Originally written in 2022 I thought I had lost this completely when my PC hdd had failed, but this was luckily saved to my usb. Thought I never really went back to edit/add stuff due to losing interest in it.
Tobey! Spider-Man
How they met:
The two met in college, he had helped her in Dr Connors class and found it cute the way he would talk about science.
About MC: Change title later.
It takes her a while to grow a backbone before she breaks it off with Peter. At first, she did listen to his excuses and believed him when he said why he didn’t make it to dates. But it took one more missed date for her to break it off with him.
Their relationship:
Peter acted like he did in the movies to her. A cute attempt at dates and spending what little money he had to spoil her. It didn’t take long until he introduced her to his aunt and friends who quickly grew to like her.
They were happy to see Peter had managed to get a girlfriend, Aunt May being the most delighted out of the three seeing her nephew so happy.
But the worse that Peter’s behaviour gets the more MC notices just how much they are willing to side with him, MJ tells her that Peter has always been like that, and Aunt May just says he’s always been such a shy person.
MC begins to feel like she’s in the wrong until she separates herself from the group.
Reaction to the breakup:
Peter begs and cries for her not to leave him, that he’s sorry but she can’t take it anymore. He will mainly leave you alone, content with watching you from the sidelines live your life. He wants to desperately tell you that he’s Spider-Man but is also scared for your safety.
It isn’t until Aunt May gives him a pep talk that he tries yet again to get MC back.
Andrew! Spider-Man
How they met:
The two of them have known each other since childhood. It evolves into dating during high school.
About MC:
The more trusting out of the MCs. She doesn’t question Peter’s darker tendencies and the fact that he’s overprotective of her and is willing to believe Peter over others.
Their relationship:
Peter has been protective over her since they were kids, getting into fights with other guys when they harass her. However, before he got his powers this led to him getting beaten a lot of the time. More confident flirting with her and hides his darker tendencies better than the others. To MC he is a typical loving boyfriend who can get a bit harsh to others if they wrong her in some way, but what she doesn’t see is him watching her intensely during school hours, or how she doesn’t know that Spider-Man is watching from high above.
His Aunt adores her and is happy that the two finally got together. After Ben died, she thanked MC through heavy tears for helping Peter through it all. Doesn't seem concerned over her nephews need to be with MC unless it gets in the way of housework, school or jobs. She very much enjoys having her around.
When MC does breakup with Peter, he is the one who reacts the worst. MC can't leave him, not after everything the two of them have been through! Peter will fight against it thinking that she is being made to do this only to be snapped back to reality when she tells him it was her choice.
He will cry to his aunt and Gwen about the breakup. Gwen would be the likely one to talk to about it, telling you that Peter really misses you and hinting that she should take him back. Gwen will back off the topic if MC rejects the idea.
Gwen is a friend of the both of you. She sees just how much Peter cares for MC. She was heartbroken when she had found out MC had broken up with Peter. Both her and May were so relieved when you took him back and seeing the relationship between the two repaired again.
Peter becomes more intense after the two of them get back together. Even less likely to leave her alone after it all, and when he can’t be there as Peter, he will be there as Spider-Man.
I wrote these back in 2019/2020. I didn't end up posting them back then because I didn't really like it but I found my old writing folder and figured I'll post it regardless of quality at this point.
They aren't really in order or anything, this is just a compilation of the more completed stuff I wrote about Miguel.
These were written after I read the original Spider-Man 2099 comic line.
Not big on PDA at all, expect only for him to hold your hand while out and about but that's it. The most snarky of all of them, not hesitating to tear down anyone who comes in your way. The most emotionally constipated one of all. He tried to begin this relationship organically but you resisted annoying him greatly, so instead he just blackmailed you into the relationship.
His mother and brother pretty much forced him to let them see you. Miguel is a rather private person even to his family. They don't at all like that you work at Alchemax and refuse to listen as you tell them that you need the job, instead offering you other jobs and saying that they know people who want workers. They will only reluctantly stop when Miguel threatens to kick them out.
His brother likes you, just not what you do.
His mother is overcome with joy on the inside, happy to see her son being in love with somebody.
Miguel will probably blackmail you with the footage of you stealing from work or something. Maybe you are a double agent for a rival company sent there to steal tech from Alchemax. Come with Miguel and become his soon to be wife and won't show these to anyone. And don't try to say you'll tell people that he's Spider-Man, that won't work when he can spread the video faster than word of mouth.
You are locked in his penthouse with Lyla watching over you.
If you act out and attempt to destroy something or hurt yourself Lyla will use any measure to calm you, ranging from locking you in an empty room or knocking you out with sedatives.
She will send a report to Miguel whenever this happens. She also gives Miguel a heads up whenever you're in one of your moods.
Lyla will also find a way to keep you physically and mentally healthy. You are forced into doing exercises and a range of brain activities to keep you focused and aware. Won't force you to do it if she senses if you are sick or unwell.
Also a yandere over you, but in a platonic sense.
Miguel doesn't always go to you once he's home due to having late nights a lot. Once he becomes Spider-Man nights are usually reserved for crime fighting and looking for a cure. This drives Lyla to make sure that you have someone to communicate with whiles he's not here, meaning her.
But those chances when he is home he spends it with you. Takes you out to eat if you have behaved lately and such. But one night he came home in his suit still barging into your shared room, his mask comes off as he tells Lyla to not disturb them. His face is flushed as he pins you to the bed kissing you open mouthed and gridning against you blah blah blah
A month or two later Lyla notes down how your diet is out of whack and your morning sickness happily proclaiming to the two of you that you are pregnant. You drop your spoon while Miguel looks at her shocked.
Miguel gets worried that night recording a journal while you sleep. He expresses worry over the child possibly having his mutation and how Stone can use this to connect him to Spider-Man. Over how if it will come into puberty or born with it. He shudders at the thought of the baby having talons at birth.
Wouldn’t hurt his s/o (Even though some days hewants to) unless it was necessary like threatening to harm yourself or even him.
Gets angry pretty easily. Can lash out and threaten his s/o if they don’t listen to him before leaving to go out and cool down. This develops to the point where the s/o is scared to do anything around him unless he tells them to.
An extremely smug asshole who has the utmost confidence in their inability to escape their new home, or to even fight him off. Will tell them how simple it was to take them, telling them how dumb they are for having little to no security from the outside world, even telling them it was almost like they wanted someone to take them.
His so-called “love” always felt off. It has its weird moments where at some points he would be almost soft to his s/o, laying his head on their lap or pulling them into his embrace as he slowly drifts off into sleep, murmuring how much he loves them. But then there are the days that outnumber those, where the s/o feels like a pretty object that he pokes and prods at whenever he pleases.
Miguel allows his s/o to come out with him to his work or to attend corporate parties. He considers it a treat for behaving so well at home, but the s/o knows it's a show of power that he holds over them. They can’t exactly escape Spider-Man of all people, considering he always knows exactly where they are. Spoiler, he had a tracking chip put in them.
If someone other than him dared to even throw one insult in his s/o’s way he is not afraid to fire back. With a quick tongue and no regard for those around him, he will make those words cut deep. Not afraid to come back to hunt them down as Spider-Man for daring to make his darling uncomfortable on their date night.
If he is not there he will have Lyla watch over the s/o while he is out.
love the iconic duo of a psychopathic/schizophrenic individual and the colleague he's jealous of who he hurted and ended up regretting then had a mental breakdown about it
The new Deadpool movie has me on my knees so I was wondering to ask if I could request a Wolverine and Deadpool x teen!reader, in which the reader in from the new Wolverine’s timeline being brought by Deadpool into their new timeline and absolutely hates Wolverine for letting the other mutants die, but with time comes around and learns that it wasn’t Logans fault for what happened, lil angst/comfort lol, reader can be any gender you’re comfortable writing !
Reconciliation.
pairings ; Deadpool x Wolverine x teen!reader (mainly focusing around Wolverine and teen!reader's dynamic.)
summary ; You hated Logan, he betrayed you. He betrayed everyone you loved and left them to die. Logan felt your hatred, it hurt him more than anything.
warnings ; typical deadpool comedy, angst/comfort, mentions of character deaths, underage drinking (don't do it, I know where u live) and most importantly SPOILERSSS tell me if i missed anything loveyouokbyebye
a/n ; for you pookie, anything (i love any and all deadpool reqs, please fuel my hyperfixation.)
You still remember everything vividly.
The carnal violence that unfolded in front of you, as you were rendered helpless. Everyone crying out for help as they burned, each one surrendering to their own painful death. Charles, Jean, Ororo, Scott, and the rest of the kids you called friends. Your family. Gone.
You were filled with rage, pain, and an overwhelming sense of devastation. The place that you once called a home came crashing down in front of you as the humans burned it down. It was gone, turned to dust.
You waited, you held trust that Logan was going to come save you. Save all of you, like he promised. He looked you in your eyes and promised you that he would come when danger struck. And you naively trusted him.
Save you? What a bunch of bullshit.
Logan had walked up to the burnt mess you once called a home, where so many young mutants called a home. He was hungover, clearly coming from a bar. He rushed to you as you stared at the mess blankly, numb.
"Fuck... where are they- where's Charles-" He said, his voice cracking as realization hits him. "They're all dead. Logan." You slowly say, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. His eyes flickered down at you, his hands gripping your shoulders.
Your face contorts into one of anguish as he wraps you up into his embrace, you sob as you try and push him away.
"You promised me- you promised us Logan! You fucking promised!"
It was as if it happened yesterday. Scars from that day littered your body as painful reminders of what happened. Of what Logan allowed to happen, at least.
After that you left him alone to grieve. You couldn't stand to see his face after he abandoned you, his face was a reminder of his broken promises. You despised him.
But Deadpool on the other hand, well you knew nothing about.
You stared at the mercenary who stood in front of you, his hands on his hips. You couldn't see his face but you could tell he was beaming. For...some reason.
"You've been staring at me for the past 5 minutes, can I help you?"
"I am just your biggest fan, I'm in disbelief." He gushes, sitting in front of you. You were currently in a restaurant, waiting on some food orders. This was the last place you would expect to meet him, you were an amateur vigilante at best so you were going to meet him at some point.
"I have never met you in my life."
"I know, Pumpkin. But we've met before and you were a whole lot nastier to me. I'm glad we get along so well in this universe." This man definitely lived up to his reputation. The merc with a mouth.
"Just met you but ok- did you say this universe? As in you're alluding to the multiverse."
"Mmmmm we have so much to catch up on, you are sooooo behind on the times." He drawls, taking your drink. "Hey-"
He pulls his mask so that you see the bottom half of his face, you couldn't help but grimace at the scars. He take a sip of your drink and he gasps.
"Alcohol- You naughty little rebel! This is illegal, Kevin Feige is going to kill me." He shook his head as he throws the glass over his shoulder, you rolled your eyes.
"Underage drinking is terri-" He starts again, and you cut him off.
"Ok dude, I don't care. Why are you here." You watched as he snaps back into reality, staring at you. "I need your abilities to help me save the multiverse." His tone completely serious, it makes you laugh out loud.
"The multiverse? You're hilarious."
"Yes I am, thank you very much. But this isn't a joke pookie-" You cringe at the new nickname. "It's about saving my family, and you getting your chance of reconciliation. I learned that word yesterday."
That caught your interest. "What do you mean by that."
"Me learning the word? Or you reconciling." As he says that, he puts his hands together. God he was starting to get annoying.
"Obviously about me reconciling, what the fuck does that mean."
"Weelll, from what I know you have some problems with the X-Men in your universe." You tilt your head. "Problems? I was in the X-Men, asshole."
"Enough with the vulgarities, babies shouldn't be swearing like a drunken sailor!" He gasps, putting his hand on his chest as if you stabbed it. "But I digress, you have a problem with a specific person."
You knew where this was going. Wolverine.
"Peanut, the love of my life, told me that the both of you left on bad terms." You scoffed. "Bad terms is an understatement."
"I'm no therapist but, I feel like you should talk to him about it."
You laughed again, the laugh was harsh and cold. "Talk to him about it? Talk? What, talk to him about the fact that he left my entire family to die as he got shitfaced in some random bar? Fuck you, you clearly know nothing." Each word that left your mouth was dripping with disgust.
You saw as he started to stand up, a wave of relief washed over you. Finally, he took the hint and was going to leave you alone. He looks back down at you. "Stay here, don't leave." He runs out of the restaurant after saying that.
Fucking weirdo. You sighed and rubbed your neck, you wanted so badly to forget that day. But of course, the universe couldn't let you forget, ever.
"Ok listen," Deadpool's voice again, you looked up and noticed that he wasn't alone. "Calm down, and just hear me out-"
Logan stood behind him, he couldn't meet your eyes. You immediately stood up, ignoring Deadpool's pleas for peace. You pointed at the man behind him and you relived everything bad that happened to you again.
"You fuck- get him out of here. Right now."
"Kid, I'm sorry." Logan says, voice gentle as he moved in front of the mercenary. You shook your head and took a step back, tears were brimming your eyes. It was all too much, you hadn't heard his voice in years and it hurt.
"Don't call me that. Don't you fucking dare." His eyes were filled with regret as he watched you break down in front of him. You let out a shaky breath and shook your head.
"I-I can't do this right now. You should've stayed gone." You spat, shoving the man in front of you. He barely budges as you start to hit your fists against his chest in a blind rage. He stands there and takes it, a wordless apology.
"You left me alone! You got them fucking killed, you drunk fucking asshole!" You hit him again with each word. At this point the entire restaurant was watching you, but you didn't care.
A waiter comes up to the three of you. "Could you guys please exit the restaurant, you're disturbing the peace." He says to Deadpool.
"How dare you interrupt this reunion, they are having a moment-" Deadpool says, sounding even more offended than you or Logan should've been.
You cut him off and shook your head. "No, no he's right, I'm going. I'm done." You give one last shove to Logan and push past the two of them, exiting the restaurant.
"Why was Y/N dragged into this mess." Logan turns to the man next to him, his voice a mix of anger and sadness. "I promised you that I could fix things-"
"This wasn't your business, Wade." Logan left the restaurant, leaving Deadpool to stand there alone. He let out a sigh and rubbed the top of his head, he looked to the waiter who was still standing next to him and took his hand, shoving a wad of cash into it.
"No need to thank me, I know, I love you too." He whispered, walking out of the restaurant leaving the waiter baffled.
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You walked outside into the parking lot, it was emptied out. You took a breath to try and stop yourself from completely breaking down again. You rubbed your tear stained cheeks, you hated him. You hated him so much, but it would be stupid to ignore how much you missed him.
Before the humans attacked, before tragedy struck, you and Logan were inseparable. You took on his traits because of how much you adored him, it wasn't a secret around the mansion. He had saved you as a child and took you in under his wings. He treated you like one of his own, but he wasn't a team player. He made that clear.
You sat down on the curb, exhausted.
"Kid- Y/N." He called out to you.
You didn't reply, you felt Logan behind you. He sat next to you and you moved away.
"Please, I'm sorry." He pleaded for you to listen to him. You scoffed, rubbing your eyes and turned to look at him. "Is that really all you can say? Sorry?"
"I'm an asshole. I know, I fucked up badly and I let you down. I-" He sighed. "I don't need you to forgive me. I didn't have a chance to apologize, and that's all I ever wanted to do."
You stayed silent, one part of you yearned for his affection again. You wanted so badly to go back to what you were before.
"I missed you." You muttered, fiddling with your fingers.
A sigh of relief escaped Logan. "Missed you too, kid."
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a/n ; this was far too long LMAO but omg first angst fic for this account (psst, my reqs are still open if u wanna see more)
that time in college a guy paid me to do like 30 renders of macro falco and fox huge and causing damage to tall buildings and performing acts and whatever
Ooo if you’re still looking for request ideas, I have one!!
Can I please request a Carmy x fem!single Mom!reader where Y/n is new to Chicago and is looking for somewhere to eat with her two year old daughter, and she finds The Beef/The Bear. She’s super exhausted and has her hands full, and also trying to order when her daughter runs into the kitchen before Y/n can grab her, Y/n running back to get her but Carmy gets to her daughter first and picks her up. Y/n would be sooo mortified and apologizing so much, but Carmen is super sweet and comps her meal (much to her surprise) and the staff are super sweet with her daughter 🤧
Y/n frequently visiting the restaurant after that to eat and also see her fav, most adorable (hot) chef 🥹
haley baby | carmen berzatto
thanks for requesting this! - not proofread - nav post - cw: mom/fem!reader, single!mom!reader
Being a single mother, you were used to the chaos that mornings brought. Being a single mom in a completely unfamiliar town was a new ballpark.
Your daughter, Haley, was in that stage of being picky with what she likes. Her favorite thing was French fries, and you happened to find (thanks to a quick online search) a spot with the “best fries in Chicago”, according to one review.
Well, dianeivans392, you would have to be the judge of that statement.
Haley had also been in the stage of running ahead of you. Baby pink sneakers stepping against the pavement as you jogged behind her, you guided her inside the sandwich shop. “You gotta stay by mama, okay?” You ask softly before you place in the order.
You should have known once you started paying your daughter would have taken the opportunity to run into the back. Letting out a small yelp, you hurriedly put your items back into your purse, prepared to be yelled at by whoever’s back there.
Instead, less then a minute later, a man comes out with Haley in his arms. She seems infatuated by him, watching his every movement. You don't blame her. Part of you wants to be worried because some random man has your child in his arms.
The other part of you, the part that swears his eyes are having a secret conversation with yours, tells that first part to pipe down.
"I'm so sorry about her, she's been in this phase of running and all the books say to just let her explore but they don't account for dangerous environments for a child, and I looked away for one second and-" your apologetic ramble was cut short by the man smiling. "It's okay. I don't mind, really." He hands Haley back over to you, holding his hand out. "I'm Carmen."
You shake his hand before focusing on your daughter, pushing some of her light blonde curls out of her face. "I'm Y/N." You're cautious. "Thanks for grabbing her." You say with a nod, and he smiles. “No worries. She seems fun.” He comments.
You laugh. “That doesn’t begin to describe her.” You comment, remembering the food you’re meant to pay for. You grab out your card, about to hand it to the guy behind the counter before Carmen clears his throat. He steps behind the counter, whispering something in the cashier’s ear. Hitting a few buttons on the register, the cashier gives you a smile as Carmen walks to the back. “Your food will be out soon.”
You stare at him, about to question what happened until the blue eyed .. stranger, guardian angel, whatever he seems to be, returns. A bag in hand, two boxes of fries in hand. “For you, m’lady.”
You look at the bag, shaking your head. “I can’t accept these for free, Carmen-”
“You are. I’m not offering, I’m telling you. Take them.” He insists. And you aren’t going to argue when he looks at you with this desperation in his eyes.
You thank him again and take the bag, adjusting your daughter on your hip.
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From then on, you were one of the regulars. You’d let the other staff come and say hi to your daughter, even growing close with Natalie, Carmen’s sister, who fell in love with your daughter.
You celebrated a lot with them. Haley’s third birthday, they were in attendance. They were there when you got a promotion at work, when you needed someone’s shoulder to cry on.
Not to mention, you and Carmen were undeniably flirting with each other everytime you spoke. It wasn’t a shock when he asked you on a date - a date that consisted of him cooking for you in your apartment while Haley slept in her bedroom.
Yandere! OC Karma x Calculative! Gender Neutral! MC
VER EN ESPAÑOL. MUY PRONTO
Synopsis: You put blood, sweat, and tears into your work. Little did you know, your secret admirer, Marka does it too.
Content warning: Yandere and literally anything that goes with it, violence, hypnosis (not on reader), drugs (implication), and yes there will be a Part 2
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Scores, talents, personas.
THESE are the factors that classify the education system. Although not immaculate, it serves its purpose - to send vulnerable people into the workforce, and devour them whole. Their livelihoods, their time, and the minuscule bits of energy left inside of them.
But there are some who are born with advantages, and some who have to work their ass off for it.
I, unfortunately, have the latter. Things don’t come easy, instant, or perfect. I am actually quite idle, I enjoy the freedom of gaining knowledge and insight. Uniquely, tried and tested knowledge that is critical for survival.
And that, is how I manage my late nights. By listening to “Advice to Survive” with its host, McGregory Callahan.
Back in the 60s, he was a CWO-4 Navy Seal officer, a rank given to an exclusive few. And now that he’s retired, he humbly shares his advice to the community, and showcases guests every now and then to keep the show alive. But majority prefers to listen to his voice, which I strongly agree with.
“And so, ladies and gents…” His voice was smooth and husky. “It’s time to sign off, folks. Stay safe, and always remember…” I chuckled, saying his closing lines with him.
“Live, not die, and try to survive. Thanks everyone.”
As the radio chipped off, the sun poured its rays into my window, as if the heat wasn’t enough. I groaned, my eyes leading me to my collection of “wake-up” capsules. Tempted, and deceived, I slithered my way over to it, dropping another 2 or 3 in my mouth.
I grumbled. Regret seeped into my veins, my body woozy and tense. Once again, I stayed up.
And of course, it happened to be a Monday morning; where I had a morning class. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I began stuffing my bag with my utensils, paperwork, snacks. I could never get used to this shit. “I hope nobody pisses me off for the rest of the day.”
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“The bell. Ugh, the damn bell. Never have I wanted to smash that thing into pieces.” You could barely make out the crowd, more or less. Not even your best friend’s face.
“Wait. You had a rough night…again?” Heidi glared, her eyes were practically glowing with concern.
“Maaaaaaybe.” You slurred, taking baby steps to your seat. “Good thing my seat mate is a quiet kid.”
Speak of the devil, Marka entered the room, his footfalls silent as he strolled to your direction. His timing was impeccable.
“Good morning, Marka.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his. Besides, there were no eyes thanks to his bangs.
“Heh…” In response, Marka gave an exciting grin, happily waving a good morning back to you. How he could be energized on a Monday morning, was a complete mystery to you.
Actually, a lot of him is shrouded in mystery. Or rather, in suspicion.
Other than the weird name, Marka was supposedly from the countryside of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. His parents were also from Honduras, and he worked as a pizza delivery driver, and stayed at a friend’s apartment for shelter, with the purpose of redoing college thrice to get a degree. While some of this is true, some of it didn’t add up.
For example, his idioms. Sometimes he would say “Puchica” , “Chero”, “Chivo” - and when I looked them all up, the common denominator was El Salvador. He said his parents came from Honduras, so how can this be true?
“[Y/N].”
Then him, being the pizza delivery driver. You don’t often order pizza, but you’ve never thought that pizza could smell so shitty. You could remember him rushing to one of your afternoon classes, and instead of smelling like oil and grease, he smelt like weed. What the fuck???
“Hello? [Y/N]?”
Plus, the fact that he is redoing the course a third time. And yet, every single exam he is perfectly scoring an average mark. He also ends before everyone else, as if he has all the time in the world.
That’s not normal.
Though you’ve never confronted Marka about this, you preferred to remain silent. Times are harsh, and you weren’t willing to stretch out a hand when you could barely help yourself.
But there is NO way that you’re befriending someone as suspicious as him.
“[Y/N]!!!” Heidi whisper-shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“[Y/N], please answer-“ Mr. Dimmy paused, clearing his throat. “Actually. On second thought, please see me after class. Thank you.”
You bit my lip, letting it bleed. Fuck. You spaced out again.
“Sir I-“
“No buts, no coconuts.”
While cursing yourself internally, you decided to take out your vent book out of your bag, only to be stopped by Mr. Dimmy once more.
“[Y/N]. Can you please answer the question on the board for me, please?”
Shit, you just opened your bag.
“Give me a moment-“
“[Y/N].”
Clenching your fists, you gave a plastic smile. It was understandable where he was coming from, since he didn’t want his star pupil to daydream for the second time.
“My bad, Sir. Hopefully I’ll get this right.”
As you were busy solving the equation, Marka decided to do you a favor and close up your bag. So by the time you came back, Marka grinned, hoping for a thanks to come out of it. But you decided to ignore the kind gesture, continuing to pay attention to the board. You had enough attention for one day.
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If there was one thing you loved, it was clocks. It was nice to know how the time passed, whether it was rapid or abnormally slow. And of course, it was slow.
“[Y/N], this has happened on multiple occasions.” Mr. Dimmy rubbed his temples, exhausted from having the same conversation with you. “We, as staff, made it clear that you can take days off.”
“I’m very sorry Sir, but I can’t do that-“
“[Y/N], enough with the excuses. You are not enough getting enough sleep, and it’s affecting your concentration.”
Scores, talents, personas: nothing on this conversation applied to that. Kindness was a pain in the ass.
“And so, I’m going to ask the dean to personally give you a suspension. A whole week suspension.”
You had to hold your tongue. Why do you have to do triple the work???
“Sir. I’m behind on what I need to cover. I’m begging you, please just let it slide.”
“But [Y/N], you are three weeks ahead. Taking a week off is enough right now. Trust me.”
You glanced at the clock. It was 9:47, the minute hand approximately reaching the next minute.
“If I see you Tuesday afternoon, I will personally escort you outside. That is all.”
Rubbing your eyes, you ran to the top of the stairs, before making yourself out. You couldn’t believe what just happened.
“[Y]-[Y/N]…” It was Heidi.
“Heidi. I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Text me later if you’re curious.” Your demands were quick and stern.
Poor Heidi snuggled her books, her expression shaping into pity and guilt. If only you could just take a break.
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“Giggles, after giggles. These fucking cuches don’t know when to quit it, don’t they?”
“Markaaaa…” She snorted, sounding exactly just like he called her: a pig. “Teach me a little Spanish, no?~ ❤️”
Marka shook his head, his face clearly showing discomfort.
“Come on, we wanna hear it! Maybe we can fuck it up, you know?”
Damn that Rico bastard. He never knew how to read a room.
“I said no.” Marka ran his fingers through his bangs, revealing the swirling darkness within his eyes. “Now learn to be good little shits, I’m in a bad mood.”
Immediately, the entire group stood completely still. Before seconds later, horrifying shrieks escaped people’s lips. Some froze in horror, sweating profusely. Others just ran away from Marka, while some fought with him. Luckily, thanks to his physique he could handle his attackers pretty clearly.
“Ha…shame…” He continued to hit Rico with every punch, starting to see blood oozing out of him. Marka couldn’t help but grin in sadistic glee. “This hypnosis is always pure luck for me.”
Grabbing the leg of one of his classmates. Marka twisted, fractured, and even jumped on her leg, which was perfectly in sync with his words.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Marka cursed out loud, growling in frustration. Every time he thought about you, the feeling wouldn’t go away. “I just wanted to do a good deed. Why. Won’t. They. Love. Me.”
Hearing the classmate’s sharp cry, Marka kicked the person away from him, heading to your locker. It was encased in a shitload of locks, all of them personally made by yourself. You knew how to be efficient and useful.
Too bad Marka knew lockpicking a bit too well. “It’s been a while since my last rejection…so let’s see what’s here now-“
With a clink, he guided his fingers to first few letters he made….only to find them….
Crushed.
“….”
He should’ve been used to this by now. The dust, the grime, the dead spiders. After finally getting a fresh new locker, it was understandable that you cleaned up the space.
But you didn’t. You decided to make your old locker your new dumpster bag instead - including his love letters.'
His scarred thumb clutched the pink envelope, or the crushed up ball that it was. He could remember the time he had to go off on business, missing college for an entire week. He had to stay low due to a shot out, which resulted him gaining a major injury in the shoulder and his left hand. He didn’t mind the injuries due to past experiences, but he was…depressed. Marka couldn’t see anyone, neither be online lest he got found out. It was a decision that both he and José made for his safety.
And so, to satiate his loneliness, he wrote to you. Even though his left hand was twitching in pain, he wrote. Even though his brain was telling him to stop because of the pain; he wrote. He wrote because he knew that you gave him the happiness, the hope that he needed for this world. Yes, you were flawed…but with each other, the two of you could heal one another’s scars. Right?
“….Ha….”
His hands shook in silent rage as dark droplets dropped on to the paper. I’m sure you didn’t know any better, it was simply a misunderstanding. Yes, yes - it was miscommunication.
It was understandable, since he didn’t make it clear. He didn’t flirt with you since it wasn’t your thing. I guess the letters weren’t either.
Maybe he’d have to try something…a bit more drastic.
“I need to know…do they love me…? Do they not? Maybe….”
Clutching the paper in his chest, he started chuckling to himself. No, grinning madly as he stared at the locker in front of him, his face contorted into something twisted and grotesque.
“Maybe it’s time I should pay your house a visit, hmm? ❤️~.”
hey!- ive just found your account a few days ago and was wondering if ur alright? noticed you havent posted anything since April. hope us doing good ^^
Im fine! Moved towns and spent most months packing/unpacking cleaning and looking for a job so I wasn't left with a whole lot of free time
The T-1000 displays subtle but present sadism. He enjoys seeing the fear in your eyes when he backs you into a corner or catches you attempting to escape.
Due to his model’s ability to make decisions contrary to skynet the 1000 had abandoned his previous objectives after meeting you. However your first meeting went he decided then and there that he’s much more interested in going after you than John Connor.
The T-1000 isn’t afraid to tell you in explicit detail what he’ll do to your loved ones if you continue to fight against him. Do what you're told and you won't see the bloody remains of someone dear to you on your living room floor.
Enjoys messing with your head. From mimicking the voices of those close to you and highly disturbing stuff until you can’t stand to even listen to the real thing.
He will even take on the body of someone you find attractive just to ruin your image of them, he only wants his face to be the one you find unwelcomed comfort in.t
I'll probably edited this later cause I just want this out of my sigh for now
You had met Tony at one of his parties
The only reason you had came was because of your friend not wanting to be alone at such a big party
Meeting Tony Stark was exciting at first. To be in the same room as Iron Man, let alone talk to him, was a dream come true for you. Especially with the amount of attention he paid to you over the others, it made you feel like a star. And his flirts didn’t hurt either even though you knew it wasn’t genuine
But it was becoming tiring to have him around you constantly and his attention grew unwelcomed. Yeah it was nice for the first half hour but you wished that you could just have one moment to enjoy this evening with your friend, and no matter how much you tried hinting, hell flat out telling him, Tony simply ignored you.
After an hour your friend grew tired of being around so many people and you quickly took this moment to leave. Saying goodbye to Stark and leaving the venue as quickly as possible, ignoring the feeling of being watched.
You thought that it would be over, hopefully his attention was now on some other poor soul. But when you had arrived home from work to see numerous gifts on your doorstep your heart sank.
From then on out Tony was in your life daily, him not being here physically either. You were showered in large expensive gifts to the point you were sure the delivery guy was sick of seeing your face, with personal letters attached to it without fail. Soon you began to ignore the gifts and letters, instead giving them away to friends and family or straight up leaving them out on your doorstep hoping that a thief would spot it.
Tony had grown tired of seeing you reject his gifts constantly. Don’t you know how much effort he had put into each and every one of them? It hurt to see you give them away like unwanted toys
The more you ignored the gifts from him the more desperate he became before it turned into anger. Tony didn’t mean the things he said over the phone call, please trust him on this! He was drunk and upset that you weren’t appreciating his efforts but please believe him when he says it wasn’t his fault that he yelled at you over the phone, telling you to stop being a bitch and just be grateful that he’s putting this much effort into the likes of you. If you had only been a good little darling he wouldn’t have had to yell at you like that.
It tore him up seeing your cry though the hidden camera he placed in the one thing you hadn’t thrown away. So Tony decided to make it up to you by taking you out to a nice place, to get your mind off of everything and for the two of you to start over.
In true Tony Stark fashion he turned up in front of your home in a loud and lavish car, going up to your front door knocking on it loud. You hadn’t thought much about opening the door simply thinking it was one of your neighbours again, but you sure regretted it upon seeing him of all people standing there.
You couldn’t even shut the door quick enough, he had managed to stop it with his foot and forced himself inside leaving you to back up scared. “I’m sorry,” He began. “I’m sorry for what I said that night, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Tony closed the door, leaving the two of you in private. “I want to start fresh, alright? Tonight I decided to take you out for a good evening.” Seeing him act so casually about all of this, like he hasn’t been harassing you for weeks and had screamed at you not even a day ago had made anger cloud your vision.
“Are you kidding me?” You stood up straight. “You can’t just come into my home uninvited and tell me that you’re sorry for everything then tell me, not even asking me, telling me that you are going to take me out! Why the hell would I want to spend time with someone like you?” You shoved him back towards the door. “You’re a disgusting, pathetic man! Leave me the hell alone you freak–!” You were suddenly cut off when Tony grabbed your chin, gripping it harshly.
“If you keep being a little bitch I swear to God I’ll ruin the lives of everyone you love.” He stared into your eyes with a manic expression. “All it will take is a second to absolutely destroy your parents' lives, to take your little friend from big shot editor to nothing but a mere beggar on the street. So I suggest you quit your whining and be a good pet and listen to me, understand?” His grip grew unbearable so you nodded your head quickly. “Good, now let's start over.” Releasing your face he stood back and fixed himself up. “Now dear, would you like to spend the night with me?” You hadn’t realized that you took a little too long to answer until his eyes narrowed. “Darling?”
“Yes! Yes, I would like that.” Tony smiled, his previous anger quickly gone.
“Good, I’ll pick you around 6 alright?” He picked up a bag you hadn’t noticed him bring in and handed it to you. “Oh, and make sure you wear this. I want my darling to look their best tonight.”
You mange to escape Wade through playing with his emotions. Using sex to distract him/lower his guard and stab him in the neck using one of his blades that he carelessly left around you. Stabbing him in a fatal spot would leave you enough time to get away without worrying about him following.
But even though you’re the one that injured him, he would believe that you had been kidnapped. Delusional with thoughts of the ad guys stealing you away and keeping you locked away in a dark, dingy room fuels him to hunt whoever’s responsible down and kill them for daring to touch you.
He would follow your trail effortlessly, honestly. Wade will break into any business or home that looks even the least bit suspicious and threaten the owners until they break down, even kill those who he doesn’t believe are telling the truth.
If he doesn’t find your location soon enough, he will annoy the ever loving shit out of weasel, to find some guys to track you down. He will not take no as an answer, (though Weasle is too scared to even think about saying no to Wade).
Surprise, surprise, Wade suddenly doesn’t enjoy the idea of others touching you and quickly gets rid of the men, when they get close to your location.
When he does eventually save you from those terrible men (people who were unlucky enough to be around you when Wade found you), he picks up your blood covered body and kisses your cheek obnoxiously.
“Don’t worry, babe they won’t hurt you anymore!” He explains excitedly while ignoring your cries.
You mange to escape Wade through playing with his emotions. Using sex to distract him/lower his guard and stab him in the neck using one of his blades that he carelessly left around you. Stabbing him in a fatal spot would leave you enough time to get away without worrying about him following.
But even though you’re the one that injured him, he would believe that you had been kidnapped. Delusional with thoughts of the ad guys stealing you away and keeping you locked away in a dark, dingy room fuels him to hunt whoever’s responsible down and kill them for daring to touch you.
He would follow your trail effortlessly, honestly. Wade will break into any business or home that looks even the least bit suspicious and threaten the owners until they break down, even kill those who he doesn’t believe are telling the truth.
If he doesn’t find your location soon enough, he will annoy the ever loving shit out of weasel, to find some guys to track you down. He will not take no as an answer, (though Weasle is too scared to even think about saying no to Wade).
Surprise, surprise, Wade suddenly doesn’t enjoy the idea of others touching you and quickly gets rid of the men, when they get close to your location.
When he does eventually save you from those terrible men (people who were unlucky enough to be around you when Wade found you), he picks up your blood covered body and kisses your cheek obnoxiously.
“Don’t worry, babe they won’t hurt you anymore!” He explains excitedly while ignoring your cries.
hello I saw your yandere deadpool and realized I needed more😏 so if your taking any requests could you do another one? maybe more detailed (a time when the reader tries to runway from him or something like that) but you don't have too. have a nice day :)
Yeah it should be posted on the weekend or by Monday
