do?"

"well, yeah. it's my iron man."

"okay, what?"

"sorry, bad comparison. i just meant that, well, this is what i love to do. it's my everything. you know that, right?"

"i had a feeling."

"you aren't mad?"

dad came over beside me, pecking my hairline. "'course not. i'm happy. happy that you told me, because now you won't be stuck doing something you don't like your whole life." he then ran a hand through his hair. "so what now? i gotta find someone else then. young, like you, i guess."

"can i help?"

"sure, i mean."

"cool. i picked one."

"already?"

"yeah."

"uh, background search? like all of that?"

"oh, i already know their background."

"yeah? who?"

"you know him. rather well, really."

"i do? jeez, just tell me, peanut."

"peter parker."

it was my 5th anniversary of my line, which, by the way, totally took everyone by storm. as far as i knew, everything was going great, and the bright dimond ring on my left hand told me just that.

stark industries was written off offically to peter, just last year. currently, they were working kind of side-by-side, and that would be until my dad retired.

i tied the bow on a small-ish white box, smiling to myself.

in it were two things, yet to be presented to my husband. a positive pregnacy test and a strip of paper that had multiple sonograms on it.

yeah, i was my dad's favorite girl.

but pete was his successor.

and y'know what?

i couldn't be happier about it.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman #fluff

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Hey bro, 21 year old guy. Pretty fit, not much muscle, nowhere near as much as I want. Kinda bored so why dont you spice things up by changing me anyway you like?

Anyway I like huh... well that certainly provides a lot of opportunities. I do have one idea in mind at the moment so let's go for that shall we?

You plop down onto your couch with a sigh. Another day another attempt at trying to bulk your body. Progress was slow but steady and you were content with it for the most part.... Still a part of you wanted to get bigger and that side wanted it NOW. As if the TV across from you heard your call it turned on right as a interesting commercial was starting immediately catching your attention.

Want to get jacked?

Want to get jacked quick?

Want to look like the korean beast you see flexing before you?

The man in the commercial flexed.

Then I've got the thing for you!

Beast Shades!

Look like a BEAST and BADASS to impress all your deniers!

Call now at 1-BEA-STSHADE to buy one today!

Disclaimer:Sideeffectsmightincludesleepinessdrowsinessturningintoakoreanmanandentirelifechangewearenotresponsibleforanythisinanycapacity

Beast Shades!

The commercial ended as your TV turned off once more.

"What was THAT?" You said out loud. That was probably the weirdest commercial you've ever witnessed in your life.

Even so, the words said by the commercial intrigued you. Jacked and Quick? That doesn't seem physically possible but how could the nice big korean man lie like that! That's what you reasoned anyway. With that in mind you decide to call the number. You click on the phone app on your phone and begin to type in the phone number. Despite the fact the number was 11 numbers you clicked the call button and it began to rang.

Ring.... Ring.... Ring...

"Hey Representative Soon speaking!" It was the same voice from the commercial.

"H-Hey... I watched your commercial. Think I can get those shades?" You politely tell this Representative Soon.

"Oh! Someone actually saw the commercial! Phew I was worried no one would! Sure I can! Just give me your address and I'll send 'em right away!" The man was beaming with charisma as he spoke

"Just my address? Don't I need to like buy it?"

"Nah man, consider it on the house!"

"Really? Thanks dude. Anyway my address is..."

You told the man your address and he thanked you for the information. After some pleasantries you told Representative Soon goodbye and sighed. You wondered how long they would take to arrive-

*DING DONG*

It was your doorbell. You wondered who it could be considering it was long after the usual dropoff time for deliveries. So you open the door to find no one there but a package with a logo. "Beast Shades" was plastered all over the box. Definitely the shades. How it got here was something you'd have to ask later but wow! You pick up the package and rush to open it on the nearest counter space you could find. You rip the box apart and there it was... The Beast Shades.

They seemed pretty inconspicuous when the commercial seemed to say they would make you jacked quick.

"Well only one way to find out..." You grab the shades and put them to your face. You just stood there expecting something to happen, but it felt like nothing would.

"That's really disappointing. And I had hopes too- AUGH MY HEAD!" A jolting pain hit your brain as you collapsed to the floor.

The shades continued to stick onto your body and even started to glow a radiant light. Your body was beginning to change.

First thing to change was your somewhat defined pecs as they got more plump and juicy and definitely bouncy. You'd bounce them if you weren't in pain or realized they even grew. Next up was stomach as your faint six-pack become MUCH more apparent like you did 100 ab workouts at once. Sweat was even starting to ooze out of them as evidenced by your wet shirt. The changes continued though as your arms and shoulders certainly got mass added to them. Biceps for days and veiny too! Shoulders large and towering. Your hands weren't too far behind in matching the size of your arms giving you sausage size fingers. Your back expanded, widening your entire figure for the better. The massive size that you were slowly becoming led your shirt to start get really tight. Very noticeable strains around the chest to emphasize their new size. It's a miracle your shirt wasn't dead.

Of course with a beefy upper half comes a beefy lower half. Your legs had some definition to them but there was definitely room for more and that room was taken up quick. Large beefy thighs and large feet that the manliest of shades could offer. You definitely looked like you worked out a TON and enjoyed it too with all that sweat all over your body from shoulder to feet. The changes were not done though nope not at all. Your neck got thicker as your adam's apple became much more pronounced to denote how much of a man you were. This would be a fitting place to end the changes but nah the shades had other plans. All at once your white skin started to get a lot more tan until it perfectly replicated typical Asian skin tones. The most important change was becoming evident as your face was beginning to morph and reshape itself into something befitting a korean man. Behind the shades your eyes become more narrow and lips slightly more pronounced. Any semblance of your original ethnicity erased as your hair was filled with gel and styled to a typical korean celebrity hairstyle. Your height increased by a couple inches as a finishing touch to the new you.

And with that... the transformation to your body was complete.

The shades stopped glowing and the aching pain in your head went away. You got up from the ground wondering what the hell just happened. Then you look down and see... pecs? You couldn't even see your feet anymore as your pecs were now hella plump. You stared in silence.

"안 돼요…" (No way...) You mutter in perfect korean. Unbeknownst to you you were never speaking English as your first language ever again.

The commercial wasn't lying. You were jacked! And fast no less. Sure you had to endure a pretty bad headache but this was so worth it! You started to flex and explore your new body in your house. As you continued you didn't even realize your house wasn't even your house anymore. It was a public restroom? You eventually stop flexing as much you didn't want to as you assessed the situation and find yourself staring at public mirror. You still had the shades on so you took them off to find a set of korean eyes staring right at you. Your eyes. This also allowed you to give a proper look at your new body and you look great! But... your clothes were a bit of a mess. Sweat all over and you swear your shorts were beginning to tear apart. Luckily for you, you witnessed in real-time your shirt beginning to get cleaned up of the sweat and it's color becoming a light brown peach color and a logo appearing right your right nipple would be. Your workout shorts quickly became khaki colored pants that weren't too tight to your body.

"와… 잠깐… 더 큰 디-" (Woah… Wait… Do i have bigger di-) You immediately open your pants and what do you know your package of yours is definitely bigger than you remember. You do a mental jump for joy.

Now that you're cleaned up you exit the bathroom you teleported to and it's revealed that was inside of a public restaurant. It was very noisy as conversations all in korean were being heard in your head. Despite not knowing any korean you understood it all. Some housewife drama, a love affair?, and romantic statements all in korean and yet you understood it all. You didn't seem too disturbed by this like you knew korean your whole life. Huh... whole life. Before you could hear any more a waitress comes up to you and starts talking to you.

"아, 순씨! 여기 있습니다! 당신의 테이블이 당신을 기다리고 있습니다!" (Ah, Mr. Soon! There you are! Your table is waiting for you!) You gave the waitress a weird look. Your last name wasn't Soon, but you might as well roll with it.

The waitress leads you to your table and you sit down. The waitress says she'll be right back and you're left to your devices. Speaking of devices... there's one on the table. It can't possibly be yours. You left your phone to charge last you remember. You open it to find a picture of the person you transformed into as the lock screen wallpaper.

It was a definitely showoffish picture for sure... and you loved it! You couldn't want to try all sorts of clothes in this new body of yours. That aside you wondered what this phone was doing here until the phone unlocked thanks to Face ID. You couldn't believe this was... your phone? You scrambled to open the camera app and yup you were still this massively large korean guy... with a baby face? Oh wait it's a filter. Still... something overcame you and before you even noticed it your massive meat mounts were bouncing. You were surprised you already knew how to bounce your pecs but you loved to watch them dance. You even played along with the babyface filter opening and closing your mouth making baby noises.

While you were demonstrating the ability to pec bounce you didn't even notice the assortment and bracelets and a watch wrap itself around your thick arms. You knew you had to stop bouncing but it was... so... addicting! The fun had to end though once the waitress returned. She was asking what you wanted to drink. You replied back with what felt right. It was something you've never tried before. You don't know why you chose it but it just felt perfect for you. The Waitress returned with the drink and you took one sip. It was heavenly! You politely drank the whole thing as fast as you could. With each sip you felt your body feel less and less foreign and more... yours. Especially thanks to glimpses of memories were filling your brain. Memories of you working out but instead of your old body it was this new body. Weird..

You eventually left the restaurant after a hearty meal. Thank god for cheat days you think to yourself. But now you were at a standstill on where to go. Your eyes showed you the massive landscape of a korean city. You were barely a korean man just a while ago how you were supposed to find anything-

The shades. You grab them from your pockets and put them on. Your confidence, charisma, cockiness rose exceptionally. You began to roam the streets saying hello to pretty much every person you came across. Some of the people's jaws dropped at your presence and lots of them were publicly swooning over you.

"이것이 삶이다!" (This is the life!) You say just quiet enough so no one will hear.

Even with this newfound attitude you were still pretty aimless on where to go until another memory hits you.

"내가 어떻게 잊었지?! 마이뉴텍이 만나서 인사드립니다!" (How did I forget?! My Newtech meet and greet!) You never heard of Newtech in your life and yet you had a meet and greet there? Weird...

You run as fast as you can letting your instincts tell you where the building is. Your pecs jiggling as you ran over to the building.

"순씨, 여기 있습니다. 우리는 당신이 성공할 수 없다고 거의 생각했습니다." (Mr. Soon, There you are. We almost thought you couldn't make it.) It was a Newtech Employee. They didn't look very pleased.

"죄송합니다 죄송합니다 팬분들과 이야기하다 들켜서 깜빡할 뻔 했습니다…" (Sorry Sorry, I got caught up talking to my fans I almost forgot…) You apologize profusely with multiple bows.

"괜찮아요. 제자리에 있으면 시작할 수 있습니다." (It's okay. Just get in place and we can start.) The employee didn't specify where "place" was but somehow you knew.

As you arrived you saw hundreds if not thousands of people screaming and shouting. They're all here to see... me? You thought. A different Newtech employee appeared with a microphone.

"자 여러분 어서오세요… 황철순!!!" (Alright everyone, welcome… Hwang Chul Soon!) The cheer roared.

That name... it sounded really familiar to you for some reason. Like it was yours... Anywho though the meet n greet started with a Q&A session and you started getting nervous. But with every question you were able to answer with confidence. In fact these answers felt natural like you didn't just make them up. As you answered more and more questions something in your brain changed. You felt like you WERE Hwang Chul Soon and not someone that became him. You tried to deny it at first but as the Q&A continued any semblance of your past life was gone with the wind and all that was left was the hulking beast of a man that you always were.

"그리고 이제 그 남자의 특별한 클로즈업을 위해!" (And now for a special close up of the man himself!) That was your cue!

You smiled and slowly walked up to the audience, bouncing your pecs with overflowing confidence and the shades front and center.

After the meet and greet it wasn't before long that you remembered where you lived and every day after that was natural. As natural as they can be when you're a bodybuilding celebrity with a bit of a wacky side! You couldn't help but use that baby filter again for a funny gif for your fans. You really got into the role of a innocent baby even putting your finger in your mouth as your pecs continued to bounce with your necklace.

As you said before...

(이것이 삶이다!) (This is the life!)

#male tf #reality change #muscle tf #muscle transformation #korean tf #asian tf #mind change

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