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ystrike1 · 2 years

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I'm Dating A Psychopath - By NoSleepAreWe (8.5/10)

This is an independently published series, and the team behind it is not messing around. The artist behind it has a reputation already and a Patreon and experience+++. This has the potential to go mainstream because it's a crime drama. It's not a romance. Obsession and disturbing themes will be involved, and the author has specifically warned the audience. They seem to know that their art has lured in romance lovers, but that's not what is happening here.

This is not fluff.

Finn is weird.

She's an unpleasant, unsociable girl that doesn't like to look people in the eye. She's pretty enough, and she has a decent job but she's introverted in an unhealthy way. When people do try to speak to her she gets annoyed.

Unpleasant female characters are a thing for me. When I see one I expect good or higher quality writing. Why? Well in most webtoons of this nature the female characters tend to fall into achetypes. Finn doesn't fit into one. She makes people uncomfortable. She's not a cute girl or a sweet older sister or a broke college student. She doesn't fit in...but not in the usual way. Finn cannot be fixed with a makeover or a date. You'll get it if you read it.

Finn is really into serial killer documentaries. She can also take insults like a champ. The two women in front of her are NOT malicious. They are NOT stereotype fueled bullies. They're two friends who sometimes eat lunch with the quiet Finn. Finn is the outlier. The woman with no close friends. The women whisper about how Finn doesn't listen when people talk, but it's not in a mean way. They don't know how to deal with her. They're all adults so they just quietly eat and stop trying to talk to Finn.

Finn sometimes does feel...regret about her weirdness. She wishes she could grin easily like everyone. She practices smiling in a window, and that's when we see her stalker. His name is Isaac, and he's her co-worker. He's popular and handsome and brand new in the office. She isn't interested in him or anyone, so she doesn't even greet him. This scene is a little off, but I didn't think he was stalking her at first. He might not be. Isaac wants to "play games" with Finn. That doesn't mean he's interested in her personally. That just means she's a fun target.

There's been a sting of violent murders. The cops know it's a serial killer. Finn boldly confronts Isaac when he follows her home, and he has a lineup of excuses ready. Isaac is very good at acting normal. He also tries to use romance as a tool to get close to Finn

Isaac insists he's not following her. He has proof. His new apartment is in her building. He starts talking about destiny and how unlikely and romantic their meeting is. Finn just wants to go inside and ignore him, but he keeps talking. Finn says destiny is nonsense, and Isaac changes course. He praises her for her logical thinking. He says he was lying, and that she's right. This isn't destiny. He's stalking her, and he knows alot about her. Then, before she leaves he says he's just kidding.

There's alot of arrogance lurking inside Isaac. I don't think he's the wealthy genius type, so he has to blend in and have a job. He can't do anything drastic, but it seems like he wants to. I don't know if he's the serial killer. He is connected to Finn though. Finn was traumatized by a killer, who has resurfaced. Her obsession with studying killers is a way to cope. In my opinion being arrogant is much worse than being awkward, but...society doesn't work that way. Finn won't be able to expose Isaac easily, because she's weird and he's popular.

Finn is in contact with the detective on the case. Scott is like an uncle to her. He's a frazzled man who has seen alot of shit, but he's very kind. Finn visits him at the station because that's where she feels safe.

Finn dreams about getting beaten sometimes.

Is the killer on the loose her father?

We don't know.

Finn doesn't know Isaac, so there's no clear connection between them. The beginning is just snapshots from Finn's perspective, and she doesn't know anything.

She's afraid.

Isaac is extremely bold, arrogant and manipulative. He told Finn's manager that he wanted to ask Finn out. Finn's manager is a nosy, kind thirty something that thinks a date will fix Finn. Isaac uses that. The manager accidentally/casually??? reveals Finn's address. She's a sucker for love stories. She is the reason why Finn has a dangerous neighbor.

Isaac even tells that manager about his I'm-your-stalker "prank". This is where dread seriously sets in. The manager smacks his arm and tells him he won't get a date with creepy jokes.

That confirms it.

He can do what he wants for the time being. He does things like this as a test. I'm certain of it. He wants to know what he can get away with. A weird person like Finn would get whispers if she made a stalker joke. Stalking is not a joke, but apparently it's a silly mistake if you're sweet enough.

If you're handsome enough.

If you can blend in well enough.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #I'm Dating A Psychopath

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jayswritings13 · 2 years

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Total Drama: Flirty s/o with Brick, Sammy and Scott

Request: "Can I have Brick, Sammy, and Scott with a very flirty S/O?" by Anon

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Brick

OH GOD, HE'S BROKEN.

Literally, can't look at you without turning bright red.

Like unbelievably bright red.

"Are you feeling okay there, solider?"

He suddenly forgot how to speak, just sputtering out syllables and sounds, hoping and praying that they make a coherent sentence at some point.

They never do.

It takes Brick a good while before he can even full respond back to your remarks, and even then, his responses are often one word or two words.

He hasn't had any experience in flirting, so someone, please help him.

No one has even given him this sort of attention and he is loving it, but also really lost.

"You're too cute."

"I-You-That's-" Brick quickly said, "Um-" He stops when he hears your laughter. He halts any and all speech, suddenly fearing that he's misinterpreted all of your interactions and you don't like him and you just like to mess with him and watch him squirm and yo-

"I like that." You said, grinning. "I'm sure that it's pretty obvious that I like you, solider."

"You do?"

"Yes! Even more so, wherever you get flustered."

"I-you-" Brick pauses and takes a breath, "It's that all the time?"

"Uh huh."

Sammy

So oblivious.

After years of being emotionally abused by her sister, she's convinced herself that no one is truly interested in her.

So when you start hanging around her, showing her extra attention, and complimenting her, she's fully convinced that it's either a joke or all in her head.

Instead of asking and dealing with this confusion, Sammy ignores it.

Which is really hard to do whenever you get close and complement her and flirt with her.

For half a second, she's convinced that you are not joking, because no one would do a joke for this long or this elaborate.

So, with some help from Jasmine, she gathers up the courage to ask you about it.

"Do you like me?"

"Wow, surprisingly forward from someone who's been ignoring all my advances," You laughed, "But yes."

All that sudden courage Sammy had? Yeah, that went right out the window once she realized that you were being honest.

"Oh, wow," Sammy said, suddenly unsure of what to say and very aware of how your eyes were on her. "So, like none of that was a joke? Amy didn't put you up to this?!"

Sammy never really gets used to your undivided attention on her, or your constant affectionate comments and actions.

But, nonetheless, she loves them and she enjoys spending time with you.

Even if you make her so happy that she gets sick from how the butterflies in her stomach bounce around.

And you love nothing more than to fluster her and shower he in affection.

"You're the best person I know." You said, smiling so brightly at Sammy that she for sure thought that it was a dream. "Also, the most beautiful."

Though, your hand in hers always seemed to bring her back to reality.

Scott

He tries so hard to be just as flirty back.

But he has no idea what he's doing.

He has no idea how to respond to any of your affection or attention.

He hates that he's not that guy that can effortlessly flirt with girls, but, as for you, you love nothing more than to watch him react to your advances.

"You've been pretty silent there, Freckles." You smirked, "You're normally talking my ear off. As annoying as your whining and plotting can get, I do miss hearing you."

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Scott grumbled, "Besides, I don't what you're talking about." Though, you could tell that was all complete bullshit.

Growing up as he did, it wasn't like Scott had a lot of experience with affection.

And he hates to admit when he sucks at something.

"I, er, like your teeth? Wait-no!"

"Um, thanks, I guess."

You would think that spending as much time as he did around Alejandro while on the villains team would help him a bit.

Though, you guess there was a different sort of charm to Scott's awkward unflirting and compliments.

"Y'know, if you really aren't comfortable with the flirting and overly affectionate stuff, I'll cut it down a bit." You said, "I like you, and I love watching you squirm, but not if you totally uncomfortable."

"No, uh. I don't hate it.... I'm just not good with this kind of stuff, as you can probably tell."

"You don't say."

"Hey, I'm trying!" Scott said, as you laughed.

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 44: Hellhound

After Sam had gotten better, she was discharged and immediately went to see the sheriff who seemed to be awake a little better.

The older Stilinski smiled at the girl as she peeked in the room. "Hey, Sam.", he greeted. She smiled, happy to see him okay. "Hi.", she responded and came to sit next to him.

"I heard you got discharged. What happened?", the sheriff asked. Sam rubbed behind her neck. "Kinda got poisoned… and I was kinda sick for a while."

Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "How'd that happen?"

Sam frowned. "Theo."

His face changed to a disappointed expression. He knew he was affected by Theo's actions too, but he only hoped his kids didn't get hurt.

Sam noticed his silence and smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I found out what happened, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help heal you, but my body wouldn't even let me move unless I needed to puke."

Noah's expression softened. "You don't have to worry about me, kiddo."

Sam's smile grew a bit more.

Hours had passed and the boys had come back with Kira, along with the sheriff being discharged.

The teens met up with Stiles' dad. They had gotten news that someone had found a new group of dead bodies under the substation that the boys were at the other day.

They watched as nurses walked by with bodies in black bags on gurneys and brought them into the morgue.

"Who found them?", Stiles asked his dad. Despite the improvement on the sheriff's health, he still looked exhausted.

"Argent.", he replied. "And he said the Doctors were down there."

Sam frowned. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is." He trailed off. "They said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"Hey," Scott said, "what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies."

"Why would they do that?", Kira asked. The teens had updated her on everything that had previously happened after she left.

"Maybe they're covering for it.", Stiles suggested. He looked at Scott. "Protecting it as a parent would."

"Protecting what?", Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," Scott replied.

"The Beast of Gevaudan.", Sam said. "Also known as the Beast," Kira added. The sheriff just looked at the kids, so confused.

"We know. Horrifying.", Stiles said.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish.", his dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

The sheriff had the kids go to school after missing out on so much.

Suddenly, the PA system came on, "By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown.", they heard, shocking the students. "All after-school activities are canceled until further notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

Their eyes widened as two cops with rifle guns walked past them in the hall and other students looked at them worryingly.

Sam and Scott saw Stiles talking to a cop and they quickly joined them. "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?", Stiles asked the deputy.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things," he said. "and he wouldn't officially say why."

Stiles looked at his friends with an annoyed expression. He couldn't blame the sheriff, though. He almost lost his job because he couldn't solve the murders caused by the supernatural issues.

"Did he say anything unofficially?", Scott asked.

"No.", the deputy replied. "But everyone's got a theory."

"What's yours?", Stiles asked. "I shouldn't even be talking to you guys.", the deputy dismissed, ignoring Stiles' question. "Don't you have class?"

"Come on, Strauss," Stiles said. "What's your theory?" Strauss glanced over at the other two deputies standing at a distance before he leaned towards the teens and whispered.

"Do you guys believe in the supernatural?" The teens looked confused, feigning innocent curiosity.

Turns out that some of the cops suspected the incidents to be of supernatural occurrences.

The teen quickly dismissed the deputy, laughing it off before leaving the school. Sam followed Scott who found Liam. The supernatural boys looked at each other in surprise as they looked over towards a door.

"Is that it?", Sam asked them. Scott nods as they had found a door to a room that led to the Dread Doctors.

Scott took a breath as he slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slid the door open and they froze once they were faced with a gun pointed at them.

They let out a breath once they saw Chris. "Holy shit…", Sam muttered, a smile growing on her face in relief.

Chris seemed relieved as well and placed back his gun into his belt. Scott suddenly frowned as he sniffed.

Chris caught on. "You didn't," Scott whispered.

"I had to," Chris replied. The teens peeked around Chris' shoulder and saw a familiar face.

Sam glared at Chris. "Really?" Who stood behind them was Chris' father, Gerard. He lost a lot of weight. He looked malnourished, and very pale.

"Hello, Scott. Samantha.", the older man greeted.

Sam growled and Scott's eyes turned red. "That's a new color on you, Scott.", Gerard said and looked at Sam. "Seems the bite kicked in as well."

"You want another one?", Sam threatened.

"Who's the old guy?", Liam asked. "Gerard.", Sam replied.

"At the moment," Gerard chuckled. "they would call me a necessary evil. But yes, my name is Gerard."

"What were you thinking?", Scott asked Chris.

Chris frowned. "That we need him."

"He's right.", Gerard agreed. "If you want to catch a werewolf-like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

Scott looked at Sam and she sighed. This again. She hated using the Argents for their issues.

Chris stepped forward, "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything is written and everything passed down."

Scott stepped forward as well. "You sure about this?"

Chris sighed, "Take a look." He motioned the teens to follow him. They walked into another room and saw a painting on the wall at the far end of the room.

They walked up to it. There was a drawing of two beasts attacking each other. One of them had flames coming out of its mouth and bright orange eyes.

That beast would be considered Parrish, but Scott wasn't sure. The other Beast looks like a giant werewolf, a bit bigger than the flame engulfed beast. Both had one of their arms up, ready to attack each other. The bigger beast had a hold on the smaller one and had his hand wrapped around its arm.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Chris explained. He looked over at Scott and Sam. "Do you know what the other one is?"

They both shook their heads.

"The Hellhound," Gerard said. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them knows what they are.", Chris added.

"Kinda like Jackson…", Sam muttered, making Scott look at her in realization.

"What is it?", Chris asked the boy.

"Stiles and I found a message in Latin…", Scott explained. "Damnatio Memoriae."

Chris's eyes widened as he looked back at his dad. "They want it to remember itself.", Gerard informed.

"That might give us time.", Chris said. "Time for what?", Liam asked, worried.

"To prevent this.", Chris replied as he stepped up to the painting. He placed his hands on the wall and lowered his head. Then he started kicking the walls and destroying the tiles as they hit the floor.

Sam frowned as she looked at the mural. Her eyes widened as she nudged Scott and pointed at it after Chris had finished.

The two beasts weren't just fighting. They were fighting on top of a pile of dead bodies in a field. Chris stepped back as they all just stared at the drawing in shock.

"Who are they?", Liam asked. "Us.", Sam replied. "It's all of us."

Liam looked at Sam and Scott in panic. Immediately, Scott started to talk with Chris to figure out how they would stop the Beast.

However, Sam tuned them out as her ears were filled with sounds of distant screams and growling. Her heart raced as she stepped towards the painting and held her hand out to touch it.

The moment she touched the painting, she was now in the lacrosse field. There were people running around and screaming, tumbling over dead bodies and scattering.

She turned and saw the Beast standing in the middle of the field and growling loudly.

She frowned as a bright orange light caught her attention. Once she turned around, her eyes widened to see Parrish engulfed in flames.

Parrish walked up to the girl, a blank look plastered on his face. "Death is coming.", he muttered and she took in a gasp, her vision coming back to the Dread Doctors operating room.

She let out a sigh, as Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?", Scott asked.

"The lacrosse field…dead bodies…and the beast. I'm starting to think this is gonna come true.", she said, looking at the painting and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Gerard and Chris exchanged a look of understanding.

The next day, Sam rushed to the Sheriff's station. She had to get answers. Parrish was the hellhound? How? Why?

Once she got in, she made her way to Parrish's desk while he was looking over some papers.

"Can we talk for a sec?", she asked the deputy. Parrish looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Jordan, this is serious.", she said, frowning. His eyes widened and he stood up, motioning her to follow him, and she did just that. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"Well… you wouldn't happen to have any type of apocalyptic dreams, would you? No dead bodies at the school? No beast on the lacrosse field?", she asked.

He looked at the girl with wide, confused eyes and shook his head. "No, why?"

She sighed. What did that vision mean then? Was it wrong? Was he not the hellhound?

She took out her phone and showed him the picture of the painting. "Look, this is you and the Beast fighting each other."

He looked at the picture with furrowed eyebrows. "When I touched it, I saw the Beast standing on the Lacrosse field. There were screams and people running away and then you showed up in flames. Saying something about death is coming."

His eyes widened, "Does anybody else know about this?"

Sam shook her head, "I figured I'd just go straight to the source."

He frowned and looked at the picture then back at her. "Why would I say "death is coming" ?"

Sam shrugged, "I've got no clue either."

It wasn't good. Parrish had no idea and they were back to being frustrated with not knowing the beast's next move.

Malia came back with Deaton and Braeden after battling her mother.

Apparently Deaton had been captured and held hostage this entire time. It was relieving news that he was back and safe.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large…something.", the trip heard Hayden's sister say.

"I've got eyes on the same thing.", another deputy said. "Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown."

The teens felt their nervousness wave in the jeep.

"Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medics on the way.", another deputy answered.

Deaths already. This wasn't supposed to happen…

"Do you have a perp insight, Unit Six?"

"10-4," Dispatch replied, "can you say what kind of animal?"

"Some kind of rabid animal."

Hayden's sister's voice came through, "Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

"Looks like a 10 91E.", they hear.

Sam gave Stiles a raised eyebrow. Stiles shook his head. "Animal attack." She nodded in understanding.

Stiles grabbed the radio and pressed the button, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

The teens jumped, hearing Stiles' dad on the line. "Stiles, get off the radio." His dad replied angrily. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge southbound on Beachwood.", they heard Hayden's sister say.

"All units, this is dispatch. We've got a 911 call with additional sightings on Mitchell. This thing is either moving fast, or split in two."

Sam frowned. How fast was this thing moving? "Wait a second." Stiles spoke up. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed for the hospital…", Sam said in realization.

Stiles quickly took the radio and spoke into it, "Dad."

"Stiles, get off of this channel.", the sheriff fussed.

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." Scott's eyes widened. Melissa was working tonight.

Stiles pressed in panic. "You hear me? It's headed for the hospital.", he repeated, speeding up.

Scott hurriedly called his mother and she quickly answered.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?", Melissa asked. "You gotta evacuate the hospital, now!", Scott replied. "Okay, they're making an–"

She stayed silent. Then all of a sudden, sirens went off. "I think Dispatch just called in."

She hung up. The trio all looked at each other in despair.

"Need eyes on Parrish.", they heard the sheriff once more. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

The dispatcher's voice spoke, "All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running."

Parrish.

"Clark, disregard.", Sheriff Stilinski said and the teens sighed in relief.

The trio quickly ran into the hospital after arriving and looked around. They jumped at the sound of a cocked gun and turned around to see Stiles' dad.

Sam frowned as she looked at the gun he held. "That's not gonna do it.", she muttered and froze as she felt a heavy presence moving around in the hospital.

The beast was already here.

Shit.

They stayed silent as they heard a thud and a growl. They looked above them, hearing the growls get louder.

Sam tried to detect which floor the beast was on and who else was there. There were other people up there. Patient, doctor or otherwise.

"Fourth floor.", she muttered and led them up to the fourth floor.

Once they arrived, they saw flames in lighting up in certain areas of the hallways. That was definitely Parrish's work.

The hallway lights flashed and dimmed, causing a difficulty with seeing things clearly.

The sheriff stepped in front of the teens, holding up his gun and looking around as he led them down the hallways.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a huge fireball flew past them. They looked to see where the source of the thrown ball had come from and saw Parrish being thrown back into a wall, his flames quickly dying out.

Parrish looked back at them, his eyes sparkling a bright orange. He was wounded. He had three large, deep claw marks on his chest.

His eyes slowly dimmed out as he began to fall into unconsciousness.

The sheriff walked over towards Parrish with Sam following behind him. Parrish's eyes were open, just blank. "Parrish? Are you okay? Deputy!", the sheriff exclaimed, calling the young deputy. Parrish awakened and looked at Sheriff Stilinski.

Parrish looked at both the sheriff and Sam in confusion as his body quickly healed. Her eyes widened. She didn't know he could do that…

Now he just looked dirty.

Sam looked back at Scott and Stiles, getting up and following them. Scott's attention was focused on the floor and Sam followed his gaze. A large bloody paw print was plastered on the floor. It had to have come from the beast.

However, the large bloody paw prints turned into smaller bloody footprints. Scott and Sam raised an eyebrow at each other.

Who was the beast?

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 1 year

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20 may 2023 Saturday 3:23 am pt

I know child rape happened more recently. Back in 2008 I learned that child rape victims became in continent. Last year I learned my cousin knew, who is now 21, Bcz she personally knows someone her age who was raped when she was a child 🧒 and became incontinent. 3:25 am pt ick.

I would NEVER want to be married to a god like that. 3:26 am pt

3:26 am pt they have shown me they can edit photographs and print it out as if it was taken with 35 mm film 🎞, and videos, and your memory. They can and do change history all the time. Now I fear he changed the Diane sawyer interview. 3:28 am pt Bcz what they do is shameful and they know it and they don’t plan to own up and stop 🛑. They will never 👎 stop 🛑 like they say in harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️. They intentionally mislead with the line about the monster 👹 that lives in the little girl 👧 dream 😴. 3:30 🕞 am pt david Scott cano is their king 🤴 their favorite and he accepts them as they are even though they are liars. 3:31 am pt

6:59 am pt incubus miñion next door 🚪 made me cry out in pain all morning and then he acts like he is innocent 😇 and annoyed when he comes out of his room. Are those nasa backpacks 🎒 exclusive or are those for everyone? Incubus joke of shakugan no Shana stuff. I saw 👀 a nasa backpack 🎒 in 2015? Next door 🚪 to Brendan when we were all neighbors. He said he came from Los Angeles but never talked to me. 7:03 am pt he’s been relentless this morning. I had nausea tummy aches stabbing pains in my abdomen and diarrhea that looks like lemon 🍋 juice 🧃 and I think 💭 I have the taste 👅 of mayb vinegar in my mouth 👄. Back left ribs pain. This pain started in 2017 when they were my neighbors. Autocorrect: mother next. He attacked my mother too. She lost a lot of bones 🦴 this year. We both started losing bones 🦴 at the same time in the hips, 2017 I think 💭 . My mom had a great figure until 2017, too. 😞 incubus miñion doesn’t care that “Brendan” might be Adam and that he offered to buy me plane ✈️ tickets 🎫 to have s*x with him in 2001, and he wanted me to probably say we were boyfriend and girlfriend then, too. No one cares Bcz he holds all the power. 7:09 am pt he tortured my *ss a lot recently and this morning burning it with acid making it bleed a lot. 7:10 am pt it makes me unable to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ and my abdomen turned a weird dark beige color. 7:11 am pt I’m afraid to lay down but I’m tired 😓 tired 😴. 7:11 am pt they punished me profusely (?) probably for the things I wrote and did not write ✍️ (abdomen pain 7:12 am pt) they keep trying to push a memory on me that I’m uncertain if it’s real. Or if they made it up. Either way, there was no penetration of Scott’s p*nis until he took off the condom. My vag seemed to have a mind of its own I thought 💭. I thought 💭 it was a sign 🪧 that I really didn’t want to have s*x at all with Scott that day, like I told him “I don’t think 💭 we should be doing this.” 7:16 am pt left ribs pain harder ! They are going to punish me again!!!! 7:17 am pt 😫😖😭 I can’t take this anymore! 7:17 am pt

7:23 am pt they changed my photos and my face so people won’t believe that I could have been prettier. They also changed my sister’s pictures, too. The incubus miñion probably did it for him so this is basically him not caring about the truth. And trying to hide it for him. 7:26 am pt they’re all like that. They like s*x with minors:15 & 16 year old girls. Maybe younger? When they’re 21 & 22 and older. 7:27 am pt. This is not a fake out. They’re really killing me and changed history to hide their ugly truth. 7:28 am pt

8:20 am pt they want me to write ✍️ that I tried to get his p*nis to penetrate me first, that he laid down first and then got up and I laid down after he got up 🆙. I don’t remember this part at first so I didn’t write it but now it is starting to feel like a real memory. 8:22 am pt

11:58 am pt my anus was eaten by acid. It is probably not where it is supposed to be. It hurts a lot. 12 pmpt those who have seen me know that this is real. 12 pmpdt

4:56 pmpt they want you to doubt if some of the crimes are real Bcz it allows them to have more freedom from those who would find it unacceptable to be forced by a higher power. Dolphin 🐬. Died. B4 2017? A lot. They do a lot of shameful things without shame. 4:58 pmpt

12:03 am pt I realized that all that running 🏃🏻‍♀️ I did was (ass stingy pain 😞 been bloody 🩸) was probably to make me more miserable in the present time back then. Track and cross country running and trying to p.r. On every mile was extremely hard. A team mate once asked me if I enjoyed running 🏃🏻‍♀️. Practice was a lot of times hard so I no longer enjoyed running 🏃🏻‍♀️ and I told her I enjoyed the results [of being able to eat more rather than the actual running 🏃🏻‍♀️ ]. The incubus miñion made my mom buy me sour grapes 🍇 today Bcz I thought 💭 of this a few days (big toe bone 🦴 pain 😖😭) he likes to smile I think at the thought 💭 of my death ☠️ Bcz in Japanese shi character looks like it’s smiling and shi means death ☠️. The Japanese are so much into cleanliness in their homes 🏠 that maybe 🤔 they look 👀 forward to death ☠️? Could they be suffering too? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ 12:10 am pt I’m also sour that the incubus put some effort into deceiving me by visiting me more recently I thought 💭 but I didn’t look 👀 directly at him so I’m not sure 🤔 but they wanted me to believe it was him. They made me imagine him sitting on top of me a few years ago when I was h*rny. But I think back to my life and think 💭 that there probably was no adequate times in my life for him that there is no way we could have dated the incubus way. 12:13 am pt seems more probable that he isn’t spending any time at all with me now. Only his miñion to kill me and do it in a miserable way making me feel miserable most of the time if not all the time. Anus felt a little more on the raw side today and very painful each extra strength application of acid. 12:16 am pt this acid on my anus is probably not new to me. I don’t remember well anymore but I did think so earlier when I recalled diarrhea when I was ≈9 years old at my dad’s. 12:17 am pt

12:27 am pt how do I know he’s smiling? He lets me know by forcing me to smile b4 or after I feel pain. 12:28 am pt

12:29 am pt he likes to do a lot of petty mean things to me after I tell him what I think of him. He ruins my things and makes me waste stuff even though I have no money 💰 left and he makes sure I know that he is retailiating. 12:31 am pt I told him I thought 💭 he was a child rapist and he has been extra hard every time. Makes me think 💭 that he’s extra guilty but has no shame. 12:32 am pt

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Wild Hearts Chapter Nine

The next few days were the hardest for her, mostly because they had to get back to work. Bill was still very happy. More so than he’d ever been. They had a ton of fun at work, probably more than they really should be having. The best she could figure was he finally felt not only free but at peace with himself and his life. She could only imagine getting to live out one of his biggest fantasies, at least in part, played a huge role in this. She was more than happy to be the one to help him with it. Not only that, but learn more about herself through the whole experience and make the connection with him. They didn’t talk about Aurora, ever. It was just them. He even got her off the set one day for a picnic in a nearby field. Something he’d planned entirely. She’d never had anything like this in her entire life. Scott had never been this romantic, even when they were just dating.

On Wednesday, she was giving a brief rundown of everything going on to the executive producer. More or less a progress report on Bill and the status of the other horses, when Bill entered the stable with another guy. Someone she hadn’t ever seen before. That wasn’t saying much because she assumed when it came to production stuff there were a ton of people she was never going to meet. He motioned over in her direction and they came towards her.

“You wanna be in the movie?” Bill asked her.

“Hold your horses there Bill,” The other guy laughed, “There’s a whole process before that point.”

“Yeah but she’ll do great.” Bill insisted.

“I’m sorry what’s this about?” She asked, she couldn’t exactly say she didn’t want to be in a movie. It had been a dream of hers long ago but she’d written it off for a myriad of reasons. The most she’d ever done were a few plays in high school and one stage production locally right after she’d been married. She would have continued but Scott had put an end to that too. That was five years ago and she’d given up on all of her dreams entirely shortly after.

“Bill here thinks that you may be a better onscreen match for him than who’s supposed to play his wife.” The guy said, “The only reason I’m here right now is I kind of agree with him. Their screen tests are lukewarm at best.”

“You want me to play his wife?” She asked, “In the movie?”

“If you show any more promise than that annoying Amber Slate woman, yes.” He said. She looked at Bill, kind of stunned to hear this. More than that. Outright shocked. This wouldn’t just be her first movie but she’d be right up there next to Bill. Could she actually pull this off? He seemed to think she could.

“I’ll be working with you too, see? You trust that I know what I’m doing, right Chris?” Bill insisted, “If she can teach me all this shit about horses which she did, I can teach her everything I know about acting.”

“Honestly I believe if anyone can do that, it’s you, but it’s more about chemistry. You gotta give me something here.” This guy now known as Chris said even though she still had no actual idea what his role in any of this film was.

“One day,” Bill said, “All I need is one, then she’ll audition.”

“Alright, I’ll want you in my office tomorrow at nine. Got it?” He asked, “I’ll get the others there too, casting, producers...whatever.”

“Thank you, so much.” Bill said. The guy gave her another look and then walked out of the stables looking like he was not very comfortable being in there. She couldn’t imagine he would be given his designer suit and all the smells around them. “How fast can you learn a Russian accent?”

“Not in 24 hours. You’re insane.” She laughed and shook her head, “As nice as this idea is-”

“I’ll call my dialect guy.” He said, “I learned it.”

“No offense but you’re already from Sweden and that accent is weird anyway.” She said, “Right now you’re workin with a girl from the south. Dallas. I gotta lose this accent in 24 hours to audition? Ain’t no fucking way, Bill.”

“Do you want this?” He asked, “Don’t lie, I saw how your eyes lit up. Whatever it is, you like the idea you just don’t think you can do it. Is that right?”

“It’s not as simple as all that.” She said, “Besides what if they don’t think we got chemistry anyway?”

“For one, we do, I know what on screen chemistry is. I’ve had plenty of it. Secondly, if you really want this I can teach you what you need to know. You have to believe that.” He insisted. She sighed. She guessed that it wasn’t really going to hurt her to try.

“If I don’t get the part I still get to keep the horse job right?” She asked, “And what about that anyway? I can’t just go from lead horse wrangler lady to...what? Supporting actress? I got no time to be doing both.”

“If you don’t get the part I’ll make sure they let you keep your job. If you get the part you’ll be replaced. Please? That actress is...she’s not a bad actress but we got nothing between us. It’ll ruin the movie.” He insisted. This seemed very important to him, just like all the kinky pony stuff. At that point she definitely trusted he knew what he was doing and saying. The world of acting was his expertise, not hers. Though it did kind of get her wondering what his on screen chemistry with any woman was like. She still hadn’t even seen a full movie that he’d been in. All she had seen were some clips of Pennywise. There wasn’t time to sit down and watch a two part movie that would amount to being four hours of her day. At night she was just too exhausted and during the day she was busy. She’d thought about asking to watch it with him then thought that would be weird.

“Fine, I’ll give it a try but on the condition I get to watch you in some movie somewhere and you don’t get all squirrely about it.” She told him.

“I was never stopping you in the first place. Might want to start with Hemlock Grove.” He said, “Come on, we have a lot of work to do.” He took her arm and started to pull her out of the stables and back towards his trailer. She supposed that was the best place to work and prepare for this. It was exciting even if it also made her kind of nauseous with anxiety. Was this really happening? Even worse, what the hell was Aurora going to think when she got back. If things went the way he seemed to want them to go this was only going to make his life worse. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be a catalyst to that sort of situation.

*****

The rest of the day was grueling. Far more so than just working with horses and training Bill how not to fall off of them and kill himself. She found she actually wasn’t bad at acting, not with him. He made it so easy. Probably because he was so talented. Hearing him with a Russian accent was constantly driving her crazy. There was no way that hurt the performance because whenever he did it she got turned on and couldn’t stop looking at him with such a hunger that it made her soul ache.

He laid out the movie for her and went over the script. The role was indeed supporting, not close to main. Enough screen time to make her character important but not enough to draw focus away from him. The good thing about the story was that the husband and wife were very much in love. Two very psychopathic people who enjoyed the hunt. Somewhere along the lines they’d grown bored with dangerous game and turned their attention to humans. The movie made it seem like it was some sort of foreplay for them. It was a dark and gruesome plot, but it was very well written. Her character was cunning and dangerous. A woman meant to compliment everything that his character was.

The worst part was the dialect coach. Not that he was bad at his job but she was terrible at changing her speech patterns. She was pretty sure both Bill and this new guy, Matt, were about to wring her neck for not being able to get anything right. She could deliver the lines just fine if she didn’t have to do that Russian accent. That was what they spent the most time on. Over, and over, and over. She just couldn’t get her mouth to do any of that. Especially not the whole rolling R thing she was supposed to do on quite a few of the words.

It probably wasn’t until around nine that night that she started to kick her brain into gear to function correctly enough to start, just barely, doing it right. The first line she actually spat out correctly made them cheer loudly. It also made her laugh because she was relieved that it had even worked. They’d spent ten hours discussing this, trying to teach her, even over lunch and then dinner. It just never stopped. It gave her a whole new appreciation for the dedication that Bill was putting into his work.

“Good just keep doing that.” Matt told her, “Don’t stop, keep speaking in that accent so you don’t lose it if you have to.”

“I’ll keep her on her toes. Don’t worry.” Bill said.

“I don’t think it matters because I’ll probably go to sleep and it’ll all be wiped from my brain.” She said and yawned.

“Then I will just have to speak with a Russian accent all the time until after the audition.” Bill said, using the accent exactly as he was explaining. She wasn’t even going to complain about that because it was so fucking hot. She didn’t think it would help her one bit but if it wasn’t a big deal for him there was also no reason to make him stop.

“You think that will be a punishment for me?” She laughed.

“Well, whatever you two got going on here, he was right. He has no chemistry with Amber. I’ve seen them.” Matt said, “But, I got shit to do so good luck let me know how it turns out.”

“Of course,” Bill said, “We’ll get lunch or something.”

“Sounds good. Have a good night.” Matt told them and then headed out of the trailer. Krystal looked over at him and sighed.

“It will be a borderline miracle if we pull this off you know.” She said, “It’s not just my acting it’s the chemistry...the fucking chemistry.”

“Then there’s no reason it shouldn’t work. We got this.” He said putting an arm around her and pulling her close. She laughed softly and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. It felt good to be in his arms like this again, even if she knew there was no way this could actually last. It relaxed her, though, and she was definitely going to need that to be able to get enough rest to pass the audition in the morning.

*****

At nine o’clock sharp the next morning, they were at some large office in downtown L.A. It was big enough for a group of people and here she was supposed to perform these lines with Bill. Prove to everyone who was probably investing an ungodly amount of time, money, and effort into this project that she was worth it. She was barely worth her weight in horse manure so she also wasn’t sure why Bill was trying to sell her so hard on this. Maybe to him she was good but he had to be biased right? Maybe it was some kind of rose color glasses or he was just drunk on whatever lust she’d been providing him. She was so nervous she also thought she might puke. She hadn’t been able to eat anything for breakfast. Her only saving grace was that she didn’t have to do this audition alone. He would be there and he’d help her keep focus. At least she hoped.

The introductions were very quick. She was aware they were busy because they made that abundantly clear. It seemed they were really only putting up with this based on Bill’s word and the level of respect they had for him. She didn’t play into the equation at all because they didn’t know her nor did she have any clout in the industry whatsoever. She heard Bill talking to them, explaining the situation. From what she understood, the guy she met the day before had been the director. Also in the room was the casting director, a few of the producers, and the lead script writer. It seemed that if this was going to be decided it would be all of them who chose her, even though she knew that she’d already won Bill’s vote.

“Alright are you ready?” Bill asked, turning to her.

“Not really but guess there’s no better time than this.” She said and laughed nervously. He put a hand on her arm and turned her to face him, so the men who were watching were in the corner of her eye. They’d still be able to see her and what she was doing but she wouldn’t need to focus on them. He put his hands on her face and moved her head to look into his eyes as he looked down.

“You can do this, just us here okay?” He said, “Deep breath, I’ll read you in. Like we practiced. Remember?” He was nodding his head a bit as he said this like he was trying to convince her. She just nodded and took in a deep breath. He dropped his hands and stood up quite a bit straighter. His posture took on the confidence of the man she’d seen in the bedroom in that equestrian outfit in the bedroom. He was dressed normally hear but picturing that certainly helped her to loosen up, even if it only was a bit.

“This? This is the one?” He asked angrily, “This one, he will be no fun. Weak.” He motioned as if he was holding something in his hand. She knew that according to the script they were supposed to be looking at pictures or something to decide on their next target together. It was somewhat of a chilling discussion to establish them as horrible elitists who only ever others as below them. Cattle. Or worse.

“No this one, very deceptive.” She said, “Maybe small but crafty. Give us a challenge.” She motioned to his hands as if he actually had a photograph there.

“You are mad, I could snap his leg like twig.” He insisted.

“Perhaps,” She said, “But he is a thinker, educated. We need to worry about this one, I told you...I have seen him sniffing around. We invite him and take care of problem ourselves.”

“Hardly any meat on this one. I shoot him when he comes in the door. No effort.” Bill scoffed as if what she was proposing was ridiculous.

“No fun in that,” She shook her head, “When have I made mistake before? Hmmm? Tell you what, if I wrong about this then you choose next pig. It is my turn and this is the one I want.” He laughed and grabbed her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close. His hand stroking gently over her cheek as he looked into her eyes.

“How could I ever say no to you?” He purred, “My sweet princess can have this poor cow if that is her wish.” He pulled her into a kiss because that’s what they were supposed to do and she kissed him back eagerly. After all, they were supposed to have something resembling chemistry here and it really wasn’t hard to fake it while kissing him. He released her a moment later and she found herself trying to catch her breath. She turned to look at the rest of the men there.

“Give us a moment please, outside.” Casting director said. She was fairly sure his name was Kevin or something. She hadn’t really been paying attention thanks to how on edge she was. He nodded and took her arm, pulling her out of there before she could think of anything to say in her defense.

“Shit that’s bad right?” She asked once they were out in the hall.

“Trust me if it was that bad they’d have stopped us from saying our lines way before the kiss.” He laughed, “It’s normal, they are just going to discuss it. You don’t have anything to worry about, I swear.”

“And if they say no?” She asked.

“They aren’t going to say no.” He told her, “Come on, want some coffee or something?” He motioned to a table that was set up just outside of there that had an assortment of refreshments.

“Water is fine, I think I’ll puke if I have anything other than that.” She told him. He nodded and went to grab her a bottle, holding it out in her direction. She took it from him and opened it, taking a small sip to help deal with how dry her mouth had gotten. The door opened and the director poked his head out and looked around for a moment until his eyes landed on Bill.

“Bill, can we see you in here a minute? Just you,” He said.

“Yeah, Krystal just have a seat okay?” Bill told her and headed back into the office. That was easier said than done so she didn’t do it. She just paced instead. It seemed like eternity before the door opened again and Bill came out of there he was holding something in his hand which he then held out for her to take. It was a large packet of stuff. She looked at him but took it anyway.

“What is this?” She asked.

“This is the part where you find out about all the paperwork that comes with being in a movie, that and your copy of the script.” He said.

“Are you serious?” She asked, “They...they want me? They said it’s okay?”

“Yes,” He smiled, “We’re going to need to do a lot of work for this but it will be worth it. I promise. You’ll even get your own trailer, well, it was going to be Amber’s but they don’t need her around anymore do they?”

“Yeah but I don’t want her to-”

“Truth be told she wanted off the project.” He said, “Look, it’s no hard feelings between any of us. She’s not even a bad actress but sometimes the chemistry just isn’t right. I think we both knew that and she already had something lined up. Her schedule was pushing filming really thin for her. She wasn’t sure after finding this out, it was worth it. She’d mentioned maybe trying to sweet talk someone into a replacement and I thought you were perfect. I can have her tell you herself if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh...really?”

“Sometimes that’s just how it is.” He said. “Besides, the last thing I’d want to do is start your career by making you an enemy if that was the case I’d have had them bring in another professional. No offense.”

“None taken because I still think that might be a better idea.” She laughed.

“You’re working with me, I’ll teach you everything I know, and you’re going to do just fine. I promise. Have I steered you wrong yet?” He asked.

“No, but in all fairness it’s only been a little over a week so you have a lot of time to fuck something up.” She joked and punched him in the arm playfully. He stumbled back, all dramatic, as if she’d actually hurt him then started to laugh. “Oh shut up.”

“Come on, we have a lot to do and very little time to do it. We need to get started. Are you ready for this?” He asked. She nodded. In all honesty she didn’t think she was ready. What she thought was that he would show her the way. Guide her. Help her learn everything she needed to know in order to be able to do this. She did trust that he could do that, could get her prepared. In that moment she was very unprepared. More so than she’d ever been but she had faith he could get her to where she needed to be. This seemed to be like all the good karma she’d been waiting for after so many years in that nightmare she called a marriage.

#WHChapterNine #WHStory

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newestwhiteboyobsession · 2 years

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“All I Want To Be Worth Is You” - Peter Maximoff x F! Mutant! Reader

So I started writing and I MEANT for this to be angst and then I finished writing it and I was like wow I accidentally just wrote fluff.

This was also meant to be based on a song and halfway through I just got carried away and forgot it was based on the song lmao

But I still really like how this came out

If there was one thing Peter knew how to do, it was run. Life was so slow in comparison to how fast he moved, he found himself not really paying attention to the world around him. He never really thought about the future. He never really thought about getting in any sort of relationship. I mean, he had. He saw his sister Wanda with her robot boyfriend and thought that maybe it would be nice to have something like that. But he always pushed that thought away as soon as it came. He was a loser; who in their right mind would want to be with him? He was sarcastic and annoying, childish, and a kleptomaniac. Yeah, it was easiest to just push the idea to the back of his mind.

So in the middle of the night, when he felt restless and couldn't sleep, he decided to do what he did best. Meeting a girl was the last thing he thought he’d do that night. As he ran by the park, he saw her sitting there alone. He sped up next to her, taking a seat on the bench she was sitting on.

“Hey.” He said, catching her attention. She seemed unfazed that suddenly he was there, where no one was before.

“You shouldn't be out here alone this late at night, it's dangerous.” He said, finding himself concerned for this girl who didn't even know his name.

That made her laugh. “I think I can handle myself. I appreciate the concern though.”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Why are you out here?” He asked, making her laugh again like it was an inside joke that only she was in on.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She replied, leaning back on the bench, “I like being out at night. It's dark and quiet.”

He nodded, “I couldn't sleep.” Something about the way she spoke was weird to him, “Are you from around here?” She shook her head.

“What are you doing in Westchester then?”

She looked him over, looking amused for a reason he couldn't figure out, “I’m looking for a school.”

That was almost two weeks ago. From the moment she arrived at Xavier’s she instantly caught the attention of everyone, students and teachers alike. Among her other abilities, she was able to teleport, much to the delight of Kurt; she had a near genius-level intelligence, which made Hank seek her out frequently to pick her brain; even Alex got along with her, though it probably helped that she was a pretty face. But for reasons unknown to him, her favorite person to be around was Peter. He made her laugh and shared his stolen snacks with her. She helped him rag on Scott, and defended him from Alex’s snide remarks. At first, it felt almost unreal, like he was in a dream that he was going to wake up from any second. But as reality began to set in, and as time went on, the more he found himself hypnotized by her striking eyes, he knew he had to be honest with himself. He was falling hard and falling fast.

So Peter did what Peter did best, and he ran. She was perfect, and he was, well, him; there was no way he’d ever have a chance. He began to avoid her, going to the dining hall when she wouldn't be there, taking the routes to class he knew she never took. He was hoping he could just push down the weightless feeling he got when she was around, and that she would forget he ever even existed.

But she was smart, of course she had noticed.

“Peter.” He heard her call from across the main hall. He turned around and they locked eyes from across the room. He tried to turn back around to speed away, but she teleported in front of him, blocking his way of escape.

She put a hand on his chest, “Can we talk?” All he could do was nod dumbly at her soft voice, hoping she couldn't feel his heart about to break out of his chest.

She took his hand and led him up to the dorms, stopping at the door he knew to be hers. She took her hand out of his to unlock the door, and he felt a wave of emptiness he had never experienced before. He already missed the warmth of her hand in his own. She opened the door and he followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. He’d never been in her dorm room before. The overall layout was similar to his in terms of where everything in the room was placed, but the room was uniquely hers. Stacks of thick books were on basically every surface, many of them yellowed with age; various crystals sat on the windowsill next to her bed, he knew she believed in using the “energy of the universe” to do certain things(he didn't really get it but he liked that she seemed into it); a picture of her and her brother sat on her desk, along with pages upon pages of scientific formulas too advanced for him to comprehend.

She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit. She felt the bed dip next to her under his weight. It was quiet for a while until she spoke.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

Matter of factly and to the point, no judgment or anger, just the facts.

He swallowed and looked at his hands, not really knowing what to say. She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You can talk to me, Peter.” She smiled, “You aren't going to scare me away.”

He looked up into her eyes to see they were genuine, and somehow he felt worse than he already did.

He nodded, “I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you.” He started, trying to figure out what he was going to say as he went.

“I like you. A lot.” He took a deep breath, “And I know that you’re like, the most perfect girl ever. You’re smart and funny and powerful and you laugh at my crappy jokes, and I’m just a loser that always crashes at his mom's place and has a stealing problem, and I’m the not the smartest or most attractive guy and-” She cut off his rambling by putting her free hand over his mouth.

“You need to breathe at some point, Peter.” She chuckled, removing her hand, “And while you’re catching up on your oxygen, listen to what I have to say.”

He nodded, prompting her to go on.

She looked down at their intertwined hands, shaking her head and chuckling dryly, “You’re a dummy.”

She looked back up at him, brushing his bangs out of his eyes gently, “I don't want the smartest, or the strongest, or the best looking guy in the world. I want the sweet guy who makes me laugh, who cares about the people in his life more than anything. I want the dumbass with the big heart who thinks he deserves so much less than he actually does.” He held his breath.

“Case in point, I like you too.” He broke out into a grin and tackled her into a hug.

He pulled back to look at her face, before closing the distance between them, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. She kissed back with equal emotion, letting him know that she felt exactly the same way that he did. They pulled away, and he rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly.

She ran her fingers through his silver locks, “You’re worth so much more than you know.” She said softly, making his heart jump in his chest.

He smiled slightly.

“All I want to be worth is you.”

#peter maximoff #X-men one shot #X-men #quicksilver #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader #peter maximoff fluff #quicksilver fluff #oops! all fluff #its xmen quicksilver even tho wanda and vision are mentioned oops

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Teenage Dream

I think this one is the most fun thing I'd ever written. Maybe it can be a new series, I don't know. What do you think?

You were just reading smut fanfics about Derek Hale before sleep. When you woke up, you find that someway, you got into the Teen Wolf universe. Word count: 1.890 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Scott; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Stiles Contain: It's pretty fun; You dying of shame; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language PART 2 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It was a calm night. You were lying on your bed with your bedroom in darkness. In your hand, you were with your cell phone. You had just read on Tumblr brand new smut fanfic with Derek Hale, one of your most-loved fictional characters. You found another one with Stiles - a platonic fluff fic this time -, and you will read it when you woke up. You were almost sleeping, and you are not capable of reading it now. You just have to sleep.

You put your cell phone on your bedside table and fell asleep quickly. But when you woke up, you found yourself in a different and familiar bedroom. You sit on the waitress and look around.

It was a sunny morning outside, and you were still in your cheesy kitten print pajamas. The bed, the walls... Everything sounds familiar to you: It was Scott McCall's bedroom. At first sight, you thought it was such a real dream. However, when you stood up from the waitress, you hit your little finger on the bed.

"Fuuuck!"

You sat on the waitress, holding your foot. Damn! That pain's too real for all of that to be a dream. While you grab your foot, you look around again. You could smell cologne and some low noises from outside the house. A little bit more confused right now, you stood up and walks around the bedroom. Getting close to the window, you could see a familiar jeep.

No, no, no. It was impossible. All of this is just a hyper-realistic dream.

You walk in wide steps to the bathroom and look at you through the mirror. Well, you are the one reflected there. What the hell? Should you go downstairs? Should you stay right here, waiting for something happens?

Hell no.

You take a deep breath and open the bedroom door, walking downstairs on tiptoes. Then, you heard two familiar voices.

"I don't know, Stiles! She just appeared in my bedroom!"

"How she is? Does she have scales? Fangs?"

"She's just a normal girl. We have to do something! If she is a psychopath creature?"

"Scott, I'm serious. We need to call Derek."

"No! We don't need another sociopath near us. We need to take care of it all by ourselves."

You heard Stiles let out a long sigh.

"You even know how to control yourself yet, Scott. Derek is used to dealing with strange things like this. We have to call him."

"Shh! She woke up!"

Well, you were exposed.

You finish getting downstairs and walk close to the living room frame. Scott and Stiles were in the middle of the room, and they look at you scared. Your eyes got widen, and the room dives into a weird silence for a few seconds. Yeah, you aren't crazy: Somehow, you got into the Teen Wolf series.

And when you realize it...

"Oh my gosh." You put your hands on your head, in shock and so excited at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh!"

Scott and Stiles look at each other with a 'what the hell?' in the eyes. You turn yourself to look around. Yeah, it was Scott's house! Your inner teenager was freaking out.

"Scott..." Stiles looks at his friend "Calls Derek."

Scott already was with his cell phone in his hands.

"I'm already calling."

Man, how did you get there?! Excited, you open the door and runs outside without care about being in pajamas in the middle of the street. Derek finally answers Scott's call.

"Derek?! Oh, thank god!"

Scott almost could hear Derek's muscles get tense.

"...What happened?"

"There's a girl who suddenly appeared on my bed, and she's freaking out!"

"What do you mean with 'suddenly appeared'?"

"Suddenly, Derek! She wasn't there in a second, and then she just was!"

And then, you saw Stiles' jeep. Oh, man, you loved that jeep so much!! Excited and freaking out, you ran to the jeep. Stiles almost had a heart attack.

"No, no, don't touch my jeep!!"

But it was too late.

"Oh my gosh!!" You touch Stiles' jeep just as if it was of gold.

Stiles run to you, and Derek starts to understand that something pretty wrong was happening.

"Scott, who's yelling? You know what? Forget it. I'm coming. Took this girl in your bedroom, don't let her escape."

Derek turns the call off, and Scott puts his cell phone in his pocket. Scott approaches you, and Stiles hasn't the courage to approach you yet. So, he was just staring at you, praying that you don't do anything with his precious jeep.

"Hey!" Scott calls you, and you look at him. His voice was hesitant, but he was trying to control things "I think you should get into the house. I mean, right now."

You blink your eyes repeatedly at Scott, frozen in your place. Yeah, you were inside your favorite series when you were a teenager, with all your favorite characters... But, you know about Beacon Hills. The city was full of secrets and dangers. Until yesterday, you could see Scott and his friends escaping from death numerous times. This time, you will be the one who does it.

And this is not good.

"...Oh my gosh."

This time, your words were not from excitement but fear. Man, you're so fucked up.

You swallowed hard and got into Scott's house. The boy looks at Stiles, confused.

"I thought that took the girl inside my house would be harder."

They got into the house, looking at your shape sit on the couch. Now, you look terrified.

"Uhh..." Stiles looks at you, trying to find out something "How did you-"

"You guys need to send me home! Something went wrong, and I came here."

Scott and Stiles look at each other. It was Scott's turn to say something to you.

"What exactly went wrong?"

"I don't know! Look, I was just trying to sleep on my bed, and when I woke up, I was here."

"What are you?"

"Nothing, I'm just human. Do you guys did something that could have brought me here?"

They denied with his heads, so confused as you. Scott and Stiles were relatively new to the supernatural world. So, they are completely lost. You bit your inner lip, thoughtful.

"Something big made it. I mean, I'm definitely not from here."

Scott and Stiles stare at you with a scared gaze. Then, you all hear a car noise: It was Derek's Camaro. He was parking in front of Scott's house. Your eyes got widened when you saw it. Oh, man, you absolutely haven't the maturity to deal with Derek. Well, first of all: You were reading smut fanfic about him last night. Worse: It was an imagine! And you even want to remember the fact that, when the show got to its end, you and your best friend made tattoos. She tattoed the McCall Pack symbol on her arm, and, well, you tattooed a small triskelion between your boobs.

Man, you were dying of shame. It is such an odd situation. Anyone would never know about your tattoo or the fanfics.

Derek got into the house, and his eyes run to you immediately, and then he looks at Scott and Stiles. You felt your cheeks burning. Such an odd situation!!

"What the hell did you do?"

"Nothing!" Scott said, too nervous "She just came out of nowhere."

Derek narrowed his green eyes to Scott and Stiles, and then he looks at you. You already knew what he could ask you, so you started to talk.

"Either do I! Look" You took a deep breath, trying to contain all that mess of feelings inside of you "I was in my bedroom sleeping, and then I woke up here. But there something pretty important you guys should know about me: I am definitely not from here. When I came from, anyone of you exists. You all are fictional characters from a tv series."

The room dives into a weird silence. Scott looks at Stiles.

"Uh... Stiles... She's not lying."

"Oh, man, I was born in the wrong dimension. Hey," Stiles looks at you "What the girls think about me? Do they like me? Do I have many fans?"

Stiles began to approach you, but Derek grabs him by his shirt, avoiding an approximation.

"We don't know about her yet, so stay right there."

"Oh, c'mon" Siles looks at him and gives a few steps close to Scott when Derek unleashes him "I'm pretty sure you're curious as well."

"I'm not. I just want to know what the hell is going on."

You narrowed your eyes to Derek. You know why he wasn't interested to know about him. So, you started to talk.

"Are you sure? I mean, everyone thinks you are the most wronged of all."

Derek stares at you, unmoved by your words. You should know he would be suspicious about you. He stares at Scott and Stiles.

"She will stay with me until we know she is not a problem. I'll investigate to know how she came here."

What?! No, no, you have no maturity for that. You felt your cheeks burning again. Man, it was just like on fanfics!

You objected.

"Hell no! I'll stay here."

Without a drop of patience and calm, Derek rolled his eyes.

"You'll stay here? With Scott and his mom? So what do you will tell her about your presence at her house?"

Okay. Your plan was stupid. Also, it was funnier when Derek was rude to Stiles. With you, it was just annoying. You cross your arms in front of your chest, not so sure about what to say. He let out a long sigh of annoyance and took your arm. You widen your eyes standing up from the couch. You look at his hand on you, and then you look at him.

"Hey!"

Derek drags you in the door's direction and looks at Scott.

"Something went too wrong for this girl to be here. Tell me if you find something else."

"Wait!" Scott gives a step forward into you and Derek's direction "She can't stay a little more? We need to, uh... Investigate."

"Let your stupid curiosity for another time, Scott."

You whine in annoyance while Derek drags you in his car's direction. A few minutes ago, you would be freaking out of getting into Derek's Camaro. Now, you are just too pissed off to care.

"Let me go! I know how to walk!"

He opened the passenger's seat door and released you. Derek didn't talk anything, just stares at you in a silent order. Pissed off, you cross your arms in front of your chest, stubborn.

"I'll not come in!"

Derek gets closer to you, giving you a deadly glare.

"Get in the car. Now."

You swallowed hard. Oh man, this part wasn't like the fanfics. It was not sexy at all. Actually, it's a bit scary.

Pissed off, you get in the car, and Derek closes the door, getting into the driver's seat. You look at Scott e Stiles through the window, thinking that maybe it would be better if you stay with them. However, you haven't a choice. All you have to do now is try not to be killed by the first supernatural threat that appears in Beacon Hills.

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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i’m bad too 15 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader, hitman!au, oc-isn’t-a-hitman-but-she-could-be!au, word count: 1.8k warnings: none !! a/n: a “leading” chapter, before something actually happens! so, not the most exciting, but... yeah. :D

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If it’s one thing you’ve learned about yourself, it’s that you hate when Ten chews his food with his mouth open. He chomps it like a cow munching on grass, and sometimes, he even makes those weird wet sounds if the food is soft and squishy enough.

But after laying in a hospital bed for a week, unable to speak, you’re missing the ability to call your big brother ‘disgusting’ across the table, toss something in his direction, and him opening his mouth to show the contents of his dinner inside.

“Are you fucking insane? You let her go into hellfire, knowing damn well she wasn’t protected?” The voice is familiar, loud, and straining, like they’re on the verge of tears but too instilled with anger to let the sadness seep through. “I thought I said to keep her fucking safe if you wanted to work together.”

“I don’t work in the field, Ten. I don’t control what happens at the moment.”

“Yeah, but you set the commands. You give the orders. She’s fucking on her deathbed, Taeyong—“

“Don’t fucking say my name in public,” he hisses through his gritted teeth. “Listen. If it’s not her, it’s me.”

“I’d rather it be you.”

“You need me, Ten. Who is gonna do the dirty work for you? Look at those pretty fingers. You wouldn’t hurt a soul. But your sister—you know damn well she’s got potential to be more. This is just a hurl she’s jumping over. When she recovers—“

“You’ve got to be fucking insane, you think I’m gonna let her go back out there when you put her in harms way?”

Before the conversation could continue, you hear the door click shut, and the shuffling of flat shoes tapping against the cold tiles, reaching to your bedside. You can’t see, your body won’t let you fully awaken, and you can’t speak with this tube lodged in your throat. But the whiff of the cologne that comes hits your nostrils is a familiar one. It’s Doyoung.

He sighs, like he’s been troubled and you can’t even blame him. You told him not to worry, that you’d stay safe, and here you are—unable to move, unable to wake up, unable to breathe on your own, and unable to talk.

You hear his moments; the scuffing of his oversized denim jacket against the leather seat by your bed, browsing through the drawers with each push and slam until he finds what he’s looking for, and when you hear the television turn on, you could only assume it was for the remote.

“I wonder if they have Marvel movies playing,” he says, seemingly to no one in particular until you realize he’s speaking to you, in spite of the fact that you’re very much in a deep sleep. “I know they’re not your favorite, but you tolerate it. I never got to ask what kind of movies you liked. I… I guess I was being a little selfish when you gave me attention that I never considered to ask.”

You wanna tell him that you actually don’t even like movies, in fact, you prefer sitcoms in spite of your very evident opposite personality. If you could, you would tell him that you watch those superhero movies because he’s into them, that if you get to see that pretty little smile on his face, it makes you forget all your problems and… the moment is worthwhile.

Warmth reaches your fingers, and you could only assume that it’s Doyoung holding your hand. It’s a familiar feeling of home, like you’re meant to be here with him, except the current setting isn’t necessarily favored.

“Do you like Spongebob?” He asks, as if you could even respond. “Mm. Doesn’t really seem like your thing, but I feel like you’re the type to not look like you enjoy it, but you actually love it because it’s annoying.”

He’s… right. You want to laugh, genuinely laugh because Kim Doyoung is spot on with his prediction. He knows you better than he gives himself credit for, because he doesn’t change the channel and watches the TV with you.

“I bet you like sitcoms,” Doyoung mentions randomly, eyes still on the screen. “Like maybe not Modern Family, but maybe like… Parks and Rec. You don’t seem like you’d enjoy the Office too much, maybe Michael Scott is too much of a character but Andy Bernard looks like a guy you’d scare to the point he’d piss his pants, but you’d like him.” Again, you think to yourself. Because Doyoung got it right yet again.

He’s quiet for a bit, letting Spongebob play in the background and you could hear the conversation between Spongebob and Patrick. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s actually happening, but the feeling of being with Doyoung like this, hand in hand with something stupid playing on TV is your favorite.

It’s casual. No missions, no guns, no family business—just you and Doyoung.

Doyoung doesn’t say much on the day you finally wake up. With a tube wedged down your throat, it’s difficult to have a two-way conversation anyways, and seeing you like this probably breaks his heart, so any word that leaves his mouth might be with a stutter and a sob.

Spongebob plays on the television for another hour before Doyoung eventually breaks the glass of quietude, letting out a soft chuckle at something Patrick said. “Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, glancing over at you. “Wasn’t sure if you liked Spongebob.” Although you can’t speak, the soft squeeze of his hand gives away your approval, and a gentle smile tugs on his face.

There's another moment of silence, just before Doyoung lowers the volume of the TV before gathering enough courage to talk. It takes a lot to get himself to speak up against you, someone he sort of feared yet at the same time had strong feelings for.

“I know what you do,” he announces, eyes never leaving the flickering screen with cartoon characters under the deep blue sea do stupid things, unmatching to what he wants to say next. “I can’t say that I totally get it, because I don’t. I’d be lying if I said I did, but… you do those things, and I’m not a hundred percent sure what to make out of it, but I get why it was hard to confess… those things.” He runs his fingers through his greasy locks, accumulating in oils from how long he’s stayed here without going home to shower. “I kind of thought I was going to date someone really simple one day, yaknow? Settle down with a girl who has a job, sweet and kind, with the same end goal in mind. Get married, have kids… all that fun stuff.”

Your nose twitches at that. Because you’re definitely not that.

“But then I met you, which is… well,” he lets out a faint laugh, “... the complete opposite of all of that. You’re dangerous, cold, and oftentimes, I’m left hanging by a thread, confused on what we are and what I actually mean to you.”

If you could, you’d interrupt him right then and there. Tell him your sorrys, belatedly confessing your true feelings for him, let him know you’d be better for real this time, but truthfully, you’re not sure if he’ll believe you anyway.

“And I could just drop everything right now. Just get up, leave, move on. Tell you that I don’t want this anymore, that whatever you’re in, I don’t wanna be roped in and get involved in your baggage.” It’s like you could hear the cracking of your heart as it falls into the depths of your stomach because your chest feels empty when he says that. The worst part is when you can’t defend yourself, tell him that it’s not like that, but in the end, Doyoung does it for you.

“Yet, I’m still here, right? Because I don’t get you, I don’t get whatever it is you got yourself caught up in, but… after knowing, it oddly makes me… trust you more. So, I’ll stay.”

“Fuck,” Ten curses underneath his breath, getting slightly frustrated with the wheelchair being caught on the steps of your home again. “Fucking shit, nothing here is disability accessible.”

It’s still hard to talk, but a weak laugh escapes from your lips.

“Don’t laugh, you’re the one in the wheelchair not doing shit.”

When he gets you through the front door, and into the hallway, you can’t help but stare at Ten curiously. He furrows his brows at this, hands at his hips with a gesture of his chin. “What’s in your head?”

“Uh,” it’s straining to speak, but if not now, it’s never. “I overheard a conversation when I was asleep. I-I don’t know if it was a dream or… I don’t know. But I heard you talking to someone, uh, someone particularly… with a reputation.”

His body goes rigid.

“Right,” you state, feeling more confident that the discussion was definitely not a dream. “So this entire time, you’ve been working with the organization?” Ten only sucks his cheeks, unable to formulate a proper rebuttal, so you take advantage of this. “This whole time, you let them constantly probe and ask me to be part of them—”

“I told him not to—”

“Well, he’s been asking, Ten, and he hasn’t stopped. I got contracted to be part of them temporarily, not permanently. This was supposed to be a one and done deal, you realize that, right?”

He scoffs. “You think that anything you do with Lee Taeyong could just be easily brushed under the rug? Hell no, you have to be insanely rich to pay off that guy. He thinks you’re talented, you know? What do you think this is?”

“I could just get up and leave—” “In your fucking dreams, kid,” Ten lets out a chuckle of disbelief, shaking his head. “I agreed to work with him before I knew that you were already contracted with him. There’s shady people in the business. There’s so many messed-up dudes who would bend the laws to get what they want. I don’t want that, but I have to protect myself.”

“But—”

“Wanna hear something, kid? Taeyong doesn’t think this accident,” Ten gestures to your wounds, heart tightening at the sight of you in pain. “... this accident, is just… it. He calls this an obstacle. He thinks this is just a bump in your progress, something you need to overcome before you hop back into the field and start training all over again. He’s not gonna let this go, doesn’t matter if I’m his client. Fuck, kid, he has a shit ton of clients.”

Uneasily, you grip onto the wheels of your seat. “Then what do you want me to do?”

“It’s your loss, kid. Either kill Taeyong and take his seat or you gotta work for him.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Love and Medicine ~ 13

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Word Count: 3,160ish

Summary: You try to handle what happened with Steve, while Natasha tries to handle her pregnancy.

Warning: serious pregnancy complications

A few days later, you were anxious and needed to get energy out. You dragged Natasha to the park for a run. She was huffing and puffing as you basically ran circles around her.

“You’re stupid,” Natasha panted, trying to keep up. “You're stupid, evil, sadist and I wanna kill you.”

“Endorphins are good. Endorphins are mood elevators,” you replied. “This is supposed to make us feel better.”

Natasha stopped and threw herself on the ground. “Do you feel better?”

“I’m stupid.” You jogged around her.

“Slutty mistress.”

“Pregnant whore.”

“Sleeping with our bosses was a great idea.”

You stopped and sat yourself beside Nat. “You know what’s ruined for me?”

“What?”

“Ferry boats. I used to love ferry boats and Steve's got a thing for ferry boats. Now every time I see a frigging ferry boat—“

“You know what's ruined for me? Coronary artery by-pass grafts ... and aortic aneurysms. I used to love aortic aneurysms.”

You laid next to Natasha with a sigh. “Have you cried yet?”

“What do you think?”

“Do you think we’ll feel better if we cry? You know like just let it out?”

“Probably. Yeah…. Do you wanna cry now?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

~~~

Steve entered the hospital elevator, finding himself alone. Which was relieving. Unfortunately, at the last second, Fury entered wearing a beanie.

“Nice hat,” Steve commented.

“Shut up,” Fury responded.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m going back to work.”

“You’re not cleared for surgery.”

“Leave me alone. I’ve been sitting at home watching Ellen giving away things on TV. Ellen, Steve! You clear me now or I’ll hurt you.”

“If you want me to clear you so soon, maybe you should've thought about that before you gave chief to Stark and invited Satan to Seattle.”

“Satan?”

“Good morning,” Peggy greeted, entering the elevator. “I like the hat, Nick.”

“Satan speaks,” Steve murmured.

“Actually I prefer to be called ruler of all that is evil. But I will answer to Satan.”

“What is she still doing here?”

“I asked her to stay,” Fury answered. “We have a pediatric surgery attending on maternity leave.”

“Actually, I could use you on a consult,” Peggy told Steve. “Will you meet me up there Steve?”

“Ah yeah. Fine,” he responded. Peggy left the elevator. “I’m not clearing you for surgery.”

~~~

Dr. Gamora and her group of interns were all gathered in a patient’s room for rounds. Dr. Banner was also in attendance.

“Mr. Jackson is scheduled for resection non-small cell carcinoma today,” Natasha stated. “He did well overnight, has remained afebrile. He's had a dose of ceftriaxone this morning. He's pre-op labs are unremarkable. His chest x-rays, um, are unchanged from the previous.”

“I own a couple dry-cleaning stores,” Mr. Jackson explained. “Never believed what they said about inhaling the chemicals.”

“We’re going to do everything we can for you, Mr. Jackson,” Banner promised. He turned to Natasha. “Did oncology see him yet?”

“Uh, they’re waiting for the surgical path,” Natasha replied.

“Thank you, Dr. Romanoff.”

“Next patient,” Dr. Gamora said. The group of interns followed Gamora.

“You need to tell Banner,” you whispered to Natasha.

“No,” Natasha responded.

“I just think you should still tell him about the baby because he'd at least have the responsibility of having to pay.”

“No! You know what? He’ll never know. It’s over. Once this pregnancy is taken care of, Banner won’t even be a blip on my radar. He’ll be a smudge.”

“Right,” you scoffed.

You all entered the next patient room to see a young woman.

“Alexa Rickie,” Peter began, “she’s 23 years old. In for a scheduled ETS for treatment of her erythrophobia hyperpyrexia.”

“Erythrophobia?” Val whispered to Clint.

“Blushing,” he answered.

“You have any questions about the procedure?” Gamora asked Alexa.

“Oh. Dr. Ro….” Alexa began, but paused as she started blushing badly. Trying to get it to go away, she fanned her face. “Dr. Rogers explained everything. He was very… huh… helpful. He gave me some…. sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Peter said. “Half the patients that come through here have the hots for Rogers.”

“Dr. Quill,” Gamora scolded.

“What? It’s true.”

You simply rolled your eyes. It’s not like Peter was wrong. It was just so annoying because it was true, all the patients did swoon over Steve. Gamora ordered all of you to exit the room. You followed her and stood in front of her when she stopped.

“Okay, assignments,” Dr. Gamora said, looking at some papers. “Val, the Rogers’ need an intern up in the NICU.”

“The Rogers’?” Val repeated. “Like, the both of them? Together? And me by myself with the two married people who hate each other?”

“Go.” Val sighed and walked off. “Natasha you’re on the thoracotomy.”

“With Banner?” Natasha wondered. “Oh, can I have the hateful married couple instead?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I thought that I was your resident and not your hostess. I assign, you take. Is there a problem with that?”

“No.”

“Is there some reason why it's inconvenient for you to spend the day in the OR, learning from Dr. Banner?”

“No. I'm very happy to be working with Dr. Banner. Thank you very much.” Natasha rushed off.

“Clint and Scott, the pit.” They nodded and left. “Peter, Alexa Rickie is your patient.”

“Yes,” he said quietly before leaving.

“Y/N, you will be doing scut.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can tell you’re still distracted from the Rogers’ drama, and you need to find some focus.”

“I’m plenty focused.”

“Prove that to me today.”

~~~

Val stood by Peggy in the NICU as Steve went over a baby’s chart.

“Where’s the mother?” Steve asked.

“Gone,” Peggy answered. “She stuck around long enough to get the kid strung out and then took off. Sound familiar?”

“Peggy!”

“Steve, I know it’s a long shot. I know that.”

“You told me you had a newborn with an invasive mash. You fail to mention that she's premature, underweight and addicted to narcotics. There's no way that this baby is going to survive spinal surgery.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Even if she does, she's a mess. She'll just get meningitis seizures. She's going to live a short painful life.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s my job to know that.”

“You’re not God, Steve.”

“Excuse me?”

“I'm sorry honey but you're not. You don't get to decide—“

“Wait, did you just call me honey? Don’t call me honey!”

Val tried to focus on the baby as the conversation grew more uncomfortable.

“Fine,” Peggy conceded. “You’re not God, Dr. Rogers. Look if a patient has any chance at survival, which I think she does, then you have a responsibility—“

“Don’t talk to me about responsibility,” Steve retorted.

“You took an oath Steve!”

“Oh, don’t you dare talk to me about oaths!”

“Steve, I messed up. People mess up.”

“You slept with my best friend in my favorite sheets.”

“The flannel sheets? You hate the flannel sheets.”

“No, I love the sheets.”

“You like the Italian sheets with the paisleys—“

“Would you just stop talking about the sheets?”

“Fine!”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m just gonna go,” Val interrupted. “I’ll go check on the labs.” She couldn’t leave the room fast enough.

“Peggy, don’t do this,” Steve said.

“Steve… look she’s a fighter,” Peggy watched the baby girl. “Look how far she’s come already.”

“Don’t get attached. Don’t get involved. Just… don’t make her life more painful than it already is.”

“Steve, please. She has nobody. She needs someone to fight for her.”

“She’s too far gone. You have to let her go. Let her go in peace.” Steve started to head out.

“Fine Steve, walk away. It’s what you do best.”

~~~

“How are you holding up today?” Tony asked, cup of coffee in hand as he walked beside you.

“Fine,” you responded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard Gamora has you on scut today.”

You scoffed. “It’s ridiculous. She’s questioning if I’m focused.”

“She’s just making sure you’re alright. It’s her way of showing she cares.”

“Stupid way. Can you just put me on one of your cases for the day? I desperately need it.”

“Fine. Come on, I have a surgery in 30 minutes. You can scrub in.”

~~~

Natasha rushed into Dr. Banner’s surgery that had already began. She wasn’t feeling well and had spent a majority of the day in the bathroom. A nurse quickly handed her a gown.

“Here, Dr. Romanoff,” the nurse said.

“You’re late,” Bruce commented, focused on the surgery.

“I apologize,” Natasha responded, merging into the group of others that were watching.

“Just starting to dissect around Mr. Jackson’s tumor… I’ve almost got visualization.”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, as her head pounded. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn’t willing to sit out on this surgery. She was already mad at herself for being late.

~~~

Val walked into the NICU with the baby’s chart. Peggy was watching over the baby who was gripping onto her finger.

“She’s got a good grip,” Val commented.

“Yeah,” Peggy agreed.

“I don’t think…” Val sighed, handing the chart over to Peggy. “It doesn’t look good.”

“She's a got a resistant strain of pneumococcus. The antibiotics aren't working. You may want to get yourself reassigned Val. I don't think we'll be operating today.”

“So do you think Dr. Rogers was right?”

“She’s just too far gone… she does have a good grip… I hate admitting that he’s right. Especially right now.”

~~~

Natasha was getting more exhausted with each passing second, and sweaty.

“The tumor has infiltrated the pericardium,” Bruce stated. Looking up, he sees Natasha looking like she’s day dreaming. “Romanoff! Romanoff!”

“What… sorry?” Natasha answered, the world around her muffled.

“Is my surgery interrupting your daydreaming?”

“No. Sorry.”

“There is an arrhythmia when I press down on the tumor. That is a sign of what, Romanoff?”

“Umm…. Ah. It’s a sign of, it’s a… it’s a sign that the uh, tumor has infiltrated the pericardium.”

“Possibilities?”

“In all… I’m sorry. I…”

“Do your homework, Romanoff. It could be causing a tear in the aortic muscle of the heart.”

“So he’s got a broken heart,” another doctor commented.

Panting, Natasha swayed before collapsing on the floor. A few of the doctors let out exclamations of surprise. From the gallery, Gamora, Scott, and Val saw everything. They quickly headed down to the OR.

“Dr. Romanoff, are you okay?” A doctor asked, kneeling beside her.

“Natasha,” Bruce called. “Natasha. Somebody help her!” He stopped surgery, but hadn’t moved from his spot. “Natasha! Don’t just stand there, dammit. Somebody help her. Get a gurney in here!”

Gamora, Val, and Scott rushed in with a gunnery and supplies.

“Natasha,” Bruce called again.

“Natasha,” Val repeated, getting down beside her friend.

“We’ve got it Dr. Banner,” Gamora said. “We’ve got it.” She put a breathing mask on Natasha’s face.

“Okay, talk to me. Tell me what we do we know,” Bruce ordered. “What do we know? Talk to me Valkyrie.”

“I don’t know,” Val responded.

“Come on people let’s move.”

“Natasha!” Gamora called. “What hurts?” Nat didn’t respond, but was conscious. “Let’s get her out of here. There’s a patient on the table. Lift.” They lifted Natasha onto the gurney and started moving her from the OR. “Good, good.”

“Dr. Gamora, when you get her stabilized, I need a report please.”

“Right, Dr. Banner!” They quickly move Natasha out and down the hall. “Uh! Her pulse is racing. I need her on a monitor to get a BP. Also I want her started on a liter of LR wide open. Val run ahead to emergency and let them know we're on our way.”

Val noticed that Natasha was trying to talk. She removed her friends mask. “What?” Val questioned.

“Seven weeks,” Natasha said, breathless. “I’m pregnant, Val. I’m pregnant.”

Val, Scott, and Gamora stopped and looked out each other. They moved the gurney into an elevator.

“Okay, no. We’re going to pre-op instead,” Gamora instructed. “Val, find Peggy Rogers. And be discreet.”

Val nodded and hurried off. She found Peggy with Fury and Clint near one of the nurses stations.

“Excuse me, Dr. Rogers. We need you fast,” Val said. “Um.. it’s Natasha, one of our interns. She’s…. she’s collapsed.”

“Natasha’s collapsed?” Clint repeated.

“Why do you need me?” Peggy asked.

Val sighed, not saying anything. Comprehension dawned on both Peggy and Fury, realizing that she must be pregnant. Clint looked at them, getting it too.”

“Natasha’s pregnant?!” Clint exclaimed.

“Shut up Clint,” Val scolded, before turning to Peggy. “Please come.”

“Of course,” Peggy agreed, following Val.

~~~

“Thank you for that, Tony,” you said, scrubbing out of surgery beside the attending. “I really needed it.”

“Of course,” he responded.

“Y/N,” Clint said, bursting into the scrub room.

“Clint?” You questioned. You studied him, realizing that there was something wrong. “What is it?”

“It’s Natasha.”

~~~

In pre-op, Peggy was performing an ultrasound on Natasha. Dr. Gamora was standing behind Nat’s bed, stroking her hair.

“Have you notified the father?” Peggy asked.

Natasha didn’t answer, simply breathing funny.

“Natasha? Natasha?” Gamora called. “Natasha? Is there anyone we can call?” Natasha just continued to gasp slightly. “Oh we’re losing her.”

“Do you see that?” Peggy asked, pointing at the screen displaying Natasha’s uterus. “It’s an extra uterine pregnancy in the tube there. She’s bleeding out. We need to get her to surgery immediately.”

They rushed Natasha to surgery and immediately got started. Gamora was still behind Natasha, watching over her, asVal observed the surgery.

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Val worried.

“How attached was she to this pregnancy?” Peggy asked.

“I don’t know. She’s a pretty private person.”

“She's lost a lot of blood but I've got it from here. Dr. Gamora you must have a surgery or two of your own today.”

“I’m fine right here,” Gamora responded, keeping her eyes on Natasha.

~~~

You were rushing through the hall, trying to find out any information on Natasha and her condition. You were so incredibly worried about her, which didn’t help your already bubbling emotions. Rounding a corner, you rammed right into a chest. Hands grabbed your arms to steady you. You looked up to see Steve, looking down at you with concern. Just looking into his eyes, made you want to break down in his arms. Which was so extremely frustrating. You pushed back out of his grasp, causing Steve to hold up his arms in defense.

“Don’t!” You said sharply.

“Sorry,” Steve said.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so tired of it, Of you being sorry.”

“Dr.—“

“Don’t do it!”

“Dr. L/N—“ He glanced around as you began causing a scene.

“Dr. L/N, seriously? Are you concerned about people finding out about us? Is that what matters to you?”

“Y/N, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! You have a wife who’s not easy to hate. Who’s annoyingly kind and painfully smart and I pretty sure that she’s current saving my best friend’s life.”

“Y/N, just—“

“Don’t! Stop talking to me like you’re my boyfriend! Stop talking to me at all.”

You rushed away, finding the OR that Natasha was being operated in. You opened the door. But before you could get fully into the room, Gamora saw you and came up to you.

“Need something?” Gamora questioned.

“I’m coming in,” you stated.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am. I’m her friend.”

“Exactly. She's lying on the operating table, naked, exposed. She's sedated but she's probably scared out of her mind. Now right now she's not a doctor. She's not your friend. She's a patient and she deserves to have all the privacy I can give her. You're not going any further.”

“We went jogging this morning,” you sighed. “I made her go jogging. Did I… is there a way that it could of….”

“No.” Gamora shook her head. “It started out this way. Nothing caused it to happen.”

“Just, please, let me stay by her side.”

“You can try. But I’d have to take you down.”

“Right now. Just in this moment. I hate you.”

“Yeah, well, I can take it. Focus on scut and wait outside.”

~~~

You found yourself working on scut in the lobby, trying to keep your mind off your friend in surgery. Steve stood far off, watching you. He couldn’t stop feeling terrible for what he had done to you, and he couldn’t stop loving you. Knowing that you wouldn’t want to be comforted by him, he found himself in the NICU, checking up on the premie baby Peggy had asked him to help on.

“Look at that, BP is stabilizing,” Peggy noted as she entered the NICU.

“She’s stronger since this morning,” Steve said, rocking slightly in the rocking chair next to the baby. “There’s no reason in the world why she should be stronger since this morning.”

“She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?”

“I’ll tell you what. If she makes it through the night, if she has a little bit more strength, I’ll operate.” They gave each other small smiles.

“You know the way I see it we could deal with us in one of three ways. Option 1. I could apologize. You could forgive me and come home and we could move on with our lives like adults. Or, option 2. I could apologize. You could forgive me, come home but, you can still bring it up to use against me whenever we argue.”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“Satan has a sense of humor.”

“What’s the third?”

“I don’t know what the third option is.” She leaned in and kissed Steve, who kissed back. Slowly, she pulled away. “I just know that I still love you.”

~~~

Waking up, Natasha glanced around the hospital room. Her eyes stopped roaming when she noticed Gamora sitting in a chair beside her.

“What happened?” Natasha asked.

“You had an extra uterine pregnancy. Your left fallopian tube burst,” Gamora explained. “Dr. Rogers… she did everything she could but there was too much damage. She couldn't save the tube.”

Natasha didn’t respond, she simply looked away and closed her eyes.

~~~

You were sitting outside the medical center on a bench. It had been an emotional day and you were finally allowing yourself to cry. Walking out of the hospital to leave, Steve noticed you. But hadn’t noticed that you were crying yet.

“Y/N?” Steve called softly.

“Oh,” you gasped, trying to wipe the tears quickly.

“Y/N.” Steve came around to the side.

“Don’t…” You swallowed. “Please, please just don’t’ say anything.”

“Okay.”

He stood there, watching you try to pull yourself together before you quickly got up. You walked over, stopping in front of him.

“I’m just exhausted,” you sighed. “Missing my parents is exhausting. What happened to Natasha and you is… hating you is the most exhausting.” Without much thinking, you grabbed his face and briefly kissed Steve. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

You headed back into the hospital, leaving Steve stunned.

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It’s You | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

A/N : I had this dream and thought it would be fun to write a little story off of it. It’s cheesy and I honestly don’t even know if he has neighbors where he lives but oh well. Hope this makes you somewhat happy during these crazy times! Please be safe and don’t forget, wash your hands! (:

The house next door to Chris had been vacant for quite some time and he honestly didn’t even know it had sold.

Until now.

“Dammit.” You groaned to yourself as your books broke through the bottom of the box, falling to the ground.

All you could do was look up and let out a sigh. From driving all night, you were exhausted, stressed and beyond annoyed.

Chris had just finished changing his shirt when he heard the loud ruckus that came from outside, quickly catching his attention.

He watched you for a quick moment before Dodger snapped him back to reality after he bumped into his leg.

“Hey buddy.” He muttered, glancing back at you through the window.

You were struggle to push the broken box to your door. To get it out of the way.

Chris couldn’t help but feel bad. Without a moment to process what he was about to do, he started toward the door, making his way over to you.

It didn’t take long for him to walk over due to being literal next door neighbors. But finally getting to see you clearer he was captivated. Drawn into you for a reason he wasn’t sure as to why.

“Um hey, need some extra hands?”

The voice came from behind you, startling you. “Shit!” You exclaimed, holding your chest with your hand. “You scared me!”

You cut the word short once your eyes met his, suddenly, you were at loss for words.

“I—I’m so sorry.” He muttered. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I was—“ he stopped when he noticed your expression, one he has seen too many times on fans faces.

He didn’t mind really, but sometimes he wished he wasn’t so recognizable.

“You seemed like you needed a hand.” He flashed a smirk.

Swallowing hard, toy forced yourself to snap out of whatever the hell you were lost in. Which was harder than you thought.

“T-Thank you. But I’m okay.” You managed to get out. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

Chris’ lips curved at the edges, forming a soft smile. “Chris. It’s nice to meet you.”

As if you didn’t know who he was.

You tried to collect yourself and return back to moving the box full of books. But unfortunately, it was useless. With it falling apart and the weight of it all, you were having a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” He asked, his hands deep in his front pockets. “It kind of looks like you’re struggling.”

“Struggle is my middle name.”

Immediately, you winced are how horrible that joke was, which only created Chris to chuckle.

You knew having help would make things a lot easier, but you didn’t want to come off as creepy, mainly because you knew you’d probably stare too much or say the wrong things. It’s not everyday you move next door to your celebrity crush.

This whole thing felt like a fan fiction. Which you read from time to time whenever you got tired of the real world.

So it was hard to look him in the eyes and pretend to be cool about the fact that he was your neighbor. Of all people.

“I really am ok—“ before you could finish your sentence, the books fell through the box once again, but this time, one of them landed on your foot.

“Shit!!” You grunted.

Chris strode over to you in an instant, and helped you set the box down.

His hand grazed against yours, and for a moment, you forgot about the pain. Until you shifted in your stance.

“Damn, that’s going to leave a bruise.” You hissed.

Chris couldn’t help but start to laugh. As hard as he tried to hold it in, he couldn’t control it. Before you knew it, you were both standing in your driveway, laughing.

“Great way to break the ice, right?” You cackled.

“Definitely. One hell of a way to meet your neighbor.” He said with a cheeky grin.

You let out a soft sigh, and finally caved. Nothing could be worse than that right? Besides, you’ll be too busy walking back and forth, there won’t be time to talk or embarrass yourself even more for that matter.

“So about that extra hand?”

He nodded and went straight for the box you unsuccessfully moved.

“Where would you like me to put these?” He asked.

“Um anywhere is fine. Thank you.”

He flashed yet another smile and made his way inside, and suddenly you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

‘Holy shit. Chris Evans is my fucking neighbor?!’ You thought you yourself. ‘Okay, be cool Y/N. Don’t be weird.’

As time went on, you were both going back and forth, transferring the boxes into the house. You shared a few glances here and there, and when you would catch each other’s eyes, you couldn’t help but grow bashful and quickly look away.

Feeling like a teenage girl all over again.

Chris on the other hand, he was amused by the way he made you fluster. It was something he was used to experiencing with some fans he encountered, but there was something different when you did it.

After a while, you had small conversations here and there. It started with talking about the weather, then turned into something a little more intimate.

He had asked you about your life, your hobbies, your dreams. And the way you talked about the thing a you loved, he was somehow drawn in even more.

You were funny, and not just in a typical way. It was the one where the laughter rolls up in your chest and bursts out without any restraint.

Talking to him, it almost felt effortless. The words kept slipping through and fell into place. You managed not to screw up.

“I had no idea people still liked the Backstreet Boys.” He chuckled, pointing to your shirt.

“Hey, dont hate on my boys. They have been with me through a lot of relationships and heart breaks.”

He chuckled once again, leaning against your truck, he arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn’t help but get lost in those damn beautiful blue eyes, that you didn’t realize you had unloaded all of the boxes.

“Oh damn, we did it.” You smiled, feeling relieved to have that part done with. “And now all that’s left to do is unpack those damn boxes.”

“But that’s the best part.” He said. “You get to set up everything the way you like and reminisce on all the random crap you find.”

“That’s true. But I’m too sober to get into that mess.” You chuckled.

He knew he should call it a day and let you be, but he wasn’t ready to say bye just yet. He wasn’t ready to walk away.

“Well, let’s crack open some beers and maybe order some pizza while we’re at it.”

You were taken aback by his words, you weren’t sure if you actually heard him right.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on, I’ve helped you this long. Might as well help you finish.”

You snorted and chuckled at the same time, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I just have a very dirty mind, and well—“

He paused for a moment before putting two and two together and laughing along with you. “I mean, you could at least take me out on a first date before hitting on me.” He winked.

In that moment, you swore you felt your knees wobble and your breath hitch to the back of your throat.

‘Did he just flirt with me?’

“Trust me, you’d know if I were hitting on you. I’d use some of my famous pick up lines.” You said, feeling a tad confident in that moment. “And besides, I don’t think you could handle me anyway.”

Things were intense between you two. Tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife. But after a long moment of locking his gaze on you, Chris cleared his throat and laughed it off.

“I have some beers at my place I can bring over, and I could order us some food.”

You shook your head no and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. “You literally saved my ass today, the least I could do is buy you food. Pay you for your service or whatever.”

A smirk formed on his lips, “are you calling me a hooker?”

“What? No! I wasn’t! I was just—no. I’m sorry if—“

Chris could see the panic in your eyes and stopped you before you rambled on. “Hey, it’s okay! I was kidding!” He cackled. “I know what you meant. Don’t worry.”

Letting out a sigh, you could feel heat begin to radiate off your body. This is what true embarrassment felt like. Something you were definitely used to since all you ever do is make a fool of yourself.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna check up on my dog and grab some beer for us.” He said. “Then we can get started on unpacking all of your dark secrets.”

Before you could say anything, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house, leaving you to yourself.

“So much for focusing on myself. How the hell am I suppose to focus when he is my freakin neighbor?!” You mumbled to yourself. Walking back to your house.

Chris was immediately greeted by Dodger the second he opened the door, and his brother Scott who was staying with him for a bit.

“Who’s that?” He asked, pointing out the window. “Because she’s cute.”

“Her name is Y/N. She just moved in—obviously. And please don’t start.”

Scott presses his hands to his chest, pretending to be offended. “Start what? I’m just innocently asking who she is. That’s all.”

“Scott, there’s nothing innocent about you.”

His little brother chuckled and shrugged. “You have a point.”

“Well if you’re done, I am going to grab some drinks and head back to her place.”

“Oh? You two are drinking together already?! Christopher! At least take the girl out on a proper date.”

Chris rolled his eyes as he made his way over to his kitchen. This wasn’t something he wanted to get into at that moment. Especially with his brother.

But he knew he wouldn’t let it go. That wasn’t in his nature.

“She seems like she needs a friend, that’s it.” Chris muttered. “Now let’s drop this okay? Besides, I am in no rush to get into another relationship. I am doing just fine with the way things are.”

Scott pursed his lips, not believing a single word his brother said, but he wasn’t going to push it. “Whatever you say, bro. Just don’t run to me when you start catching feelings, okay?”

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He chuckled, as he grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge. “I’ll just be next door, if you need anything.”

“Mhmm.”

As he started back to your place, he kept mumbling to himself, that this was purely platonic. This can’t turn into anything, it just can’t.

And for the most part, he truly believed he had nothing to worry about. But as months come and gone, and you two grew closer each day....

He soon realized just how wrong he was.

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Chapter Two

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caramelcal · 3 years

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The Truth Hurts...{part nine}

Every time your soulmate lies, a mark presents itself on your body. In a world like this, people normally told the truth so that their soulmate didn’t have to deal with the consequences. But your soulmate? They seemed persistent to make your life hell, and mark your body until there was no skin left.

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a/n: i just finished this but im not gonna keep you guys waiting...i aint saying no more...

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Corey was dead and now that you stood in the Sinema, seeing the needle go in and Hayden’s eyes fill with mercury, you couldn’t help the shout that came out of your mouth. The Dread Doctors hadn’t been seen in five days, no new chimeras and no deaths but every sense of security that you had felt in Beacon Hills over the past few days was hopelessly ripped away from you at that moment. Not caring about the foe there, you ran towards Hayden who fell to the floor.

Hayden was holding her neck when you and Liam had rushed over to her, her eyes no longer filled with mercury.

“Her eyes,” You spoke, your voice wavering as Scott and Theo came running in, body drowning in worry for the younger girl as you spoke, “they filled with mercury. I saw it, a-and now she looks fine but her eyes-”

“It’s okay, she looks fine, maybe she’ll heal,” Theo replied reassuringly, making you turn towards him. He immediately picked up on your worry, pulling you closer to his side whilst you looked up at him.

“None of the others did, Theo. I can’t deal with another body,” You whispered back, peering up at his blue eyes, making him form a small frown. He knew what you had been through, he knew the pain and suffrage between dead bodies and new threats. He hadn’t seen the pain these troubles inflicted upon you when you first met, but now it was clear as day. The more he got to know you, the more he seen what a toll the bodies took on you, the way the supernatural secret depleted your mental health.

Maybe he should’ve stopped. Seeing the broken look in your eyes, the way your eyes were silently begging him to stop without your knowledge, the way that he felt a small bubbling feeling of guilt as he looked down at you, his soulmate. To be with you he knew he had to stop. But he didn’t.

. . .

“Lydia?” You called out in confusion, your phone up to your ear as you answered the unsuspected phone call.

All you were met with was silence. An impending doom seemed to filter over your head, you knew that the Dread Doctors were attacking, that’s why you found yourself at the school. Yet, it was stupid to be alone but you knew that. Everyone was all over the place and you had hardly heard from anyone all night, which certainly didn’t do anything to calm your nerves.

You just hoped that Lydia would answer, give you some sort of useful information, or just at least let you know that she was alright. That she was safe and well. Alas, you didn’t get that, and instead, you made yet another attempt to get the girl to talk.

“Lydia is everything alright?” You called out, voice loud as you tried to get some sort of reply from your caller, “Lydia?”

No voice came from the other side and nerves and worry etched at your stomach. What if something was wrong? What if Lydia was hurt, or the Dread Doctors had taken her? Yet, your mind didn’t stay on her long as a large and pained howl sounded throughout the air.

The howl was one you had heard before, pain etched through the noise in a way only you could unpick. Eyes wide, you whispered in horror, “Scott.”

. . .

Seeing your unofficial boyfriend’s nails embedded deep into your best friend’s chest caused a scream to come out of you that was unlike anything that they had ever heard. Lydia’s screams, no matter how daunting and loud they were, would never match the utter pain and betrayal in yours. Your legs felt weak, you felt sick and your eyes filled with tears as Theo got up, chest heaving in power.

Before you even had time to be rational, you ran and you punched him in the face. Your other fist came up to strike him again as he caught both of your hands, and you chose to flail your leg out to kick him, one without much power that done zero damage; a lot less than you hoped to cause. You wanted to make Theo feel pain, to equal his physical pain to the emotional pain he had caused you, and for the killing of your best friend.

His eyes still glowed yellow, and your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, his claws which were covered in your best friend’s blood gripping tightly onto your wrists with no plans to let go. You were elevated above the ground, and legs flailed with the best attempt to escape but it was futile. Eyes staying focused on him you spoke, tears building up thickly, “You bastard.”

“I’m sorry this is how it had to be, y/n,” Theo replies coolly, with no guilt in his voice. He didn’t care, he had consciously killed Scott for no reason and you would never forgive him for this. Ever.

“It never had to be like this, nothing ever justifies this,” You spat back, tears clouding your vision and blocking your throat whilst you stared down at the corpse of one of your best friends.

“You’ll understand, y/n/n, you’ll understand one day,” Theo said before dropping his grip on you, going to walk away from you and out of the library, completely unbothered by the destruction he had caused.

“That’s my best friend, you dickhead!” You ran up behind him, shouting at the top of your lungs making him stop in his tracks, “You, you were supposed to be our friend, I’ve known you since we were kids...How could you do this?”

Theo looked over his shoulder at you before slowly turning around looking down at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. He stalked towards you, his stance wide, almost intimidating, “He was your best friend. Not anymore. There was no room for him in my pack.”

You maintained eye contact with him, e/c eyes trying to look into the blue eyes despite the darkness in the room. It was several moments before you spoke again, your voice bitter as you asked, “Your pack?”

“Yes, y/n, my pack,” Theo replied with a slight nod of his head, walking even closer to you until your bodies were leaning against one another; barely leaving any room for breathing as you stared up at him. He peered down at you, before flashing his eyes at you, his voice stony like he was trying to enforce power, “I’m your alpha now.”

He ducked his head down so that it was closer to yours, his eyes no longer glowing whilst you guys stood in silence. The tension was thick as you looked back up at Theo, feeling his breath fan across your face, almost as if he was going to kiss you. Then, he started to lean in, your lips slowly reaching each other before his face was flung to the side.

You took a step back, your hand still held up after the action you had just indulged in as you stared at Theo with wide eyes, for a human you surely put a lot of force into that slap.

“Let’s get one thing clear, Theodore. You are and will never be my alpha.”

His hand hesitated but he lifted it to his face, touching the area that was already starting to mark red of where you slapped, before an annoyed smirk made its way onto his face, making him laugh. The laugh was chilling but you didn’t care at that moment, you would not back down no matter what. Not after what he did to Scott. Theo could kill you right here, right now, if it meant that you didn’t have to join his pack.

He looked back at you, his face now annoyed as he pointed at you. You weren’t sure if he was annoyed that you slapped him, or if you had slapped him and in the process rejected his kiss, but that didn’t matter either. He bared his teeth slightly as he talked, taking one step forward but still maintaining a distance between the two of you, “You act like this right now, Princess, but in the end, you’ll be by my side.”

“In your fucking dreams, Raeken,” You spat out, anger filling every atom of your being. You had been expecting Theo to argue again with you, but he just smirked and walked out without another word, leaving you to drown in the betrayal and grief he had left behind.

The silence that filled the room was deafening, and a sick feeling rose to your throat as you turned around, now facing the steps. Taking steady steps forward, trying to support yourself before you fell to the ground from weak legs, you reached him, bending down and taking one of his hands in yours.

“Scott?” You said, shaking his body as tears came to your eyes. Your heart sunk when you didn’t get a response from the boy, and you shook him again, but with this time you shook him wildly, trying to scare him out of whatever haze he was in, “Scott!”

“Please Scott you gotta answer, wake up, please,”

Cradling your best friend’s body was not something that you ever wanted to do. Your arms were wrapped around Scott’s body, your head against his as you let out the tears, and despite the sobbing now over with, the tears never stopped. You were all alone, the warmth from Scott’s chest gone and leaving behind only a coldness that could never be filled by anyone else.

Ten minutes. That’s how long that you were cradling Scott’s body before Melissa showed up, and when you saw her, you couldn’t even speak. Your throat closed up as she saw the boy in your arms, eyes sheathed with tears that would be let out until the late hours of the night, heart too heavy to support itself.

She ran over, positioning him on the ground and pushing her hands onto his chest in rapid and quick motions. Opening your mouth to talk, you hesitated as you watched the mother try to grab some tiny piece of life out of her son, to pull it back out so he could hug her one last time, and your eyes got even glassier, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to bring my son back.”

“His heart stopped beating fifteen minutes ago. You can’t bring back someone who’s already dead.” You shook your head, eyes falling to your lap which was covered in your best friend’s blood.

“He isn’t dead. He’s my son. He’s an alpha!”

But was he really?

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 5

Characters: Gavin Reed x fem!Reader; Connor; Hank Anderson;

Warnings: cursing

Words: 2.339

Back in the office, yn headed for the locker room to change some of her clothes and to get rid of the makeup. As she walked over to her desk, a cup of hot coffee and Gavin were already waiting. He handed her the liquid. She was freezing to death but it was worth it. She was able to place the bug as planned. Yn took the cup with a soft smile, “Thanks. That’s what I need right now.”

“You got rid of the makeup already? Too bad...”, Gavin said grinning.

Over the rim of the cup, she looked challenging at him, “Yeah, otherwise, I have to fear you will arrest me for prostitution. And I’m not sure if you really want to see me in handcuffs.”, she whispered with a grin and winked.

Gavin’s heart skipped a beat and he coughed slightly by the picture he got in his mind because of her comment. Yn noticed what kind of reaction her joke had on him but before she could ask, Hank and Connor joined them with a tablet. It was the device for the bug. Gavin stepped back and breathed several times to calm himself while the others sat around the desk.

“Turn it on. Maybe we will already hear something. I hope this thing works as well as the heavy's promised.”, yn said and laid her feet on top of her desk like Gavin used to do all the time.

Connor looked confused, “Heavy's?”

“Our hardware guys.”, Yn explained with a wink. Then JoJo started to talk and all four cops were listening intently.

“Hey Scott.”

“Hey Joker, why are you smiling like an idiot?”, Scott asked. The sound quality was excellent and so, they could differentiate the two men easily.

“Man, I met a girl in the park.”, JoJo said with excitement in his voice.

“Again?”, Scott asked, not impressed at all. It was the fifth time Joker had met a girl … this week.

“This time it's different.”

Yn felt Gavin's sullen expression glued at her. Obviously, she had done her job better than he wanted.

JoJo continued with his infatuation, “She was so incredibly beautiful. You know, like a divine angel with bright eyes and dressed in a blood red tank top. You should have seen her...you know.”, in the way he said it, everyone (except Connor) knew that he was talking about her breasts.

Yn snickered and looked up with a proud grin. She looked at Gavin then down at her top, which was still the blood red tank top, and then back at Gavin. She smirked. Gavin wasn't amused at all. He pressed his jaws together and looked at her with a dark expression. Hank had to bite back a grin as he watched the Detective. Something bothered him and Hank had an idea what it could be.

“And? Will you see her again?”, Scott asked, catching their attention again.

“Of course! She gave me her number.“, JoJo said proudly.

Gavin slammed his hands on his desk and jumped from his seat, “You gave him your number? Are you crazy?”, he called out.

Yn leant back in her chair and grinned. It amused her that he still saw her as a newbie, at least, she thought it was that, “No. Of course not.”, she said calmly.

“Good.”, Gavin said pleased and sat down.

“I gave him the number of your ex. I thought they would be cute together.”, yn said after a moment and smirked devilishly.

Slowly, Gavin looked up, his knuckles turning white again, “You did- what?”

But instead of answering, yn silenced him with her hand. She became serious and looked at the small device, listening to JoJo’s and Scott’s conversation.

“Yeah, yeah...tonight. In the warehouse down at the docks. Like always at eight?”, JoJo asked.

“Eight, right. Be on point this time. You know how much our boss hates to wait.”, Scott admitted.

“Hell yes! We got it!”, Yn called out. She looked at Hank as the oldest in charge, “Observation?”

Hank nodded, “Would be the best idea.”

“I could do that. I won't get tired.”, Connor suggested.

“Perfect! And I accompany you.”, Yn said.

Gavin looked from yn to Connor and back at yn. Everything happened a bit too fast, “What? Why?”

Hank stood up and nudged Connor to follow him, “We go to Fowler and inform him about the newest information.”, he said to yn and Gavin who didn't listen at all. Gavin was just staring at yn.

“What is your problem, Reed?”, she asked, slowly getting annoyed by his behavior all the time.

“You get yourself into danger! That's my problem!”, he argued coldly.

Yn huffed out, looking doubtful with one raised brow, “Danger? An observation? A snail race would be more dangerous than an observation because of all the slime. What shall happen? That I die out of boredom? I also have the handsome Terminator by my side.”, she pointed out, mentioning one of her favorite movie characters.

Gavin gritted his teeth. Looking away because of this comment and the memory of the dream he had of yn and Connor.

Yn saw that Gavin was on the edge… again. Once again, she had the feeling it had something to do with her but Gavin wasn’t much of a talker and liked to keep things for himself no matter how much she would push him, “Gavin, listen. Connor and I are going on this observation. You and Hank get the information in real time and you can plan the operation.”, she said and waited for him to look at her, “The operation I won't attend.”

“What?”

“I will be there to support you. But I will stay away from any line of fire. Therefore, you don't have to worry about me. Okay?”, yn said with a soft smile.

Gavin squinted his eyes and looked suspicious at her. He knew there had to be a twist somewhere. Yn usually never skipped action when it got offered, “What's the catch?”

“Well, I realized if I push you more, this vein on your neck could explode. And I want to prevent that. I still kinda like you, grumpy cat.”, she said with a wink and stood up to get new coffee for herself and Gavin.

Later, Connor picked yn up from her home. She had changed into comfortable clothes. To sit in a car, maybe for several hours, didn't demand fancy clothes. So, dressed in jeans and a big, cozy, black pullover she had snatched from Gavin once and prepared with coffee and a bunch of snacks, she entered the black car Connor had gotten from Hank. It would be less striking because it was an older model and looked more suitable for a drug scene.

They drove through Detroit to reach the docks. Soft rock music was playing on the radio but Connor wanted to level up his smalltalk skills. He knew yn would be the right person to train this so he asked: “You really wanna go on observation? I always thought humans wouldn’t like that?”

Yn chuckled, “Yeah, that’s true. For us cops it feels like doing nothing. Even if we do something but … observations aren’t liked by everyone.”

“Like Reed?”

"Yeah, but also Hank. Oh, speaking of, how's working with him?", yn asked interested. She saw a smile appear on the android's lips which let him look more boyish… even more handsome.

"It's improving. I mean, we had a rough start with the deviant case and the revolution but… we grow as a team.", Connor answered honestly. Through the darkness, he saw her staring at him. It wasn’t unpleasant … quite the opposite.

"I like to hear that. Hank is… well, since Cole died, he was too alone. It's good that you can change that.", the remembrance of Hank’s loss was still hurtful for her. She couldn’t imagine what Hank felt but to have a new partner by his side like Connor would help the old man to get back on track.

"Can I ask you something, yn?", Connor asked softly.

"Shoot it."

"How's working with Detective Reed?"

"With Gavin?", yn asked surprised. She has expected many questions but not this one, "Uhm… good as always. Why do you ask?"

Connor searched for the right words, "He's… We had some troubles as I came to the DPD. But you seem to be able to talk back to him without him getting aggressive and stuff."

Yn chuckled, "Oh, he gets aggressive but he knows I would defend myself no matter what he would try. We had been there at this point once. But...I see what you mean. Gavin can be a… how shall I say it-"

"An asshole?", Connor tried to help her find the right answer.

The android’s directness, caused her to laugh, "Yeah, absolutely. But no, I meant something like 'challenging'. Look, he's not a bad guy-"

"I got a different impression.", Connor said dryly.

"I'm not sure what happened between the two of you but... whatever it was, that you're an android is not helpful."

"Oh trust me, I already learnt that he hates androids."

"Yeah, but there's a reason. I don't want to apologize for his behavior but his mother was one of the people who lost their jobs because of androids a few years ago. He was a teenager as his mother got replaced. He had a rough time and he had to fight for a lot of things. Obviously, you, as an investigator, triggered his aggression once again."

Connor raised his brows as he made a connection between the different information, "You mean he thought I could replace you?"

"Me?", yn asked surprised.

"Hank told me that you got injured in your last case with Reed."

"Oh, yeah…”, yn nodded. Her injuries, that she couldn’t work for some time and the fact that an android investigator had appeared in the DPD at the same time might have had some effect on Gavin. Added to the fact that he still felt guilty and that he seemed to be bothered with something else, could raise his temper immensely, “Maybe that might be a reason...sure. We already have android support. But seeing you could have kindled his fear to get replaced by an android as well."

While Connor processed the latest information, the conversation slowed down. Both were following their own thoughts as Connor searched for a good observation spot near the only warehouse at the docks they could find. Suddenly, some of Gavin’s latest behavior seemed to make sense to yn. It shouldn’t be an excuse but Gavin Reed was a good guy … he just lost his temper too fast.

Connor stopped the engine and he and yn were reaching for the radio to turn it off. In the middle, their hands touched and both looked at each other with a sheepishly expression. Under his soft glance, yn felt her cheeks reddening. Connor noticed the color in her face and because he liked the sight, he wanted to see it again, "You're very nice, yn.", Connor said softly.

Yn blinked and looked at her hands, not knowing where these feelings were coming from … and what feelings it were in general, "Thanks."

Connor turned over and leant forward to her, imitating the movements he had seen on JoJo as he was flirting with her, "I really mean that. Compared to Reed, you're pure joy. I like working with you."

Yn looked up into his soft brown eyes. Was he flirting with her? The glance in his eyes, the smile on his lips, what he said, all of it was evidence of a flirty behavior but was this his intention? And … wanted yn that he did that? She liked Connor but … like this? Unsure about the answer to the last question, she tried to ease the moment, "Compared to Reed, a stone is joyful. But thanks, Connor. I like working with you, too."

Before Connor could say something else, a text message on yn’s phone distracted her and the strange moment was gone. She thanked silently for this kind of distraction while she read the message. She was surprised and thankful for Gavin’s timing, What takes you two so fucking long to get there?

"It's Mr Pure Sunshine. Turn on the radio station. Otherwise, he will crawl through the cord on his own to check on us."

Connor followed her instructions and turned on the radio with a not so amused expression.

"Hank? Gavin? We're here.", yn said as the line was free.

"What took you two so long to get there?", Gavin asked harshly, repeating his message.

"You know, I had nothing to wear and Connor helped me to pick out the right clothes as I just left the shower-"

"Yn!", Gavin grunted.

She could hear how annoyed he was, "Hell, calm down. We needed a bit to find a good place."

The hours were ticking by and the observation had been as boring as it sounded until the bug started to transmit. The information were good. The bug on JoJo was still sending a strong signal and so, Hank and Gavin could still hear what the dealer was talking while Connor and yn could see who entered and left the warehouse. As yn watched how a bunch of dealers AND seemingly the boss himself left the warehouse, yn was surprised that they worked so visible. Maybe the android revolution had made all the other criminals a bit more careless because they thought Detroit would have other problems?

“They’re leaving. The boss, as well. That was faster than expected.”, you said astonished.

“Then, I would say we’re done for today. Obviously, in two days there will be another meeting in this warehouse.”, Hank said.

“Good to know. Tomorrow, we should plan out the operation. Maybe we can get Captain Allen’s support. With his unit, we could arrest all at once.”, yn proposed. All agreed on this idea and the station radio got turned off.

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stilinskitpose · 4 years

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Pining over him // Peter Hale

Pairing: Peter Hale x female reader

Warnings: nsfw , smut , slight daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, tonnnn of dirty talk and just a lot of sexy sin (plotless kind of)

Characters: Peter, Derek, Stiles, Scott, implies pack, y/n

Summery: The young reader has been fantasising about the feeling of being with a real man for a while now, a real man being no other than the notorious Peter Hale. However, it’s hard to be taken seriously when Peter thinks you are no more than an annoying little teenage girl.

Word Count: lost count it’s a ton

Authors Note: This is my first time posting on tumblr, let alone posting a smut imagine soooo I don’t know how this will turn out. I’m just going with the flow of my hormonal teenage instincts ;)

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“Y/n, did you even listen to a word that I just said?”

The deepness of the voice made you snap out of you staring at the entertaining spider that was crawling up the corner wall of Dereks loft, which caused you to jump suddenly on your squished position on the coach, trapped between two clowns, Scott and Stiles.

The quiet yelp you let out made Stiles stiffle a snort causing you to elbow him in the shoulder. The fucker deserved that. You let out a content sigh and an evil smile when you heard a sound of pain from your annoying brother from another mother. What can I say, the pain he feels makes me wither in complete pleasure. I snort at my chain of thoughts and look up to see a confused Derek Hale.

"Yeah sorry, I was just-", Trailing off mid sentence thinking of a viable reason for not listening to the former Alpha. Thinking it would be funny to tell them about the entertaining spider that just crawled under the crack of the wall on the other side of the spacious loft.

“There was a spider” You answer timidly, grimacing at yourself for sounding so stupid in the room full of your pack. Derek looks at you quizzingly, you giving him the most innocent look you could muster, he sighs before letting a small smile come across his features from your utter randomness.

“I was just telling you how we need to keep you somewhere safe incase the Darach decides to pay you a visit” Derek says quickly, you sigh in annoyance hating being treated like a defenceless little girl. You understood that you weren’t anything supernatural or anything but you would think Derek would have a little faith in you since you were so handy with a frying pan from being in a near death experience with the twin Alphas not so long ago. You chuckle subconsciously at the memory.

A mutter of agreements are heard from around the loft from your oh so fellow pack members. Betrayed and defeated, you try voice your opinion on the matter.

“What? No” You probably looked like a kicked puppy. You definatly felt like one. You continued “I’m not some helpless human Derek. Stiles is more helpless than me!” You whine flicking Stiles in the head which he repeated the action harder on me causing me to poke him in the ribs.

“Why has this suddenly turned into bash Stiles day? You know I have feelings too” Stiles offendingly says, his arms spazzing at his sides to try and prove his point.

“When am I ever nice to you” you scoff jokingly earning a chuckle in agreement from him before he went back to listening to the arguement infront of him wishing he had a bowl of popcorn to go along with it.

Derek ignores Stiles and resumes telling me that it’s for my own good. Blah blah.

“Where will I even go anyway? It’s not like I have a line of people waiting to protect me from the looming and pending doom of death itself” You replied, words laced with exaggeration.

“I’ll look after her, it’s not like I have anything better to do”

The husky voice came from the corner of the room shadows dancing across the body of the person that is wanting to ‘look after her’. What am I, a dog? Y/n replied in her head afraid to reply that response out loud since the deep voice belonged to a man she have been shamefully harbouring a crush on for some time now. Peter fucking Hale.

It’s not like she was afraid to converse with him, it’s just that she was terrified of making a fool of her self by stuttering out a few syllables before halting and staring at his piercing blue eyed that made her legs buckle submissively from the dominance they give off. She doesn’t know how he does it, makes her feel like her skin is on fire whilst her heart pounds faster than humanly normal. Without even meaning to aswell. It’s like he was a complete natural at turning her into jelly without even noticing. It riles her up to no extent.

Your eyes widen in shock and your heart beat began to rise much to your dismay, knowing that he probably knew the effects he had on you, since he had spectacular werewolf senses, made you want to crawl into a ball and wither away in embarrassment. But he never made any indication that he knew either from being completely oblivious or because he wanted to salvage that slither of pride you had left for yourself. You prayed the first. But you doubted it since Peter isn’t exactly known for being the nicest human in the planet.

You knew you were probably over exaggerating and stressing about this whole situation way to much but you just couldn’t comprehend what you would do if Peter found out the way you feel since he is abit older than you, being still only a junior in highschool yourself and him being a fully grown mature man that you wanted to pounce on all the damn time. Jesus I need to get laid, preferably by the man invading my dreams at night but desperate times cause desperate measures.

“Look after me? I’m not a child, I don’t need watching over, I have things to do like watching the last season of The Vampire Diaires even though I’m shitting scared to because Stephen dies” You ramble a butt load of word vomit wanting to shut up but your nerves were your worst enemy in situations like these.

“Hey don’t aim your anger on me I’m just volenteering to keep the weak and innocent out of harms way, that’s character development if you ask me” Peter replies smugly as his gaze burns into the your own. You muster up a harsh glare at Mr Hottie before pivoting to face Derek who was evidently waying the little options he had.

“Your not seriously considering this right? You hate him, everyone hates him” I bitterly state, relunctanly turning around to meet Mr Hotties patronising gaze. The evident smirk plastered on his handsome face tells me that he’s enjoying being the cause of this conflict. Mockingly sending a small wave as if proud of the past he has with the pack before him.

Everyone once again agrees with my statement causing Peter to let out an annoyed sigh before saying “I thought we all got over this anger that has been directed towards yours truely, It will give you wrinkles if you frown at me like that sweetheart”, he humours the situation by sending a wink in my direction. Ugh.

“It’s not like we have a lot of options right now y/n, as much as I don’t like it we need as many people focused on defeating the Darach. It will only be for a few days at the maximum. I promise. Please?” Derek had is puppy dog eyes displayed making it very hard for me to deny him, so I bit my tongue and agreed.

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Derek had dropped me off at Mr Hotties apartment with my bag laying heavy on my shoulders ready to stay for a few nights. This whole situation is bitter sweet if you ask me. Bitter because you didn’t know if these few days will hold a wave of awkwardness between the two of you and a lack of communication since the both of you have never had a proper convosation other than yesterday when he offered to keep you hostage in his apartment. And sweet because you’d have eye candy for a while. I was not complaining. It’s a win win situation.

You stroll around the apartment amused “I’m not going to lie I have always wondered if you lived in a secret lab or in an underground network of tunnels or something like that but this will do I guess ” you snickered and joked. Peter lifted an eyebrow and smirked saying “I’m not a complete animal darling”. My stomache filled with butterflies at his statement and I cleared my throat looking around the apartment once again.

Peter leaned on the doorframe and cocked his hip against it whilst his arms were crossed. Damn. He gave me a once over eyes lingering on the exposed area where my mid thigh length skirt lay. “Aren’t you a little young to be wearing that?” I frowned and looked up at his defined features past his broard strong shoulders.

“I’m nearly 18 I can wear whatever the hell I want” I scoffed. Peter held his hands up in mock surrender before strolling into the kitchen with his back facing me. I could see the defining back muscles from the outline of his green v neck and the way his bisceps flexed when reaching into one of the cupboards for two mugs. His hands. Oh holy Jesus his hands. The muscular and veiny hands gripped onto the coffee mugs send a wave of arousal downstairs. My mouth turned into an o shape as I imagined all the things those hands could do to me. All the filthy things. A girl can only take so much! As my eyes began to travel down the werewolf in front of me I started to bite my lip at the way his jeans hugged his cheeks as they clung amazingly against his thick legs that held rippling muscle. I have got to ask him what his leg day routine is.

A hand started to wave across of my face as if trying to get my attention, I averted my eyes away from the goodies to see Peter staring at me with a wide smirk along his smug face.

“Are you okay there y/n? You look a little flustered. Something on your mind?” He walked towards me untill I could feel his lips skimming the top of my ear. I gulped in suprised as my eyes widened and started stuttering out an excuse.

“Oh u-um I was just— nothing” I hung my head to look at my feet awkwardly as they began shifting from nerves.

“Hmm okay let me show you where you’ll be sleeping” he his voice rasped against my ear which sent shivers around my body.

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He knew exactly what he was doing. I mean how couldn’t he? It was like we were playing a game of cat and mouse. More like werewolf and human. I snorted out a chuckle at my pathetic joke as I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom that Peter allowed me to use. Glancing down at my lack of clothing, an oversized t shirt that said ‘bugs life forever’ and a pair of white lace panties I let out a heavy sigh clocking my head untill it reached the my phone saying it was 2:45am. My throat was dry from overthinking earlier with Peter, how he got so close to me, pressing his body against mine. Why would he even do that? He thinks I’m an annoying teenager. A child.

Wanting to wet my parched throat I hopped towards the kitchen quietly, attempting not to wake Peter from his room and not bothering with putting on sweatpants as I didn’t suspect anyone to see me in this state. I reached my arms out to the highest cupboard in the kitchen, straining my arm at the height of it and huffed when I couldn’t reach it. A deep voice made me freeze in my position and slowly turn around.

“Did I say you could use my kitchen without my permission?” I gasped as I saw his shirtless form, rippling muscle clouded his chest with light scattered chest hair in the centre that led towards the waistband of his sweatpants. Atleast someone thought about wearing sweatpants.

Holy Jesus for I have sinned. “I didn’t think you would have a problem with it since you offered to imprison me inside the walls of your apartment” I muttered angrily starting to once again reach for the glass that I am determined to get. Little did you know that Peters eyes wandered past the hemline of the oversized sweatshirt you were wearing that was hiked up from you stretching to reach the glass, this eyes lingered on the exposed skin of your thighs and the white lace panties that hugged the underline of your firm ass. Having these sudden dirty thoughts that clouded his mind from his previous dream feels wrong since you are much younger than him. But Jesus did it feel so right to him.

The feeling of someone pressed against you from behind startles you. You move to spin around when a deep voice interrupts you. “I’ll get it for you, don’t strain yourself darling” Peters voice seemed strained as if he was trying to keep himself together as you let out a choked sigh at how close proximity you both were to eachother. As he reached up to grab you a glass and handed it to you, your response make you regret the day you were born. Started from your hands brushing you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Thankyou daddy” Both his and your eyes widen at your statement.

Oh my god. Did I really just say that out loud? Judging by his expression, I’m pretty sure I did. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? Someone please just kill me right now. A werewolf could come up to me right now and kill me and I would say thankyou.

This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to mingle with others

As he was about to say something but you step back abruptly and close your eyes from shear embarrassment.

A husky voice made you jump on the spot, “ say it again” His eyes glazed over in pure hunger as he watched me like I was his prey and he was the predator.

“I-I don’t know w-what your talking about” my voice sqeaked in pure humiliation

“Say it again” he repeats himself before stalking his way towards you and wrapping his hand round your throat as he squeezed lightly sending an electric feeling of pleasure towards your core. You whimpered at the contact and threw your head back at the sight of this heated haze that bore into yours and so he could reach more of your exposed throat.

“Yes, you do. Say it again. I won’t ask a third time.” He growls and you can feel yourself begin to dampen at his forceful tone.

“Thankyou daddy” You coo.

Fuck.” He curses before lunging forward and taking your lips with his. You immediately open your mouth to his probing tongue and moan when it brushes over yours. Peter pulls away from your wet lips and traces his tongue down your throat as his lips begin to suck along the side of your neck surely leaving marks as he does it making you whine and shudder in pleasure. His impossibly enormous hands glide their way to my chest before capturing my breasts through my sweatshirt starting to kneed and pinch my nipples as he held intense eye contact with me.

“These-” he stopped to grasp them harshly before tearing the fabric of my sweatshirt off making direct contact with them this time with his warm and inviting hands that made me choke a whimper as I was being dominated by the man that I have pined over for as long as I have known him. “Are mine” he finished with a growl flashing his blue luminous eyes. His lips began to assault the hardened nipples, swirling his warm tongue round the bud then biting them teasingly.

“Say it, say that you are mine little girl” he demanded as his hand reached down to cup my pussy through my white lace panties.

“Oh god- oh god yes! I’m yours” I managed to stutter as I became a moaning mess as his magic fingers circled around my clothed clit before he moved them aside and plunged two fingers inside my tight walls.

Barely forming a grammatically correct sentence from the immense feeling of pleasure that I was going through, I reached down bravely to palm his prominent bulge that twitched under my palm.

He growled as his hands ran down your back, grabbing your ass between his hands touching outline of your pussy through your thin lace panties. He pushes you back into the kitchen until you feel your back hit the kitchen table. Peter pulls back away from your lips and flips you around, bending you over the table.

Shocked from the turn of events you let out a yelp, “What are you doing?” you moan and cry out as his hands pull down your panties, kicking your legs open with his feet.

“Giving you what you want baby” He husks as his hands pull down your shorts, kicking your legs open with his feet. You hear him unbuckle his belt before shoving his hand between your legs. “Your soaked” he groans before shoving his cock deep inside your pink and wet pussy.

“ Did you not think I’d notice how you feel about me baby? Your arousal always in the air for me to smell all the damn time I’m around you baby girl, you don’t even realise how hard it was to resist the urge to fuck you everytime I saw you” You purr in content at his sinful string of words.

“Peter please” you beg. He slaps your ass hard causing you to let out a loud moan. “That’s not my name” he glares. Realising what you meant it took you no time before pleasing him again.

“Daddy! O-oh fuck yes!”

“That’s a good girl, I’m going to fucking ruin you” he growls in your ear making you whimper. His dirty words only spurring how turned on you are.

“Please don’t stop what your doing” your desperate gasps are all that he needed to fuck you untill your screaming his name.

He begins to ram his cock in and out of your pussy as you let out a stream of loud and sinful moans, pounding you into the table, making the table legs squeak against the hard floor. He reached round to grip your hair as the other slings around your throat holding you in place as he begins to whisper dirty words into your ear that makes you eager to feel your pussy pulsate around his hard and thick length.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl y/n? Desperate to feel my cock inside you, I bet you like it when I fuck you don’t you? Huh? Rough and hard?” You managed to humm before it turned into a stuttered moan as you felt yourself beginning to quiver and your legs to shake he continued to pound you with his cock.

Suddenly the feeling of a knot forming below your stomache makes you stutter out a moan “ holy shit, yes, yes!” You scream as you come undone around him as he continues to pound you through your orgasm. A stream of grunts follow after yours as he came inside you, milking your walls with his hot cum.

“Wow, that was unexpected” you grunt as you try and catch your breath, leaning against the kitchen table.

“You started it, calling me daddy and all” he teased whilst he send you a smirk.

“Well I’ll call you daddy as much as you want next time” you reach out to pull at his short hair leaning to give him a subtle kiss on his lips that lingered.

“Darling, next time I plan to fuck that warm little mouth with my cock” he growls.

That can definitely be arranged

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Chris Evans HC

Chris Evans Headcanons

Dating/Marrying Chris Evans as an actress/actor would include:

The first time you two met was at the Oscars

He wore his red velvet suit

You bumped into his brother but you didn’t realize it was the Scott Evans so technically you talked about Chris who looked breathtaking in his suit to his brother

You happened to be in the next row in front of Chris.

You were nominated for Best Actress and you won the award

Chris came out beside you and helped you up the stairs like a gentleman he was

The after party, you ran into Scott and Chris

You apologized to the Evans bros when you commented on Chris

He didn’t mind it as he grinned at you and cheers to your Oscars

He follows your twitter

Doesn’t like them but he either retweets or replies to your opinions or thoughts

Chris asked you out after a few months of talking and hanging around LA

You joined Marvel

Playing a cool character that happened to take part in Steve Roger’s life

Fans using scenes in the movie for edits

You two take interviews together

People asking how you two met

“How did you guys meet?”

“I just accidentally told Scott that his brother was hot.”

Chris laughing

The Marvel Cast shipping you two all the way

You two are the party animals on set

Scarlett and Robert complaining about it

“Who’s most annoying or fun on set with you guys?” Jimmy asks.

“It’s very annoying when these two are in a room together. It’s like two toddlers who have sugar rush.”

You and Chris happen to leave Marvel

Chris happened to propose to you after a few years of dating, maybe just a few days after Knives Out was released

Fans expecting a film of you two together

Let’s just say they do get it

You and Chris take parts in a movie

Chris, of course already filmed Defending Jacob so you two took another movie

Doing a full 180

You two were set as a couple in the film

Intimate scenes (You might’ve gotten a few laughs out of them)

Chris was so reassuring during those things

“Is this okay?”

“Just put your hands wherever, bud, I don’t care! This is acting!”

“I don’t have to act how much I love you.”

Outside of your career let’s talk about you two alone

“I love you’s” all the way

Mostly every hour

Dog walks with Dodger

Dodger taking the middle of the bed, separating you and Chris.

“Hey, Bud, let Y/N move in more.”

Dodger doesn’t budge

“He hates me.”

But Dodger doesn’t

He just loves to be between you two

You and Chris began to plan the wedding

Your mother and aunts there to pick out a dress

Chris finding a suit

You planned the theme with Chris

You two maybe stayed up till 3 because of planning

You find the perfect dress

Your theme happened to be a secret by Chris because he had a surprise

Your bachelorette party was fun

Chris’ was just him and his friends

Oh! Your maid of honor was Scarlet because she supported you very well

The bride’s maids were some of the Marvel cast (You choose who) along with your sister (If you have one) and Chris’ sisters as well

Chris chosen his brother to be his best man.

Dodger was the ring bearer

Lexi Rabe was your flower girl, who was happy to be there.

Robert, Anthony, Sebastian, Jeremy, Chris Pratt, Paul Rudd and Chris Hemsworth etc. were Chris’ groomsmen.

The wedding was huge

It happened to take place in Boston

You wore a beautiful dress, it was long at the back

Your mother cried, including your dad

Chris had gotten nervous so his cast men all encouraged him and gathered in a circle, making small jokes to cheer him up

The wedding was beginning

Your father held your hand

His hand gently grips yours

“Chris is a good man. I’m proud of you.”

You tried not to cry

“You’re gonna ruin my makeup, stop it.”

You two chuckling

After the bridesmaids go out with the groomsmen, you go out next.

Once you took a step out, you spot Chris at the end

Chris’ hand goes to his mouth as he watches you walk up

Scott’s hand gently lands on his shoulder

Chris tearing up

Reaching the end, your father gives your hand to Chris

He takes it into his and helps you up the stairs

Just like he did at the Oscars

You both saying your vows

Blah blah blah

You both take the rings from your best man and bride’s maid of honor.

Slipping on those damn gorgeous rings

You slip on his first, seeing the diamonds on the top of it shimmer. They were blue and they matched his eyes

He took out yours, repeating the words you didn’t even listen to because he was so breathtaking

Every girl’s dream to be married

Your thoughts go away when he stares deeply into yours and raises your knuckles up to his lips as he gently kisses them

Small awes in the crowd

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chris, you may kiss your bride.”

Those damn hands reaching up to your cheeks as he leans in.

Pulling you in, his lips crash onto yours

The family and cast all clapping and shouting

His cast men cheering louder causing Chris to chuckle on your lips

You and Chris leave the church to take wedding photos

Then after that, you two change for the party

You walk out first

Then Chris walks in

You would’ve cried right there because he was wearing the same tux you first saw him in at the Oscars

You two got your slow dance

Your family giving cheers and toasts

Robert being the comedian throughout his whole toast, making you and Chris laugh on how hard it was for Robert to work with them

Your mom slightly embarrassing you with childhood memories

You and Chris cut the beautiful cake

You two cut a piece and kind of make a mess on each other’s faces

“Hey, you got it on my boob!”

“Want me to get it off?” He smirks

You cleaned it off with a napkin

Chris holding Dodger in his arms as you dance with them on the floor

Posts everywhere

Happy content

Fans freaking out and sending out congrats!

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Well that's it folks, finished painting my bedroom so now it needs to be put back together with furniture.

Thank you guys!

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