#saw a problem with that. and then boom he comes back and he's this awful guy. who controlled their entire lives and wants dean to kill his

[xovalentinewritesxo]

Care [Miguel O'hara]

✿ - You assumed no one cared about you anymore after losing your universe, turns out, the person that did was right beside you.

✿ -Light Angst and comfort.

✿ - 1k words!

A/N: Heres my second fic for the day/night! It's a little thing I wrote a while ago but never go around finishing it, but now that I have a blog here ya go!

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“I’m going to have to tell Alexander to keep her Universe under control!!”

You yell out as you swing through the city chasing after the Doc Oct that escaped from Earth-229. 

You are one of the many SpiderWomen that are a part of the Spider Society. You’ve been a part of the society since it’s beginning, being a close friend of Miguel’s.

You had him to think for you being here.

Speaking of which, You zip past him, determined to get the Doc Oc and return them back to their universe. You were alongside Miguel when you noticed something being hurdled in his direction.

Without a second thought, you swung up and shoved him out of the way, taking the brunt of the hit and was sent flying, last thing you saw was Miguel’s concerned face and him shouting your name.

Before you knew of anomalies or anything strange like that, you were just your friendly neighborhood spiderman, going about your days spending time with your family, fighting crime and enjoying life. That was until one day..

It was all just suddenly ripped away.

You can remember it like it was yesterday, you were fighting this Green Goblin that looked a little weird, like he didn't belong in your city. Then boom, your universe started looking like a glitched out computer screen, you remember the screaming, the crying as your universe evaporated around you.

Last thing you remembered was Miguel running with you in his arms, he was cursing in spanish to himself as he opened a portal and brought you back to the Spider society HQ.

And just like that, you were alone.

It changed you. 

You weren’t the same person anymore. After seeing your universe collapse in front of you, it was like a slap to your face. All your friends, family and things were all gone and you were forced to start all over.

You had Miguel by your side, who explained that it wasn’t your fault, that everything that happened to you was a canon event, that it was something that was going to happen, that you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.

That didn’t stop you from crying nonstop, some nights were better than others. But as you stayed with Miguel, you would wake up with vivid nightmares, seeing the images of your friends evaporating in front of your eyes.

It was hard, and Miguel was there, but you knew you couldn’t depend on him always.

You felt like a burden whenever you woke him up in the middle of the night after having a bad dream, following him around because you didn’t really know anyone else in the spider society and you were afraid of making new friends in fear of losing them again.

It causes you to get in your own head. You started to doubt yourself. 

You started thinking of yourself as a problem, you felt like an outsider as you couldn’t go home like everyone else. You thought everyone was annoyed by you being around 24/7. You would feel awful whenever you would go to Miguel in his office when he was busy or stressed from a mission gone wrong. 

He would yell at you, tell you to get out and find somewhere else to go, but then immediately took it back when he saw the hurt look on your face. 

You often get reckless on missions, risking your life for others who had places to return to when the day was over. And that tended to get you scolded by Miguel.

But did you care? Not really.

You saw it as trading your life for someone who deserved to live on, you saw yourself as a burden and you saw what you did as good.

But apparently someone didn’t appreciate it, and he would make it very clear.

“Y/N”

You didn’t have time to react before you were slammed into a building by a large piece of debris, you felt yourself go through several walls before landing on your back and falling forward, landing with a thud.

You groaned as you tried to move but your back felt awful. Your vision was blurry as you made out a figure coming into the hole that you were knocked through and running up to you.

“Dios, por favor déjala estar bien…por favor..”

It was Miguel and you heard his footsteps land near you and you felt him pick you up and cradle you in his arms. 

“Idiot..what did i tell you about doing foolish stunts like that!?” He yelled as he held you, assessing your injuries. Your spider suit was torn in several places and he could see a deep gash on your back. He curses as he opened a portal and walked through with you in it. 

The two of you entered the apartment that you shared together and he placed you down on the bed, not caring that your blood was getting on his sheets. You watched as he moved around and you were about to speak but was cut off.

“Migu-”

“¡Callarse la boca! (Shut Up!) Why do you still do this!?” He yelled as he prepared bandages and medicine for you. His back was turned to you as he was yelling and you frowned.

“Do what?..”

“No juegues estúpido. (Don’t play stupid) You know what I mean. Why do you continue to risk your life out there like you have nothing to go home to.”

You look at him as you slowly sit up, being careful not to make your injury even worse. You avert your gaze as you feel him turn around to look at you.

“You know why Miguel..everyone else has something to live for..a home..I don’t have one.” You answer softly. You then jump as in a blink of an eye he grabs your shoulders, being mindful of your injuries but still gripping tightly.

“¡Cállate!(Be Quiet!), Do you not understand how much that hurts me when you say that?! I am your home! You have me! Am I not enough for you!?”

His words hit deep and you stare blankly at him before you feel tears well up in your eyes before they eventually spill over. Your quiet cries evolve into sobs as he gently pulls you into his chest, allowing you to cry.

He cant rub your back due to your injury, but he reaches up to pet your head as you cry. He soothes your cries, rocking slightly.

“I’m here for you, Y/n..don’t you ever forget that, you’re never alone. Not anymore.” He says gently as he maneuvers so he is sitting on the bed and you’re in his lap. He cradles you gentle as he looks down at you.

In his arms, you realized that you weren’t alone.

And you definitely have someone who cares.

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[aphroditesmoon]

Gwen x Gen neutral (fem) reader?? 👉👈 where reader is also a spider-person and Miguel introduces them to the others and it's basically like a love in first sight thing? maybe? reader's spider powers is up to you of course!! ^^

mirrored hearts

gwen stacy x afab!reader(gn)

summary: gwen has never met anyone like you before.

warnings: cursing, miguel being tired, made up multiverse(?), reader is inspired by trinity from the matrix.

a/n: such a cute req, hope this is to your liking!!

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WHEN MIGUEL O'HARA first met you, he saw in your eyes the kind of look he once had. An unbridled rage, towards the world, or towards yourself, he couldn't tell. But he did know that the anger, if untrained, could destroy you.

It is the year 80077, an anomaly has been seen in your universe, an additional problem to your already dangerous world. Spot, as you've identified, is not human, at least not anymore. Living in a world ruled by artifical intelligence with only 0.8% of trueborn humans existing, you aren't exactly bothered anymore with non human villains.

But 4 years since you became the remaiming human population's Spider-droid, you've yet to be met with one like him.

You would've caught him, of course, if you weren't distracted by a random multiverse hooe opening itself up in the middle of the underground wiring lab. The stupidly large looking spider-man did not hesitate to fling a badly designed watch towards you after a 15 minutes argument between the two of you gave Spot time to enter another spiderverse.

You would've flung the watch back at his face out of spite if you weren't curious to know where the road might lead you.

"That rebellious streak you have is going to end up costing you your life, you know?" The spider-man tells you after you're done insulting and cursing his whole family line. "I should hope so, because the only way I'll go down is with my head up high."

He rolls his eyes, muttering a 'cliche ass' under his breath before the two of you appear in the large headquarters.

You ignore the rapid spider-people around you, not wanting to betray your awe in front of Miguel. When another door opens for him, a much quieter space reveals itself to you.

"I don't like half of people we're about to meet either but I'll expect you to refrain insulting any of them in more than two languages, the only reason we're all here us because the fate of the mul-" "-multiverse depends on us, yeah I got that in the first 10 speeches you manage to give on our 1 minutes ride." You're pleased with the tired sigh leaving him.

You could see a few teenagers hanging around Miguel's desk, but what caught your attention was the dark skinned pregnant women making her way straight to him. "You should've called for backup." Her voice booms as she nears you both.

"Didn't need to, I had her." He says simply, nudging his head towards you before flinging himself upwards to his table. "Who the fuck opened dress up games on my tab?" You hear him yell, eyes directly at a man with a baby strapped to his chest.

You take a quick look at all of them before zeroing down on the girl, your eyes connected, and you sensed she was either uncomfortable or afraid of how your eyes are squinting on her. "Spider-droid, is what most people call me." You say, eyes still directly on her. "Droid? As in robots?" The big eyed looking teenager next to her asks.

"-And, who is she exactly?" The afro haired women ask, eyeing you up and down. A small crowd then began to form in front of you, Miguel then, finally has the curtesy to come back down in between you and the spider-people. "A spider-person. He responds with a sarcastic air in his tone, making the blonde with pink strands scoff aloud.

"Do you like, fight robots?" Miguel snorts at him, and you glared at Miguel. "Depends, most of my populations are robots, rather than trueborn humans."

The blonde opens her mouth to ask a question you already knew coming, you cut her off before she speaks. "I would be considered, a full human, if it werent for-" You wave your steel made left arm up, flexing the fingers, earning a few gasps and hums of understanding. "-this."

The silence came then, even Miguel seemed to be suprised, not taking notice of your arm before. "I-" She starts. You raise your brows at her. "I'm Gwen." You laughed, a short but unhelpable laugh. "Nice to meet you, Gwen." That has seemsed to snap Miguel out of his subconscious. It seems that man is allergic to social interaction that is anything but necessary.

"We can't let you go back for a while, I'll have your unierse supervised for any signs of Spot returning, but I have a feeling I know where he's going next, and I want you in." Your eyes snap at him and he gives you a look that challenged you to deny him. So you say nothing.

"Good. Penni, I want you to show her to the weaponary room, see if she can attach anything to that steel arm of hers, it'd be useful." Penni, who you just noticed exist, smiled widely, and you notice her gigantic robot-pet looking friend.

Before eitner of you moved, Gwen speaks up. "I can take her, I-uh, I need a new...new-uh, gun?" Miguel's eyes widen as he asks, "New gun? You need a new gun?" His voice in utter disbelief. "For backup, its handy-" She defends himself, resulting in him just waving her off, eyes shut in frustration. "Oh for fu- fine, whatever." He leaves in a split second away from you all.

Gwen and you watched him fly himself up his table before finally looking back at eachother. She's staring at you the same way as before, mouth open, confused.

You raised a brow in question and she just looks more confused. "Gwen." You speak. "Yeah?" "Will you take me to the weaponry room now, I don't bite, I promise."

Her mouth shuts close, and she lets out a wide eyed nervous laugh, shaking her head. "Right, the weaponry! I definitely um, remember, where it is!" She says, moving to walk in front of you as you follow her steps closely.

Your pace quickens until you're next to her, you notice she seema more relaxed than a minute ago. You were used to fear, and cautionary. You were raised by those standards. When your parents had died of mercury poisoning, you've taken their place in a fast succeeding company of scientific research at the age of 15, only a spider-droid for a year before the occurance.

All the tragedies that has happened to you, all to lead you here, in a building full of people who are just like you, yet nothing like you. When Miguel had told you of this, you almost tamed some hope of finding kindred spirits, but time and time again, you fall back into the hands of fear, and cautionary.

"We're here." She squeaked, making you flinch out if your daydream. "You gonna get your gun?" You ask jokingly. Gwen lets out a short laugh. "No, I don't think so. But um, I'll show you in." She offers, walking you in the guns and shooters section, the bulletproof suit vests' right next to it.

"I already have lasers, I don't think I'll be needing a gun either, or anything Miguel thinks can make me better." You explain, looking around the room. You see Gwen nods her head, eyeing your arm. "Well, If you want to take a shower instead, you can use a room im staying in here. How do you shower with that?" She asks. You give her a small smile, putting down a revolver you've been holding, back down to its place before turning to leave the room. "I take it off."

She was silent for a while, until you hear her mumble "Goddamn." As she walks behind you.

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara x reader

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Yandere Brotherhood (X men Evolution) and preteen fem reader who has Prehensile Hair and can talk to animals and is being fostered by Mystic.

Oooo, yes, more Brotherhood! I can do that, but I keep the Reader gender-neutral, or as the Reader's gender (which means for each Reader, it is whatever they are). Cool mutation idea! Let's try this out:

Your new guardian was pretty weird.

Not just because she was a mutant and a principal (and maybe evil?).

She had other kids at the Brotherhood home, and so far-

There wasn't anyone your age.

Your powers were pretty cool, with prehensile hair, in the shape of tentacles, that curled and grew long, wriggling when you were uncomfortable or curious. Your other power was even cooler, being able to talk with animals, and have them understand you.

It meant you made a lot of friends amongst the natural world...

But it also meant you earned quite the interest from the older teens.

You're looking at a little frog, who's wandered close by after the rain, and are approached by Toad, or Todd, as you try to call him.

"Yo, little teen, what's up?" he asks, squatting next to you in the grass. His tongue flicks out for a second, snatching a mosquito.

"Nothing much. Ribbit-Croak-Plip-The-Third here says he's never seen an amphibian as big as you. Yeah, I know, little guy, he pretty cool. Did ya want to say hi?" You pick the frog up, gently holding it so it can look at Todd. "See? He's kinda like you!"

"It- he... can understand you? And you understand him?" Toad asks, scratching at his hair.

"Yep! And he says he would like to be your friend!"

"That's... That's pretty cool. You're cool, little frog man," he replies, and taps his knuckle against the frog.

"He said you're cool... Okay! Ribbit-Croak-Plip says you're cool, too, and that he knows where some good worms are. If you want, he can show you," you translate.

And that's how you helped Toad and your frog friend make a new friend.

Lance and Fred learn you can lift things with your hair- tentacles- hair-tacles, when you're trying to cook dinner one night.

Two thick strands hold up the mixing bowl as three thinner ones add in herbs, milk, and creamy chicken soup. A few longer pieces are setting up the pan with rice, while the rest dice up the chicken meat. It's busy, enough so that you don't notice them come in right away.

"And that's what Toad said he heard from- Woah! Your hair's moving!" Fred exclaims, and you turn to look at him, as well as Lance, who'd he been talking with. You wave at them, as well as one your hair-tacles.

Lance's face turns pale, then a little green. "I... um. I think I might need to sit down a minute," he mumbles, plopping down into a chair by the chipped table. Fred only comes closer, looking at them and the ingredients.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"Chicken and rice casserole."

"Does it taste good?"

"Mhm..."

"... May I touch one of your... thing-a-ma-jigs?"

"Sure," you say, turning back to the bowl, now being filled with the diced chicken, the now-free strands opening up the oven as you pour the mixture into the pan. You feel a light touch on one of the tentacles, gentle and shaking. With a quick curl, it bumps the hand. "Boom, hair bump," you chirp, adding in some rice and stirring it into the mix, and once it's settled in the pan, you pop it into the oven.

"So... it's not snakes?" Lance asks weakly.

"No... It's like a little octopus," Fred says in quiet awe, bopping another one with a finger, earning a small bop back.

"Oh... So... An Ursula version of Medusa?" Lance says, then looks at the nearest tentacle. It boops him on the nose, then ruffles his hair. "Hey, leave the hair alone!" That only gets a giggle out of you as you wait for the casserole to cook.

Pietro isn't much issue, and neither is Wanda, both accepting g it without much problem, especially once you gift them a kitten, one who happily purrs the moment you plop it into their hands.

"This is Potter, they love people, they're an orphan, and they saw you, Wanda, and wanted to know if she needed a mouse catcher and loyal guardian. They also saw Pietro and said he'd like to nap on him, that he vibrated and so he must purr so much and be happy," you babble, stroking its small head with slow ministrations.

"... I will guard them with my life," Wanda says firmly, petting the kitten as it only purrs louder.

"... And I guess we could use a mouser. But it's not sleeping with me!" Pietro mutters.

(The kitten ended up sleeping with him, and would do so every night after, never being kicked out no matter how much Pietro acted mad) (He wasn't, the kitten, Potter, said it was cooed over and cuddled and given so many kisses that they couldn't help but give the purring mutant and the powerful guardian all the kisses it could give)

Mystique didn't cause as much mischief when you were part of a mission, but that didn't stop her from setting you up in odd situations.

"Why do I have to pretend to be your child?" you asked, looking up at the currently-disguised mutant.

"Because, my dear, it is imperative we catch Xavier while his guard is down," she practically purrs, then pulls you into a hug. "Now, let's try to get closer; I think I see our opening."

The two of you walked around the park, enjoying the pond and nature around you, even getting ice cream together. It was the perfect act, enough to let you two spy on the X-Men's older leader/guardian (it wasn't an act for Mystique, she just wanted to spend time with you and show you off to Charles).

It was pretty nice, overall, being with the Brotherhood.

You just had to keep away from the X-Teens, or otherwise you ended up grounded.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere mystique #platonic yandere lance alvers #platonic yandere blob #platonic yandere pietro maximoff #platonic yandere wanda maximoff #platonic yandere toad #platonic yandere fred dukes #platonic yandere quicksilver #platonic yandere scarlet witch #platonic yandere avalanche #platonic yandere Brotherhood

[imawkwardlysoc]

quarter life crisis

Song- 30/90 from tick... tick... BOOM!

Pairing- platonic! dagger squad x gn reader; dad!maverick & gn reader (like Mav as a father figure, not in that other way)

Warning(s)- None

Wordcount- 1,183

Summary- Reader's 30th birthday is coming up and they give the gang some shocking news.

C/S- Your callsign

“So C/S, your birthday is coming up right?” Callie asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head in confirmation.

“Oh yeah, you’re turning 30?” Tom asked from the head of the table.

We were having our weekly weekend dinner that we’ve been having since the Uranium mission. They were always held at Ice and Maverick’s house and the food that they cook is always delicious. Sends all of us into a food coma. It was kind of intimidating at first because we’re having dinner with our then captain, now rear admiral, and his husband who’s the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, now retired. After a few dinners, all of us got used to it.

“Yep,” I signed a little while keeping a small smile on my face.

“So, doing anything exciting?” Logan questioned.

“No, just planning on running errands and eating some take out while watching a movie,” I replied, feeling the irritation coming up.

“Come on, it’s the big thirty,” Jake chimed in. “Many changes in your life are coming.”

“Yeah, like me leaving the Navy,” I blurted out.

A cacophony of utensils hitting the plates echoed throughout the room. I felt everyone’s eyes on me when I told them the news.

“You’re what?” Logan was the first one to speak up.

“I’m leaving,” I repeated myself, getting up from my seat. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

Walking out of the dining room, I pushed the sliding door open and closed it behind me. I sat down on the steps of the back patio and looked up at the sky. Twisting a blade of grass between my fingers, I started to think if it was the right thing to tell them. Is it even the right thing for me to leave? I’ve created so many memories with this group. All of us have been through so much shit as a group which created our bond stronger. They’ve been the family that I wished for, now am I abandoning them?

“Hey kiddo,” I saw Maverick sitting next to me.

“Hey,” I looked over at him.

“That was some news ain’t it?” He chuckled.

“News alright,” I chuckled with him.

“Are you sure about it?” Mav asked.

“Sure about what?” I questioned.

“Leaving the Navy,” he clarified. “I mean your fifteen years are almost up, you could head into early retirement.”

“But is that what I want? I spent all of my twenties serving in the Navy. I had relationships that barely lasted three months,” I looked at Mav. “As I get older, there are things that I want more that I’m not able to have because I’m here. Like getting married and having kids and to travel around the world without the risk of death. Do you know how that feels?”

“Oh I know, I felt the same way after Goose died,” he sighed. “All of us get that feeling, it’s normal. It’s just your brain turning on your fight and flight mode. You actually make that decision, not your brain.”

“But if I do and leave, I feel I’m leaving all of you,” I looked at him with tears falling down. “I don’t want to do that. I feel I’m leaving my family behind.”

“Aw hun, come here,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a hug. “You’re not going to leave us behind. We’re always going to be with you every step of the way. No matter how many weddings and kids you have, we’ll be there. We’ll be here forever.”

“That’s not possible, Mav,” I told him.

“Tom is gonna kill me but let me tell you a little secret. Once you reach captain status, they inject you with a serum that makes you live forever,” Mav jokes. “Just ask Cyclone. He’s actually 150.”

I let out a laugh at what Maverick said. Letting out another laugh, I wiped the tears that came down. “Thanks, I needed that.”

“No problem, just take a few days before you make your decision. Everyone will support the decision you make,” Mav placed a kiss on the top of my head.

“Thanks,” I thanked him.

He nodded his head and squeezed my shoulder before heading back to the house. Looking back at the sky, I started to think about my decision.

_______

Walking up the stairs to my apartment after having an intense conversation with Maverick and Cyclone, I reached my floor and saw Phoenix and Bob standing in front of my apartment door.

“What are you doing here?” I asked them.

“We’re taking you out?” Phoenix answered. “It’s your birthday and you’re not going to celebrate it in a depressing way.”

“Guys,” I looked at them while unlocking my door.

“Come on, get dressed and we’re taking you to the Hard Deck in twenty,” Phe told me.

“I have no choice don’t I?” I questioned.

“Nope,” Bob shook his head.

Walking into my room, I quickly grabbed an outfit consisting of denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and a Hawaiian shirt Rooster gave me for Christmas. Sliding on a pair of Vans, I grabbed my things and headed out of my room. Walking out of my room, I grabbed my things and headed out of my apartment with the pilot + wso duo. Getting into Bob’s car, he drove us to the Hard Deck.

Walking through the doors of the Hard Deck, I was met with confetti exploding in my face.

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone cheered.

“There is no way in hell we’re letting you spend your birthday alone,” Mickey said as he walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“Thanks y’all,” I thanked them.

Looking at the bar, I saw all of my family there enjoying the drinks they had in their hands. Tom and Mav were at the bar talking to Penny about things and Mav sent me a smile. I gave him a nod and grabbed myself a drink. Clinking the cup, everyone’s attention was on me.

“First of all, thank you for pulling this off. I love all of you so much and am grateful for you,” I started my speech. “Second of all, I have some news regarding me leaving the Navy.”

I looked at everyone’s reaction. All of them wanted to see what I was going to say.

“A few days ago I announced that I was leaving because of a flight or fight mode my brain gave me,” I paused a little to catch my breath. “After thinking about it for a few days, I decided to stay.”

I let out a laugh as everyone cheered. “But, I’m going to become an instructor since it gives me a slightly more flexible structure.”

“So, are you not flying with us anymore?” Reuben pouted a little.

“I’m still going to fly but not joining you guys on missions unless my help is needed,” I reassured them. “You aren’t getting rid of me soon.”

Soon all of the Dagger Squad ran up to me and hugged me.

“Well, this calls for a celebration!” Javy cheered.

I let out a laugh and celebrated my birthday with my family.

#dagger squad x reader #dagger squad imagine #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #bob floyd x reader #natasha trace x reader #jake seresin x reader #mickey garcia x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #javy machado x reader #pete mitchell x reader #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #javy coyote machado #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun maverick #Spotify

[multifandomfanfic]

James Bond

Paring: Cliff Booth x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, subtle praise kink, oral (m receiving), older guy young girl trope

Summary: Whose idea was it to hire a stunt double as a lead? It was an utterly awful, unfathomable idea. That was, until you got to know this mysterious lead… then, things become so much more.

Word Count: 6.1k

As a child in Los Angeles, all I ever wanted to be was a movie star. There was something endearing about watching people move on television and knowing that every step, twirl, kiss, and line was meticulously planned.

They made it look so natural, as if they came up with it on the fly.

I wished I could be like them. I wanted to accomplish what they could with minimal effort. I desired to be interviewed by a handsome man who would inquire as to how I was able to do what I do. I remember lying on my aunt's hardwood floor as she's the only one in the family with a television. My stomach pressed against the ground, twirling my hair in my fingers as my gaze wandered over the familiar faces dancing across the screen.

Movies are an untapped market that will undoubtedly boom in the coming decades. I wanted to be a part of the revolution. I aspired to be a forerunner. I wanted to be remembered as an influential woman who had a significant impact on cinema for decades after my death.

Now I found myself in the 1970s. An era that will be remembered for its fashion, dances, and phenomenal impact on cinema. Bond movies were at an all-time high, and the stereotype of womanizers was in full swing.

“Cliff Booth?!”

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Cliff Booth?! I tightened my grip on the poor piece of paper, causing it to crinkle under my grip.

“But… he’s a stunt double?!”

“Well ever since he beat up those hippies that broke into Rick Dalton’s house his name has gained quite a bit of traction in Hollywood.”

The director spoke with a country accent that was thicker than tar. He was well-versed in the land of westerns, and I had no doubt that this casting was at least partially his idea.

I scoffed. He was joking, right?

“Oh come on David… he’s a sorry sack of shit and we both know it…”

David took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing it to the floor and crushing it under his boot, twisting the embers into the dry ground.

“Y/N, you know the whole womanizer idea is hot shit right now…”

“There’s thousands of studs in Hollywood, David… Thousands of studs who are also good actors.”

I crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it to the ground below me. Our attention was drawn to the paper ball, which we followed with our eyes until it stood motionless on the dusty ground.

“He better keep his shit together…”

I tried to come across as intimidating by speaking through my teeth and straightening my back. Unfortunately, my efforts were not fruitful, and David saw right through me.

The bright California sun glinted off his blue irises as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in over exaggerated annoyance.

“Y/N… he’s a professional-”

“They say he killed his own wife!”

“I do not give two shits about what my actors do off set!… Frankly, as long as they’re able to give one hundred fifty percent in front of the camera they’re considered gold in my book.”

I rolled my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep from losing my cool.

This was a completely ridiculous idea. Casting a stunt double as an attractive, romantic, womanizer lead was a ludicrous notion.

I swallowed my rage and crossed my arms over my chest, digging my dull nails into my biceps until my brain forced me to stop due to the assault on my nerves. The pain was harsh, but it successfully distracted my mind from the problem at hand for mere moments.

“Look Y/N… you’re young-”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“I never said you were… But I’ve been in this business for longer than you’ve been alive and I assure you I know what I am doing.”

I despised how every man over 30 addressed me as if I were a complete moron who didn't know their right from their left. I wasn't an idiot. I've been in the industry for a few years now, and I make it a point to learn everything I can before diving into something new.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I simply bit back my rage. I couldn't let a single bad decision ruin my chances of making it big.

“Couldn’t you have at least gotten Rick Dalton?... I mean, he’s ancient and practically insignificant nowadays but at least he can act.”

David grimaced. In his youth, he was a big fan of Bounty Law, and hearing me, an inexperienced idiot, bash his favorite actor damaged a very important part of himself.

“Rick Dalton is a cowboy… Not a womanizer… Plus, I’m sure he’s busy.”

“What does Cliff Booth have that the thousands of super talented Hollywood hunks don’t?”

David tilted his head slightly forward.

“He’s an untapped market… people know him as Rick Dalton’s stunt double but if he’s also good as an actor…”

David smirked and nodded devilishly, raising a finger.

“Well… then that’s a conversation piece.”

He dropped his arm, returning it to its original position across his chest.

“Besides… he’s got a look that could make all of us filthy rich.”

I pursed my lips.

“Sure… whatever.”

“Just do the goddamn movie with him. I don't give a shit if you two never speak to each other after we wrap this up but at least act like you’re interested.”

“Well… that is my job.”

David chuckled, a crooked smile forming on his face.

“Cliff will be here soon… Be on your best behavior.”

I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.

“Whatever… I’ll be in my trailer if you need me.”

I said my goodbyes and made my way across the small trailer lot to my new home. Because the cast of this film was small, only a few trailers were required to accompany the small number of cast members.

As usual, the California weather was pleasant. The sun was warm but not oppressive. The gentle breezes that blew through the city were the perfect breath of fresh air in the midst of a hectic day.

The weather here was always perfect.

The sun glistened off the side of my metal trailer, reflecting directly into my eyes and forcing me to cover my face with the back of my hand to protect my retinas from the rays.

As I flung open the door to my trailer, a particularly cool breath of fresh air tousled my hair. I sighed heavily, my chest collapsing.

Let’s hope he doesn’t screw this up.

I mean, who’s idea was it to cast a stunt double as the lead role?

David.

In a temporary fit of rage, I slammed the door shut. A loud bang erupted, shaking the entire trailer.

“I swear if he messes this up for me…”

I clenched my teeth. This was going to be my big break. This movie was going to be a huge hit! A spicy romance film about a womanizer man and a younger girl would undoubtedly make waves in Hollywood, especially with the Bond universe reaching an all time high.

I'd be right in the thick of it. People will be talking about this movie for decades to come. How it was technically incorrect, how it was messed up in so many ways, but they'd go home and watch it anyway. Because it would be impossible to deny that they're tempted.

David made a wise choice in giving me a chance. But a stunt double? He's only good for jumping off horses and trying not to get hurt!

I take a deep breath and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of sweet oxygen filling my lungs. David is not a moron. Cliff will be fine, I'm sure. I couldn't let a minor inconvenience derail my promising career.

“Ugh.”

I groaned, collapsing onto my stiff couch, which provided little comfort in my time of need. The hinges groaned as they suffocated under my weight.

I pressed my cheek against the scratchy fabric, my cheekbone digging into the surface as my face compressed to meld against the couch.

I should rehearse my lines. I should go for a walk. I should do something productive.

I couldn't make myself move from where I was, my front pressed against the rock solid couch. The trailer was poorly insulated, and the interior was musty and sticky. I could see dust particles floating through the air, with not a care in the world.

“Hey Dave, how’s it going?”

Outside my trailer, I heard a man's voice I didn't recognize.

Was he already here?! How long have I been relaxing?

I sat up, clambering to the tiny window on the side of the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of my costar.

I leaned in, my hands on either side of the circular window, my face almost touching the glass. I stared at him as if I'd never seen a man before.

He stood tall on the dusty ground, clad in dark blue jeans and a bright yellow button-up shirt. His eyes were obscured by dark sunglasses that reflected David's image onto them.

As much as I despised admitting it, he had a look, an iconic look. He carried himself as if he were the only man who mattered. Even if you weren't a fan of the macho older man look, his confidence was undeniably impressive.

David tipped his cowboy hat to him, giving him a proper welcome full of good old-fashioned southern hospitality.

Cliff's voice was much deeper and stronger than David's. His tone cut through the air like a knife, and I could clearly hear what he was saying. I couldn't make out David’s words. He sounded like he was mumbling under his breath.

To be fair, they were quite a distance away from me.

They conversed as if they were old friends reuniting after a long absence. Their postures were relaxed, with their hands lazily placed on their hips and their pelvises cocked to the side.

“I’m excited to do this movie David…”

“Thank you for the opportunity…”

“I love your work…”

He was kissing up, and rightly so. When I first met David, I did the same thing. I knew I needed to win over the director, or else I'd be in for a bumpy ride.

“Sure! I’d be willing to start filming later today!”

Huh?! What did he say?!

Oh God, I needed to prepare myself.

Cliff gave David a nod, before turning on his heels and making his way towards my trailer.

Oh wait… why is he coming over?

His hair fluttered in the gentle breeze as he strutted confidently towards me. I crouched quickly to avoid his gaze.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

I crawled across the floor, scrambling for stray pieces of my script that were strewn about. The papers kept slipping from my grasp, fluttering to the floor just beyond my reach.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, hurriedly gathering the papers in my grasp and clutching them to my chest, crinkling them in the process.

I could hear him, his loud footfalls echoing just outside my trailer.

I lunged to the couch, settling into a comfortable sitting position with the few papers I could gather in the limited time I was given. I went through them. They were all scrambled, chunks from various scenes at scattered points throughout the film.

He knocked, sending a brief shock through the trailer. I gulped.

“Come in.”

I said with all the assurance I could muster. Hopefully, he won't think too much about the nerves that were covered by my phony confidence.

He swung the door open using its flimsy hinges. I glanced at him through my lashes, pretending to be surprised but not overjoyed.

He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Oh… hello…”

I gave him a quick smile before returning my attention to the script in my hands.

“Boss told me to tell you that we’ll be filming later today… if that’s alright…”

I pursed my lips and nodded, not looking him in the eyes.

“That’s fine… What time is he thinking?”

“In like… two hours maybe.”

“Okay… Thanks for telling me.”

I pretended to be reading the script in front of me. It was the scene in which the two characters were in a club, hitting it off.

It was unmistakably a slow burn.

I was expecting him to leave. He'd told me everything there was to say. What else could he possibly want?

He pushed himself off the door frame and took a long step forward, getting halfway between me and the door.

“You look like you take yourself too seriously… Am I right?”

Excuse me?! I scoffed, not looking him in the eyes in fear my nerves would consume me.

I'm not sure why I was so worried. Nerves didn't look good on me.

“You really just say whatever’s on your mind, don’t you?”

He chuckled.

“Sometimes…”

His presence was oppressive. As I read the page in front of me for the tenth time, I could feel his eyes boring into my skull.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

I raised my head to meet his stare.

I could feel his gaze on me despite his sunglasses. My heart started racing. Even when he didn't want to be, he was super intimidating. He exuded dominance, which would undoubtedly come in handy during filming.

“Are you gonna leave now?”

I inquired as politely as I could. Unfortunately, I came across as bratty rather than kind. Cliff chuckled through a closed mouth.

“I think I’d rather stay here and stare at you a little longer.”

Now he was just messing with me.

“Fine… I don’t really care.”

I did care. I very much did care.

I couldn't think because he was standing over me. I was struggling to breathe. He had a hold on me just by being in the same room with me.

“Why are you even here? You’re a stunt double.”

I asked nonchalantly, my gaze fixed on the words on my script. I'm not sure why I said that. I only needed to talk to get my mind off the crushing weight of his presence.

“Boss said I have a good look…”

I could tell he was smirking. His tone was far too arrogant.

“I’m sure that stroked your ego.”

I flipped the page, focusing my attention on the script's words. It was the first scene.

It might be beneficial to take a close look at this.

“You’ve got fire in you… I like it.”

Oh, please. I could see where this was going. Did he think I wouldn't notice how his voice changed to add a sensual undertone to the conversation?

“Thank you… now please leave before I vomit all over your fifty cent boots.”

I wanted him out of my trailer so I could breathe normally again. He was staring at me like a hawk, and it was getting annoying and uncomfortable.

Cliff scoffed.

“Alright… I’ll leave you alone honey.”

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the pet name.

He turned and walked towards the door, his steps rattling the trailer slightly everytime his foot came into contact with the ground.

I let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door behind him, my chest collapsing with relief.

I lowered myself to the ground and began rummaging through the papers to compile the first scene. I was successful in organizing the papers into their respective scenes.

I read the first scene several times, making sure I knew every line from beginning to end. I even spoke aloud, rehearsing what I would say and how I would approach the dialogue in the most natural way.

I'd done enough research on David to know that he prefers to be free most of the time, which is why his films are so iconic. He believes in his actors and allows them to do almost anything they want while saying their lines as long as it appears natural.

So, it was my responsibility to put together a rough idea of my staging.

I couldn't help but look over to the bar scene to see what I was in for. I read it once, twice, and three times. I couldn't stop myself from skimming over the words.

I was in for a wild ride. This scene was completely wild.

A loud slam on my door startled me out of my daze.

“We’re filming now! Get on set!”

“I’ll be right out!”

I assumed we'd start the day with the first scene because I hadn't received any information to the contrary.

I took a few moments to myself. Before exhaling, I took a deep breath and stretched my arms above my head.

“Okay… let’s do this.”

As I approached the set, I noticed that the props and locations appeared to correspond with the first scene.

Thank God.

“Alright… First scene… get ready you guys.”

David addressed us from behind the camera, which was pointed directly at the set. I lowered my gaze, smoothing the wrinkles in my costume. Fortunately, I had not completely ruined the dress with sweat.

Cliff was dressed in the same outfit as before.

Was that his costume?

I suppose it did fit the character.

In a sense, the character reflected his own personality.

“Alright you guys… you know I’m a fan of improv so just do whatever the hell you feel like… just keep the lines the same… don’t leave anything out.”

David was a big fan of small groups as well. He didn't hire anyone unless he absolutely needed to. As a result, he was the sole operator of the camera.

He was truly iconic. This method of execution should not work... but David manages to make everything work despite the odds.

Cliff was prepared, standing in place, waiting for his chance to shine.

“Places…”

“Oh… right!”

I exclaimed, completely absorbed in my own thoughts. I walked onto the set, taking a random position and re-enacting the blocking I'd imagined in my head.

Only now would I have to work off of Cliff, making the job even more difficult.

I’ll be alright.

I can do this.

The first scene went very smoothly, we only needed one take to get it perfect.

“You guys are on fire! Alright, how about the club scene?!”

The club scene?

However, we were in the middle of the desert, where our characters were supposed to meet for the first time. It was extremely unlikely, but I had faith in David. When it comes to romance films, the more absurd, the better. People are drawn to a plot that they have never heard of before.

Besides, the entire point of this film was to be unlikely, almost impossible. A film in which critics will make ridiculous assumptions about hidden metaphors decades later.

“How are we gonna do the club scene when we’re in the middle of the desert, boss?”

Cliff was thinking the same thing as me.

David bit his bottom lip and gazed at the ground, thinking. He was a bit short-sighted for a theatrical genius at times.

“Well… let’s just do the post club scene shall we?... Cliff’s character is supposed to be broke despite how he presents himself… So using one of the trailers will suffice.”

Oh God… the post club scene meaning the scene where it is heavily hinted at that we-

“Sure… I’m good with that.”

Of course Cliff didn’t mind… he got to kiss a girl old enough to be his daughter.

“Y/N?”

David turned his eyes to me, as if he needed confirmation that everything was fine on my end.

I flushed bright red.

“Oh… yeah, sure… that’s fine… but, um… I didn’t really get a chance to look over my lines for that scene… and I-I think I need a different costume.”

David nodded.

“You’re right… let’s wait for an hour or so, so the sun can fully set… and so you guys can prepare.”

“Sure! Sounds great!”

I agreed a little too enthusiastically before hastening my way to my trailer. I had no doubt they'd be very suspicious of my rushed manor.

The trust was, I had gone over that scene twenty times before. I knew all of the lines backwards and forwards. I had spent time thinking about how much I would despise having to kiss him and pretend to be deeply in love with him.

That’s why I was blushing… because I was nervous… and I hated him.

I changed my outfit and did my own makeup.

Makeup and costume people were another thing David considered pointless. He was always saying how he preferred the actors to choose their own costumes based on what they thought was best, and to do their own makeup. He wanted his characters to be real people, people who were probably not great at clothing design or elaborate makeup techniques.

Fortunately, he offered to pay me more since I was basically doing all the work myself.

I must have done my makeup ten times to avoid having to think about the impending doom that was coming much sooner than expected. In the little mirror hanging on the wall of my trailer, I put it on, then took it off, then put it on again, then fixed every single minor error before taking it completely off.

As the sun began to set, I could see the light fading from my trailer and feel the sudden unease that struck me every time my mind wandered.

I swiped the eyeliner against my skin.

“Fuck.”

I muttered under my breath as I erased it all away with a wipe.

I should probably put it on for good, as filming time is quickly approaching.

I was about to apply my final stroke of eyeshadow when I heard a knock on the door and a voice telling me to come outside. I finished quickly, taking a deep breath, hoping for calm rather than preparation.

When I stepped outside, I felt naked and exposed in front of two fully grown men. Unfortunately, the short red dress I chose left little room for the imagination.

“Alright… I think we’d better use Cliff’s trailer since I’m sure it’s a mess.”

Dave and Cliff both laughed at David's terrible joke. I remained silent, only offering a small smile to indicate that I was listening.

I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about how much this was going to suck, at least for me anyway.

I thought of how much it would suck to have Cliff feeling me up and pretending I enjoyed it.

Because I’d definitely hate it.

I’d hate how his rough hands would feel against my soft skin.

Ew. I don’t like that I had that thought.

The scene was… a big mess of emotions. I wasn’t sure what exactly I should feel at any given moment. My entire mine was plagued with scattered thoughts that would lead to unintentional and completely ludicrous places.

By the time it was completely over, my face was flushed bright red and my heart was beating out of my chest.

I slammed my trailer door shut, heaving breaths of anxiety.

Oh God… that was too much.

The way he was touching me… I wanted to hate it so bad. I hated myself for allowing myself to enjoy it.

The worst part of it was… we needed more than one take.

Which meant I had to feel him touching me in every place the sun touched. I had to feel his lips against mine and try to pretend I was seconds away from moaning into his mouth while David stood behind a camera and recorded us.

God I wish we could just do those things in private.

No, no I don’t. What am I talking about?! I definitely don’t want that.

He was in my trailer, standing in the frame while I was busy agonizing over my thoughts. I didn’t notice him at first.

“Oh! Um… I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…”

I swallowed my anxiety, my gaze fixed on the ground below me as my insides shook violently, plaguing me with heavy waves of unease.

He knew what I was thinking.

He knew exactly what I was thinking.

How could he not?

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase because I think you know what all of this is about.”

I did.

I knew exactly what all of this was about.

I knew exactly where this was going.

And I couldn’t help but grow wet at the mere thought of where this night would undoubtedly lead.

“You were gettin’ antsy in that last scene.”

He placed a curled finger under my chin, forcing my head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Waddya have to say about that?”

I gulped.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know…”

“I…”

I sounded pitiful. Cliff was obviously a man who knew exactly what he wanted, so I expected him to become frustrated and antsy. Instead, he seemed amused, finding my discomfort humorous.

He scoffed.

“Alright honey…”

My lower abdomen fluttered at the pet name.

“Since you don’t wanna talk I guess I’ll have to work it outta ya.”

His voice dropped to just barely above a sensual whisper, his newfound tone making my stomach flip upside down.

He smashed my lips into mine without hesitation, pushing me backwards with extreme force until my knees smacked against the couch, knocking me into a sitting position until I was eye level with his large belt buckle.

His hand caressed my jaw, tilting it upwards to meet his crushing gaze.

Cliff’s calloused fingertips grazed sensually against my lips, raising goosebumps along my spine. He took his time, ensuring I was aching by the time he was done getting under my skin.

“God you’re beautiful…”

He mumbled almost incoherently.

“You wanna suck my cock babygirl?… you want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

I swallowed, my throat becoming constricted with fear.

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache in my core.

“Speak up honey… otherwise I’ll leave while you’re aching.”

I took a shaky breath, reaching up with trembling hands to undo his belt.

Cliff dropped his hand to the side, releasing his tender grip on my jaw.

The metal buckle continued to slip from my shaky hands. My nerves transformed the simple task into a nearly impossible process.

“Don’t be nervous…”

My cheeks flushed red as I tried to keep my eyes on the rusty golden buckle so I didn’t become intimidated.

“Hey. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

He demanded, his voice becoming firm yet keeping the mumbling tone.

I gathered my courage, trialing my eyes upwards to glance at him through my lashes.

“Don’t be nervous… after I fill you pretty mouth with my thick cock I’ll make you cum so hard your whole body will be begging me for more.”

I clenched my jaw, tearing my eyes away from him to fully undo his belt and slip it through the loops with a loud whoosh.

I felt his large cock growing hard through his jeans as my hands gently grazed over his clothed erection. My mouth watered as I unbuttoned his pants and dragged the denim down his muscular thick thighs.

I palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a low moan from the back of Cliff’s throat as he threw his head backwards and exposed his adams apple.

His hands found their place on my scalp, tangling his fingers into my locks.

“Put my fucking cock in your mouth before I make you regret it…”

His grip tightened in my hair, pulling the strands from my scalp. I couldn’t help but groan at the pain, pushing the noises down into the pit of my stomach.

“No teasing.”

He demanded, his voice now breathy and thick with anticipation.

“Okay…”

I murmured timidly, swallowing my nerves as I hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles.

I was eye level with his cock, which was incredibly thick and unmistakingly the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen in my entire life.

Which wasn’t saying much, as I wasn’t the most experienced person on set.

The aching in my cunt grew when I was able to fully take in his glorious cock, and began thinking of how it would feel inside of me, fantastically stretching my walls.

My face was burning hot with desire as I tenderly grasped his length, giving it a few gentle pumps.

Cliff sighed deeply, loosening his grip on my hair once he realized I would gladly take control.

“You’re beautiful Cliff…”

I wasn’t sure what I should say now that I was so close to having his cock inside of me, but I figured he’d appreciate a gentle compliment.

Cliff scoffed.

“Thank you honey… you’re not too bad yourself.”

His line was painfully cliche, but I didn’t mind. This situation was making me far too aroused to care about a cliche.

I took his cock into my mouth, immediately thrusting it towards the back of my throat with eagerness.

Cliff groaned and moaned as I bobbed my head along his length, the pleasure filled sounds adding to the pooling wetness in my damp panties.

His grip tightened, not in frustration, but in the sheer pleasure of my warm mouth bobbing along his veiny cock.

“Fuck… you’re such a good girl.”

He gasped in between strangled moans.

I was already a mess and he had hardly touched me. My heart was pounding. My face was flushed bright red. My panties were soaking wet and my cunt was aching to the point of pain.

I was antsy, antsy to feel him throbbing inside of me.

Cliff threw his head downwards, his eyes boring into my skull as his strong grip assisted me in bobbing my head along him.

His tip was hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged as he began to buck his hips into my mouth.

Tears of pleasure were forming at the corners of my eyes, and a few escaped my eyelids and began to roll down my cheeks.

I glanced up at him through my thick lashes, his crushing stare making my heart flutter with anticipation.

His lips were wet with saliva, his teeth clenched, the muscles on his jaw protruding from the sides of his cheeks.

It filled me with pride to know I had such a profound effect on him. I wrapped my hands around his muscular thighs to steady myself as I began to take his cock with my urgency.

“Oh my… fuck… you’re such a slut for me.”

Cliff's hips were thrusting aggressively into my mouth, the tip of my nose brushing against his happy trail.

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard honey… I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy around my throbbing cock.”

His length began to twitch in my mouth, the salty taste of precum lingering on my tongue.

With a few more thrusts, Cliff was falling over the edge into the realm of pleasure. His chest collapsed as he unloaded his cum into the back of my throat, his grip on my hair suddenly loosening as he reached his high.

I bobbed my head twice more along his dick to help him ride out his orgasm before removing my mouth with a pop.

Cliff was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with gasps as he came down to earth after an intense orgasm.

He dropped his hand to his side, relaxing his body as we both mentally prepared ourselves for what was yet to come.

“You ready for me honey?”

He asked, a big stupid smile plastered on his smug face.

I gulped, resting my hands in my lap as I nodded my head meekly.

Cliff brought his hands to the front of his shirt, glancing down at the buttons as he began to undo them.

With every button, he exposed his chiseled body, glistening with sweat.

Cliff dropped the fabric to the floor with a soft thud, now fully naked and exposed in front of my inexperienced eyes. Being fully clothed in front of him added an additional layer of anticipation to the situation.

“Stand… let me undress you.”

He commanded, and I followed his orders, standing on my shaky knees.

Cliff glued his eyes to my chest, grazing his fingertips sensually over my collarbone, raising goosebumps on my skin.

He moved his hand to my shoulder, pushing my spaghetti strap down until it hung limply. He did the same with the other side until my dress was hanging loosely on my body.

I stared at the floor as Cliff grasped onto the deep neckline of my dress, pulling it down until I was dressed only in my underwear. The cool breeze hardened my nipples.

I gasped as Cliff connected his warm mouth with the sensitive skin on my neck, raising my hands to gently rest on top of his shoulders.

He kissed and nipped on my skin. He grasped my hips and tugged my forward until our bodies were pressed flush together. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his perfect body.

Cliff kicked off his shoes, pushing me backward as an indication that it was time for me to lay down.

I followed his instruction, finding a comfortable place on my stiff couch as he settled in between my legs, hovering over me, his lips moving expertly against my neck.

I tangled my hands in his hair, squeezing my eyes shut and dropped my jaw as his lips hit every single sweet spot on my neck and collarbone.

“Cliff… please… I need you.”

Cliff smirked against my skin.

“Beg for it… I wanna hear you beg for my cock.”

He murmured against the crook of my neck, his body pressed firmly into mine, his cock so close to my aching cunt.

“Please Cliff… I need you to fuck me.”

“Keep going…”

I gasped as he bit a patch of sensitive skin on my collarbone.

“Please Cliff… my pussy is aching so bad for you… I need you to fill me up… I need your cock throbbing inside of me.”

I begged hard, not caring about how utterly pitiful I sounded.

“Alright honey… I’ll give you what you want.”

He lined himself up with my entrance, pushing himself inside of me and stretching my walls to the max.

I moaned loudly, grasping onto his hair for leverage.

He began pounding into me, hardly giving me any time to adjust to his thick girth.

He snapped his hips forward, his pelvis smashing into mine as he thrusted mercilessly into my aching cunt.

“Fuck Y/N… you feel so fucking good… you’re so wet.”

Cliff’s voice was just as fucked out as mine. Either he was truly breathless, or he knew how much his strained gasps drove me crazy.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a complete new angle to attack my cunt.

Tears of pleasure began to return to my eyes as his thick tip slammed against my g spot with every eager thrust.

Cliff removed his face from the crook of my neck to stare into my fucked out face. He was taking in every single feature and relishing in the fact that he was completely ruining me.

“Oh God you’re such a fucking slut for me… I love it…”

I furrowed my eyebrows as I became so incredibly close to the edge.

“Cliff… I’m gonna cum.”

I was crying tears of pleasure as his girth continued to slam into my g spot.

“Look at me honey… I wanna watch your face as you cum all over my cock.”

I held eye contact as his last few thrusts made me topple over the edge, unleashing my orgasm with a strained moan.

It hit me like a freight train, knocking the breath out of me as my lungs collapsed with glorious pleasure.

Cliff followed shortly after, our combined juices dripping onto the couch below as he gave a few more thrusts to help both of us ride out our orgasms.

We maintained eye contact until we both of our hearts had begun to beat normally once more.

I felt… good, fulfilled, happy. That was the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was on cloud nine.

Cliff pulled out of me, a strand of cum attaching my body to his.

He crawled downwards until he was in between my legs, burying his face in between my thighs as he lapped up our combined juices.

I sighed with post orgasm pleasure as I allowed Cliff’s expert mouth to clean me up.

He climbed off the couch when he was satisfied with his work, immediately beginning to redress.

I stared at the ceiling, a stupidly big smile on my face as I allowed myself to live throguh the previous events of this glorious night once more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow honey… maybe we can do this again?”

I tilted my head to the side, my cheek pressing against the scratchy fabric of the couch.

“Definitely…”

We both chuckled before Cliff bid me an adieu, making his way back to his trailer as quietly as possible to avoid suspicion.

Who knew Cliff Booth was a man sent by the gods? A Hollywood hunk, a James Bond, a womanizer.

He was everything perfect wrapped into one.

Except he wasn’t James Bond, he was Cliff Booth.

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~🖤🔞🖤~ Sanemi x reader 

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‼️Minors dni! NSFW under the cut‼️ —————————————————————————— “Oi!”

A booming voice shouted from behind you, it made you jump a little and you turned to see Sanemi stomping back towards you. The permanent look of displeasure on his face was even stronger than usual and you wondered what the hell you could have done in the last 10 seconds after walking past him to piss him off.

Your heart thumped hard as he approached you, making you back up into the hallway wall, he stoped just a few inches away, glaring down with annoyance “the hells your problem?” He spat and you blinked confused “what?” You asked, clearly lost “What?” he mocked back. Sanemi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, of course you’re too fucking dumb to know what you’d done. “What’s your problem with me?” He scowled, slamming his fist against the wall next to your head, a gust of air washing over you from the force “you should greet someone when you walk past em ya know!” He continued and you raised a brow, that’s what he was so pissed over? Because you didn’t say hi in the hallway??

“Do you think you’re better than me? Huh? Too good to great me?!”

He growled, leaning down to face level, dark eyes baring into your soul. You put your hands up defensively and turned your head down slightly to try increase the gap between your faces “o-of course not!” You felt so small, so intimidated sandwiched between a concrete wall and a wall of angry hashira. Your eyes fell to a scarred chest, shirt wide open to his lower stomach, the faint smell of sweat and musk coming from him and suddenly your cheeks began to burn.

“You should learn some manners”

he said with a scoff, spare hand coming to grip your face around the jaw and you squeaked as he forced your eyes back to him “pay attention when you’re being spoken to!”. You tried your best to avoid his searing gaze but with your face pined in one spot it was proving difficult “s-sorry” you don’t really know why you’re apologising but it’s all that would come out. Sanemi suddenly started chuckling which soon erupted into a full blown laugh “no fucking way!” His hand left your jaw to cover his face as he laughed in yours “are you fucking blushing right now?!” Oh shit, he’d noticed and now you were blushing even more “no! I’m just-“ “just nothing! You’re blushing and it’s fucking obvious oh my god I should have known” he cut you off before you could explain…or actually make up an excuse.

Both his hands now caged you in between him, a vicious grin plastered on his lips “does this turn you on?“ he growled and you swallowed hard, you couldn’t say no, you couldn’t really say much at all. You’d had a burning crush on him since day one and this was probably one of the first times being so close to him, your brain was having a hard time managing your emotions let alone formulating words. You shook your head but Sanemi wasn’t buying it

“liar”

he whispered, suddenly grabbing you by the wrist and swinging you around so that he was against the wall “seams as you’re enjoying this so much….” the sound of his belt being undone had your head snapping down to his waist “you can make yourself useful for once” he continued, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to the ground.

Your knees hit the hard floor as you came face to face with his crotch “w-wait sanemi?!” You struggled against his grip “what? Ya think I’m gonna stop?” He laughed finally freeing his cock. Your brain going blank as you saw the thing in his hand, no longer than average but a girth that was almost inhuman, his own hand barely reaching around it. Sanemi stroked himself slowly as he watched the awe on your face while you looked at his cock, it filled him with a strong sense of pride “we-we’re in the hallway…anyone could come” you perked up, worry lacing your voice and turning your head away when he poked the velvety head against your cheek.

Sanemi huffed in amusement “ya think I give a fuck? Maybe you’ll learn some manners this way huh?” He got a firmer grip on your hair and turned you back to him, forcing his fat cock against your lips and slapping it against you, slick pre cum spreading like a lewd lipstick over your puffed lips. You opened your mouth slightly, sticking your tongue out just a way past your bottom lip, reluctantly taking him on your tongue.

Sanemi sighed at the contact but the gentle kitten licks you were giving only rilled him up more “tsk..you’re worried about being caught in the hallway but at this rate you won’t get me to cum for an hour!” He groaned and pushed himself into your mouth deeper with force, his thickness spreading your jaw to it’s limit. You moaned around him in shock as he invaded your mouth, fat head bumping the back of your tongue. You blinked away the beginning of tears and began moving up and down, feeling the veins along his cock against your lips.

Sanemi rolled his hips off the wall along with your movements, his head lolling back against the wall in pleasure as he took in the feeling of your soft tongue against him. “Shit..that’s more like it” he smirked and loosened his grip on your hair as you began to take over, loosing your sense of anxiety and reluctance in favour of working more moans out of the man. The sun was setting now and casting a warm hue over you both, Sanemi’s face highlighted in the golden hour glow. You suddenly took in as much of him as you could, his tip reaching down your throat and you held it there until you gagged, constricting around the most sensitive part of his cock which had him fisting the fabric of his pants.

You let him fuck your throat for a moment before pulling off him and gasping a breath, his eyes were dark and lidded now. A drop of pre cum oozed from him which you eagerly lapped up, his cock jumping at the returned touch “fuckk” he drawled before picking you up from the floor. He swiftly swung you over his shoulder and kicked open the door next to you both, it was a store cupboard with a few folded futons, a table and some shelves with boxes and spare items. The door slammed behind you both making you jump, Sanemi dropped you onto the table with him between your legs before he gripped your face once again and crashed his lips with yours, ending it with a firm bite of your bottom lip. Your shirt was ripped open abruptly before your bra was pulled down exposing yourself to him, Sanemi was using your body for his own pleasure, fondling you any way he wanted, leaving bite marks and hickies in his path, pulling your clothing away when it got in his way.

Your panties were soaked at this point, having touched everywhere but the one spot you wanted most, any faint rub against your core sending flutters through you. As he played with your tits you tried to grind against his waist, feeling his member flexing below you and filling you with desperate need “the hell are you doing?” He chastised “don’t be so impatient bitch, you’ll get what you’re given and be happy for it” he slapped the inside of your thigh hard, practically making you scream from the sting. He flipped your skirt up to eye your underwear which was basically dripping with wetness from the large wet patch on your centre and he laughed at the sight

“Jesus do you have any dignity? Soaking yourself like this just from sucking my cock? What a fucking slut”

His condescending tone had your ears burning to the tips “I bet ya think I’m gonna fuck you don’t ya?” He asked snidely, laughing when your expression turned to confusion “awwh don’t look at me like that, you should be grateful I’m even touching you”. He flipped you over and pushed you down against the desk, your ass presented to him over the edge. He slapped the flesh hard before pulling your panties from you, a string of slick following the fabric “here’s what I’m gonna do” he bent over and spoke into your ear as he stroked his cock between your wet lips.

“I’m gonna get my cock nice and wet from your desperate little cunt and then I’m gonna stick it in your ass and fuck it. You’re gonna make me feel real good as an apology for being such a disrespectful bitch and you’ll be happy I’m even giving you my cock”

his words sent a flourish of excitement to your core making you clench around nothing “o…okay” you mumbled “good girl” Sanemi purred and slapped his length against your clit, making you jump at the harsh touch each time. Once he was satisfied his cock was wet enough he gripped your ass and spread you, exposing everything to him which made you bury your face in your arms. He hummed in approval before spitting on your hole and rubbing it around with his cock head, you were suddenly getting cold feet as the reality set in…he said he was gonna fuck your ass? You’d never done that before and now with him prodding at your entrance you didn’t know if you could.

You wiggled uncomfortably when he started pressing inside “keep still or I won’t go easy on you!” He held you still with one hand on your lower back, his length now just pushing past your tightness, it kinda stung, the tight stretching sensation making your thighs squeeze together. “Hmm t-that hurts” you whimpered but he ignored you, pushing more until his tip was now inside, exhaling hard when you squeezed around him “fuuckk so fucking tight for me” Your feet squirmed together as you fidgeted while you became accustomed to the feeling, you were feeling inpatient at his slow pace, just wanting the stretching feeling to be over.

Behind the feeling of being split on his cock was a swelling pleasure, a feeling of fullness deep inside that you wanted to chase so bad. You pushed yourself down more on his length before Sanemi was prepared, making him moan sinfully “h-holly fucking shit” he covered his mouth to stifle his moans, he didn’t want you thinking you had any power over him but shit did that feel good. The tightness of your ass was almost unbearable and he was honestly worried he might cum in a pathetic record time. He slammed his palms either side of your hips and pinned you down with his body “now who the fuck said you could do that?” He scolded while he pushed more in making you moan so loud he had to cover your mouth himself.

“Slut..getting so drunk on my cock up your ass?”

He was almost to the hilt now, his hand gripped tightly around your mouth as more moans rolled in your throat

“Jesus maybe one day you’ll make a mediocre corpse member but you’ll always be a cock loving whore right? Maybe you should just quit, become my personal fuck toy…shit that’d be nice huh? You’d never have to think about anything again other than using this perfect little hole to please me whenever I ask..sounds good right?”

He went on, maybe he was talking so much to distract from the tightness in his crotch that threatened to spill the second he moved in you. You nodded to his word’s dumbly, absentmindedly agreeing to whatever he said as all that swirled in your mind was how full you felt deep inside you, how he sat heavy in your walls and occasionally twitched. He gave a testing roll of his hips which made you both moan in unison, Sanemi sinking his teeth hard into your shoulder, he could feel how your pussy’s wetness was dripping down your thighs and his balls.

After a moment the coil in his stomach had died down just enough for him to slowly start fucking into you “aren’t you lucky? Having a hashira fuck your ass? You should be thanking me!” He proudly smiled watching the way your hole sucked him in when he moved. Hot tears pooled in your eyes and your hands gripped the ledge of the desk in front of you “t-thank you! Thank..you Sanemi, I’m so lucky” you said lecherously, your body jerking with each smack of his hips into yours. The feeling of him in your ass was so different to anything else you’d felt, it was making your pussy sop with slick and your clit throb with want, you reached down to play with yourself but your hand was quickly snatched back and slammed down “ah ah what the fuck did I say? This is for me! As an apology, you don’t get to touch yourself..if ya wanna cum you’ll have to do it from my cock alone! Too bad if not”. You whined in protest and looked at Sanemi over your shoulder, flashing him an innocent expression which made him slow down and glare at the adorable look on your face, it made his nose scrunch in annoyance.

He snapped his hips into you harshly, pushing you right against the ledge of the desk to the point your feet could barely touch the floor anymore. “Don’t fucking look at me like that you little bitch” he resumed the bruising pace with sweat that dripped down to his chin, you moaned into your palms when you realised your clit was now being bumped against the desk. Your eyes rolled into your head as you finally got the stimulation you wanted, it was harsh but you were so sensitive it was doing the job so you chased it. Your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably and you felt it getting closer, every time your pussy clenched so did your ass around his cock which drove him fucking insane. His balls were feeling so tender at this point, on the cusp of spilling any moment “Sanemi…feels so…so good, your cock in my ass is amazing..t-thank you thank you!” you unconsciously drawled, high on lust.

“H-holy shit..you’re gon make me bust if you talk filth like that”

he growled, hunching over you, making his movements more like slow deep humps than actual thrusts. Your clit was being gently dragged against the ledge drawing you to the very edge  “f-fuuck I’m-im gonna cum” you mumbled “shit yeah? Me too, crap you feel so fucking good” he clawed at the desk. You soon shuddered and practically screamed out a choked moan when your pussy clenched around nothing, slick dribbling down to his balls which were tightening with his own impending orgasm.

He gripped your hip hard as his hips jerked harshly with every twitch of his dick that was spilling white deep into your hole, his jaw hanging open in silent choked out whines. You could feel it, feel his cum settling in you and the way his cock was continuing to twitch, Sanemi finally let out a low groan as the final globs emptied from him. He panted hard over you as you both rested from your highs, he felt himself blushing pretty hard as it all settled in and he saw your face blissed out and exhausted below him.

He pulled back, seeing his own liquid seeping around his cock and he bit his lip before pulling out, watching your legs trembling under your weight. The view of you bent over the desk with your ass on display, little abused hole twitching around nothing it could have been enough to make him hard again if he wasn’t so spent.

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[felixdragonheartofficial]

Alright, since I‘m officially allowed to ask more questions about your self insert, here they go:

What‘s his name? I don‘t think I saw it anywhere yet

Is there any particular reason why he‘s on earth?

Do you have a backstory for him? If yes, would you share the rough outline perhaps?

When you draw him, could other people draw him as well (with full credit of course)?

So basically

Before he strolled around in a Cybertronian body

He was a secret human street artist/vandal who was known as "The Bohemian"

As a human he was obsessed with the unusual, easily inspired by the supernatural, so much so that he didn't really lump himself in with other humans. It was often reflected in whatever he he painted.

A year before episode 2 of tfa, he was evicted from his parents old home in downtown Detroit by Porter C. Powell who had bought out the area to transform it into luxury housing for high income family's planning to move into Detroit. Because of this he holds an understandable grudge against Powell and anyone else like him.

Because of the surprising turn of events, and the fact he was a social recluse, he was effectively homeless as he had no one else to turn to. He had a history of mental illnesses, two of which were professionally diagnosed, and he just figured he had depression as the third, it was pretty obvious.

He was struggling with money problems even before, he didn't have enough for college and therefore lacked the sufficient credentials to land a job he would actually benefit from, that and because of the rapid technological boom that's been happening in Detroit since Sumdac came on the scene, jobs that humans could do were dangerously limited.

And Since he didn't think his art would sell all that well(and he didn't like the idea of putting monetary value on his work anyway- he's awful stubborn) he chose to work at a fast food joint, barley earning a livable wage or even Enough to get himself out of debt.

He would go out at night to paint murals on the walls of downtown Detroit, with all the paint he could afford anyway, it was from before his eviction. he tried to be careful about not wasting any.

He was arrested by police for "loitering" in an abandoned metalworking facility site along with a few other of the impoverished after they had made camp there due to the factories somewhat stable structure and shelter.

Because he refused to come quietly, he was additionally arrested for

"refusing arrest"-misdemeanor

"assault on a police officer"-felony

"battery"-felony

"trespassing"-misdemeanor

and "breaking and entering"-felony

with all of these added up his sentencing was going to be a lot longer with an additional 5 years probation.

After being incarcerated, he went to jail where he mostly kept to himself except for the occasional fights, Until his release a few months later

Upon his release around the events of episode 3, he found he had been fired from his low paying job, and that he had been black listed from any available careers.

This is where Megatron comes in.

Episode 3 is were Megatron is brought back online due to the residual allspark energy from Sari's key. It's also when he starts looking for criminals to manipulate.

After spotting "bo" on the security network running around and painting his murals, he's amused, but ultimately unimpressed.

He soon hears from a conversation with Sumdac that power lines, metalworking factories and cybertronics production plants were being sabotaged and heavily graffitied all over detroit.

The graffiti has a recognizable sigil on it that he swears he has seen before, remembering how he saw the lone human decorating his "masterpiece"

He questions Sumdac about the human, finding his profile on the criminal database, only then learning of the context for his crimes.

He never tells Sumdac about the security footage, and only reviews it when he isn't around.

He thinks that this human is easy enough to manipulate, what with all the drama of the past and current events of his life.

But he sees this "Bohemian" carrying his stolen and vandalized materials to and fro the outskirts of Detroit, far beyond the reach of his cameras.

Even though he considers all humans to be primitive primates, with all the fuss this hooligan is causing, he ponders the further purpose of his actions.

So he sits back, and waits...

I'll reveal how he became Cybertronian a little later in a part two lol, there's so much. Part two is focused on after his transformation.

Also yes, I'm totally ok with people drawing my self insert👍

#tfa #decepticons #autobots #backstory #tfa oc #tfa self insert oc #tfa megatron #tfa megatron x male oc?

[blueikeproductions]

Two years ago, later in the afternoon, at Westerberg High, Daniel Braverman is at the school office getting his affairs in order for transferring.

Principal: Your timing is impeccable, Mr. Braverman, coming in when there’s only two hours left of school to do anything of any significance��

Dan: -fidgeting and looking embarrassed- Yeah, sorry about that, sir… Like I said, my family just moved into town yesterday and we were unpacking most of the day today until my Ma remembered I had to come here to make the transfer official…

Principal: And aren’t we so lucky…. -looking the tall boy over, in his messy blonde-brown hair, ALF t-shirt, baggy pants, Transformers Bumblebee keychain hanging off his belt, and beat up sneakers with curious, almost blood like stains on them. Next to him is a worn, similarly stained backpack decorated with ALF, Pac-Man and Autobot/Decepticon pins and crammed with comic books and notebooks- Westerberg gonna eat you alive, son.

Dan: I beg your pardon…?

Principal: You heard me. Anyhoo, -blithely thumbs through the papers-, everything’s in order here. Bing, bang, boom, yer a Rottweiler. Whoopie. -throws confetti in the confused boy’s face-

Dan: … -spits out some confetti- Well, possible step up from being a Hawkins Tiger?

Principal: Trust me, it’s not. -talks on the intercom- Can Veronica Sawyer report to the principal’s office? -addressing Dan again- Ms. Sawyer will show you around the Thunderdome.

Veronica enters, dressed in a blue skirt, jacket, scarf, wearing glasses and tennis shoes: You rang? -sees Dan who smiles and waves at her- Oh who’s this? Principal: Your problem now. -shoves them both out of his office- Just parade this geek around the school until it’s time to leave. -slams the door in their faces-

Dan and Veronica: … -bit of a pause-

Dan: Have to say, I’m not getting the warmest reception today…

Veronica: It’s not you, the principal’s just an ass.

Dan: -sarcastically- Really, I didn’t notice… -hoists his backpack on- Anyway, I’m Dan Braverman. -holds out his hand- I just moved here from Hawkins, Indiana.

Veronica: -smiles and shakes hands- Veronica Sawyer, but my friends call me Ronnie. So your family couldn’t do better than Sherwood, Ohio? -they start to walk-

Dan: Honestly after my time at Indiana a few days ago, this is an improvement.

Veronica: Mmm, let’s see how you feel after the tour… The Thunderdome awaits!

-The tour mostly goes well, Veronica showing Dan where his classes will be, the cafeteria, library, etc. As they go, Dan takes note of the … aggression the other students seem to have towards each other, insulting and terrorizing, as a certain trio walks by, surveying everything with a smile-

Dan: I never watched Mad Max, but I’m starting to get the Thunderdome comparison, Veronica. Also… learning a lot of new words today, “bull dyke” is the stand out one…

Veronica: Yeaaaahhh… Didn’t used to be like this. Y’know how it goes. We were shiny and new as little kids, playing tag and eating paste, then we got bigger, that was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome.

Dan: I was gonna say turf war between the Autobots and Quintessons, but I like yours better…

Veronica: Heh. Best to just keep your head down, Dan and find a clique that will… not quite defend you but will stick with you.

Dan: I don’t believe in cliques.

Veronica: …Really?

Dan: I mean, I had nerdy friends back in Indiana like Dustin, Eddie and Will, but I also knew some other cooler fellas like Eleven, Steve and… -sighs sadly- Jason…

Veronica: Was Jason your… -implying boyfriend-

Dan: Oh! -blushes- No, Jason was my best friend. We had each other’s back back then. Just… well y’know moving and all. I… left him behind… -looks upset-

Veronica: -holds Dan’s shoulder trying to comfort him- Aw you were close huh. I’m sure he understood…!

Dan: I hope so. Last time we saw each other, we… um… -flashes back to him and JD, wielding a croquet mallet and shot gun respectively, ready to fight the Super Demogorgon- were playing an intense game of… croquet!

Veronica: Oh! You play croquet too~? Dan: Yeah…! -flashes back to trying to hit the Beast with his mallet, only to get throttled and slashed in the stomach- -Dan gingerly touches his chest where the scars linger, tears forming a bit- I wasn’t … that good at it… Jason always won, haha. -thinks back to JD shielding him and firing a few rounds at the creature’s head-

Veronica: I’ve got a croquet set at home! You should come over, and I’ll show you the Ronnie way to play! -grins-

Dan: Thank you. -wipes eyes with his arm- I’d like that.

-They bump into two jocks as they talk, the bulky Terrance Thrash and equally bulky Toby Throttle, who shoot the two teens a nasty look, Thrash shoving Dan and Veronica to the ground-

Thrash: Ugh, watch it, hunchback and slut! Touch us again, and your asses will be slam dunked in the dumpster! Dan: -helps Veronica up- So I was slouching a bit, I don’t have the best posture. And what’s the deal with calling Veronica that?

Thrash: -gets in a defiant Dan’s face- What’s YOUR deal getting on my case, white trash? -raises fist to an unflinching Dan- Veronica: -panics and gets in-between them- Aaaah, nothing! Nothing, Thrash! We were just going. -takes Dan by the arm and leads him away-

Thrash: Heh, that’s right, hide behind Mommy’s skirt, ass smear. Throttle: -snorts through his nose in acknowledgment as they watch the two round the corner-

Veronica: What were you doing?? That was Thrash, the football captain! You don’t want to get on his bad side!

Dan: -looks back at the two jocks talking amongst themselves- Seems to me Thrash doesn’t have a GOOD side. Besides, I’ve fought monsters, some Arnold wannabe isn’t enough to scare me!

???: Oh hey, you’re new! -Dan feels a foreign hand poke his back- Dan: WAH! -jumps in startled fright, his Hawkins PTSD kicking in, and instinctively protects Veronica- Oh…! -sees the person behind him is cute, glasses wearing fat girl with messy curly hair, wearing a loud, very 80’s sweater and matching pants smiling back at him. She’s carrying some school books and a unicorn trapper keeper-

Veronica: Haha, easy there, Mr. Macho Man, that’s just Martha Dunnstock. My best friend since… well diapers! She’s a sweetie, she won’t bite.

Dan: Heh, hiya Martha, I’m Dan Braverman, I’m the new kid in town! -shakes her hand-

Martha: Oooh! We don’t get many of those! Nice to meet’cha! -notices Dan’s shirt- Ooo you like ALF too? Isn’t he so funny?

Dan: I know right? One of my favorite shows along with stuff like V, Fraggle Rock, Growing Pains, Garfield… Martha: Oooh! Garfield and Fraggle Rock too? I’m liking you already! -smiles brightly causing Dan to blush- Oh that reminds me, Ronnie, were we still on for movie night tonight?

Veronica: Yup! You’re in Jiffy Pop duty~! Lemme guess, you rented The Princess Bride again?

Martha: Guilty~! What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending~!

Dan: Huh, y’know, I’ve never watched The Princess Bride…!

Martha: …. -slowly turns her head to Dan in disbelief-

Dan: W-what…?

Martha: You’ve NEVER watched The Princess Bride???? Oh we are fixing THAT tonight!

Dan: Really? I… I don’t wanna impose on your Movie Night.

Martha: Nonsense! You can come, right, Ronnie?

Veronica: Sure! -smiles- I think he’s find his “clique” to start out, haha.

Dan: Heh, looks that way, huh? I’ll just give my folks a buzz and-

???: MARTHA DUMPTRUCK, WIDELOOAD!

-A shockingly tall kid with a mullet slaps Martha’s books out of her hand, and laughs like a little child-

Martha: Hey! Dang it, Kurt!

Kurt: Ooooops~!

Dan: I got it. -starts picking up Martha’s stuff, only to have it slapped out of his hands by a stockier, muscular kid with a more military hair cut- What the?

Kurt: Nice one, Ram! Punch it in, man! -the two fist bump, proud of their little deed- Ram side eyes Martha, and looks a little embarrassed though as Martha gives him a disappointed look-

Dan: -picks up the books and avoids Kurt trying to slap them away again, and hands them back to Martha, and gets in a defensive stance in front of her- Well I see I’m four for four today on jerky jocks.

Kurt: Guess we just have that natural magnetism, buddy boy~! -grins devilishly-

Veronica: Hey, beat it, you two future gas station attendants! -protects Martha with Dan-

Ram: Oh trust me, we are, to far more hotter snatch. -winks, looks at Martha again and his bravado wavers again-

-The school bell rings, and folks start filling out to go home-

Dan: Well, you two studs enjoy your pay per view, and we’ll just enjoy The Princess Bride, sound good?

Kurt: -leans into Dan’s face giving him a look over- You have a zit right there. -playfully poked him on the cheek as he and Ram get a guffaw out of it-

Veronica: Always gotta get the last laugh in don’t you? C’mon guys. -The two groups leave in the sea of people, though Ram and Martha linger, but go their separate way.-

Veronica: -visibly upset- God, they can be so immature! Ugh! Dan: …You ok?

Veronica: -sighs- Every so often I ask myself “what happened”? We changed before… Could we be… nice once more?

Martha: -hugs her books- Aw Ronnie…

Veronica: Everyday I pray for a better way… -sighs- …And God just… doesn’t answer.

Dan: God is… -thinks back to him, JD, Will, El, and Nancy dealing with a swarm of Demobats- …funny that way.

Martha: -sees the two look depressed- Hey!! We still have our Movie Night! Oh let’s see if Specs and Betty wanna join in too!

Veronica: Oh yeah, Betty loves Movie Night! I wonder what movie she’ll wanna bring in addition.

Martha: Ooo, Sixteen Candles, maybe? Dan: Specs?

Veronica: Another guy buddy of ours. He helps me with Yearbook and AV stuff. Oh you’ll like him, Dan. He’s got similar tastes to you and Martha, haha.

Dan: -smiles- Cool! Can’t wait to meet them both! -mind lingers to JD again and mutters- Wish you were here too, Jason…

Martha: Hmm~?

Dan: Oh um what should I bring? A round of Pepsi?

Veronica: -smiles- Make it Mountain Dew, and you’ll fit right in, haha.

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[hrroruja]

So I had yet a OTHER Peter/001 dream but it was some odd what if El never opened the portal with him but it was someone else and Peter never killed the kids but still was doing questionable things but trying to find a other way out?(No killing kids!)

Warning;sexually suggestive at the end

The first part of the dream,it was just me venting about my problems,situation and how i’m slowly losing it and felt shitty and horrible overall experiencing a bad day and Eddie being the way he is was there all smiley with a lot positive energy dragging and taking my depressed self to my favorite fast food chain and making me forget it in the first place telling me”Hey woman,it’s all gonna be fine!You got this plus I look up to you!”then he gave me THAT hug awkwardly we stared into each other’s eyes too long then Bang!the door slammed wide open as Will(mostly Will!) came rushing in and Nancy was behind him a bit out of breathe as they ran?in telling us they found it wasn’t El that opened the portal this whole time but some other human that wasn’t even superhuman like her and she was way more powerful than Elven AND One as Nancy yanked Eddie away from me and Will gave me a up and down suspicious glare probably thinking I had something to deal with it,didn’t want to explain everything to me and left me there then Boom!i turn my head around quickly seeing a huge red portal open and to the floor besides me I see Peter shaking,writhing and curled in fear and barely breathing,coughing and whimpering then turn looking at the huge red portal that he was thrown out of already knowing it was the person Will and Nancy mentioned earlier and as I slowly try to step closer and reach out to help Peter,the mysterious little girl comes out from the portal carrying this heavy aura and otherworldly power like no other and looking down harshly with a glare at Peter telling him to beg for his pathetic life and he desperately gets on his knees in front of the little girl wailing and crying to please spare him but I’m presuming he did something enough to wrong and hurt her so badly cause she didn’t hear or listen to his pleas and didn’t have any mercy or remorse with him then she closed her eyes as she slowly started tearing his whole self and core of a”human”he is from the inside out as I saw him screaming out in pain,agony and fear and also saw Venca slowly seeping into him and transforming his human body in front of me as I stood there in frozen in fear everything seemed to be going in slow motion as it was happening not realizing I put her under a cursed spell and was undoing she was doing to him and slowly got Venca off and out of his human body and stitched him back whole and slowly grabbed his limped weakened self gently putting his arms around my shoulders and we went through a other portal I made on spot then vanished then he finally woke up from the bed groggily but his blue beautiful eyes widen seeing me as he told me he had seen me way before and got his flashbacks on us meeting and presumably we were playing and he was on the ground looking up at me with his true wide happy smile and was so so happy seeing me?(Like Jamie’s real smile!like aw lol)and said it was like destiny we even met but i never recalled ever seeing him in my life but he did admit it felt like love at first sight to him”Thank you for saving my life angel””I didn’t save you just had to get you out of there before something worse would of happen”later laying cozily in bed he talks in his quiet soft voice about his now bright,free and happier future and how he wants kids with me and how I gave him a second at that while looking at me with that soft sweet smile and patting the empty spot on the bed next to him,then gently grabbed my waist and put my short self in his lap asking in shy whisper by my ear if I could be on top of him but asked in sheepish soft tone to go slow and gentle with him and with his smile looking down at me(the gif and the rest was you know history)

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[whatyourusherthinks]

Land of Bad Review

Oh lord it's my first one of these. So, fun fact about me, I don't like anything that glorifies war. Never really got into Call of Duty, don't watch military movies usually, never even had gun toys as a kids. (Thank you Mom and Dad.) Like don't get me wrong, I respect our troops and veterans because God knows I can't do what they do, but the Military Industrial Complex is bad. I don't feel shame in saying that. One of my earliest memories is my parents taking me and my sisters to DC and all of us participating in an anti-Iraqi War protest. Fun times. This, along with the fact that our theater got no marketing and it's starring Russell Crowe and the two Hemsworth brothers that aren't Chris meant I was not looking forward to this movie at all.

What's This Movie About?

Liam Hemsworth is a rookie air force soldier who gets sent on a black ops mission to recover a CIA asset in the Philippines, but when his crew is seemingly killed he needs to travel across the jungle to reach an evacuation point.

What I Like.

Russell Crowe plays an air force drone pilot that is only a captain despite being active duty for a long time because he disrespects authority and while he starts as a massive jerk, I kinda liked his character by the end. There is a scene where he's trying to motivate and calm down Liam by just talking to him about banal stuff and it felt like something actual military personnel would do. I also kinda liked the ending. It was pretty tense and the speech Crowe gives is appropriately dramatic. The movie didn't didn't kill off the black guy, so good job of doing the minimal effort to fight back against racist allegations people like me are going to lob at the movie.

What I Didn't Like.

So I'm not gonna go off too much about the stuff I didn't like that just comes prepackaged as a movie about the US military. Obviously this movie gives a pretty glowing look at the US's bang bangs and woosh booms, and is also a ton of white guys killing foreigners. I find all that distasteful but if you saw the poster than you'd pretty much know exactly what you're getting. The problems I want to focus on is twofold.

One, The message of the movie is... well I could charitably call it confused. The main thematic conflict in the movie is about the new gadgets and tech that the military uses (like drones) versus just shooting guys face to face. It seems to favor the fighting up close approach, but not only is the guy making the face-to-face argument the team's SNIPER (Yeah, real face-to-face combat there), but the cartoonishly evil villain has the exact same points as him. Also, the drones in the movie are basically just the eagles from Lord of the Rings except they blow up bad guys instead of carrying the characters. Liam makes a point that using the drones helps put less lives at risk, but the sniper dismisses it because they're still killing people. Not only was that not his fucking point, but it was honestly insane to me that the movie just straight up admitted that it didn't care about minimizing loss of human life. Did you know the US military bankrolls movies and lends out hardware to so film makers can have authentic planes and weapons on set? The only real stipulation is that the movie has to have the US military framed in a positive light, showing off how effective and nice they are. That's why there are so many US gun wank propaganda movies, even in places where it shouldn't be like the Michael Bay Transformer movies. My point is that the US military saw the script of this movie, and went, "Sure, have all our tech and shoot on our bases and here's a bunch of money." So even the US military is tacitly admitting they don't care about minimizing casualties! (Whoops I said I wasn't gonna go off about this.)

Two, the camera work during the action scenes is awful. Does anyone like shaky cam? I know a little bit adds realism, but so many action movies look like the camera workers are trying to work through a seizure. You can't fucking see anything that is happening! At least there wasn't so many quick cuts in this movie, but it was still slightly nauseating to watch. You all know why action movies actually do shaky cam and quick cuts, right? It's to hide the fact that they are stitching together like thirty different takes into one fight. I don't want to take away from the hard work the actors and stuntmen do to create these modern scenes, but is this actually easier or better than just attempting to an entire fight choreography in mostly one take? I dunno, something to chew on.

Final Summation.

If you can ignore the under seated politics that all military movies have, the movie is just fine. If you get an erection watching guys in camo shooting gibbering non-white people, you'll have a goddamn ball. I, however, hate that shit so I'm going to hope the trend of no tickets being sold to this garbage continues.

#Land of Bad #Rejected Movies

[lunarsun12]

Let’s Be Friends Part 2

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After Jay, Heesung and Jungwon found out, how Jake got his dog back. Jay decided to ask Jake for favour to infiltrate the boyz house…well aka some way get Chanhee to tell on Sunwoo. As according to Jay they are afraid of him, which makes Chanhee the perfect person.

Let’s see Jake adventure to The Boyz house! I’m sure it will be so easy!

Back Comrade Chat

Today 19:00

Jay😎: Guys, change of plan! Jungwon won’t be doing. More like Jake will do it now?

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: It took a lot of convincing. Jake has major flashback due to certain someone

Heesung🦌: You have Jay to blame

Soobin🍞: Why is every family can’t ever keep their family drama private!!

Soobin🍞: I’m just glad, I am the only mature one who keeps it to myself

Seonghwa🌸: That not true! Your family drama become my family drama!!

Yeonjun🐯: Your lover should keep his mouth shut

Johnny🕺: I didn’t know creating this chat, I will get free tea! This is also plus side!

Johnny🕺: So Jake? Who is a dog?

Heesung🦌: HE IS MY CHILD

Johnny🕺: Aw, that so sweet! You even treat you child as dog!

Heesung🦌: HE IS HUMAN YOU STUPID TREE

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I never seen uncle Heesung acts like Sunoo and Jay hyung

Jay😎: Hey what’s that supposed to mean! I am perfectly mature, thank you very much

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I will not say anymore

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: So basically Heesung Son will talk to his new friend. Apparently his siblings is the big brother of Chanhee and he tell him everything. Johnny little problem will go away

The next day…

Jake was getting ready to meet Juyeon at his home. He has to make up an excuse to say, Lyla misses him plus he wants that big cat tree as he was curious.

Back at Jake and Juyeon private chat

Juyeon🐱: Jake are you there?

Jake🐶: I am nearly there, I have to buy Lyla some treats as I left mine at home

Juyeon🐱: Remember what I warned you about my family

Jake🐶: Yeah Yeah, don’t go near Changmin and don’t touch Eric action figure

Juyeon🐱: Stick with my like glue also if you see Sunwoo. Don’t say your name

Jake🐶: Why? What he will do to me 😂

Juyeon🐱: He will probably kidnapped you and try to figure out a way to blackmail your dad

Jake🐶: Another kidnapping!! I am sticking to you like glue!

A few mins later…

Jake has arrived at the The Boyz House, he was so nervous after what he heard about Sunwoo reaction. If he gets caught and was pacing outside to prepare himself for his special mission. Until he is met with a distress Kevin outside the door

Jake: Alright here goes nothing!

Before Jake has chance to knock on the door, he tripped and banged his head on the door. As he didn’t see Kevin (he was pretending to be a rock, as part of his therapy session) and was greeted with a smiling Jacob

Jake: Ouch my head!

Jacob: Who are you? Why use you head to knock on the door

Jake: Erm erm my name is Jacob

Jacob: Kevin, stop doing that pose outside of the door. Your got Jacob hurt

Jacob: Also my name is also Jacob! Nice to meet you! I’m gonna call you mr headbutt

Jake: Thanks? Can you get Juyeon please!

Jacob: Of course come on in!

After Jake entered The Boyz House, he was restless as he hates lying and Lyla was there to comfort him until he heard a booming voice.

Voice: WE HAVE GUEST!? Why wasn’t I aware of it

Another voice: Sunwoo, shut up! Don’t yell, you wake up Eric

Sunwoo: I didn’t prepare for my performance where we usually greets our guest

Another voice: Sunwoo do the cleaning in the bathroom, I know you have secretly making Eric do it

Jake: I should go and pretend to be ill

As Jake was about to leave with Lyla, he was greeted with Juyeon.

Juyeon: *whispers* Why did you bring Lyla?

Jake: Cause Lyla wanted to see you? What else

Juyeon: *whispers* what if Sunwoo saw Lyla with you. He will figure it was you!

Jake: You said he was out of the house…

Juyeon: *whispers* how am I supposed to know. He was in the house today

Before Juyeon gets to finish his sentence, he heard Sunwoo grumpily going down the stairs, to wash the kitchen counters. Saying he can’t get ready for his preformance.

Juyeon: Quick this way

Without hesitation, Juyeon grabbed Jake went to the nearest open door and closed it.

Juyeon: That was a close one….

Juyeon: This isn’t my room, then who is it?

New: *grumbles* what with all the noise? I swear if it’s Eric again…I will shave his eyebrow off

Jake: *gulps*

Juyeon: Oh we are in Chanhee room

Juyeon: We should leave before he wakes up

Jake: No way, I am leaving this room while Sunwoo is in the same floor as us!!

New: Juyeon? And? Who are you?

Juyeon: I can explain, please don’t kill us

New: Oh My GOD why there is dog in my room! GET IT O-

Before Chanhee gets to say another word, Juyeon muffled his mouth with his pillow

Juyeon: Can you not scream! My friend is not supposed to be get attention. He is shhy

New: *muffles* I don’t care, if he is shy! Get his dog out of my room

Jake: Excuse me, I actually want to talk to you about something.

Jake: JuJu stop hurting him, he is turning pink like his pink hair

Juyeon: Jacob, are you sure? It’s your loose if he starts hitting you with his clothes hanger

Jake: Yes, now stop it!

After Juyeon release his pillow, Chanhee gave him unamused look.

New: Jacob? What do you want to talk to me about? It has better be worth my time

Jake: It about your little brother Sunwoo…

Jake tells everything what has been happening and showed video clip of him framing Johnny.

Jake: So this is what happened, I have to come in with fake name. As Juju is paranoid I will get caught

New: This confirms my suspicions, from Eric phone….

New: Oh ho this is juicy tea, finally I take my revenge on that SUNWOO. He stole my designer shirt and said it was his to begin with!

New: Wait until I tell Sangyeon about this, he is gonna be dead hahahahah

New was so happy after he receive the video from Jake.

Jake: Juju can we go to the park, your family scares me….

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[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Eighteen

Cosmo

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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When you get back to Atsumu's place, he cooks the onigiri for the two of you just like he had offered. You wanted to help him cook as well, but his silent demeanor turned you off from asking. Eating is silent, too. Neither of you says a single word until both of your plates are empty. To be honest, you don't really feel like talking either, but eventually, Atsumu speaks up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to be rude by not talking to you. Guess it just felt weird thinking about my brother again. It's been so long, I hardly see any hope of him coming back anymore," he explains.

You nod, unsure of what to say in response. You feel guilty every day for spending so much time with Atsumu when you should be out investigating this whole Osamu ordeal with Kita. If it wasn't for Kuroko's syndicate being total assholes, you probably wouldn't even be here with Atsumu at all. But the thought of that, too, makes your stomach churn. You feel awful for being with Atsumu, but you also hate the thought of not being with him.

"That's okay and I'm sorry, too, for bringing it up. I should have thought before I said it. I know Onigiri is his-"

"You've got nothing to be sorry about," he shakes his head. "I say we both move on. I'll clean up. Why don't you take a break since you were the one who was working all day."

"That's alright," you smile softly at him, "I don't mind helping out."

"Guess I can't say no to that," he smiles back as he stands with his empty plate in his hand. "I'll wash, you dry."

After the two of you finish cleaning, you walk outside to his backyard and lay down in the grass. The view from your spot staring up at the sky is quite beautiful. At your old place, you were never able to see the stars like you can here.

A few minutes later you hear the door open and Atsumu walks outside. You can hear his footsteps draw closer and the grass parting to let him through. He sits down next to you and gazes up just the same.

"I was never one to stare at the stars," he quietly admits to you. "I never saw any purpose in it. I mean, they're so small and most of 'em look the same."

You smile at his honesty. To be honest, you've thought about it that way before as well. "I get that, but to me, it reminds me of how big the universe is and how small I am. Sometimes it calms me down and I think about how small my problems are in the grand scheme of things."

"Well I don't know about all that," he chuckles, "but they do look nice. However, this talk about existential problems makes me hungry. Care for some dessert?"

As you look over at him, you sit up and find two small pieces of cake in his hands. With a smile, he passes you one. "What's all this for?" you ask.

"Just to thank you, ya know, for everything we've talked about before... and because of last night."

"Last night?" you repeat as you comb your mind wondering what he could possibly be talking about. "What happened last night? I'm the one who fell asleep on you."

"Yeah, I know. I mean, that's not... Forget it, let's just eat, okay?" he says, stumbling over his words.

"Sure," you smile as you accept the dessert. "Thanks, 'Tsumu."

Atsumu nods and the two of you enjoy your cake in a quiet peace this time instead of an awkward tension.

When you finish, you hand the cake back to him. You keep to his side for a while, talking about whatever drifts into your mind. The two of you actually laugh, which makes you feel a thousand times better about where you stand with him. Although you have conflicting feelings about Atsumu, no matter what happens he's always able to make you feel better.

As time flies by, you begin to get tired. However, you decide to stick it out, never wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately, your desires are literally rained upon when thunder booms and a downpour starts.

"Why do we always get the shitty luck?" Atsumu smiles as he stands up and brings the two empty plates to the table under his covered porch. But as you stand up to go inside with him, he takes you by the hand and drags you right back out again.

"What are you doing?" you laugh as he places one of his hands on your lower back, a gesture that spreads goosebumps up your spine. "We're going to get sick if we stay out here."

"So?" he grins as he spins you around in the rain. "Then we can just spend the day inside tomorrow. It'll be worth it."

"Not if I don't get that money in time," you scoff as you place one of your hands on his chest with the intent to pull away. However, as your eyes catch on his, something inside you tells you not to ruin this moment.

The way Atsumu looks at you back makes you think as though there's something he's dying to say. But instead of doing so, he takes his hands off of you and steps back. "You're right, I'm sorry," he shakes his head.

"No, it's fine. I was just overreacting," you attempt to convince him. However, he's already walking back toward the house. "Atsumu, wait! Come back!" you call out to him in the dark.

Despite your calling, Atsumu simply picks up the two empty plates and walks back inside without another word. Something is really going on with him, but you can't say for sure what it is. To be completely honest, you wish he'd just say whatever it is and get it over with, but if it's what you think it is, you aren't sure what'll happen when he does.

You suppose for now, the two of you are going to pretend as though nothing has changed in the past two weeks. As if you're simply staying there for your own protection. As though you're still waiting for Osamu to come back...

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[wearywinchester]

Not Going Anywhere

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When he nearly loses you, Dean finds he can’t stand the thought of that happening.

Requested by Anonymous: “May I please request a one shot of dean and reader with her having an internal bleeding. You know when the character seems fine but then boom they collapse and turns out they're not fine at all?? I LIIIVE for that shit... The shock, the realization, the worry....”

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: angst, injury, bleeding, shock, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, guilt, fluff

You sat slumped in the backseat of the Impala, exhausted from the hunt. Fortunately, it’d been close to the bunker, close enough that you didn’t need a motel room overnight. Close enough that the drive hadn’t been terribly long like most cases were. You felt like you’d been run over by a semi two times over, a certain weakness running through you that left you feeling less than okay.

You watched quietly as the rain came down and trickled against the chilled windows of the car, falling into each other as they raced down the glass before fresh ones took their place in an instant. It was gloomy weather, something you could have found yourself seeking comfort in on any given day, something that otherwise would have been cozy had you not felt the way you did.

But you did, and it wasn’t leaving any time soon.

Dean had the heat cranked up because he could see that you were cold, could tell by the way you wrapped your arms around yourself. The ache and burn in your stomach had yet to subside, Dean having cleaned your wound before setting off to go home earlier that day, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

You were less than comfortable, as far from it as you could be as you sat behind Sam. You missed the way Dean had glanced at you in the rear view more often than not, his concern evident in the crease between his brows, deepening each and every time he looked. He saw your agitation, the way your face contorted in discomfort as you slumped against the seat. You couldn’t sit still even if your life depended on it, constantly moving in your seat despite the way the hurt in your abdomen is screaming at you otherwise.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so restless in your life more than you were in that moment, anxiety settling in heavily the more you sat stuck in that car. There wasn’t anything in particular for you to feel this way over—you’d ridden in this car more times than you could count for years, having sat in the very same spot for far longer than this trip has been before. You’d done it all before without fail, without a problem, but this time was different.

It was different and he knew it.

Any other time you’d start a conversation about any and everything, singing along with him to nearly any song that came on the radio for the sake of getting on Sam’s nerves. Any other time you’d take a nap if you were tired, especially on a day like that where the clouds and rain offered ample comfort to allow you to do so, but this wasn’t any other time. This time you looked like you were two seconds from hopping out at the next red light, and it didn’t sit right with him.

“Sweetheart, you okay back there?” He calls out over his shoulder.

You’re not even sure if the words came out of his mouth, not even sure if you heard him as you shifted your gaze. When he didn’t get a response he looked in his mirror at you, calling out your name once more with more concern than the last.

You sat up a little straighter, glancing at him with eyes squinted slightly in confusion. “‘M fine, De.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced of that, not even a little bit as you blinked, trying to gather yourself a bit more than in that moment as he turned down the road that led to the bunker. You had a habit of saying you’re fine when you’re not, and you’re so clearly the opposite and he finds himself grateful he’s home, you’re home. But that doesn’t soothe the worry boiling over in the pit of his stomach, clouding his mind of anything and everything revolving around you.

Your words were merely words as they fell from your lips, that feeling simmering within you feeling awfully bad as you sit there, as the impala descended down into the bunker’s garage. The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes, your wince inevitable as you fought the groan sitting in the back of your throat. Dean didn’t need to be worrying over you, though he surely already was.

You think you just need a rest, a few hours sleeping in your own bed would do you some good. It had to.

You hadn’t fully registered the fact that the car had come to a stop, put in park in its usual spot and it gave Dean enough time to round the back end of it before you tried to get out on your own. When he pulls the door open you’ve got that look, one that tugs at his heart because you look so miserable, so tired and defeated. He crouches down closer to your level as you sit there, watches as you take a deep breath to try and steady the race of your heart. To try and calm the queasy feeling in your stomach.

“Sweetheart?” He asks, eyes on you in search of any indication that you’d been listening. You were, you really were, but you were trying to get a handle on how you felt. “Baby, we’re home.”

You nod then, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile in an attempt to assure him you’d heard him. He stood to his feet and held his hand out, gentle as he helped out of the car. You tried to ignore the rush that came down over you the moment you got up, tried to swallow down the intensifying nausea that’d swirled around in your stomach just begging to come up. You tried your hardest and it was proving to be a challenge.

You were dizzy when you stood to your feet, almost overwhelming, but you were quick to balance yourself and you brushed it off. You’d been in the car for the past two hours, doing nothing but sit in the same position for the majority of that time and you’d yet to eat or drink anything. A little dizziness seemed reasonable upon standing in your mind, not to mention the way your head had been hurting for nearly the same amount of time as the drive home.

You felt his hand slip from yours in favor of wrapping around you to steady you, to help you as you walked but you shrugged him off just as quickly, flashing him a look.

“De, I’m fine. You don’t need to fuss over me,” you say, and the look on his face shows just how much he disagrees with you. You could see it with the dimples forming by the very corners of his mouth and the raise of his eyebrow.

“Y/n—”

“I’m serious. I just need a little sleep and I’ll be fine,” you say, smiling once more in hopes he’d settle down, but you knew he wouldn’t.

It took a few moments, but eventually he dropped his hand to his side reluctantly and eyed you carefully, cautious as he watched you walk ahead into the bunker’s hallway towards your shared room. He knew you better than you thought, better than you knew yourself. He knew you like the back of his hand, but you were just as stubborn as he was and that’s the problem.

You flickered between bouts of nausea and none at all, between feeling fine, like you said you were, and feeling like you’d been drug all the way home tied to the trunk of the Impala. It was something that worsened the more you dwelled on the feeling, something you wished would subside.

You felt a beat of relief upon seeing the golden eleven mounted on that familiar wooden door come into view just down the hall, could smell the faint scent of Dean’s cologne wafting over you as he walked by towards Sam.

You were almost there, then you could lay down for a good long while, tuck yourself into that memory foam bed that was unbelievably comfortable and smelled every bit like Dean, and rest like you’d been longing to do since the moment you left to come home that day. You could rest in the comfort of your shared space for as long as you needed to get better. You were almost there.

But you weren’t.

In that moment, you felt like you were miles away from your destination, you felt like the conversation the two of them were having just a few feet away had been miles away from you, their voices muffled far more than they should be for how close they’d really been to you.

You slowed yourself to a wavering stop for a minute just to gather yourself a little more than you were then and there, reaching out for the wall that was just a little farther than you anticipated it to be. Your ears began to ring slightly, gradually, as that same nausea made its unpleasant return in your stomach, eyes squeezing shut just for a moment. You weren’t aware of just how awful you looked in that moment, but you knew it couldn’t have been too good if it was a reflection of how you were feeling in that very same moment. To be quite honest you felt like you’d just run a marathon with the way you couldn’t catch your breath, with the way your heart had been hammering within your chest at a faster than normal pace.

You felt like a walking, breathing disaster, and sure enough, you looked like it too.

Dean’s brows furrowed when he followed Sam’s gaze, to you, to you who stood there unsure of yourself as a flurry of emotions flashed over your face within a second’s time. A number of emotions, none of anything positive being displayed and it intensified the worries he’d had running through him. A sheen of sweat had glistened over your skin despite the chill that ran through you, your vision doubled as you opened your eyes once more to try and give Dean a glance.

“Y/n?” Your name fell from his lips, soft and hesitant at first as the initial confusion took over, his mouth going dry as he approached you.

“I’m…” you start, nodding your head as you swallow thickly. “I’m fine, Dean. I just…"

Your words were failing you, your ability to form a coherent thought failing you in that moment as you lost all means of balance, teetering on the edge of collapsing before you’d gone and done it. The shout of your name had come off as an echo to you, the impact of the floor having been cold and unforgiving as you fell, too weak to catch yourself.

He hated just how limp you felt in his arms as he knelt beside you, the pain jolting through him from dropping to his knees on the concrete floor having been the very least of his concerns as he watched you. Panic had lanced through him as your head lulled, caught in the crook of his arm as his other hand grabbed your face. Despite the sweat gleaming across your skin, your cheeks were void of any heat that you’d expect to feel and it only added to his upset.

“Y/n!” He called out, your brows furrowing as you felt yourself go from bad to worse, a steady declining feeling blanketing you. “Sweetheart, stay with me.”

His voice was loud, carrying through the winding hall in an echoing display of his fear, the sound taunting him as it bounced off the walls. You nodded weakly, despite the way your heartbeat hammered loudly in your ears enough to muffle what he’d been saying to Sam, or the way you couldn’t hold yourself up if it weren’t for the way he held you. Despite that, you nodded for him.

That ache from the wound you’d walked away from that hunt with was still very much there, that you knew. You knew things didn’t look good for you in that moment, not with the way Dean looked at you as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, or the fear in his eyes when he’d pressed his fingers to the side of your neck, your pulse faint but bounding beneath his fingertips. Things were continuing to go from bad to worse, to far beyond that and you knew that wasn’t a good sign.

You knew it the moment that feeling hit you in the car an hour earlier and the panic you felt was only increasing the more you thought things over.

You should have said something then, you know that now. You should have stopped saying you were fine when you so clearly weren’t, should have stopped doing what you always do and downplay a situation in fear of thinking about the outcome. You should have known better than to think it’d be as easy as Dean patching you up, not after what that spirit did to you. Nothing in hunting is ever as good as it seems, as easy as it seems, and you should have said something earlier.

Because now, now you were quite sure you were facing your fate when you didn’t have time to prepare for it. And that’s what scared you the most. It could have been something trivial, that’s what you’d been longing for it to be, but you knew it was just your own denial telling you that.

“Dean,” you say, taking a breath as you look up at him. The green eyes you loved so much were filled with a kind of emotion you never liked to see. “I—I just want you to know—”

“No, no c’mon. We’re not doing this sweetheart, okay?”

Nausea hit him like a ton of bricks at the sight of the crimson that slowly began to stain your teeth when you coughed, rage bursting through him in waves over the situation he doesn’t know how to control the ending of. Over the fact that he doesn’t think he can control the outcome for the love of his life in his very arms. He knows nothing in this life is guaranteed, not for the life of someone who hunts the world’s worst monsters.

He’s lost so much in his life, but damn does this one hurt.

“I don’t feel so good,” you murmur instead, watching the expressions flicker across his face through half closed eyes as you groan, brows furrowing at the expression he’d been looking at you with. “What is it?”

He couldn’t tell you what he saw, he wouldn’t do it.

“I know you don’t,” he says softly, chuckling despite it being void of humor, running his hand over your head. “I know you don’t but you’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

All you could do was hum and nod, a soft noise you can’t quite tell had left your lips as the weight of your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You were tired, that much was true. But he tapped your cheek with his hand lightly, grabbing ahold of your face.

“Don’t do that,” he urged, “please, don’t do that.”

He looked to Sam, a mirrored look of panic looking back at him that didn’t do much to soothe his stresses.

He feels near paralyzed when his gaze drops to you again, your eyes closed. He’d grabbed your face and called your name till his throat felt like sandpaper, till it felt like he swallowed a thousand knives he shouted your name. He held you tight in his arms as his mind worried in a frenzy of fear, calling out desperately for the one person that could help.

Cas.

If there was one thing that Dean Winchester knew how to do, it was worry. He’d worry himself to death over the ones he loved, in fact, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep them safe. But worry is what he’d done for the last two and a half hours and nothing else.

If it was possible, one might think he’d wear a hole in the floor from his pacing at the foot of the bed in the bunkers infirmary. Cas had come in a moment’s notice much to Dean’s relief, had swooped in quite literally and healed you the way he hoped you could be.

It turns out that spirit had done more than just graze you, had gone a little deeper than either of you had thought. It turns out you’d been bleeding more than just on the surface, and that it hadn’t actually slowed to a stop once he’d patched you up back there. You were bleeding this whole time, you just didn’t know it until it almost became too late.

It all made sense now, the way you were acting in the car. The restlessness, the agitation and the way you couldn’t sit still. He knew there was something wrong even when you refused to admit it, and he hated it when you did that. Hated it when you kept your pain to yourself when you really didn’t need to, in favor of staving his worry and trying to be independent, and that’s something he knew well.

But that wasn’t the point, the point was you were lying there in that bed almost within an inch of your life had Cas not come. The point was he nearly lost you in his arms and he couldn’t help the blame that sparked and burst within him that maybe he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you were fine. He didn’t, but he felt he should have kept pushing, kept prying to get you to admit it. Thinking that maybe he should have known there was more to that injury by the way your face crinkled up when it happened, by the way you fell to the floor for a moment or two before you stood back on your feet.

He felt like this was on him, and it was tearing him up from the inside out.

Dean ran through a myriad of emotions that night, each one hitting harder than the last. He was scared, the mere thought of losing someone he found himself rapidly not being able to see himself living without having scared him more than he’d care to even admit. He was angry, his fear masked behind clenched jaws and hands running through hair, chairs kicked and chest heaving. Angry at himself for not having gotten to you sooner back there.

It was a never ending cycle of fear and anger and guilt, a cycle he felt he’d always feel in one way or another so long as the ones he loves keep getting hurt when he feels he has the means to prevent it somehow.

For the better part of that two hours, apart from the anxious pacing, he sat at your side as you rested. He was reluctant to leave your side should something happen again. He couldn’t handle that and he knew it. He sat there with his elbows on his knees, chin in his hands. He held your hand for a while, thumb absentmindedly brushing over your knuckles as his foot tapped and his knee bounced subconsciously.

For the better part of that two hours, the events of what lead up to that point had replayed in his mind over and over in a taunting loop, having worsened the feeling he held each and every time it restarted. Each time he recalled something more in the way you’d looked in the car, in the way you acted, in the way you felt in his arms.

Cas had to tell him a million times over that you’d be okay. That wound on your stomach had been healed, everything had been healed as though it was never there. He told him a thousand times over that you were stable, you were okay. You were okay, but he couldn’t find it in himself to get over it just yet.

The last time Cas had said it was when he believed it, it was when he couldn’t be in that room another second otherwise he just might crack. He couldn’t bear to see you laying there like that, no matter the fact that you were just fine. It made his stomach churn and twist in knots.

He left, the stack of lore books swept off the table in the library in his wake, a string of curses leaving his lips. He went to your shared room first, the door slamming roughly behind him. He was angry at no one else but himself despite the fact that he shouldn’t be, but he’ll beg to differ on that a thousand times over.

When you woke up, the infirmary was empty. You’d seen the chair at your bedside that hadn’t normally been there. And if it wasn’t telling enough of Dean’s presence, the weight of his jacket splaying warmly overtop of you was sure to make it all the more obvious he’d been there.

You were sore as you sat up, stiff from having been laying in the same position for an amount of time you were sure of. But, when you lifted the hem of your shirt, that burning wound had no longer resided where it’d been. That nausea had since dissolved, that headache had gone away for the most part, and the weakness you felt, the dizziness, it’d all gone away. You knew it was done with the help of no one other than Cas.

You were sure Dean had been there with you for quite some time, but you also knew Dean better than to think he’d handle it well. You knew by the way you’d woken up by yourself that he’d handled it horribly. He gets worked up over injuries that are on a smaller scale, but this, this was far different than that. Inches from meeting your fate had been much too different than that and you knew he’d disappeared to sulk by himself.

You sighed when you pushed yourself off the bed, leaving the empty infirmary before navigating the bunker. The sight of the books splaying messily across the floor had been an indication of something you already suspected, the quiet in the air having added to the tension only followed when one of the three of you had been angry.

Your bedroom was empty, the blankets stretching over to his side of the bed having been wrinkled some from where he’d been sitting. A photo of the two of you had been sitting there on the nightstand, half-tucked under the base of the lamp sitting lit atop it, the drawer not closed all the way.

The Impala was still in the garage where he’d parked it hours ago, a frown tugging at your lips at the sight of the very hallway everything had taken place.

You knew where he’d be at this hour, at one where everyone should be asleep. Sam had been, you were sure of that, but if Dean hadn’t been in either of those places, you knew where he’d be.

A knowing sigh left your lips as you stepped down into the kitchen, the very one you’d been looking for sitting at the table. You saw the bottle of whiskey on the table and you saw the glass in his hand. You saw the way his hair had been a ruffled mess and you saw the ivory of his knuckles as he held that very same glass. You knew that all too well, you knew he’d been all sorts of torn up inside. He was.

“Knew I’d find you here,” you say, his head turning at the sound of your voice.

You could see the relief flooding his expression as he looked up at you, at the way his eyes widened and the way his face lit up just a little bit more than before, though it didn’t take long for the crease between his brows to deepen once more as you sat down next to him. He’s quiet for a moment before he presses a lingering kiss to your temple, and another as his next words are murmured against your skin.

“Sweetheart, you should be in bed, you’ve been through it today.”

You could hear the fatigue in the softness of his tone, could feel his nose brush against your temple before he turned away.

“Without you?” Your words are lighter as a soft smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He chuckles, half-humorous as he shakes his head, swirling the whiskey around in his glass. He swallows thickly, thoughts weighing heavy on his mind as a million words sit on the tip of his tongue. You knew a little humor didn’t do much to stave off that feeling he held.

“‘M fine, Dean.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, head shaking before he brings the glass up to his mouth and swallows the rest of his drink, pouring himself another.

You saw the way his eyes were rimmed a pale shade of pink. Dean Winchester wasn’t one to cry too often, but you could always tell when he had been. His eyes were red and so was the very tip of his nose, flushed a soft pink and the quiver in his lip hadn’t quite left just yet.

“I’m serious, Dean. I’m okay.”

“Well you weren’t a few hours ago, Y/n. You were damn near dead,” he says, louder than before as his jaw tenses.

“Well I’m not,” you counter, the huff that puffs through his nose an indication of his frustration.

“I’m glad this is just another day to you, Y/n.”

He brings his hands up to his face, rubbing over it in frustration as he sniffs. You saw that quiver just a little more now, one he hid behind his glass as he tipped his head back and drank it.

“For cryin’ out loud you still got blood on your teeth, Y/n,” he says, softer this time as the tension in his jaw loosens.

You sigh softly, more so to yourself as you stay quiet for a moment or two, your tongue swiping over your teeth before you bite the inside of your cheek. You can see the emotions flicker and roll through him, can see the guilt written clear across his face to match the feeling simmering in the pit of his stomach. When you got up, he’d expected you to just walk away, though instead you find yourself leaning atop the wooden table.

You snag the glass from the loose grip he had on it, setting it aside as he drug his hands down his face.

Your shoulders drop a fraction as you look down at your hands for a moment, foot tapping quietly against the floor. When you looked at him, his gaze was on the table, the inside of his cheek between his teeth. You bring your hand up to smooth over his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, thumb brushing over his chin. His eyes lift to yours, weary and upset.

You don’t fail to miss the way he leans into your touch no matter how subtle, or the way the clench in his jaw dissipates the rest of the way before your hand drops to your lap.

“There was nothing you could’ve done differently back there, De. No matter how much you think otherwise,” you say, watching that tension return as he looks away. “I know that’s what you’re thinking right now, but I’m still here. Now you don’t have to believe me on this, and I know you won’t, but you were there when I needed you the most. And that’s the only thing that matters to me. So you can be mad at yourself all you want, you can blame yourself all you want, but I’m not blaming this on you.”

He sat quietly, simmering in his own silence with closed eyes as his chest heaves a bit more than normal. You swipe your thumb across the crease between his brows, smoothing it softly as you watch the way he bites the inside of his cheek. Dean Winchester’s got a whole lot of stubbornness in him, but a whole lot of softness no matter how many layers of anger and frustration and worry sit atop it.

You move from the table after a beat of silence, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He relaxed under your embrace, more so when you dipped down from behind him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, one more for good measure.

You don’t know what to say for a little while as your head rests against his, arms dangling over his shoulders as you clasp your hands together loosely. You know for a fact he’s still beating himself up for this, that was something you knew was unavoidable. But that was something you could handle.

“Come to bed, De, it’s late,” you murmur, kissing his cheek once, twice, three times.

He hums at first, nodding his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You let him go with a soft squeeze to his shoulders, spinning on your heel as you sigh softly. But it doesn’t take more than a mere few seconds before you hear him move around.

“Sweetheart, wait.”

You turn around once more, brow raised in curiosity.

He’s hesitant for a moment before he crosses the room in a couple of steps, arms around you in an instant. You wrap yours around his neck, his embrace near bone crushing as his face tucks into your neck. His stubble is rough against your skin, the softness of your smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He’s got fistfuls of your shirt in his palms, holding you close as you stand up on your toes.

“What do you say we ditch hunting for a little while?” He mumbles into your neck, your soft laughter immediate as you lean back to look at him. “Don’t want you dyin’ on me again, sweetheart.”

You bit your cheek for a moment as you shook your head, fighting a smile. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Winchester.”

He rolls his eyes, looking to the side as he fights the beginnings of his smile. “Yeah, well, I’m good with that.”

The tension he held minutes ago lessened some, his expression softer as he looked down at you. You lean on your toes and kiss him softly, lingering just over his lips for a few seconds before kissing him once more with a smile as you speak up.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Ducky? Hi. Can I get an emergency request please? Im having such an awful episode of sensory overload and EVERYTHING bothers me when this happens. could I please have Atsumu, Iwaizumi and Tendou helping an s/o with this problem?

Of course my love.

Thank you for reaching out to me!

These may not be the “typical” causes of sensory overload episodes. But personally, mine are spontaneous, so I don’t get much time or triggers for them to happen.

Nonetheless, I hope these help!!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: Sensory overload episode, minor injury in Tendou’s

𝐴𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎

It started in one faithful car ride to a friends’ party

You decided to handle the 10 minute drive, and Atsumu was seated happily in the front seat.

A few short moments passed, and then it all went south.

Suddenly, you were hyper-aware of everything.

The way your outfit touched every inch of your skin

The rattling of the can of sparkling water that your boyfriend had brought into the car.

The, now pungent, smell of the dish you and Atsumu had prepared for the party.

You breathed in and out, hoping to shake the feeling.

It wasn’t happening.

When you stopped at a red light, a car with booming bass music pulled up next to you.

The man driving cocked an eyebrow and a cheeky smile at you as he turned it up.

You immediately cringed, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking in your seat.

“(Y/N)? The light’s green. H-“

Atsumu’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw you vibrating in your seat, even after the other driver had left.

“(Y/N)? Love what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

That’s the thing. You can’t.

The sound of your voice is too loud, and the buzz in your chest makes you feel sick.

Your eyes opened hastily as the car behind you gently beeped their horn to alert you of the changed color.

You hesitantly hit the gas, instantly regretting the decision.

The rumble of the RPM increasing as you speed up was enough to put you over the edge.

“ ‘Tsumu y-you gotta drive.” You managed to whisper.

“What?”

“Atsumu please. You have to drive.” You managed to say a little louder, a subsequent whimper following.

“Alright sweetheart, pull into that parking lot.”

You obliged to his command and were soon able to force yourself into the passenger seat of your car.

“Okay love, you just take your time. Do you want to listen to any music or-“

“No! Please.”

His eyes widened at the sudden outburst.

You cringed at the sound of your voice, “I mean, no thank you. Sorry.”

He turned to face the road with the most defeated look on his face.

Well now you felt like shit.

“I’m sorry ‘Tsumu. I’m overloaded.”

Atsumu understood completely and immediately turned down the air conditioning, pressed the compartment on the roof to offer you his sunglasses, and picked up his sparkling water can.

“Anything else unsettling for you right now?” His voice was much gentler than before.

You shook your head no, closing your eyes and relaxing into your seat.

As you began to decompress, you only had one request.

“I can’t do music yet… but the silence is worse. Could you just hum for me?”

Atsumu smiled so sympathetically and began to hum the tune to yours and his favorite song.

You closed your eyes and sighed in contentment.

By the time you had reached the destination of the party, you were much calmer.

“Sweetheart… I just realized.” Atsumu chimed gently, “A party is only gonna make this worse , isn’t it?”

Shit, you didn’t think about that.

As you pursed your lips, thinking of some way to stay calm, unbeknownst to you, Atsumu disappeared with the dish you and him had prepared.

He returned without the food, smiling at you.

“Let’s go home. I told them you weren’t feeling well and gave them to our food.” Atsumu’s chiming voice entered your ears.

And soon enough, you two were back in the car. This time, bopping along to your favorite songs.

𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖

When Iwa texted you to ask to come over, all systems were a-go.

Nothing really seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Until it was.

As you lounged on the couch, the whirr of a jackhammer completely filled your ears.

Damn construction crew outside your home.

In a flash, you were hyper-aware of everything.

The high pitched whine emitting from the TV, the blinding light from the fixture above you, the smell of the popcorn beneath you…

“No no no. Not before Haji comes over!”

Your stomach churned as your eyes began to water.

Every sound you heard turned into a low hum as your eardrums vibrated.

Your face heated up and you wanted to hide your face in a pillow, but the scratchy material only further upset you.

While both high whines and low hums filled your ears, the rest of the sound around you was deafened.

So you couldn’t even hear the gentle knock that was on the door.

“(Y/N)? It’s me.”

No response.

That’s odd. You had just texted him five minutes ago.

“Sweetheart I’m gonna use my key.”

When the lock turned, and the same with the doorknob, Hajime’s eyes immediately fixated on your sobbing figure.

“(Y/N)?!” Iwa was immediately at your side, hands coming to grab your own to deliver comfort.

“MmmmmmH oFF OFF HAJI-”

Hajime recoiled as his heart ached. What did he do?

You gasped and sniffled as you realized what you had done. “Ah! ‘Ms-sorry! W-wait. D-don’t go. Please.”

“Love, what’s going on?”

“ ‘s too much, Haji.”

“What is? What can I do?”

“Turn the tv off… please.”

Now he understood.

Iwa hastily yet slowly turned off the tv, put your popcorn in a different place, and grabbed a soft blanket that you’d always enjoyed.

“Is this okay?” He’d ask, placing the blanket by your side.

“Mmm. Very.”

“Tell me when you’re ready to be touched and I’ll put the blanket over you.”

You nodded gently, letting your eyes flutter shut as you simply breathed in and out.

Hajime never left you. He sat right behind you, dying from having to refrain from massaging your shoulders.

Eventually, you leaned back between his legs and into his chest.

In which he instantaneously covered you with the blanket and began to trace shapes on your shoulders with his fingertips.

“How’re you feeling now?” He’d ask in a low mumble.

“Much better, thank you Haji.”

Hesitantly, you asked him to turn on the tv.

So, he stood up from his place and manually turned the volume down to 1, just to ensure the noise wouldn’t blare when he would first click it on.

There you sat, movie after movie, snuggled up under a blanket.

As you sighed happily, snuggling into Iwa’s embrace, he was relieved that he had come when he did.

𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢

As you waited for your boyfriend to come home from practice, you scoured through pages of a baking book.

Your favorite playlist was playing quite loudly through your speaker, the lights were off but your LEDs were on, a harsh red to accompany the vibes you were feeling, your favorite candles were lit and the scent was heavenly.

Nothing seemed to bother you whatsoever.

As you gently skimmed the pages of the baking book, your finger catches quickly along the edges.

When you recoil, a small slice appears across your pointer finger, tinging it red and causing just enough pain to be mildly discomforting.

And like a lead anchor, your entire mood fell.

The red lights were suddenly so, so hot. They were bright and menacing.

The music you were playing seemed even louder than before. It was no longer a nice accompaniment; it was cacophonous.

And oh how those candles now smelled sickly sweet. The prior smells of some kinds of flowers and fruits smelled synthetic and rancid.

The apron you were wearing felt scratchy and heavy against your neck, as if it was almost digging into your skin

Your mouth dried, your eyes watered and whimpers began to rip from your throat.

“Nonono. Stop… please.”

You were able to shakily raise a finger to pause your music.

With that success, you manage to find your way to the living room.

You sat in the center of the room, hugging your knees to your chest.

“A-Alexa… call… m-my love.”

“Calling My Love, mobile.”

Silently thanking whatever deity was up there that you were able to at least call for help.

“This is Tendou-San’s phone!” You recognized the voice, Goshiki.

“G-go’. Need Ten-dou…”

“Oh geez. (Y/N) are you okay??”

“P-please Go’ !”

The call muffled as Goshiki rushed to get your boyfriend’s attention. You couldn’t hear much of it, but you could make out “(Y/N), Tendou-San, Help, important.”

“My love? What’s wrong?” Satori.

“I-It’s happ-ening agai-n.”

“Okay, Paradise, I want you to just close your eyes and breathe for me. I’m going to grab my things and leave right now.”

“But y-you have-“

“It doesn’t matter. The team knows you need help, and I’ve already been excused. I’m on my way to your house.”

Within ten minutes, as promised, your boyfriend knocked hastily on the door.

“Lovebug? It’s me.”

“Come in…” you were able to get sentences out easier, but everything was still too much.

The door opened ever so gently to reveal your distressed boyfriend. He slid his shoes off and was at your side in an instant.

“What’s safe for you right now?”

“Talking….” You swallow, “maybe touch?”

Satori nods quickly in understanding as he slowly moves his hand to your knee.

Your breath hitches and he recoils immediately.

“No. It’s alright. Please...”

Wordlessly, Tendou wraps you in his arms as if you were porcelain, and plants a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck.

“You did great. I’m proud of you. Thank you for calling me.” He whispers

And when your eyes fill with tears again, you figure that this time you’ll end up alright.

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Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Warning: Sexual implying if you squint.  Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.

A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.

Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face? 

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.

Nice touch Stark.

You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.

“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.

“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”

This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.

Damn, right.

“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.

He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.

“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.

“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.

“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”

“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.

“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it. 

“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."

Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.

“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent. 

He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.

“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.

“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”

“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”

“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.

You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.

“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?” 

“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.

“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”

Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made. 

“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.

“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”

His face flattened.

“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”

So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.

“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”

He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features. 

“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?" “Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.

“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.

“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms. 

“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”

“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”

“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”

“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”

“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”

“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something,  about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.

He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.

“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.

“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.

He was so cute.

“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.

“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic. 

“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.

“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss. 

“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”

“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”

“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”

“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.

“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.

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your type - maki zenin x reader

request: “hi! would you be able to write fluff for maki and a female reader during/after the baseball game?” - @hvnnxh

summary: when todo makes a realization about the readers type, he takes it upon himself to set her up with maki during their exchange event (genre: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers ig)

warnings: a couple swear words, maki might be slightly ooc??

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is slightly off from the prompt but hopefully it’s alright! i left their relationship a little up in the air in the end just bc i didn’t want it to be too rushed but i hope u like it!

if there was one regret you had after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, it wouldn’t be a failed exorcism or hours spent in the infirmary from various injuries, no. your biggest regret would be telling aoi todo your type.

though, to be fair it’s not like you’d known that the exact type of girl you had described as your type happened to go to your sister school in tokyo. it’s not like you’d known that your classmates would constantly give you sneaky glances on the drive to your exchange event. even the famously stoic noritoshi found himself rolling his eyes when you tried to act indifferent at the mention of maki zenin’s name.

they had always noticed how your eyes tended to wander in her direction when the tokyo students would come over to train with you guys. the only problem was the fact that you barely manage to speak to her, always feeling intimidated by her confidence. though, that didn’t stop your classmates from egging you on to realize your crush on the girl.

it’s not like they were wrong in assuming that you’d be into mai’s twin sister. the problem was how insistent they seemed to be on trying to get the two of you together, which seemed to always end in you being humiliated.

when you met todo when both of you were first years and he hit you with his signature “what’s your type?” question, you answered rather honestly, in fear that he may get angry if you told a lie, or worse you told a lie AND it was a boring one.

“i guess if i had to describe my dream woman, i’d say a girl who’s confident in herself, one who doesn’t take shit from others.” you started as todo sized you up while mai looked at the ground, seeming disinterested. “and not that looks are everything, but tall girls and dark hair are pretty attractive as well.”

you heard a sniffle and looked up to make eye contact with todo, who was tearing up?

“wow y/n, i was worried you’d be a boring one, but it’s clear that you’re confident in what you like. i think you and i will get along well.” he gave you a wide grin and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug while you just smiled awkwardly, just wanting to go to class.

now todo was right that the two of you got along well usually, but that didn’t really apply when he used his booming voice to announce that “that maki chick from tokyo is totally your type that you told me when we first met!” immediately following the first part of your exchange event. at the sound of her name, the green haired girl turned to see you glaring at todo while trying to hide your embarrassment as the rest of your friends stifled laughs at the scene he’d created.

after their teasing died down, you turned forward again to make eye contact with maki, hoping to apologize for how embarrassing your classmates were. but unlike the irritated expression you expected her to wear, she instead just gave you a soft smirk before turning back to her underclassmen, who instantly sent her whispers that you could only imagine were asking what the hell just happened.

but surely you wouldn’t see much of her during the second part of the event, it would probably just be a relay race or something where you barely had to interact, right?

wrong.

your next competition would be a baseball game, where you would spend over an hour around the tokyo students, which would inevitably lead to more of your classmates poking fun at you. unknown to you, however, the same thing was happening to maki with her teammates.

“why is your face all red? do you need to rest?” itadori had said as he inspected her face following todo announcing to everyone that she was your type. in response, she just knocked him on the head with her staff and kept walking ahead while nobara and itadori grinned at each other, apparently their strong willed second year had a soft spot for you.

“you know, girls totally have a thing for baseball uniforms.” todo said to you matter of factly as you tied up your cleats.

“and you’re telling me this because…?” you replied, hoping to come across as nonchalant.

he grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eyes as he rested his elbow atop your head for support. “who knows, maybe maki is one of those girls. plus, in the event that takada somehow sees this game, i think she’ll be pretty into this look!” he said confidently. you looked away and muttered some bullshit about how you didn’t care about what she thought about how you looked before you were interrupted by the locker room door swinging open to reveal miwa.

“come on guys! we start in a few minutes, and i’m sure you guys would hate to disappoint the other team.” she finished her sentence by turning to you with an almost catlike smile. you tilted your head back and groaned. her too?

the kyoto team would be batting first, giving you some time to relax in the dugout before you went up to bat. just as you were practicing your swing for batting next, your zoning out was cut off by the sound of a ball hitting todo square in the jaw. your hand flew to cover your mouth, not from concern, but to stop yourself from laughing. maki’s mock concern for todo was put on hold for a moment when you stopped trying to hide your amusement and letting your loud laugh reach the ears of your peers. she paused for a moment, not bothering to hide the smile that crept across her face at the combination of your adorable laughter, and the fact that she had been the cause of it.

“nice hit maki!” you looked up at her with a grin, while todo gave you a look of betrayal. though his glare didn’t last long when he noticed the exchange between the two of you. in his mind he was probably crediting himself for egging you on to realize your small crush on the girl, as if he was some kind of matchmaker.

the game went on pretty steadily from there, a few stolen glances between you and maki contrasted by how you cheered for momo whenever she managed to catch a ball hit by her.

the game ended with the tokyo team just managing to get by with a one point lead. you all watched them celebrate their win, before you turned back to your team, complimenting them on their hard work in hopes of lifting their spirits.

you turned back to the other team to see them loudly announcing how maki should go get them some food from the vending machine, every so often glancing to you to gage your reaction. you jumped at the feeling of todo shaking your shoulder from behind, announcing that you should get some food for the kyoto team. these guys really were the worst at being subtle, weren’t they?

instead of protesting though, you just shrugged his hand off your shoulder and made your way to the vending machines, wherever the hell those were.

after a couple minutes of making your way around seemingly every path surrounding the tokyo school, you saw maki, whose arms were hugging bags of chips close to her, and waved to her to call her over for help.

“hey, i’m kinda lost, do you think you could help me find the vending machines?” you gave a sheepish grin as you asked.

“yeah, why not?” she shrugged and smiled.

you guys walked in comfortable silence, considering your destination was pretty much just around the corner. when you realized this, you groaned from embarrassment.

“thanks for that, sorry, i should’ve known it was close by.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“no worries.” she smiled, pulling off her cap to fan her face.

god, what business did she have to look that good when covered in sweat and dirt?

“our school is pretty confusing to get around. you know if you wanted to come around again sometime, i’d be happy to show you around the place.” she leaned her head down slightly, still maintaining eye contact with you. you just nodded in response, trying to keep your composure with the close proximity between the two of you.

“you know,” she continued, “i was pretty glad to hear i was your type.” she leaned down just a little further, so your noses were practically touching.

“because you’re my type too.” she smirked.

unfortunately for the both of you, your little moment was interrupted by itadori turning the corner, it seemed like he had gone searching for the two of you.

“hey i was just looking for you-“ he cut himself off when he saw what he could only assume was the two of you seconds away from a kiss.

“sorry!” he rushed away, feeling embarrassed at the thought that he had somehow invaded your privacy.

you sighed annoyedly, knowing that you would inevitably have to deal with a million questions from your classmates about whatever it was itadori would tell them.

“aw come on, let them believe what they wanna believe.” maki smiled widely about how easily you became flustered. “they’ll leave us be as long as we bring them back some good food.” she lazily swung an arm around your shoulders as you slipped money into the machine.

maybe you’d actually have to thank todo for making you tell him your type after all.

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