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pascaloverx · 3 months

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DANGEROUS

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading.

chapter two

A dark night, too dark for your liking. You're the kind of person who prefers light to darkness, but life has taught you to adapt to your surroundings. Trained since adolescence, you became a great spy. Perhaps too great. One day, someone tried to kill you, and they almost succeeded. To this day, all you know about the hired assassin who nearly ended your life is his nickname. That's because he told you to thank the kindness of the tangerine or any other citrus fruit when you were in a hospital bed fighting for your life. In the end, he helped you. In order to disappear from the radar, you turned to a highly dangerous man named August Walker.

"Neighbor, you should come inside. It's too late for a young lady, even if you're a widow like yourself. Your husband surely wouldn't leave you alone, especially at this hour of the night." Mrs. Johnson speaks from the balcony of her house, which is a few houses before mine.

"In fact, my late husband didn't have much say in where I should go, regardless of the time, but thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I have a commitment with an old college friend, and I have to hurry to catch the last train." you say, trying to be falsely polite and quickening your pace; after all, you're really running late. Walker sent a message after two years of no contact. To be honest, you thought he was dead. But when a bouquet of red roses appeared on your fake late husband's grave, you knew. Walker needs you.

The cold night wind rustles the hem of your dress, which is neither too short nor too long. Fortunately, you decided to wear a coat that shields you from the excessive chill. The bouquet of roses marks the location of the meeting with Walker. In the city center, there is a flower shop named W. Flowers. Few know, but August is the heir to this florist. The new owner usually keeps the flower shop open until late at night, claiming it's for the sake of last-minute lovers. You hurriedly board the train, having purchased a ticket for the last available seat. Strangely, the seats next to and in front of you are empty. A chill runs down your spine. Something feels off-kilter. When you stand up, you see Walker entering the train with a dark overcoat that complements his expensive suit. He doesn't look directly at you; in fact, it's as if he's scanning every corner of the train before allowing his gaze to meet yours. Something is amiss. You act as if he is a stranger for much of the journey. He occupies the seat in front of you, indicating that he wants to observe you without interacting. A young woman with a child in her lap takes the seat next to August.

The train is about to depart, and no one has taken the seat beside you. You allow yourself to think that perhaps the passenger gave up the journey, or Walker intentionally bought this ticket, knowing that only the seat across from him would be left for you. You glance at him, and he seems uneasy. As always, his gaze says little. During the times you trained to become skilled spies, he was always praised for having a difficult-to-read or interpret face. You decide to gently nudge his leg with your foot, while the mother of the child tries to calm her restless son. He seems to understand that you need a signal, something to comprehend the situation you both find yourselves in. So, he drags his shoe to the exposed part of your leg and quickly forms a 'T' with the tip of his shoe. You swiftly grasp what's happening.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A completely recognizable voice addresses you, and then he sits beside you. The man, as attractive as he may be, will always be remembered as the one who tried to kill you, now sitting next to you on the train. He is wearing a blue suit, adjusting his blazer while smiling at the child who has now stopped throwing a tantrum and has finally calmed down in the mother's lap.

You look at Walker, as if to say, "Fuck you." He handed me over to the citrus fruit. You get up quickly trying to escape. But Tangerine's hand holds your hand. His hand is firm holding yours, almost making it seem like we're old lovers or something.

"Honey, you should sit down, the train is going to leave soon. You might lose your balance." Your eyes are penetrated through Tangerine's blue eyes. A somewhat greenish blue.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really need to go to the bathroom." You say, smiling slightly and then heading to the bathroom as quickly as possible. Your breathing is so uneven, your chest feels like it's going to explode. You only come to your senses when someone knocks on the bathroom door.

"Sorry, the bathroom is occupied." That's all you can say before having the bathroom stall invaded by Walker. As soon as you see it's him, your first instinct is to hit his chest. With all the strength possible. But he holds your hands and then pulls your body against his.

"I know you're angry and I accept all your anger. But right now, Y/L/N, we're screwed. We're in that psychopath's hands." He speaks almost with a beating, while still holding your hands.

"We're screwed, my ass. You screwed yourself and for a change you gave me away so you wouldn't be screwed alone." You know Walker too well to know he would do anything to survive. You think about opening the bathroom stall door but he holds your body against the door and finally lets go of your hands. You look into Walker's eyes before doing the only thing that comes to your mind. You pull Walker's face towards you and kiss him. A kiss that slowly intensifies, as you explore every part of his body with your hands. Carefully you notice that he has a gun on the back of his waist. You hold tight to his neck, bringing your legs up to Walker's waist. He understood that he should hold your ass and basically hold you on his lap. You lightly touch Walker's penis, which seems to be getting erect. Anything to distract him while you try to get the gun out of his waistband.

"I know what you're doing..." He says without breaking the kiss too much, which is perfect. You finally reach for the gun and then you bite down hard on Walker's lip. He moans loudly in pain and and moves away from you. Before he can react, you shoot into the air and turn to run out of the train, imagining all the passengers running out of the train as soon as they heard it the shot.

"See you outside." You talk running out of the train with the crowd. Leaving Walker behind. But then you feel someone grab your waist as soon as you get off the train.

"I'm glad you let Walker go, now it's just you and me." Tangerine says, smiling slightly as he guides you and you feel like you won't escape easily this time.

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tfanonkink · 7 months

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REQUEST - unrequitted G1 characters/Tfp soundwave; G1 Soundwave/Tfp Soundwave - G1 cartoon & Tfp - unrequitted lust, fantasizing, outsider pov, situational comedy, selfcest technically I guess? I'm not quite sure what to put here

Tfp SW escapes the shadowzone and ends up in the G1 cartoon universe, is found by the deceptions, joins up and works with his alternate universe counterpart, G1 SW. The thing is, by G1 universe standards, Tfp Soundwave is sexy as fuck. In the Everyone Is A Square Universe, a curvy waist makes you supermodel-hot. So the fic would be various cons acting like complete fools around Tfp SW because they're too Horny to function, all while you're reading their inner monolog of complete filth, how hot they find tfp SW, what they would do to SW (or want SW to do to them) if they had the chance.

G1 SW isn't like this tho, (Conscientious of not being a pervert due to being a telepath? Just the robot equivalent of ace? You decide) and throughout the POVs of cons being horny there are little hints of the SWs having a cute slowburn office romance. The final punchline of the fic is when they finally decide to date, and when they do something like walking into the mess hall holding hands, all the cons who were oblivious to the coworkers-to-lovers thing they were doing are like, "What. Wait. NOOOO."

Author's choice on if Tfp SW is aware that everyone finds him hot, how exactly the SW/SW would be slowburn given that G1 SW is a telepath, and whether or not Tfp SW is also a telepath

I think it would be fun if the various horny con POVs focused on a different body part or trait of SWs that they found hot. Like a flier having a kink for his wing arms, someone else really into the visor, but it's a running joke when any of the cons talk about SW that the data cables are the sexiest.

Maybe even some bot POV, something like the first time tfp SW showed up in an energon raid. The twins trying to jet judo the new con flier, and then getting their asses kicked in hand to hand by the new incredibly attractive con flier (former gladiator SW) would be so fun

This ended up being very long and specific, so I don't think it'll be filled, but my brain was consumed with thoughts of Tfp Soundwave being sexy to other transformers universes so I had to write it down somewhere. Sorry if I didn't get the format right

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#REQUEST #valveplug #G1 #aligned #soundwave #selfcest #fantasy #unrequited lust

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aquariusrise · 1 month

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I feel so guilty lusting over married men. Beautiful, kind, responsible men who love their wives and their children.

I met a neighbor today... Such a gentle voice, such a hot presence... I said to myself it was not ok to look twice at his arms, to stare too long into his eyes. I must not incite the indecent, I thought, the dirty, the wrong, the painful. Because once I ask for it from the universe, it is granted to me. And once it's too late to turn back, I regret every second.

#unrequited lust #married men #older men do it better

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littledigest · 2 years

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Lesser Known Asteroids for Synastry and Composite Charts - PART 2 - Apollo and Daphne

Based on the myth of Apollo and Daphne

The Asteroids:

Apollo 1862

Daphne 41

Both are named after their Greek mythological figures

1862, 41

The Myth:

A story of extreme unrequited love/lust

Apollo insults Eros by questioning Eros's abilities as an archer

As revenge, Eros shoots Apollo with a golden arrow of love/lust and shoots Daphne, a river nymph, with a lead arrow of hatred

Apollo suddenly has an urgent need to pursue Daphne while Daphne has an urgent need to escape Apollo

Daphne continues to resist and reject Apollo while Apollo chases her, wanting her to stay with him

As Apollo closes in on her, Daphne makes one last cry for help to her father, Peneus, asking to be transformed in order to finally escape the danger she is in and to be free from Apollo forever

Her father at that moment turns her into a laurel tree

Apollo, still affected by Eros's powerful arrow, promises to honor Daphne forever

Apollo makes laurel wreaths a symbol of his and a symbol of high status (think Olympians)

He then makes Daphne evergreen; this is why laurel trees stay green all year long

Possible Outcomes for this Couple

Aspects between Daphne and Apollo in synastry and composite charts will indicate an unrequited or unbalanced relationship. Both people could be on different pages with how they see each other. Person A could be more chaste and/or reserved about getting closer to Person B; Person B could come off too pushy, trying to get Person A to reciprocate.

Or, Person A could have no interest in being associated with Person B, while Person B makes efforts to be with Person A.

In an extreme case, this could turn into an obsessive relationship and/or stalker situation. Person A is obsessed with Person B, wanting to know everything about them, everything they're doing or planning on doing. Person B feels uneasy, uncomfortable, and afraid and tries to escape the entire situation.

If the Daphne of the relationship does succeed in ending the relationship or putting some distance between him/her and the Apollo of the relationship, Apollo will still have Daphne on his/her mind and might reach out again (or at least think about it a lot).

A more innocent interpretation would be that these asteroids embody the "chase", meaning that one person is clearly the pursuer and the other person is the receiver of that attention. This does not have to be in a disturbing, creepy, or dangerous way.

DISCLAIMER: This is an interpretation from one person, me, a stranger. As much as we all love astrology, the best judgment of your relationship would most likely come from you and your real experience, not from me and asteroids!

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littleprincessfawn · 16 days

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Nightsparks

(Written 4th March 2024 by Fae)

Late night longing

A sense of belonging

These moments I spend close to you

Warmth and affection

A touch of protection

I'm your friend, and I swear this is true

But sometimes that spark

It flares in the dark

At something you say or you do

And I can't help but feel

What I try to conceal:

That I ache to be lovers too.

#poetry #personal #heartache #unrequited love #unrequited lust #unrequited feelings #unrequited crush #my poem #my words

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gatitahhh · 5 months

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I told the moon and the stars about you!

-Gatitahh

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harmonyrivers89 · 6 months

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I can’t be only one who’s lonely tonight!…….I can’t!

#nf music #unrequited crush #unrequited affection #unrequited lust #unrequited pining

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jestersvanity · 1 year

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I don't know what it is, love? Lust? A crush? An obsession? A delusion? Day dream? Nightmare? A complex distraction? or is it some part of me that longs and hopes that I may be deserving of love?

I've put you so high on a pedestal that I can no longer reach it myself.

My fingers bleed and fray, finger print unravelling like the fringe on old denim, as I so desperately try and try and try again to claw my way up.

You seem so distant, I, a remnant of fading friendly exchanges, I am still static, transfixed in times of past.

My hopeless grasp digging into my own heart strings, my illusory fall from grace.

This web of lies I've created for myself, soften the impact of reality, entertwined with my crimson flesh, an uninvited state of auto erotic asphyxiation.

Consuming my entire psyche yet I have yet to consume more then a minute of your time. Less then a fleeting thought. I wish to occupy your mind like you freely lounge in mine.

I. no longer see darkness, my eye close and I see what I can't have.

What I dont think I could bring myself to accept. Even if there was a chance I'd never take it. I would be greedy. Self indulgent. My mind already a wasteland, my human a unrepentant sinner. But what could I lose if I am already unredeemable to both God and the devil. My dignity? A futile snatch at the last pieces of remaining whole.

The grey is all I know and I'm afraid to leave my familiarity of my isolation. Trapped in a glass maze to save me from the plummet. A drop that not even the most rugged porcelain could come out unscathed let alone in one piece despite being stitched together with lacklustre gold.

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tfanonkink · 3 months

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REQUEST - IDW - Swerve/Blurr - unrequited, wet dream. Swerve has a wet dream about having sex with his celebrity crush. The fantasy is self-indulgent and unrealistic.

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#REQUEST #wet dream #unrequited lust #IDW #swerve #blurr #valveplug

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assiduoustudent · 2 years

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If nothing else, unrequited love turns us into victims in a world of villains and heroes, waiting idly by to be thrown from a great height and caught in our fall.

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lil20smthn · 1 year

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a full tummy that can take no more

an empty carton of cookies

the last drop of milk

this feeling is desolate

and people try to console it

but it’s hard to hear

because i know the reality

i am the last bite of food that your tummy can’t handle

i am the crumbs in the carton you don’t care to eat

i am the last drop of milk you don’t bother to drink

b.s.l.

#mine #i’m unwanted #im not good enough #and i never will be #loneliness #unrequited pining #unrequited love #unrequited lust

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angiedoll · 2 years

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#lovecore #heart #heartcore #new jeresy #love #aesthetic #adore you #cars #license plate #grungyteens #grunge #grunge aesthetic #love sick #unrequited lust #unrequited #unrequited love

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littleprincessfawn · 20 days

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Had chats with the person I like and it was just so nice. Just, normal friendly chats about things we are interested in.

It's weird though because a lot of the time I feel like I miss his hugs, I miss having cuddles with him.

The reason this is absurd is because I've literally never hugged him before, ever.

I want to snuggle up with him on a couch and watch whatever movies he wants to show me, I want to rest my head on his shoulder and fall asleep on him because around him I just feel so safe. I want to make him meals so that I know he's eating properly. I want to listen to him slowly ramble about the stuff he's passionate about. I want to see him smile, I want to say ridiculous things and hear him laugh in surprise. I want to comfort him when he's had a rough day and tell him a thousand times how proud of him I am and just how good a man he is. I want to be bratty sometimes and an angel other times, to baffle and charm and frustrate the hell out of him, but he willingly tolerates my nonsense because he knows my loyalty to him is absolute. And he likes that.

I know he doesn't want that from me.

But maybe one day I could have cuddles with him. Just that affection, human touch. I've definitely had platonic friends in the past who I hugged and snuggled up with and gave back massages to and there was no weirdness about it or expectations of romance or sex etc.

Well I probably need to get over him properly before I can stop wanting sexytimes things with him.

It will happen, I just gotta keep telling myself that he's vanilla (which he quite possibly IS). I wish I could ask him if he's kinky or not BUT that's not the level of friendship we are at, pretty sure. He might not even tell his girl best friends that kind of thing. Which would be fair enough I suppose. *grumble*

When I spend time with him he's so nice and even-tempered and it's so calming and soothing for me and I go away feeling all happy but at the same time it also kinda makes me wanna be such an absolute brat to him, see if I could frustrate him into slamming me into a wall and ravishing me or something.

And then I feel more than a little guilty for even thinking such things about this nice dude who just wants to be buddies with me and chat about stuff, argh. I'm bad. I obviously just need to get laid, but he's the only one, male or female, who really does it for me anymore. But still. I gotta get him out of my system.

I will get him out of my system.

#journal entry #personal #unrequited crush #unrequited love #unrequited lust #long post #long text

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gatitahhh · 5 months

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I am dying to taste, a sip of her poison.

-Gatitahh

#love #relationships #i love you #couples #in love #spilled words #spilled thoughts #unreciprocated love #late night thoughts #unreciprocated feelings #unrequited affection #unrequited lust #unrequited feelings #unrequited romance #unrequited crush #unrequited love

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thehoneyvoice · 1 year

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who we were together, will never be the same

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