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mrswint3rs · 22 days

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“If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.”

pairings - dad’s boss krauser x fem! reader

summary- you end up on your knees for the stranger you allowed into your house while your father was away, not knowing he was your fathers boss.

content / warnings: unrealistically fast paced (cant help it), 99% smut, age gap (r! is in her 20’s, Krauser is in his 40’s), krauser is a major douche (at least in the beginning), quick bj, gagging, head shoving, mentions of power play, implied that reader is inexperienced, heavy d/s dynamics, mentions of sending nudes, lots of sneaking around & secret relationship, brief pussy tasting (??), use of sir, rough & unprotected sex, forced creampie, praise and degradation, random cut off because i was about to have another 2 week long meltdown and just want to be done !! (seriously sorry)

wc. 2.1k

a/n- title from rev 22:20 (don’t shoot the messenger version) by puscifer. sorry for taking forever!! my mental wellbeing has not been.. well. if this is shit, pretend its not :3 wanted to make it long but i feel like i shouldn’t have 😭 feedback PLZZZ… can’t tell if im getting better or worse atp.

The moment that front door swung open and you laid your eyes upon the man, everything in you changed. A gruff face greeted you, devoid of any readable emotion. He was honestly scary as shit at first. Had those cold eyes that looked like they’d seen everything. You just froze in the doorway staring, not bothering to be subtle with your ogling. He had a presence about him that demanded every ounce of your attention.

“Your dad home?” he eventually questions after the clearing of his throat. “Assuming you’re the brat he’s always braggin’ about.” Right. Your father. Of course he was here for your father.

The words you try to form almost die in your throat. “He’s uhm…at the store right now but you can come back later or something… Might be a while.” you stammer out. But the man simply brushes past you, welcoming himself to your home.

“No. I’ll wait here.”

He sinks into the couch, propping his shoes up on the table. Not a care in the world. Snatched up the remote and switched it off the channel you were watching prior to his visit.

Who the hell was this entitled motherfucker? And why was he so adamant on staying?

“No shoes in the house,” you reply meekly. He doesn’t budge. Just looks at you with that deadpan expression again as if you pissed him off greatly. Makes your stomach churn.

“Take em’ off for me then.”

Silence fills the room. The audacity of this asshole to reply to you like that. He looks down at you expectedly. The corner of his mouth twitching upward into a half-smirk. There was a certain smugness to him that angered you to your core. For some reason turned you on.

But you weren’t one to say no to people. Too afraid of angering them. Especially since you didn’t know his importance to your father. Maybe he got mixed up in some bad shit. This dude didn’t seem like the type to be buddy buddy with anyone, let alone your dad.

Hesitant, you kneel down, taking the time to unlace his boot. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that you didn’t even question.

He enjoys a little power play, especially with an obedient thing like you. He could easily get addicted to it. You had that cowering look that he so craved. That look made him want to break you.

Your hands shake, fumbling to untie the second knot. “Good girl.” He coos. Your cheeks burn hot with humiliation and something else entirely. Something that’s a little too appealing.

He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, you damn near hung on every syllable. His eyes are narrowed into slits, studying you with great interest. He takes in every little detail, watching your every move intently as if you were giving him a private show. The pressure of his gaze makes you forget what you’re doing. You knew you didn’t have to listen to him, but you were. And you’d do whatever he told you to.

Which is what led to the ache in your knees and jaw. Before that day, you’d never experienced one of those ‘it just happened’ scenarios. Sexual acts didn’t ‘just happen’. They were planned, thought out. Not true at all it seemed. You weren’t thinking at all, couldn’t even remember what led you to gagging up and down on this strangers cock. It just happened. First blowjob and it was for this random douche who barged into your house.

A hand grips the back of your head, guiding you, forcing you to take him deeper. “Use your tongue, doll. Like I told you.” he grunts, shoving you back down again. You try. Failing miserably to lick along his length. Your throat constricts around him and he doesn’t cut you any slack, using it as his personal flesh-light.

“Keep suckin’ i’m not through with you.” You’re a drooling, crying mess. Just what he adores. “Make me cum.” he loosens his grip, letting you finish up on your own. But the second you try to come up to catch your breath, he shoves you back down. “Not done til’ i’m done, understand?”

Attempting to nod your head, you resume bobbing up and down on his length. Trying to ignore the cramp in your neck. You wanted it to end quickly. Not because your father was expected to arrive home soon. But because you wanted the man to tell you that you did good for him.

Focusing more on the head of his cock, your hand grips and twists along the rest, using your spit as lube. You weren’t at all confident in your abilities, but it seemed to work magic on him.

Without warning, he releases his sticky white ropes of cum into your mouth, cock twitchy and red. “Swallow for me. Lemme see… open that pretty little mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, beefy fingers prying your lips apart to make sure you did as you were ordered. A look of satisfaction crosses his face and he lets you go. “Good girl. Now run along and get yourself cleaned up.”

Only then were you able to ground yourself. What a mess you were. Hair disheveled and face soaked in a combination of tears and drying slobber, a pool of need between your thighs.

He works to refasten his belt after pulling his pants back up. So casual like that didn’t happen. Like he does this all the time.

And you still didn’t even know his name. Didn’t know how he knew yours. Not until your dad got back from the store, multiple bags of groceries in hand. When he sees the man, he both lights up and dims down.

“Krauser… Hope my daughter was good company? Sorry for the wait.”

“Sure was,” he replies simply and a feeling of dread washes over you and you fight the urge to run and hole yourself up in your room as soon as possible.

Krauser. You’d heard that name before. Many times. That same name your father cursed when he got home from work every day. Krauser. Your father’s boss.

You told yourself that’d be the last time you’d see him. That what happened would never again be brought up and you’d forget it ever happened.

Safe to say it was only the start.

The first time was difficult. Your thumb hovered over that send button for at least twenty minutes before you finally just said fuck it and sent it. Had you burying your face into your pillow, heart racing like you were on the verge of a heart attack. Not like you sucked his dick just two weeks ago or anything. Somehow this was more nerve racking.

Quickly you learned, bra and panty pics earned you bulge pics. Tit pics earned you full dick pics. And moaning into the phone for him?

That earned a visit.

“Open your window for me.” he texts, and you hurry to do so. You pace around in circles, wondering if he’s just screwing around. Why would a grown ass man go through these hoops?

Seems he was as desperate for you as you were for him.

The second he climbs through, you open your mouth to speak and his hand clasps over it, burly arm pushing you against the wall. His eyes stare daggers into your widened ones as if trying to shrink you down in size.

“Quietly, and quickly, you’re gonna get on that bed and undress for me.” he removes his hand, backing off to undo his belt.

No time to spare it seems. As soon as your clothes are off, he’s on you. In an instant, your wrists are pinned above your head, thighs pulled apart revealing the pooling mess between them. His cock lays heavy against your stomach as he drinks you in, an almost crazed look etched onto his face.

He rubs his length through your folds, getting a feel of your warmth and he has to fight back his groans. He smacks it against your clit, watching as your face contorts. Looks real pretty to him, but he’d never grant you the privilege of hearing that.

The head of his cock probes at your entrance, teasing its way in and making you clench around nothing when it’s removed. “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin?” he cocks a brow.

“No..n-no, sir. I’m not.”

“Good. Don’t need to worry about going easy on ya’..”

Without warning, he fills you all the way, drawing out a whine from your lips. He starts to roll his hips, slowly at first, before picking up pace, skin slapping loudly against yours. You cry out, in pain or ecstasy? He can’t tell. Just knows it’s a danger to be this noisy and he wasn’t going to sacrifice his pleasure simply because you couldn’t take him. Again, his hand clasps over your mouth, muffling your sweet cries as he continues to roughly rut into you.

“Wanna get caught, hm?” he asks, shooting a warning glare down at you. You rapidly shake your head no, blinking back the tears that sting your eyes. “Then be a good girl, and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Hypocrite. He’s groaning and grunting up a storm, getting lost in the feeling of being inside you. You can tell by the way his face scrunches up all ugly that he’s already close. Every thrust, your headboard hits the wall. The wall separating your room from your father’s.

Krauser feels himself nearing his end, beginning to pull out. But you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him inside. He has no strength left, his warm, white ropes spurt into you, seemingly having no end. Your walls contract around him, completely milking him for all he has.

His breaths come out, hot and husky against your sweat glistening skin. And he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out.

“You on birth control?” he mumbles out, trying to bring himself back to reality. When you confirm, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief and is able to relax his heart rate a bit.

That is, until you both hear the sound of the floor creaking outside of your bedroom in the hallway.

He’s quick to pull his pants back up, and take his leave. But he stops a moment, leaning down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “I’ll text you. I’ll get us a reservation soon.” His lips press to the side of your cheek, lingering a second or two before he rushes out.

Less than 24 hours after, and you receive a phone call, informing you of where to meet him. You feel a but guilty, knowing he’s given your father more hours just so you can get away with this while he’s away at work. But this isn’t something you’d give up easily.

You beat him there, first to get the keys to the room reserved for two. It’s a pretty decent place, not the type you see in those movies where they’re having an affair. Krauser was head of a corporation, after all. Of course he was loaded.

The key twists along with the doorknob and you let yourself into the room. Spacious for only one bed. Almost the size of a studio apartment. Well, not quite that big. But still impressive.

You flop down on the bed, taking your shoes, socks and everything else off. You were ready this time. You lie naked on the bed, confident in waiting for him.

The knob twists again, and your confidence is instantly revoked, replaced with that nervous feeling once more. You shame yourself for it, but that’s what he liked about you anyway.

“I’m off for the rest of the day, sweetheart.” his hands work at unlooping the tie around his neck as he makes his way toward the bed in the middle of the room. He sees you waiting, and the blood immediately rushes down south. His pants start to feel a tad too tight. Suffocatingly tight.

Something about you simply made him weak. He couldn’t control himself, and nor could you. You could see the hunger in his eyes. The way he looked at you was like a starved wolf, about to trap its prey between its teeth.

“Waitin’ long?” he grins, removing the rest of his restraints. “I promise, I’ll make sure it’s worth all the trouble.”

His hands pry your legs apart, and his face lowers to your cunt. His nose nudges your clit, his tongue teasing your opening. “So wet already… been thinking about me?”

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 1 year

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I’m Here, Right Here Pt. 1

(Harry Styles x Implied Bi!Fem!reader)

My take from when I first listened to satellite!

Y/N is Jeff's assistant and Harry's best friend. She's been in and out of relationships for one reason or another and is upset. Harry is hopelessly in love with her and she is too blind to see it.

Dating while traveling is not for the weak..

After yet another failed date, I return to my hotel room to find Harry propping himself against my door. He turns his attention to me and smiles when he sees me.

"Hey! Was looking for you. Thought you might want to get some dinner? Sushi and a movie? Haven't done that in a while.."

I sigh and frown, shaking my head as I unlock my door, Harry following me inside.

"That's really sweet, H, but not tonight. I'm honestly exhausted and all I want to do is shower and crash. Rain check? I promise we'll do it tomorrow."

He frowns before nodding.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

I sniffle as I pull off my makeup, trying not to cry.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong! Like this guy! His name was Todd... It seemed like we had a lot in common but halfway through dinner, he saw my tattoos and he started scolding me. Then he proceeded to tell me what I was doing wrong in my life, starting with my career choice-."

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head as he collapses on my bed.

"What? You want to be a music producer. I'd say you're heading in the right direction."

I groan and start to pull off my jewelry.

"No, because apparently, that's not a good career for a wife. Like, as if dude! I want things for myself. Im not gonna be some stay at home wife popping out babies, you know? H...Harry, are you listening to me?"

He doesn't answer but he lifts his hand up and gives me a thumbs up. I sigh and change my clothes in the bathroom before coming out and plopping on my stomach next to him.

"What do you think I should do, H?"

He sighs and he's quiet for a minute, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

"You could stop... Take a break from dating."

I groan and plop my head into the bed.

"I'm not getting any younger! I want things sure, but I want to be happy too!"

He sits up, finally looking down into my eyes, a serious look on his face.

"Aren't you though? You've got all your friends. You've told me time and time again that the perfect one for me will come when I least expect it. So why not try taking your own advice?"

With that, he gets up and heads to the door. I frown, quickly getting up from the bed and chasing after him. I give him a pout and he sighs.

He gives me a small hug and leaves my room, not saying another word.

As promised, the next night, we get sushi and watch some movies. As I stuff my face with California Rolls, Harry continues to ramble.

"You've gone on a date almost every stop we've been on! Who does that?!"

He laughs and I can't help but shrug.

"Someone who just doesn't have any luck, I guess? Every date I've been on... No one really seems to stick out. And it's not like I'm not keeping my options open! But it's just... I don't know."

He nods in understanding before popping a California roll in his mouth.

"Are you gonna sue the dating apps like in that movie? What was it.. Love Guaranteed?"

I snort and choke on my food a little before shaking my head.

"No! That's just a movie! As if I'd meet some attractive lawyer and fall in love! Crazy talk! And what about you, Mr. Pop Star? You've been single for a while. Where's your love life going?"

He doesn't look at me but he shrugs.

"Dunno. Just kind of focusing on my music right now. Figured I've got time, right? No use in worrying."

He drops the topic and we hang out for the rest of the night. For the next week, Harry seems pretty quiet around me, and I'm not really sure why. Mr. Azoff gave me the night off, even though there's a show.

I had originally planned to go on a date, but my date cancelled, so I decide to watch the show. I stand next to Mr. Azoff as I watch Harry go up on stage.

"Why are you still here? Thought you had a hot date?"

I shake my head with a sigh, holding my sweater close to me.

"Cancelled on me. Thought I might enjoy watching him without having to run around for once."

He nods with a small smile. It's quiet for a minute between the two of us, until he says something I wasn't expecting.

"I've noticed you've been going on dates a lot... At least once every stop, if not more."

My eyes widen and I try to defend myself.

"Mr. Azoff-."

He frowns and shakes his head.

"Y/N, I'm not saying this as your boss. I'm saying this as your friend. You do it in your down time but we're all just a bit worried about you. This has to be a lot on you. Just... Talk to someone about it, okay? If you're doing it because you feel alone, don't. You have so many people who care about you. So just... Take it easy, okay?"

I nod and turn my attention back to the stage. Watching Harry up there.. No matter how many times I watch, he's always so captivating. I can't take my eyes off him...

After the show is over, Harry quickly takes a shower. I run out, offering to grab coffee for the band. When I come back, I get echos of thank you's and when I give Harry his coffee, he gives me a look of shock.

"Thought you had a date tonight? What are you doing here?"

He takes the coffee from my hand and I plop down next to him on the sofa, slipping off my heels before resting my feet on the coffee table.

"A bust. Yet again. Maybe next time will work, right? Aren't you the one always telling me to be optimistic?"

He's quiet and he simply stands up before he turns to face me, a look of anger on his face.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Y/N? You come to me every time, crying for one reason or another how it didn't work out and you're so sad that you're alone! Did you ever think that maybe you're not alone?!"

I stand up and cross my arms, looking straight at him.

"Harry, you don't know what it's like! People like you! I have to work my ass off to make sure I'm appealing to others! I want more! I want love! Don't you get that?"

He shakes his head and walks to the door before turning around to face me again.

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe I might love you?! That watching you go on date after date is killing me?!"

My eyes widen and I stutter.

"H-Harry.."

He shakes his head once again, and stares straight into my eyes.

"It's always round and round with you! Like a fucking satellite! I'm just- I'm done Y/N. I've tried. For months. But I'm done."

He doesn't say another word as he leaves and I fall onto the couch, tears starting to fall down my face.

He was right there?

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hiii can I plz request a tangerine x soft/femreader where they’re on a cute date at a nice restaurant and they’re having a great time. Tangerine gets up to go use the restroom and while he’s gone some musty crusty dude who probably looks like a divorced Librarian walks up to reader and harasses her. Reader doesn’t know what to do since she’s more of the quiet and shy type and then tangerine (who is fuming when he sees some Walmart wearing dude yelling at his girlfriend) punches him and starts a fight. Meanwhile the reader trying to stop it cause her anxiety can’t take any more of this when the crusty dude accidentally ends up punching reader. Now she’s basically crying and tangerine quickly stops throwing hands and gets her out of there. (Obviously he’s gonna kill that guy some other time but yk he’s an amazing boyfriend so) then they get home, tangerine apologizes and takes care of reader, and she ends up falling asleep while cuddling w/ him.! Although tangerine is loving this moment they’re sharing, he can’t stop thinking about just how much pain he’s gonna inflict on the crusty dude. Sorry for this being so long and thanks! 😅

hii!! the way you described it made me giggle😭 i love stuff like this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌

uncomfortable encounter

tangerine x f reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: reader gets hits and hit on, little bit of violence- just him being protective for his girl

a/n: this was in my drafts, im not back from my break just yet. I just felt bad and wanted to give you all something

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Every couple of weeks, Tangerine would take you out on a cute little date of your choice. He’d do the whole get-up; dressing up nice, buying you flowers, opening your door, anything to make you feel like a princess. He would always be chivalrous but during your dates, he’d go the extra mile to show you how much he loved and appreciated you.

For this date you had decided on a quaint pub by the river, specifically choosing it for its calm and serenity that Tangerine desperately needed after his week at work. Enjoying each other’s company as you both indulged on your dessert, chatting and sharing playful remarks throughout the entirety of the evening.

Everything was all flowing perfectly, you were gossiping about your job while you finished your drinks, both occasionally gazing out at the swan-filled stream that your table was overlooking.

He places down his glass and picks up your hand, pecking a sweet kiss on the back of it before excusing himself to the toilets. “I’ll be right back.”

“No problem.” You smile, taking another sip from your drink as you watch him walk away.

Turning your attention to the bay window, looking out at the view, your eyes darting as they watch over the birds and wildlife.

“That was quick.” You grin, turning around when you feel a presence behind you. “I’m sorry— I thought you were someone else.” You wryly smile as you apologised to the stranger.

“No problem, sweet cheeks.” He grins, causing a shudder-like feeling over your whole body. “Feeling lonely?”

You didn’t enjoy talking, especially if it was to a stranger that made you feel wildly uncomfortable. You didn’t really know how to respond, just awkwardly smiling as you try to distract yourself by playing with your straw.

“You not like me or something? … that’s not what your lips are telling me.” Nodding down to your mouth, noticing the way you were biting the bottom lip. You weren’t biting them provocatively, it was just something you did when you were anxious, harmlessly chewing on your bottom lip to deter you from thinking about your nerves.

“You’re cute.” He smirks, brushing over his greasy hair. “Let me buy you a drink, and maybe the more you drink… the more you might wanna come home with me.” Stroking over the sleeves of your upper arm, staring down at you.

Flinching at his uncalled touch, waiting impatiently for your boyfriend to return.

The man trails his dirty hands over the fabric, breathing heavily with his mouth open, itching his stubby fingers lower.

You felt stuck, it was as if you were paralysed in fear. When you hear the familiar voice of Tangerine yell “Oi” from across the pub, it felt like you could finally breathe again. “What the fuck you doing?” He grits, yanking on the back of the man’s collar to pull him away.

“Hey, man. Nothing. She was practically begging for it.” He groans, stroking his throat.

“Excuse me?” Tangerine grimaces, his eyes displaying nothing but fury as he looked at the man. “What did you just say?” His words were slow and taunting.

“Nothing— nothing.” He stammers, trying to back away.

You knew where this was heading, you’d seen this a dozen times before. You could tell by your boyfriend’s furrowed brows and contorted face that he was about to do something. Something aggressive.

“Say it again.” He whispers, his demeanour nothing but cold and rigid. “Go on.” Provoking him as he tightens his grip on the man’s t-shirt.

“N—no.” Shaking his head, looking at you with hateful eyes.

He grips the man’s face, holding his cheeks tight as he forces his gaze away from you. “And why’s that?”

“What you gonna do? Huh? Cause a bigger scene? We’re in a pub for fucks sake.” He snarks, his features suddenly shift and grow taunting.

Tangerine takes the bait and lands a firm solid punch to the side of the man’s face. Hitting him repeatedly until the man stumbles back, flailing his erratic arms as he landed unsuccessful strikes on your boyfriend.

“Hey.” You say softly, looking nervously around the room. Eyes dart between the two in fear as you make a step towards them, speaking a little louder than before. “Come on, that’s enough.”

The man momentarily sends a scowl your way before wavering a wide lunge that accidentally catches you across the cheek in the process. Tangerine immediately drops the man to the floor and rushes to your side, his hands now tender and soft as he cups your jaw. His worried eyes searching your face, honing in on your tear-filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry… are you okay? Are you hurt?” He questions, his tone scared and rushed.

Nodding with uncertainty, he carefully takes your hand, holding it in his as he leads you away from the man on the floor. He picks up your bag in his spare hand as he leads you out of the pub, guiding you through the crowd of people that were circling around.

“I shouldn’t have done that…“ he says regretfully, searching your face. “I’m so sorry.” Smiling painfully as he wipes his thumbs under your eyes, delicately swiping away your tears. “How bad does it hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You lie, burying your face in his chest. Hugging him tight.

He sighs, resting his chin on the top of your head as he wraps his arms tighter around you, comfortingly stroking your back as you stood under the fairy lights of the smoking area. “People are coming… let’s get you home.” He says softly, slowly separating from your embrace.

Nodding your head as you sniffled, allowing him to take your hand and lead you to his car.

The journey home was pretty quiet, with occasional sniffles and ‘you okay?’ diluting the silence. Spending the majority of the way home with your eyes glued to the floor of the car.

Once you get back home, he immediately sets you atop the kitchen counter, standing between your legs as he gently holds a bag of frozen peas to the sore parts of your face. His free hand carefully stroking over the other side of your face.

After a little while, the swelling starts to go down, so he changes you into his hoodie and pyjama bottoms that he was warming up on the radiator for you. Dressing you before carrying you into the living room and laying you down on the sofa.

He returns shortly after with two teas, a pack of biscuits and your favourite blanket. Snuggling beside you as he cocoons your head in his bicep, holding you close while he flicks through the channels on the tv. He glances down at you, watching your eyes flutter while they attempt to stay open.

He knew he should be enjoying this quiet moment with you, but once he notices the growing red patch on your face that was lit up from the tv, he couldn’t help but plan exactly how he was going to get this man to pay. It wasn’t solely the fact that another man touched you, hit you even. It was because of how uncomfortable and uneasy he made you, how strained your features were when the man looked at you. How frightened this man made you feel.

Tangerine would do anything for you, he’d kill for you. And that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

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valentine-writes · 9 months

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Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

#the spot atsv #the spot #atsv x reader #the spot x reader #the spot x y/n #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #BRO ITZ SO HARD TO TAG FOR HIM IM GONNA ANWKJWEIJE?!!]^{>]*]%#ok im normal again

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2012aura · 1 year

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set up !

summary : continuation of free treats.

warning : disgusting fluff.

pairing : college!ellie williams x black!reader

it had been a couple days since ellie had requested your "finsta" account and you finally decided to post just because. you had recently hung out with dina and another friend from campus and she took some photos of you all during the day, so you just had to post them.

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dinawina pls come over i’m BORED! & ellie is hereee!

> blackmacmiller GET OUT MY CMMTS!

jjessiemessy COME OVER IM WITH DINA!

> blackmacmiller are you guys lying rn …

> dinawina no ….

no matter if they were lying you were already packing your bag full of clothes, face masks, and snacks. you tied your hair into a quick puff, not caring how messy it looked and started on your way to dina's dorm room which was only a couple minutes away. you arrived on side b in under five minutes, scanning your keycard on the door and letting yourself in. you walked up the stairs to dina and ellie's dorm and quickly knocked on the door. you heard giggling and running to the door and dina answered it a few seconds later. "beating the poor allegations, cmon now!" dina laughed as she let you in, letting you instantly become at home with the two other familiar faces. you said a quick hello to ellie and jessie, as they sat on the floor playing some video game on the tv. this was nice, everyone just hung around and was friendly, and you could use a break from reality. you emptied your bag out on dina's bed, the snacks you bought falling to the side. "guess what i bought guys," you said with a huge smile on your face.

"ALCOHOL?" jessie yelled, rising to her feet and taking huge steps towards you. "no idiot, i bought baked goods from the shop! they let me take leftovers home today!" you said excitedly as you unpacked the goodies while walking over to the coffee table that was placed in the middle of the room. went back over to the bed, grabbing the shorts and tank top you bring to change into, just to make yourself a little more comfortable. you stripped right there in front of them, it wasn't weird between you, dina, and jessie to just strip and ellie was too distracted by the game to notice. but out of the corner of her eyes, she could see you sliding the shorts up your legs and placing the tank over your head and down your torso. she wouldn't mention it though, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"alright party people, LET'S EAT!" you yelled excitedly, grabbing a fruit tart from the nicely placed baked goods. letting the fruit and dough fill your mouth with its amazing flavor, "you know last week, i worked overtime to help the night shift! it was so fucking fun" you sounded muffed because of the tart still in your mouth, but you dragged the end of your sentence on. "oh my god, does that mean you got to work with the cute junior?" jessie squealed, picking a chocolate muffin from the table and taking a bite. "you mean sam, the guy whos like my cousin? gross jess ... just gross but yes i worked with samual." you jokingly said, watching as dina laughed at jessie. "hey at least i want a dude, you two cant pick someone for the life of you!" jessie defended, letting a sly smirk rise to her lips.

"i see why they call you jessie messy now," dina laughed as her head came crashing on your shoulder, you pushed her off with a shove. making her push you back, you enjoyed this, the unity between you all. you could see ellie grabbing a fruit tart too, her eyes widening with how good it was, "shit i might have to go to bushes more often! this shit is good!" ellie exclaimed, making you all fall into another fit of laughter. "I'm glad you like it ellie, and hey if you come by more often i can slide you more free treats," you said as you smiled at her. jessie and dina made gagging and kissing sounds as you both spoke. you hit the back of their heads, "shut up guys, omg let's do face masks, i bought so many!" you got up and ran towards the bed, grabbing the face masks and then running back.

you laid them all out on the floor, letting the girls pick which one they wanted. dina chose a blueberry-themed one, jessie an apple one, ellie chose the orange and you were left with strawberry. "we are gonna look like ten-year-olds, that's so funny!" you said as you opened the package. you placed the mask on your face and smoothed it with your fingers, and so did the rest of them. "jessie move over, i wanna play too" you said taking the controller from near her feet, they were playing mario cart. "i claim princess peace ellie, don't try to be slick," you said, moving the curls that were now stuck down to your forehead. "alright princess, looks like I'm going with mario,' ellie joked as she took another bite of the nearly gone tart.

by this point you both were six rounds in, jessie and dina were gossiping as you kept beating ellie in this childish game. "damn mario, what happened, ain't you supposed to win?" you joked, elbowing her softly to try to distract her. "cant with those hyenas back there gagging on air" that made you laugh so hard you let go of the controller, letting ellie become first place again. dina and jessie now laughing with you, you realized what ellie had done. oh that sly bastard, "cheater!" you yelled as you grabbed the pillow from behind you and hit her head. making her raise her hands in defense, "i am no such thing!" she yelled back, moving the pillow swiftly and refocusing her character. that's how most of your night was spent, eating baked goods and a bunch of junk and playing stupid video games.

"guys we should play a game, TOGETHER!" dina made sure to include that, making you and ellie's small talk stop and focus on them. "okay d, whatcha got in mind?" ellie said as she scooted closer to the pair, and you did the same. "truth or dare," jessie said evilly, letting a sneaky smirk onto her face. you and ellie both groaned, letting out a mixture of fine's and okay's as you all sat in the circle. your and ellie's knees touched, you never really noticed but ellie was buff. her arms and thighs were muscly, like some sort of eighties eye candy, and you wanted the bait. "okay ill ask first, ms. strawberry shortcake over there, truth or dare." you thought for a second, no matter what, they would lead the question to ellie somehow so you chose the easiest option. "truth," you said confidently, letting jessie think of her question for a second. "is it true that you are super single and ready to mingle" jessie said between breathy laughs.

"way to kill me with the cringe, but yes," you replied, laughing at her idiotic antics. now that, made a smile go to ellie's face, she was so happy you were single. "now my turn, dina, truth or dare?" you asked, patiently waiting for her to answer. "truth," classic dina, never wanting to be a risk taker. "is it true ... you have a super crush on jesse- not our friend but you know ... the dude" you made sure your question was as clear as daylight. "wow getting to the point, okay, yeah sure i do!" she squealed out, hiding her face in her hands. jessie laughed, "dina you have to date him! dina and jesse sitting in the tree-", "enough" dina whined out. "now it's my turn, ellie, is it true you are seeing someone right now?" dina knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how you would react. no matter how hard you tried, dina could see right through you, the ways your eyes lost their light quickly.

ellie's eyes widened a bit before answering, "oh shut up dina, you know that's not true." ellie said as dina laughed. "I'm bored dina, can we go to the store" jessie wined out, getting up from the floor and starting to throw a jacket on. "yeah jess lets go, you kids be good." dina said as she quickly threw her jacket on and zoomed out the door with jess. they set you up! you knew it, those sneaky little girls! you looked at ellie, "so uh, do you have any hobbies?" you questioned, moving your body to face hers. "yeah i do, firstly i play sports here but in my free time, i draw and play guitar," jesus you almost melted under her gaze, and she played sports, and guitar? you were like putty in her hands and she didn't even know it.

dina and jessie didn't arrive until the next morning, but your night with ellie was spent talking and playing video games. like a first date kind of, at least that's what you would call it in your mind. in the early morning when dina and jessie came back, she found you both on the couch, with your limbs tangled within each other. being the sneaky devil dina is, she took your phone, snapped a picture, and posted it to your instagram.

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WHY CLARITY JUST CAME ON AW MAN! NOW I GOTTA WRITE AGAIN! also this turned into a social media au quickly .. haha.

part 3

#2012aura ♡#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x female reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou fic

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ashturnedtomist · 11 months

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Keep it Covert: Ch.0

Prologue

@morgansplace came up with the title. everyone say thank you.

Summary: in which, things are not kept covert.

Next Chapter

TW: panic, cursing, force, Geordi starts to have a panic attack but you don’t really see anything

Read it on Ao3 too :)

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Morgan sighed, knitting his brows together.

Standing before him was the only other Seer Obscura that he knew existed, and they were exhausted.

“Can we just…take a break? Please?” They were working on honing their abilities and they had worn out their core.

“That’s fine, just sit down,” he gestured to the couch. He slumped down beside them, undoing his tie and turning on the TV. He flipped to a random news channel.

He froze.

‘-American government has already started making plans and precautions against this unknown threat. The leaked documents call them, ‘empowered.’

Morgan leaned forward, his heart pounding.

“Morgan?” He glanced at his trainee. “What-what does that mean?”

He shakes his head, his eyes trained on the screen. “I-I don’t know.”

‘We know little about these people. Where did they come from? How long have they been living among us? And, are they a danger?’

———

“Shit,” James muttered. “Shit, shit, shit.”

His phone had been ringing off and on for the past half hour.

“Your stress levels are elevated.” Asset sat to the side, eyeing their superior.

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he muttered bitterly. They hummed in acknowledgment. “What has happened?”

James sighed, bracing his hands on his desk. “The Department was exposed.”

Asset tilted their head to the side. “What does that mean?” James looked up at them. “It means-” his phone rings again. “That the unempowereds know we exist.”

Ring.

“Which means our entire project could be shut down.”

Ring.

“Which means you could be shut down.”

Ring.

They stare at him blankly before looking away. “I see.”

Ring.

“God damn it!” He flung his phone across the room, a shattering sound echoing across the empty walls.

Asset looked around for a moment before facing him.

“Take my memory card.”

He looked up at them again. “What?”

“Take my memory card.” They repeat. “Or at least make a copy. That way, if they shut me down, you will at least have a way to put my memories somewhere else. Maybe you could make me again. Somehow.”

A glimmer of their old personality shone in their eyes. James swallowed thickly. “Okay…okay. We can-we can do that.”

———

Geordi was exhausted. He’d had a long day.

First, his internet went out, and so did his cable. So he had to get that fixed.

Then he phone broke, so he had to get that done too.

And when he finally turned his phone on when he got home, he was bombarded with messages and calls.

15 unread messages from Guy

3 missed calls from Guy

5 unread messages from “Honey”

2 missed calls from “Honey”

1 missed call from Cutie

1 unopened voicemail from Cutie

His stomach dropped. What happened?

Cutie hadn’t contacted him in weeks, let alone Guy’s partner. They were friends, sure, but not that good of friends.

Geordi swallowed thickly as he opened his messages

Guy

dude

where are you

have you read the news

do it asap

wait

maybe dont

well it might be better if you do

honey says you should

but idk

just do it

please

and dont panic

unless you heard something from them

then maybe you can panic

im definitely panicking

“Honey”

Read the news. Now.

I don’t care what you’re doing.

This is more important.

Ignore Guy. He’s in a bad headspace right now.

Check the news.

Geordi scrambled to open his news app. His eyes scanned the screen until he found what they could be talking about.

Friends or Foes? Who are these ‘empowereds?’

Geordi almost dropped his phone. He quickly scanned through the article, his heart rate picking up with every word he read. He felt like he was going to be sick.

He quickly checked his voicemail.

‘U-um, hey Geordi, I know I haven’t checked in in awhile but-‘

Something cuts them off. They sound like they’re crying.

‘S-sorry about that. Um, anyway, I just wanted to get this message out to you in case you don’t hear from me for awhile. I’m sure you’ve seen the news.’

Geordi bit his lip. So that’s what this was about.

‘I lost my job! Well, I think I did. Things are kind of a mess over here-’

Their voice cuts out.

‘-don’t know what’s gonna happen now. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I just- I-I love you, okay?”

Their voice grows more tearful.

‘I love you and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been a better partner to you. I’ve been trying so hard to get better. So hard. I don’t know when you’ll see me or hear from me next, so…’

They sniffle

‘I love you. Goodbye, Geordi.’

His phone clatters to the floor. He slides down the wall as his breathing grows heavy.

“No. No, no, no, no…”

———

Angel hums to themself as they mess around on their switch, Minecraft lighting up their screen. They had just finished building a house for themself and their dog when their phone went off. It was David.

“Hey, Davey, what’s-”

“I’m coming home. Don’t check the news. Just-just wait for me.”

“What? David, what’s-”

“Just wait.”

Beeping sounded in their ear, signaling that he had hung up.

Angel couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in their stomach

———

Aaron pressed a heated kiss to his partner’s lips. “I’ll teach you to talk back, Smartass.” They giggled against his mouth, moving to unbutton his shirt when his phone went off. They whined as he pulled away. He chucked. “Hold on, it’s Elliott.”

He pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Flustered shouting could be heard from the other line.

“Woah, woah, woah, Elliott. What’s going on?”

As his brother chattered on from the other line, Aaron grew pale.

He hung up the phone.

“Aaron? What’s wrong?” Smartass clambered onto his lap. “What happened?”

He took their hands into his. He was shaking.

“The human government knows about empowereds.”

——-

It was supposed to be a good day. An amazing day. They were gonna finish work, pick up dinner, and cuddle Aggro until Milo got home so they could eat and watch a movie.

It was great.

But now, they were hiding under their desk while sirens wailed above them, and black military boots stomped by.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, they were talking to their coworker about their latest therapy session, and how they were going to reach out to their boyfriend again, and the next, the emergency sirens were going off and government troops stormed the halls.

They huddled under the protective covering of their desk, trying not to make too much noise.

Their phone started vibrating. They scrambled to silence it.

‘God damn it, Milo.’

A gloved hand reached under the desk and pulled them out.

“What a sweet little thing you are.”

Sweetheart yanks their arm away. “Get the hell off me.”

The man in front of them scoffs and says, “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. A lot of your colleagues have slipped away, but we have a few in holding.”

“Slipped away, huh?” Sweetheart says. “Well,” They look him up and down. “I guess they didn’t tell you how stealthy I can be.”

“What do you-” The man cuts himself off as Sweetheart disappears from his sight.

———

“Come on, Damien. I promise it doesn’t taste that bad.” Freelancer begged. Damien looked at the meal in front of him that Gavin had made. Everyone around him insisted that he try it.

“Yeah, it’s not that bad, Dames.”

“R-really, it’s good. Gavin outdid himself.”

The incubus in question leaned in close to the fire elemental.

“Please? For me? Don’t make me beg, Damien.”

Damien’s cheeks flushed a fiery red. “Fine. If it’ll get you out of my face.” Just as he went to go take a bite, Gavin’s phone rang.

“Ah…just a moment.” Gavin rose from his seat. “Don’t eat any just yet, I want to see the delectable look on your face when you try it!” He called before he disappeared out the door.

Freelancer furrowed their brows. What was that about?

They filled the time that Gavin was gone with casual conversation and some banter here and there. After about 15 minutes, Gavin came back inside.

He came back into the room, looking pale.

“Gavin?” Freelancer stood up. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Turn on the news.” Everyone looked at each other. “Now.”

Notes: Geordi and Guy are friends

Honey and Cutie are friends

Honey is also empowered bc I said so 😍

Also: this will be centered around an idea I came up with, so stay tuned.

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beauleifu · 1 year

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heyy can u make a syntax x reader who dislikes insects when u open ur requests (Im writing this because I'll probably forget this idea 🙁)

"Wtf a huge spider dude💀??"

"Im not only a spider Im a INTELLIGENT spider."'

yea yea ofc! Syntax is literally getting so much fame right now im loving it <3 Roughly 4k oneshot, i got carried away lmao, enjoy!

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You, Mei, and MK had originally planned to spend the day at the Dragon Arcade by yourselves, and yet fate always has a different plan for you. And it never fails to drag in the things that make your skin crawl. Lucky for you, this spider isn't as scary as he looks - and he's got a knack for cheating arcades out of their stocks.

CW: None!

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"Almost . . . there!"

You and MK smoosh your faces against the glass covering as Mei, focusing with all her might, delicately lowers the crane and clamps the metal claws around a soft dragon plush.

Beads of sweat are actually visible on her face. "C'mon . . ."

"Oh! Oh! You got it! It's right there!" MK gasps, pressing his face even closer.

Your eyes grow starry. "Careful!"

Plop!

The plushie bounces into the winner's pit and the three of you let out a simultaneous shout of victory, jumping with your fists to the sky. Beaming, Mei fishes out the stuffed toy and holds it out, grinning proudly. It's green, with soft accents, a yellow, segmented belly, and curled white horns; you run your hand down it's back and confirm the softness you'd been expecting, your fingertips leaving off at the thin, spiked tail.

"God, it's even cuter in person," Mei gushes, squealing and hugging the animal close.

MK finger guns. "Well, considering it was just made for you . . ."

"We couldn't just let it sit there all alone," You finish.

The dragon-horse girl snickers, adjusting her back-pack so the plushie could sit within with it's head poking out. With that, she whips out another set of arcade coins and hands them out to you and MK.

"Now let's splurge somemore!"

And you do.

It's brilliant. The three of you had been saving up all fucking week for this, pushing aside assignments and meetings and gatherings because really, you all earned this.

MK and Mei needed a break, and you were willing to accompany them. What better place than the Dragon Arcade?

So for a good fifteen minutes, you parade through the arcade, testing out all the games and winning prizes in some. Your backpacks are slowly getting heavier with all the loot you're dragging in. Honestly, there's so much to do; Mei and you race on the motorbikes that connected to a large screen; MK and Mei have an epic air-hockey match that good ol' monkie man eventually won; and the three of you get brain freezes from drinking your Slurpee's too fast.

The chaos lasts for so long, in fact, that you barely register it's only been fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, after that time is up, you're plunged into a different scenario.

It happens while you're charging up to spin the Big Bass Wheel, something which you've never had much luck on. MK and Mei are currently attempting to secure a pair of headphones at the machine behind you, so they're occupied.

But tonight, you'll chance it.

Rolling up your sleeves, you take a breath, grasp the handle firmly, and push with all your might down south.

The wheel is forced into motion, becoming a blur as it spins.

You wait with baited breath, not expecting much, but the adrenaline from everything you've done tonight is getting to you, making you dare to hope . . .

Eyes wide, you watch as the arrow points . . .

To a hundred tickets.

"Not bad," You mutter, because it's honestly a solid victory. Normally, spins land you on something fifty tickets or lower.

A smile breaks your features, which are alight with the glow of a thousand arcade accents. The machine begins to spit out a stream of tickets, and you crouch to start collecting them. Mei and MK don't notice your victory, but they sure will when you insert the tickets into the counting machine.

Someone stops by the machine, hands in the pockets of their black tailcoat.

"Not bad."

Their voice is deep and accented, slightly nasal.

The glance you spare in their direction is too quick to properly collect any data, but you're smiling too damn hard. "Ha! That's exactly what I said. This never happens to me."' The glance you spare in their direction is too quick to properly collect any data, but you're smiling too damn hard. "Ha! That's exactly what I said. This never happens to me."

"Some say machines like this are rigged," the person continues, watching you roll up the tickets. "But I never believed them."

When the game spews out your final reward, you straighten.

"Honestly, same. I . . ."

But that's when you finally breach their features.

Your arms tighten instinctively around your prize as you lock eyes with green, dilated pupils. Slowly, you stare at the sharp green forelocks that curve around his forehead, at the lavender shade of whatever skin is visible through the coat he's wearing. You swallow dryly, seizing up.

"I-I gotta go."

The figure tilts his head, pencil mustache framing his mouth as he frowns. Eyebrows furrow as those same green eyes flash with realization, and he walks off without another word.

You're speed-walking to Mei and MK's station, utterly petrified.

You'd been frozen with fear, surprised that you'd been able to manage those few words of absence.

That was no ordinary man.

That was a spider demon, and it sent chills down your spine.

MK is the first to notice your distress, despite how aloof you try to make yourself appear when approaching them. "Yo, welcome back! Something happen?"

"No! No, I just want to go home, like, right now," you say firmly, heart still thumping hard.

Urgh. Spiders.

The dragon-horse girl snorts, glancing at her phone. "Uh, dude, it's only eleven. Why not camp a few more hours here? MK doesn't have work tomorrow because I literally begged Pigsy to finally give him a day off, which he never gets. Which, I'mma add again, is not normal for an employee, MK," she adds, eyebrows raised at her friend.

The Monkie Kid puffs a sigh. "I gotta make a living, right? Besides, that's not the point." He turns to you. "Why do you wanna leave?"

No guilt trip. No aggressive questions.

He's just curious.

It has your wall crumbling to dust, and you lean forward so you can whisper to them. "Look, I may or may not be deathly afraid of spiders and I just saw a fucking spider demon and I know you understand that, MK. He's literally right over there-"

You point in the general direction you saw the spider demon walk off in.

Mei looks over your shoulder, expression unconcerned. "He's still there, y'know. Look."

With that, she spins you around.

There he is, five machines down, his back towards the three of you. Now, you can clearly see his lime green hair, and purple skin peeking through the cuffs on his wrist, a defining feature of spider demons. You swallow nervously again, stiffening up like a statue. Mei clearly notices this, for she snorts again.

"Oh my God, you're just like MK! Dude's terrified of them."

You spare a glance at your friend, who looks equally uncomfortable at the news. But he meets your gaze nonetheless.

"Whaddya say to him?"

"Before I realized what he is? Oh, lots. But I couldn't say shit when I did realize so I just shot the hell out of there," you scoff, biting your lip guiltily. It was a bit rude of you, now that you think about it.

"Well, why don't you go talk to him?" Mei suggests.

Both you and MK turn on your friend with wide eyes. "WHAT?!"

Her hands shoot up in mock defense, smirking. "All right, I get it. You're afraid of the big bad spider. But 'shooting the hell out of there' sounds a bit careless. Poor guy's probably got the feeling that you hate his guts."

You gape at her. It's exactly what you were thinking.

"Whoa. That is a lot of emotions you got packed in there," MK wonders, peering around you with wide eyes.

"Oh my God, shut up."

He grins, albeit a little nervous, keeping a close eye on the spider demon in the distance. "Kay, I get it. But maaaaybe you should go apologize, at least? You owe him."

"He's a stranger," you huff.

"Okay, then you owe me," MK puffs, triumphant.

"What for!??"

The Monkie Kid flashes you a wink and a cheesy grin. "I'm not gonna say in front of Mei, but you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Oh.

You do.

It gets you red-faced with anger, despite Mei's curious look at both of you. Squeezing and un-squeezing your hands, you take a deep breath, glance at the lone spider demon, and back at your friends. They look encouraging enough. All right. You'll apologize. But then you'll get the hell out of there. Spider demons are no different from real spiders.

Without any real conviction, you sigh. "Hhhh. Fine, fine."

"We'll be right over here," Mei says mysteriously, draping an arm around MK's shoulder and edging away. She gestures dubiously behind her. "Call if you need us, kay?"

You eye her suspiciously. "Yeah, all right."

Then, you face the stranger.

He doesn't look up when you approach him, but you know he senses your arrival. Spiders always have a strange sense. Urgh.

When you're three feet away, you cough. "Um. Hi."

The dude is currently playing Pac-Man, lavender fingers gripping the rubber rod while his other hand presses the keys. He's focused, but not entirely, as though bored by whatever antics the machine extends to entertain him. You're honestly curious behind his motives for playing, which is the sole reason you draw an inch closer.

A flash of green, and his eyes are suddenly locked on your figure, narrowed in speculation. You freeze for a moment, holding your breath. But then, his attention returns to the game.

Okay.

So technically, this means you're not unwelcome.

"Pretty dated for a techy-looking guy," you venture, clearing your throat. "Pac-Man, I mean."

He doesn't look up, expression obstructed by the lock of green hair in his face. You consider backing out, even going so far as to look around for an escape rout - but then you see two idiots spying on you from behind an arcade machine a distance away. Your two idiots.

Mei and MK give you a thumbs up.

You grit your teeth, eyes wide to indicate your distress and frustration, but the two reply with smug smiles.

Oh, those two-

A burst of noise distracts you from glaring at them.

Blinking, you turn your attention to the ticket dispenser for the Pac-Man machine, which is currently spewing tickets at an alarming rate. With an equally astonished gaze, you look up to the spider demon, catching the flash of pride in his eyes.

What. Had. He. Done.

How does one even attain tickets from a game like this? And that many? That's got to be at least two hundred-

The spider demon moves on to the next game, tickets collected.

You gape.

"Wha- how did you- wait, nevermind, I'm not here to oggle-"

Composing yourself, you tag along with a newfound curiosity, watching the man zone into another game, eyes laser focused on the screen.

Or so it seems.

He suddenly glances at you again. "Ah. You're still here?"

"Did you break that game just then?"

You can't help those words, they tumble from your throat like traitorous ropes of doom. They tether you to the ground, making any escape rout an impossibility. But the spider demon is unphased by your question. He doesn't even take offense, merely treats your curiosity as one would a child's wild fantasies.

"No. I hacked it."

Simple. Straight to the point.

It snaps you back to reality, that you still have to apologize, because two idiots made you do it and you really do feel sorry. You'd caught that look he'd given you earlier.

Like he gets that reaction a lot, and he's tired of it.

You could say something stupid and do something equally so, like lean jauntily against the other arcade game and say, "Come here often?"

Thankfully, you're not.

You just clear your throat awkwardly, which is close enough. "Were you surprised, then, when I spun that wheel?"

"Yes. You can't breach the mechanism of a wheel electronically."

You have a funny feeling 'you' meant 'him'.

"Huh."

He pauses. "Come here to pass more judgement, then?"

The simply accusation lays bare on your guilt and you fiddle with your jacket, sorely reminded of the look he gave you. You spare a glance at your friends, who're thankfully still positioned by the arcade game. Heads bounce up and down in nods of encouragement, and some of your strength returns. Sure, he's a spider demon. But he looks somewhat human, so maybe this can work.

"Sorry," you mutter, eyes on the floor. "I didn't mean to be rude back there. You just startled me."

"You weren't startled by my approach," he says, sounding expectant.

"Your appearance startled me," you amend.

Something lights up in his eyes, something that says 'ah, there it is'. A flicker of a smile flashes across his face before his eyes dart up to meet yours and the look is gone, replaced with indifference.

"Does it have something to do with my reputation?"

His words resonate within you, sparking curiosity. What reputation? "Ah- no. I'm just not very fond of spiders."

He seems to notice you didn't include spider demons.

"Well, then, it seems we are at an impasse. I came here to indulge in the many bargains the Dragon Arcade has to offer, yet it seems my company is unwanted."

You blink, looking up.

"Oh! Not unwanted, per say, I didn't come here to make you leave-"

The words grow still on your tongue when you catch the look in his eyes. Something that tells you this stranger is joking with you.

Huh.

Maybe this can work.

"Ticket-trader is gonna be real suspicious about your haul," you venture, glancing south to eye the spider demon's ticket stash, strands peeking out from under his coat. The man regards you with an unbothered expression, absently messing around with the arcade game.

"Is it safe for me to say I'm suspicious about your sudden shift in behavior? You're afraid of spiders, yes?"

You swallow, shrugging politely. "Yeah, fair point."

He nods, expecting your reply. What you don't see is that he's whipped out a mechanical device on his wrist and is tapping away, hacking into the arcade game at hand.

In a moment, your left leg is suddenly hit with a spray of tickets.

"Whoa!" You gasp, recoiling.

Another pile of bounty, probably 200 strong, tickets flowing well past your angles. And the dude just rolls it all up like it's nothing, stashing the rolls away once he's done with them. You can't help but stare at this stranger who's taken your breath away in more ways than one.

But then . . .

You spare a glance at Mei and MK.

At where they once were.

Your heart, surprisingly, doesn't stop when you notice their absence. Instead, it opens up a new opportunity, one that has you whipping out your phone to sent your friends a text.

[Feel free to head back without me, I might be awhile.]

Then, you turn to the spider demon stuffing tickets in his coat.

"You're going to put this place out of business if you keep this up," you joke half-heartedly, shuffling awkwardly on your feet.

The spider demon shrugs. "Everyone has to make a living somehow."

"True. You could be doing worse."

"Very true."

You bite your lip, not liking the dead end this conversation is headed in. With a small gesture of the shoulder, you bite your lip. "Why don't you spare the arcade the trouble and spend your time bowling? There's a bowling center on the upper level not to far from here."

A pause, as the man collects his haul of tickets. You wait with baited breath, palms sweating.

Suddenly, he locks eyes with you. "Are you hinting your eagerness to continue this conversation, then? Over a round of bowling?"

Some part of you wants to say it. Say no.

He's a stranger.

Even worse, he's a spider demon.

You can still walk out of this unscathed, you can walk away right now-

But your feet don't move, and the words never leave your mouth. Instead, you further your offer with a dubious shrug. "I'll pay," you say politely. "I'd like to apologize, anyways."

"You already have."

"If it's okay . . . you never actually accepted it," you say, smiling.

At that, the man's eyebrows shoot up, and the tiniest of smiles tilts his lips upwards. Just slightly.

"Fair enough."

~~~

One bowling round later and two cups of grape juice, you're at it again with the largest, heaviest bowling ball the staff has to offer.

Your companion, a deadly spider demon, eyes your prize warily.

"The medium fit you best."

"And where's the fun in that? You said you were a scientist once," you fire back - albeit generously merciful with the mirth (he's a stranger, after all); "Don't scientists love to experiment?"

Said scientist cocks a brow. "If a scientist knew what worked best, they'd stick with that, not try something new."

"This is bowling. It's different."

With that, you lug the ball forwards, eyes on the stack of pins at the end of the runway. Your target. Your unaware and innocent victims.

You take aim, and fire.

The ball is so fucking heavy that you have to roll it, merely giving the object a good, hard shove. Standing up, you eagerly watch the ball snail its way down the path, veering left.

And it promptly falls into the gutter, the true dead end.

You turn to find the spider demon's eyes boring into yours; he'd totally expected that.

"That's a turkey."

"Let's see you do better," you dare to say.

He merely shrugs, brushing past you as you flop down on the couch. Everyone else had vacated the bowling area - possibly the whole Arcade, as it's currently 2am and not everyone ignores their sleep schedule like the plague. Since this guy hasn't complained, you feel he's in the same boat as you. Partying till you drop.

Where Mei and MK are, you don't know. But they'd sent to texts a minute after you told them the news.

[GOOD LUCK! But why a spider demon??]

[IF YOU DIE CAN I HAVE YOUR T-SHIRTS WITH THE PRINTS]

MK and Mei, your idiots who you'd literally die for.

You're going to kill them.

With kindness.

Maybe.

Smiling to yourself, you watch the spider demon carefully select a bowling ball, slip three fingers into the holes, and approach the bowling lane. Eyebrows knotted, mouth in a tight frown, he takes aim and swings the ball off down the lane.

It slides with speed and grace, something you're seeing quite often in your rounds of playing with him.

Strike.

You look up at the score.

10 points added to his already 200 strong score.

You sigh.

"Do you play bowling often, or are you just a natural?"

"Why? Seeking a trainer? Is that why you stalked me like the plague?" He says indifferently, but you catch the underlying tease in his tone.

It has you smiling. "I won't waste my time."

"Ah, I see. You're still afraid of me."

"Why would I be? You've proven yourself to be something of human descent, although I still haven't figured you out yet," you hum.

He blinks. "Something?"

"Someone, I meant some- Oh, for God's sake, it's my turn and you know what I meant," you scoff, tempted to elbow past your companion, but you refuse. Despite your demeanor, you really do want him to accept your apology, which you've tried and tested again and again.

He flashes you a shark-like grin. "That readable, am I?"

"Yes," you say, nodding. Picking up a random bowling ball, you walk backwards to the bowling lane, eyes on him. "For this, at least. You still won't tell me how you came to be such a purple-clad demon."

The scientist frowns. "You do realize backstories are normally saved for people invested in extending a relationship, yes?"

"Aren't I, with the bowling?"

You toss the ball.

The man sidles up to you, both your eyes on the prize as it rolls down the lane. He knows you're joking. That you've amended to respect his personal space and not pry, but messing around is just something you can't resist. Funny how you've eased iup so well around him - and vice versa (he's smiled twice).

"I would've chosen something other than bowling," he ventures.

"Like . . ?"

"That would mean meeting up again."

You regard him with a deadpan look, eyebrows shooting up. "Once again, I'm not that worried about you suddenly spinning me into a web and devouring me inside-out anymore, okay? Whaddya have in mind?"

That same smirk is your reply. "My, my. What a sad little human you are, to stoop so low as to associate with your deepest phobia."

"I have worser phobias."

"Worser isn't a word."

"My friends use it all the time, and the more something is repeated the truer it becomes," you retort.

The spider demon meets your gaze coolly. "Oh? Those 'friends' who spied on you for fifteen minutes before succumbing to boredom and vacating the premises?"

"They were protecting me," you say, voice softening.

He snorts - actually snorts-, and the sound is astonishing to hear. "Well, then you should be very grateful."

"Yeah, they're pretty fun."

You hadn't even realized you'd gotten a strike. All you did was observe the spider demon's hand movements and attempt to mimic it. Maybe you really do need a trainer.

The scores finalize, ending the second round with your companion as the victor. Really, there was no competition; this guy's a natural.

"Good game," you say suddenly, glancing at the time.

2:30am.

The scientist follows suit, glancing to the stairs. "Agreed. Shall we?"

"Sure."

Damn, and you were having so much fun. Talking with a stranger really helped you loosen up, and it seemed like he'd had the same benefits. The both of you travel down to the lower level of the arcade, talking all the while. The only people who are left besides you two are the arcade employees, cleaning up after messes made by friends and family.

At the end of your journey, the two of you are standing outside the Dragon Arcade, looking out towards traffic. Thank the stars you'd driven here in your own vehicle or you'd have a hard time getting back home.

You could always ask dearly demonic spider at your heel, but that's a possibility for another time.

Facing him, you offer a smile. "That was fun."

"Indeed."

You eye his indifferent features, his own gaze directed ahead of you, on the cars passing by. A slight frown takes hold of you. "I just realized. You never actually accepted my apology."

Brilliant green eyes lock on yours, and the spider demon offers a wry smile. "Wasn't it obvious?"

"Sorry, I'm terrible at taking hints."

A lie, sure.

But you sort of wanted to hear him say it, to soothe the ache of anxiety in your chest. Something your companion seems to realize, too, as he straightens after a pause.

"Well. Apology accepted."

Your smile returns with a will. "See? Wasn't that hard, was it?"

"Don't overdo it," he grunts, avoiding eye contact.

"Gotcha. Well, I'll see you later, then," you say, stepping backwards, as if this is your cue to leave. And perhaps it is; there's no reason for you to stay in the cold, standing for nothing with this stranger. "Drive safe, yeah?"

He nods, making no move to his car. If he'd brought one at all. "You as well."

You turn around, keys in hand.

Along with it, a slip of paper you'd forgotten to give the man during your bowling rendezvous. It almost slips from your grasp to join the wind blowing by, but you catch it quickly.

This paper.

That man. You hadn't even gotten his name.

You're halfway to your vehicle when you suddenly spin around and sprint back the way you came. You spot him walking in the opposite direction and cry out.

"Wait!"

He spins around.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Now it's his turned to be startled.

You skid to a halt in front of him, puffing out short, uneven breaths. Weakly, you grasp his hand. "Sorry, I just . . . I-I never got your name!"

A long, striking pause.

The man clears his throat. "You wish to know my name?"

You peek up at him, still breathless.

"If that's okay?"

After another slight pause, the scientist rubs the back of his neck rather than look at you. "I don't see why not. You can call me Syntax. And what of yours?"

"Um . . . I'm (Y/N)."

Your breaths mix in a cloud of adrenaline and calm, peace within the storm. Syntax smiles warmly. "A pleasure, darling."

Darling, darling, darling.

Your face catches fire, body going quite still.

Then you're turning away before he, before Syntax can question it further. "N-Nice to meet you! Bye now! Drive save! Goodbye see you later!"

And you're running, grinning like an idiot, towards your car.

He's gone by the time you turn around, breathless at the driver's door. But you're content with the knowledge that you'd squished that small slip of paper into the palm of his hand, your name and phone number scrawled in pen on the surface. He'd caught it, he'd read it (on the roof of some distant building), and fifteen minutes later, you get a text from an anonymous sender.

[Remind me to thank your friends for the headphones they forgot at the claw machine.]

Oh, you just know you're going to love this guy.

[Will do, Syntax]

#lmk #lmk oneshot #lmk syntax #syntax x reader #fluff #first meeting #breaking news: arachnophobia claimed null around handsome spider demons #y'all can rest easy this is the fun train not the trauma train #y/n respects syntax personal space #lmk mk #lmk mei #long post #fluffy

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sca-rian · 2 years

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my howl's moving castle inspired au, the long masterpost:

*will use scar's moving castle as a tag for this!

consider: grian manages a family business with his sister, pearl. their life is anything but glamorous, and grian doesnt have much prospects of ever leaving his town and doing something different. he hears stories about big cities full of possibilities, magic (hes isnt sure if he believes in that), a moving castle and a handsome wizard who steals the hearts of young women;

one day, grian gets cursed by the wizard of the wastes (joel), after he comes into his shop late in the shift and they get into a heated discussion over the existence (or lack, thereof) of magic. joel thinks of it all as just a silly prank, a curse that can be easily lifted or is just naturally disappearing after a few days;

joel girlbossed too close to the sun, though. the curse is bad. grian wakes up finding out that his body has started to grow feathers. its uncomfortable and borderline painful at times, specially on his back;

after properly freaking out, he tries to deal with it as best as he can, chugging some painkillers, wearing oversized clothes and going to work as if nothing is wrong. pearl notices something unusual, tho—perhaps its grian's murderous expression whenever he remembers joel's face. hes going to kill that bastard;

the curse gets progressively worse as the days go by, until grian can no longer easily hide it and pearl finds out by the ungodly amount of feathers spread around their house. she, of course, gets worried, and tell grian they need to find the wizard that cursed him somehow, or perhaps asks someone else for help;

they dont know any other witches and wizards, since, until last week, grian was pretty sure those didnt even exist. until pearl mentions that one dude who apparently steal hearts and was around town with his moving castle;

grian tells her thats a legend to scare young people so they wont go around talking to strangers. pearl argues that she knew of a lady who disappeared after allegedly spending time with the wizard;

grian supposes that man, if he actually exists, isnt the most trustworthy. but 1. hes not a young lady, which appears to be the ones who get their hearts stolen and 2. he has nothing to lose, really, besides some of his time;

pearl offers to go with him, but grian insists for her to stay (shes a young woman, after all). so grian leaves by himself in good old ghibli fashion: taking with him nothing but a block of cheese, some bread and a clock;

he founds the moving castle with ease: its ridiculously big and it makes no sense at all, having many weird bump outs, few windows, a dramatic copper roof and many chimneys. if anything, it looked like the weirdest house ever and nothing like a castle. something about it was still charming, tho: he just couldnt point out what.

development for this au just started, but so far it includes:

scar being weird and overly dramatic, but still charming. he also refuses to pay taxes;

cub as scar's weird demon roommate, with whom he made a contract many years ago. cub is so miserable sometimes that he regrets getting scar's heart (or his soul, whatever). cub keeps the "castle" moving with overly complicated redstone magic and fire that allegedly comes from the depths of hell;

scar sending threatening letters to joel. many of them. demanding for him to break the curse. joel ignores every single one;

he eventually gets pissed and goes with grian to look for joel, who admits the curse wasnt supposed to be that strong and now he doesnt know how to break it. scar turns him into a frog and joel is kept hostage;

joel still does his best to be as annoying as possible despite the limitations of his new body.

it also includes:

scarian falling in love;

found family;

silly cliche romance tropes;

romcom elements;

characters acting like divorced couples;

funky magical men with their funky little spells;

light angst.

i want to write this but im afraid i might not have the time. still want to brainrot tho so im accepting asks! you may also write with this au as long as you credit me! :)

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #boli writes #hermitcraft #grian #gtws #goodtimewithscar #scarian #fanfic #smallishbeans #scar's moving castle

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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MY LOVEEE IM BACKKKK still a bit sick but i have been ITCHINGG to get this reaction to you bcs DT chapter six and seven was….it was something else thats for sure and plus THE DOUBLE CHAPTER?!? brings back the good ol’ mgr days😮‍💨

im going to start with chapter six first shall we…..

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

OMG! HAHAHAHA I swearrr hee was like…”hmm did you hear something? I dont hear anything 🤔”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

YES YOU CAN AND YES YOU WILL COME ON GIRL TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

dude after ALLLLL that tension in the last chapters I guess heeseung finallly cut the restraints and just gave in, kurt was the last straw 🫣😏 and im HEREEE FOR ITTTTT WHOO

the fact that the whole chapter/s was purely smut is just *chefs kiss 🤌🏻🤌🏻 like FUCK YEAAAHHH man I absolutely love the way you write smut, all the details and the dialogue UGHHH I can FEEL the HEAT and VIBRATIONS and the TENSION emitting from the SCREEN gahdamn this is a bad week to get fucking horny esp when ur sick omg

and the lines with the red outline? DEAD.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

I CANT BREATHE YOU MFER!!!!! WITH WHAT UR DOING TO ME DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BREATHE??!?!???

shit I have no words left I just fucking love the smut oh my lord

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

giving dejua vu but you are very much welcome to take me forever YK IM FREE (sorry kurt maybe in another universe)

and owemji the hella obvious breeding kink in this chapter? 😵😵

cant wait for heejeong’s turn….I wonder what he’s like….more feral? less gentle? hmmmmmmm

OKAY CHAPTER SEVEN LETS GOOOO

that smut at the first part….please dont dont dont dont…….dont stop 😏😏😏

PLEASEEE AHAHAHAHAH I was actually giggling when we were relieved that no one’s in the house just for heejeong to show up wearing that goddamn smirk on his face 🤣

"Oh hey, you're awake."

I just KNOWWWW she about to get fucked into oblivion ahh shit

our poor y/n not getting any breaks….

"......I have to go....um....I think it's best if I move out....I just..."

girl I love you so much baby but there is just no point in moving out….heebros will find you sooner or later you cant escape hee in ANY universe…..learn from readen and realena darling

"You tell me......what are you doing?......Walking around looking pretty all the damn time......getting a boyfriend and flaring him in front of us....."

you made 1/2 points it aint our fault that we pretty come on 🙄🙄🙄

"Please.......please dont......I-I'm begging.....i'm begging you...."

"Yeah?.....Beg some more baby......"

LMAOO i swear the heebros have selective hearing….its just how it is 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

"Huh.....Heeseung was a little hungry last night, hmm?"

LITTLE?!?!? YOU CALL THAT LITTLE??!????

"Where do you think Heeseung went to this morning? He's obviously not happy with someone else staking their claim on something that belongs to him.....and me."

UH OHHHHHH OH SHITTTTT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

"Please......please....I'll do anything...I wont....I wont see him again. I wont do anything. Please.....please just call Heeseung...please.......for me.....will you please do it for me?"

muehehehehehe using that charm on heejeong I see 😌😌

"Hey.....got baby girl in front of me. Did you wanna say 'Hi'?"

"Hiiiii baby giiiiiirll! How's my little minx today? Did you sleep well?"

STAAAHPPPPP I LOVE THIS PHONE CALL SO MUCHHHHH might be one of my fav scenes

"Y-yes.....I do.......I miss you....and......I.....I want you here.....I want you to come home.....come back home...to me....please?"

oh.

OHHHHHOHOHOHO I SEE WHAT UR DOING OKAY MKAYY

"Y-yes....I miss you.....and........I just want you back home.....so please......if you leave......leave Kurt alone I wont....I wont speak to him or ....or see him.....and.....i'll.......be good......I promise i'll be good......please.....for me?" you trembled, hoping that you had him.

YESSS THATS MY GIRL RIGHT THERE PERIODT its all cus I can see that kurt’s a good guy, if he would’ve been more like a samuel then he would’ve gotten a GOOODDD beating but he’s nice and genuine. my girl making the right choices over here mhmmmm

although yeah kurt’s a pretty nice boy….heebros just hit different yk? sorry my guy theres plenty of fish in the sea 😅

"Yeah baby.....thats it....move with me."

GODDAMN I LOVE BOTH OF THE SMUT HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIITTTT WHOOOOOO ITS HOT AS HELL RIGHT NOW AND IT AINT MY FEVER

my gosh the way you write smut is….just….fucking incredible

You felt the touch of his fingers gently grazing against your cheek, moving the pieces of hair that was stuck to your skin. Shifting your eyes over to the side, you noted how both Heejeong's hands were on your chest, and the other was resting on his hip.

So whose hands were touching your face?.......

Looking up, standing and leaning against the back side of the sofa, hovering his chest above you, was Heeseung.

WAIT I ALSO LOVED THIS PART, I was literally like…”who the fuck???” “ohhh heeseung”

"Well baby girl..........time for round 2."

GIRLLL IM SWEATINGGG OMFG MY BAE TRULY DOESNT GET ANY BREAKS

chapter 8 bout to be the hottest one of all

"Bingo.....baby.......sis......"

you in for it now..😏

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I seriously love this reaction! Lol but I hope you’re feeling better. Ngl after our long drive in to our trip and when we had dinner last night I started to get some heart burn. It wasn’t pleasant.

but 😏 yeah….heebros are world and they’re so insane that they DO have selective hearing. They also know what you like/want and they just pretty much ignore your pleas at first when you try to stop everything from happening. Literally like “nope!” “Good one. Come here”

duuuuuude next chapter is…..if you thought these last two chapters made panties drop just wait bc chapter 8 is about to make panties drop like rain. It’s absolutely maddening bc you about to see just how it poor girl getting TORN TF UP. *hintity….hint hint* lol I love that you enjoyed these chapters even when sick. I hope they brought you a little bit of healing. ♥️

#doubletrouble #isabouttobe #doubleP

#heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

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octagledestroyer · 1 year

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Good Omens Episode 3

I still don’t know why y’all are interested in this, but it’s more popular than anything I’ve ever posted before (including meticulously crafted DND stories and no im not bitter about that who’s bitter I’m not bitter you’re bitter) so I guess I’ll just...keep going?

Oh, and we’re back to the Garden of Eden. What’s he doing with that rock- oh look it’s God

Ah, this is presumably Noah’s Ark. Ok, but the thing is (here I go on a literary rant)- all civilizations who have recorded history have some sort of a flood myth/story! It’s everywhere- I really do think that at some point there was a massive flood that reached...possibly everywhere, I’m not too familiar with Native American mythology, but presumably Asia and Europe.

“As a promise not to...do it again.” “How kind” Crowley’s sass is l e g e n d a r y

wOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OK I JUST GOT OUT OF HOLY WEEK

that was...a lot more graphic than I was expecting. I mean, you hear the hymns, everything, I even cried on Holy Thursday and couldn’t keep singing but I’ve never seen...

“What else am I gonna be, an aardvark?” Ok but does this mean Aziraphel was hoping that Crowley could be redeemed

these boys are SO dramatic- how old are they, 12?

burbage was absoLUTELY flirting with Crowley also why does it feel like Aziraphel knows nothing about plays? I mean “I love all the...talking...” it’s called a MONOLOGUE you silly angel

Hah so this is the Arrangement I’ve heard/read so much about. Ohhh Aziraphel’s so worried about Crowley! How did it take him until the literal end of the world to figure out he liked Crowley?

Ah, Paris. I’ve been waiting for this. Dude is so OBVIOUSLY waiting for Crowley-

Oh, Crowley froze time, didn’t he? Zira’s face just lit up like a candle how is he THIS OBLIVIOUS

I mean...do I feel bad for Jean-Claude or not? How did those soldiers not recognize him?

“I like pears” oh stay on topic Zira. Also, did anyone else get flashbacks to the Doctor’s hate of pears when they were talking about this?

...even though I knew this fight was coming and could practically recite it word-for-word it still h u r t

Ah. 1941. That’s a lot of lit candles for a church with two people in it...and those do NOT look secure. Even if that church didn’t blow up it probably would’ve burned to the ground sooner rather than later.

Whoa- triple crossing

They’re making light conversation while someone points a gun at them- never change, boys. never change.

his fACE HE- gAH THESE BOYS

Also Crowley sounds so cool and suave but I would bet all the money in my purse that he rehearsed what he was going to say beforehand- probably in front of a mirror

wait, shadwell- shadwell- oh im STUPID ITS

im not even going to finish that sentence

Zira’s so scared and my heart is breaking

we’re halfway through the episode and NOW the title sequence starts. It still doesn’t make any sense but at this point I’m just here for the music- oh and that epic thing they do at the end where the letters unfold to say “Good Omens”

I’m still in love with Dog. He’s the best thing ever and I want to hug him.

Ok Adam is also completely precious. His book sounds exactly like something an 11-year-old would write.

Ooooh Shadwell and Crowley still keep in touch- and Shadwell thinks Crowley’s the son of the man he met in... what was it, 1960? It’s been less than 10 minutes and I already can’t remember

I bet Anathema’s ranting about the world is going to shape what happens in Armageddon

Adam’s been manipulating the weather in Tadfield for years, hasn’t he. White Christmas...

Are you serious both Crowley and Zira have been sponsoring the Witchfinder’s Army?

Chow™

b o y s you cannot do this to my h e a r t

Adam got rid of nuclear power in his sleep and replaced it with a sherbet lemon. wow.

Well, that’s the end of episode 3- you know, I’m really enjoying this, more than I thought I would. I know the plot, yeah, but there’s so much I didn’t know and can still be surprised by. Next post might come out tomorrow or Sunday, or it might not...I’ve got a lot of editing to do.

#good omens #aziraphel #crowley #good omens show #rambling post #i don't know what im doing

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hey dude as someone who also feels like a chronic fuckup most of the time, im really sorry you’re going through this. you might not feel like you deserve any sympathy rn in which case maybe save this message for later. give yourself some time to calm down and rest. when shit gets fucked like this, you have absolutely have to take care of yourself. some sort of treat or break or something. from experience, this is what’s most helpful for me. if you cant do it for yourself, do it for your friends.

you have been dealing with a lot of shit recently dude. you’re struggling with the fucked up food stamps system, you’re dealing with big therapy, you’re dealing with the anniversaries of both of your addictions and battling cravings because those just fucking happen regardless of your value as a person or how you’re doing in life, you’re dealing with job hunting in a late-capitalist hellscape even more fucked by covid which is making it impossible for anyone to find good work, you’re dealing with grief from losing your grandma, and theres probably more shit that i don’t know about because you don’t post about it. if i were in your shoes right now i have no idea what i would do. its no fucking wonder you’re struggling (which feels like the understatement of the century) right now. as i said last time, you’ve always got some kind of fuckshit going on over there man. the only way out is through, this problem will find its place in your life, etc etc, but really and honestly. please keep going. i know it feels irreparably fucked right now but things have got to be okay eventually. even if you have to go hour by hour, day by day, week by week, i think you can make it.

Fuckshit anon is that you. I saved your ask. I want to hang it on my wall. Thank you. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me

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psst! nina! -slides you $20- record store stan and comic book store kyle hanging out on their lunch break…plz 😩🥺💍

excuse me!!!! i am an upstanding law abiding citizen! i would never take a bribe!!!!...but if it somehow ended up on the floor or in my purse while i wasn't looking sahdhdkjs

but bestie i would have done it for free <3 i fucking...Love stan and kyle having edgy boy nerdy boy boyfriend solidarity they're so fkn cute to me oh my god aaaaa

also they work right across the street from each other so they do be shamelessly ogling each other all the time when they're supposed to be working. they also call each other on their work phones all the time and kyle is like "stan i told u not to call me when i'm working!!!!" and stan is like "but i MISSED u!" and hes like "bitch i am literally across the street" and stan is like "so cross the street and give me a big wet sloppy kiss dummy!" shdkjsa

they also totally badly prank call each other which is so funny bc its like I CAN SEE U STUPID!!! and also sometimes jealous kyle calls in like STAN IF YOU DONT TELL THAT BITCH W THE LANA DEL REY ALBUM AND THE BELLY BUTTON PIERCING U HAVE A BOYFRIEND RN IM COMING OVER THERE SHSKHD my hero oh my god!! stan is like ITS FOR HER GIRLFRIEND GENIUS SHE ALSO BOUGHT GIRL IN RED skahsd hes like that man in there tho with all the hair products in his hair!!!! he is not trying to score spiderman hes trying to score ur number sex-c!!! tell him ur closed...also my hero

i am like in the trenches of writer girl hell writing thirteen and trying to put good vibes back into my life so i...unfortunately could not put actions in it ( if u slide me $10 tho...i might consider it ) it's just dialogue but its funny i swear help!!! theyre cute!!!

...i hope this was worth your 20 dollars that ended up mysteriously in my pocket. Please Clap.

*DING!*

“Hey! Welcome to Vinyl Tap! My name is Stan, how may I help you—“

“Yooou know you’re not allowed in here anymore, sir!”

“And why is that…” “Kimberley?” *they never made stan a name tag*

“Because!” “You’re too tall…and good looking. No one will buy anything when you’re in here. They’re too busy looking at you. Me included.”

*stan winks and waves* *kyle rolls his eyes and does a sarcastic twirl*

“And management told me you keep checking out the check out guy at the counter. Absolutely unacceptable behavior.” “You disgust me.” “At least buy me dinner first.”

“I bought you lunch, actually, Asshole.” “Here’s dessert, bitch.” *kyle flips stan off*

“Aw! So sweet, bro! Just for that, you can have a bite.” *stan flips kyle off* “Sorry, your blood sugar looked low.” “And listen, If you’re gonna flip me off at least flip the sign around, you skyscraper! Mmkay?”

“Mmkay.”

“Ooh, ooh, oooooh! What is it?”

“Sniff.”

“NO!”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god?! Is it the super fucking delicious marinated tofu bahn mi from that new vegan Vietnamese food truck that parks next to City Hall? That I’ve been talking about—“

“For weeks. Yes. Please shut the fuck up now.”

“Did you add extr—“

“Extra jalapeño. Obviously, dipshit. I’m surprised you still have working taste buds.”

“Annnnnd—“

“And a Laaaarge Thai tea, sub oat milk. Yeah, yeah, yeahhh, whatever P r i n c e s s.”

“MY KY TEA!”

*holds his orange drink up to his kyles orange head excitedly*

“I totally forgot to pack a lunch earlier and everything! This is going to save my Life. Ugh, Dude, KP! You are LITERALLY the Best!”

*leans across the counter to hug kyle n almost crushes him 2 death*

“I know. And I have several awards and accolades that will back that statement up.”

“Also, I fucking K N E W it!”

“Knew what, motherfucker?”

“That you forgot to take your fucking ADHD medication again!”

“Nooooo…”

“Maaaaaybe…”

“Stan…”

“I know, I know, I knoooooow! I’m sorry! But also, if I am ‘chemically imbalanced’ or whatever and have a hard time remembering shit and focusing, why the fuck would they give me this thing I have to remember to do every morning? Like, it’s just so—“

“Babe.”

“Bro?”

“Food, drink, pill.”

“Fooooood, driiiiink, pillllll~”

*stan is very pleased with his stan-wich*

“Oh my god. D A N K.” “Best lunch EVER. I’m sooooo happy, I could totally k i s s you right now!”

“So kiss me, Dumbass.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

*alexa play pony by ginuwine ;)*

*...did stan jump up on the counter and wrap his legs around kyle's waist...i can neither confirm nor deny these allegaytions ur honor*

“Peppermint.”

“Cherry.”

“Swap?”

“Swap.”

“Cherry.”

“Peppermint.”

“Way better.”

“Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

*kyle pulls back n eyes stan incredulously...and indecently ;)*

“Hold on a second…” “Marsh…”

“Broflovski?”

“Where is the rest of your shirt?”

“Out to lunch?” “Boo! Are you seriously dissing my fit, right now, bro?”

“Your fit would not FIT an eight year old boy!"

“Take it up with Kenny! He did it last night. He said it would help bring in sales.”

“He would say that.” “And what kind? OnlyFans?”

*deflecting and distraught bc...Hot*

“Kyle, c’mon! It’s c u t e!”

“It’s a CROP TOP.”

“It’s fun!”

“It’s INDECENT.”

“You’re staaaaring~” *stan shamelessly teasing kyle vc*

“It stared at me first.” *kp scowl insult combo bc hes nervous rip*

“It’s hot out there!”

“It’s hot IN here.”

“Ooh, say that again.”

“That.”

“Nevermind, I fucking hate you.” *more middle finger*

“I love you too.” *kissy noises*

“Ew, cute.” “But my eyes are up here. Pervert.”

*stan props kyles chin up on his finger so they can make sexually charged eye contact...seek jesus*

“They’re pretty…”

“Pretty weird looking.”

*stan looking crispy because he just got roasted*

“I’M weird looking!? Have you SEEN yourself?”

“Oh, HELL no! I am not taking smoke from a dude with frosted tips wearing low rise jeans and a shirt that looks like it could have been purchased from the junior girls section of Target. All you need is Kenny to tattoo a butterfly tramp stamp on you and you’re good to go, Paris Hilton.”

“And I'M not taking SMOKE from a dude wearing his dorky Cosmic Comic work uniform hat forwards instead of backwards like anyone over the age of 12.”

*stan totally takes his hat off and wears it like a backwards fuckboy snapback, kyle starts choking help sdsjh*

“Basketball shorts and…a Batman baseball tee that looks like it could have been purchased from the junior BOYS section of Target.” “Even if it does make your arms look really good.”

“Really? Ah-ahah. T-Thank you. Your a-arms also—” *nervous kyle stuttering* “Clever diversion tactic, but Stan, do NOT start this fight with me again! I reeeeally do not want to have this fight AGA—“

“Dude, he’s like, not even a Real superhero! He literally BOUGHT his way into being a superhero! He has no superpower! His superpower is being RICH!”

“Bro, so did IRON MAN!”

*cue stan and kyles regular n daily marvel dc fight to the death*

“OKAY! Well, Tony Stark has a wicked sweet robot butler and Bruce Lame-yne just has that weird creepy old guy who should probably have his name on the sex offenders list.”

*kyle absolutely fucking aghast*

“I’m sorry — Did you just refer to Alfred as ‘that weird creepy old guy’?”

“—Who probably wants to diddle little boys, but yes, that’s exactly what I said, Kyle!”

*eye twitches in rabid comic book boy*

“…And are you implying that Jarvis is cooler than ALFRED?!”

“I am not just implying that information…”

“I am d e l i n e a t i n g it to you.”

*stan using his english hw vocab rizz like kyle look look i studied*

“Mwah.”

*stan flabbergasted dramatic boy sounds*

“EXCUSE ME!!!! DID YOU JUST THROW MY KISS IN THE TRASH!?!?”

*he shoooooots, he scooooores*

“No, I threw in it in recycling because I know you’re a hoe for the environment.”

*stan abt to ask kyle to help him find something in the stock room...i really hope its the bible*

“…Okay, w-wowz—Jesus Christ. Ky, you know it’s seriously so hot to me when you recycle responsibly, but..."

*rizzed stan so hard oh my god hes blushin omg is it hot in here*

“Hope you heal from being a DC dickrider.”

“And I hope you heal from gargling Marvel’s balls.”

“Y’know, I still cannot believe you don’t like Batman, Stan. Like you are literally a DICK GRAYSON variant!”

“Woah, you said Dick with a loooot of confidence. Watch out; people might think you’re gaaaa—“

*kyle mad as hell bc he got dusted by his sbbf*

“Yeah, very funny, Stan. It’ll be way funnier when I bury this shithole on Yelp when I accuse you of a hate crime.”

“Okay, concept: hear me out. No hate crimes, just…” “Date Time?”

*stan vana white hand flourish w the emo boy rings*

“How about…we call you in some chicken strips, curly fries an—“

“CANIHAVEACHER—“

*absolutely feral diabetes boy behavior*

“Yes, oh my goood, you fucking FIEND…You can have a cherry coke. But…BUT! it has to be MEDIUM, KP! M e d i u m! Last time you had a large you got totally cracked out on liquid candy carbonation and started talking CRAZY. Like, you literally sounded like a cult leader. I thought you were going to start having religious visions and shit; it was scary.”

*stan shiny eyes emoji*

“Then…can we pleaaaase eat at the pond?! Please, please, please? I bought a mason jar full of oats in my backpack so I could feed the ducks! The little ones are soooo cut—“

“You remembered a lunch for the DUCKS and not yourself?!” “Ugh, and Stan, I HATE Stark’s Pon—“

*three fingers in the air assistant troop leader stan vc scouts honor*

“I promise to protect you from children, frisbees, the elderly, unpredictable water fowl and people with petitions…Do we have a deal, Kyle Pile?”

*oh no not the eyelash flutter...its super effective*

“…If one of those sick, feathered fucks bites me or shits on me, I’m turning that pond into duck soup.”

“YAY!” “Okay, let’s go. Hold my hand?”

“Stan, are you five years old?”

*stanley marsh signature pout...ur litrally proving his point bff*

“Kyle, you KNOW crossing the street freaks me out.” “Now hold my freaking hand, Assface!”

*aw romance*

“Wooooow, trying so hard to hold my hand. Watch out; people might think you’re gaaaa—“

*stan like five centimeters away from kyles mouth*

“…P l e a s e, baby?”

*more extremely nervous flustered kyle stuttering*

“I—W-whatever.” “There, happy?”

“Extremely.”

“Your hands are sweaty.”

“You make me nervous.”

*bebe vc* And Scene ;)

#aw...true love #bestie im sorry this is not my finest work but i hope u laugh thank u for buying me lunch #SPEAKING OF BUYING PEOPLE LUNCH kyle remembering stans crunchy boy lil lunch order...AW STAN CALLING KYLE HIS KY TEA LIKE PLS #idk why i put stan in a crop top but also i know he looked good kyle was mad as hell and wanted to makeout abt it smh #they really do b bickering like an old married couple #THEY HAVE THE DC MARVEL FIGHT EVERY DAMN DAY ITS SO UNSERIOUS #them being like damn thats pretty gay bro watch it bro people might think ur gay bro #my sons...who i raised...myself...with sharon and shelia...amen...<3 #THEM DOING THE MMKAY CALL AND RESPONSE IS LIKE THEIR RUNNING INSIDE JOKE #kyle talks abt recycling and stans like im going to do terrible and obscene things to u in the stock room...smh

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