#their back. typing the whole thing by slamming their head repeatedly on the keyboard

[judeswhore]

somebody else; steve harrington

summary: steve isn’t happy that you’ve started seeing someone else but it takes a little bit of liquid courage before he’s falling through your bedroom window with a barrage of confessions

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: jealous steve! drunk steve!! this isn’t angsty enough i don’t think but idk how to write angst smh

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

"i'll pick you up at seven then?" andrew raised his eyebrows at you, expression hopeful as he leant against the front counter at family video, toying with the wire of the phone. without thinking, steve reached out and tugged it free, his stare blank and completely unamused. andrew shifted under his attention, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on you rather than the somewhat broody boy beside you, or the girl grinning like an idiot from the action isle.

"seven's good. you have my address right?"

"yeah, i got it off that sinclair kid."

"his name is lucas." steve grumbled, his words drawing a frown from you and a giggle from robin, poor andrew just looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. for the entire fifteen minutes that andrew had been in the store steve had been weird, rushing him when he was trying to find a movie, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous his new haircut was, telling him that he couldn't just stand and flirt with you because he was holding up customers. customers that didn't exist because the store was empty. you knew he didn't like andrew, he'd told you repeatedly since the first time you'd told him you were going on your first date, but his behaviour tonight had been weird and somewhat completely out of character for him.

"steve, don't you have tapes to rewind?" you sent him a warning look, one that he completely ignored as he pretended to type away on the computer, his finger repeatedly hitting the backspace key. "or maybe you could help robin put the returns back?"

"i'm logging the returns, she doesn't need me." you glared at the side of his head, annoyed that he couldn't give you just a moment alone with andrew. you had to spend countless hours watching and listening to a number of girls flirt with steve but you were never rude to them, not even the ones who glared daggers at you because of the way steve brushed his hand along your back to get passed.

your friendship with steve was complicated. it was more than just friends but you'd never reached a point where you could actually put a label on it, it was just occasional dates and secret kisses when robin wasn't looking. other things had happened, when you'd snuck him into your room after an extra long shift but you'd somehow never gotten out of that blurred space and you hated it. you wanted all or nothing and steve didn't seem interested in giving you all which is exactly why you'd out with andrew. he wanted to give you all.

with a sigh you made your way around the counter, settling your hand on andrew's arm to steer him towards the door, not at all wanting to say your goodbyes with steve throwing around his well practiced death looks. his skin was warm beneath your fingers and he smelt good and you told yourself that you didn't need steve harrington to be happy, andrew was nice and fun and he made his intentions clear from the very start.

"you've got food in your teeth by the way, johnson." steve called out, still aggressively jabbing his finger against the keyboard, his eyes settled on your hand curled lightly around the other boys bicep. you glared at him over your shoulder but once again he was oblivious.

"ignore him," you mumbled, pulling open the door, the jingle ringing through the store. "he's got a stick up his ass." steve watched you slam the door shut behind you and follow andrew to his car, the image of your hand on his arm burned behind his eyelids. he hated andrew johnson and he momentarily hated you for choosing him.

steve knew he wasn't the best at showing how he felt but he thought after how much time you'd spent together and how many hints he'd dropped that you understood. he thought all the dates and kisses and nights you’d spent together meant something but the way you’d so quickly fell into andrew’s arms had him second guessing everything and he hated it. he wanted to go back to when you would come to him every morning, press a kiss against his cheek before wrapping your arms around him, the two of you swaying slightly, still sleepy but needing that contact. he wanted to go back and not be an idiot, to tell you that he wanted you to be his. properly. not just in halves, he wanted you wholly and completely.

“did he have food in his teeth?” robin slid up beside steve, her gaze following his to watch you lean against andrew’s car, your head tilted back to grin at him. steve’s heart felt funny and he was sure he was going to be sick, nausea rolling over him in waves because you should be looking at him like that.

“he might have.”

“if you keep glaring at him like that you’re gonna pop a blood vessel, dingus.” robin gave a loud sigh and tugged the keyboard away from steve’s hands, concerned he’d already deleted today’s logs. “why didn’t you just tell her you were in love with her and then she wouldn’t be giving googly eyes to tom cruise wannabe.”

“i thought she knew.”

“you thought she knew? dude, seriously?”

“what?”

“you really are an idiot.” steve reached over to flick the centre of her forehead, not the least bit happy or in the mood for robin’s teasing. he was annoyed and upset and more jealous than he’d ever really felt and for one second he wished he was back in high school so he could go to a party and drink until he forgot what it was like to have you look at him the way you were looking at andrew. he finally tore his gaze from the window, blinking rapidly as he met robin’s sympathetic eyes.

“you wanna get drunk tonight?”

you were back home and in bed by 10pm that night, your date with andrew not exactly going as well as you would have liked. he'd spent the entire time you were supposed to be watching the movie talking about basketball and about how he wished you'd spend more time with him and his friends at school rather than with robin. that comment alone ruined your entire evening and the remainder of the movie and the drive home was spent in silence, you having to strategically dodge the kiss he tried to give you by pretending to sneeze.

you were half asleep when the first knock sounded against your window, the book you'd been reading balanced against your chest, head lolled to one side. mind still a little fogged from sleep, you ignored it, assuming you were either hearing things or the wind and rain were the cause behind it but then the window rattled and your heart plummeted. the lock was more than a little flimsy and one push would have it swinging open, your bedroom suddenly a free for all for whoever was on the other side. your parents were away, the house empty besides you and your room had nothing you could use to protect yourself with against an intruder.

scrambling from your bed you could make out the silhouette of a man on your tiny balcony, rain pouring in sheets around him as he repeatedly fumbled with the lock. you were still clutching your book, as if that could harm him, but it fell to the floor when your eyes adjusted to the light again and you realised the figure on your balcony was actually steve harrington. a startled "jesus christ" fell from your lips just as you reached the window and went to tug it open because steve had finally mastered the latch and with a light push came tumbling into your room, the sounds of his breathless giggles filling the previous silence.

"whoops, missed a step." he was completely soaked head to toe from the rain, hair matted to his forehead and neck and your mouth went slightly dry at the sight of his chest in the now see through white top he was wearing. your hand shot out to steady him, fingers slipping over his bare skin and it wasn't until he lifted his head and you finally got to see his face that you realised something was wrong.

his cheeks were splotchy and red, eyes too bright and glassy, gaze just a little unfocused when he looked at you. despite his previous giggles and the merry tone of his voice he looked sad, a strange look in his eyes that made your tummy flip. he'd never looked at you like that before, like you'd done something to hurt him, like you were the reason his usual charming smile was lost tonight.

"are you drunk, harrington?"

"i walked here." he muttered as if this was any sort of appropriate answer. his unsteady gaze wandered along your body, clad in only a pair of shorts and an over sized t-shirt which you were certain belonged to steve at one point, leaving you hot and bothered. goosebumps rose along your arms and legs under his stare and you felt the need to wrap a blanket around you, unsure why he was making your head swim so much.

"why? it's raining and you're soaked, you're gonna get sick, you idiot." your fingers slid down his arm so you could link them with his, his palm wet and cold against your own as you tugged lightly. "think i've got something you can change into." you tried to pull him towards your bathroom but he was rooted to the spot, head shaking when he untangled his fingers from yours. "steve-"

"i lost you, didn't i?"

"lost me? have you been smoking too? seriously, man, you're dripping all over my carpet, take your shoes off." but steve wasn't listening, he was still shaking his head, brows scrunched together, lips almost pouted. he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand, his chest heaving on a shaky breath.

"god, y/n, i don't think i can watch you be in love with somebody else." the words seemed to tear from his chest, ragged and harsh around the edges as if he'd been holding them in and he'd said them without meaning to. your hand dropped from his arm again, your own eyebrows drawing in to match his frown because you weren't quite sure what he was talking about. you weren't aware you were in love with someone and you also had no idea why steve would be so bothered even if you were. he was the one who'd pushed away any sort of relationship with you.

"what are you talking about?” you wrapped your arms around yourself, watching as steve dragged a hand through his hair. he blew a breath from his lips and slumped against your desk.

“i was an idiot, such a fucking idiot. i thought you knew how i felt so i never said it out loud but i should have, i should’ve told you months ago because now you’re in love with andrew and i’m still in love with you but i’ve messed up and i’ve lost you and fuck i don’t know what to do, y/n, i don’t-” he drew in another sharp breath, lips pressing together as yours fell open, surprise washing over you at the abrupt confession.

you were momentarily shocked and at a loss for words, unsure of what to say as you stared at the boy across from you. the boy you’d been sleeping with for weeks, who you thought only thought of you for sex but who apparently felt exactly the same way you did. steve had never made it clear that his feelings for you went beyond friendship, you’d practically tiptoed around the topic but here he was telling you he was still in love with you. you took a step towards him, unsure what to say but wanting, needing, to touch him but he started shaking his head again.

“god what am i doing?” he gave a humourless laugh, one that made your stomach sink and he looked so lost your heart ached for him. “you just came back from a fucking date and i’m climbing through your window like a tool and giving you some stupid sob story. i’m sorry, i just- i kept thinking about you and him and how i want that to be me but he probably already got you with his stupid hair and stupid car and that stupid fucking accent.”

“steve-" he was starting to ramble and you needed him to be quiet. you needed to tell him that what you felt for andrew was far from love, that your date had been awful because it wasn’t him, that he didn’t need to worry about you loving somebody else because no one would ever compare to steve harrington.

“i know you probably don’t want to hear it, i missed my shot and it was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done but i love you. i love you so much that sometimes i can’t breathe when you’re around, you make me forget my own name sometimes and i hate andrew for doing what i should have done but i hate myself more. because you’re a once in a lifetime kind of girl y/n, and i’m so fucking in love with you but i can’t watch you-”

steve’s words were cut off abruptly when your lips found his, his surprised gasp getting lost in your mouth. your fingers settled on either side of his face, gently cupping his jaw as you tilted his head further towards you. it had been weeks since you’d last kissed him but somehow it felt like your first kiss all over again, your tummy fluttering at the the familiar taste of him. it took him a few disoriented seconds before he realised what was happening and then his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you like he’d never get the chance again.

steve tugged you against him, his shirt sticking to yours and soaking it through but that didn’t matter when he was kissing you the way he was. it seemed as though ever unspoken word went into it, every “i love you” neither of you got to say. his fingers were slightly cold when they snuck beneath your shirt but you only pressed closer to him, sliding one hand around the back of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair at the very bottom. he made a low noise in the back of his throat, one that vibrated against your lips and for a second made you remember his previous confession.

“steve,” you breathed the words against his lips like a prayer and he swore he wanted to play the sound on a loop forever. you stroked your fingers along the base of his neck, pulling your lips away from him, fighting back a grin when he tried to chase your mouth with another kiss. “wait, just, wait.” he let you pull back enough to meet his gaze, eyes still glassy but a lot more focused. you surprised a shiver that tingled up your spine when he ran his hands along your back.

“i love you, too. i’m in love with you. like butterflies in my tummy, forgetting what day it is when you smile at me in love with you.” you ran your thumb over his cheek, catching a drop of rain that had dripped from his hair. he turned into your hand, lashes falling closed for a second as he took in a deep breath of air. “i know you said you should have told me how you felt but i should have told you too. i should have told you that i only agreed to go out with andrew because you didn’t seem like an option. i didn’t think you wanted me the way i wanted you and it hurt and the only way i could stop it from hurting was to fill your place. but it never worked because no one can ever fill your place, steve. no one is ever gonna make me feel like you do. andrew didn’t win me over, didn’t even come close and the date was awful because everything he did reminded me that he wasn’t you and that i wouldn’t truly be happy unless it was you asking me dumb questions every five seconds of the movie.”

steve was silent for a few seconds, eyes searching your face and then his lips tilted into that crooked grin that could make you do whatever he asked. despite the confident smile, his voice was soft and just a little bit shy when he spoke.

“you love me?”

“completely.”

“completely?” his smile grew when you nodded and he bumped his nose into yours, his lips pressing a messy kiss over your mouth that spread tingles all the way to your toes. he gave a little breathless laugh and then brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, an array of wet kisses falling on every inch of your face, from your nose to your forehead to your cheek and back again. “i’m sorry i took so long.”

“it’s okay, you have a lifetime to make up for it, harrington.” with that you lifted your mouth back to his and in the dark of your room, with the rain still pouring against the windows, you kissed him until your lips were bruised and his name was the only thought on your mind.

#joe keery #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot #stranger things imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

[coldflasher]

what i REALLY wanna know is why they DID use the rogues, but only in like. shitty in-universe tie-in novels written by people who could barely string a sentence together and apparently watched the show whilst blindfolded and wearing earmuffs 

#i read this truly AWFUL flash novel #it was SO BAD #i was like. there are at least 10 ppl on ao3 i could name off the top of my head who could have done a better job with their hands behind #their back. typing the whole thing by slamming their head repeatedly on the keyboard #and i was mad because the CONCEPT was actually pretty good #and we got a rogues subplot with hartley leading mardon and baez and biovolo #basically doing what i have REPEATEDLY said they should do: divide and conquer #because barry can't be in several places at once #well. he can. but not without consequences lmao #CONCEPTUALLY it fucked #however. the execution... #*voice of the lizard woman from sing as she pours a cup of tea* yes. that was very bad #the writers claimed to have seen the show. i do not believe them #NOBODY was in character #iris kept saying 'oh lord' every five seconds which. have those words EVER left her mouth??? #someone. got paid to write it #I would personally have paid them to backspace for several hours and delete the whole thing. it would have been a mercy killing #the only saving grace is that len wasn't in it so they didn't get to add insult to injury by butchering his characterization on top of #everyone else's #anyway i get that the lack of rogues was PROBABLY due to budgetary reasons but im still mad about it

[serenityseventeen]

Jun (문준휘):

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“Just for the Kisses”

synopsis: As a self-producing idol in a self-producing group, your group and SEVENTEEN, the group where your boyfriend, Jun, is from, decide to have a collab. This collab causes you to spend a lot of time with Woozi (Jihoon), the main producer of SEVENTEEN, which makes Jun jealous.

genre: idol!au

pairing: idol!jun x self-producing!idol!reader

a/n: My grandparents are coming back to live with us.. I'm a little scared but it's okay... + THIS GIF IS JUST SO CUTE I HAD TO ADD IT LIKE XIISODKAODN THAT LITTLE TOWEL ON HIS HEAD AND HIS LITTLE SMILE IS JUST SO CUTE FREAKING MOON JUNHUIIIIIII + wonhui...?

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Jun was in the studio beside yours, practicing piano.

Since the walls were soundproof, he couldn't hear anything other than the piano. Laid out in front of him, on the piano, was the sheet of music he was going to play for the collaboration stage.

Jun was practicing hard to distract himself from his jealousy, but his mind would always wander off and he'll press a wrong key. He kept thinking about how he wished he could be a good producer like Jihoon and compose songs, because then maybe he would be the one to see your focused eyes and tied-up hair, as ideas sprouted from your head.

Jun was so jealous of Jihoon.

He recalled when he was leaving the production studio seeing you hovered over Jihoon. Of course, he knew you were just leaning in to point out something or add more ideas to the new collab song, but he still felt the jealousy flow through his veins.

Jun turned around and glanced at the door, hoping that you would just burst into the room and ask him to help you and Jihoon produce. Of course, Jihoon would ask for everyone's opinion but Jun knew that he wouldn't be able to be that useful.

Frustrated and filled with jealousy, Jun looked up at the sheet of music again and began to play the piano. He played quickly and aggressively.

After he finished, Jun, embarrassed, began to play properly. He began to concentrate on the piece only to have his mind wander off again, bringing up the thought, ‘Y/N is going to have to be around Jihoon for a long time.’

Jun took his hands off the keyboard and laid back in his chair, his hands resting on his hips. He kept thinking back on it even though he didn't want to.

He scoffed.

“It's been a whole week!” He finally said to himself out of frustration.

He did his best to act like he was fine having his other half work with one of his members but he was slowly starting to lose patience. Jun was not usually the type to get jealous so this was a first-time thing. Perhaps, it was because you were around a man for long periods throughout many days.

Jun was also aware that making songs take a long process. It was just that to him, it felt like that one week was half a year.

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You and Jihoon bowed respectively to each other.

“Good work today,” You said to him. “I'll be back again tomorrow.”

Jihoon nodded and thanked you for your hard work.

You grabbed your sweater from the chair you were sitting on and bowed to Jihoon again before opening the door to leave.

After leaving you walked to the studio right next to the one you were just in with Jihoon.

You slowly opened the door and peeked inside. The sound of the piano filled the room, making it almost impossible to hear a door click open.

Suddenly, instead of finishing playing the piece, Jun slammed his hands on the keyboard.

You jumped, a bit surprised at your boyfriend's abrupt actions. Usually, when he gets frustrated from messing up, he just starts over, repeatedly until he gets it right, so to see him slam the keyboard was unusual.

Suddenly, he began to talk to himself.

“Tomorrow, I should just stay in the studio with them or something, bother them every half an hour-” Jun turned around to see you, holding in your laughter.

Jun had his arms crossed in the chair and an embarrassed smile formed on his face.

Both of you laughed.

“Did you hear that...?”

You nodded and went over to him, who was still sitting down. You pinched his soft cheeks and squished them, giving him a peck on his lips.

“Oh baby, were you jealous?” You asked, smiling uncontrollably.

Jun looked away but he was chuckling. “No, I was just- this- the thing is...”

“Why would you be jealous? Is it because I have to spend a lot of time with Jihoon?” You grabbed a chair and sat in front of him, your arms around his shoulders.

Jun just laughed. “Well, now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

“‘Now that I know’??? Don't tell me that you've been jealous ever since Jihoon and I began to work together.” Jun put his arms around your waist and turned to face you.

“Okay okay, can't you just like, kiss me on the cheek to make me feel better? I'm still really jealous.” Jun said, smiling like a mischievous little child.

You were doubting if he was still jealous but kissed him anyway. You pecked him on his cheek.

“One more, other side~” Jun said, smiling brightly now, as he turned his cheek to the right side.

You were really beginning to doubt if he was jealous.

You gave in anyway because he was smiling so cutely.

However, instead of letting you peck his cheek, Jun turned his head back and your lips landed on his lips.

His lips began to grow passionate as they combined with yours. He scooted his chair a little closer to you so that he could get a better grip of your waist.

After this kiss, you knew that he would probably say something like, “This is just in case I get jealous in the future.”

In which, you would hit him playfully.

After that, he would be grinning like a fool.

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Request:

-serenityseventeen

#seventeen kpop #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt kpop #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt fluff #준 #문준위 #seventeen jun #junhui seventeen #moon junhui #seventeen junhui #wen junhui #svt jun #jun seventeen #jun svt #jun imagines #wen junhui imagines #junhui #moon junhui imagines #wen junhui scenarios #jun x reader #junhui x reader #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop fluff #carat

[ryuu-to-sobakasu-hime]

Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 4

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 4: U

I went home and opened my MacBook. While shivering in the cold, I clicked on the link sent by Hiro-chan. The letter "U" slowly emerges on a pitch-black screen with a wave-like sound. ".......U?" My tattered face covered in vomit was illuminated by the light of the monitor. The invitation page will be launched and a message will be displayed.

[ "U" is another reality

"Az" is another you

Reality cannot be redone

But with "U" you can start over

Let's live another you

Let's start a new life

Let's change the world ]

I forgot about the cold and was looking forward to it. The smartphone placed next to it was linked and the app started automatically. A registration screen appears on my MacBook monitor. It says "NAME".

"Name...."

I hesitated. There was a feeling of resistance. However, contrary to my feelings, I reach out towards my keyboard.

"S" "u" "z" …….

I type in steadily.

"U".

At that moment, a strong anxiety arose. I impulsively press the delete key. I slammed the keys to erase it and closed my MacBook.

[............]

I curled up and sighed, shivering. "I'm next to Luka" I found Luka on the bench in the courtyard. The girls are gathering together and surrounding Luka-chan. The first grade is almost over, so it seemed like everyone was going to take a picture.

"Mr. Watanabe's Yokozaro"

"Eh~? No fair!"

"I like Luka-chan's soba." Ako was envious of the shining Luka-chan from behind the pillars of piloti. I was jealous of the girls who could be photographed with Luka.

"Mr. Watanabe, look over here. I'll take a picture," urged the girl who played the role of the camera, and Luka looked in front of her. Then she waved towards us as she suddenly noticed.

"Ah. Suzu-chan!"

"Eh?" Luca beckoned to me, who was scared.

"Suzu-chan is also included!"

The girls looked at me all at once. Why? Is written on the face. I'm in a hurry

I hid in a pillar, then I looked a little and turned my palm.

"No, no, I", but Luca continued to beckon me.

"It’ll be fast!” Later, the image was sent. A group photo of girls with cute V signs, centered on Luca. There is my face full of freckles mixed with it. The position just behind Luka. Like the spirit behind her, I have an awkward V sign. When I tried to register for "U" again, I was asked for a photo of my face. I don’t have a photo of my face. I don't bother to point the camera at myself.

So, I used the image at this time for registration.

Face recognition markers are displayed on everyone. Which one are you? I moved the cursor and selected the freckled face behind Luka.

The text "A / I automatically generates a new Az" appears. At the same time, there is an annotation, "What is Az?". << The name of the avatar in "U" and another you >>

Another you.

Soon, the rendered Az was displayed.

"That ...?" There was a terrifyingly beautiful Az, far from me. You can say it's just like Luka-chan, not me. "Luka-chan? Why ..."

AI was confused with Luca, who was right next to my image. If so, what an awkward artificial intelligence! While the difference must be corrected. I hit the back button repeatedly.

"No. Back, back. Cancel ...", but suddenly I stopped pressing the button. Red spot-like patterns were clearly drawn on both cheeks of the Az.

"Freckles ..." I put my hand on my cheek. Isn't it my freckles? "Maybe I .....?" I slowly typed in each character in the "NAME" field of the registration screen. This time it's not "Suzu".

"B" "e" “l” “l” “e”

"Bell" = “Suzu”

When I decide on the name "... Bell", the Az in front of me suddenly seems to be adorable. "Cancel" and "OK" buttons are displayed on the screen, prompting you to make a selection.

"What should I do..…"

To make this beauty Az me, I'm not courageous and I'm afraid. On the other hand, no matter how far she is from me in reality, I also think. Rather, it is the world of the Internet that is far away. There are many examples of flashy names and icons on SNS.

"U" is a virtual world and Az is a virtual personality. Privacy is strictly protected. It claims that anonymity is strictly guaranteed. Then no one should blame you. Then, at the next moment, I'm at a loss. In the first place, why did AI of "U" automatically generate such a beautiful Az for me? Is it just a coincidence created by uncertainty? Or is it deep inside my heart? Are you seeing through your true desires? Or ...

It's time to select "Cancel or OK".

A late-night study room with only desk lights. In front of the MacBook screen, I decided to take a slow breath and trim. --Now, let's live another you-in my head, the message of "U" was refrained. "Click" I clicked OK.

At that moment, as if you were preparing, the "U" app on your smartphone started automatically. You can hear the announcement of a calm tone voice.

"Please attach the device"

As per the instruction screen, take out the earphone type device from the case and take it out. I put it on my ear.

"I'm reading your biometric information ..."

The letter "U" on the device glows blue and shimmers. With just one vise, you can get all the information about human beings as living things. It seems that you can do it. And in a very short time. "Done," the announcement said. Then I continued as if I was checking.

"Start body sharing"

It sounds like something is spinning at high speed. Head circumference. There was a feeling that the surroundings were covered with dense air. It seems that it was brought about by the strong magnetic field developed by the device, and perhaps because of that, the hair lifts up softly as if it were in a weightless space.

"First, vision comes under control."

The feel of the magnetic field seemed to concentrate on the back of the head. I slowly open my eyes. "Ah!" A dazzling white light rushed into my eyes.

It's a cloth. White cloths that were more than 10 meters long overlapped, fluttering and fluttering in the wind. I looked at my body as if I were checking my body, and was shocked. My feet are floating in the air. The announcement echoes, as if it were an announcement from heaven.

"Other cognitive functions and deep limb sensations come under control."

What do you mean? There were no words in that unrealistic space. Sweat gushes from the whole body, and the heart beats.

"The feeling of physical independence and physical possession moves to your registered Az." Something slowly approaches from behind. Pink hair. It was the "shadow" of Az that I registered earlier. However, it’s face is flat and white like a plate with nothing on it.

[.........]

I'm just stunned. "Shadow" overlaps. The feeling that another body gets inside me is unpleasant. The shadow of Az was fine-tuned by moving the position back and forth so that it would be in focus, but it fits perfectly immediately. Immediately, the discomfort I had just disappeared somewhere. Beyond the fluttering white cloth, I saw a large white door. I reach out my hands as I slowly approach. The announcement announced. "Welcome to the world of 'U'"

I pressed my hands against the door and opened it vigorously. When I jumped out, I saw a group of skyscrapers that filled my view. "Ah!" On the bustling boulevard that intersects three-dimensionally, a large number of people, not humans, Az-- are floating in the air. Az that imitate animals, insects, marine life, vases and set squares, Az that imitate bicycles, half-beasts and goddesses that are likely to appear in fiction, Az that imitate warriors ... , Az in all kinds of shapes are flying around while chatting loudly. When I look up at the night sky, the lights of countless windows blink, not from the twinkling stars, but from the skyscrapers hanging upside down. Another reality. Another world. Is this "U"? Powder snow is dancing. It's a little chilly. When I opened my hands to take the powder snow in the palm of my hand, I saw a white arm and long, thin fingers in my eyes.

[...]

I was surprised at the difference in physical sensation and looked as if I was checking my body. Her slender body and long legs are wrapped in a white dress that looks like a newborn.

Is this me?

Let's live another you.

The message of "U" was refrained in my head.

[............]

There, I noticed multiple eyes and looked forward. Some Az in the crowd are looking at me. However, as soon as I glanced at it, I went there. You may be a little beautiful, but this is "U". To that extent, nothing is unusual here. That was convenient. No one cares. Then you might be able to do what you've always wanted to do. When I raise my face, I take a deep breath and try to speak out.

The voice was undeniably my own voice. It's much more relaxed than I expected. I tried humming so that the nasal cavity would resonate instead of stretching. Sounds smoother than I imagined. Is it conveniently corrected because the body is virtual? But I don't feel that the sound is far from my consciousness. Is it because the scanned biometric information is accurate? Anyway…

I can't believe it. "I could sing ...!"As the powder snow dances fantastically, my voice rebels against the skyscrapers. It is echoing. How many years has it been since you sung properly? It was irresistible that I could immediately make a voice as I imagined, even though there was a blank and I hadn't done any preparatory movements. It feels like I've got a lot of freedom, and at the same time I'm a little scared. How is biometric information transformed into this output? What is Az? Anyway,

"Oh, I finally sang ...!"

I was very happy about this. I decided to sit down and sing a song with the lyrics properly. Of course there is no accompaniment, but is it okay?

[ I want to see a world where such a small melody pierces through a happy song

I wake up every morning and look for a future without you

I don't want to imagine the unpleasant singing ]

The lyrics translated into various languages ​​around me. Many languages, it surrounds me as a belt. Gaelic, Thai, Persian ...

All languages ​​overlap. If a song is detected, will it be displayed automatically without any settings? In addition, the synthetic voice singing in some languages ​​sounds faint, although the types are limited. Maybe because of that, "Hmm ...?"

Az and others who should have ignored me, suddenly look back and look at me.

"Ah ...?" Many Az in the building area are standing in the air one after another. I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to check the condition of the technology called body sharing. However, it seems that more Az are gathering and listening than I expected. It's very embarrassing to think of myself as a street musician in a virtual world. However, it cannot be stopped on the way. Let's sing to the end, for myself. I continued thinking so.

[But I don't know the correct answer anymore.

It seems that it's going well except for me. Will it still come tomorrow?

Song, guide me, whatever happens, song, beside me, love, approach ]

From the Az who were listening, balloons displaying comments one after another appeared.

"What is this?" "Who is singing?" "Mysterious song"

At first, the content was cautious, as if watching the situation.

However, it gradually became less reluctant. For some reason, the only people who made comments such as "noisy", "strange songs", and "don't be pretentious" were Az with a cute appearance that I couldn't say such a thing. Wearing a frilly pink dress, a little animal, or a baby holding a teddy bear.

"Her looks aren't bad" "What's that freckled face (laughs)" Various tweets fly while singing. I do not mind. I'm singing for me. However, I was hurt by the words thrown at me. It ’s hard to say that only a small number of people will say

You can see it from here as well. hard. It may have appeared on the face. Furthermore, the words escalated. "I feel bad" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" I managed to finish singing before my feelings broke down. The noisy Az sighed and sighed, sighing and leaving. I had no choice but to see them off with disappointment,

"Belle"

Called my name, I looked up.

"……ah"

Something slipped in, "Eh? ... Ah," once I sprinkled the glittering scales, and once I went all the way down, it slowly stopped on my hand. It was a mysterious Az, like a white fairy, like an angel, like a clionidae. If you look closely, you can see that the body is transparent with the delicacy of warabi mochi. While swaying the wings of both hands, he said in a slightly traumatic tone.

"You are wonderful. You are beautiful."

That said, I felt saved.

"....... Fufufu. Thank you."

When I woke up, it was morning. Before I knew it, I was lying on my bed. Was last night a dream? It still has a fresh feeling. I looked at my smartphone to make sure. I have a profile page for Belle. It wasn't a dream. If you look under the bell icon, there is a column showing the number of followers.

《Belle: 0 followers》

That number is zero.

"There are no followers ....." I muttered while staring at the screen. "The world doesn't change anything." I didn't ask for it, but I felt a little disappointed.

When I thought, a beep sounded. The number of followers became "1" in front of me. That angel Az. A comment balloon appears. It was a blank space with nothing written on it. I laid down my smartphone, lay on my back on the bed, and remembered last night. There were many unplanned things. However, "But I finally sang ..." Above all, my heart was refreshed. The light of the winter morning looked dazzling. It's been a while since I've had such a refreshing feeling. Then there was a second follow-up notice. It was Hiro-chan. A cute bird-shaped Az with a round hat.

In the comment of "Re: I tried it for the first time"

<< This is Hiro. Belle is the best. I'll do anything >>

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

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[unlocktxt]

↬ prompt: #15 “walk out that door and we’re through.”, #27 “you should’ve loved me when you had the chance.” ✧˖°

one | two

member: yeonjun

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3k

warning: minor cussing, mentions hospital and passing out

it had been almost two years since you’ve last seen yeonjun. it had been a year since that first breath of fresh air. you were living a much better life and moved on... at least that’s what you initially thought.

you were working in your newly owned cafe that took a while for you to open... and used up all your savings. it was worth it though because you were living your dream and it was going well.

the fresh aroma of newly made coffee filled the air as the small quiet chatter decorated with keyboard types added to the modern cafe. you loved welcoming new people and having conversations with your regulars.

when the day wasn’t busy you’d sit down behind the counter reading a book, like you were now. it was a new hobby you picked up after watching people in your cafe read during a busy day. they just seemed so... peaceful. now you understood why. it sucked you into a whole new world.

you were so intrigued by the book that you nearly missed the small cough to get your attention. you must’ve missed the door opening.

when getting up off of the stool you set the hard book down on the counter. you grabbed some hand sanitizer at the front after fixing your hair and finally walked to the counter slowly before wearing a small genuine smile.

the first thing you happened to see was the blonde hair... the second being the face of your ex best friend that broke your heart. your heart could’ve given up on you right then, feeling it drop to your stomach before alerting you of life with continuous beating.

you made eye contact with the same coffee brown eyes that could warm anyone on the inside. everyone except you in this very moment.

“i- y/n?” he questioned as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. you were frozen in place, shocked at life trying to force you to face your past head on.

all he brought you was an empty feeling- a pit in your stomach. whether that be from nostalgia or a bad memory... you couldn’t tell.

“ah...” your smile was no longer genuine, kind of awkward as you looked down, “hi yeonjun.”

“right... sorry. i heard this was a new cafe that makes some killer coffee, so i wanted to stop by...”

he was rambling and you were zoning out. staring at your fingers that played with each other, staring at your brown apron that didn’t do a very good job at hiding you. unlike a year ago, you weren’t filled with anger that gave you confidence.

“um... how much will that be?” you were snapped back into reality, looking up at him with wide eyes. shit.

“sorry... could you repeat your order.” you laughed nervously as yeonjun softly smiled at you nodding politely.

he was acting completely different than the boy he used to be, but you couldn’t trust it.

“can i get a caramel-”

“macchiato.” you smiled typing it into the computer in front of you before realizing what you just did.

“you still remember.” he looked at you with big hopeful eyes that could lure you in at any given point.

“lucky guess,” you lied, “i like to connect with my customers.” you shrugged, watching the hope in his eyes only grow. maybe you shouldn’t of said that.

“that’ll be three dollars and sixty-four cents. are you paying with cash or card?” it was your basic line that everyone got, but it was different because you knew he would be paying with cash.

“cash...” he handed you the five dollar bill, “so when did you start working here?” he asked trying to start small talk- anything to get you to talk to him.

“i actually opened this place a month ago.” you explained while opening the cash register.

“keep the change.” he stopped to look at your hands, which stopped grabbing the change, before looking back up at you. “oh? it looks amazing.” he looked around, taking in the people around him and the plants that were scattered around. he took notice of the bar area that sat in front of the coffee machines.

“thank you. your coffee will be right out.” you let out a breath of fresh air when he walked away. you just wanted him gone as soon as possible.

you walked away from the counter to grab a cup before adding two pumps of caramel syrup. when you filled the ports filter with the powdered coffee you felt eyes on you, leading you to meet eyes with yeonjun who sat at the bar watching you peacefully. it was as if he was daydreaming and he happened to cause you to press down a little too hard on the coffee.

you ignored his watching eyes as you finished making his coffee, rolling your eyes as you added the caramel drizzle. you now regret not calling anyone into work today, but you were closing early today.

you were careful not to spill the hot cup of coffee when you walked over to yeonjun.

“thank you.” he smiled warmly before grabbing the coffee from you.

you were going to walk away after nodding until he called you back.

“yes yeonjun.” you seethed through a tight smile as you looked at him. now you were getting irritated.

“can we talk?” he asked with pleading eyes that stared into your soul. it could break you, but you wouldn’t let it.

“i’m working right now yeonjun. remember it’s called being professional.” you couldn’t help the attitude that escaped you. he hurt you and it wasn’t that easy, but the way shoulders dropped as his eyes stared at you in longing still made your heart sink.

he was quiet after that, finishing up his coffee before leaving you to read your book. even when he left you couldn’t focus on the words that were spread across the pages.

it was finally six in the afternoon and the cafe was empty, only occupied with you. it was already getting dark out, so you hurriedly closed up the shop- not forgetting to grab your beige coat.

you closed the door behind you, finally locking the door. you looked up at the small lights in the sky, reminding you to take some time to appreciate the night sky.

it was chilly out, so you didn’t have time to sit and look at the stars this night.

“it’s cold out. take my jacket.” you jumped away from yeonjun’s sudden voice. he was leaning against the building while holding out his jacket.

you stared at the jacket. even though you were cold you would never give him the satisfaction of helping you out. not again.

“i have my coat on. how long were you out here?” you watched with cautious eyes as he threw the jacket on once more. he was looking at you with a serious look.

“now can we talk?” he asked with his pleading eyes that shone in the moonlight. how could the moon be on his side?

you sighed, you already knew your answer, but despite what he did you still cared. “i don’t know yeonjun... it’s cold out and i need to get home.” you could tell he just wanted a chance, but you knew better. you don’t know if you were strong enough to look him in the eye and leave him again.

“please y/n... i can drive you home.” he reached out for your hands, but stopped before looking at you hesitantly. you backed up a bit.

“i’m sorry yeonjun... i drove here myself. have a good week.” you turned around only to be stopped by his words.

“just... let me walk you to your car.” his voice had lost all of its hope. you just hoped he wouldn’t talk to you on the way to your car.

you sighed before nodding. you didn’t wait for a reply before walking to your car. it was a short walk, but yeonjun had been quiet the whole way. you weren’t used to his silence, but then again you haven’t seen him in a year.

he stood beside your car while you hopped in, ready to leave him behind. when you turned your keys and your car made a funny sound you couldn’t help but cry to the sky. why me? why now? you had tried to start your car repeatedly to no avail.

“i... i can take you home.” yeonjun offered in a quiet voice as he watched you take out your frustrations on your car.

you huffed. “fine...” you stepped out of your car, slamming the door to try and tell your car to get its shit together.

yeonjun had to bite his lip to hold back his victory smile. oh his luck, but he knew that luck wasn’t enough to get you back in his life.

he led you over to his tesla that caused you to roll your eyes. you really had no reason to roll them other than you “hated” him and he was rich.

his car heated up quickly, so you were able to take your coat off and relax despite the tense air that you probably created. he was quiet as he drove away from the parking lot- causing you to groan. anything was better than this silence.

“what did you want to talk about?” you asked looking out the window at the street lights and people roaming around the city streets. from your peripheral vision you could see yeonjun quickly turn his head to look at you and then back at what was ahead of him.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry for what i did.” he licked his lips- a nervous habit of his that you picked up on years ago.

“thank you for your apology, but i can’t trust it.” in an attempt to stay strong you didn’t look at him... even if it was the one thing you wanted to hear from him.

“i know and you have every reason not to trust me, but i’d like to prove it to you.” he gripped the steering wheel tighter trying to keep his courage.

“i don’t know about that yeonjun...” you sat still, but you couldn’t help shifting your feet.

“y/n please look at me. just one more chance. i’ve changed... i’ll prove it to you.” he was waiting for you to look at him. he knew your weakness with him and he was using it against you. despite knowing this you looked at him.

his eyes were glistening from the tears forming in his eyes. it caused your heart to clench because you rarely ever saw him cry. thinking that you were the cause of it... you don’t really know how you felt. you’ve waited for this moment, but why couldn’t you tell him to go fuck himself?

you took a deep breath knowing you would regret this, “okay. one more chance and just friends.” yeonjun’s shoulders relaxed immediately, staring back at the road.

“thank you.” he wore a soft smile... almost like the yeonjun that you became friends with in the first place.

you awoke to your door ringing. you didn’t have to work today, so you were looking forward to the day. instead of letting yesterday ruin your day today, you decided to avoid the topic as a whole.

when you opened your door though, you had to face it head on. yeonjun stood at your door in a hoodie and sweats with red carnations in his hand. the flowers looked lovely, but they confused you.

“sorry... is this too much?” he smiled with a nervous look on his face. at least he was trying.

“just a little... but it’s a nice gesture.” you took the flowers from him and invited him inside.

“sorry i actually have something to do today, but i wanted to say hi.” you didn’t even have time to say goodbye before he was out the door. it was odd, but you didn’t mind it. you had other things on your mind.

the red flowers looked nice in the vase, but you resisted the urge to feel any certain way from his gesture.

you were waiting on your couch for your crush to come and watch a movie with you. you had cooked popcorn and baked some cookies for tonight, so you definitely were prepared.

the blankets were nicely placed on the couch and you wanted to let him pick out the movie. the two of you had been on plenty of dates, but never made it official... you were hoping today was the day.

when the doorbell rang you jumped up from your couch and scurried your way over to your door. when you opened it you were met with his charming smile to which you returned.

“soobin! here come in! it’s getting chilly.” you step aside for the tall boy who dressed comfortably for today. despite his lazy clothes he looked even more amazing and you wished you could call him yours.

when he walked in he took note of the flowers that he didn’t bring you on the counter. you noticed his eyes, so you laughed.

“don’t worry about those. they’re from an old friend.” you grabbed his hand to reassure him and lead him to the couch. he smiled, trusting you and letting you lead him to the couch.

“so what are we watching?” he asked you while wrapping his arm around you. he was warm and similar to a teddy bear.

“that is actually for you to decide.” you handed him the remote, which caused him to evilly grin as he skipped right past the horror movies. you were slightly grateful that he was a scaredy cat.

after scrolling through many many movies, the two of you were now watching lady and the tramp. any chance you got the two of you would point of your favorite parts, including the siamese cats that had you laughing on soobin’s chest.

“hey y/n...” you hummed at his melodic voice.

“i really-” he stopped as your phone vibrated on the table. an old picture of yeonjun showed up with his name causing soobin to look at you questionably. the two of you started out as friends, so he knew what had happened.

you hung up the phone almost immediately before urging soobin to continue, however, the phone vibrated once more. you apologized to soobin before picking up the phone as he looked at you in disapproval.

“y/n i need you... my mom’s in the hospital and i don’t know what to do.” your heart dropped to your stomach as your eyes widened. you looked at soobin before getting up.

“okay yeonjun i’ll be right there just send me the hospital.” you hung up before looking at soobin apologetically.

“i’m so sorry soobin, but i really have to go.” you were still in your pajamas from this date, but you didn’t want to waste any time so you only grabbed a coat.

“i see... you’re with yeonjun again.” soobin looked down at the ground. “you know he’s not good for you.” soobin looked back at you in disappointment, but it was obvious he was hurt.

“it’s not like that. i really have to go. i’ll call you later.” you opened the door, letting soobin let himself out later.

“walk out that door and we’re through.” soobin hated to do this to you, but he didn’t want to see you hurt again. he wanted to be the one that you would drop everything for.

“soobin... i really can’t do this right now.” you walked out the door with a feeling all to familiar. despite feeling guilty for leaving soobin like that... you still cared for yeonjun. he was your friend for years.

you rushed inside the hospital, immediately spotting yeonjun’s blonde hair. as soon as he saw you- you pulled him in for a hug. he held you right and you held him even tighter.

his eyes were red so you rubbed his back to provide some type of comfort before the two of you sat down.

“what happened yeonjun?” you asked while holding his hands. you were looking into his glazed eyes that looked frantic.

“i don’t know... i found her passed out on the floor.” you squeezed his hands trying to reassure him that things would be fine.

it wasn’t long before the nurse called for yeonjun and you were stuck in the waiting room alone. taking this time alone, you tried to call soobin, but he didn’t pick up. you would’ve been worried if yeonjun didn’t distract you almost immediately from his quick return.

he had still been crying, but he had a smile on.

“she’s going to be okay.” he choked out sobs as he looked at you shaking. it was in this moment that you realized you still loved him. it was this moment that you realized that you would drop everything for him... including your heart.

“that’s a relief.” you smiled lovingly at his red face.

“y/n... you came here for me.” he brought it to your attention, but you already knew why. the fear set in quickly.

“i-”

“i think i’m in love with you y/n” his words covered your body in ice. you were frozen. the words that you wanted to hear years ago...

“you should’ve loved me when you had the chance.” you sighed before shaking your head. “that’s what i planned on telling you for months, but i’ve realized that... i’m still in love with you.”

yeonjun’s face lit up. he wasn’t expecting something like this, especially given the circumstances, but he was just glad that you still loved him. he didn’t miss his chance.

“however... i don’t know for sure if you’ve changed.” you fiddled with your hands trying to knock some sense into yourself.

“that’s okay... all i need is some time.” he grabbed your hands once more before looking in your eyes. his eyes were still red, but they were determined.

perhaps you would let this man drive you to hell and back.

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[eboyhitoshi]

hitoshi’s s/o being busy with work or smth while poor bby boi tries to get their attention by pawing at them, calling them pet names, generally being wHINY until their s/o finally turns to them sfw or nsfw is up to you but no one ever said no to extra content from our beloved writer( you )😉 -🥀

Hehehehe I chose nsfw for this one because I got an idea for it when I read this ask. Also awe I’m beloved 🥺 y’all are too good to me

Attention // Hitoshi Shinsou

Master List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, aged up characters, female genitalia

Summary: You won’t give Shinsou your attention so he decides to get it another way

Rating: Smut

Pairing: Shinsou x reader

“Babe” Hitoshi’s voice called through the small house you two shared. Your fingers kept typing mindlessly across your keyboard, only giving him a quiet hum in response. “What’re you doing?” He asked, stepping into the spare bedroom where you kept most of your at home office things.

“Finishing up some charts for work” you replied. Being a doctor was not exactly the glamorous lifestyle your parents made it out to be. It came with much more work than expected.

“Seriously, you couldn’t have your nurses do it?” He grumbled, flopping down onto the queen bed behind you. You shrugged, not taking your eyes off the screen to look at him. His eyes stared at you while you shuffled through a stack of papers by your side then went back to typing away.

A frown covered his face. He finally had a day of and now his fiancée had to work? It didn’t seem fair to him. He understood the work you did was important because he knows his job is as well, but he wants to spend time with you right now instead of you having to work. Especially since he finally had a whole day to do it.

“I didn’t want to add to their workload, they have a lot going on ‘Toshi” you replied tiredly, your eyes slightly stinging from staring at a screen for so long. You heard the bed squeak behind you and the next thing you knew Hitoshi was standing next to you.

“So do you, can’t you take a break for a little while?” He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders softly. They squeezed and massaged your shoulders softly, relaxing your tense form slightly.

“I’m almost finished, after that I’m all yours” you answered him. That wasn’t good enough for him. He took a glance over your attire of his large tee shirt and from what he could see nothing else, but he couldn’t see what’s hiding under the shirt. He decided to take he chances sitting down next to your chair.

“But I miss you kitten” he whined quietly, leaning over and placing his head on your bare leg. You gave his head two soft pats before your hand left to go back to finishing up your work.

“I miss you too baby, but I’ve gotta finish this” you laughed lightly at his cute demeanor. A soft grunt left his mouth as he sat back up. He turned and sat his chin on your thigh, staring up from there for a minute.

“Come on Princess, can’t you just finish it later?” He asked, drawing little circles on your leg with his fingertip. When he saw he wasn’t going to get your attention by being cute, he went to plan B.

Sneakily, Hitoshi slid under your desk, but you were to preoccupied to notice him anyway. His large hands ran up and down the tops of your thighs slowly, his short nails raking across them in a way that made you shiver. His hands stopped at your knees, where he easily pushed your legs open. You eyed him suspiciously but decided to ignore him. It wasn’t until his lips started traveling up your inner thigh that your head snapped down at him.

“Hitoshi, what are you doing?” He drummed his fingers softly against on of your legs as he started to nibble and suck in the inner part of the other. A small whimper involuntarily left your lips as he kept up his actions. “Babe stop it”

“You want me to stop?” He drawled teasingly, finally pulling away when a significant purple bruise dotted the supple flesh of your leg. He slowly lifted a little bit of the shirt you were wearing up to see nothing but a pair of thin panties underneath. A small wet dot was slowly spreading across them. “Because it doesn’t really look like it” he smirked up at you. His middle finger hooked onto the fabric and pushed it to the side softly. That same finger then slowly moved over, rubbing up and down your slit painfully slowly. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked again.

You shook your head in response, moving your hips in an effort for him to stop teasing. His free arm came up and held your hips in place. He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. Your hips bucked slightly, desperate for more friction.

“Ah ah ah” he tutted, using both of his hands to hold your hips down. “You’re working, remember?” He asked teasingly. You opened your mouth to answer him but all that came out was a soft moan as his lips instantly attached to your needy core.

He sucked on the bundle of nerves, circling his tongue around it as he gripped onto your thighs. You couldn’t help but shut your eyes and let your head fall backwards comfortably. His tongue worked wonders on your clit. His middle finger sneakily slid inside of you, immediately starting to pump in and out of you at a slow pace.

Once he knew you were good and ready he slipped another finger in, stretching you out comfortably. A moan left your throat as he curled his fingers against your velvety walls. He glanced up, seeing your current state he immediately detached his mouth from your lower half.

“I don’t see you doing much work kitten, I thought you were too busy to pay attention to me” he drawled slowly as he scissored his two fingers inside you. Your back arched in pleasure as he kept the motions going.

“N-never too busy for you Hitoshi” you breathed out, the sound hitching in your throat as he slipped a third finger inside of you. His open hand slid under your shirt reaching for your bra covered breasts. He grumbled upon finding the extra fabric over your supple flesh.

“Then you’re not too busy to repay me for ignoring me?” He stated, moving out from under the desk to stand to his feet. His hand left your heat, leaving you feeling empty, but needier than ever. You nodded eagerly, feeling slightly bad about ignoring but excited for what he had in store. “Good” he stated, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth slightly with his clean hand. He placed the three fingers that had been inside of you earlier in your mouth, making you taste your own essence. You slowly sucked yourself off his fingers, glancing up at him with doe eyes while doing so. “Fuck” he breathed out, pulling his hand away from your mouth and placing his lips on yours roughly.

You kissed him back feverishly, standing up to your feet. “Should we got back to our bedroom?” You asked pulling back from him, drawing a line down his chest with your pointer finger.

“No” he replied, pulling your shirt over your head. “Take the rest of that off” he demanded, pulling off his own shirt right after saying so. You stripped down until you were bare, Hitoshi’s abs right above the growing bulge in his joggers now on full display all for you made you want to jump his bones. But instead you dropped to your knees, running your hands up the front of his legs from his ankles all the way to his waistband.

“It doesn’t seem fair that you’re wearing all these clothes and I’m wearing nothing” you commented, gripping into the waistband of both his pants and his boxers.

“Then change that baby girl” he challenged. You smirked, pulling them down at the same time. His hardening cock popped out, ready for some attention. Your pussy throbbed at the sight, getting excited at just the though of him inside you.

Your hands grabbed onto the base of his cock, tugging it slightly to get it the rest of the way hard. After a few seconds, he was standing at his full seven and a half inches, with a good girth. You licked your lips excitedly, leaning in and giving the head of his dick a soft kiss and a kitten lick across the slit. He let out a breath of pleasure, hand coming down to your head to give a slight nudge to give him more.

You gave him what he wanted, slowly lowering your mouth onto his length. He let out a ragged breath as you started bobbing your head along him slowly. “Shit Kitten” he moaned when your pace picked up. His fingers laced through your hair and latched on, guiding your head along him at a slightly tougher pace. “You can take more than that babe” he thrusted his hips, pushing himself father into your mouth. You felt the tip of his cock his the back of your throat, causing tears to prick at your eyes. You looked up at him through your lashes and his breath hitched slightly. “You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock”

You hollowed you’re cheeks as he took over a little more and started face fucking you. He let out a loud groan, tossing his head back when your hand came up to touch his balls. His grip on your hair got a little tighter as his hips snapped a little harder, pushing his length as far as it’d go in your mouth. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat and soon you felt a falter in one of his thrusts. He pulled your head off of him with a ‘pop’ as he looked down at you.

“I’d rather come in your pussy than in your mouth” he stated, helping you up to your feet only to push you onto all fours on the bed. You felt the bed dip behind you as Hitoshi climbed behind your hips. The tip of his cock ran up and down your fold teasingly. He kept on doing this until you started pushing your hips back into him in an attempt for him to just fuck you finally. “Oh did you want something Babygirl?” You nodded, gridding your hips back against him. “You’re gonna have to tell me because I don’t know what it is you’re wanting” he teased, bringing a hand down to circle your clit as he awaited your answer.

“I want you to just fuck me already” you managed to squeak out before a moan came out of your mouth. Before you knew it, Hitoshi slammed his whole length into your roughly. A loud yelp of pleasure escaped your lips as you tossed your head back. You could feel every inch of him inside of you as he stretched you out deliciously.

He immediately set himself at a slow pace to give you a minute to get used to him again, before roughly snapping his hips to meet yours. Your body shivered from the already amazing pleasure he was giving you. He kept up with his slow, hard thrusts for a few seconds before he sped up. He grabbed your hips to help you move to meet his thrusts. A moan left his lips as he heard all of the noises of pleasure leaving yours.

“Say my name” he moaned out, grabbing handfuls of your ass, giving him a better view and angle.

“Hitoshi!” You screamed, back arching as he found an animalistic pace. A hand came down hard on your ass, only adding to the pleasure.

“I want everyone in this neighborhood to know who fucks you this good” he commanded. He pulled out of you, flipping you over into your back. He put both of your ankles on his shoulders before going right back into snapping his hips a red and fast into yours.

The new angle had you screaming with pleasure, as he hit your g-spot with every single thrust. He gripped onto your breasts, toying with your nipples slightly as he fucked you silly. You felt an all too familiar knot building up in your lower abdomen, fast. Your hands came up to Hitoshi’s messy hair and gave it a tug. He let out a low growl and somehow started thrusting with even more vigor.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” You whimpered, unable to speak any louder as you lost all sense. He brought a hand down to rub on your clit, finally sending you over the edge. You arched up into him, pulling his face down to your chest as you came hard around him.

Though he wasn’t done with you. He pulled your legs down from his shoulders to around his waist, burying his face in your shoulder as his thrusts started to falter.

“I’m cumming too princess” he mumbled. Your ankles locked around his lower back holding him inside you. He looked at you with a dazed look in his eyes as spurts of his hot cum filled you up. He leaned down and placed his lips softly on yours. “You’re amazing Kitten” he mumbled, pulling out of you slowly, he dick softening up. He sat back as watched his bum dribble out of you and he couldn’t help but lick his lips.

“I guess I’ll have to start ignoring you more often”

“Hell no”

#shinsou smut #shinsou #mha hitoshi shinsou #mha hitoshi shinso #mha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi #bnha shinsou #bnha hitoshi shinsou #bnha hitoshi #bnha smut #bnha x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #mha x you #mha x reader #mha smut #hitoshi shinsou smut #bnha x you #bnha shinsou hitoshi

[thedreammweaver]

That Would Suffice to Make a Formidable Monster Chapter 5 (Burton-Schumacherverse Sci-Fi Horror au, riddlebird, sea monster/alien!Oswald)

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Warnings: thalassophobia tw, blood tw, animal death, panic attack

As the shark collided with the ship it shook the whole thing, sending some of the crew to the floor.

A glass had fallen and shattered, Ed’s hand landing on top of it, creating a gash. “Shit!” He hissed, looking down at the now bleeding gash in his hand. It of course didn’t take him long to remember that they were currently being attacked. All that could be seen from the front window of the ship now was the inside of a shark. Bruce went over to a control panel and pulled a lever which sent an electric current through the outside of the ship, it was pretty much the only defense the thing was armed with. The shark let go and swam off a bit but was soon coming back towards them. Bruce was just starting to fumble on what to do when something too dark to see grabbed the shark and slammed it into the rocks of the sea floor. The crew was mesmerized as they watched the shark get slammed into the rocks repeatedly until it wasn’t moving anymore. “Fuck, that’s a lot of blood..” Harvey said absently.

“We better move before more sharks come.” Bruce mumbled. They were all a bit shocked at the brute force whatever had saved them just showed. Another message had come up on the computer.

‘Sharp whale is gone. You can come to my cave to help now?’

“I want to see this thing before anyone goes out there with it.” Harvey said firmly.

Victor dusted himself off as he got up and went over to the computer.

‘We need to see you first.’

There was a delay.

‘You will fear me.’

Ed pondered for a moment before nudging Victor away from the keyboard and typing himself “You just saved us twice that proves you aren’t scary. We won’t be scared.” He said sincerely as he typed.

There was another delay, a bit longer this time, Ed was afraid Oswald had left.

‘Okay. Lights off.’

Bruce went over to turn the front lights off which earned some glaring from Harvey.

A few minutes passed before Ed spotted something weird in the distance. It was a small blue light and then another and another, soon there was a small cluster of blue lights.

“Is that it?” Harvey mumbled, sounding as if he felt ripped off.

Suddenly there was a burst of lights and they all gasped. Oswald obviously possessed bioluminescent capabilities as now the blue lights, like dotted lines uniformly painted, were covering him and apparently there was a lot to cover. Ed realized the delay had been Oswald moving himself a distance in front of them so they could actually see all of him. He was obviously humanoid, they could make out arms and....hands? And a face as well as a torso, quite a filled out one at that. Then the human like traits came to a halt, leading into webbing that connected to long black tentacles that were splayed out behind Oswald.

“H-How tall do you think that is? Minus the..tentacles..” Harvey asked.

“I would say roughly around 2,600 feet.” Ed observed getting closer to the front window to look. Oswald was sort of laying on his stomach, trying to make himself look smaller as to not be so imposing but Ed was good at estimates like this “The tentacles look to be double that.” Ed concluded. At that Pamela, who had barely been holding it together, broke down into sobs and was hyperventilating. “Selina, go take Pam for a breather.” Bruce said. Selina was soon leading Pamela out of the room so she could calm down and collect herself. After a few more moments the colour of Oswald’s lights started changing. Orange traveling down into green, over and over, a sort of pulse could be heard and felt through the water as the lights changed.

“What the hell does that mean?” Harvey murmured. Victor looked over to the computer which was filling with question marks as Oswald’s light show continued. Bruce soon realized the colour of the lights matched the colour of Ed’s hair and shirt “I think it’s mimicking you.” He said.

“No,” Victor pointed to the question mark covered screen “It’s asking about you.” he said as he sat down and started typing.

‘That’s Edward, the entity you saved from the squid.’

‘Want Edward to help.’

Victor paused for a moment.

‘Is it alright if another entity good at getting rid of hurt comes out with Edward?’

‘All is good as long as Edward comes to me. You will follow to the cave now.’

With that they watched as Oswald, still lit up, moved to swim ahead. Bruce quickly got to his chair and console to steer. Ed was still a bit shaken, why was Oswald so curious about him?

  The inside of the cave was enormous, swallowing Ed and Victor as they entered it. It was filled with bioluminescent life forms clinging to the rocks and illuminating a lot of the cave. It of course didn’t take them long to find Oswald, he was hard to miss. He was even more intimidating up close. He seemed more vulnerable as he presented a part of one of his tentacles to Victor. There was a big tear in it, Victor was hoping he had brought enough to stitch it up “This is going to take a while.” Victor sighed. Rumbling and clicking was emanating from Oswald which of course they couldn’t understand without the translator in the ship. Oswald had turned his attention to Ed and moved to wrap one of his tentacles around him picking him up. Victor was momentarily pulled away from caring for the wound “Are you okay??”

“Yeah, I-I think- I think it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Ed felt...calm, he had no idea why. He should be terrified especially as Oswald shifted a bit and started moving Ed to the top of the cave. Ed found himself being placed into an air pocket that was basically a smaller cave in of itself. Oswald had let go of him and was now just staring at him, his head only partly out of the water. As Ed looked around with the light of his helmet he realized there were...things all around him, human’s things. There were books piled in a corner, damaged of course but some still legible. There were jewels and random baubles strewn about, Ed found a chuckle escape him as he saw a rubber duck on it’s side in a rusty birdcage. One of Oswald’s tentacles reached into the small cave and picked up an ornate music box with a swan on it, handing it to Ed before twisting the crank of it. Ed recognized the piece that started playing as one from Swan Lake. He didn’t know why but tears were streaming down his face. He wanted to distract himself from feelings he didn’t recognize welling up inside him “Where did you get this stuff?” Ed asked, not totally sure Oswald would understand him. Using his arm this time Oswald pointed to a model of a sunken ship in a bottle. “Ah..I guess that makes sense.. I suppose there’s other openings into this cave too? Probably too small for you to get through but big enough for stuff like that duck to float in?” Ed asked, pointing to the duck. Oswald nodded. Ed felt...weird, an overwhelming feeling that he shouldn’t ever leave came over him, he needed to get out of this cave soon. His mind seemed to be somewhere else as he set down the music box and took off one of the gloves to his diving suit before going over to where Oswald was resting one of his hands. Ed knelt down and put his hand on Oswald’s. Their hands were remarkably similar considering Oswald was an alien, the only real difference was that it looked like the three fingers that would be opposite of the thumb on the human hand were fused together on Oswald’s. Ed had heard of humans with deformities that caused such things so it wasn’t even that odd, it certainly wasn’t off putting to him. Oswald’s hand was warm and plushy. Ed found himself leaning down to essentially cuddle the appendage, he didn’t know what had come over him he just knew he needed to be close to Oswald. He was only taken out of his trance when eventually Oswald pulled away. Ed felt his heart sink, why did the absence of Oswald’s touch make him so sad? He didn’t have to be sad for too long as one of Oswald’s tentacles came up and wrapped around Ed’s exposed hand. The pressure of Oswald squeezing a bit reminded Ed of the gash in his hand he’d received earlier. As Oswald pulled away once again he left Ed’s hand covered in that black green substance “Weird handshake..” Ed murmured as he wiped his hand off on his suit and put his glove back on.

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #riddlebird

[kaijonginie]

Uncontrollable - Kai

Title: Uncontrollable Word Count: 2,700 Genre: smut, fluff, story + boyfriend!Kai, college au, light masturbation, ‘punish’, little part of Kai pov A/N: i did some research for this one, so hope you like it! Couple No. 1(part 2)

“Why don’t you come over?” Kai asked changing his tone noticeably. You pulled the phone from your cheek to give a glance. Pretending to see if it was actually him. 

“Is that a joke?” You raised your voice gaining the attention of the 30 people also walking to the library. You smiled cheesily, embarrassed at the judgmental eyes.  

He scoffed over the phone, “What do you mean?!” 

“I told you I have to study for mid-terms! And your response is I do it at your house! Pfft! Yeah.” When you got to the steps you settled to hear his laughable excuse. 

“Well, yeah. I have to mid-terms too, I can help!” He reasoned with you. 

“If I come over, you and I know no “studying” will happen,” He gasped loudly. As if you were speaking lies. “I’m not arguing with you.” Quickly, you smacked your teeth as you were easily drawn to the red button to end the call. Just as you ended the call abruptly and his cute photo disappeared; you could only feel the guilt build up in your throat. You opened his texts and typed: “I’ll call you later” Only a second later did it read: ‘read’  

You sighed, choking on your own breath wasn’t fun. You knew that you had barely seen him in the past two weeks. Even you were hungry for his hunger. You snapped your fingers repeatedly - a habit you picked up in high school to cope with nervousness.

You turned back to the stairs to step on each step. You felt your skirt hike up your waist. It scared you to think about how many guys were trying to look up it. You smooth the skirt out trying to pull it back down to its original place. 

Inside the library, it was more crowded than usual, and even though it was three days before mid-terms this was still much. You scanned the room for just one single empty chair. It was in the corner, but it was better than nothing. 

After you put your over-the-shoulder bag on the table. You searched the aisles for a textbook on basic history. Up and down the aisle you couldn’t find a thing. Until at the end at the very top, the exact book you were looking for was barely visible. You cringed, knowing that if you tried reaching for it your skirt would work against you. You sighed before making a reach for the title. One hand trying to snatch the book, the other pulling down your hem. All the while you were unwarily pulling on the delicate lace of your panties. Your sharp nails started cutting into the weak fabric. Before you knew it the ripping noise alerted you. You pulled back and went into a dark shadow of the library. You gasped realizing that half of your ass was exposed! 

You needed out! You went for your bag, halfway to it you hear a cruel cat whistle in the crowd of focused people. You can’t pinpoint it, but it sure does boil your blood anyways. 

“Immature.” You mumble to yourself. You reach into your bag aimlessly for your phone. You can only find it by the rough crystal DIY case it has. Grasping it by both sides. You press the power button. Reluctantly you open Kai’s text-only saying the word “ok”.

You know that if you ask to come over, it’ll be humbling but quite a blow to your pride. You slowly press the keyboard telling him that your way.

Kai POV

I wasn’t amusing myself. I was stilling beating my self up. The fact that my girlfriend thinks I can’t control myself baffles me. But it got me thinking...is she right? It can’t be! The last time I saw her all we did was kiss and eat dinner. She even slept over, and nothing happened. She’s just making excuses. I sighed aloud.

My eyes went down to rest in my palm for a moment. It stayed that way until my phone notified me of a text. I lifted myself out of my pitiful state peeling off the sofa in the centre of my bedroom. Immediately I lazily grab at the screen until I am completely gripping on it. I turned the screen on and she has texted me! I rapidly unlock it anxious to see if it was all a misunderstanding. 

“Oppa, I hope it's okay...I want to visit you now^^”

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, I begin to reply to her text: “It’s a long way from campus Y/N. Do you want me to come to get you?” I hear the rain outside begin to hit my windows urging me to add another text. “I hate it when you walk in the rain.” 

Three dots pop up, then they disappear. One more time and she responds.

“No, It’s okay I have an umbrella~”

I pout. She turned me down again. I take a deep breath deciding whether or not I should continue this conversation. I slam the phone down in anger as if I was moving on from it. I stormed to the bathroom door, slamming it behind me. I took one glance and I was already fixing my hair. I focused in on my hair. Moving the hairline back and forth. My frustration got the best of me. 

“Screw it!” I yelled.

I started at the hem of my shirt stripping it slowly in pace. When my shirt was blocking my face the lusty image came to my mind: her taking my shirt off for me. I winced. Internally begging myself not to think like that. But I couldn’t stop. A whole scenario played in my mind, of me fucking her till I basically pass out.

“Cold shower it is!” I announced to myself.

I spun around to the glass door, the crystal clear glass door. I reminded myself that my jeans were most definitely still on. As excited as I was for this shower I lingered in removing my pants at all. 

I took another two steps and one more into the large spaced shower. I stepped under the showerhead as if it was a spotlight. I was very reluctant when turning on the cold water and not the hot, but I still ended up turning it on. Like needles in my skin, the water was almost painful until I got used to it like I would in a pool.

It dripped down my face to my lips and to my neck. I tried to pry my eyes open but one involuntary blink and I was still seeing her mouth engulfing my dick. I cried out. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn’t. My head fell to the tile wall in front of me. And my hand was almost instinctively sliding to my hard length. Seeing what I was seeing while stroking myself ever so gently, I was merely tasting faux satisfaction.

I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself around her at this point.

Your POV

You ran down the stone path to his house. You were barefoot at this point. Your cloth Converse shoes were more important than your now cold feet. An arm's length away from the lock you reached into your bag desperately for the house key Jong-in had given you. “Where is it!” You whined. Hyperventilating worried you had dropped it or left it somewhere. “Please.” You begged. when you heard the key chain shake you tracked it down, seizing it frantically.

You jangled the keys in front of the lock, using one hand to hold the umbrella and the other to find the matching key. Once found, you jabbed it into the door, then shoving the door open when it clicked. 

You stood up straight throwing your umbrella to the floor. All the lights were off. You could see everything but no lights were on. You dropped your shoes behind the door and started travelling up the wooden stairs. 

“Oppa?” You called out slightly. You didn’t yell it loudly, seeing as barely anyone was home you reckon he would have heard you. You got to the top of the staircase and peered up. All doors were closed except for his. Before going on, you fixed your strap and your skirt. 

When you got to his door, you tiptoed in and suddenly felt more comfortable. You dropped your bag and kept on to the bathroom. The sounds coming from it peaked your interests. “Oppa?” You called again. 

The moaning stopped, and he replied “Y/N! I’ll be out in a second!” He insisted nervously.

You shrugged and backed away to your bag. Grabbing your phone and tossing it to the perfectly made bed. Your hands went on the waist-line of your panties pulling them down, glad to be rid of them. You moved on to the lone clean close basket beside his couch. Digging through it in search of the underwear you left 3 weeks ago after making a quick escape from his parents.

No sign of them.

You stood up to the dark wooden wardrobe in the corner of his spacious room. You kneeled down to the mini drawers at the bottom of the closet. Digging through seemingly-endless pairs of socks and underwear. 

How hard can it be to find a bright yellow pair of panties?

As you began to give up you noticed the light fabric underneath it all. You pulled them out, stood up, and closed the wardrobe as it was before. 

You went to the right side of his bed where your phone was. You rested on the edge of the bed forgetting about the panties which you planned on putting on. You went into your pocket for your AirPods. Taking them out quickly and putting them in without a second thought.

You opened up Instagram. Scrolling endlessly. Double-tapping. Everything was unamusing and simply boring. You with your legs barely one the floor, and in a state of trance; didn’t even realize that the shower was off and Jong-in no longer in it. 

You were distracted by your phone when you felt to hands slide onto each side of your ass and massage smoothly. Your head leapt up and looked back. Jong-in starring at your exposed ass, merely drooling at the sight. He closed his eyes and stopped his hands. He stuttered out the shy words. “I need you.” You looked down almost ashamed. 

You frowned at his distraught face. You took out your AirPods and put them back in the Winnie the Pooh case. You shook your head. “Are you sure?” Chuckling out whilst questioning him. “, because if you really did you would already have me naked and begging for it.” You narrowed your eyes, cocky and sure of yourself. Hoping you would get him to fuck you. 

His hands started again and he revealed: “I’m afraid I'll be rough.”

You stood up looking at him face-to-face. Taking the lead with a kiss. You started to run your hands through his thick hair. His hands travelled up the back of your shirt, unclipping your bra you pulled back giving him a deep stare. At this point, he was so afraid of making the wrong move. He went on a limb and started sucking on your neck, making you moan under your breath.

Running out of skin to kiss he pulled the neck-line of your tight t-shirt. You scoffed and pulled it off yourself along with your bra.  You pinned back to his lips and he started to stick his tongue in to explore you more. You started to release yourself bit his lip sending adrenaline through him. He hands still caressing your back then slid down to the zipper of your black skirt. When it dropped to the floor, he pulled your bare pelvis to his to feel his staff stabbing through his towel. He snatched your waist again turning you around pushing you to the bed. 

You on your stomach, crawling up on all fours resting on your elbows. He stood behind you, untucking the towel still wrapped around his waist.

You didn’t know when h-- Your walls clenched around him, the cold shower making him nearly chilled. He almost fell over after feeling your walls around him making him groan loudly. Once he stood back up straight, immediately his hips starting thrusting into you. Now your breaths were matching his thrusts, however, his were rapid pants.

Pulling your hips further into him you moaned with the deeper feeling. You encouraged him with each cry of his name you shouted. When you tensed up your end was near. “I’m gonna cum!” You insisted. Without a second Jongin replied, “Not yet, baby.” You tried holding back. But only a moment later did you let go.  He slapped your ass, “Bad girls who don’t listen need punished.”

He pulled out and turned you on your back. You backed up until he grabbed your ankles. You followed him as he snaked up on you. He hung over you, set at your entrance once again. You laughed and requested, “Do better this time will you?” Only sparking his ego further. Almost annoyed by you he was abruptly in shoving his dick in you. You weren’t expecting this much force, in return, your nails dug into his back making him howl “Ow, fuck, Y/N!” He started thrusting harder and faster. Your moans started to be screams. “Oppa!” You called out. “Please!” You weren’t sure why you were begging for more, but you knew he sure did listen. The nails, which were still in his back, starting scratching marks into his. His snatched your arms from around his back and pinned them beside your head. He got lost in his throbbing trying to reach his orgasm. He threw his head back when you clenched around his member. His hands let go of your wrists, and his face fell into your neck. He began nibbling on your collar-bone. Whilst your hand stroked the back of his head and the other rested on his back. 

At this moment he felt his orgasm coming. He started to groan while still buried at your neck. “Aw, fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cum!” He yelled helplessly. He started to moan your name each time he went in deeper. “Y/N!” 

You wrapped your legs around his hips as he came. You cried out as he pulled out. He lifted his head up to give you another kiss. Smiling brightly he asked, “How about a cleanup?”  You nodded vigorously as he dropped down. He started in between your breasts, before taking one in his mouth. The travelling further down, giving butterfly kisses to each inch of your sensitive skin. 

When he was finally eying your soaked pussy, he licked his lips and said: “Baby, you look so good.”  One of his hands went to rub your clit softly, wary of how sensitive you are right now. You swallowed down one moan before letting out a louder one. His finger stopped and his mouth went to your clit. Sucking on it hardly and roughly. You grabbed each of your nipples giving a good massage before nearly smashing them between your fingers. Now biting on your clit he was ready to taste you. His tongue made a trail to your entrance. Then both his hand and his tongue went it. Beating in and out of you. His other hand went in too, on each side of your opening; allowing for easier access inside of you. You felt each digit add a second, both pumping in and out of you. “Yes, Oppa!” You yelled. Quickly, you reached for his head pulling him closer. Driving his tongue further in your pussy. His fingers found their way deeper than his tongue, they were syncing and stretching you. By the time you could catch your breathe his fingers were curling on the inside. Forcing a pleased scream from you. “Yes!” You shouted. His swipes and circles were hard to keep up with, you rocked your hips to feel them further. “I’m----” You had finally come. And Jongin was there licking every drop of your sweet juices up. 

He came up for air and found a comfortable resting place on your stomach. He caressed your waist and spoke after a long silence. “Thank you, baby.” 

You smiled weaving your fingers in his locks again. “I love you, Y/N...” He admitted aloud.

You sighed peacefully before replying - “I love you, Jong-In.”

#kpop #k-pop #k pop #kai #kim jong-in #jong-in #exo #smuts #kpop imagines #kpop smuts #kai imagines #kai smuts #exo smuts #exo imagines

[dreamwritesimagines]

Don’t You Love Me? 4 - Whiskey Fever [Steve Rogers x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback makes me so happy, please keep it coming! <3

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language.

Summary: Let the denial begin.

Word Count: 2146

Read Chapter 1 here!

Read Chapter 2 here!

Read Chapter 3 here! 

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Gif’s not mine!

In all honesty, maybe Steve going away for a while was going to be good for you.

Maybe.

Maybe by the time he came back, you would stop having these dreams or manage to stop staring at him.

Fuck, even the booze didn’t help.

So there you were, blasting music at full volume while you typed as fast as you could on the keyboard, eyes focused on the screen but as soon as the music stopped you heard someone hushing somebody on that three second pause before the next song began.

“Nat!”

“What, I’m just saying-“

“She’s sitting ten feet away from you,” You heard Steve’s whisper and you lowered the music on one of the earphones while the other one still blasted on full volume, and you kept typing, frowning slightly.

“She’s listening to music, I can hear that song even from here.”

A small smile pulled at your lips and you reached for the whiskey glass beside you, then took a sip, leaning closer to the screen.

“Still…” Steve sounded hesitant and Natasha heaved a sigh.

“Y/N, your taste in booze is so shitty.” She called out and you bit on your lip in order not to laugh, “Uh… Star Wars is a terrible movie. I think technology is the worst thing happened to people- see? She’d react by now.”

You typed in the code and cracked your neck, still keeping your eyes on the screen.

“Nat, you’re supposed to focus on the next mission, not finding me a date.”

Your fingers froze over the keyboard but only for a second. Your heart started slamming against your ribcage but you bit inside your cheek, then took a drag off your cigarette.

“I can do both.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t do both.”

Natasha cleared her throat, “Don’t let the whole… tough exterior intimidate you-“

“It doesn’t intimidate me.” Steve cut her off almost instantly and Natasha drummed her fingernails on the table.

“Then?”

“Then nothing.” Steve mumbled and Natasha scoffed,

“Did you show her the-“

“No,” Steve cut her off again, and you frowned slightly, “And you weren’t supposed to see that either.”

“I’m nosy.” Natasha stated, but both of them were distracted as soon as Bucky walked inside. You nodded at him to greet him, then turned your glances to screen again.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“She’s hiding from Tony-“

“Tony wishes I was hiding from him, Rogers-“

“Because she still hasn’t contacted Bruce.”

“And Steve has a secret-“

“Nat!”

“Is the secret about him staring at the girl staring at her laptop right now, because that isn’t exactly a secret.”

“Don’t you two have lives?” Steve grumbled, making you bite on your lip not to giggle, but then you took a look at the screen and pulled the earphones out of your ears.

“Fuck yes!” You turned to Steve, “I’ve got a surprise for you Cap.”

“We don’t get a surprise?”

“Buck-“

“What, are you jealous?”

Bucky repressed a smirk, “No, I’m just saying. You’re playing favorites.”

You scrunched up your face while Steve chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That obvious huh?”

“Very.” Natasha said and you heaved a sigh,

“Yeah well, secret’s out.” You extended your hand, “Give me your shield.”

Steve looked around and handed you the shield, and you turned it over, inspecting it.

“Okay, it should work.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m hacking your shield.”

“Y/N, there’s nothing for you to hack in that thing.”

“Yet,” You pointed out “Fine, I’m upgrading your shield. I was actually thinking how we can upgrade all of your weapons-“ Bucky held up his arm, “I can’t make that one better than it already is man, I’m just clever, not a genius.”

“How come I don’t get a weapon upgrade?”

“You’re the weapon yourself and you refused to go out with me.” You muttered to Natasha, still inspecting the shield and Steve looked from you to her, and from the corner of your eye you saw Natasha shaking her head.

“I’m still working on Clint’s, but Cap’s is done,” You raised your head, and grabbed your whiskey “Come with me to the lab.”  

Steve nodded like a dutiful soldier and followed you suit as you left the kitchen and walked to the elevator.

“You didn’t have to upgrade it, I know you’re really busy with…” he waved a hand in the air, “Computer stuff.”

“Nah, I wanted to,” You bit on your lip to stop yourself from smiling, Jesus, why was it that every time you were around this guy you had this urge to smile? “I want to help. And they’re right, you know?”

“About what?”

“You really are my favorite.” You scrunched up your nose in order to hide your smile but that seemed to do nothing as he reflected your smile and he looked elsewhere for a second before his eyes fell on you.

“Am I?”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Steve!” You whined as you took a sip from your whiskey, making him chuckle and you both walked into the lab.

“So, what’s the surprise?”

You turned to him, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips, “Okay, so… I have a confession.”

“Hm?”

“I got the idea from Thor’s hammer.”

“Only the worthy will be able to lift my shield?”

“I’m not a witch Rogers, I can’t make that shit happen.”

“No but you basically make magic happen.”

“I know how to use technology.”

“Same difference.”

“And this is why you’re my favorite.” You pointed out and walked to the table to out down your glass, and grab the small chip along with the wristband. After placing the chip on the shield, you handed him the wristband and walked to the other side of the room.

“Don’t get all excited, it’s just a test drive- hey, if I had a dollar every time I said it to a guy…” You shook your head slightly, “Okay, so I was thinking, the shield is sort of your thing, right? And if I were your enemy, that’d be the first thing I’d try to grab from you.”

“Yeah, once Buck-“ he stopped himself, “Yeah I get it.”

“So. There’s a small button right under your wrist,” You raised the shield, holding it tight, “Press that.”

Steve pushed the button and as soon as he did, the shield flew from your grip as if there was a huge magnet and Steve caught the shield mid-air before it could even hit him.

“Congrats, Cap. Now you’re the second Avenger who can call his weapon to his hand.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked down at the shield, then back at you.

“How did you-?”

You grinned, “Neat trick, huh?” you asked as you grabbed your glass again, then took another sip, “I’ve been watching your fighting styles, so that I can understand if something goes bad in…whatever place Fury sends you.”

“Watching-“

“Yeah. So I figured I ‘d use it to develop your weapons.”

Steve gawked at you for a couple of seconds, “You know, you’re wrong about yourself.”

“Probably, but elaborate?”

“You really are a genius.”

You rolled your eyes, and a burning spread over your cheeks-

Fuck no, what were you, sixteen? You wouldn’t blush.

That was just the alcohol in your system.

“Yeah well, it’s not coming for free buddy, I want something in return.”

“Which is?”

“Your word. To be actually careful in this mission.”

Steve pulled his brows together, “You’re worried?”

“Yeah man, if something happens to you, my ass is grass.”

“Oh-“

“And…” You shrugged and cleared your throat, “I mean yeah- I- I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.”

Steve’s glances on you felt way too intense and you took another sip, then licked your lips,

“Or- or anyone in the team. But especially you, and- and you know why? Because you’re the only reckless motherfucker who jumps off a plane without a parachute, like seriously Rogers what the fuck is your deal-“

“Y/N?”

“Oh thank you Jesus,” You turned to Tony, “Hm?”

“Am I interrupting something?”

Both you and Steve took a step back, “No.”

“Fury wants an update on the mole and Cap, we gotta get ready.”

Your head shot up. “Wait, why?”

“We’re leaving in an hour.”

“This hour?!” You asked, “Like this hour we’re in-?”

“Yeah, how much did you drink?” Tony shot you a weird look as he walked out of the door, and called out; “Suit up Cap!”

Steve nodded, then his eyes fell on you and he offered you a small smile. You crossed your arms, averting your eyes.

“So do I have your word or not? Because I can totally deactivate the whole thing-“

“Don’t deactivate it,” he cut you off “If –uh… if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it.”

“I’m not hearing any promise though, am I?”

That seemed to make him chuckle and he nodded slowly,

“Okay then,”

“Okay then Y/N, I won’t do anything stupid.”

“Okay then Y/N, I won’t do anything stupid,” he repeated and shot you an almost boyish, mischievous look, “I mean we’re the Avengers. What could possibly go wrong?”

                                              *

“Rogers, when you come back, I’ll make sure to program that shield into repeatedly hit you in the head!” You snapped as you rushed from one screen to another, your eyes darting around wildly, “Tony, there are five more coming from the second exit to your right-“

“Got it.” Tony said as Pepper bit on her nails, eyes focused on the monitor.

“Fuck HYDRA so bad,” You mumbled and heard Clint’s chuckle.

“Yeah, my point.”

“You and Nat seem to- Steve, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“Getting to the engine room,” Steve replied as he ran towards the hall and you pulled at your hair,

“There are at least twenty people coming your way, go to the second floor and meet-“

“No time, Y/N.”

“Jesus Christ-“ You downed the whiskey and filled yourself another glass, as Pepper’s eyes caught the glass.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“This dickhead is giving me an adrenaline rush so bad that I’m still fucking sober-“

“Language,” Bucky taunted and you scoffed.

“Oh fuck off Barnes,” You muttered, then bit on your lip, “Oh- Bucky, there are two more approaching-“ You started, but Bucky had already disarmed them as Natasha rushed in to save the day. “Can someone go help this star spangled-“ You heard the gunshots and all of a sudden the camera showing Steve went black.

The sudden panic hit you so bad that it knocked the breath off you.

“S-Steve?” You heard your own hoarse whisper but it didn’t even sound like your voice, “Rogers!”

Those five seconds felt much, more than only five seconds until your heard his panting,

“I’m here.” He sounded out of breath, “Got the files, see you guys at Quinjet.”

“See you Cap.”

“Yeah, see your ugly faces there.”

You stared at the screen until all of them jumped to the Quinjet and suddenly, your legs gave out. You ripped the earpiece out of your ear, tossed it on the table and downed the whiskey in one big gulp.

“You okay?” Pepper asked you and you ran a hand over your face, not caring about your makeup at all.

“I can’t-“ You tried to find your voice but it was still too weak. You cleared your throat and tried again, “I- Fury needs to find someone else.”

“You handled it well.”

“My head is spinning.”

“That’s the alcohol.”

“No Pepper, that’s fear.” You mumbled, and Pepper tilted her head to the left, her eyes searching your face.

“Why do I have a feeling that it’s not about the team?”

“What?”

“The blood left your face when the camera went dead.”

“Yeah because I thought dickhead actually died!”

“And you don’t want him to die.”

“Pepper, don’t…” You buried your face into your hands, “Don’t make it sound like that.”

“I don’t make it sound like anything.”

Your heart was still beating like crazy and you just stood frozen like that for a couple of seconds, only sound in the room was Pepper’s stable breathing as opposed to your fast one. You gritted your teeth and tried to pull yourself together before you lifted your head.

“Well then,” You cleared your throat, “They’re coming back, safe and sound. My work is done for now.”

“Y/N-“

“And you can have thank god you’re alive sex with your boyfriend, should be fun.”

“Y/N-“

“If you need me, I’ll be at the nearest bar.”

“Don’t you think you need to talk about it?”

“Nah, I’m gonna ignore it with booze and pretzels.” You grabbed your bag, “Tell them I said hi when they come back though, I’m going on a bender.”

“You can’t ignore this forever-“

“I sure as fuck can try!” You said, and walked out of the door.

Okay then.

Let the denial begin.

Chapter 5 is here! 

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[writing-of-an-angel]

The Damned.

Summary: The Mark of Cain had been a burden since the day Dean had gotten it. when Y/N starts dreaming about the mark, she knows something is wrong, but what she doesn’t know is that she has to take the mark her self.

pairing(s): Dean x reader, future Crowley x reader, sam x reader (platonic)

warnings: angst, bad dreams, swearing, pain, a forced kiss, if there’s anything else please let me know!

word count: 2769

A/N: Well hey guys I've been very inactive the last few months which I do apologize for, but I hope this angst ridden mark of Cain Dean x reader makes up for it a bit!

Silence.

It was the only thing you could think about. It was the only thing you could hear.

“Dean? Sammy?” you called both their names repeatedly but there wasn’t any answer, just silence.

You walked up and down the halls but saw no sign of either of the boys.

Screaming.

It was the next thing you heard as you passed by the makeshift dungeon that was originally intended for Crowley. It was loud enough to be heard through the entire bunker.

Before you knew it you were in the room, but you weren't watching what was happening or who was screaming, you were sitting in a chair, chains around your body.

You were the one screaming.

---

“Y/N! Y/N wake up! Wake up!”

You shot up unsure of where you were and unsure of who was saying your name, but you looked over at who was on the other side of your bed, the person that was still holding your shoulders trying to wake you up

Dean.

“Dean? what happened? Where am I?”

“Relax sweetheart, you were having a bad dream, but you’re okay. You’re in the bunker and you’re safe, just take a breath.”

You looked frantically around trying to take in your surroundings, but next thing you knew Sam was slamming your door open and pointing his gun.

“What happened? Why was Y/N screaming?”

“We’re fine Sammy, Y/N just had a bad dream was all” Dean said looking at his younger brother.

“Don’t worry about me guys i’m fine, it’s just a dream i get every once and a while.”

You’d been getting this dream repeatedly for the last few months, ever since Dean had gotten The Mark of Cain, you had this constant fear. But there was also a constant feeling that wasn’t fear, but you didn’t know what it was. But little did you know that the feeling was something more than fear, it was the end.

---

You were sitting at breakfast watching Dean eat his waffles and Sammy eating his yogurt while you just picked at your food, not really hungry or interested in it.

Dean reached over and grabbed your hand rubbing circles on the back of it.

“Hey Sweetheart, don’t worry it was just a bad dream”

“I know” you gave him a little smile trying to give him some reassurance.

“So get this” Sammy started “I think there’s a case down in Oklahoma, couples have been going missing and there’s no evidence of kidnapping, or any other sort of foul play, but there is a symbol left behind that- oh my god…”

“What? What’s the symbol Sammy?” Dean asked him trying to glance at his laptop.

“The Mark of Cain”

Dean put down his fork pushing his plate away and standing up from the table. He started pacing back and forth in the kitchen, running his hands through his hair like he does when he’s stressed.

“So you’re saying this damn thing on my arm was found where couples have been taken?”

He looked down at the mark and your eyes followed his, where you noticed that it was glowing a sort of red-orange light.

“Pack your bags and meet me in the car in twenty, we’re going to Oklahoma”

---

You were sitting in the back of the old ‘67 Impala watching Dean’s jaw tighten and untighten, and his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was blaming himself for the couples that had gone missing.

“Dean, this isn’t your fault, this is probably some demon or monster leaving that symbol behind to taunt or bait you.”

“Well it’s working”

The rest of the drive was silent, minus the radio and Dean’s heavy breathing.

When you pulled into the motel dean opened the car door and then proceeded to slam it shut behind him.

“Dean!”

You called out, but he just kept walking.

“Dean!”

You called out again. He turned around this time, just staring at you.

“Y/N, if it weren't for me or this damn thing on my arm, these couples probably wouldn't have gone missing, and this whole mess wouldn't be happening.”

“We’re going to figure this out Dean, I promise.”

“The case or the mark?

“Both.”

---

It was back.

This damn dream that continued to haunt you every time you close your eyes, but it was different this time.

You were still sitting in the Chair chained up, but before you had been alone, screaming.

Now when you looked up there were two figures in front of you; Sam and Dean.

Before you even had time to assess the situation you were screaming.

They were poking needles connected to syringes in your arm. They were injecting what looked like blood right into you, but why?

---

Waking up was different this time too, you Weren’t screaming.

You turned over in your shared bed and saw Dean, fast asleep. He looked so carefree when he was sleeping.

When Dean was asleep it didn’t look like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, or that he was trying to fight the mark, because you saw him losing the fight more and more every day.

Lost in thought you didn’t realize Dean had woken up.

“Good morning beautiful”

He smiled, one of those genuine smiles that you seldom saw anymore. But it faded as his gaze drifted from your face to his forearm.

“Dean, I promised you, we’re going to figure this out. Do I ever break my promises?”

“No, never.”

You kissed him, slowly, sweetly, but it was quick and over too soon.

You rolled over out of the uncomfortable motel bed and walked to the bathroom, you went in and shut the door behind you.

You stepped out of your clothes and turned on the water in the shower, it was unusual for a motel to have such hot water, but the water felt as though it could burn your skin.

“That’s weird” you said to yourself more than anyone else.

You stepped in, but the water wasn’t burning your skin, it felt refreshing.

You got out, skin red and renewed. Wrapping your hair in a towel you walked over to the mirror and started brushing your teeth.

You finished and swiped away the mist on the mirror, but when you looked in you didn’t see yourself.

More specifically you saw yourself, but with black eyes. You leaned into get a closer look, but your reflection’s hand flew out of the mirror and around your neck.

You tried to pull her hand away, but she was much stronger than you were.

“Oh poor, poor Y/N. Look at you you’re pathetic. But look at me because this is what you’re going to become. Something stronger, better.”

You were losing air but you managed to choke out

“Never”

She laughed, it was evil, devilish.

“Oh sweet girl, you can’t fight your destiny, no matter how hard you try.”

It was now that you noticed the mark on the arm you were being held with

The Mark of Cain.

Next thing you knew, the creature in the mirror was gone, and all that was left was you staring back at yourself, bruises forming around your neck.

You splashed water on your face and tried to calm yourself down. You covered as many of the bruises with makeup as you could, but you couldn’t get them all.

You got dressed deciding on jeans, a plain long sleeve and a jacket that covered a majority of your neck.

When you walked out of the bathroom Sam and Dean were up already dressed. Sam was sitting at the table doing some more research for the case and Dean was grabbing the keys to baby.

“Where are you going?”

Dean walked over to you placing a kiss on your lips and forehead.

“I’m just going to grab some breakfast for us, i’ll be back soon. We’ll head out to the crime scenes and talk to witnesses when i get back. I love you.”

“I love you too Dean.”

He walked out of the motel room and you heard the hum of the impala fade away. You took a seat next to Sam and looked at his computer seeing he had a page about the Mark of Cain up.

“Hey Sam, I was thinking about the mark and I came up with something I Think. What if there was a way to transfer the mark?”

He gave you a weird look, but he started typing on his keyboard

“Interesting idea, but to who? You and I both know Dean would never let anyone else take this burden. He thinks he’s the one who has to sacrifice himself for the good of the world, and that’s what he believes he’s doing.”

“I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think of who.”

But you had, you had been thinking about it ever since you woke up from the dream that morning.

You were going to take the burden, you had to.

---

After Dean had gotten back you all ate at the small table together, talking over the details of the case and what the plan was.

You all finished up rather quickly and piled into the car, the two boys in their FBI garbs and you in your civilian ones. The plan was that they would go to the police station and morgue, and you would hit the streets to see if anyone saw anything and who had seen the couples last.

You were walking down a back alley by a bar where the last couple taken had been seen, when you looked at the ground and saw it,

The Mark of Cain.

It was drawn in paint on the ground right beneath your feet, but it wasn’t the exact mark that was on Dean’s arm, there was a circle around it.

You kept walking over the mark, but something was wrong, you couldn’t get out of the circle, you were trapped.

“Well hey there, you look a bit.. Well trapped”

You turned around to see a man in a suit with perfectly combed hair staring back at you.

“Wow, how rude of me, i haven’t even introduced myself yet.” he started walking around the mark just outside of the circle.

“The name’s Jake, and I am the man, well not exactly man, that’s going to make sure everything goes according to plan.”

His eyes went from a baby blue to a dark black in a matter of seconds.

“Who are you? And why am i trapped in this circle?” you asked between clenched teeth.

“Oh darling, they were right, you really are clueless.”

“Who are you talking about”

He smirked and laughed “My boss, but you know him as The King of Hell, Crowley.”

You didn’t understand what Crowley had to do with any of this, or why you were in this circle. But you did know it had something to do with the mark. Everything lately that happened with you had to do with the mark.

“I don’t know what the hell Crowley thinks he can do to me, but i do know you’re going to get me out of this circle.”

He laughed again, it was the same type of devilish laugh the girl in the mirror had done earlier

“Am I?” he stepped into the circle with you, and you couldn’t do anything or go anywhere.

He grabbed your arm violently “Look at it Y/N, look at what you’re going to become.”

You were crying now trying to look away, but he grabbed your face forcing you to look at it,

The Mark of Cain.

“Sweet Y/N, this day has been planned since before you were born. You will take the mark, today.”

The demon went to go step out of the circle, but turned around and grabbed your face again.

“Crowley gets what he wants, he always does sweetheart. And right now he wants you. Of course that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with you first.” The demon pulled your face towards his, pressing his lips to your and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

With that he was gone, and so was the circle on the ground. You looked at your arm and saw the mark wasn’t there anymore, but where it was there was a red-orange glow.

You didn’t really know what to do next, so you just kept talking to witnesses, trying to figure out what had happened to those people.

You learned that one of the friends of a woman who was taken saw a figure take the couple east on main street toward an empty warehouse.

You called Sam and Dean and told them to meet you there. You were waiting at the front for the boys when you heard screaming coming from inside. You ran in gun up, but you didn't’ see anyone. The only thing you saw were three empty chairs.

Before you knew what was happening a rag was put over your nose and mouth.

Then everything went black.

---

You woke up tied to one of the chairs you saw before. You looked over at the other two chairs and saw the Winchester brothers in the sam situation you were.

“Oh good, you’re awake!”

You looked up and saw the demon from earlier; Jake.

Sam and dean started stirring next to you trying to pull at the chain that was holding them to the chair.

“Oh come on guys, Don’t even try, the harder you pull at the chains, the tighter they become. So just relax, this is going to be fun!”

Jake walked over to you undoing your chains

“What are you doing?”

He smirked grabbing your hands

“I told you Y/N, there’s a plan for today, and you’re the biggest part of it. But in order for this plan to work, you have to do it willingly.”

“Do what?”

“Take the mark.”

Dean started pulling against his chains again “Y/N, no you can’t do this, it’s not your curse, it’s mine.”

Jake put his hand around Dean’s throat

“Oh Dean-o, this is not a curse. It’s a blessing, some even call it a gift. This is Y/N’s destiny, you were just the box it was delivered in.”

The demon grabbed your hands again, but threw you on  the floor right in front of Dean.

“So, Y/N, you have two choices. You can either take the mark willingly and save both Dean and Sam, or if you’re unwilling, i will force the mark on you but kill Dean and Sam. your choice, but you better choose quickly, otherwise i’ll choose for you, and you may not like what I choose.

“Y/N, please don’t do this”

Dean looked as though he was crying

“This is my burden, i’m the damned one here, I can’t let you become the monster i’m already becoming…”

Jake was growing impatient “Tick tock Y/N, tick tock.”

“I’ll do it, i’ll take the mark.���

You rose up from the ground where he had thrown you “I’ll do it, but you have to promise me they’ll be safe.”

He put his hand over his heart “Scouts honor”  

He laughed and grabbed you arm pulling it over to Dean’s. He wrapped your hand around the mark, and you could feel it, you could feel the power.

“I’m so sorry Dean, and i’m so sorry Sam. I couldn’t let you guys die. You guys will be fine, don’t worry about me.”

You leaned in and put your lips on Deans. Jake started chanting some latin ritual and you felt the energy go into your arm and your whole body, filling you.

Your arm started glowing, and you once again heard screaming. This time it was you and Dean screaming, the pain and the burden of it all was transferring from his body to yours.

When it was done you were sent back across the warehouse by some invisible force. You crashed into the wall and fell onto cardboard boxes.

You looked down at the pain on your arm and saw it glowing a dark, blood red.

The Mark of Cain.

When you looked over at the chairs you saw Dean’s head lulling on his chest and Sam screaming his name, But you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything.

You got up and out of the boxes and walked towards Jake. He was smiling looking at the door.

“He’s here” he smiled not taking his eyes off the door.

“Who?” you asked, no emotion in your voice.

“Crowley.”

---

A/N: Part 2?

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[dee-vine]

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“Is this stupid? This has to be stupid, right?”

Archie doesn’t even look up from his spot on the couch, eyes trained on his phone. “No, Jughead. This is not stupid.”

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Five hour shifts at the cafe were hard enough without a headache. Betty woke up with a migraine that lasted even as she went to work. Now, as she unlocks the door to her apartment and steps in, she just wants to take a hot bath and go to bed early, but she has no such luck.

“Betty! You’re finally here, I’m so glad. I wanted to get your opinion on this patio set I found. The weather is getting nice again and we don’t have anywhere to sit out on the deck and I think this would totally --” Betty raises a hand to cut off the excited raven-haired girl. Veronica quickly shuts up, sensing her friend’s distress. “Are you okay? Was work not good today?”

“I have had the worst headache all day. And I know, I know we were supposed to go to that fondue place but I really just need to lie down. I’m sorry, V.” Betty moves to the couch and lays across it, closing her eyes and placing a pillow over her face. Veronica sits on the chair perpendicular to her, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and taking in her friend with concerned eyes.

“Don’t apologize Betty, it’s okay! We’ll stay in and have a girls night. I’ll let you use my aromatherapy soaps so you can take a nice bath, and I’ll make our own fondue and feed you chocolate covered strawberries while we watch romcoms. How does that sound?” Veronica replies giddily, taking the pillow from her face.

Betty peers over at her, her lips quirking up a bit.  “The lavender soaps?” she asks, her headache lessening at just the thought of them. Veronica nods and stands, holding her hands out to help Betty up. Betty takes the offer and follows her to the bathroom, letting Veronica set everything up for her. Before she leaves she thanks her with a hug, because she really couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

She met Veronica freshman year at NYU, being randomly paired with her as a roommate. When she first saw her, she was certain they wouldn’t get along. Veronica was visibly rich, wearing pearls with every outfit and flaunting her money. But she was also the kindest person that Betty had ever met. The moment she walked into the dorm, Veronica greeted her and complimented her outfit, even helping her organize all of her things. Betty had not expected it from her, but they instantly became best friends. Veronica showed her the ways of New York, which she very much needed considering she grew up in a small, boring town. They remained friends the whole year and decided to get an apartment together sophomore year, getting even closer because of it. They are going into their second year there now, staying in the city for the summer. The apartment was lavish because Veronica’s parents were paying for most of it, and Betty couldn’t really complain. Just a perk of having Veronica Lodge as her roommate and best friend.

A knock breaks Betty out of her relaxation, Veronica telling her that the fondue is waiting for her when she’s done with her bath. Betty reckons she spent long enough in the tub, her fingers pruny and her headache, thankfully, gone. She wraps a towel around herself as she steps out of the tub, draining the water and walking into her bedroom, thankful for the ensuite. She throws on a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized NYU sweatshirt before stepping out of her room. Veronica had set up the fondue on the coffee table, complete with strawberries, angel food cake, raspberries, bananas, and marshmallows. She is currently sitting on the couch, searching through a handful of DVDs for something to watch.

“Ronnie, did you really make all of this?” Betty asks, doubt in her voice. Veronica never really cooked growing up, always having things served to her.

The other girl looks up at her with the biggest smile on her face. “I did! I looked up a recipe on Pinterest. Although, I may have had to borrow some stuff from neighbors, but it was all me!” Veronica beams, seeming so proud of herself. Betty smiles and sits on the couch beside her, reaching over and dipping a strawberry in the melted chocolate. Veronica finally picks a movie, Leap Year, and settles back with her laptop again, chewing on a marshmallow. “You know that patio set I was telling you about? Well, I bought it; we have to pick it up next Wednesday. How exciting!”

Betty chuckles, picking another strawberry to eat. “Since when do you use Craigslist?”

“Since I found you can easily get cheap furniture to complete your home. Plus, it’s really fun to just browse! You never know what you can find.” Veronica types away at the keyboard, staring intently at the screen.

“Yes, exactly. You never know what you can find, V. There are creepy people on there.” She gives her a stern look, Veronica rolling her eyes and staring at her with an arched brow.

“Betty, I know what to look for. I am not going to get in any trouble, trust me.” Betty levels her with a look before turning back to the television, knowing when to back down from a fight. She’s heard the horror stories about websites like that, but she knows Veronica is both tough and smart. She watches the movie, munching on the treats and ignoring Veronica’s random comments about her Craigslist findings. In the movie, Anna and Declan are crashing the wedding when Veronica calls Betty’s name repeatedly, trying to get her attention.

“Ronnie, we really don’t need any more furniture. We have no place for it.” Betty says in a monotonous tone, keeping her eyes trained on the movie.

“It’s not furniture, Betty, it’s a gig!” Veronica exclaims, angling the laptop and pushing it towards her. “And you need to reply to it!”

This gets Betty’s attention and she snaps her head to look at the grinning girl, her face illuminated by the computer screen. “Why would I do that? I just told you how I feel about Craigslist.”

“Because,” Veronica says, dragging out the vowels, “This gig literally screams you. It’s an amature modeling gig --”

“Okay, now I know you’ve lost it because no part of that screams me,” she snorts, looking back at the movie.

“That’s exactly why it’s perfect for you! You don’t think you can do it, which is the reason that you should!” Veronica claps her hands to emphasize her statement, grinning at Betty. The latter turns back to her, officially thinking she has gone insane. She voices this, which causes Veronica to roll her eyes. “Betty. Think about it. This is an amature photographer, looking to build up a portfolio. Not professional, so not high-strung. The ad says you don’t need experience, and you just need to sit still and follow directions, which you are a pro at. You just need to send in any picture of you and then three facts about yourself. It’s as simple as that!”

“If it’s so simple, why don’t you do it then?” Betty mutters, glancing away from the laptop.

“Do you really think my ego needs that?” she questions, raising her eyebrows. Betty considers that and realizes that no, Veronica Lodge does not need any ego boosting.

“What if it’s a murderer? Or some crazy pervert?” she asks, her eyebrows knitting together in worry at all of the possible outcomes.

“I will make sure that doesn’t happen. I will do a full background check on him and will come with you if you really want me to,” Veronica assures, smiling again.

Betty bites her bottom lip, thinking it over. “I won’t get chosen,” she says quietly, bringing her knees up to her chest. “You know there is gonna be actual models replying to that. Or girls that should be models.”

“There’s no harm in trying,” Veronica reasons, sliding over to her.

She sighs, putting her legs back down. She looks at the laptop, reading over the ad again. “Only if you reply for me,” Betty finally agrees after a minute. A smile spreads across Veronica’s entire face, her eyes sparkling and face literally glowing.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I most definitely will!” Veronica squeals, positioning the laptop back on her lap. “You are so gonna get this gig,” she mutters, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Betty instantly regrets her decision as soon as Veronica goes to her Facebook and searches through her photos. “We are gonna need to pick the best picture to send. And when I say best, I mean the hottest. And that is gonna be hard because you are always hot.”

She laughs at the wink Veronica throws her way. “You flatter me, V.”

“I’m serious, Betty. You are gorgeous and every photo is perfect,” she tells her, scrolling through countless photos. “But I think this one is a winner.”

Betty looks at the screen to see a photo from about a year ago. It was Christmas Eve and they were snowed in for days prior, not being able to go home for the holidays. The snow, however, did not stop Veronica Lodge from having a spectacular holiday bash with friends from their old dorm. They dressed in their cutest holiday outfits, per Veronica’s request, and of course pictures were taken. Veronica took this particular one because she could not stop complimenting Betty’s outfit. She had chosen a dark red turtleneck sweater with a leather skirt and tights, her hair styled up and her lips painted with dark red lipstick as a last minute decision. Looking back at the picture now, Betty can admit that she did look different, if anything. She normally strays away from lipstick and dark colors but in the picture, she looked good.

“I think you’re right,” Betty says quietly, staring at the picture.

Veronica smirks, copying the picture onto the post. “Knew it. You’re welcome for my amazing photography skills. Now for facts.” At this, she stops completely, her head snapping towards Betty. “Betty, you have to have the best facts. Like, incredibly interesting facts.”

“Wow, V, thanks for boosting my ego.” Betty rolls her eyes, occupying herself by dipping a slice of banana in the chocolate.

“Betty, you know that’s not what I meant! I just mean we have to really intrigue this person, okay? You can tell by their writing that they’re going to be picky. So you have to stand out.”

“Why can’t I just be me?” Betty asks, not taking her eyes off the movie.

“You can! You will! But you just have to pick the best facts about you. Three facts, Betty. I think you should choose something about your family, something you like to do or something that inspires you, and something unique about yourself.” Veronica taps her chin, staring at the computer screen in thought.

“Give it to me,” Betty tells her, reaching for the laptop. She hands it over and watches as Betty immediately starts typing away.

“What are you writing?” Veronica inquires, leaning over to see. She reads them as Betty finishes, smiling slowly. “Yes, these should be perfect. Make sure to remember me when you’re off in Paris, America’s Next Top Model.”

A few days have passed since Jughead even checked on his Craigslist ad, and for two good reasons. At first, he didn’t even want to see because he was mad at Archie for forcing him into it, and who knows who was going to answer. The second reason he didn’t check was because he honestly forgot without Archie bugging him about it. Four days after he posted it, he found himself on his computer, opening the website.

To his surprise, he actually has a lot of replies. He scrolls through them, seeing countless boring selfies with basic facts that are not at all intriguing.

“Wow, your favorite color is pink. And so is yours. And yours,” Jughead mutters to himself, shaking his head. There are a few mildly interesting ones, but selfies are not telling of how photogenic someone is. Nor is a professionally photoshopped photo, because do they think he’s an idiot?

He hears Archie come back from his run but doesn’t turn around. His eyes are stuck on the screen because suddenly, he has found the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Her eyes are striking and Jughead finds himself lost in them, imagining how mesmerizing they’d look in person.

“She’s pretty,” he hears from behind.

Jughead snaps out of it, clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah. Pretty, yeah,” he stutters, trying not to stare at the picture too long. He scrolls a bit to look at the facts, hoping they stand out just like her eyes.

Hi! I’m Betty. I’m not normally asked for random facts, so not sure how great these are. For starters, I want to be a journalist and my literary hero is Toni Morrison. My parents are in charge of our smalltown newspaper back home, so when I was young I used to write up articles and they would pretend to publish them. And also, I love fixing up old cars and motorcycles with my dad. Not that interesting but that’s me. :)

Jughead smiles as he reads her post, trying not to be too endeared by the smiley face. She included her email at the end, as well as a “hope to hear from you!” to top it off.

“Is she the one, then? Since you’ve been staring for ten minutes, and all,” Archie smirks, poking his cheeks.

“Oh shut up,” Jughead grumbles, swatting his finger away.

Archie just laughs and leans closer, looking at the picture on the screen. “Well?” he asks, glancing expectantly at his best friend.

Jughead bites his lip, staring at the picture. He isn’t sure what exactly it is about her, but he is sold. “Yeah, yeah. She’s the one.”

Please let me know what you think! :) 

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[konnl]

Listen to Me – Part Two

After learning about the vicious epidemic seen on television, Janet and Craig soon discover that the violence has reached Mega Speed Print. The phone lines don’t work, the law enforcement is overwhelmed. Janet and Craig are on their own.

Listen To Me – Part Two is Februarys flash fiction that continues from Listen To Me – Part One. The story brings readers into an end-of-the-world themed thriller. Experience the story in written word, audio, artwork and soundscape.

Listen to Me – Part Two

Backup

Janet and Craig stared at one another for several moments while the sounds of screams echoed from the backroom of the print shop. Only two rooms apart, someone’s life was being taken away from them. Their co-workers, people who they saw every day were now fighting for their lives, and Craig and Janet just stood in their office, listening.

What do we do? Janet thought. She wanted to just run and get as far away from this chaos as she could. She also knew that there wasn’t anywhere to go. The TV showed the streets of London were far worse than the print shop, and the police weren’t picking up the phone.

“I want to try my mum,” Janet said, snagging the phone from Craig’s hand.

Craig scratched his neck and looked towards the entrance of the office room. “We might want to focus on what is right in front of us.”

Janet ignored his comment and punched the numbers of her mum’s home line and waited. The phone rang for several moments before a crackly old voice picked up, saying, “Hello, you have reached the residence of Lacey Harkovitch…”

“Voicemail,” Janet muttered while pressing on the hook to dial a new number. She had friends, ex-boyfriends, and family. She wasn’t alone in this situation and wasn’t going to give up just yet.

“Janet,” Craig said.

Janet punched in a number to her cousin’s and listened to the phone ringing again.

“Janet,” Craig said once more.

Janet raised her index finger, hoping it would silence Craig so she could try and get anyone on the line. She didn’t want to listen to whatever Craig had to say. He liked to ramble and small talk, so it was easy for her to shut him off. The phone continued to ring with no answer.

“No one is picking up!” Janet said. “I’ll try John,” her voice ended in a groan. The thought of her recent ex made her sick. At this point, she was willing to try anyone. She needed to hear a familiar voice.

“Janet!” Craig said sternly as he pressed on the hook of the dial, preventing her from making any more calls. The change in action from Craig caught her attention. He never acted out so intensely. He pointed to the other room, saying, “I think whatever we saw on the telly is happening right in the print shop. We best jet from here for our own safety.”

“I know,” Janet said.

“Then why are you still trying to dial different numbers?” Craig asked.

“I want to know if my loved ones are safe, I think.”

“So, you tried John?” Craig asked raising his eyebrow.

Janet let out a sigh and looked to the ground. “Alright, alright. I am scared! What the hell is going on, Craig?”

Craig pushed his glasses up with his finger, saying, “I don’t know, but we probably shouldn’t stick around here much longer. Whoever is out the in the backroom is still here.” He glanced around the office room, looking at the different desks. His eyes locked onto a hole puncher and rushed over to the desk and snagged the office supply. “We need weapons,” he said, shaking the hole puncher, causing paper fragments to fall out of the bottom.

“That’s not much of a weapon, Craig,” Janet said.

“Better than anything we have right now,” Craig said. “Come, stay behind me. There’s two of us and one of them.”

The Great Escape

The man crept with caution towards the office entrance. This was real, Craig was going to investigate. Janet had to follow. A part of her wanted to just hide under her desk and hope for the whole damn thing to blow over. At the same time, she couldn’t just leave Craig to fend for himself. Whoever was out there just took out at least two people on their own, who knows what type of madness was out there. Craig needed her to back him up.

Janet took a deep breath, thinking, you got this. She mustered up the courage and snagged her purse from the desk, she couldn’t leave that behind. She took a step forward, feeling every thread of the fabric of her clothing move against her skin. The adrenaline rushed through her body and amplified all of her senses.

The two reached the entrance, Craig took a step forward, exposing himself to the other room. He continued to move slowly, keeping the hole puncher held high, ready to strike. Janet entered the lobby, looking around to see that the room was empty. No customers were in view. The chairs were left as is. The entrance and the back room were eerily quiet. Usually, phones were ringing, clients were talking, and the loud machinery of the printers was going on all throughout the day. Now, there was only silence.

Janet took another step into the lobby and caught notice of a pool of blood oozing from behind the front desk where an older lady’s hand lay limp on the ground. That had to be Candice. The front desk monitor was missing. The keyboard, mouse and various papers were scattered over the surface area. There was a struggle here.

Janet lightly tapped Craig’s shoulder, causing him to jerk slightly. “Look,” she said quietly, pointing at the hand.

The two walked as one up to the counter and leaned over to see their boss was on the ground with glass shards in her skull. Blood oozed down her face beside the broken monitor. Her neck was red and blue, and some of her clothes were torn.

“Is she alive?” Janet asked.

Craig looked at her with a cold stare, saying nothing. His silence was enough for her to know what he was implying. Candice, their boss, was indeed dead.

“Should we check the back room?” Janet asked.

“Yeah, let’s see if anyone else is alive,” Craig said.

“Do you think? There was Candice, you, me, Mark, Daniel and Dan.”

“Don’t forget about Richard.”

“Was Richard working today?”

“I believe so.”

“Okay, okay.” Janet looked at the front entrance. “Okay,” Janet said while unbuckling her purse. She searched through it until she located her keys, feeling them jingle in her hands. “I can drive is around back?” Janet said.

“What for?”

“So we can approach it from the other end?”

“Maybe the killer is out back,” Craig said.

“I’d prefer if we didn’t run into them,” Janet said.

“We have to if we want to save everyone else,” Craig said.

“What is our plan here?” Janet snapped. “Honestly I want to get my car and get the hell out of here.”

“I say we go check on the others, besides I parked in the back,” Craig said.

“What?” Janet exclaimed.

“Hush!” Craig said.

“Why would you park in the back?” Janet asked.

“Because Candice was getting upset that the staff were taking up all of the front parking for the customers. I was just trying to keep the boss happy!”

A crash came from the back room, catching their attention. Craig held the hole puncher up high and stared at the back room just behind the front desk. The printers and shelves stacked with empty paper stocks could be seen from the doorway.

Company

“Someone is still back there,” Craig said. “Come on, let’s go check it out.”

“Craig, no, please. Can we just get to my car?” Janet begged.

Craig shook his head and took a step forward and then another. Janet looked at the front entrance and then at her co-worker who walked around the front desk, vastly approaching the back room doorway. She couldn’t leave him behind.

“Damn you, Craig,” Janet whispered under her breath. She hurried up to catch to Craig, carefully creeping around the front desk and Candice’s body. Janet caught up to her co-worker and slowed her pace to match his.

Craig glanced back at her and then forward as he stepped into the back room. The printers were still on, but they weren’t processing any of their jobs. The workers in the back were nowhere to be seen.

“Let’s check behind the next aisle, where the paper is kept,” Craig said while walking towards the next aisle, separated by shelves of paper stock and completed print jobs.

The sound of an object beating against something was now heard as they approached the new aisle. Craig slowed his walk down as he came up against the side of the shelves, a pace away from appearing down the hall. The pounding was louder now. It sounded like some kind of flesh.

Janet looked at Craig and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to expect on the other side of the shelf, but she knew they were soon to find out.

“Careful,” Craig said. “As one.”

The two synchronized their movement, both peeking around the shelf to see that a tall, gangly man with dark hair was on his knees, forehead against the floor. He raised his head up slowly, blood dripping from his face, and then slammed it back down onto the concrete, causing his face to crack and blood to splatter onto the floor.

Friends Are Crazy

“Mark?” Craig whispered.

“Look,” Janet said, nodding to two bodies behind the man. “Can you tell who those are?”

“That red sweater, Dan for sure. I think the other is Daniel from his height.”

“Where is Richard then?” Janet asked.

“I don’t know,” Craig muttered.

Mark let out a loud shout and stood up from his kneeled position. He continued to shout, throat tensing up and face squishing inward as he clenched his fist. He repeatedly slammed his fists into his bloody face. Coating his hand in a mixture of blood and saliva.

“Why is he doing that?” Janet asked.

“Maybe we can check the security camera? See what happened,” Craig whispered.

“Do you know how to access them?” Janet asked.

“No, Candice always has the key. Maybe it is in her office.”

“I say the hell with it,” Janet said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What about Richard?” Craig asked.

“He’s not here. We checked the lobby and the back room.”

Mark let out another loud shout and picked up speed, running in their direction.

“Look out!” Craig said, ducking back, pulling Janet with him.

The shouts grew louder as the footsteps thundered. Craig tightened his grip on his hole puncher, ready to attack. Mark dashed from the aisle and away from Craig and Janet, charging straight into the shelf against the wall. His impact caused the structure to wobble and topple down onto him, burying him in paper stock and wood. Pieces of paper flew off the shelves and into the air, scattering in random directions. Janet and Craig took several steps back, looking down to see that Mark was buried entirely by the paper and shelves.

“What was that about?” Janet asked.

Craig shook his head. “He has gone completely mad. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Is he dead?” Janet asked, taking a step closer.

Craig grabbed her wrist. “Don’t. I think it is safe to say he isn’t exactly conscious right now.”

A knock came from the exit leading to the lobby. The noise caused both of them to jump, spinning around to see a larger man with a neckbeard raise his hands up.

“Guys!’ he said.

“Richard!” Craig said while relaxing his arms. “Where the bloody hell were you?” he asked.

“In the washroom,” he shook his head. “Jesus, what is going on? I locked myself in when I heard all the chaos.”

“You chicken shit,” Janet cursed.

Craig and Richard look back at her, squinting at the sudden harsh language.

“I mean, it’s good to see you,” Janet said with a forced smile. The words even surprised Janet. She wasn’t usually one to lash out at people. Perhaps all the chaos and stress from work and this epidemic was making her a little loopy. Regardless, here they were, the last of Mega Speed Print. Now they could finally leave work. It’s not like the boss could give them grief for leaving early The country was in chaos.

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[pen-masta]

Duly Noted Part 4

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Castel has been spending his Saturday morning pacing around his room again and again. He picks up the letter off of his bed to examine it again. He’s held his black-light flashlight up to it in search of some kind of hidden message or hint that this is a prank--he’s found none. He has letters and cards from the past spread out on his bed. He has cross referenced the writing with notes from his mom, letters from the Curtis sisters, and cards from Joy. He’s even looked at ones from his dad and his brothers, just to be thorough. But the tone doesn’t match with any one’s writing.

He huffs and plops down in his computer chair. He just can’t believe this is real, there’s gotta be some kind of catch or something! He skims the letter over again. Your teeth sparkle and shine and are just as luminous as your smile itself, he reads in his head.

Okay so this is obviously from someone who has seen him and she must be from school because she talks about the catastrophe in the lunchroom yesterday. Who has he seen though? He doesn’t really conversate that often with any girls--other than Joy. And anytime he does it normally ends in laughter, but this obviously is a girl he hasn’t spoken to--if he had she probably wouldn’t have laughed at him or anything like that.

He sighs and grabs a pen off of his desk and he begins to click it as he concentrates. The person focuses mainly on his smile, so she’s definitely seen him around. She also mentions his intelligence and humor, no one can make a judgement like that based solely on a smile so she must have heard him speak. So she must be near him at some point in the day, maybe she’s in some of the same classes. And that perfume...he knows he’s smelled that scent before.

He taps his foot to the tempo of his pen clicking. She wants to get to know him better and he wants to know who she is. And there’s nothing else he can get from this single letter so...he might as well reach out to her and hope for the best.

He sighs and spins around to his laptop. He opens an email to the address she gave him and he starts to type. He deletes and rewrites it several times within the hour. When his fingers stop moving he takes his hands away from the keyboard and reads over the email.

Dear Secret Admirer,

Thank you for the compliments and I’m flattered--I’ll be honest you’ve kind of caught me off guard. Your letter came as a great surprise and it really did kind of lift my spirits from yesterday’s incident; but I’m still a little skeptical about all of this. Please understand it’s not that I don’t believe your intentions are true I am just not that quick to trust people--but I do want to trust you eventually. You mentioned that Catch Less Cassie is not a name I like, which is true, but it means I am single. I am single and I’m guessing you are too? And from what I understand the place you’ve seen me is at school, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen you. ‘I know you from school’ is a very vague statement. Is there a more specific connection we have?

You have me at a slight disadvantage, you appear to know a lot about me and I know nothing about you. You seem so interested in me, but I can’t say I am about you until I get to actually know you. I’d really like to get to know you better, and perhaps it seems weird but I think the best way to do that is if I ask you a few questions. Please just bare with me on this.

1. What is your favorite quote?

2. Do you judge a book by it’s cover? Please don’t say ‘no of course not’ I want an honest answer.

3. What’s one thing you hope we share on common ground?

4. If you could meet anyone past or present who would it be? Why?

I’m sure these questions sound strange, but if you really want to get to know me better you will answer. If you respond I’ll know you’re serious and that this is real. I hope to hear from you soon.

-Sincerely,

Castel Cubs

There. Informative, direct, and gets right down to business. He nods and presses send feeling very confident. If he gets a response alright, but if he doesn’t it’s not like it was really detrimental. He leans back in his chair and smiles a little at the thought of getting a response, a little mystery in his life would be exciting.

“Your move admirer,” he says and closes his laptop.

He looks at his watch and sighs a little seeing it’s almost three in the afternoon. He and Joy didn’t really do anything yesterday other than work, he didn’t even stay for dinner. He knew she really wanted to hang out and stuff last night--after all it was Friday night. But he was still feeling kind of depressed and then this whole secret admirer bizz came up; he just wasn’t in the mood for hanging out and having Friend Fun.

When they finished their work she had tried to get him to play some video games, but he declined and asked for a rain check. He looks out his window to see the sun shinning high in the big blue sky. He smiles feeling the warm breeze float through the open window and into his room.

“The orchard just opened up again and everything is in bloom,” he thinks out loud and stands up. “Maybe Jo-jo will want to go for a stroll.”

Feeling energetic and happy he pulls on his jean jacket as he hops down the stairs smiling.

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Haley comes down the steps to see Joy sprawled out on the couch dawning her old band t-shirt and fuzzy shorty-shorts she wore to bed last night. Her hair is a mess as she quietly munches on a bowl of Fruit Loops, watching colorful cartoons.

She smiles warmly at her baby sister and hops into the spot next to her.

“Hey short stack,” Haley smiles. “It’s three o’clock, are you not planning on getting dressed anytime today?”

Joy smirks and swirls her spoon around in her half empty cereal bowl, “Nope I’m bummin’ it today.”

Haley nods, “I’m guessing Castel will not be making an appearance today?”

Joy shrugs and sighs a little, “Not today, hose-ah.” She smiles weakly, “He was still really down yesterday so I’m sure he’ll be brooding all weekend.”

“He did seem kind of out of it yesterday,” Haley nods.

Joy hums in agreement munching on another spoon full of colorful circles. Haley can feel her sister’s sorrow, Joy is never herself when she doesn’t get to be with Castel. Yeah he needs his time and she gets that, but when he needs time alone it effects Joy’s alone time greatly. She hates seeing her peppy, energetic, bubbly sister down in the dumps without her best friend. She decides to move the subject in a different direction.

“Did he get the letter?” Haley asks propping her feet up on the coffee table.

“He did,” Joy smiles. “He didn’t share it with me though so I’m not sure what he thinks of it.”

Haley nods, “So do you think he responded to our little note?”

Joy shrugs, “Not sure.”

“You haven’t checked the email?” Haley asks in surprise.

Joy shrugs again, “No I haven’t. I didn’t think he’d respond at all this weekend, what with the way he was acting yesterday.”

“Well maybe he did,” Haley says excitedly. “Come on get your laptop! Let’s see!” She says poking Joy’s side repeatedly until she giggles and bats Haley’s hand away.

“Alright, alright you win. I’m getting up.” Joy giggles and puts her bowl down on the coffee table.

She opens her laptop and logs into the email account she made the other day for Castel’s secret admirer.

“We should come up with a name for her,” Haley pipes as Joy logs in.

“What for?” Joy asks

“Well if Castel is as great of a detective as you say,” she smirks, “he’ll probably start trying to research her soon. So if we make a name for her and set up like an account on some social media cite it’ll kind of throw him a bone.”

“Well I don’t know that seems kind of--hey! He responded!” Joy squeaks and opens the message.

She reads it out loud and Haley skims over it as Joy reads. 

“Sincerely, Castel Cubs.” Joy chews her bottom lip before sighing loudly, “Gosh he’s so smart!”

“This is gonna get tricky,” Haley hums. “If you answer them like you would he’ll get suspicious. You gotta word them very carefully short stack.”

“I thought we were doing this together?” Joy asks

“No,” Haley smiles. “I said you were writing the notes to him, I’ll just be here for help and ideas.”

Joy playfully scowls at her sister and Haley sticks her tongue out at Joy.

“Alright let’s see,” Joy hums rereading Castel’s email. “Well I think we should start out the email just talking, maybe another compliment. Then go into his questions.”

Haley nods, “I agree.”

“I think it’s only fair to ask him questions too,” Joy smirks. “Because then his secret admirer will get to know him better.”

Haley smiles, “Yeah. Oh! How about Abby!”

“Abby for what?”

“Her name,” Haley says.

Joy wrinkles her nose, “Cassie would never be into an Abby.”

Haley scowls, “Ok how about Nichole.”

Joy snorts, “To pretentious.”

“Taylor?”

“Too plain.”

“Mary?”

“Too basic.”

Haley huffs, “Ok Miss Know It All how about you pick a name.”

Joy pauses for a moment searching for the perfect name for their mystery girl.

“How about Robin.”

“Robin?”

Joy smiles, “Yeah Robin Violet Gray. Kind of unique, interesting, and mysterious.”

“Alright,” Haley agrees. “Robin it is.”

Joy smiles and looks back at the computer screen, “Ok so let’s get down to business.”

“To defeat,” Haley smiles.

“THE HUNS!!!” The two girls sing loudly before giggling.

“Alright seriously though,” Haley smiles. “Let’s start with the compliment. What else is great about Castel?”

“Well we’ve already complimented his smile, his humor, his brains, and his body...” Joy hums and twirls her hair around her finger thinking. “I think we can go with--”

Joy is cut off by a loud knocking. The two both eye the door from the couch then look at each other. They have a quick rock, paper, scissors battle to see who will get up to answer the door. Joy growls pouting that she lost as she waddles to the door.

“Little hi little low,” she smiles as she opens the door.

“Little hey little ho,” Castel grins back completing the movie quote.

Joy blinks in surprise, “Cassie! Wow I didn’t expect to see you today.” She grins hearing Haley slam the laptop closed behind her.

Castel chuckles, “I see that.” He says gesturing to her attire.

Joy playfully sticks her tongue out at him, “What the hey hey why you over here?”

“What am I not welcome anymore?” He teases

Joy rolls her eyes, “No dum-dum I just figured you were still upset about the whole...you know and I wouldn’t be seeing ya at all this weekend. Not to mention I haven’t heard from you so...” she shrugs.

Castel rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly, “Yeah, yeah I’m sorry about that. I should have just let it go and stuff.”

Joy smiles kindly, “No need to be sorry I know it was really upsetting for you Casanova.”

He smiles softly before clearing his throat, “Anyways I was wondering if you were busy?”

Joy chews her bottom lip, “Well I’m actually in the middle of something with Haley right now.”

His eyes show his hurt, even though he manages to hold his smile. As soon as Joy sees the darkening of his eyes she knows she’s made a grave mistake.

“Oh well if you’re busy it’s ok.” He nods and turns to leave, but she grabs the sleeve of his jacket.

“Cassie what is it?” She asks concerned.

He shrugs and suddenly finds the ground really interesting, “I was just wondering if you wanted to go down to the orchard with me. It’s a beautiful day out I thought maybe we could just...” he clears his throat. “But it’s ok no worries, I understand you’re busy.”

Sugar! His rain check! Ugh! Why did she say she was busy!?

“Cassie,” she starts but he smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s cool Jo-jo you’re not even dressed to go out. We can go another day or--hey!” He yelps when she pulls him inside the house.

“Give me ten minutes,” she instructs tossing him onto the couch before spinning around to Haley. “We’ll finish up later sis.” She says before dashing up the stairs.

Castel sits up on the couch and readjusts his jacket. He nods to Haley as his greeting and she smiles back at him.

“What were you guys working on? Not something super important I hope.” He smiles a little truly worried he’s interrupted some major project or conversation between Haley and her sister.

Haley shakes her head and tucks the laptop under her arm, “Nothing important at all Cas, I assure you. Don’t worry about it, just some girl stuff.” She stands up and heads to the den, “Go have fun with her Cassie.” She says before disappearing.

He sits alone on the couch hearing the sound of muffled footsteps running back and forth on the floor above him. A smile curls his lips looking forward to spending some long over due alone time with Joy. He’s glad he came over.

[tillie-bean]

EchoDragon Reads: Predictable Pretentious Pokémon Plot. Chapter 2, Part 2

Hi guys, Echo here. I’m back with more Predictable, Pretentious- you know what? I’m not even going to say it. It’s the worst title ever. EVER.

Well, here we are again. It’s always such a pleasure. In this part, Bitchy McF*ckface decides to be even stupider, and even more hateful, and she abuses a canon character, who is so OOC that I’m not sure she’s a canon character anymore. So, let’s dive straight back into this shit fest.

 I looked up at the sky, a herd of Pidove (I am sure this is the wrong way to describe a group of Pidove, and something like a flock is more appropriate but I honestly don’t know so I am just going to use herd) were flying above, towards the woods that surrounded Nuvema Town.

EchoDragon: WHHAAAAATTTTT? The f*ck am I reading?

With the sun falling across the sky pretty soon the skies will no longer be filled with the dumb looking bird Pokemon, and instead will be filled with disgusting, ugly Woobat.

EchoDragon: Why is Bitchy being given a Pokémon? She clearly doesn’t like them. I actually like Woobat, and Pidove.

“Hey Jas, stop looking up and get a move on.”

EchoDragon: I hate this fic.

Josh was a mile ahead of me ad had long since let go of my hand to storm ahead.

EchoDragon: Yeah, I kind of guessed that he’d let go. Unless you have stretchy arms, like Mrs. Incredible.

I have no idea how someone could run so fast for so long, but he was somehow doing it. This stuffy school uniform wasn’t helping me keep up the pace, especially the tie that seemed to strangle me at times. I wanted to reply, but I was panting far too much and was too out of breath for me to speak coherently and for him to hear me anyway.

EchoDragon: What the f*ck? Half of that is completely redundant.

By the time that I finally caught up to him he was standing up in front of Professor Juniper’s laboratory with his arms crossed, and an annoyed look on his face.

EchoDragon: This guy is such a douche bag. Someone think of a good nickname for him. I don’t have enough brain cells left to think of a good one.

“HURRY UP SLOWPOKE!”

EchoDragon: What the f*ck? Why is he yelling? She’s RIGHT THERE. I hate him. Not quite as much as I hate Bitchy, but it’s pretty close. Oh, and you see that comma in the previous sentence? Yeah, maybe we should move it into this sentence. There we go! Perfect!

I bent over with my hands on my knees, panting heavily.

EchoDragon: Gah! Do not want!

I could feel sweat rolling down my face, and I could feel that the back of my shirt was a little moist.

EchoDragon: Jesus, the wording is just making this worse. I said I wasn’t going to review smut, damnit!

I could already tell that I would probably look like a common slob in the eyes of the Professor. But those were the cards I was dealt with, so complaining about my current state won’t do anything.

EchoDragon: S*it! What happened? Where am I? Why did we change tense all of a sudden? Oh, wait. I know. AUTHOR IS S*HIT AT WRITING AND I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! *dies*

Once I was upright and no longer panting I brushed my hand through my hair, and it had predictably gone from neat and straight to untidy and messy.

EchoDragon: Guys, there were so many missing commas in that sentence that my word processor freaked out a bit. Seriously, it made a weird noise and crashed. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!

I quickly patted it down, so that I at least looked presentable enough even though I knew deep down that this wouldn’t fix anything.

EchoDragon: This writing. I hate it so much. Everything is filler, and when people speak, author doesn’t even tell us who spoke, or how they said it. Jesus, at least you can identify who’s speaking in Twilight! And I hate that s*it.

“Alright, let’s go… in.”

EchoDragon: *facepalms* See what I mean?

“Finally. You are far too slow”

EchoDragon: Hey, author? Do you know how punctuation works? No? Didn’t think so.

Honestly I think the problem is that he is far too fast. 

EchoDragon: Bitchy. Please. Shut the f*ck up.

We both stood in front of the door, and Josh thrust the door open before he quickly marched in.

EchoDragon: Oh, God. Please stop using words like ‘moist’, and ‘thrusted’. They have overly sexual implications.

I followed him sheepishly, trying to keep the pace with him.

EchoDragon: *weakly* The f*ck am I reading?

As he walked through the very… for lack of a better phrase sciency looking building many people kept trying to grab Josh’s attention, probably to tell him he couldn’t be where he is.

EchoDragon: WHAT? YOU JUST USED THE WORD ‘SCIENCY’. MY COMPUTER DOESN’T EVEN RECOGNISE THIS AS A WORD. IT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR THE WORD. I HATE THIS FIC! *dies whilst flipping off the fic*

However he refused to hear any of it, and ignored all their attempts to get their attention.

EchoDragon: I’m fed up of this. I’m going to start a new count. Department of redundancy department. Trust me, this fic needs it. So, I’ll start here, and give it 1.

Department of Redundancy Department: 1

Also, what the f*ck? ‘To get THEIR attention’? That’s not just a typo, that’s pure stupidity.

I just followed him, and fortunately none of them tried to hassle me, since I would probably have stopped and listened to them.

EchoDragon: *as Bitchy* Then I would have yelled and stropped until they left me alone! That’s just what I do!

We kept marching through, all the way until we got to the back of the building, right up until we saw a very attractive looking woman sitting at a desk, typing away rapidly like she was doing something important.

EchoDragon: Speaking as a scientist, when I’m working, I don’t want to be disturbed by bratty teenagers. If she’s working, back the f*ck away, you little bitch.

She was obviously so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t realize we were approaching her, which was shown by how much she jumped when Josh slammed his hand down onto her desk hard.

EchoDragon: He did what, sorry? Not only was that so rude, I can’t even, but he did it ‘HARD’? I don’t know about you, but I think it sounds stupid in this sentence. Also, it sounds vaguely dirty.

“ALRIGHT, WHERE ARE OUR POKEMON!”

EchoDragon: F*ck you! If you wrote that sentence better, you wouldn’t have to use ALL CAPS.

They aren’t your Pokemon, they aren’t even mine yet technically.

EchoDragon: We already established that you only get ONE of the Pokémon, not all three. You know it’s bad when continuity is lost in the SAME CHAPTER.

Juniper recovered from her shock and frowned at the sight of Josh.

EchoDragon: If it was me, I’d have them kicked out before they could even take a breath.

She looked like she was going to scream blue murder (which is a term I have never understood) which would probably be very uncharacteristic for her frankly pleasant appearance.

EchoDragon: So, let’s see how bad this sentence was, hmm? Well, we have a very long winded sentence, a random author’s note, and stupid, pretentious phrasing. I rate this sentence: GOBSHITE! 

I had never seen the professor before but I quite expected her to look… well ugly given the whole ‘scientist’ thing.

EchoDragon: Oh, F*CK YOU. NO. YOU’RE SAYING THAT SCIENTISTS CANNOT BE PRETTY, IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING? WELL, THAT’S ME F*CKED. I’M A GENETICS STUDENT, AND I DIDN’T GET PERFECT GRADES, SO ACCORDING TO BITCHY, I’M NOT GOING TO GET ANYWHERE IN MY LIFE, AND NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, AUTHOR. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LIFE WORKS. IT’S NOT ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK, OR HOW SMART YOU ARE. IF IT WAS, BITCHY WOULDN’T GET ANYWHERE IN HER LIFE. I HATE THIS, AND I HATE YOU. THIS IS THE MOST INSULTING THING I HAVE EVER READ. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. I’M CONSIDERING PUTTING A PICTURE OF MY FACE HERE, JUST TO SHOW THAT WHILE I’M NO SUPERMODEL, I’M NOT COMPLETELY BUTT-UGLY, EITHER. I HATE YOU. I HATE THIS FIC, I HATE MY LIFE, I HATE UNIVERSITY, I HATE POKÉMON AMINO, AND I HATE EVERYTHING! *dies*

I mean her hair looked incredibly practical and weird but apart from that, she was almost as good looking as I am.

EchoDragon: *reads that sentence and remains dead*

Anyway, I digress.

EchoDragon: *lifts her head from her desk* Author just wanted to sound smart, and has no idea what it really means. It doesn’t work here.

Juniper looked like she was about to scream about something until she noticed me standing behind Josh.

EchoDragon: What do you think she was going to scream about? He just f*cking interrupted her in the middle of her work!

Once she did her face seemed to light up, like I was some sort of bringing of good news for her or something.

EchoDragon: I’m trying to think of something different to say, but Jesus tap-dancing Christ, what happened in this sentence? Did author have a stroke and hit the keyboard repeatedly? Or was author completely pissed?

It was almost creepy how much her facial changed at the mere sight of me. Then again for someone of my appearance (and probably soon to be stature) I will have to get used to soliciting that reaction from people.

EchoDragon: Woah, woah, woah. Do you know what you just said? ‘Soliciting’. Do you know what that means? I didn’t think it was used right, so I googled it. And do you know what it means? ‘To approach or accost a person with an offer of sex in return for payment.’ Yeah. Bitchy just called herself a prostitute.

Speaking of, how old is Jasmine supposed to be? I assumed that she was around 15, but she implies that she hasn’t grown her boobs yet. Now, I can’t say anything in that respect (I’ve been waiting 20 years for boobs), but if she’s supposed to be, say, 11, then why is she constantly going on about how pretty she is? It’s creepy!

“Well, you are Jasmine aren’t you?”

EchoDragon: oh, great. Our first canon character is completely OOC. I hate my life.

Her voice was incredibly soothing, like her voice was literally giving you a massage. If I was a guy I would be all over this woman.

EchoDragon: Get your hand out of your pants, author. I’m trying to avoid the way she refuses to let her self-insert be a lesbian, because I really don’t want to get into that. I’ll let you guys rant about that.

“Yes, ma’am.”

EchoDragon: Are we done yet?

“Well I assume you are here for your Pokemon. But you are a bit early for it. Fortunately for you I got them ready yesterday.”

EchoDragon: Wanna know something? Every time I type, I try and insert commas where they should be. Then I get sad.

Well, that’s convenient for Josh at least. I was going to say something before that man in question interrupted me.

EchoDragon: Commas are a fact of life. Tell me, author. Why do you hate life?

“Sweet, now can you give me one?”

EchoDragon: Maybe if you ask NICELY, then she might allow you to have one.

The second he spoke Professor Juniper’s face lost its calm demeanour, and once again she had a look on her face like she had just been insulted.

EchoDragon: *sighs* Professor Juniper doesn’t strike me as a woman with a short temper. She’s a POKÉMON PROFESSOR. She is one of the smartest people in the Pokémon world. She doesn’t seem like a woman who loses it over little things. I mean, she could be like that, but a more logical characterisation of her is that she is a little distracted when it comes to real-life, but when she is working in her lab, or with her Pokémon, she is so focused and happy. She comes across as responsible, intelligent and a really awesome person in general. SO WHAY HAVE YOU TURNED HER INTO A PSYCOPATH?

She looked at Josh, and the glare she gave him could pierce steel. It was horrifying, this professor was scary.

EchoDragon: Yeah, you should be scared. Actually, no, you should be intimidated. She’s one of the smartest people in the region.

“And why would I give someone like you one of my Pokémon?”

EchoDragon: Aww, yeah! Go Juniper! Shut that s*it down!

Her voice now sounded chilling, and sent shivers down your spine.

EchoDragon: hey! Don’t assume her voice sends shivers down MY spine. I don’t care what fetishes you have, I’m not into them, ok?

It was a voice that I would expect murders to have.

EchoDragon: Will you stop describing her as creepy and evil? She’s not. She’s awesome, at least in canon.

This new demeanour had definitely gotten to Josh, and he had backed away.

EchoDragon: WHY DOES IT TAKE THIS LONG TO GET A POKÉMON?

“Eh-I… well, ummmmm…”

EchoDragon: What the f*ck? You could say ‘Josh stuttered’, and it would have worked far better.

He was stumbling and fumbling his words, as he tried to explain why he wanted a Pokemon.

EchoDragon: Why didn’t he just ask for one politely, like normal people would?

His plan that he was so eager to drag me out here for was falling apart all because of a scary looking story.

EchoDragon: That sentence hurt my head. It makes sense, but it looks like it doesn’t. Do you know what I mean?

That’s pathetic, and it was up to me to fix it.

EchoDragon: Nice. You call your only friend ‘pathetic’, and you wonder why people don’t like you?

“Well since you are only giving me one Pokemon out of three, and you only give out one scholarship then you have two spare Pokemon. So, since you will have two spare Pokemon that you will probably give away, it makes sense to give it to someone that I, the deserved winner of your scholarship approve of.”

EchoDragon: Oh, for f*ck’s sake! Is she seriously saying that she has the power to dictate to someone who is older and smarter than her, and is doing her a favour and giving her a Pokémon, which she apparently couldn’t do on her own? Great. I hate this fic, and I really hate Bitchy. Please tell me that Juniper drop kicks her out of the lab.

I explained Josh’s plan concisely,

EchoDragon: and repetitively, because you used the same sentence twice in your little speech.

Making the decision to pretend it was mine.

EchoDragon: so you’re a plagiarist, now? Why am I not surprised.

For some reason I thought that would go over better with this angry, female Pokemon Professor.

EchoDragon: Why did you have to emphasise that she’s a woman? It’s not that unusual to find female scientists, you know. We’re two a penny!

And as luck would have it, it did. Juniper was once again smiling as she looked at me.

EchoDragon: Why is Juniper in love with Bitchy? Then again, why is everyone in love with her? She’s not a nice person.

“Well, I have never done it before but given your ridiculous scores in the tests for this scholarship I think I can bend the rules, but it will be our little secret.”

EchoDragon: Why are you letting this little f*ckwit dictate to you? You’re so important, you’re practically royalty!

Juniper winked at me after she spoke. What the hell does she think I am, a five year old or something? Don’t patronize me you bipolar nerd.

EchoDragon: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER? NOPE. I AM SO DONE. YOU ARE CALLING ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN THE UNOVA REGION A BIPOLAR NERD. I AM A NERD, AND I AM OFFENED. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOU ARE USING A MENTAL ILLNESS TO INSULT SOMEONE WHO IS BETTER THAN YOU. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HORRIBLE THAT IS? I HATE YOU! I’M IN A RAGE! THIS IS THE MADDEST I’VE EVER BEEN! *begins swinging a cactus around* F*CK THIS S*IT! I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT!

                    TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY.

 EchoDragon: Have you ever been so mad you started swinging a cactus? Word of warning: Don’t do it. It hurts. But she deserved it! Jesus Christ, how rude can you get, I mean- I’m calm. It’s all fine. So, back to the fic?

The professor stood up, and opened one of the draws in her desk before pulling out three pokeballs.

EchoDragon: Yeah, that’s a really bad typo. This is why there’s a thing called proof reading, author.

She walked in front of her desk, and held the balls up in the air.

“Well, you will get to pick one of these three Pokemon.”

EchoDragon: Everyone says ‘well’ when they start speaking, for some reason. It sounds stupid.

Juniper smiled as she dropped all three Pokeballs onto the ground at the same time. Once the balls fell down they seemed to react to the impact, and they all opened.

EchoDragon: because DRAMA!

Once they were opened the three balls released three small and unique Pokemon that all cried out in unison.

EchoDragon: ‘Ahhhh! It’s a Mary Sue! Run for your lives!’

These Pokemon were an orange coloured pig, a blue sea otter sort of thing and a green legged snake.

EchoDragon: What? ‘a blue sea otter sort of thing’? Are you kidding me?

I knew what these Pokemon were, their names are Tepig, Oshawott and Snivy.

EchoDragon: Of course she knows what they are called! She knows EVERYTHING! Bitch.

“I would love to do this more officially but hey, you are the one that came here early.”

EchoDragon: Umm, OOC Juniper? You could make it more official. You call the shots here, not that bimbo.

I stood there, weighing up the pros and cons of each Pokemon. This was an important decision that I would have to make, which would literally affect everything.

EchoDragon: Oh, f*ck you! I’m sorry, but this is going to drag out forever, and then she’ll pick the cutest one, because she could never have a snake or a button-nosed Pokémon!

However, Josh didn’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation and without thinking rushed over towards the three Pokemon. He was smiling as he picked up the Oshawott and its Pokeball.

EchoDragon: He probably DID think of it, Bitchy. You just didn’t care, and you would mock his choice whatever he chose.

“Alright then, I pick this one. Thank you creepy Professor. I would love to stick around but i have places to go and people to see. Bye bye.”

EchoDragon: WHY DO YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE WOMAN WHO HAS JUST GIVEN YOU A POKÉMON? Oh, right. This isn’t Professor JUNIPER. This is Professor Stupider. Never mind.

He was already rushing towards the door as he finished speaking, which was the norm for him. However Professor Juniper was going red, and once again looked like she was about to kill someone. This lady was so schizophrenic it was worrying. She turned back to me, and her face was now sympathetic looking. How the hell does one person go from extremes so damn quickly?

EchoDragon: *Stands up*

*rages silently*

*flaps hands a bit*

*sits back down*

I… don’t care for that.

“Sorry about that Jasmine. Why do you associate with someone so rude? You were supposed to get to pick first. I thought that rude child would realize that.”

EchoDragon: He’s the only person who will associate with Bitchy. Not the other way round.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t going to pick the Oshawott anyway, by my analysis it is not the strongest of the three.”

EchoDragon: I hope she’s not saying what I think she’s saying…

I wasn’t lying. From my quick analysis of the three I had quickly come to the conclusion that there was one Pokemon that was significantly better than the other two.

EchoDragon: F*ck. She was saying what I thought she was saying. Well, let me tell you something, Bitchy. THAT IS NOT HOW POKÉMON WORK. You cannot just look at a Pokémon, and instantly know if they’re strong. The only way you can really measure the ability of a Pokémon is by actually battling with them. You are a liar, and I hate you.

I smiled, and walked over towards the two pokemon. I knelt in front of the Tepig and picked it up in my hands. Once I picked it up it smiled, obviously aware of what me picking it up meant. I held it in my right hand as I picked up its Pokeball and stood up. I looked over a Juniper.

EchoDragon: I f*cking hate this. I don’t care about any of this. This is so BORING. You hyped this up for two f*cking chapters, and made it seem like the biggest decision she would ever make, yet now she’s saying that she would only choose a strong Pokémon. Twat.

“I pick the Tepig”

EchoDragon: Called it!

Well guys, there we have it. After two chapters, we finally have the tiniest hint that this is a Pokémon fic. I’m really pissed off. The only thing that got me through this was two of my flatmates doing a very dramatic reading of the last scene. So I didn’t suffer alone!

So, I’m sure many of you are wondering: Is Bitchy a Mary Sue? Well, yes. Yes she is, kids. When I took the Mary Sue litmus test, Bitchy gained a grand total of… 110! She is most definitely a Mary Sue.

Thanks for reading, guys! At some point in the past week, I surpassed 200 followers, so I’m going to do a thing ASAP, which might be fun? Keep a lookout for it!

Bye for now, puddings!

 ~Echodragon

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[my-youngworld88]

Dark Space: Chapter 9

In deep space, the crew of the commercial starship MOYA is awakened from their hyper-sleep capsules halfway through their journey home to investigate a distress call from an alien vessel on an unknown planet. Terror starts to unfold as one of the aliens gets a hold of the ship and takes off each crew member one by one.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

“Something isn’t right…” Stacy started as she watched Kit put back on his shirt. Stacy sat at the far end of the corner of the cafeteria room; she pulled her hair back into a pony tail as Kit was slowly putting back on his clothes.

“What do you mean?” Kit asked his girlfriend. He grabbed his shoes from the side of the table and walked over to sit right next to her.

“I think something is up with James” Stacy pointed out.

“He has been super quite throughout this whole ordeal and he still hasn’t given us a report” She explained. Kit finally put on his shoes and fully looked at his girlfriend.’ Stacy is right’ Kit thought. ‘He has been quite’.

“Also I feel like he is lying about the reports” Stacy confessed. Kit stared at his girlfriend intently and listened on.

“I know for a fact S.I.S.T.E.R always updates its systems and data every hour and this whole nightmare has been going on for six hours now…” Stacy said.

“There are tons of updates…” She added. Kit looked down on the ground intently and didn’t say a word. He stood up where he sat in the cafeteria and looked down at his tired girlfriend.

“Well let’s go see what S.I.S.T.E.R has updated” Kit finally said.

*~*

Stacy punched in the key codes to access MOYA’s main computer system to S.I.S.T.E.R. Kit stepped in first as he sat down in front of the controlling system. The room was heavily lit and it was surrounded by buttons, computer screens and keyboards.

Stacy stood behind Kit as he punched in his own codes to access S.I.S.T.E.R.’s computer systems. He typed a status report for the past 8 hours. S.I.S.T.E.R. ran through every account that happened in the past 8 hours but something suspicious started to pop up.

For the past four hours S.I.S.T.E.R. didn’t record any data into its system. Kit typed in status report for the past four hours and the only thing that kept popping up on the screen was “unclassified”.

“How is this shit unclassified when I have the fucking codes?!” Kit cursed loudly.

“Move a sec” Stacy said. Kit traded places with Stacy and she sat down with a huff in front of the computer screen.

Stacey looked in a different access code into the classified files under James account. Once in, Stacy looked up all the data information in the past five hours and what they found stunned both her and Kit…

“What the fuck…” Kit breathed as he read through an updated report. James gave different data of the creature and how it’s killings was evolving. He calculated blood samples and different items at each killing site.

“Go to today’s data” Kit ordered. Stacy typed in the codes and uploaded were data information on what the creature was and what to do when the ship lands back home…James had contact with their commanding officers on earth and he had been ordered to return the alien to the crew’s home base. Also in the report they considered everyone in the crew expendable if anything where to happen.

Kit started fuming.

“Kit...” Stacy looked up at her boyfriend as he started to storm off the room. Stacy ran after Kit as he stormed off into one of the corridor, just as Stacy was closing the access computer doors she turned around and was face to face with James.

“Kit!” Stacy yelped as James grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her up in the air. He threw her up against the door and was ready to strike her when he abruptly let go of her and she watched as James was being flung to the floor.  

Kit stood over James and grabbed him by the shirt and angrily pulled his head up.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LIE TO US!!!" Kit yelled.

"You knew all along!" Just as Kit was ready to pull James on his feet but James grabbed a blunt object off the floor and started to bash Kit over the head with it.

Kit fell to the floor in a heap as he held the back of his head. James got up and continued to hit Kit repeatedly on his arm with the piped object. Blood escaped Kit's mouth as he withered in pain.

Just as James was about to go through another blow, Stacy ran behind him and jumped on his back to try and choke him from behind. But James brute strength took Stacy and slammed her on to the hard ground.

With this distraction, Kit quickly stood up and side punched James in the face and it temporarily put him off balance. The force of the punch didn't stop James from grabbing Kit by the neck and forcefully slammed him up against the wall.

Air was escaping from Kit's lips as he tried to force air back into his lungs, but James brutal strength and hands gripped his throat and Kit could feel his conscious slipping but then something forced his body to the ground and the grip on his throat loosen.

Kit coughed and tried to catch his breath when he looked up to find Daniel holds James in a head lock and they both were thrashing about. Kit quickly looked over and found his girlfriend Stacy lying on the floor...holding her head in pain. He watched as Chiana ran to her and tries to see if Stacy was okay. Kit's glare went back to James and Daniel now fighting in the middle of the room.

Kit looked to the side of him and found the blunt pipe that James was hitting him with. Kit picked up the pipe and angrily struts over to where James was now hovering over Daniels body.

Just as James smugly turned around, Kit with all his anger and might swung the pipe over James head and with just that one swing, James head went rolling across the floor.

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"Holy shit!" Daniel yelled in shocked as James head went rolling on to the floor and landed right next to the door. Chiana screamed in fright as James head rolled passed her.

It wasn't the fact that Kit took off a man's head that shocked Daniel or made Chiana scream in terror...it was the discolored fluid that came out of James body. The color of James blood was a blue greenish color that resembled much like the aliens blood.

Kit backed away from James decapitated body as it moved and withered about. Its blood started seeping through the interior of the room and the body started making hissing and clicking sounds.

The decomposing acid body fell to a heap on the floor and started to disintegrate to the ground.

Kit looked in disbelief at what he just witnesses. Kit looked over at James severed head as it started to twitch and squirm.

"Holy fuck..." Daniel breathed heavily in fear.

"Kit...you okay man?" Daniel asked as he stood up from the ground. Kit didn't say a word as he was still trying to gather what the hell he just witnessed. Daniel gathered himself and walked over to his commanding officer.

"Kit look at me" Daniel pleaded as he put his broad hands on his shoulder. Kit looked up at his friend, in still disbelief.

"Are you okay?" Daniel caught Kit's attention as he nodded his head yes. Daniel took the half degenerated pipe from Kit and slowly walked over to check on the women that were lying on the floor.

Kit broke out of his lucid trance and realized that his girlfriend was still injured. Kit walked over to his girlfriend and helped her up off the floor. Once everyone checked on each other, they gathered themselves in the middle of the room.

"What the fucking was he?" Chiana asked as she held on to Stacy's arm.

"I..." Kit started as he looked up at everyone in the room. For the first time in his entire career as being a warrant officer...he couldn't give his team an explanation.

"I really don't know what the hell he is" Kit said in a huff.

Kit and the crew gathered up everything that they could in the room, along with James severed head and the disengaged pipe that Kit hit him with. They all gathered themselves back into the front part of the ship in the control room. Daniel took James head and placed it on top of one the computer controllers. Stacy, who was still injured, sat down on one of the computer controllers and type in some key codes.

"James has the same blood as this creature" Stacy pointed out.

"I'm putting this in the data base and seeing what is going on..." Chiana sat herself right next to her friend while Kit stood behind Stacy's chair and Daniel stood in front of the remaining crew.

It took a few moments before Stacy found what she was looking for and this information terrified her.

"What? What's wrong?" Chiana asked as she looked at the screen confused. Stacy's faced looked shocked and perplexed as she read the information out loud.

"Medical & Science officer James E.L was a bio-project experiment that was assigned to the MOYA ship, using an unidentified being and Android DNA to create a hybrid being to replace any and all officers on requiring missions"

"This droid was assigned to capture its half DNA creature in full and return all analysis and data back to our earth...even at the expense of any and all human personnel..." Stacy paused to look over at her now seething boyfriend.

"So our fucking company set this shit all up" Kit stated as he felt his blood boiling in his veins.

"But that's not all my love..." Stacy said, not caring if anyone caught on that they were dating. There were more important matters at hand.

"This little project has been going on for 10 years...James was there first test run and they have been collecting samples from  that planet for over five years now..." Just as Kit stood back from where he was standing, a hideous laugh came from James decapitated head.

With a gurgling and croaked sound, Kit's anger was already rising, but this just tipped him over the edge.

 "You all will not survive this is very futile nightmare...you can never survive the most perfect organism on the planet" James horrid laughter ranged out throughout the control room.

With a quick jolt from her chair...Stacy went and grabbed hold of the already half eaten pipe and started to bash James remaining head in. She repeated this move several times before his head shrunk and acid poured all over the floor and control table.

Stacy threw the pipe to the ground and turned to the rest of the crew members and including her surprised boyfriend.

"We'll take our chances on that shuttle..."

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