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chippedaxe · 3 years

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

#tw stepcest #stepcest cw #karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut #c!karl smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dream smp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dsmp smut

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jujutsu-headcanons · 3 years

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Yuuji is 100% a himbo and is so incredibly dense that it bothers everyone. Like how can one boi be this dumb??? this pure?? then theres Sukuna, the total opposite but yuuji def grows on him. (not like they have a choice since theyre stuck together but still) Also Yuuji and Sukuna 100% have a weird fam/sibling bond dont @ me. Theyll fight abb stupid shit n get into really petty arguments and I wholeheartedly believe that if Yuuji ever holds someones hand sukuna will lick them for shiggles.

These are canon because I say so

If people think that I'm Gege-sensei's secret tumblr then I have that power

Did you know I had to Google what a himbo was when I joined the jjk fandom because literally everyone calls him that? And when I found out what the word meant I couldn't stop? Like seriously his picture is next to the word in the dictionary. I hate him, and I say that in the most endearing way possible. He's an absolute idiot, and I seriously think it's because he's mentally still a child. If you wanna be technical, kids mature kinda fast these days. By the age of fifteen we usually think we're adults, and some of us even have to think/act like adults. But Yuji wasn't really exposed to anything (that we know of) other than his grandpa being ill and being hospitalized. Now I can speak from personal experience, that can make you mature pretty quickly. I think if we look at the differences between chapter one and now he has matured, but he still holds on to his childlike nature. Honestly he was probably given this personality to further Gojo's hatred of training shamans so young and "robbing their youth" to just prove his theory further. Even Megumi, of all people, can act childish because he's kinda still a kid too, he was just exposed to way more shit as a kid mostly Gojo and it made him mature faster.

And you're right about Sukuna. They're literally living the non-romantic trope of "opposites attract" and he hates it so much. And I won't argue with anyone on this because you're 100% right, Sukuna has grown fond of Yuji. He hates it. He calls it going "soft". He literally acts like he wish he possessed anyone else but he loves the brat.

I like to think Sukuna isn't hostile all the time. Like seriously, he's pretty angry for an old man but he has to get bored some time. I like to think one night he woke Yuji up in the middle of the night to learn about the modern world. "show me that little box thing with the light on it. Yea, your phone. Show me pictures." You can't tell me he isn't curious about what's happened in the past thousand years

Wait until he finds out he has his own wiki page you know he wants to know what people think of him. Just a sassy Sukuna going "oh that is so not how it happened!!"

And when he gets to know more about the modern world chaos ensues. "Yea yea that Jennifer bimbo is cute but have you seen Scarlett Johansson???" And all the sudden Yuji is just having a one sided argument because did I mention Sukuna is still in Yuji's head and it looks like he's just talking to himself

Not to mention they argue about stupid shit like "this is our body now brat please stop stuffing junk food in it" and "can you please stop talking about cheese Sukuna i have class in like three hours" and it's just a riot

I have this headcanon about Nobara toward the other boys, but I feel like Sukuna has the whole "yea this is my brat I beat him up and belittle him but he's MY brat I'm the only one allowed to tell him his hair looks weird shut UP" they would so be brothers in another life

I think Yuji gets touchy when someone's upset "let me love you!!!" "Uhhh do you need a hug?" "The best I can offer is a rub on the back" so he does hold people's hands often and Sukuna licks/bites then sbd does not help at all. I also think if Yuji covers one of the mouths with his hand he gets licked/bitten, and Sukuna probably steals food out of Yuji's hand just to make him sad. Sukuna torments this poor child

Sorry for typos and shit I'm writing in s hurry and my keyboard decided to stop autocorrecting half way through lmao

EDIT: I feel it important to mention that I'm making a separate list of headcanons that's just gonna be Sukuna and Yuji snd all the shit they do to each other and shit it's gonna be hilarious

#.ask #jjk #jjk headcanons #itadori yuji #jjk itadori #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #long post

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dragalialore · 3 years

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AW FUCK YEA CHAPTER 18 LUCKY NUMBER

liveblog below!

So far, so mysterious. We already figured that this was gonna be Kai Yan and Luca’s standoff. This is Nedrick’s “homecoming,” according to Tartarus; what’s up with that? Is the Faewood where he was revived?

HEY DID SHEILA JUST FUCKING TALK? I THOUGHT SHE WAS UNABLE TO SPEAK. Or maybe she can only speak in the Faewood? Or maybe it’s a translation error.

Sheila is your fucking what now

Another thing: Sheila’s attire is very clearly of the church. Just look at Ramiel and Sandalphon’s outfits--the aesthetic is pretty damn dead on. I’m starting to wonder if there’s some real meat to the theory of her being connected to Origa.

hehehe taking meene to the faewood hehehe

This is a new boss design! I like it. Furry eyeball... winged thing. (I killed it too fast to read the name.)

Deeply enjoy that Laxila is in the spotlight again. It’s probably because Luca’s one of the focuses of this chapter, but nonetheless.

Notte’s hearing things! The mental image of her cuddling up to Euden is adorable. I demand fanart.

Mym no bad idea--MYM

Hell yeah, illusions! Time to check out what torments our main cast! Cleo’s up first, and it’s obviously Alberius and, y’know, that whole time she had to murder him with her own two hands? Anyone checked the Halidom for a therapist?

I’ll say it again, but it is uncanny how Alberius looks exactly like an older Euden with long hair.

OH FUCK THE ROBOT IS HALLUCINATING

I can hear the Mascula stans (me included) punching the air right now. It might just be an illusion, but it’s good to see my boy again. GOOD on Laxi for being the coolheaded one for once!

Mascula dropping some hints that he might get a new body in the future... taking bets now on what his weapon will be.

Some insight on Gatov! That I wasn’t expecting. Interesting to see how he basically like... witnesses this traumatic event and moves on. It’s almost like he’s emotionally stable!!

Sheila can’t see the illusions... and Gatov says something about “getting her back”. The first bit might allude to her being blinded somehow, but the second...?

ZENA YOUR TRAUMA IS SHOWING. ZENA YOUR TRAUMA IS SHOWING!!! Glad she’s takin’ it like a champ, but like, girl.

We’ve got most of the main cast back together except Euden, Chelle, Luca, and Elly, it seems... and Alex, but I’ll take the odds that she drags Elly in.

Oh, hi Chelle. You’re still missing Elly too, y’know.

Laxi covering for Mascula is sweet. Their relationship has improved SO MUCH since their first appearance.

Seriously, all these enemy designs are great. I adore them.

Okay, the rokkan being there (and Luca being confused about him being there) are DEFINITELY pointing to signs of Kai Yan fucker--OH YUP THERE HE IS LOL. I’ll put money on that being the real Kai Yan somehow.

Good on Luca for being able to pull out of that on his own! I was worried there for a second, but he trucked through!

oh no oh god euden oh no fuck

HAHAHA HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT GUILT COMPLEX

Y’know, this kinda reminds me of Zena’s gala story and how she told Euden that she felt that she needed to earn her right to exist in this timeline.

Cygames: I have made a normal protagonist.

Us: You fucked up a perfectly good prince is what you did. Look at him. He’s got anxiety.

God, Luca’s older brother vibes are REALLY jumping out. He is not having any of Euden’s shit, but he’s handling it perfectly.

GOD IM GOING TO CRY

Leave it to our favorite bunny boy to zero in on what Euden needs to hear. And he makes such a good point too! Euden is INCREDIBLY selfish, but he covers it up extremely well, almost as if he doesn’t believe his own desires are worth anything. (Well no, exactly like that, but I have a whole ass draft on that subject.) He’s helped EVERYBODY around him but himself--it’s time he gets a piece of that action too.

I’ve gone from wanting to cry to wanting to beat Kai Yan’s ass in three seconds. The mood whiplash is real.

The few details about the Agito we get from their weapons is honestly criminal. I want to know more so, so badly.

I really do love how Luca has consistently been like “lol shut up” to every Agito he runs into. He has nothing to prove about himself to these assholes, and he lets them all know it all the damn time.

Actually, I love how the ENTIRE CAST has just fucking had it with the Agito. “You’re weak!” “Shut up while we beat your fucking ass.” The Agito can try to play their mind games all they want now, but the party is just gonna shoot first and ask questions never.

Chelle, can you whip out that gatling gun again and just shoot the dumbass full of holes?

GOD DONT REMIND ME ABOUT CHAPTER ELEVEN IM STILL EMOTIONALLY HEALING

Oh hey here comes the next Gala dragon. Is it Jeanne?

It’s Jeanne.

why’s she got that paimon sleeve lol

[Luca Goes Super Saiyan]

GET HIS ASS

Is Jeanne the dragon with the most versions now?? No, wait, I think she’s beaten out (barely) by Midgardsormr, with regular, high, zero, and mini versions. Still, I think she’s the ONLY non-story dragon to have THREE alts.

NOTTE?

GIRL??????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END

#dragalia lost #chapter 18 #liveblog #main campaign

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jeonchan26 · 4 years

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Used To Be (Part 10)

Warnings; Angst, A Little Bit Of Fluff(Maybe) Self-Esteem & swearing. Mental Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Don’t Read If It Might Trigger You.

This Is All Made Up, I Don’t Believe The Boys Would Do Any Of This. Our Boys Are Angels❤️

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“Hello, Mrs. Bang. How are you today?” the receptionist asked you as you signed in. You hated the fact that you had to change your last name. You cringed at the thought of it but smile anyways.

“I told you to call me (y/n), but Im good. I’m excited to see my son!” You said feeling Chan’s eyes on you.

You took as seat, and just looked around at all the couple smiling at each other. You envy them, you wish you could have what they did, the love of their partners. Instead you were stuck with someone that hated you with everything part of their body. You sigh deeply and heard Chan clear his throat,

“Why did you tell her to call you by your first name and not your married name?” He asked looking at you.

“Umm I’m not used to the last name yet and I rather just be called by my name” you told him quietly.

“Ha, don’t you think this act of you playing innocent is getting annoying? You act like if I can’t see right through you” Chan told you with venom in his voice.

You were about to answer him back but heard you name being call to the back, you got up without a second glance and smile at the nurse that took you to the ultrasound room.

You saw your baby and heard his heartbeat, every time it brought you tears to your eyes and just looking at him you finally made up your mind. You needed to leave and hide until it was safe. Your son cannot grow up with a father like Chan.

Chan got an important call from his job so he had to step out for a moment, just in time for Jimin to come in with a smile on his face.

“Ah (y/n), how are you feeling?” Jimin asked you.

“I’m doing good. Just getting used to him moving around a lot more” You told him.

“I can see your due date is getting closer, how are you feeling about that?”

“Not going to lie I’m nervous but excited. I’m ready to meet baby groot” You told him putting a hand on your tummy.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, all of it will be forgotten once you deliver him.” Jimin say.

“Jimin, would it be safe to travel? Since my due date is so close?” You whispered to Jimin scared that Chan might hear you.

“Wait, you wanna travel? Why?” Jimin had his suspicion since he first saw you with Chan he knew something was going on but didn’t want to comment on it.

“I need to leave Jimin. I still want you to deliver my baby but I don’t think I can stay with Chan anymore.” You said to him wiping your tears.

“Look I wouldn’t recommend you to travel with your due date being so close but I can’t stop you.” Jimin wrote his number down on a paper and handed it to you. “Call me if you need anything. I will deliver your baby as planned. No matter where you are at. I’ll go okay!”

Chan came in right before Jimin was telling you the finishing his talk, you got up and left Chan following your footsteps. “What did he tell you?” Chan asked you.

“He said the baby is fine and that my appointments are going to be once a week since we are getting closer to the due date” You said waiting for the nurse to schedule your new appointment.

At home.

You secretly packed a bag in your closet with all your necessities, tonight was going to be the night you ran away from this miserable life with Chan.

Chan came into your room without knocking, “My friends are coming tonight. Stay in your room you know the drill” He told you leaving you with no room to interfere.

This was perfect, Chan and his friends usually went down to the basement to talk “business” and would stay there for hours. You could leave as soon as the sun went down.

After what felt like hours you heard the doorbell ring and voices could be heard but they started to disappear as they walked doing the stairs to the basement. When the maid came in to your room you pulled her in and quickly closed the door.

“Where is Chan and his friends?”

“They are down in the basement?” The maid gave you a questionable look.

“Okay thank you! You may leave” you quickly dismissed her and walk towards your closet preparing your stuff. It was now or never.

You quietly walked to the front door & opened it. You could feel the cold freeze on your face and you loved it. The taxi you called was waiting for you at the corner of the street, you quickly made your way there and got in.

You finally let out the breath you were holding on since you got out of your room. You were finally free, away from Chan and his torment.

“We are going to be save baby. I promise you that nothing will harm you.” You smiles smiling at your baby bump as the taxi drove through the city. You arrived at his house and knock on his door.

You prayed he would let you stay until you could leave without having Chan following you.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jungkook asked you as soon as he opened the door. Looking at you confused, he saw you packed bags. “Is everything okay? Where are you going?”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry to come so late at night but I need your help” you said looking at him with hope.

“Umm yea, come in. It’s cold outside.” He quickly rush you in taking your bags from you putting them by the door as he closed it. Jungkook looking at you he saw you looked different besides being heavily pregnant you looked tired and sad.

“Is everything okay?” He asked you as he walked you towards the living room going into the kitchen getting you water. He sat next to you waiting patiently for you to say something. He never pictured you being at his house so late at night.

“I’m sorry for coming so late jungkook. I just needed to get out of the house. I can’t take it anymore. I know you don’t care or believe anything I tell you. But I still want to be honest with you jungkook” you told him looking at him with tears in your eyes.

“What is going on? Tell me!” Jungkook was getting worried. He started to think that maybe you didn’t lie to him in the first place but his anger got the better of him at the time.

That night you opened up to Jungkook telling him everything from Chan threat, to his rules and everything Chan has been doing to you since you got married to him. Jungkook was angry at Chan and himself for being so stupid to believe Chan’s words in the first place. You were his best friend and he didn’t believe you.

“You Can stay here for as long as you want” Jungkook said after all his emotions were under control.

“That’s the thing Jungkook. I can’t, he will find me and bring me back. I need to leave this place.” You told him.

“I actually have two cousins that live in the next town. Maybe you can move in with them for the time until you have your son. They are super nice and umm they know about you” he told you while scratching the back of his head, nervously.

“How do they know about me?” You looked at him with confusion.

“Umm I told them about you.” He said looking down at his lap.

“Oh” was all you could say. “Are you sure they would be okay with you” you asked him.

“Oh yes they would. They are super nice people. We can go there tomorrow. I’ll let them know what is going on. Don’t worry they won’t say anything.” Jungkook told you as he walked you towards the spare room. “For now just rest okay. We will leave tomorrow early in the morning”

“Thank you Jungkook! I missed you!” You said pulling you in for a hug.

“I missed you too. And I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I don’t know why I didn’t but I promise I’ll make it up to you and my nephew.” He told you giving you a kiss on the head.

You both said goodnight and parted ways. Tomorrow you will be in a new city starting a new life.

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Im sorry for the late post. I’ve been busy but since I work at a school and my job is a closed for the next 3 weeks. I should be able to upload more🦋 I’ll try my best to post more.

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fandom-imagination-ss · 5 years

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Author note: WILL NOT LIE! DIDNT PROOF READ LOL !!

🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌

Warning: yes

Part 1

“Oh shit!”

Looking in the mirror, you leaned forward without your glasses you cant see shit. You noticed a pimple right between your eyebrows a Bright Red Dot! This was NOT your day. And it only started 20 mins ago.

Yesterday your last pair of good Jean’s fell victim too the dreaded chub rub curse. A nasty rip right in your inner thigh that ripped enough that your thick thighs now pushed out of them making it look like you exploded from fat. You tried too fix them but there is no fixing pants that fall victim too chub rub!

Which made you have too decided leggings or a dress too wear too school.. when you decided leggings with one of your longer baggier shirts too cover yourself you finally decided too get ready too leave. When you noticed the pimple.

“hurry up kid!”

Hearing your annoying brother stiles calling you too hurry up. You called back that you would walk too school. Something that you been doing a lot lately.

Stiles, Scott, Lydia , Alison, the veterinarian, Derek, Every damn person in your life basically have been lying too you for months almost a entire year. You only discovered the truth when your brothers body was taking over by a evil spirit.

The “void stiles” as everyone referred too him only talked too you once. Telling you things that you already knew about yourself.

Your face looked like it was cleaned by greasy pizza , your thick thighs could crush someone’s skull with how thick it is. And your chubby. With zero self confidence and always the last too know everything! You were not happy with how things were going. All that was a slap in a face too hear your brother your favorite person in the world too say out loud everything you hate about yourself but hearing him say the only reason he involved you the most was because you had little impact on the “pack" no one would care if you were gone or not. NOW That hurt!

You started putting on makeup too cover your new pimple (four this week alone) your entire allowance goes towards cleaners and make up. Knowing if you keep make up off the pimple too clear it off fast r didn’t help when you could live in a cleansing mask and still get pimples. Make up at least covered one of your flaws.!

Getting dress you tried hiding from mirrors as much as possible ! It only lead to trouble!!!

Walking downstairs seeing stiles was gone. Your dad was at work as you skipped breakfast. Going to school you were stopped by a black car it stopped in front of you at the cross stop. The window rolled down too see hottie Mr. Hottie Derek Hales. Who you now knew as Derek Hales a werewolf who is kind of a friend of Stiles. You only call him Mr. hottie in your head. Or to Allison who was your best friend until you discovered everyone was lying too you.

Derek was always nice too you, sure he was a Ass too everyone else but he was always kind too you. And he was the first person you ran too once discovering Everything about the supernatural problem in your town. Derek looked at you over his sunglasses.

“Get in.”

You walked too the passenger side and doing what he said. He slowly drove off. Driving in silence until you passed the school.

“We passed the school.”

“We aren’t going too school.”

He was clam as he stayed looking forward. If it was Anyone else you would be worried but you knew Derek was a good guy so you agreed. Plus you weren’t thrilled about presenting your story in English today.

He drove until he got too his old family house outside of town he pulled in and walked out. You followed as you asked .”okay I give up what the hell Derek?”

He turned too you as he spoke, “did you know we can smell emotions?”

That surprised you. Stiles barely informed you of anything. He and your dad and the pack decided you were too stay out of the supernatural life. Which everyone around d you was apart of.

“Seriously? I mean I figured you could smell when a girl was on her period but our emotions?” Derek chuckled softly as he spoke, “ yea don’t really love that part… y/n you been unhappy for months.. and since the whole Stiles thing you gotten worst.. whatever stiles said during that time. It wasn’t him. You have too know that.”

You rolled your shoulders walking over r sitting on the porch steps as Derek followed. “I know.. and the stuff he said.. most of it I know stiles doesn’t feel like that but. I don’t know I guess a part of it stuck.”

“What part?”

“that the only reason he didn’t bully or trick me was because I wasn’t important enough too be tormented. That out of everyone in my life. All my friends and my family.. only stiles at dad would miss me.. and he’s right.. I mean none of them were going too tell me about werewolves or banshees or anything! Alison rest her soul wouldn’t of told me about being a werewolf hunter. I’m nothing you know. And its- I’m done being nothing!”

Derek looked st you with heavy eyes. He hated hearing you say this. He reached over wrapping his arm around you. “I wanted too turn you the moment I saw you.”

Chuckling st that. You turned too Derek. Seeing the serious of his face you shifted weakly away . “you serious why? I’m not fit. Why would you want me in your pack?”

“my mom use too say we are more then our strengths. You are the most caring and strong headed person I know. Your heart is stronger then Scott’s or anyone in his pack. You would be amazing as a werewolf.”

You breathed heavily feeling your heart pound faster. He reached over grabbing your arm softly. “All your insecurities would go away? You would be faster, stronger you wouldn’t need assurance from anyone. I would make sure too keep you at bay. And too tell you daily how unbelievably beautiful you are inside and out”

Biting your bottom lip looking down at his hand holding your arm softly. Stiles would kill you for this. But your mind wasn’t on stiles or your dad or all the reasons too not being a werewolf was a blessing. You didn’t have too worry about the full moon. Or wolfing out when you were angry . “will it all go away? The thoughts the negativity?”

“yes. But you could die.. there’s a 50/ 50 chance.. but I feel like your already at the tipping point of not caring.”

You nodded your head. “your right… so. Bit me Derek.”

The moment he heard yes. Derek pulled you onto his lap. As he caresses your face. It startled you he didn’t care about how heavy you were. Derek moved you hair from you face sliding your shirt over your shoulder. He reached he’s fingers over your neck slowly tracing it too your shoulder before he leaned over and bite you. It caused you too Yelp slightly at the pain.

After that Derek got you a band aid and said too keep it hidden until it healed. If it took it would take a day. If it didn’t you be dead by morning.

Needless too say you didn’t pay much attention in school. After school Scott caught up too you and grabbed your sleeve pulling it down you screamed too let go as stiles appeared shoving Scott away from you.

“What the fuck Scott!”

Stiles snapped shoving his best friend hard. You quickly fixed your sleeve as he spoke, “Y/N smells of blood and Derek!”

That got your brother your twin brother who was only older then you by seven minutes too look at you . “Y/N what did that fucker do?”

Staring at the two boys you rolled your eyes before showing them yourself. Stiles snarled walking over pulling the band aid off seeing your bite was healing. Scott joined Stiles as he spoke, “ I’m going too kill him.”

Looking at your brother and Scott. He was tense. Clenching his fist. He stared at your wound. Stiles was speechless. Seeing the boys tensed. You couldn’t help but wonder if Scott could smell it. Your relief. He caught your glance. “you.. you asked him too do this didn’t you?”

You simply nodded your head. “ yes.”

Stiles stormed off too his jeep as he sped off. Scott ran off after Stiles too protect him from Derek.

Six months later

After your transformation. Scott asked you too join his pack officially. You sat at Derek’s porch. When Scott tried to convince you too join. Derek was leaning against the door listening in. You stared at Scott slowly standing up. “so.. I wasn’t before in the pack?”

That caught Scott by surprised. He was speechless. Your dad was furious about you willingly being changed. Saying it was reckless and stupid. Stiles agreed. But everything was different now. The “pack" were now forced too knowledge you weren’t just stiles little sister.

Any silver of hope Scott had too convince you to switch packs. Was muted when you caught up with Scott and stiles that day. You caught Scott slamming Derek against the wall screaming that you weren’t strong enough too be wolf. But boy was he wrong!

After the bite took affect your skin cleared. You started losing weight and even your hair was shinier and your mind cleared. No longer filled with bitterness or doubt. You finally realized your worth. Your dad even agreed. Being a werewolf was becoming of you .

“your kidding right??”

Scott sighed heavily rubbing his face. “ I’ve known since kindergarten. Y/N"

Slowly standing up too your feet. Scott looked at you with his big brown eyes.

“I have a pack. I trust Derek, he’s the one whom helped me adjust, helped me when I was struggling with everything. Derek is the one who took me too the mall and helped me buy new cloths! His the one who cared! You only want me because of stiles… good bye Scott .”

Scott left defected, Derek walked over too you squeezing your shoulders. When Scott left you turned too Derek as he got you too run too practice your breathing. You were happy with your new life.

#derek hales imagine #derek hale imagine #derek hale #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #teen wof #teen wolf imagine #TW #TW imagine #fandom imagine #imagine

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myinconnelly1 · 4 years

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ArchAngel: Ch 1 Pt 5 When Life is a Literal Wreck

Masterlist

Word count: 2312

Warnings: Canon Violence, canon gore, Season 1 spoilers. ABO Dynamics

“All right so what's this trail you found?” Dean asked as he looked at all the papers and notes John had scattered everywhere.

“It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us.” John said standing from the desk in the motel.

“Families with infants?” Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday.” John said. He looked at Natalie, then over at Dean and Sam quickly.

“I was six months old that night?” Sam asked holding back tears at the thought that everything that had happened to his family was his fault.

“Jim Murphy's dead,” John said, anger mixing with anguish written on his face.

“Pastor Jim? How?” Sam asked astonished.

“His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place.” John said, face falling to the ground.

“A demon. The Demon?” Dean asked as he realized that the sulfur deposit would be caused by the extreme hormonal change of an alpha or omega.

“I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close.” John responded frustration seeping from his voice. “Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week.”

“Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?” Sam asked.

“We check em all that's how,” John said.

“I can get us into county records without to much trouble,” Natalie said holding up her newspaper identification card.

The group split up and got as many records as they could.

“Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery.” Dean shouted at his dad. The boys had just finished telling John about Sam’s visions, and Natalie thought John was taking it pretty well. Considering his track record. She continued to write little notes in her journal as the fought, trying to keep track of what was happening. Maybe it would be something that would be important later.

“You're right.” All three of them looked at John gaping. “Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.” Dean looked from his dad to Natalie. The feeling that she had something to do with his new voice was overbearing to him. Sam’s phone rang them pulling Dean from his thoughts.

“Hello? Who is this?” Sam said then waited with a look of confusion on his face. Recognition dawned on his face, followed by fear. “Meg.” They all turned to stare at Sam. “Last time I saw you you fell out of a window. Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop.” Natalie shivered at the memory of the woman. Sam seems to hesitate then hands the phone to John.

“This is John. Caleb?” John asks after a moment. Sam and Dean respond to the name instantly, going to high alert. Natalie looks at the older man. She had meet Caleb, it wasn’t a pleasant evening for either of them.

“It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there,” John said after Meg demanded him to meet her. With Caleb dead, they all knew she was done playing around.

“I'm going to Lincoln,” John said, looking at his boys after he hung up the phone. Natalie stored her little notebook in her jacket pocket. “It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die.”

“You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?” Dean asked bewildered.

“I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all.” John said. That tired expression fell over his face again suddenly.

“You mean for Dean and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?” Sam asked. Dean had walked over to where Natalie was standing, and pulled her jacket off, nuzzling her to soothe himself.

“No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home.” He looked over at his older son and the Omega. Natalie’s gaze fell to the ground almost guiltily as Dean lifted his head to look at his dad. He had never voiced his desire to settle down. “I want...I want Mary alive.” John turned his back to his children hiding his emotions. “It's just,” He started to say something but seemed to change his mind. “I just want this to be over.”

“Let’s split up, Dean you go get the gun,” John said as they started dividing their tasks out.

“I’m going to stay here, maybe I can get in touch with some people to help your friends,” Natalie said, as she moved to the motel bathroom.

“All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count.” John said handing them the gun. Dean and Sam nodded taking the gun.

“We’ll see you soon,” Sam said.

“I’ll see you later,” John agrees before getting into his truck. An odd smell hits Dean as John opens the door, but the boys wave their father goodbye and watch him leave.

“I know that you're in here, you can come out,” John says out loud when he gets out of sight from the brothers.

“I’m really losing my touch,” Natalie says uncurling from the blanket in the backseat. “How did you know I was here?” She asked moving to the front.

“You mean besides your new overpower scent that is all over my truck?” He chuckled darkly at her. “You left the bathroom window open back at the motel.”

“I had to, Dean he’s not-” She stopped not able to finished her explanation.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” John said before they put the miles between themselves and his sons.

“We could always tell em the truth,” Sam says. Dean just looks at Sam for a long moment, one eyebrow raised.

“Nah!” They laugh.

“Do you think Nat is having any luck warning the other hunters?” Sam asked his brother trying not to think about the enormity of their situation.

“I’m sure she’s doing everything she can,” Dean says still looking out the window at the house. Something about Natalie had been bothering him since their dad had been back but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Dean...ah...I wanna thank you.” Sam chuckles.

“For what?” His brother turns to look at him finally.

“For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case,” Sam finished.

“No, I don’t want to hear that speech. No one except for that Demon is dying.” Dean says finally. “I’ve got a smoking hot Omega back at the motel, and she can’t get enough of me. I plan on pissing you off with her for a long time.” Dean jest.

Dean paced while holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. They had managed to save the family and the little baby, but the demon had gotten away and Sam had wasted a round.

“Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it.” Dean was seething as Sam went over to look at a paper sticking out of Natalie’s jacket. “Somethings wrong. Dad’s not answering and Natalie isn’t here.”

“Dean,” Sam said looking at the paper. Dean called his dad again.

“You boys really screwed up this time.” Both brothers could hear Meg’s voice over the cell phone.

“Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?” Sam said hours later in the impala.

“You’re right. We need help.” Dean said sighing with resolve and driving through the night before pulling into Singer Auto Salvage.

“Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure we should come.” Dean said to the crotchety old hunter.

“Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help.” Bobby brushes the concern away.

“Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything.” Dean recalls when they last left Bobby’s in a hurry.

“Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people.” Bobby laughs.

“Yeah, I guess he does.” The comment made him think of Natalie and his body ached. He pushed the feelings away as Sam started talking to the older man about a book.

“And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?” Sam asks pointing at a picture in the book.

“Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they’re trapped. Powerless. It’s like a roach motel.” Bobby agrees. “Cuts off their signal from where ever they are hacking into.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks.

“Well these Demons, they are Alphas and omegas that are amped up on a big something, but the trap acts as interference and they lose their potency.

“Man knows his stuff.” Dean sighed as Sam chuckled.

“No more crap,” Meg said as she breaks in the front door to Bobby’s house.

“Gotcha,” Dean tormented as the blonde demon realizes she’s been trapped.

“Are you gonna read me a story?” Meg taunted as Sam opens the journal and starts to read in Latin.

“Your kidding right?” Meg rolls her eyes.

“Oh yea, this is a good one. Something about trigger and key phrases.” Dean pretended to sound stupid. “He finishes that and bye-bye Demon, normal girl again.”

“You boys should head out of here before the authorities get here.” Bobby urged.

“You didn’t ask Meg about Natalie,” Sam states later in the car.

“If she said anything about her, it would probably be a lie.”

The brothers and their dad were at a cabin hiding and resting, but somehow the demon still found them.

“Dean? What the hell’s going on?” Sam gasped as he came into the room.

“Your brother’s lost his mind.” John pressed

“He’s not Dad.”

“What?” Sam says looking between his father and his brother.

“I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him.” Dean said still holding the gun up at his father.

“Dean, how do you know?” Sam asked his brother.

“He’s .... he’s different.” Dean's grip on the colt was shaky as he started to fight back tears.

“If you’re both so sure, shoot me then,” John says hanging his head, but the brothers aren’t able to pull the trigger. “I thought so.”

“I’m gonna kill you!” Sam roared as Dean is flung against the wall.

“Oh, that’d be a neat trick. In fact,” John puts the gun on the table between them. “Here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.” John’s words remind Sam of what Natalie had written on his little note page. She had called him psychic too.

“I bet you’re real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted ‘em.” Dean snarls at the demon.

“You’ll feel my pain soon enough,” The demon mutters before starting a psychic onslaught on Dean. Blood began to flow from several sudden wounds as Dean screamed in pain, willing his father to not kill him.

John broke free of the demons grasp and Sam grabbed the Colt shooting him in the leg. Sam was surprised by the effect, unlike the vampire, it didn’t drop him to the ground completely unconscious, John knew the demon was still there, but like a computer virus, it scurried out of John and disappeared, seeming to leave John to pick up the pieces.

“Why didn’t you end it?!” John shouted at his younger son.

“I didn’t want you to not be you anymore,” Sam said mindful of the fact that Dean had passed out again. “Where’s Natalie?” She wasn’t at the apartment when we found you.”

“The Demon used me to tag her, ArchAngel picked her up back in Lincoln. I don’t know why he tagged her instead of using her.” John muttered as the two of them moved to get Dean into the Impala and get to a hospital.

“Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital’s only ten minutes away.” Sam said as he placed Dean in the backseat, resting him against the window.

"I’m surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn’t you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything.” John said disappointment and frustration evident on his face.

“No, sir. Not before everything. I know you have been holding something back. Ever since the vampire hunt, you’ve been acting weird. Letting us hunt with you, open up with the heart to hearts. What’s really going on?” Sam accused.

“Natalie is Dean’s Omega.” John sighed. “She told me something important the night we split up to hunt the vampires.”

“What?” Sam asked, looking shocked at his dad.

“It’s not my place to tell you. But once we kill this demon, we need to find her.”

“Look, we’ve still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon-”

A demon driving a semi-truck plowed into the passenger side of the Impala, ramming it off the road and rendering the Winchesters unconscious.

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writingforanxiety · 5 years

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The Field Trip

Peter already knew this was going to be bad. His Decathlon class had won a meet the week before and the school had decided that the kids deserved something special for all the hard work they had put into studying for the event. Peter was equally excited as the others at the prospect of a special trip until his teacher announced with a wide grin that the destination of the special trip would be none other than Stark Industries!

It’s not that Peter didn’t love his parents, quite the opposite in fact, he was very close to them and enjoyed spending time with them more so than a lot of other kids his age most likely. But having to go on a tour of your dad's company and your combined home? All the while knowing he would be making it as embarrassing as possible? Peter shuddered at the thought of it all. It didn’t help that the whole school also knew he was the adopted son of the billionaire himself. Once the words stark industries slipped out of the mouth of the teacher the rest of the class let out a combined cheer.

“Alright everyone, remember to be cautious of your surroundings and stay respectful! Mr.Stark was very gracious to allow the class to look around the labs and the compound grounds today.”

Flash snickered behind peter as the class gathered their books and belongings to head out to the buses.

“Looks like we get to have a private tour of penises nursery.”

The group of boys surrounding flash all let out snarky laughs as they shoved past peter and ned to follow the rest of the class out. Although Flash had intended to be cruel with his remark Peter couldn’t help but smirk when he heard the slight hesitation in his voice as he spoke it, there’s no way Flash had forgotten his interaction with Mama Bear just a few months ago.

“Peter! It’s so cool your parents are letting us do a tour of the labs! I've been trying to get your dad to let me into one for months now and he’s shot me down every time.”

“That’s because of the lego incident Ned, do you know he always wears crocs in the house now? He can’t even feel safe barefoot anymore in his own home, you scared him for life man, the labs are the only safe areas he has left from your weekend tyranny. And me too, I have to watch him wear crocs inside, do you know the emotional damage that does to a young man?”

Ned and Peter laughed together as they too reached the bus and took seats near the front, Peter taking the window seat and Ned falling in beside him. They talked about new lego sets and movies they were interested in as the bus advanced through the city. Peter hardly even noticed when the bus pulled up to the front of the tower and the doors hissed open. Peter finally looked up from his conversation with Ned and let out a groan, his father was standing at the main entrance of the building with a huge grin on his face, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and his hands in his pockets.

“I wonder if moms going to make an appearance,'' Peter quickly thought to himself as he followed the last of the kids off the bus.

“Well, Welcome Decathlon champions! Congratulations on your recent win, we at S.I hope you have nothing but fun on your tour today and encourage any and all questions”, Tony let out gleefully. Peter couldn’t see his eyes but knew they were sparkling, he was having way too much fun with this.

MJ moved from her position near the teacher and gave Peter a look of pure evil before turning back to Tony and asking in a very innocent tone,

“Mr.stark, what color is Peters room?”

Soft giggles and laughs erupted as the teacher attempted to quiet the kids and MJ shot a sweet smile back at Peters whose ears were turning from a soft pink to blush rather rapidly.

“Excellent question young miss! It’s grey.” Tony’s smile only grew as he answered the question without missing a beat. Oh yea, Peter hated this. As his dad lead the group into the building Peter hung back a bit, he knew his dad was only having fun but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. As his father was explaining something about the importance of keeping your investors happy to the group ahead of him he felt a gentle hand run through the back of his hair. Looking up in surprise he received an encouraging smile in return from his mother. He was still in his robes so Peter guessed he had just come back from one of the sanctums.

“Hello there spiderling, is your father being kind? We had a long talk about not going too far this morning.”

Peter leaned into the hand rubbing the back of his head and let out a sigh.

“I know he’s not trying to go too far, but MJ and probably Ned are encouraging him so it’s a group effort to ruin my social life. Oh my god, do you think they conspired? Oh god.”

Stephen let out a laugh as he watched Peter go through all stages of grief at once at the idea of his best friends and dad teaming up to embarrass him. Funny as it may be though Stephen would always fight for Peter, and giving Tony a taste of his own medicine would be delightful for both him and Peter. Ruffling Peters hair once more he made sure the boy saw the wink he shot him before he walked towards the front of the group, leaving the slightly confused boy to follow behind. As Stephen neared the front of the group he could feel the awed eyes of Peters classmates on him. Tony was faced away from the group talking about one of the prototypes suits out on display when Stephen cleared his throat. Tony turned with a start, how long has Stephen been here? He was about to ask just that when he happened to glimpse the wide smile on his son's face and his stomach dropped when he looked back up at his wife, the Mama Bear look beginning to shine through.

“Tony, I see you’ve chosen to lead this tour yourself instead of having one of the guides do it. That's very interesting considering the list of duties id left out for you this morning. Are they finished yet?’

It was Tony's turn to blush as the kids giggled at his silence, Stephen crossed his arms over his chest and leveled him with a stern look.

“Honestly Tony, sometimes it’s like I have two children to look after, are you ready to come back upstairs and finish your chores?”

The quiet giggles turned into open laughter as Tony sighs and walks over to Stephen.

“Yes Dear, Friday, have a new tour guide sent out while I accompany my wife back to the old labor ward.”

When Tony finally reaches Stephens side he glares up at him with his best defiant look, to which Stephen responds with an eyebrow raised and a much more intense Mama Bear look.The point was clear to Tony, “Embarrass our son one more time and you’ll regret it my love.”

Tony’s hard look quickly melted into a smile as he pushed up to sneak a surprise kiss on the cheek, eliciting a chorus of ewww from behind them as they both smile and grab the other’s hand to head up to the family floor. Stephen was glad he saved Peter from being tormented by his father any longer, but couldn't leave without doing a little bit of damage himself.

“Have fun on the rest of your trip spiderling, your father and I hope you have a wonderful time with your friends”, all of this was said as he wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist as they waited in front of the elevator doors. Tony caught on in a heartbeat.

“Your Mother and I will have dinner waiting for you when you’re done, we love you!!” With a flourish of waves and blown kisses they both stepped into the open elevator doors and wait to laugh until the doors fully close, their son’s bright red face and look of impending revenge the last thing they see.

#story #mama bear Stephen #ironstrange #story inspired by the mama bear stephen created by elisaphoenix13 #elisaphoenix13 #@elisaphoenix13

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loveerinn · 4 years

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another one ig. a poem from earlier this year. a little more raw. incredibly angry. someone told me the poems I spend the least time trying to perfect are by best ones. I disagree. But ... Date & Time: Unknown.

Untitled.

until you can sit down and say that a boy could scold you and tell you how to be who you were

don’t speak to me

close the lips of vixen, a prey lethal to the touch of a fake

that’s how he thinks of you

have you ever stopped and asked yourself the need for intricately weaving a fabric of patterns mismatched into our drapes

how he didn’t belong and let us go along believe WE were misplaced

but wait no that’s not you that’s me... and fuck the notion of overzealous anxiety

yea she speaks to me but at this point we’re not friends

it’s a toxic relationship i care to keep cause she’s the only one that’ll make amends

with buildings and bridges in my psyche

it’s psychology in that she’s providing me epiphany

cautiousness, for threats like you

she makes you question every thing you thought you knew

and we’re tied. bound together but ive been in worse

it’s funny to feel like all our social interactions are cursed

damn, aren’t you glad i said respect your wishes?

that i didn’t flinch or show you tears over the thought of some stupid kisses

i mean the ones that you had, don’t front you little shit

acting like some part of your mind didn’t also think see and feel it

but he was new and fresh and safe and fuck the person that always stayed

lol stayed ..? no i left with tandrums and whiny uproars

on deaf ears, that always went ignored

and can you imagine the actual novel

there i was taking an apology, but you made me feel like i groveled?

how do you say “i’m sorry”

“but this is why i did it”

explanations are one thing, but your lack of decision was truly committed

ironic isn’t it that you could latch onto the things with no answers

maybe i’m the dumbass for thinking you’d wake tf up any faster

we were a design in the making not yet finished

and you just let him keep taking the cloth, the patterns, ... the important parts of our fabric

& yes there’s jealous

shits and tons honestly.

you needa calibrate the intricate working of the problem

that you say you knew me as “green”

but didn’t know other colors on the palette

of my tongue, dying to speak rubbing on the roof and the lines of my gum

numing on my lips til i bleed

concede in the reality that you didn’t know, couldn’t see in front of your eyes

not surreal is it, that you were rainbow blind

colors in the soul of a being that’s been left behind

you left me behind

and yea i was jealous

you weren’t mine but i was my own territory to overcome

and you loved the traits of me in him, when i was a spirit that you knew none

i a being that knows none, and i had to find my definition in a boy

who didn’t hinder his diction

in trying to reflect with his bullshit benedictions

man, but i was “blessed” to listen to tripe and trip

of a boy who toyed with my seasons

use to tell me what i needed to fix and “the reasons”™️

and the weathers of my body couldn’t take it

i was hot like the musk of a summer i knew not

knew not the warmth and pleasantries of spring

you left my whole body, winter freezing

and the leaves of my trees falling on the ground like wisps

a friend that reminds you of bullies that use to torment on your lisp

fuck in all actual, I wish I had the voice to tell him to “suck a dick “

but that would contradict the level of softness i’m trying to build

but also break me cause it’s the texture of my soul that’s complacent

to the way you make me feel and-

sigh. i knew i started to feel off when you two were suddenly chummy

it’s kinda funny, that you laughed at my worry of him taking you from me

no actually that’s comedy

you left and made a choice, so he didn’t really do that did he?

do you know how it makes me feel

when you defend the honor of a boy who took away the only for me that felt real

and we’re not friends!

so it doesn’t matter

that i troubled myself with questions of your actions and “what if i chased her”

but you didn’t catch me

however i wasn’t running, actually

casually, aware of the fact you don’t seem to care

and i could be the grand prize but you wouldn’t play the game

what is it about a boy that’s similar to me in so many same..

blame ... “on me or you?”, i ask myself this same bullshit everyday

how do you get through, not being able to make your own favorite thing stay

how do you not ruin the ruins that are left over in new construction

careful for the eruption, that is me losing my mind

it’s fucking 3:03 pm and i’m not fucking alright

maybe i can’t be alone

cause too long, gets me in my head and thoughts

the sheer comedic tragedy of that statement on me isn’t lost

i admit

he became the garbage for disposal of my feeling

but you didn’t even seem to realize that all the WASTE was built from his leavings

and yours don’t forget you were a piece that did crap too

i can’t even speak out loud the way you made me feel and what that made me do

you ever realize emotions are draining? might as well call them toxic

not a waste of time, i’m sure they stand for something, but they just add conflict

i’m home sick. for a place i haven’t inhabited called security

don’t play with me, confidence is constantly lacking

i’m homeless. in a figure sense

there was a time it was literal and even then i didn’t even get so obsessed

with the living space of a place i haven’t inhabit,

say this so much i may as well patent it

I’m homesick . all the time. that’s all there is to that so i’ll just leave that & drop this rhyme

you use to tell me i made him feel bad aww shucks

poor baby oh that’s his luck

being bullied, but that girl that suffered his ministrations

don’t expect demonstration. from you? he hid his administrations

maybe i’m over dramatic

but there’s this picture that opened everything in my attic

i’m an addict to the taste of destruction

i’m high off your lack of love and

I’m just aware of hospital, a temple, a body, ignoring its sickness

if i were to ever give you this.... just remember ... this is my reality not my way of a “diss”

i feel stagnant but the history shows i’m growing

it’s funny i don’t think i ever HAVE to project the things both you and i be knowing

unlike the one that will capitalize on the facts that he’s changed

but to mute, you need to be aware of your past and future stage

as in the times you were different and supposedly brand new

head so damn big, missing

the point that cuts straight through..

it cuts me

can’t you see that

that his misgivings breed reactions

and

can’t you see me ripping and dripping

and my voice calling

fuck damn there goes my heart sprawling

on floor

and you step on it so who are you ... either of you, to implore that you ‘loved’ me

bitch, bite me

and mind you it’s not dead

my hearts alive still beating

lifeless only from the feeling the pressure of a heeling

bounded to death, trying to heal from the fatal steel from irony

lol ... to think it’s my real laughter and ability to love you’ve stolen from me

how did you take it considering you dont do that

god i’d fight through hell and hire waters and you especially ... to get it back

god i hate even listening to me

ever been so aware of what it could be

should be oh goodie

there she goes again ‘nother long stupid poem from me

••

It’s crazy... a long time ago I thought about giving this to the person it was intended for... I even wrote it in the poem. Letting them feel how much I was hurt everything I was feeling. I talked myself into thinking they wouldn’t care anyways. Or they wouldn’t wanna hear it. Or they’d take it wrong and it’d make it worse. Or they wouldn’t understand my feelings... or any of it. So I never gave it to her.

Now I wonder if it would’ve changed anything. sigh. probably not. who knows.

Loveee Erin

#love erin #talking with erin #talks w eri #personal #letters for me #quirks #me #my quirks #me quirks #my thoughts kill me #sigh #poetry #breed sad poems #heartbreak #old poem

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youiswhoisyou · 5 years

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Unsaid - Joeck FanFiction

(This is purely fictitious and means no harm to irl people)

The first big group trip in a while was upon them. The mates, Josh, Caspar, and Oli had planned a trip to Sydney, Australia for some much needed down time with all vlogging equipment away. Their partners included, the mates also invited Joe and Dianne on the trip. Unknown to Joe, they also invited Jack, who wasn’t told of Joe and Dianne either.

Everyone knew something had gone down between the two of them, even if Joe and Jack never actually said what. Caspar and Josh had noticed the sudden change when Joe told them about Dianne. Suddenly, Joe had a girlfriend and Jack was nowhere to be seen. Busy schedules were blamed whenever one of them brought it up to Joe or Jack, but they weren’t even talking anymore.

So comes the plan to get both Joe and Jack on the trip, forcing them to interact. It sounded like a solid plan to Caspar and Josh. The boys would hash out any problems, maybe some heated words, but ultimately get back to good ole friendship.

When the morning came to head to the airport, Josh and his girlfriend, Oli and his girlfriend, and Jack would take an earlier flight than Caspar, his girlfriend, and Joe and Dianne. That way, Joe or Jack couldn’t back out right before take-off. It was hard keeping the secret on the very long flight to Sydney. Josh accidentally mentioned Joe and Dianne during a conversation with Jack.

“Well, Joe said the parasailing was sick so we’ll probably give it a go again,” Josh said.

Jack looked at him, “Joe?”

Josh quickly tried to correct himself, “Yea, joe said when he was in Sydney, he loved parasailing the coast. He told me to check it out myself,” he said.

Jack bought the lie and turned back to his movie, “Oh, ok. We should do it then,” he put his headphones back on.

Josh returned to his own show and slowed his heart rate back down. He pulled out his phone and told Caspar what had just happened.

Mate I almost f@cked up big time! I mentioned Joe and Jack got weird.

Dude! I asked about Jack and Joe clammed up again.

WTF is going on with them???

We’ll Find out soon bro

They made it to the mansion without any problems. Everyone drew papers for which rooms were there’s. Josh drew for Caspar and made sure there was one room left for Joe. Jack managed to pull a decent room this time. He went up the stairs to put his things down and change out of his flying gear. After changing, he walked out onto his own private balcony that overlooked the massive pool in their back garden. The mansion was placed on a hillside with Sydney and the afternoon sun stretching out before them. Jack loved these trips when the views were once in a lifetime. He heard noise and looked down at the pool. Josh, Oli, and their girlfriends were already trying it out.

“Jack! C’mon! Pool time buddy!” Caspar called up to him.

“Yea, man!” Jack yelled back and went to change.

His tan wasn’t worthy of being called a tan so he did a quick dip in the pool then lounged himself in the sun with his shorts pulled up. Josh and Oli played some water jousting with their girlfriends on their shoulders holding pool noodles. Jack peeked at them a few times, noticing the ease each of them had with the other. He turned his head away and soon felt himself drifting off.

“Heyoooo!” A voice came from the backdoors.

Jack’s eyes shot open. He hoped what he heard was in his head and not reality, but a second later he got his answer.

“Josh, get your toosh out the pool and show us where our rooms are!” Joe started walking towards the pool. Josh rocketed out of the water and rammed himself into Joe before he could get far enough to see Jack in his lounge chair staying stone still.

“Hey mate! Of course, I’ll show you and Caspar and company to your rooms,” Josh laughed as Joe pulled his damp shirt away from his torso. He led them back into the house and up the stairs.

Jack was still stuck in a waking nightmare and couldn’t bring himself to move. Oli noticed that Jacks eyes were wide open and waded over to the edge of the pool.

“Jack? You alright, man?” Oli said.

Jack blinked a few times then sat himself up and slid his legs to one side, placing them on the hot concrete, “Why didn’t anyone tell me Joe and Dianne were coming?”

“Well, Jack mate, we knew you’d back out if we told you,” Oli said, “Maybe you two can talk now. Get through your issues.”

Jack stood up and went for the backdoor to find a better hiding place or better yet, call a taxi to take him back to the airport.

Joe and Dianne were walking around their room which happened to be right beside Jack’s but much smaller. Joe went to the windows and looked down. He watched a glistening Jack get up and walk inside. His ears caught the far off sound of the backdoors slamming shut.

Without turning from the windows, Joe spoke in a hushed tone, “Jack’s here,” he said.

“Oh yea, he is. I must’ve forgotten to mention it,” Josh said. He rubbed his back to relieve the tension. Him and Caspar exchanged worried expressions.

Joe asked Josh and Caspar to give him and Dianne some privacy for a moment, so they left the room. Joe closed and locked the door behind them. Josh and Caspar rushed back down stairs and out to the pool, but Jack was gone.

“Where’d he go?!” Caspar yelled at Oli.

“He went back inside the house. I think I saw him run for your side of the house,” Oli said.

Josh ran back inside and went to his room. The door was locked.

He held his ear to the door and heard jack’s voice, “Jack? What are you doing in my room with the door locked dude?”

Jack stopped talking and opened the door, “I’m hiding and calling a taxi. I’m going back,” he said as he continued to pace and give details to a taxi service.

Caspar came in behind Josh and watched Jack pacing, “You’re not flying all the way back to England an hour after you got here, Jack,” Caspar came closer to him.

“Yes, I am,” Jack held the phone away from his ear. Hold music played, “You don’t know what happened and making us ‘work it out’ by forcing us together was a stupid bloody plan.”

Josh motioned to Caspar to leave the room and they went back into the hallway.

“We can’t let him leave,” Caspar said.

“Should we tell Joe what Jack’s doing then?”

Caspar sighed heavily, “We don’t even know what’s going on with him and Dianne right now.”

“Well, I’m going back up there and telling him about Jack,” Josh said.

He took the stairs two at a time and stopped in front of Joe and Dianne’s still locked door. He could hear Joe arguing with Dianne. Josh thought he heard Joe say they needed to leave.

Josh knocked loudly, “Joe? Mate, I need to talk to you.”

He heard them rush through some more arguing before the door finally opened up and Joe looked at him with anger and annoyance plastered to his face.

“What do you want, Josh?”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but I need to talk to you,” Josh looked to Dianne, “alone, if that’s alright.”

Dianne shrugged and left the room. Josh closed the door and turned back to Joe already getting his things back together.

“What the hell happened that you and Jack would rather take 22 hour flights back to England than be in the same room?” Josh said.

“Look, it’s really complicated and can’t be fixed over one trip to Australia,” Joe put a hand through his hair, “Dianne won’t let me leave though,” he braced himself on the back of a chair with his head hanging down.

“Joe, Jack’s already booking his way back. I think you need to have a talk with him before he finally gets a taxi to drive all the way out here,” Josh said.

Joe didn’t move fore several seconds, then breathed in deep and walked for the door.

Jack had been on hold since the boys found him trying to leave. His bare feet had made a light path in the carpet. It was getting cold in the room with the sun setting fast and he was still in just his swim trunks. The hold music was some kind of cheesy jazz lounge music. He finally stopped pacing and looked out of the window and down at the city he would hopefully be leaving in a couple hours. Through the loud saxophone and piano in his ear, Jack heard his name. He didn’t turn around.

“Jack,” the voice said again, louder.

Jack removed the phone from his ear and cancelled the call.

“How’ve you been, mate? Joe walked in further. Behind him, Josh and Caspar sneakily closed the door and went to busy Dianne and the rest of the crew to give Joe and Jack time.

Jack didn’t want to turn around, “Alright...you?” he said.

“Yea, good. Just finished doing the tour with Di.”

“Oh, cool. Bet that was fun,” Jack mumbled.

“Jack, would you just turn around.”

Jack obliged slowly and moved his eyes to the carpet just in front of Joe’s feet.

“Now look at me,” Joe said a little softer.

Jack trailed Joe’s body all the way up. He noticed Joe had more muscles and a darker color to him. He looked good, Happy. Until Jack met his tormented blue eyes.

The words came before he knew what he was saying, “I can’t be here with you and Dianne.”

“Why?”

Jack moved closer, “You know why. You know what you did, Joe.”

“We never said anything about what we were. How was I supposed to know how you really felt if you didn’t tell me?” Joe said.

“I thought the last night we were together was a good teller.”

“I didn’t plan my feelings for Dianne,” he said,”And when you didn’t give me a reason to stay....I guess I let it go.”

Jack moved to within inches of Joe’s face, “I called you. I went to your dances and stood after every one. I was there, but you ignored me,” Jack’s voice was damaged, angered, “you stopped answering and then told everyone about your new girlfriend. what was I supposed to do then?”

Joe moved away and put his back to Jack, “Maybe I just wasn’t ready to go there,” he turned back, “You’re the first guy and maybe I wasn’t ready. And maybe you were. It’s just poor timing,” Joe said.

Jack gave a sarcastic laugh and moved back to the other side of the room. Joe watched him shuffle around with his hands on his hips.

“Maybe you’ll always be too scared to tell everyone, but it’s 2019. Does Dianne not even know?” Jack shot back.

“There’s nothing to tell, Jack. We had a thing and now it’s over,” Joe said.

Jack went to him again, “Nothing? You’re calling months of sneaking off from our friends and secret hotel rooms nothing? You’re saying it was all just a fun bi-curious game for you?”

Joe moved back a step, “Yea, that’s all it was,” he swallowed.

“So...this,” Jack brushed his fingers down Joe’s torso, “this has no effect on you anymore?” He whispered.

Joe stopped breathing and let Jack’s hand fall all they way down to his hip before pushing Jack away, “you can’t do that anymore. I’m with Dianne. I have real feelings for her,” he said, “I’m not giving that up just because you got attached.” He walked towards the door.

“Attached? you’re the one who can’t let go! Why don’t we just see what the mates think about it, huh?” Jack pushed past Joe and ran for the backdoor where he could hear laughing and splashing. He arrived at the side of the pool a little out of breath and with Joe right behind him.

“Hey! I have an announcement to make!” Everyone stopped and stared at Jack and the crazy expression on his face, “All of you have no idea what’s been going on with Joe and myself, but tried to help us ‘fix it’ by getting us far away from home together,” Jack caught his breath and looked back at Joe. He looked dangerously angry, but his eyes held the most fear Jack had ever seen. He turned back to their friends, “Well, I’m happy to reveal...I’ll be leaving on the next flight back to London. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.” He moved past Joe and back into the house, up the stairs and into his room. For a moment he felt a very big weight lift from his body. Then, he fell onto his knees and started crying. He held his head between his hands and bent over, swallowing every breath in a sob.

Joe looked at the shock and confusion spread across his friends faces. He rubbed his head and shrugged, “Some things can’t be fixed so easily, but nice try mates,” Joe said with no humor in his voice. He went back inside, leaving everyone to mumble to themselves about what just happened. Joe was stood in the kitchen taking deep breaths when he heard a loud thud and agonizing broken sobs bleed through the ceiling. He rushed up the stairs and into Jack’s room to find him folded in on himself struggling to breathe.

“What the hell happened? Did you hit something?” Joe asked, coming over next to Jack.

Jack jumped up and away from him into a corner, “You happened! You let me think you felt things for me and then you ripped it all away!” he choked on his tears, “You can’t even admit you felt anything at all. I...I thought...” Jack cried.

“What?” Joe asked, moving closer to him like Jack was a scared animal.

Jack stilled himself and looked into Joe’s eyes, “I can’t believe I thought I was falling in love with you,” he said. He shook his head and shoved Joe out of the way to the door. He stopped short when he saw Josh standing in the doorway. Caspar, Oli, and the girls right behind him listening in.

“Jack. Jack!” Joe called after Jack rushing past everyone.

Dianne stopped Joe in the hallway, “Was that true? Did you have a thing with him?” Her tone wasn’t demanding, but curious and worried.

Joe rubbed her shoulder, “I’ll find you later. I’ve gotta sort this out,” he kissed her cheek quickly and went after Jack.

Joe found him walking down the road in only his swim trunks. The deep sunset cast everything in otherworldly elongated shadows. Jack’s pre-bleached hair caught the falling rays, making a light halo appear over his head.

Joe jogged to catch up with him, “You’re not leaving until we talk about what you said, Jack,” Joe said.

“Why? A few minutes ago, you wanted to leave too,” Jack said.

“I did, until you said you loved me.”

“I said I was falling in love with you, not that I was,” he mumbled.

“And the difference is?” Joe said and turned him around, “Point is you were getting really serious feelings and I trudged all over them,” he put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, “I should’ve come to you. I should’ve asked you how you really felt.”

“And I should’ve told you,” Jack said.

Joe pulled him into a hug. Their chests pressing tighter together with each breath. Jack rest his chin in the nape of Joe’s neck, breathing him in.

“Everyone knows about us now,” Jack whispered.

“Technically, they know you fell in love with me, not what I felt,” Joe teased, then looked at Jack’s still broken face and sighed, “We’ll explain what happened when we get back to the house. I’ll tell them.”

They returned to their embrace for a few more moments before breaking away and heading for the house. After a few paces, Jack stopped. Joe kept walking until he noticed and turned back to him.

“How did you feel?” jack asked.

joe walked back to him, “I...I think I was getting there,” he shrugged, “but it didn’t feel like real life to me. Like I could see how much you cared and it felt like a dream,” he lowered his head.

“So, you just...woke up,” Jack said.

“I didn’t think I could stay in that dream. I didn’t know I could’ve made it real.”

They looked at each other, the ghosts of their feelings mirrored in each of their faces.

“I’m so sorry, Jack,” joe finally said.

“Me too.”

#joeck #fanfic #love #heartbreak #fight #joe and jack #over

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sugah-stixx · 6 years

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Amy Meets the Egos Chapter 2

Amy and Mark are staying at Markiplier Manor for the weekend, and it’s the first dinner they’ve have with everyone! (Chapter 1) “I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out, giving Amy a wink. Amyplier Fluff, Ego Shenanigans

Mark and Amy started to slowly walk down the long hallway to the dining area.

“Okay, so everyone is going to be there, except maybe Dark, thankfully.” Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

“So everything should be okay, even though it’s more than likely going to be a shit show.”

“You always anticipate the worst with them, why can’t you just be confident that everything’s going to be fine?” Amy asked.

“Because it’s all of my insane Alter Egos in one place, one of which just tried to kill the other one for no god damn reason, within 10 minutes of us getting here.” Mark ranted.

Amy stifled a laugh.

“I can’t imagine dinner going well on any day of the week.”

“Fair enough, but lets just not bring any negative energy going in there, ok?” Amy tried to lighten Mark’s mood as they turned into the dining room.

Suddenly, a plate of mashed potatoes flew past Mark and Amy’s faces as they entered.

“You want to fight, you fucking baka?!” Yandereiplier screamed at Bim from across the dinner table.

“I never insinuated I wanted to fight you, Yan. I just stated that your Senpai would be, how should I say, smart to stay away from a psychopath, such as yourself.” Bim stated, crossing his arms.

“Urusai, you fucking hypocrite. Why don’t you just go turn more celebrities into burgers? Like you’re any good at it, bet they tasted like shit.” Yan yelled, clearly missing the point of the argument.

“Ha! My Sexbang-Burgers are to die for, better than any of this slop being served to us tonight.” Bim mocked.

“Excuse me?! You want to say that again?” Chef stepped out of the kitchen, throwing his ladle around like it was a weapon.

King was sitting at the dinner table, covering his ears with his hands, repeating, “Stop it! Stop it, Stop it!” as everyone was fighting around him.

“ENOUGH!” Mark screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Why are you even here, Yan? You don’t live here, you have your own place.” He yelled loudly, pointing to the red-haired lunatic.

“I needed to get my katana back from the Doctor, the aho needed it to dissect something, I don’t know.” Yan huffed out.

“He is upstairs. Please get it from him, and leave.” Mark tried to ask politely.

Yan stomped away, muttering angrily in Japanese.

“Bim, why in God’s name did you even try to talk about Yan’s Senpai?” Mark looked over to Bim in disbelief.

“I don’t know. It was getting boring around here.” Bim sat down, putting a napkin on his lap.

“I don’t…. I can’t…” Marks eyes looked like they were going to match Wilford’s for a second. Amy quickly spoke up.

“H-Hey guys! Nice to see everyone again! I’m excited to hear all about the plans we have for the channel.” Amy happily announced to the Egos that were present, while patting Mark on the back as he put his face in his hands.

“Hi, Amy.” Bim muttered out, looking at his phone.

“Hello, again!” King said wiping a tear from his eye.

“Mmm…” The chef went back into the kitchen.

“Good Evening, Amy.”

Amy and Mark quickly jumped from the voice coming from behind them.

“Oh, God. Uh…Hello, Host! How are you doing?”

“I am fine, thank you.” The Host replied and walked to his side of the table, crossing his arms and sitting down.

“I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out as he walked up behind Mark and Amy, pushing himself in between the two and putting his arms around them. “Wouldn’t you agree, Amy, my little cupcake?” he gave Amy a wink.

“Uhh, y-yea?” Amy hesitantly replied.

“FAN-TASTIC!” Wilford stood up straight, clapped his hands and walked happily to the dinner table. Amy could feel the rage in Mark start to build up and she patted him on the shoulder.

“He’s just playing around, don’t take it too personally.” Amy whispered.

“You don’t know Wilford like I do…” Mark replied.

Slowly the rest of the Egos started to come into the dining area, to their respected seats. The Doctor was following Bing around (taking notes for some reason), and the Jims were talking amongst themselves. Google’s face had already been completely fixed, but he was still angry with Wilford, who had forgotten about the whole thing. Google knew this, so he tried not to let it bother him too much.

“Alright, everyone,” Wilford stood up.

“This is our first evening having the gorgeous Amy stay with us, so let’s try to be on our best behaviour! Though we all know how hard that’ll be, won’t we boys?” Wilford let out his trademark chuckle and clinked Bim’s glass as Bim rolled his eyes.

Amy let out a nervous laugh, “Well thanks, Wil! It’s nice to see you all here, will Dark not be joining us?”

“Nah, he’s being a party pooper staying in his office all night,… I could bring ya to meet him this evening if you’d like, ma’m…” Wilford’s voice started waving into suspicious territory.

“No, no, no. That’s quite all right, thank you Wil…” Mark interrupted, giving Wilford a dirty look.

“Actually, I needed to talk to Dark about someth—”

“Yea, yea, yea, just gimmie a minute, ol’ chap” Wilford waved his hand in front of Google’s face as he interrupted him.

“And why, pray tell, is Amy not allowed to meet Dark, Mr. Markiplier?” Wilford gave a smirk down at Mark from across the table.

“She is… just-… just not right now. Not yet.” Mark looked directly back at Wilford.

“I think Amy should speak for herself, Mark. You can’t do all the talking!” King piped up.

Amy looked up, a mouth full of mashed potatoes, “Whgha?”

Mark was surprised to hear the King backtalk him like that, he’s never said anything about the way Mark has done things before.

“I wasn’t trying to, King. Amy doesn’t know what… kind of things Dark can do, is all.” Mark said reluctantly.

“Dark isn’t the best person, but he’s still the owner of the household which supports us all. I think Amy should have a least some contact with him.” Google pointed out.

“I know that, I’m not—”

“Dark’s like the other side of the pillow bruh, chill as fuuuuuuuuck.” Bing interrupted.

“He’s only nice to you because he thinks you have brain damage.” Bim added subtly.

“Darkiplier is a manipulator. He is a demon. You fools, this is only the beginning. The beginning of his disgusting twisted fantasy of creating a world where humans think they are safe. Darkiplier will dismember every last drop of hope they had in this world, everything they hold close to them, he will take it all. Everything he craves will fall into his grasp at the end, no matter how many lives, or souls are lost in the process. He will win, he will succeed. He cannot be stopped. Darkiplier will rein his unending torment upon every last soul until he has what he needs to satisfy himself. He will never stop until everyone has perished. There is no ending the hellish firestorm this house has created. Darkiplier will be the end of us all.” The Host chanted out horrifically.

The table was silent.

King dropped his fork in awe.

“Hey Doc you wanna pass me the gravy? My taters are getting dry.” Amy asked with a mouthful.

“Amy can I talk with you in the hall for a moment?!” Mark shot up, and screamed through clenched teeth.

Mark grabbed a confused Amy’s wrist and dragged her into the hall.

Mark wasn’t actually speaking any coherent words, but Amy could clearly tell by his gestures that he was feeling… a lot of emotions.

“…What?” Amy managed to ask between all the arm flailing.

“DID YOU?! What?! …Are you serious?! The Host just served it to us on a shiny silver platter! Dark is EVIL!” Mark sputtered out.

“Your point?” Amy asked with a confused smile, crossing her arms.

“I didn’t want you to be here in the first place, and now knowing that Dark is lurking around the corner, waiting to, to… to do something I can’t even think of! I’m not Dark! I’m Mark! I can’t think the way he thinks!! That’s the whole point!” Mark was still flailing his arms around.

Amy took a moment to look at her boyfriend. Her cool demeanour was enough to calm Mark down from his state of panic. She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“I am not afraid of Dark. I will never be afraid of him, knowing that he is still partly you. I know how loving you are, and how even your evil alter ego wouldn’t do a thing to hurt me. Okay? But you have to trust me, please. I can take care of myself.” Amy’s words were full of passion.

Mark looked back into Amy’s eyes and felt the guilt rush over him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like a child… I know you’re strong. You’re right, you’re right. Ugh… I feel like shit now.” Mark huffed out.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all get caught up in the moment, and what the Host said was pretty scary. I wonder how the other Egos are taking it…”

Amy said as they both turned their heads to subtly look back in the dining room to see The Jims doing some sort of rain dance, Wilford was practicing the art of throat-singing, and Bing was recording the scene on this phone, camera pointed at him.

They both turned back at each other, Mark pinched his temple with his fingers and let out a sigh. Amy bit her lip trying not to start laughing. They gave each other a warm hug and walked back into the dining room to finish of dinner.

#my writing #amyplier #fanfiction #markiplier manor #fluff

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Wounded Hearts 6

Nebraska June 1997 Dean's POV

After Sam tells Dad how to kill the kitsune and I give him some pointers on how to talk to girls, Dad and I go to the bait and tackle shop on Main Street to see about getting some type of weapon to stab this thing through the heart with. Of course we have to mislead the salesman and tell him some elaborate tale.

Listening to Dad talk about a father/son fishing trip makes me wish it were true. That my father and I are taking off to some lake to relax and enjoy nature was fact and not just some conceived story so that questions won’t be raised when we ask about knives that can cut through flesh and bone.

The man behind the counter doesn’t even bat an eye as he shows us his stock of hunting and fishing blades. I immediately set my eyes on a bowie knife with a distressed wooden handle and a nice shiny blade.

I can’t wait to sink it into the heart of the monster. Dad picks a much smaller but still just as deadly knife and after paying for them with a fake credit card, we head back to the motel to change.

When Dad and I get back to the room, Sammy isn’t there. About the time I pull my phone out to call the pipsqueak he crashes through the door, out of breath. Dad is on him in an instant.

“Where the hell you been boy?”

“I know where the kitsune is,” Sam says, out of breath.

Dad and I jump into action and in no time at all, the three of us are in the car with Sammy giving directions from my usual place, shotgun..

We pull up to this cottage-style house and Sam tells us this is where he followed the monster to.

“What were thinking son?” Dad says as we both produce bowie knives to take it out. “It could have noticed you and made you its next victim.”

“Nah,” Sam answers with a smile. “I’m a Winchester. I’m good at staying hidden.” I got to say, I’m proud of him. He not only found out what we were dealing with, but how to kill it and it’s lair. All while Dad and I have been running around oblivious.

“Well, you stay here. Let Dean and I go in and deal with this animal,” Dad says and we both step out of the Impala. We hesitantly walk toward the house and Dad motions for me to get behind him.

As we near the door, we both notice drops of blood trailing down the steps. I look up at Dad, wondering what we are going to be bursting in to. Did it bring a victim back here and is inside right this minute, draining them of their bodily fluids?

Dad reaches out and turns the knob and the door silently opens. Right there in the kitchen of the house is the body of a woman. But upon closer inspection, I can tell this isn’t just any woman. This is the kitsune, the monster we’ve been hunting. Her nails are long and darkened and her face is contorted. There is a definite knife wound through her torso; someone had already beat us to the punchline.

“Well, I guess our job has been done for us,” I say after Dad checks the rest of the house for any other people, victims or monsters.

“Only thing left to do is dispose of the body,” Dad tells me. “Look for salt, lots of salt. Like a canister of it. Then go to the car and get the gas can out of the trunk. Hurry Dean.”

I begin going through cabinets until I find a container clearly marked salt as Dad drags the body through the house and into the backyard. Getting the can from the car, Sammy and I follow behind to see him place her toward the end of the lawn and hand him the salt.

After covering the deceased with the condiment and the gasoline, Dad pulls out a book of matches and tears one off. With a flick of his wrist, the match lights and he throws the burning stick onto the doused corpse and we watch as it goes up in flames.

While the remains burn Dad looks perplexed. I know he is thinking the same thing I am. ‘Is there another hunter in town? Did they gank the bitch?’

“Sammy?” I say, getting my little brother’s attention. He is staring intently at the fire. “When you were following her, did you see anyone else doing the same? Anyone who looked like they were taking a special interest in this particular person?”

He just shakes his head and turns back to the blaze. I can’t blame him though, it’s good to see all your hard work be fulfilled.

After burying what is left of the kitsune, we climb back into the car-me in shotgun and Sammy in the backseat- off to the next hunt.

We’ve been on the roads for hours! The sun sat over the horizon and now the moon is high in the sky, lighting up the highway. Sammy is passed out in the backseat and I’m leaned up against the door with a jacket draped over my shoulders and chest. I’m so sleepy that my eyes are burning but I know if I succumb to it, I’ll just be tormented with dreams of her.

Rebecca has visited me every night after I close my eyes. Dreams of her laughing at my corny jokes, hugging up to my side when she got scared during All Saints Day, to her eyes as I made love to her the day before Dad showed up to whisk us away again. Damn, I miss her!

And it wasn’t just because she was the first girl I had been with intimately; no, I really think in those few hours getting to know her I had begun to fall for her.

I desperately want to go back to Fairfax to see her again. And to find out what went wrong; why she ignored me the morning after we were together.

About the time I am ready to just go to sleep and get it over with, Dad’s phone begins to ring. I straighten up and listen as he answers. Hearing one side of a conversation makes it hard to determine what is being said on the other end but from the way Dad is talking I have deduced that it’s Pastor Jim calling. Pastor Jim Murphy has been a friend of Dad’s for as long as I can remember. Dad had began leaving us in the pastor’s care after a spirit had almost taken Sammy’s life. But now I am old enough to protect my brother and we don’t go to his place that often anymore. In fact I don’t think we’ve seen the good pastor for at least a year.

I like Pastor Jim, I do and I appreciate all the times he watched us but he was too religious for my taste. For someone who has seen and fought the things he has, the man is still spiritual and believes in God and Heaven. I much preferred going to Uncle Bobby’s up in Sioux Falls. He had a junkyard full of old demolished cars and he let me have a hand at fixing any of them up. It was fun trying to figure out what made a vehicle run. And he let Sammy be a kid, running around and just playing; not worrying about what is out there that aim to do us harm.

Dad hangs up and pulls to the side of the road. When the car is stopped Dad looks at me. “You awake son?”

“Yea. What’s up Dad? That was Pastor Jim, right?”

“Jim is having a problem with an exorcism,” Dad explains. “Apparently the entity isn’t wanting to leave the body. He’s asked for my help. We’re right outside Blue Earth now. I want you to drop me off at Jim’s and then hightail it to Bobby’s.”

“Why?” I ask, confused to why Dad isn’t letting me go with him.

“Because Dean, I said so and that’s final. You understand?”

“Yes sir!”

After dropping Dad off at the end of Pastor Jim’s driveway, I climb behind the wheel of the Impala and drive off. Once I am far away enough that I know Dad won’t hear, I lay down on the throttle and soar down the deserted highway.

“Oh Baby! Listen to you purr. One day you will be mine,” I promise with a smile. I have always loved this car and the power it held under its hood.

Dad must have called Bobby because as I pull up, the cranky old man is sitting in one of the rockers on his porch, waiting. He helps me get Sammy into the house and into a bedroom upstairs before we congregate to the kitchen. Bobby reaches into the fridge, pulling out two beers. Popping the caps off of both of them, he hands me one that I eagerly accept. I love this man!

“So, John tells me you helped on this last hunt,” Bobby says after taking a swig. “A kit-kitsune?”

“Yea,” I answer, mimicking him and blanching at the bitter beverage, earning a chuckle from the older man. “A kitsune. Vile creature that thing was. They feed on brains to stay alive. This one though, it ain’t alive no more. It was ganked and salted and burned.”

“Good job, son.”

After we finish our drinks, Bobby tells me to head on up and get some sleep, Dad will be by tomorrow afternoon to pick us up. I climb the stairs to head to bed but I’m not going to sleep. I know what awaits me in my dreams and I don’t want to remember Rebecca Quentin just now. It still hurts too much. I miss her, yea but the memories are torture.

@tftumblin @spnbaby-67 @markofdean79 @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @travelingriversideblues-x @akshi8278 @keymology @hoboal87 @squirrelnotsam @natura1phenomenon @drakelover78 @larajadeschmidt13 @blacktithe7 @atc74 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @vicariouslythruspn @sandlee44 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @lyarr24

#dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #rebecca quentin #wounded hearts #past haunts sequel #smut #fluff #angst #supernatural #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction

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dragonsfire · 6 years

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I’m going to apologize in advance now for any novel I may answer to any of the following 😅.Ok let’s give this a shot! *cracks knuckles and maybe prepares a power point for some of them*..... please excuse my lame attempt at being funny. MOVING ON!Shownu: @soybeantree ok to begin with... our wonderful appa bear who deserves nothing more than all the love in the world. There’s honestly no one else I could picture with other than Hana because he would be spoiled rotten by her and I mean that in any/every sense possible. I can just picture you guys going on different camping trips and just traveling all over the place. Even though our precious bear has grown so much out of his shell lately, I can definitely see him getting even more out of his shell with you.Wonho: @soybeantree to our very emotional and caring bunny who has the biggest heart in the world. I highly advise no one mess with him or make him upset because then you would have to deal with Em and it won’t be pretty at all. (She’s actually a very nice person and all just if you make Hoseok cry, you won’t want to be on the receiving end of Em’s wrath 😅). Just like Hana would spoil Shownu, Wonho would be beyond spoiled by Em. Protected, constantly fed, you name it done! Also probably the only other person I trust to share my ult bias with (even if Kihyun has been trying to sway you a lot lately missy 😒)Minhyuk: @minjistrashwife lemme put it this way.... Our ray of sunshine is a bright ball of energy and that ray would constantly be shining nice and bright with Destery. Also I can seriously picture you both doing a lot of different cosplays together and him getting a little too carried away. But even if he gets extremely carried away, I can picture you being ok with it yet taking reigning him back in sometimes if his idea is a little too out there. Ya know how his creative mind works lol. I just see a lot of creative ideas going on back and forth between you two and just getting lost in your own little worlds. Not to mention plenty of movie marathons, maybe a little pillow fort to watch said movie marathons in. Don’t get me started on adopting all the animals either, plenty of cats and dogs to go around! Also another boy that would be extremely spoiled to no end.Kihyun: @illbetheresomehow Luíza my Little Luíza ☺️. As much as Kihyun loves to be a little shit and cause chaos while nagging and messing with his members I can just picture him being ever so loving and protective of ya. Granted he will love to mess with you every so often as well but I can see you getting even with him when he leases expect it and boy will that boy be surprised. He won’t know what hit him! Lol. I can just see the two of you traveling all over the place going to little cafes to try and find the perfect cafe. Also picture him wanting to learn how to cook anything and everything of your native dishes, I also can picture you messing with him if he does something wrong for a specific dish lol. But definitely plenty of smiles and good laughs oh and lots of hugs too 😌.Hyungwon: @hyxng-wonnie You are so lucky I’m not pairing you with Kihyun as much as I really want to because he’s more of a match for you! Anyways! Plenty of gossiping and being sassy together. The amount of sass coming from you both making Kihyun probably want to hit you both since he doesn’t wanna deal with two sassy mouth kids. Don’t get me started on naps. It’ll never be fun trying to get you both up. Also... Wrapping you both in bubble wrap. Him to be protected from every single one of his members and possibly himself considering how many times that boy gets injured by who knows what, the wind probably. You because you just need to be saved from yourself with the amount of injuries you get alone. And no Heather... CHANGKYUN IS NOT POPPING THE BUBBLES 😡. And no you cannot pop the bubbles while you’re wrapped in them either!Jooheon: @floofsta-x Because if anyone is going to spoil our Jooheonie it would have to be Bryony. Seriously that man deserves so much love and attention and she could give him all of that and more. Not to mention the amount of chaos that I can picture the two of you going through to torment the rest of the members. Just getting back at all the times Minhyuk and Kihyun have scared this poor baby. Please protect him at all costs. He maybe a scary, badass rapper on stage but offstage... His heart can only handle so much torment lol. I can definitely picture you helping him out whenever he has some writers block with his raps, going on little adventures together (avoiding all bugs as much as possible), making each other laugh. Spoiling him to no end basically lol. I just wish you the best of luck with enduring his aegyo you can do it!Changkyun: @dontpanicwerenotatthedisco / @withnosuchgrace / @ims-monbebe / @changkyoon THIS ONE WAS SO DIFFICULT BECAUSE YOU ALL LOVE AND WANT TO PROTECT OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE MAKNAE WITH ALL YOUR HEARTS! Even when he does say the randomest things ever that make you question your love for him. But ya know he’s cute, adorable, young, and he makes up for it. Also makes us question how old he is sometimes but ya know that’s another story for another day. MOVING ON! Shelsy.... do I even need to say anything??? Possibly the one person who could maybe keep Changkyun in check keyword being maybe cuz you would both go off on random tangents about anything and everything possibly while everyone else is looking at you like what the hell is going on. Also ya know Kihyun is gonna wanna murder ya probably but we won’t let that happen don’t worry. Also... I’m just saying... that little puppy and his big black sweatshirt. That’s it. Tahira... You would spoil this boy rotten! If that boy didn’t feel loved as is right now, he would definitely feel it from you! Also I see you stealing all of that poor boys wardrobe lol. Celeste, I can just picture you two going off on random little adventures together and documenting them for the future. Going back home to look through everything, laughing at some of the candid photos that you didn’t know each other took. Karla, I can picture you going on little adventures to some of those animal cafe thingys they have. Ya know like the one Minhyuk and Jooheon went to with the meerkats. Just going to one with puppies and you trying to convince Changkyun not sneak all the puppies out even if he’s pouting so much like pleaseeee. But then I see you both adopting one and loving it so much. Then Changkyun gets extremely jealous cuz the puppy gets more attention then him, but back on topic here lol. He’ll be spoiled by you as well but you would get him to think before he says some of the things that come out of his mouth. We all know someone’s gotta do it at some point lol.Ok so I definitely went off on random tangents and I’m sorry!!!! But yea soooooo that brings this to an end I guess 😅. I do seriously love you all though and please excuse the random shit I’ve said, I had too much sugar in me and my brain may have gotten a little carried away in the creative department in moments. I tried my best to keep it in check! 😩

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cruzrogue · 6 years

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Impaired Judgment

a summer fic for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon

wrote this in the summer can read at A03

Summary:

John Diggle is out of it by an aphrodisiac truth drug and its awkward field mission. He tells Felicity how he appreciated her and then it leads to how he thinks she is very beautiful and sexy and how he tried to control himself in the beginning before Oliver got a clue and they were just friends. When Oliver shows up Diggle needs his help too. John has no clue what was said. Oliver and Felicity promise to never tell him.

Notes:I just love John Diggle and I don't find enough Dig centric fics.

prompt: Impaired Judgment

“Overwatch, I’m going to need you to help me with Spartan.” Green Arrow calls out as he leaves the exit door with his partner half on him stagger walking. She places the really uncomfortable mask on her face and runs towards where Oliver is holding Dig up and takes over draping her arm around the man on the other side and helps Oliver get him to safety in the van.

“Need to finish checking the perimeter; will you be okay with John here?”

“Sure. Do you know what chemical he walked into?”

“No.”

“I’ll draw blood and start analyzing.”

“Okay. Keep an eye out, if you see anything. Get out of here.”

She nods. Oliver gives a quick look to John before he hurries back in to finish his sweep.

--->

Other than a few moans and John having a moment of opening and shutting his visor over and over while giving Felicity odd smiles that somewhat look even more bizarre coming from him.

“I like my new helmet; I should have listened to you from the beginning when you said it needed loads of improvement.”

She made a noise of agreement as she helps take one sleeve off his jacket to roll his shirt up his arm. Placing a stretchy band around his bicep so she could draw blood he is observing at her every move.

“I don’t wanna act like Oliver and not be a good listener.”

“I don’t think anyone can beat Oliver.” She hears a snicker on the communicator and pays no mind to it as she draws blood.

“Good, he’s really thick headed, took him like ever to suck it up and go after one of the best girls I’ve ever known.”

“Awe thanks, I think you’re awesome too.”

“And sexy.”

“Um sure, I think you’re very handsome.”

“Sexy, super smart like really out of this world smartest genius and a loud voice that does wonders.”

“You aren’t talking about yourself at all.”

“No I’m talking about you silly. You are a diamond, did you know that?”

“A mineral?”

“A unique mineral, did you know diamonds exhibits great fire and brilliance just like you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, Oliver told me that. Well he went on and on. Diamond is like a 10 on the moth no, no, moors um no …”

“The Mohs scale.”

“Sure whatever, see how you just corrected me like that it so…”

“Educational?” She heard Oliver make a ‘psst’ sound.

“Sexy. Smart ladies are stimulating.”

She just moved to look at the video feed to make sure Oliver wasn’t in any danger while keeping a very vocal John Diggle company.

“Do you know something?”

She looks at John waiting for a reply.

When he just had his head cocked to the side she finally asked, “Do I know what?”

“I threw you way over the friend zone long, long, long, long…” He stops like he’s thinking a bit. “Long time ago threw you to the sibling sector.”

“Oh.”

“Yep. You became a little smarty-pants sister.”

“Okay.”

<---

They get interrupted a by the Green Arrow as he asks a mission question, “Overwatch is there any movement on the second level?”

“No. There nothing going on under you but movement on the stairwell 800 feet to your left. Plenty of movement happening on the third and fourth floors.”

“Got it. I’m sending in those little gizmos to check for chemical comprehensions to load later at the lair.”

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

--->

John Diggle was snickering throughout their whole exchange.

“You two are wild bunnies.”

“What?”

“Yep, like catching you two butt naked last week.”

“Oh my God.” Felicity squeals out.

“Oh shit.” She hears Oliver say.

“I so saw you naked once.” He snickered out with a laugh. “Before it became a recurring theme.”

“What do you mean you saw her naked?”

“Oliver, he can’t hear you.”

“You talking to Oliver?” she nods. He continues after shrugging. “I wasn’t supposing too but I did. I was paralyzed with fear you’d see me. But I was there. I was supposed to keep an eye on you.” He laughs. “I sure got a nice eyeful too.”

“I really don’t want to hear this.” Oliver mumbles.

“Oliver was just being a dick. Ha! A dick, I’ve seen his dick too.” He retorts looking amusingly at Felicity’s wide eyes. “His I may have seen a tad more than your blush rosy behind and perky breasts with button nipples that I bet he enjoys palming now. I know I would if I was him.” He looked like he was sobering up but asked, “Do you know I love you guys and both of you love me right?”

“Of course, I love you.”

“Does Oliver?”

“Of course. You two are brothers.”

“Yea. Love that bone head.” He has a faraway look as he shocks her yet again, “I knew you’d been a queen since the day you put him in his place that boy was going to be a goner.”

Felicity took a cloth from the first aid kid and wiped sweat from John’s forehead. He was also slightly heating up so she shoved a thermometer into his mouth.

<---

“Oh really.” She continued as when she took the stick from John’s mouth after the allotted time and saw he had a slight elevation. “Oliver John temperature rose just a tad.”

“At least we know he is breathing fine. Be careful Felicity with his impaired judgment he could become a threat. But keep him talking if he starts to sound off I’ll head back sooner he’ll need medical attention.”

“Alright, you’re doing great being stealthy in there. Did you find any TI points?”

“I’ve found three so far. Whatever they are mixing here it’s big.”

“Well once we have knowledge you can come back with the team.”

--->

Diggle had his eyes on her lap as she was talking to Oliver and when her attention was back on John. He chirped out, “So nothing in the oven yet?”

“What?”

“No baby Queen? I’m ready for a baby Queen, ask your hubby when he’s going to hurry up and knock you up.”

“Wow, maybe I’m not ready there so much on our hands…”

“Excuses, excuses. You two are so full of it.”

“Wow John, I didn’t think you felt this way.”

“Felicity if you really knew how I felt you’d wouldn’t talk to me again.”

“How do…”

“Felicity don’t you dare.” Oliver said quickly.

“Ah, happy you asked.”

A groan on the communicator told Felicity that Oliver so was not pleased.

<---

After listening for fifteen minutes on how to have intercourse and all the body parts needed and why John was content that he spoke his sexual piece. Felicity moaned in displeasure. Between hearing Oliver fighting some men and Diggle recipes on baby making Felicity was horrified enough for a lifetime.

“Now I’ve been strident with Oliver in this matter but I’m so glad we talked about this.”

Oliver spoke up, “Heading back now. ETA three minutes.”

“Got it. John lets buckle you in.”

“My pants are too tight.” He started to unbutton his pants.

“John please stop, oh god your unzippering.”

“What the hell is going on?” she hears Oliver huffing as he is heading their way.

“John is…”

“I need to be free.” He says as he moves his hand into his boxers.

“Oh God I can’t watch.” Felicity turns away but she can hear a satisfied moan from John as he finally is freed from his tormenting confinement.

--->

The back door of the van opens and Oliver groans.

“Felicity drive us a few miles up then I need to help Diggle get some relief.”

“What do you mean help John with relief.” She says as she pulls away and drives until Oliver tells her to stop. Both men get out and she can’t see them nor hear them. Not until the communicator is back online.

“We are heading back just drive us to the lair.”

“Fine.”

Once at the lair Diggle falls asleep. He vitals all stable so Felicity is running the chemical composition as Oliver stands near John.

“John is going to be so mortified.” Felicity quips looking at the sleeping form.

“That is if he remembers.”

Oliver and Felicity quite don’t know what to say and promise to never tell him like ever. They come to find that John Diggle has no idea what happened after the gas hit him. They wait for Lyla to come pick him up.

#john diggle #Felicity Smoak #oliver queen #olicity hiatus fic-a-thon #original team arrow

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redditnosleep · 6 years

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I've Been Seeing A Man In My Backyard For The Past Two Nights

by Opinionson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (Final)

I’m sorry to inform you guys but I think it’s about time we wrap up the show. My parents have returned home and both the police and my neighbors haven’t seen the man ever since I left. I’ve been on the road for the past few days and I just want to stop running. My parents informed me that they got ahold of a revolver now and all I want to do is just go home, sleep in my own bed, and be done with this madness.

I’m starting to think that all of this has all just been in my head. The guy hasn’t made any notable appearances in my life since that night and maybe that video he sent was just from the first two nights I saw him. I don’t know. I guess that's been the problem ever since the start of this is that I have just been over reacting to this whole phenomenon. Maybe this guy is just some deranged burglar, maybe he came to my house thinking I was somebody else, I don’t know for sure.

Tom and I have been on and off the road, only stopping to get food or to piss. A lot of comments have been telling me to either stop using reddit and to stake it out and confront the man myself. I’ve come to realize that I have been making a poor choice documenting everything that has happened on reddit; got only knows if this man has been using it to his advantage. But more importantly I’ve been hiding and running away from him all this time. I thought was finally time I confront him myself. Now I am not going to make an effort to contact him or find him, but If he decides he wants to come and attack my house, my family, and myself, then he will finally meet his maker.

However, I thought a good start would be to pay the 7/11 guy a visit today, and we decided to confront him. I just needed to be sure that it wasn’t him. We parked in front of the 7/11 at about 8 at night, about 3 hours ago. This is the conversation we had to the best of my memory.

Tom: Is this the guy?

Me: Yea this is him, lets just go in and ask him a few questions. We just need to scare him a little and see how he responds.

Tom took his pistol from the backseat and put it in his holster.

Me: Dude is that necessary? Look man we aren’t even sure if this is the guy we can’t just pull a gun on him and make him shit himself.

Tom: Just taking some precaution is all, and if this is the guy then we gotta be careful.

And with that Tom got out of his car and started walking in as I followed.

As soon as we walked in he asked-

Cashier: Hey boys how are we doing today?

We both gave him a stern look so he responded-

Cashier: Hey guys come on what’s sour mood?

I looked at Tom and he looked back at the cashier and asked-

Tom: Lovely day isn’t it?

I could see that the guy was getting visibly nervous and began to sweat a little.

Cashier: Hey man I couldn’t help but notice that gun in your holster, pretty nice gun that's an m1911 colt right? My dad had one of those.

We didn’t break eye contact

Me: Yea I would say it’s a pretty nice day isn’t it. How’s your day going well?

I went directly in front of the counter and got face to face with him.

Me: Hey can ask you something

I could see the cashier swallowing and he coughed-

Cashier: Uh yea sure what is it

Me: Do you drive here to work by any chance?

Cashier: Oh uh haha negatory my friend drops me off

I looked at Tom and he looked back at the guy.

Tom: You best not being lying to us.

The cashier broke-

Cashier: Look guys, I don’t want any trouble, if you are here to rob the place that doesn’t concern me, I’m just a guy who works here alright just take the money and go if that's what you want.

Me: We aren’t here to rob anything, just asking a couple questions if that's alright with you.

Cashier folded his arms and said

Cashier: Sure ask whatever you need what’s up?

Me: When does your shift end?

Cashier: Oh usually around 3 in the morning. Hey what's all this about boys are you guys undercover cops or something?

Me: Have you seen a gray volkswagen in the past couple nights you’ve been working here?

Cashier: Actually I did, the night before you came in there was a guy who came in after you the other night.

Me: Did he buy anything?

Cashier: Yea he bought some cigarettes and dipping tobacco. He didn’t say much but he said he had a long night ahead of him.

Tom: I take it he gave you I.D.?

Cashier: Yea he did.

Me: What was his name do you remember?

Cashier: I think it was Nathan Silverstein or something like that.

Me: Nick Sullivan?

Cashier: Shit I’m pretty sure that was his name, what's it to you by the way?

Tom: Can we see your I.D. for a second?

He showed us his I.D. and this guy seemed to be completely innocent.

Me: Alright man thank for your time, the police might come later to ask for your camera feed from that night but I appreciate your help.

We left and that was the end of it. Finally after all these days of running we finally got a decent lead on this guy. We called the police and they are currently going over the tapes. This was an amazing feeling now that we will finally have a good lead on this guy now. I can finally go home.

Tom has been such a good friend the past couple days. He has stuck with me through thick and thin even through these rough times, and I am eternally grateful for what he has done for me in this time of need. After a long day of traveling he told me that his girlfriend has been awfully worried about him, and this made me feel even worse about the situation. Finally told him that we needed to part ways, and that I wanted him to go home and rest and that I apologized for putting him in danger. He told me not to sweat it and that it was a pretty exciting experience for him despite it maybe putting our lives in jeopardy. I gave him some money to help him with his troubles. He is going to his girlfriend's house he said and he will be staying there for a while until this gets completely sorted out.

No more running, no more fear, no more stalking. I am finally done with this guys. I can’t wait to go home, see my family, and be safe and sound in my home again. I want to thank you all for your support through these past few days. It has really meant a lot.

At some point I got texts from my parents saying it was safe to come home. When I called them everything sounded normal. However my Mom sounded somewhat worried and flustered about the whole situation when my dad put her on the phone. I asked her what was wrong and she had simply told me “I’m just under a lot of stress” and followed it by “Just come home please we miss you”. I feel really sorry for them, I don’t know why but I somewhat blame myself for all this shit happening. If they haven’t seen the stalker at all, then this must have to do with me and me alone. I must have done something to cause this man to torment my family.

As we speak Tom has just left back home and I am finishing this last update at starbucks. I’ll call an uber and I’ll finally be home. If the guy gets caught I’ll link you guys to a news article or something but this is the final update.

Thank you all for the advice and enthusiasm. Peace.

Edit 12:12 am: Just came home and there aren't any cars in my driveway. I'm a little worried. Calling my parents.

Edit 12:14 am: Alright no answer from my parents. Gonna try the garage code now.

Edit 12:16 am: Welp my parents must have changed the garage code or something. I'm banging on the door and no one is fucking answering.

Edit 12:18 am: Jesus it's fucking cold haha.

Edit 12:21 am: Alright well lights are turning on in my bedroom so they are obviously home.

Edit 12:24 am: Have a nice day everyone!

Edit 12:34 am: LOL guys I'm just kidding ya'll need to chill.

Edit 12:35 am: More updates to come guys lots and lots of updates.

Eidt 12:38 am: JUST WAIT FOR 3:24 AM EVERYONE!

All good things come to an end my friends!

This stuff is very important you know!

Home sweet home

#creepy #horror story #author: Opinionson #stalker #series #i've been seeing a man in my backyard series

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stownnn · 4 years

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I was the girl who was always smiling, loving and caring to all, I was the girl who was tough, who knew her worth and when enough was enough Now I’m crazy to you, cause of all you did there for im going through the list

You had a friend who was IN LOVE with you, who you done sexual things with before, and lied to me about but ill get to that later she didn��t like me and treated me like crap, I tried to be nice but you even know she treated me like an outcast, she talked bad about me so did her family and you claim you screamed at them she tried to get you jumped a few times, for no reason she got mad when i came home and you didn’t talk to her for a week cause you were spending time with me she then refuses to let you come to her house on her birthday cause you were with your friend Mario Thats when you guys officially stopped speaking and i said “good it should stay that way cause look shes even bugging out over Mario” Oh but you say i made you stop speaking to her?? FALSE

Finding out you guys did sexual things before we dated and kissed multiple times, theres videos of you grabbing her boobs and squeezing it and hurting her for whatever amusement it was for. I asked about this previously, you lied and said no. When i found out you lied i snapped on you She treated me like shit, than i find out you lied!! FOR MONTHS but im crazy now right??

You hung out with her lying to me that you didn’t before I found out about the sexual things, and once i found out, i got upset cause you LIED TO ME, and again SHE TREATED ME LIKE SHIT but once again I’m crazy, right???

I began to loose more trust in you, questioned you with things about her. You screamed at me, told me you didn’t love me. You and your friend Mario played games and pranks saying you were on the phone with her calling me crazy cause i couldn’t trust you. While i sat there crying cause you were hurting me, and you didn’t care. You said you didn’t love me, I said “yea okay prove it, hit me” Cause i didn’t think you would Thats when the first hit happened, you smacked me hard in my face, I was dumb enough to say do it again and you did. I sat there crying, while you had no remorse for what you did and were doing to me

Your dad began to be mean to me, cause we were fighting all the time. he took your side, of course never mine. I was in the wrong for being upset cause all you did was lie and lie and lie

I gained a little weight, he called me fat, and lied to you about that. You never defended me, and allowed me to become more insecure.

Then came Nicole, a random girl who snapped you and flirted with you calling you cute and hot. You returned the compliment calling her HOT, flirting with her on how you liked her you saved the conversation but cleared it from your chat i found it by her snapping you with her tits hanging out I got defensive, then i read the chat showing messages between you and this girl I got enraged and your parents didn’t know why, we explained and they sTILL TOOK YOUR SIDE. OH BUT IM CRAZY NOW?? FOR GETTING MAD OVER THIS?? FOR LOOSING MORE TRUST IN YOU, HOW BAD COULD THIS GET?? You didn’t see where you were wrong, and i continued to hope things would change

Then Logan came in our life and now we go through this list, and things you LOVE to deny He wanted us to break up, he did all in his power to instigate it. Bringing up your ex, and you talked about infront of me how she sucked your dick in full on detail, disregarding all i said on how it made me feel, you told me to shut up, youre telling him a story. You compared me to girls who were fake, who corset and waist trained, and had surgery done to them, you told me you leave me for them cause i was annoying cause i COULDNT TRUST YOU, AND GOT HURT BY ALL YOU WERE DOING TO ME We broke up, just so you can “go get pussy” with logan and AJ while i was home crying panicking, not understanding why i did to be treated this way You and I threw hands at each other, cause logan said for you to put me in my place your mom had to break us up, luckily she did cause i was gonna bash you head in the wall OH BUT IM THE CRAZY ONE RIGHT?? We broke up several times Your dad started to treat me more like shit, and make me cry It got hard to be with you, i grew to have more anxiety, Logan continued to instigate it more and more, as well put me down and make me cry, and you allowed him too ALL THE TIME OH BUT IM THE CRAZY ONE RIGHT?? FOR GETTING UPSET AND CRYING AT WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME?? You began to love to torment me, pinning me down and doing that long spit thing on me, where you let your droll hang then slurp it back up, got it close to my face, and sometimes it fell and im screaming stop, and you just laughed every time. Sometimes you restrain me trying to stick ear wax in my mouth OH BUT IM THE CRAZY ONE RIGHT?? FOR GETTING UPSET AND CRYING AT WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME RIGHT?? You told me you cheat on me with a 14 year old, you then laughed when i got shocked and hurt by what you said, and laughed about it with Logan Then my best friend died, and i really lost my mind, toxic relationship with a boy i love so much, and now my best friend who only knew about it really was gone, and it was so much to handle Logan convinced your dad i was unstable, and started to give me on the pills he took daily, so i can be “stable” and you ALLOWED HIM TOO. YOU SAY YOU DONT REMEMBER THAT BUT YOU WERE IN THE FUCKING CAR DRIVING. YOU FUCKING SAID IF I DIDNT TAKE IT YOUR DAD WOULD GET MAD AND NOW LET ME SLEEP OVER. NOT LET ME SEE YOU. OH BUT IM THE CRAZY ONE RIGHT?? FOR REACTING AND CRYING, AND NOT TRUSTING YOU AT ALL?? Logan made it where i barely saw you, but this is where you changed a bit and made it where i came first at times. But you still allowed logan to treat me like shit and make me wish i just died. OH BUT IM CRAZY RIGHT??? FOR ALL YOU FUCKING DID TO ME?? Logans left after he made a threat to get me jumped, for no reason. and things got somewhat easier after that.

I then got in a car crash, and you were getting better. Your dad was still the same and it was still hard to be around you, knowing how i was being treated. Your mom cared for me and loved me but that didn’t last very long.

Fast forwarding to accusations a few months after that Will said about you cheating on me with your friend Daniella. Now heres the thing, given our history... IM CRAZY FOR BELIEVING AND FEARING THAT?? As well you called her cute all the time, BUT IM CRAZY FOR BELIEVING AND FEARING THAT RIGHT?? finding out MONTHS LATER, when we first started dating for WEEKS you had a crush on her. YOU TALKED ABOUT FUCKING HER AND GETTING HEAD IN THE FREEZER BEFORE YOU DATED ME. OH BUT IM CRAZY FOR REALLY FEARING YOU STILL LIKED HER AND CHEATED ON ME WITH HER?? AFTER ALL YOU DID TO ME?? REALLY?? She snapped you all the time saying “come visit meeee” when you became an electrician and wasnt working with her and king kullen anymore, never me just you. IM CRAZY FOR BEING SCARED THOUGH RIGHT???

This is when the feelings faded, officially i had control over you, you cut off daniella, logan and cass were gone. NEVER DID I EVER MAKE YOU STOP TALKING TO LOGAN AND CASS THOUGH. But i couldn’t trust you. at all, CAN YOU BLAME ME?? I questioned you repeatedly, asking the same things over and over again. BECAUSE I COULDN’T TRUST YOU, AND ALL I EVER HAD WITH YOU WAS PURE ANXIETY. This led to a lot of issues and we fought all the time, you love to get your parents involved and loved for them to heard us fight so they can shut me down and take your side, BECAUSE IM THE CRAZY ONE RIGHT????????????????

I couldn’t spend christmas morning like i wanted to with my mom because your mom would freak out and get mad saying we are running late. I was crazy for thinking of a future, wanting to buy a big house and have a family. Your dad told me to keep my dreams to myself. Your mom and i fought over everything, and she made me cry. You let her, and never took my side. I was alone, my mother and father, family all together was always made fun of. I had to deal with it because it didn’t matter right? Because I was crazy, right? You followed these famous sex workers, and said it makes you feel good. I normally wouldn’t care but given our history. It made me more insecure. We still argued daily, we still banged heads. You still put me down. You still made me insecure. Your parents did as well. Nothing was ever said or done. But if i reacted, i was called crazy. because i am crazy..... right??

I couldnt trust you to go anywhere, but thats because im crazy... right?

Nothing changed, i was still treated poorly. In hopes things get better. Not realizing i was loosing feelings. It became a routine. We never really did anything or saw other people to know it officially. With you anxiety you shifted and changed, but you were still the same guy. Your mom took me trying to calm you down and be there for you as not letting her in. The nurse even defended me saying i was just helping cause she was giving you more anxiety and we didnt want the matters worse, she always made me out to be the bad guy. But i was crazy right?? It was all me.

I realized I lost feelings, but i didn’t want to leave you at the time. I was so unhappy. I felt constant anxiety. I felt so worthless.

At the same time you doing all this, i know i was toxic as well i should’ve walked away, i should’ve let you go. I should’ve done it for the best of us. But i stayed hoping for the best, knowing i didn’t trust you and that we possibly never be the same. When you made things about you I would get so upset, cause it was never about me. I was never put first, and it made me angry, and you felt bad at a point. cause you were sorta changing. but not completely. Nothing was healthy. I asked repeated questions. I knew your answer, but i didn’t believe you. You still lie about things yet we talked before we broke up and you even admitted it. I don’t get it. I wont ever. Me leaving did us both a favor. it did everyone. But let me make this clear i was never crazy. You just created a new side to me that only occurred with you..

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