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geocookie21 · 3 years

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A Punny Death

This is my first fic! Please be kind! It’s not going to be long at all.

Warning: 2 very bad puns. And I ask for your forgiveness.

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The Doctor, Agent O, Graham, Ryan, Yaz and Y/N had all managed to get into Barton’s plane relatively safely. And by safely I mean running directly behind the plane and then preceding to jump onto it! Because that is something you clearly should do, according to the Doctor.

“Thanks for helping me up back there” O said as he turned to Y/N

“No problem! Im surprised I got on, I’m used to the running now but jumping into planes?” You giggled as you shared a look with O and he couldn’t help but return the action with a laugh.

“I’ve never been good at sprinting” O said continuing your conversation, despite the lack of oxygen in your lungs, he was faking it, but still.

“Forget sprinting, I don’t think I’m quite used to running at all yet”

O, yet to be revealed as the Master, had gotten quite close to Y/N in the short time of your acquaintance. While Graham may have been keeping a running commentary, Y/N was making jokes. Bad jokes. The worst jokes imaginable. A few puns that flew right over O’s head, he caught on that it was, in fact, a joke of sort when Graham groaned.

One that didn’t fly over his head, and he was ashamed that he didn’t pick up on it before he replied, was the classic

“Hey O! Wanna know how NASA plans their parties?”

“How?”

“They plan-et” you said with a grin practically splitting your face. An expression he connoted with you making a joke that you knew was awful. So he groaned.

Apparently this was the correct response as you started laughing harder than you already were. O merely rolled his eyes, trying to stay in character, yet laughed a little by instinct. They were not bad jokes, in fact he found them rather amusing, despite the awful quality.

The godawful jokes continued to be heard at random throughout their little adventure. O nearly lost it when you said “Where’s the platypus when you need him” as you were sneaking around Barton’s jet hanger.

Having gotten a little bored during his time in MI6 and having already took a liking to TV as one of his previous regenerations he decided to look into more modern day tv shows, finding Phineas and Ferb.

He was about to burst out in laughter when Graham scolded you. You pouted completely unaware of the entire groups shoulders shaking in an obvious attempt to hold in laughter, including Grahams.

Currently, having just jumped onto a plane, the jokes have stopped, for a few minutes at least.

“What are we actually going to do?” Yaz huffed out. Seriously, ran after a plane and jumped onto it. Can you blame her for being out of breath?

“Sit tight and see where he’s going” the Doctor replied, out of breath but clearly not suffering as much as the humans were cause she’s lucky causes she’s a time lord and has done more ridiculous stuff than this.

“Amen” You exclaimed as you sat down in one of the rows of chairs...cause you know, running after a plane AND JUMPING ON IT

“What were you doing in the kitchen Y/N? The party was outside” Ryan asked you.

“Officially? Looking for anything not obvious” you replied holding your lungs

“And unofficially?” Graham asked, already dreading the answer. Everyone looked at you, waiting for, what was going to be, a horrible joke.

“Trying to steal his cutlery” you replied knowing the next line, the groans incoming.

“Y/N! Why would you do that?! What if you were caught?!” There it was, the approaching line. You knew Yaz would go all police woman on you, thus providing you the perfect opportunity...

“It was a whisk I was willing to take” you deadpanned. Slowing turning into the famous grin.

The groans from all present were worth it. You laughed for a good 5 minutes despite the pain in your lungs.

Everyone including O just smiled at you. Each thinking you were cute. Then the Doctor remembered something that O said a few minutes before...

“Never been good at sprinting?” She asked O, confused.

“I was the last one in every race at school”

“No no no, I read your file. Your a champion sprinter” She huffed out, unaware that she broke his disguise.

The air in the room (plane?) shifted. You could feel something was wrong even from where you were sitting.

You couldn’t see it but O’s innocent (attractive) face dropped. He knew his facade was no longer going to work he stood thinking for a second or two until..

“Got me” whispered words, yet louder than echos.

“Well done”

The words scaring you into sitting upright, despite the pain in your lungs. This wasn’t the O you had come to know.

“What’s going on,Doc?” Graham’s voice was barely heard as you kept you senses focused on ‘O’. More confused than afraid, afraid all the same, you started to stand when he suddenly whirled around and out his hand out towards you. His hand raised to nearly eye hight and palm facing you, as if he were a magician.

“Sit down, Love.” The spoken command sounded soft to your ears and mirrored his smile. O’s smile.

You did as you were told so he turned back to the Doctor. A small laugh, as if he’d done nothing more than a harmless prank, to her as he turned his head over his shoulders to address the others.

“Well you’d best take a look out the window”

The fam did exactly that, except for you. As you stood to look a firm hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards a tall warm body. Looking up towards their face and seeing the O that you had known, not the one nearly laughing maniacally a second ago, confused you. This person isn’t O. Whether there had ever been a real O, or whether you had met the real one was yet to be determined. But you felt that this man was the one you had gotten close too. But who was he?

“How is your house out there?” Graham’s voice broke your thoughts. Only to start about her round.

“What?!” You got as close to the window as you could, with ‘O’ still holding onto you. And Graham was right, his house was out there.

He let you go so you could look.

“A little bit wicked witch of the west” you almost laughed. You really did. Then you remembered the situation. Though O did see you smile unknowingly, he knew you were amused and if this was a different situation you would have laughed. He frowned for a second wishing that you had laughed, but he knew you were confused. Remembering that the Doctor would be equally as confused was what got him smiling again.

“But you get the gist! Maybe, maybe not”

He tuned around leaning lazily against the wall. (Hand on hip as if he didn’t know what that would do to the audience watching.)

“Come in Doctor, catch up”

“You can do it, come on” acting as if he was a tutor, helping a child.

The Doctors mouth dropped in realisation.

“Ooooh”

O looked happy at that response, maybe even excited.

“That’s my name, and that is why I chose it”

“Oh so satisfying” He smiled.

“It was a bad pun even for me” you whispered. You were too confused to even notice you spoke that out loud or that you were even smirking at the godawful pun that he made, and let’s be honest, you WOULD have made that pun.

He looked at you a smiled softly, a low laugh that he only kept going for you, even with his disguise dropped. He quickly switched his attention to the Doctor.

“Doctor I did say, look for the spymaster”

his voice started dropping lower. In time not volume. Almost as if he was becoming someone else.

“Or should I say, spy...”

“Master”

The Doctor looked horrified and he took a deep, staggered, breath.

“Hi” he smiled. His whole demeanour had changed. Even his eyes, they burned with a hated and target into the Doctor.

“You can’t be”

“Oh I can be and very much am”

“So what’s going on then, if he’s not really O” Ryan spoke up for us confused humans in the back. Literally, back of the plane.

“I’m her best enemy” He responded as he got closer to the Doctor, laughing at her face when he stood next to her.

“Call me Master”

He addressed the fam as he started speaking, but in his last word, his name, he kept his eyes locked to yours.

Words of confusion arose from the fam, the Doctor still yet to recover from the shock.

“Me and her, we go way way way back”

“I met O” The Doctor trying to figure the situation asked the Master.

“I know”

“Years ago”

“I know!” He replied to her, laughing all the while.

“But there was an O at MI6! C was talking about him” Ryan being calm enough to think the situation through. The Doctor wasn’t doing to great and honestly? Neither were you.

“Yes, a man very close to my heart”

“Well in my pocket, actually. Wanna see him? It’s always good to have a backup of ones work”

He held up a matchstick box. His eyes locked to yours again, the demonstration purely for your benefit. Not to frighten you, he knew you’d be curious as to what was going on.

“Tissue compression, it’s a classic”

You finally saw what was in the matchstick box.... it was the original O.

Your mouth dropped as you whimpered slightly at the sight. The Masters eyes softened for a moment, wondering if perhaps he shouldn’t have shown you. He focused on the others for a moment to get you out of his head and thoughts before continuing.

“Ambushed him! On his way to work for his first day, shrunk him, took his identity and set myself up in MI6”

He turned back to the fam and kept you in his sights to see your reaction. You were still shocked and afraid, so he did the only thing he could. The thing you bonded over. He tried to make a joke.

“Surprisingly good staff canteen”

If he wasn’t watching you, he wouldn’t have noticed the quick smile or the breath you took. Another time, that would have you giggling and he knew. But you weren’t as scared as you were a second ago, so it did it’s job. He smiled softly at you closed you mouth and took a breath to calm yourself.

He was going to through the small box to the side to spite the Doctor, but he didn’t want to scare you so he put it back in his pocket and faced the Doctor once more.

“I have had a lot of fun” he started clapping out of enjoyment as the Doctor ran for the cockpit. The Master turned back to the fam and grimaced before a tiny giggle left his mouth. You were about to speak when suddenly

“Where’s Barton?!” Now that got your attention

The Master turned back around as if he’d been caught stealing a cookie. He jumped around acting like he didn’t know where to go until he sat down in a plane seat a few rows in front of you as the others ran past him.

He turned to you, you still looked terrified before, hearing that the plane didn’t have a pilot didn’t help

“So how’s the inflight entertainment?” He smiled softly at you, not the cruel smile he’d been giving out. An encouraging one, perhaps concerned and kind.

“I don’t like the comedy show” you whispered. You were scared. Confused. Still had burning lungs. Worried about the Doctor and others. And on top of that making a joke with a, now know, murderer was not at the top of your priorities.

“Check the seat” he called out after controlling his laughter at your reaction. The fam panicked as he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“it’s going to be ok” he knew in his mind it wasn’t. You were going to die. You are a human, he has no need for humans no matter how much he enjoyed your company. You knew it too.

He smirked evily as he glanced at the cockpit.

“Cockpit bomb”

He glanced at you at your gasps of horror. Smoking as he continued.

“Short fuse. I can relate to that”

A knowing smile until he heard the sound of the sonic.

“No! Did you think I wouldn’t have thought of that?’ It’s sonic proof Doctor! Come on!”

“Dead lock sealed and I made sure, no parachutes on board”

You knew you were going to die. You wanted to get to your friends, your fam. But the Master blocked your way.

“There must be a way!”

You doubted it. You were frightened and wanted your friends. You made eye contact with Yaz and Ryan, both held their arms out for you, knowing you needed them. You pushed past the Master into their arms and whimpered a little. You tried to keep it quiet so the doctor couldn’t hear you. You didn’t want her to stress out more than she already was.

Yaz said something to the Master and he replied, but you couldn’t make it out. You were too busy being scared and keeping it quiet. You caught the end of their conversation as the Master said

“...even these guys” you saw the creatures you were investigating. And if you weren’t scared enough?

“I can’t do it! Get away!” The Doctor shouted. She shut and barricaded the door in a feeble attempt to keep the explosion away from you all. The bomb went off and she fell over.

All you could hear was screaming. The fams, the Masters, your own. Your grip on the seat that you had grabbed weakened and you fell. You never hit the ground. In the chaos you could just about notice you had been caught. It was the purple cost that gave their identity away.

“Tell me Y/N, are you mad at me?”

You held onto him, him being the only steady thing you could grab on to at the moment.

“I’ve been mad at you since the Wizard of Oz reference”

He laughed as he held you in his arms. He steadied you in a seat and left towards the Doctor and stood over her.

“One last thing, you should know in the seconds before you die. Everything that you think you know, is a lie”

He turned to face you again.

“Y/N! Do me a favour!”

“What?!”

“Don’t die!”

“That’s kinda the idea here! your not exactly helping!”

“Good little human! I’ll see you soon!”

“If I don’t die in a damn plane crash you twit!”

he laughed before he sobered, turning back to the Doctor

“Got you, finally”

And with that he vanished.

Now we just have to survive the plane crash...

I’m sure the Doc.. Annnnd she just got taken.

Just great.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #dhawan!master #the master #Agent O #I wanna do a part two of this #sassy reader making jokes with the master as he’s trying to kill them is a mood #part 2 in the hanger The Madter getting b*** slapped #the sass that will ensue #the Doctor will probably have to hold them back

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writinandcrying · 3 years

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Should I stay or should I go?

tmnt x reader - Headcanon - PART 1

Link for part 2 - Donnie and Mikey

Pov: for external reasons ( your wifi wasn’t working, renovations in your apartment, hell, the whole building, pipe broke down you have no water for 3 days straight) you had to stay at the lair, it was all fun and games for the first 3-4 days, but routine had caught up with you and the turtles, you have never been that close to them for such long time. Which turtle wants you stay longer, and which one wants their space back?

not all turtles have a crush on y/n ( like, at the same time), but depending on which turtle you are reading, they have the crush on y/n (does that make sense? I hope it does )

Leo

🎏He wants you to stay

🎏( you thought I was going to say leave huh?)

🎏At first when you asked if you could stay some days at the lair he was a little bit... apprehensive? Not anxious per say, but definitely questionated if you would be comfortable, if your routines wouldn’t crash, could be keep up his “host” facade for that long?

🎏He was surprised how quiet you were, I mean, whenever everyone were at table for dinner or at game night you joked along, but during “normal activities” work, reading, studying, just, going through your day, you were so quiet. Did you not feel welcomed at the lair?

🎏Truth to be told you didn’t want to feel like a burden or a problem to them, you were already a new person in their space, so you just kept it to yourself. Took turns in who to ask something for if you need it, ( mostly tried to do stuff on your on) so no one would feel overwhelmed

🎏 Leo doesn’t want you to feel like you don’t belong, so whenever he makes tea, or it’s medication time at the dojo, he asks if you would like to join him, at first you thought it was just out of politeness, (and at first it was) but he insists so much that you give in, at some point you both get used to doing stuff together and like each others company

🎏 He loves his brothers? Yes. Loves spending time with them? Of course! But there are a certain amount of things that he would rather do with you, he feels... more comfortable doing so. Doesn’t feel pressured to put up the leader facade, to be serious all the time. he could be him with you, and there wasn’t many times that he could do that ( with master splinter he could, not all times tho. Lately there was so many foot activity going on that master wanted him to stay focused in almost all of their conversations ) so your hangouts were blissful to him

🎏he doesn’t even realize 4-5 days have gone by, when you finally get a call from your landlord that you can go back, he really wants to ask you to stay some more, not only he felt at ease talking to you, but he never slept better those last few days, for him, knowing that you were “under the same roof”, you were protected inside the lair, made him sleep so profoundly, it gave a sense of security he didn’t knew he craved.

🎏 he doesn’t have the heart to ask you tho. asking you to stay seems selfish of him, you have a life, you belong with the other humans out there, this last days with you made him feel so normal, but with that call it was like a bucket out cold icy water runing on this carapace, you both don’t belong in the same world, it was foolish to think anything like.. a relationship, could work between the both of you

🎏Leo gets so caught up in this intrusive ideas, he closes up. At first you think you did something wrong, everything was just fine minutes ago, but then maybe- just maybe, all of the tea you shared together, the shows you watched and the late night talks, was he just being nice? He didn’t want to spend all of that time with you, did he?

🎏 for the first time since you got in the lair, you felt bothersome, you pack your stuff fast, you don’t want to be a burden no longer, you say your thanks to his brothers and master splinter, apologize for any inconveniences, then when it comes to Leo, the air becomes heavier, it harder to read him, your throat tightens, you don’t know if you should thank or say sorry to him.

🎏 you tell him both

🎏 you walk alone through the sewer, moments before you got asked if you needed to be scorted, “it’s no problem” he assured, Leo was smiling but that were something in his eyes that made you question his words, you made your way as you declined his offer. It was easy to Make yourself believe it was the god awful smell that it was making your eyes water with tears

🎏 for the best days, Leo trained for hours, was harsher on patrol, at home, got more quiet than what he normally was. Everyone noticed, no one commented on it. He missed you, He wanted to you to back so bad, he wanted the late night talks, he endless laughter going on between both of you, but in no way he would tell you so.

🎏 if he only knew you wanted the same as him

Raph

🧨 he wants you to stay, but he also wants you to go... you should go

🧨 don’t get me wrong, he loves the first 2 days you are there, my god. He had never felt so powerful at his own home

🧨Raph LOVES spending time with you, you make him feel like the funniest guy around, likes working out with you, or you just admiring him while he works out, wink wink ;)

🧨 has a lot of pent up tension from watching you workout, or just simply having you watch him train and such ( he is a horny man don’t look at me) and he might or might not think of you a lot... in the shower.. in his bed.. in the middle of the night... He lives for the thrill of you being so near him but would actually DIE if you caught him- Well, u know. Anyways, he lives for your attention

🧨 he lives for it until he noticed how eco-y the lair was, and oh boy he needs to fart. Really Bad.

🧨the reason why raph wants you to go is because he needs to fart? Yes. let me tell you why:

🧨Raph cares a lot about his exterior, specially with his crush is around. in his mind he has a reputation to maintain with you, so yeah, he does NOT want to embarrass himself in front of you, plus he needs to work on mikeys sweater and he hasn’t shown to you that he actually knits ( and it’s very self conscious to do so, will you think less of him for having such a... homey- Grandma material, Hobby?)

🧨 so yes; Raph would rather die than to let it rip next to you, but he wants to so bad oh my GOOOOOOD ( mind you this is crush state, if it was a s/o of long time you will need to deal with the monstrosity that comes from his behind, sorry), when he realizes that farts arent the only thing that needs to be let out he lowkey starts to panic ( no, he did not take a dump while you were there, is raph one of those ppl who has a shy 🍑 when there’s new people are around? That cannot go outside his own home? You bet he is)

🧨he does feel more at peace knowing you are safe and sound while sleeping at the lair like Leo, but when you get a call that you can go back to your home, he is upset... and relieved( won’t show the latter until you are out at the door and he’s running to the bathroom)

🧨 will miss you, your sassy remarks, your ass, your company in general, but will only notice those feelings after reclaiming his space back

🧨Mind you when he left his mighty trone, shit was so clogged, Donnie wanted to kill him ( because obviously he is the one to fix everything around the lair)

🧨for his disdain, Mikey had revived a long lost forgotten nickname from old days: Shit blaster 3000

🧨 (Mikey had to hide for 2 hours from Raph trying to beat up his ass from bringing that name back - which stuck for 2 days, mainly cuz Donnie was so pissed at him he wouldn’t let it go of the name)

🧨 but hey, after that he asked you to stay over a lot more! Slowly he started to show more and more about him, ( the relief he felt when he finally showed you his knit projects and you loved it, he was holding up his breath the whole time) he also loves how more comfortable you got after staying those days with him them, so yeah, feel free to stay over a lot more!

🧨just, don’t stay for long periods of time

🧨 (for donnies sake)

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I don’t know how I went from soft to sad Leo to sassy and fart ass raph in one Headcanon? Raph Headcanons are always so serious or u know ~sexy~, but honestly he has such comedy potential, anyways- I hope you guys enjoyed it sbfbgjkfkdks, tell me if you want me to do Donnie and mikeys!

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt babies #tmnt 2014/16 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #giulia writes

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charmed-asylum · 4 years

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🐍 Envious Lover 🐍

Summary: With no where else to go Loki has only one last option to save his home and that you. What can worst then going to your ex, a goddess of gods.

Loki x Reader ( goddess)

Word count: 3,733

⚠️WARNING ⚠️: Goddess being everyone goals, Loki being a jealous sassy boy, Thor being his adorable self, sassy reader , goddess reader, I little of bow chicka wow wow, angst, and a lot more I can’t remember

A/N: I wrote this for the @finleyjayne rainbow writing challenge. I have dyslexia so if something wrong please tell me. This is also my first fanfic I have ever wrote. I had a lot of fun and I just gain more respect then I had before for fanfic writers. Thanks to @kity for pushing me to do it. Also thanks to @hellcaster901 @deceitfuldevout @linkispink1995 for being wonderful to me during this process ❤️ you guys. Alright enjoy and CONGRATULATIONS TO FIN for this wonderful achievement!!!!! ( also check out master list for some goodies)

Tagged: @alagalaska @linkispink1995 @deceitfuldevout @hellcaster901 @alias-b @opheliadawnwalker3

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Master List

You stood tall like a stem of beauty. Your hair was glowing with a dark lust in the bright dying sun. You were a mystery. Your eyes were keepers of souls and secrets, and your voice was made of silky waves of desire. You were a siren and with one sound– even one as quiet as a whimper or soft moan– any man would be forevermore trapped in your grasp.

“Who, father, should I give a good night kiss for such a surprise? Cry of a tear as the lady finds such men without a breath,” you asked softly as you walked down the hallway covered in ivy. Loki rolled his eyes. He couldn’t deny you were the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, he was also far too stubborn to ever admit this.

You were still bitter after the untimely death of your fiancé. You spent your days hosting high-end balls and festivities. You spent your nights playing with the hearts and passions of the endless stream of men begging to please you.

“Aren't you the whore of all things gold,” Loki said, his words laced with sweet venom.

“You know, when I was born of triumph at the end of all galaxies, my mother looked me dead in my eyes and told me that I was dangerous. Want to know why little boy?

“Oh please do tell me why, pet,” he said as he rolled his eyes. He was intrigued by you and the idea that you had a bit of a dark side only made him want you more, but of course, the god of mischief wouldn’t let you know that you had power over him.

“Because even though I may look like only possession or pet, I am more. So much more in fact that all gods come to me. They bow down to me, pray to me, and hope that I bestow my love onto them. Whenever there is no one left, I am their sole hope and their end. As they sleep at night in a room full of guards, they are unaware of how easily I could slip inside their room and slit their throat. How easily I could sink my teeth into their necks. How much I want to inject them with the green venom that drips from my painted lips. They have no idea how precarious their situation is whenever they are in my presence.” You said as you glared down at him.

“And do you kill them?” Loki asked as he cleared his throat. You smirked at him as you sensed his fear and attraction to you.

“Maybe one day you will know the answer to that question. Until then, all you need to know is this: I am not a whore of all things gold as you say. I am hope and peril all wrapped into one. I am an empress. You are in my kingdom. So act as such,” you said as you walked past him. Your head held high as you ambled into a garden full of gold and green.

He turned to follow you and tried to act as disinterested as he could, but the sway of your hips made him feel the blood rush to his face and other parts as well. With each step closer he could hear the loud boom of commotion. There was loud music drifting through the air. It was another party. Loki knew that while you basked in a lively and over the top way of life and love from admirers, it was all just a facade. That victorious smile and eyes that sparkled with grave darkness told him everything he needed to know. You were just like him: alone.

“You say such harsh words. Are you not going to enjoy such a garish party? What is the cause of the celebration today? Oh, I know! It must be that you got a brand new pair of shoes or a tiara maybe,” Loki said with a cocky smirk. He was trying to egg you on because if he can get you angry maybe you will reveal what he suspects to be behind that mask of yours.

You walked by a pond in the center of your garden and gently sat on a rock. Below you, your reflection looks back at you, judging you with a mirror of truth. Your long dainty fingers with gold claw-like nails dip a few fingers in it to disturb its image. He wondered if you had even cared enough to listen to his words.

“Do you know why I love this pond?” You asked, not waiting for an answer before you continue. “It has to do with the unpredictability and volatility of life. Everything can change. It only takes a second for the odds to flip to another’s favor, but this,” you looked up into his dark eyes. “It always remains the same.”

You took your hand out of the water, “You came for an alliance and my loyalty is with you, as always, but this time it can’t be against him,” you said and pointed at Thor, who was too busy playing with the snake in his hands to notice. You smiled at the gentle playfulness of this giant. Even with all he had been through and everything he still will endure he remained the same hopeful man as before.

“Isn’t she gorgeous? It was a present from your dear brother. It follows me as I go. Just like the one who gave it,” you said laying back with lust in your eyes. Loki licked his lips as you gave him a seductive wink. He took a deep breath as he tried to ignore the way that seeing you like this made him feel. You were flirtatious by nature, and you loved taunting and provoking men until they go mad.

“We come here in the hope that you assist us in fighting our dear long lost sister, Hela. Surprisingly, she’s more of a pest than you,” Loki said as he tried to gain back control and push you further away.

“Did you know that once your dear brother turned into a nasty green snake in order to scare off my suitors? He stopped when one of them tried to catch and cook him. After that he cried like a baby for hours,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, Thor. Do you mind giving me and Loki some time to talk? There’s ale and a huge feast inside. Do make yourself at home, love,” you said, your eyes not leaving Loki’s.

“Yes, my lady. Brother, I feel this lady can be the woman of your dreams and maybe make love by the fire on her bear fur rug in her chambers.” Thor said gently, putting the snake down. Loki’s face burns red as the embarrassment of him talking in his sleep and you find out what he dreams of is revealed.

“You idiot! You’re not supposed to repeat that out loud,” Loki hissed.

Even though your face remained neutral, you took enormous pleasure at this new revelation. Your mind returned to the sensual thoughts which you had had for years. You pushed your shoulders back and walked close to Loki and turned to whisper in his ear, “who knew red was such a beautiful color on you.”

You laughed as you watched Loki once again struggle to find words. You placed a small four-leaf clover behind his ear and gently placed your hand on his cheek. It had been so long since you last felt each other’s touch. After one touch it all came rushing back. All the long nights in the thrill of a secret affair. Loki's hands followed yours. Hands rough from many years of labor he went through wrapped tightly around yours.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, my dear. Things didn’t go to plan as I hoped. I thought of you every long night,” Loki said placing his lips to the back of your soft hand.

“I could tell you that you dress like a poser. You try too hard. Not like a king you are destined to be. Still, you gallop around making a joke of me. Playing pretend. I waited and had to be chosen as a bride you know,” you said in a deep tone. For such an innocent and gorgeous woman, any man or beast would be fearful if they ever tried to cross you. That in itself made him obsessed with you. His other hand dipped behind you and brought you closer to him.

“I know. You know your mine and still, you choose to always play with me. I may be the god of tricks but I don’t like it when I’m trick on. Sad that fool had an untimely death Huh” Loki said with eyes full of ideas.

Your eyes flutter a bit through your thick long lashes before biting Loki's finger. Giggling a bit you pull away and turn a few times, your gorgeous evening gown turning into a forest green cocktail dress.

“You made me shear tears. I promise you that won’t ever happen. If so I turn you into my plaything like that “you said snapping your finger before walking towards the party.

Mumbling under his breath he ran after you. Before you could step foot into the grand ballroom Loki turned you against the wall and held you tight. Those eyes turn darker than the midnight sky. Lips parted just for a before snapping back in place. Everything about him so addicting.

“Pouting and snapping your fingers doesn’t look so flattering on you. I’m done with this chat. You're a fool with tiny tricks, maybe you could do some for entertainment. Once you grow up then I shall speak to you only when you're being reasonable, Loki!” you said before storming off. That right there drove Loki over the edge. Even with all his tricks and harsh words you always cave in but not this time. You meant what you said. Even your eyes smile all used to be the brightest for him. No matter what you were always on his side. Maybe this world you create shape was more a prison than a simple paradise he first imagines.

Most of the night he couldn’t find you in the sea of people. Till he hears a familiar laugh echoing throughout the room. Rubbing his forehead he prays to high gods alike that he wasn’t embarrassing himself.

To his surprise, it was far from it. Thor stood in the center of attention telling stories lively of battle he played a role in. What made Loki's eye twitch just a little bit more was who Thor had to hug tight to his side but you. You laugh at the mimicry of everyone around you. As if you could feel his eyes on you playfully slap Thor peck before wiping a tear from his eye and feed him another green grape. Hand resting on his chest rubbing little circles laughing.

Loki had to think for a second each time you found someone or thing to replace him he would find ways to either manipulate them to leave or just got rid of them altogether. Could he do that to Thor? Hell yes with the pleasure she might take care of two problems once and for all. But he had more pain than you and his dear dopy brother.

“Oh, Loki. Sweetheart. Please come, your brother was just telling us of a green giant they call a Hulk and it's smashing you like a rag doll” you said into your glass of champagne.

Letting out a deep breath. He looks at the two very disappointed. “That beast is far too dangerous than most beasts you ever saw. You too would be a stump. Pet” Loki said with his arms cross over each other tapping his foot.

“I don’t know. What bolt here telling me isn’t so bad. Sounds cute” You said in a baby voice with a hand on your hip and a resting bitch face.

He glances around before grabbing a glass of green champagne and gulping it in one sit. They had no time to play. All this time could be spent figuring a way to save their land before it is too late. Throughout the night he watches as you gracefully walk around talking laughing ignoring him.

“Dear brother if my time on Earth has proven any knowledge besides they are helpless beings. This thing they call emotions. Lady Jane and my fellow teammates talk a great deal. Maybe if you say I’m sorry for whatever she will forgive you instead of demanding her and her attention solely on you” Thor said drinking some ale.

“Do I look like a lost puppy like you? I can do many things but to apologize to her when she should be but in my debt for me of all things but to fancy her. No, I -“ he stops when he sees you slip away from the party “will do that right now,” Loki said running off after you.

With a gentle touch of green smoke, you disappear before his eyes. Well, this wasn’t something he didn’t see coming. Hours he spent looking high and low far and near for you. Before he finally decides to give up he saw a dim light at the end of the emerald cover walls hallway. A familiar song melody dances in the air. The closer he got he could see your back through the crack in the door as you look at something in your hands.

“If you're going to lurk, at least be slick with it,” you said, your back still facing him.

“Wasn’t looking for you, more like a bathroom. For a fortress, there aren't many. I want to leave one last surprise for you” Loki said, leaning against the door, locking it.

You roll your eyes and walk by a gold satin curtain. A second later arriving from behind with a more revealing outfit. Loki's eyes nearly his socket when you face your backside towards him.

You comb your hair I’m in front of a mirror, “What Thor said earlier is that truth, do you wanna take me raw on my Kermode fur rug? You old kinkster” you look at him through the mirror while combing your luxuriant hair.

You said one thing, but your tone meant another. God how he wishes it didn’t work the way it did. From the innocent but deadly eyes to the way your hands play with your hair, to the way your mouth moves when you speak. God was he in trouble. But he needs you right now. Maybe it was more than he thought or wanted to admit.

Before he knew it you had gotten up and was standing chest to chest to him. Reaching close you look up in his piercing sad but serene eyes then glance to his moist lips. SLAP Loki curses under his breath as he looks at you glared into your eyes. Raising a finger he frowned a bit, “are you out your mind” he hissed. You shrugged your shoulder and smiled, bitting down on your gold frost nail.

“No, I am. I told you that rage and anger will get you nowhere. How dare y-” before you could finish your rant Loki grab you by the waist and shove his mouth onto yours.

Shock by this action you tumble back onto that so rub with him. Even as the pain rushed through your backside you didn’t care as you grabbed tight to his back clawing tight. Marking him. Your mouth dancing with his sucking the air out of one another. His hand slipping to the back and unclipping your green with a gold trimming bra. With his pale long fingers trail his hand from your waist up to cup you breast gently as he left bite marks onto your neck. A deep breathless moan came out as you grabbed onto his long black hair. Looking up to your eyes he smirks and starts to continue to attack your body with such pleasure. “How dare you make me have to come back and you go flaunt yourself around. I thought we both knew your mine and not one else” he said biting down right below your left boob.

“Fuck Loki shut up for once and continue what you're doing. You never officially told me I was yours as you left me behind. So....S...Stop your whinnying” you said pulling him closer to you and bit his neck.

“But you’re wrong before I left I gave you that ring on your finger. Love and that means your mines, not your idiotic ex and most definitely not goodie two shoe brother, Thor’s” Loki said in a scathing tone.

One hand grips tightly around your neck as the other gently grabs some fat off your thigh. Your body curves into his touch begging for more. Each breath was shorter than the last sweat dripping down his forehead. And right as Loki ripped off your thong, you pushed yourself so that you were on top straddling his lap gazing down at him. A huge grin appeared as you grab both hands and move them above his head, your hips rocking back and forth as you kiss him, each one pulling more and more force with it. Instead of moans and curse words, you giggle softly.

“Say it. Say what I want to hear and I’m yours no more games tricks and lies. Say it and this thing you're so proud of would be more than costume jewelry. I will be yours forever and I would stand by you as you become victorious my true king” You hissed. His eyes darkened as he watched you continue to attack him with each hump. Stars of the night started to fulfill his vision and he could see green mist cover the ceiling. Before he could say anything else a cruel comment or a backhanded compliment he shouts out your name. So loud even those in your party could hear it. Thor looks around and smiles into his cup knowing that once the act is done not only would he be in favor of his dear grumpy brother but owe many thanks to you.

Loki looks up to you from the floor both of you basking in such glory after hours of nonstop pleasure. Turning onto his side he leaned his hand on his head and watch you, sitting at your vanity table. You were rubbing lotion with gold leads onto your smooth skin. What he imagines and what happened was way beyond his dreams. Even he has to admit maybe leaving you so long ago was a bad mistake. One he hopes to never do again.

With that, he decided it was the time of being a fool, and once again the man the king loves to hear you say he is.

“My love stopped what you are doing and looked at me. I have something far more important than that” he said taking your tiny hands into his. You look at him with such awe and desire.

“I am not one to say such words or to admit such things. I grew up in this world alone feeling like I was more a burden than a child. With all this, I grew darker as tar. My heart was cold as ice. Even with that, you love me. Even when I’m thrown down and laughed at, you show over and over your loyalty. For so long I thought it didn’t matter. Hell-bent to not cave into their ways. But as I made my journey to that world my brother fell so in love with, I then realized my mistake. I thought if I can be a ruler of one world alone. Worried you won't see me as fit as your husband. Instead, I was lonely and felt deep into the darkness you are so gracious to help me from. I even miss the friendly banter I and my brother have a share. In all I’m sorry. You're not only my pet but my queen. And I hope you huh show you for the rest of my days” Loki said onto his knees pleading.

Coming close you place a gentle kiss him on the lips. Looking up with a huge smile. Finally hearing the words you've wanted to hear for centuries. Loki took your ring and moved it to the wedding finger and picked you up. Your arms wrap tight around his neck pepper kissing him giggling like a little child.

“Loki you silly slick snake. I made up my mind I was coming with you the second you step foot onto my land. This world has been lonely and parties are no fun without you. And I hate that sister of yours and would love to see her eyes as she takes her last breath. And while your dear brother is busy with her we can plan to take over. Once and for all. With you finally king and me by your side as queen. Now let me go so I can collect my prize from Thor. And we can be on our way” you said with a wicked grin on your face.

“YOU WHAT!”Loki said, stunned but also turned on by the trick you played on him.

Touching his cheeks she nodded yes.

“Thor and I had a bet. After he asks me to be a part of this club of yours revengers. He thought as a stubborn prince you would last longer and I said within the hour. I will always know you better than you do yourself” you said pitching him cheek a little.

Shock not only did you trick him but you got his brother enlisted as well with your plan.

“I can’t believe you got me. You naughty pet you. I should punish you for this or maybe I will reward you” Loki said.

Getting up you waltz across the room to the bathroom and turn, “Oh dear prince. Let us take care of this pest problem then you can do with me as you please.” You blow him a kiss and a flirtatious wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

He always thought his true home was Asgard but it was you.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Worry

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: death, injury, worry, torture

Author’s Note: Hi I’m Maya and I don’t know how to write for non Ewan McGregor characters and I had this idea when I fell over today so here I love it I love him. Imma need to write a sassy one next though

Summary: The reader gets kidnapped and Obi-Wan is worried. Really worried.

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst at the end

(not my gif)

You spit out a chunk of blood. The man in front of you laughed and moved gracefully across the few feet between you and him. There was another scream of laughter from behind you but it echoed. Your head pounded and your vision was just beginning to stop blurring. You tried to recall the memories before this moment, why your head hurt, why you were bound to a chair, the blood spilling the floor.

Not your blood. For a moment you panicked, thinking it could have been Obi-Wans or Qui-Gon's but you couldn’t seem to find them around. You recalled an ambush, presumably by the men who were holding you captive. You were pretty sure that they had gotten out, broken memories of their backs running away, something Obi-Wan had screamed at you before you had passed out.

You couldn’t remember what it was.

“We have your lightsaber,” one of the men said. You recognized the language and the species but you couldn’t put your finger on the names. You could even understand what they were saying, languages being a hobby of yours, but your head was pounding so hard you could barely slip into another tongue.

“That's great. Why am I here again?” you asked in broken some language or another.

Your worries were spiked. You couldn’t find the rope you had been tied down with. It probably wasn’t even a rope, something this species had brought up to tie down a Jedi with. You groaned, head spiking. Between your confusion and the pain all you wanted was to be saved from this situation but you knew you had to figure this out.

You couldn’t wait for Qui-Gon to return with Obi-Wan. You weren’t even sure if they had gotten out of the ambush. You did know that if either of them had been captured you had to get them out.

Jedi in training but technically a Jedi skill wise, you and Obi-Wan had been friends since the beginning of training. Qui-Gon took you under his wing when your master was killed and the excitement of getting to work with the guy you had a crush on was too much to pass up on. You and Obi-Wan had been secretly together since.

And you were worried about him.

“You need to tell us where the drive is,” one of the others spoke. You rose an eyebrow. You glanced around the room. There was a table of torture devices that looked like they could cut through...whatever was on your hands holding you down. You nodded.

“Wish I knew. It might help me out a little here,” you joked. They didn’t seem to appreciate it. You winced as something hit you from behind. That was gonna leave a bruise.

“Speak.” You looked down at your lap. Your side hurt. Something wasn’t right but that was for later.

“I really don’t know.” You knew. You looked at the tortue devices again and as the man in front of you picked them up you kicked at his feet, lifting up the heavy chair to grab the knife. It was small but it did make it through your restraints just before someone landed on top of you. You felt around as the table fell over, gripping around your lightsaber.

You grinned and opened it. The man struggling on top of you froze at the sight of blue vibrant light. You gave him a moment to look at it before cutting his head off. As you made your way with the remaining people in the room, you looked for an easy exit. You still weren’t quite sure which planet you were on and how to contact someone for help.

Obi-Wan for help. You left one man alive, him on his knees and then felt your headache and side catch up to you. You closed your eyes hard and then opened them again, willing the pain away. You just wanted information before you killed him. Then you could pass out.

“Did you kidnap anyone else?” Your language was coming back. Easier as you walked more.

“No! It was just you! Please don’t hurt me!” he trembled. You kicked him to the ground and killed him anyway. You were too tired to fight. You limped to the door you had found earlier. You opened it, looking around the corner for enamines. You didn’t find anyone and so you kept going, trying to find the emergency escape pods. You had only gotten a few feet before you heard screaming at the end of the next hall. Someone ran across your vision and then fell down, dead.

You pulled out your lightsaber, hiding behind a break in the wall. You peeked around, head still pounding. You saw a lightsaber run across the wall in the bad lighting and let out a sigh of relief.

You clutched your side, limp running to the end of the hall.

“Obi-Wan?” you whisper screamed. He turned, leaving a man falling beside him, dead. His face gave you a range of emotions and you were sure yours gave him the same. He looked happy, scared, in love and worried. Nervous and worried about you. You gathered up your last bit of strength to run to him and collapsed into his arms.

“Y/N?! Maker, are you alright?” he lowered your slowly to the ground as Qui-Gon finished up the rest of the men around. There weren’t many. You nodded, kneeling on the ground, your clothes blood soaked. It was your blood this time.

“Fine. I’m fine. Obi-Wan,” you muttered and then passed out.

You woke up in much less pain but even more confused. You were laying on a bed, a familiar feel around you. The hum of a ship clarified your whereabouts. Qui-Gon's ship. You opened your eyes and felt a hand wrapped around yours. Obi-Wan sat there, fast asleep beside you.

You removed your hand as softly as you could but it woke him up anyway. You adjusted yourself up on our elbow and he smiled immediately, hands flying to your face. You let him kiss you. You needed that kiss.

You heard someone clear their throat and you pushed him away. Qui-Gon gave you a raised eyebrow. You rubbed your lips and caught the eye of C-3PO and the surprised beeping of R2-D2. A little boy you didn’t know came was hiding behind Qui-Gon. You looked down and then back at Obi-Wan, trying to gauge his words. His eyes were tear stained and his face was puffy red.

“You know I don’t think that's allowed,” C-3PO spoke. Qui-Gon walked toward you, leaving the dusty blonde boy aside.

He had seem lovers before. He had been around a long time. But he had yet to see lovers from his fellow Jedi, people who tried so hard not to touch and worry about one another. He had been there when you had gotten captured. He had felt the weight on Obi-Wan's shoulders. He even heard the words that were meant for you, side comments that hit empty air but were said by habit.

You had been off the grid for 4 days. The longest days that Obi-Wan Kenobi had ever lived.

“We saw nothing,” he whispered. Obi-Wan looked at you and you looked back at him, surprise lacing your features. And then Qui-Gon was gone. Back to a different part of the ship.

“But it is against-” C-3PO began but was cut off by R2-D2 speaking back. They both resigned and exited the room, bickering. The little boy squinted at you and stayed put. You just wanted him gone so you could speak with your lover.

“Jedi can’t marry,” he muttered. It was half a statement and half a question. You nodded.

“Yes Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out. Anakin looked at his fingers and then back at the two of you. Obi-Wan had his hand back in your weak one.

“I hope they change the rule.” Then he left to speak with Qui-Gon to whom he told that he had never seen such love before.

You turned to Obi-Wan, fingers brushing his cheek.

“You’ve been crying,” you muttered. He finally looked at you. You were healing, slowly, your face no longer a sickly pale.

“They told me you might be dead. That you might die from the wound. You were there…” he paused taking your hand with both of his, “...in my arms and they said you might die.” You sat up more and he put his head on your intertwined hands. You winced but were able to make it to him, taking a hand away and brushing his hair in your hands.

You kissed his head lightly.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” he sobbed. You took both your hands now and held him in your arms. His head pressed against your chest as he cried, hugging you.

“I’m alright. Everythings okay now my love,” you said against his hair. You glanced at the door and saw Qui-Gon, glancing into the room. He looked away, closing it. Obi-Wan didn’t seem to notice.

“I love you,” he whispered. You nodded and kissed your way from his hairline to his nose, making him look at you.

“I love you more.” He kissed you on the lips, his touch feeling better than it ever had. You held him as close as he could get and pulled away to speak. “Come here.”

He looked at you and understood, standing from his chair. You scooted over and he laid beside you. You winced and he slowed his movements, kissing your forehead when he settled. You brushed your fingers up and down his stomach and arms. He calmed down as he explored all uninjured parts of your body. You must have fallen asleep there because your memory gets fuzzy.

All you know was that you were safe and he was safe. That was all that mattered.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagines #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi imagines #star wars imagines

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got7-texts · 6 years

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Changed - Jinyoung (88/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

To view the masterlist of drabbles for the challenge, click here

Prompt: Changed Member: Jinyoung x Reader AU: Star Wars!AU

Word Count: 1,639

Arguably one of my favorite fics for this drabble challenge…definitely my favorite Jinyoung one~

“Jinyoung!” you repeated, tugging on your friend’s sleeve for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.

“Y/N, stop it!” Jinyoung whined, pushing you off of him as you giggled and stuck out your tongue.

“I’m just playing around, Jinyoung! Come on, you can’t do homework all day. You should take a break and explore with me!” you expressed, your eyes shining as you grinned at your friend. Jinyoung huffed and turned back to his book, shaking his head.

“We need to focus on our Jedi studies before anything else,” he said, repeating the words your Master had told you earlier that morning. You rolled your eyes and flopped to the floor.

“Come on, please play with me?” you pleaded, putting your hands together in a praying motion and giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could. Jinyoung didn’t look at you, opting instead to berate you.

“If we don’t become one with the force, we’ll never become Jedi,” Jinyoung stated calmly, to which you dramatically sighed.

“Jinyoung, we’re only eight years old. I don’t think we’ll be full Jedi for a while,” you stated, sassiness dripping from your words. You then returned to your pleading, asking him to join you on an adventure and knowing that if you begged long enough, he would give in.

Sure enough, after a while of your annoyance, Jinyoung glanced over the top of his book to meet your eyes and then he sighed, setting it down.

“Alright, fine. We can go somewhere but not anywhere off limits,” he stated firmly, pointing his finger at your chest. “And not for long, we have to be back before Master Jing calls us to dinner,” he added. You hastily nodded and then broke into a grin, grabbing his hand that was still reached out and dragging him along on one of your adventures.

“Jinyoung,” you called out, following him out of the temple as he hurriedly walked through the halls. “Why are you mad?” you asked, genuinely concerned for your friend. He spun around to face you, making you stop in your tracks

“Are you serious?” Jinyoung asked rhetorically, furrowing his brow. “These lessons are a joke, we’re just reading the same things we’ve been reading for years now,” he stated, turning back and walking down the steps with you hot on his trail.

“But we’re doing a lot more meditation and force training than before! And we’re learning to use our lightsabers properly now too,” you pitched, trying to calm him down.

Eventually the two of you came to an open area and you pulled on Jinyoung’s arm to get him to stop.

“Jinyoung, please listen to me. You’re one of the best padawans in the temple right now. That’s probably why you feel so underwhelmed by everything we’re learning,” you explained earnestly.

He was usually a very straight-forward and formal person, and that hadn’t changed much since he was younger. But you noticed that he didn’t smile as much anymore and that he was beginning to look tired all the time. You assumed it was because he spent most of his time studying and training, but now it was beginning to worry you.

Jinyoung took a deep breath and looked at you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he finally stated. “I don’t want you to think that you’re any less of a Jedi than I am, okay? I’m just being…” there was a short pause where you looked at him curiously while he looked off into the distance deep in thought.

“Being what?” you asked, gently, taking his hand into your own. Jinyoung snapped out of his trance and looked down at your hand and then back up at you, giving you a small smile – something you hadn’t seen in months.

“I don’t know,” he said, finally. “Dramatic, I suppose. Or too anxious. Look, it doesn’t matter, let’s just go do something to get our mind off things,” he said, turning away and beginning to walk back to the temple, motioning you to follow.

“Want to spar with me?” you asked, smiling widely at him as you held onto his arm. Jinyoung gave you another smile (it was the last time you would ever see him smile like that) and told you to lead the way.

“Jinyoung?” you called out. The room was dark but you knew that he was hiding somewhere.

“Leave me alone,” a cold voice echoed out. You felt shivers down your spine and took a deep breath before slowly walking in his direction.

“Jinyoung, please. Don’t shut me out. Whatever’s bothering you…” you said slowly, walking around the room until you found him crouched down between the wall and the desk. “…you have to talk to me about it,” you finished, stopping in front of him.

Jinyoung gave a low chuckle that sounded out of place as he slowly looked up at you. He was clearly sleep-deprived – his eyes hard dark circles around them and his face looked sunken. The innocent, carefree child you once knew and loved was no longer visible.

“Why would I talk to you about anything? You wouldn’t understand,” he stated, bluntly. “You’re just like them…walking around with your head held high, lying to yourself that the Jedi are a force for good when all the do is reinforce the systematic problems again, and again, and again.” You felt his words like a dagger in your chest as you took a step back.

“Jinyoung, no. That’s not true. The Jedi way is meant to keep peace and balance in the – ”

“PEACE? YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT PEACE?” Jinyoung shouted, leaping up from his spot on the ground, causing you to take a few steps backwards in surprise. “If the Jedi are supposed to be the ‘good’ guys then why do they lose so much? Why have so many of us died as children because of the Jedi Order? Because they wouldn’t break their ‘moral code’ to kill those who took it upon themselves to kill us?” Jinyoung angrily lashed, throwing his arms around.

“Jinyoung, stop, it’s not the – ”

“THAT IS THE TRUTH!” Jinyoung screamed, causing the objects in the room to crash into the walls. The lights flickered and you found yourself holding onto the wall as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

There was a moment of silence before Jinyoung turned sharply towards you and began to walk in your direction, never breaking eye contact. Almost immediately, you felt trapped, as if Jinyoung was a wild animal that finally had you cornered.

“Jinyoung, I know you, this isn’t what you – ”

“Tell me, Y/N…” Jinyoung said, moving in closer to you, within arm’s length. “…if the Jedi are so pure and wholesome…” he was now face to face with you, his eyes searing into your own as if daring you to look away. “…then why did they take us away from our families?” he asked, his brow slightly furrowing as he moved his face even close to yours.

You could feel his breath on your face and you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms, protect him from his own mind, and never let him go.

But you couldn’t move. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t will yourself to move any muscle in your body. You frantically looked down at your arms and legs, but were still unable to move at all.

“Jinyoung, what are you doing to – ” you stopped yourself this time as you croaked, your voice betraying you as fear poured out of your heart.

“If they’re so good, why did the take away our ability to be human…” Jinyoung continued, his voice now a deadly whisper. Jinyoung leaned closer until his forehead was touching yours. You looked at him but his eyes were now closed. It was only then that you realized there were tears streaming down his face. “…why did they take away our ability to love?” he stated, his voice barely audible as he breathed heavily.

You closed your own eyes and once again tried everything you could to move, but Jinyoung was far more powerful than you and while that once may have been something to laugh at during training, you were now acutely aware of his every movement.

You watched as another tear fell down Jinyoung’s cheek. You could feel his hand tightly gripping your wrist, and you could feel his lips ghosting over yours. You used every ounce of your strength to try to break free from the invisible hold that he had you in, but it was no use.

He was simply stronger.

After what seemed like eternity, but must have only been seconds, Jinyoung lifted his had from your wrist and took a few steps back. You were still unable to move, but you watched him with sadness as tears began to fall from your own eyes.

“Jinyoung, don’t do this, please. I can help you, we can work together,” you pleaded. Your voice shook and cracked but you didn’t care. You just wanted Jinyoung back. Your Jinyoung.

But Jinyoung simply turned to you and gave you a look of what could only be classified as pity.

“You just don’t understand, Y/N. The Jedi are weak. They’re never going to win. Maybe one day you’ll be able to see the truth. I hope you do…” Jinyoung said, shaking his head. “…for your sake.”

You watched as he turned towards the door. You screamed his name and begged for him to come back to you, but he simply ignored your pleas. Once the door slammed behind him, you fell to the ground, his hold over you breaking. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back down, your sobs echoing in the room as you curled up into the space between the wall and the desk.

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 2) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “EMo Inlet Beach”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Summary: This is just some fluffy ass bullshit of them getting to know each other more. *shrugs*

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

You woke up, wrapped up in the blanket from the night before, your hood from your sweatshirt pulled over your head, and the warm, morning sun beginning to beat down on your face. You rubbed the sleep out of the corners of your eyes and glanced at the empty bottle of wine on the ground and the two glasses, with nothing more than red wine stains around the bottom, sitting on the coffee table. Dylan was no where to be found.

You hadn’t heard him get up and you wondered if he had gotten uncomfortable as the night went on and the two of you sat out on the deck alone, drinking and talking and dozing off together on the couch. You sighed and threw your legs over the edge of the couch, ruffled your hair so that it would look presentable, and grabbed the blanket, bottle and glasses.

Dylan, sitting at your dining room table, looked up from his phone when he heard a sliding door open behind him. “Morning….” He felt guilty about leaving you out on the deck, but when he woke up, a half hour before, he couldn’t seem to quiet his thoughts. Britt would be so pissed if she saw me doing this. At least, I’d be pissed if I saw Britt doing this. I can’t believe I’m out here, drinking, flirting, and sleeping with a girl that Julia went to college with. I have no idea what to say to her when she wakes up. I have no idea why I decided to come out here in the first place last night…. Yes, I do. She’s really pretty and sweet and funny and nice to talk to. Oh fuck… fuck… I have to get out of here. So he fled from the couch before you woke up.

“You the only one awake?” You whispered, placing the bottle and glasses in the sink, and glancing over at Dylan. He nodded and stared back at you, his chocolate brown hair was slightly matted on the side, but he was still incredibly handsome. “Have you seen Trixie?” Dylan finally smiled and nodded at you again. Suddenly, you heard a collar jangling under the table. You bent over, glancing between the brown leather chairs, and saw the dog pushing her soft black body into Dylan’s long fingers. You snickered quietly and smiled back at Dylan. “Well, I think she loves you more than me now.”

Dylan smiled a little more confidently and shook his head. “I’m sure that’s not true, I’m just holding her collar so she can’t love anyone else but me….”

You laughed at his dry delivery and then covered your mouth so as not to wake up any of the sleeping bodies around you. Dylan let go of Trixie and she trotted over to her owner. You rubbed behind her ears and kissed her on the top of the head. Your smile took over your whole face as you looked down lovingly at your dog. “Do you wanna go for a walk, Trickle?” You said, your eyes widening in amusement as the black dog’s tail began wagging wildly. You glanced up at Dylan and smiled softly. “Do you want to come take her on a walk with me?”

Dylan nodded and stood up from the table, shoving his phone in his pocket, and followed the beautiful y/h/c and sweet gray dog towards the front door, avoiding all of the sleeping people scattered throughout the house. He watched as you slipped your shoes on by the front door, and crouched down to latch the vibrant red leash to Trixie’s collar. He opened the door and watched as you exhaled deeply at the sudden heat coming through the screen door. You pulled the navy blue sweatshirt that you had on over your head, pulling at the tank top that you had on underneath up over your stomach. Dylan tried not to stare at the bits of skin that were suddenly being revealed to him, but he couldn’t help himself.

“You okay?” You asked, smirking as you caught him staring.

Dylan nodded and opened the screen door. “Ladies first…” He watched as you and Trixie walked out the door and he shook his head, embarrassed that he had been caught.

The anxiety that came with the thought that he had made a fool of himself had Dylan scratching his fingers against the square bulge in his pants pocket that held his pack of cigarettes. He wanted the easy fix and relaxation that came with the simple inhale of tobacco. He walked silently next to you for a few minutes, listening to the short whistles and clicks that you made to keep Trixie from wandering into the bushes or pulling on the leash.

You watched as he rubbed his long fingers against his cheek and chin, a nervous tick that you recognized. It caused one of your own nervous ticks to come out, and you began twirling the skinny silver ring around your middle finger. Dylan glanced over and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, feeling more comfortable that you were nervous too.

“So, Julia said you were in Vietnam…” Dylan broke the silence and glanced over at you, who smiled at the sound of his voice, finally killing the awkward tension.

You nodded and perked your head up to look at him. “I was in Laos, Cambodia and Thailand for about two months, then I was in Vietnam for about a week but I had to come home early. I was supposed to be there for about a month.”

“That’s incredible. I’ve only seen pictures of those places and they’re beautiful. What were you there for? Work?” Dylan asked, rubbing his fingers into his growing beard.

You shook your head and followed Trixie around a corner, walking down the street towards the beach. “No, I work as a part-time paralegal when I’m actually here in New York. But, uh, I've been traveling a lot in the past year so, I haven't actually nailed down a ‘real’ job."

"What is the 'real job' that you want?" Dylan asked, as you leaned over into the grass to get the gift that Trixie had just left behind.

You tied the baggy up and tossed it in a neighbors trashcan, and continued walking towards the beach at the end of the road. "Teacher, I guess... or at least that's what I thought, but the idea of going back to school to get my Master's basically gives me a panic attack... that might be part of why I've been avoiding all of that with my traveling."

"I didn't love school too much either.."

“Julia said you almost went to Syracuse for journalism or something?"

"Broadcasting." Dylan corrected, watching you take Trixie off the leash when you stepped onto the wet sand.

"Right.. for the Mets?" You grinned. You and Julia used to watch the late parts of the seasons of Mets and Yankees games and yell at each other over which team was better.

"Hell yea. LGM, all day, baby." Dylan smiled wide, and you laughed.

You laughed and shook your head. "So, what about work for you? Are you working on anything while you're out here?" You asked, not wanting him to ask you where your New York baseball loyalties fell.

Dylan sat down in the drier sand up the beach next to you and shook his head, while rubbing his hands together to get the sand off. "No. I just needed a change of pace.. a vacation. I was thinking about taking some projects in New York though. I miss it out here. L.A. can be really superficial and just hard to be in for long periods of time. I love walking around New York too... It’s home, even if I’ve technically lived in California longer. Plus, basically, ninety percent of the time, I can go completely unseen in the city, and don't get me wrong, I love my fans and I love talking to them, but it's also nice being-"

"Anonymous?" You finished his thought.

Dylan nodded and pursed his lips. Trixie ran up to the two of you with a stick in her mouth and dropped it at your feet. You threw it and it barely landed in the water. You were a little embarrassed at how bad of a throwing arm you had. Trixie brought it back and left it at your feet again. "Can I?" Dylan asked and you nodded vigorously, not interested in making yourself look like an idiot again. He chucked the stick and it landed far into the water. The dog went racing off after it. You were impressed by his strength and aim. "How come you had to cut your trip short?"

"Hmm?" You hummed, daydreaming about what else he could do with his muscles.

"You said you had to come home from Vietnam early..."

"Oh, yea, uh.. My grandmother got sick, and I am pretty close with her and I have the most flexible schedule of anyone in my family so I came home."

Dylan's face frowned and he ignored the wet, black dog standing in front of him waiting for him to throw the stick again. "Is she okay?"

You smiled, picked up the stick and tossed it like a frisbee. The aim was even worse and even Trixie looked embarrassed for you. You chuckled at yourself and turned to Dylan. "She's a handful, but she's fine. She had passed out in a parking lot after trying to get her iPad fixed." You snickered and shook your head. "And it turned out she had a heart thing, that they still aren’t sure what it was and she couldn't, and frankly still isn't allowed to, drive anywhere, so I was driving her everywhere and taking her to all of these doctor's appointments and, yea. She's fine... just very sassy and sick of me hovering, I think." You laughed again and pushed your heel into the warm sand in front of you.

"She sounds tough, and you're kind of sassy, so I see where you get it all from." Dylan flashed a quick, but killer smile at you, then quickly changed the subject from his flirty comment. "You said you were housesitting, so do you not live with your parents here?"

You laughed uncomfortably. "You're getting all the deep stories from me this morning."

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

You shook your head and watched as he tossed the stick even further out into the water. "It's okay, you didn't know." You smiled genuinely and put Dylan back at ease. "My Dad lives here full-time with his... girlfriend, I guess. My Mom, umm, recently moved back to Kansas, where she's from, after their divorce finalized, cause you know, New York is expensive.. so I live with my older sister and her fiancé in Kew Gardens.. in Queens... I mean, at least when I'm here, I do." You shrugged and dug your feet further into the warming sand.

"I'm sorry about your parents.... that's just, the roughest." Dylan felt bad for making you talk about something uncomfortable.

"It's fine. It is what it is, you know?" Dylan nodded and stared at your feet. "What about your parents? How are they doing? I only met them, like twice, I think, but they were really nice."

Dylan smiled and nodded. "They're doing good. I think they miss having me on the West Coast, and it kind of sucks but the week that they're coming out here to visit Jules and I, I'm only going to be here a few of the days because I have work stuff back in California. But yea, they're good."

"What kind of work stuff?" You asked, cocking your head to the side and watching him trace his long fingers in an infinity symbol in the sand between the two of you.

"I have to do San Diego Comic Con for Teen Wolf... although, that's supposed to be a huge secret so..." You covered your mouth with your hands, indicating that his secret was safe with you, and he smiled. "Then I have the first little bit of American Assassin press to do, but then I should be back out here until the middle of August."

You grinned and stared at your clammy hands. You had watched the trailer for American Assassin probably fifty times when it had come out in April because it looked amazing and Dylan looked very grown up and sexy, and you would never admit that out loud but it was suddenly all you could think about. "Sounds like a fun summer.."

"It could be.. If I knew what to do around here. It's different from when I came as a kid." Dylan admitted, as you both began walking back to the house, him now holding Trixie's leash.

"I mean, there is tons.. I could always show you around or give you recommendations, either here or in the city... if you wanted."

Dylan nodded and smiled. "That'd be amazing actually. I’m pretty much stuck out here by myself during the week when Jules and my friends from when I was a kid are at work in the City."

You walked up the stairs and opened the door. People had begun to wake up and walk around the house, mostly seeking water or a phone charger. You spotted Julia and Collette sitting on the couch and waving at you and Dylan as you walked back in. You turned around and watched as Dylan unhooked Trixie's leash. "Um, here, give me your phone."

Dylan looked a little surprised, but fished his phone out of his pocket nonetheless and handed it to you. You typed on it quickly and handed it back. He looked at it and then looked up at you. "Your number?"

"For when you want to hang out and not be stuck at the house by yourself all day." You smiled and Dylan smiled back, clutching his phone in his large, sinewy hands.

"I'll call you."

"I look forward to it." You grinned and blushed back.

"Dyl, you ready to go?" Julia shouted from across the room.

Dylan nodded and looked back at you. "I'll see you."

You nodded and smiled and watched him walk out the door followed by Julia, Collette, their other friends.

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The Joker x Reader “Middle Life Crisis”

Your daughter came back from school today, having some question after the anatomy class. You are not home yet so The Joker is the only one around that can satisfy Emma’s curiosity. He doesn’t want to, yet we all have to deal with our share of unpleasant things. Including his majesty The King of Gotham.

“Daaadyyyy, are you home?” Emma shouts, placing her backpack on the couch in the living room.

“Office!” J announces and she heads upstairs, impatient to talk to him.

“Hi, daddy,” she smiles, entering the room. J is at the desk, typing on his laptop: a list of reasons on why he didn’t kill Batsy yet.

“Hey Pumpkin; how was school?” he asks, absorbed by his writing.

“School was good. The anatomy class was interesting, we talked about the male and female reproductive system again, plus…”

“Say what?!” he stops typing, confused, watching Emma drag a chair and take a sit by him.

“…Plus,” she continues, “we talked a bit about sex. I mean, I heard about it before and stuff, but I want to know more. ”

“What?!” The Joker manages to utter, his eyes getting big. He reaches for his coffee but he gives up since he can’t concentrate and his mind is all over the place for the moment.

She is staring at him, waiting for a reply and The King of Gotham doesn’t remember the last time he didn’t want to make a sound. “Where’s your mom?” J mutters, wanting to switch the topic.

“She’s not home yet,” your daughter bounces her legs, excited to hear an answer.

“Ask her about that stuff when she comes back, allright?” he gets out of it, already having enough on the subject.

“It’s fine; you can tell me too, daddy,” she insists and J takes a deep breath, wondering how come you’re not home yet. Why does he have to deal with this?!

The Joker passes his fingers through his neon green locks, hums something not very sweet to himself, preparing for the inevitable: “Well…you see, kiddo, when I man loves a woman…” and he slides the platinum bracelets up his wrists, then pulls on his gold chains, cracking his neck in the process.

“Do you love mom?” Emma suddenly asks, interested in his reply.

“Pfftt, no!” he scoffs, taking a sip of coffee.

This conversation is taking even a worse turn than expected.

“You’re lying, daddy,” she points out. “Mommy says than your eyes get darker when you lie.”

“Your mom doesn’t know anything,” J sucks on his teeth, completely busted.

“Do you love me then?”

“No!”

“You’re lying, dad,” she jumps off her chair and hops in his lap, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, so now I’m dad ?!” J pouts, giving her a sassy gaze.

“Daaaaadddddyyyy,” Emma drags the word, hugging him tight.

“That’s better,” The Joker agrees to the little correction, trying to seem as insensitive as possible, but he gives in and hugs her back.

“When can I get boyfriend, daddy? I’m almost 12,” your daughter plays with his diamond earring and J’s heart stops.

“Never!!!” he grouchily cuts her off.

What the hell is going on today?!

“You don’t need a boyfriend, they’re useless!!” the speech goes on and Emma has a great comeback because you know, she’s your kid:

“But…you’re mom’s boyfriend, daddy. Does it mean you’re useless?”

The Joker stops breathing, his left eye twitching to the point of bursting out of his head.

“ I.AM.THE.JOKER !!!!! I am the best thing that ever happened to your mother!!!!!”

“Don’t get mad, daddy; I don’t like it when you get mad,” Emma kisses his cheek a few times again, calming down her father’s outburst. He exhales, huffing:

“You know, kiddo, a lot of women would like to be in your mother’s place,” J explains, fully believing in his own statement.

“Then…how comes she is the only one around?”

His mouth opens, the silver smirk he had slowly disappearing. “Listen here, Pumpkin!!” he raises his voice and your daughter knows how to avoid more catastrophe. (Because she’s learned from the best: you.)

“Don’t get mad daddy, I really don’t like it!” and she fakely whimpers for a few a seconds, prompting the irritated parent to take it down a notch.

“You and your mom are the same: teaming up against the only guy in the family,” he snarls but yanks at her waist to bring her closer to him.

She suddenly snickers, the fake cry melting away because the little strategy worked so no need for it anymore.

“But no boyfriend, got it? We will buy you a private island and you will live there alone. Your mom and I will drop by every week to see you and to bring supplies. And this is the end of it !!!!” J really wants to clear that up.

Emma smiles because she is used to her father’s quirky ideas; you always call them “aberrations” and your daughter forgets what that means but it sounds hilarious.

“Ok, daddy,” she lifts her shoulders up, agreeing to something she is aware won’t happen…hopefully…

“Pumpkin, don’t you have homework to do?!” J attempts to distract her from asking further questions.

“Oh, I do,” she remembers. “Lots of it!”

“Well then, go do your homework!” The Joker eagerly encourages his offspring, hoping she is taking the bait.

“Ok, daddy. Can I go do my homework with Aria?” (That’s Frost’s daughter, a year older than yours).

“Yeah, sure, go ahead!” J rushes her, wanting to get rid of the young pest, excited she was easily distracted. Your boyfriend has to thank himself for passing along this trait, since …you know, he gets easily distracted also.

“Thank you, you’re awesome!” she enthusiastically screams, kissing his cheek one last time before taking of.

“Don’t stay there all day!” he shouts after her and she answers before grabbing the backpack and stepping in the elevator.

“Yes, daddy!”

Emma doesn’t have to go too far: Frost has an apartment in the same building, 18th floor.

Thank God! J rolls his eyes, relieved the nightmare is over. 20 minutes pass and…

“Baby, I’m home!” you let him know and he is soooooo quick to get downstairs.

“FINALLY, Princess, what took you so long?!” he grumbles, sulking and dragging you after him in the master bedroom. “You won’t believe what happened!”

“What happened?” you demand to find out.

You get pushed on the bed and he crawls on top of you, hiding his face in your neck. He always does that when he wants special attention.

“She asked about sex,” J mumbles under his breath, getting worked up about it.

You snort and begin to caress his hair, going down his back, which is part of the special attention routine—you just know what he likes and needs.

“What did you say?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” he sighs, smelling your perfume.

“That horrible?” you cut him some slack.

“Yeeaaah.”

“Awwww, my poor baby,” you peck his shoulder and he nuzzles in your neck even more.

“That’s my little girl,” he growls, underlining the real issue.

“She’s growing up, J , nothing we can do about it…” you remorsefully conclude too.

“I think…I think I’m having a middle life crisis, Kitten. I feel very old today…”

So dramatic, but you understand the problem.

“That can’t be, babe. A middle life crisis at the ripe age of 42 ? I doubt it… Most likely a slight panic attack.”

“I don’t panic,” The Joker slaps your side, savoring being pampered.

You bite on your lip, barely containing a smartass remark.

“A-ha, ne-ver…not even as the owner of those 5 wrinkles you have,” you tease him which makes J touch his face in a hurry.

“Where?!”

“Around the eyes, it’s ok…They are blue enough to distract so that no one will ever notice. Unless you get older and older…and you get more and more wrinkles…”

“Shut up!” he lifts his head up to look at you.

“I’m joking,” you giggle and take a different turn. “You are surely, undoubtedly and indisputably handsome, gorgeous and beautiful.”

“Go on…” he narrows his eyes, liking all the praising.

“You have a nice ass.”

“I do,” J grins and kisses you.

“And awesome abs, soft skin…”

“Go on, Princess. Flattery will get you everywhere…” he purrs and get even more comfortable on top of you.

“Your wrinkles are really not that bad,” you start laughing when J bites your chin, annoyed.

“Zip it!”

You look him in the eyes and he knows why: you still want a short briefing on the conversation he had with Emma.

“She asked me when she will be able to get a boyfriend.”

“And?”

“I said never!! Nobody is going to lay their filthy hands on my Pumpkin!!”

“Umm, your filthy hands are all over me now. What’s the difference?” you taunt and he shows you his fingers, vexed you are making fun of his ordeal.

“My hands are clean, see?” and he sneaks them under your shirt again, feeling you up.

“And what did you answer on the sex part? What do you know on the subject, hm?” you wink at him, amused.

“I know enough to get by, “ The Joker arches his back so you can take his gold chains off.

“You do get by…” you laugh and start unbuttoning his white shirt.

“Allow me to demonstrate,” J offers, dying to display his skills.

This is also part of his special attention routine.

Definitely required after he barely managed to avoid a middle life crisis today.

Nothing that can be done about the wrinkles though…