#late drabble

[virtualtrainerpaio]

A late drabble oops

“Paio, I have a surprise for you,”Eugene said, sitting at the computer, and typing quickly. “I have to close your program first though.”

The next thing PAIO was aware of was opening her eyes. Did her creator move the monitor? This angle was different.  “Paio, look this way,” Her creator’s voice called out. She was about to inform him that it wouldn’t change her view point, but decided to humor him first. suddenly the angle of the lab changed.

 “Wʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ﹖“

“I’ve made you a body! It’s....incredibly basic. I based the appearance on your avatar. I want you to test this body out, and report the results every evening,” He explained.

[davantagedenuit]

2x03

In front of her bathroom mirror, Alana repeats. “I have a professional curiosity about him.” Is that looking like she’s not lying? “I wish Will was different,” she tries. There. Her cheeks have stiffened, her upper lip has curled. She knows the signs herself. She goes for the truest and watches. “I should never have told anyone about Will Graham. I should have warned all of them to stay away.” In her mind, Will’s lawyer chuckles. “You should have kept him locked away, fearing for what might happen?” He imitates a buzzer sound. “Next.”

Will keeps his eyes off her.

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One Of Us (Jon x Reader)

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Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Jon Snow

Persona: Female

Word Count: 428

Request: Would you pretty please write a Jon Snow drabble where the reader is a very beautiful and renowned Lady. She then comes to the wall to visit and asks if she can train with the men. Jon agrees to spar with her and she beats him in a sword-fight by distracting him with a kiss.

A/N Sorry it’s late! <3

You were constantly being reminded that you “Couldn’t do this” and that you “Shouldn’t do that” because you were a Lady and you were supposed to do Lady things, but that never stopped you. You did whatever you want, whenever you wanted without a care. Like this trip to the Wall, you had always wanted to visit the men who defended it but your father always forbade you, however he wasn’t at home and he wouldn’t be for the next couple of weeks, so you took your chance.

Despite everyone trying to stop you, you got there in the end. You had rode your horse the whole way there even though your assistant had told you many times to get into the carriage.

The men at the Wall caught wind that you, Lady (Y/N), would be visiting them so of course they had been waiting around for your arrival.

“M’lady” a few of them greeted you. Looking around you noticed a familiar face, you approached the man with a fond smile, “Jon Snow?” you called out as you got nearer. He turned around, his curly hair bouncing after him, “Lady (Y/N)!” he said, quickly bowing. You laughed at his actions, “It’s been a while” you stated. Jon nodded, “It has m’lady”. You walked closer to him, “Too long” and then you looped your arm through his, “Why don’t you show me around? I’m sure the others won’t mind”.

After catching up with Ned Stark’s bastard, you realise how much you’d missed him. He had left without saying goodbye.

Jon led you round a corner and you were back where you arrived, you didn’t want Jon to go so you looked around, trying to find something to prolong your time together. Your eyes landed on a barrel of training swords, “Spar with me Jon!” you giggled, pulling him towards them.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Lady (Y/N)” he spoke quietly, echoing what your advisers were saying. You tutted and grabbed two swords, you kept one for yourself and gave the other to him. “May the best man win” you said with a smirk.

Jon was one of the toughest opponents you had faced, your skills were equally matched, so you need to do something to win.

You purposely fought back so that he’d have to get closer to you. Once he was near enough, you executed your plan by placing your lips on his. Raising your sword you gently put it to his chest, pulling away you muttered, “I win”.

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Meet The Girlfriend (Natasha x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Natasha Romanoff

Persona: Female

Word Count: 363

Warning: Minor swearing

Request: Natasha X reader. Nats been dating you for a while but this is the first time she's taken you to the tower to meet everyone except clint because he followed Nat to one of your dates to find out what she was doing. Everyone's reactions to you. Please and if you could include wanda and Pietro (cause he survived) that would be great. Please. Love you lots

A/N - Sorry it’s late <3

“You don’t look nervous, why aren’t you nervous?” the Black Widow asked, you gave her a laugh, “Should I be?”. Your girlfriend nodded, “You’re meeting the idiots I have to work with, of course you should be”. You reached out for her hand and gripped it, you gave her a smirk, “If I didn’t know better I would say that you’re nervous”.

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Me? Nervous? Pfft..”. Your giggle made her smile, she loved the sound of it, “C’mon Nat, I meant Clint and he wasn’t that bad”.

Flashback...

Natasha kept glancing backwards, her behaviour as becoming unsettling. “What’s wrong babe?” you asked her, she slowly brought her green eyes to look at you, “Nothing” she lied to you. Luckily you knew when Natasha wasn’t telling the truth, it was the perk for dating her for so long.

“Bullshit, what’s going on?” you demanded. The assassin continued to survey the surroundings, “We’re being followed”. Your mouth formed an ‘oh’. She gave you a reassuring look, “You know I’ll protect you, I’d never let anything happen to you”, she leant in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

The sound of a camera going off made Natasha snap her head away from yours, she stared at the tree and squinted, “CLINT?”.

“Oh shit-...hey Nat didn’t see you there”.

Natasha gave you a ‘really?’ look, the elevator doors pinged open, you had arrived on the shared Avenger floor. All of the heroes were sat around, Clint hearing the sound spoke up turning his head, “So Nat finally decided to come home- Oh you brought your g-”, the look the Black Widow sent him shut him up.

Upon hearing that Natasha had brought a friend home, everyone looked to you, “Who’s your friend Romanoff? She’s hot” Tony said with a grin, he gave you a wave.

Natasha replied with a stony expression, “This is (Y/N). She’s my girlfriend”. Wanda instantly let out a string of ‘aww’s, the others all smiled. Tony, being his stupid self, tried to easy the awkwardness he had just created, “So....threesome?”, but he only made it worse.

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Marking You (Josh x Reader)

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Fandom: Until Dawn

Character: Josh Washington

Persona: Female

Word Count: 353

Warning: Probably NSFW, swearing

Request: OMG! Loved the Joker and Josh fics! Could you write another one with Josh where he's always biting the reader and tormenting her (he's a bit of a sadist, apparently) and when she finally cracks and bites him back he's really stunned but it turns out that he's not only a sadist, he's always a bit of a masochist. And they get it on, pls<3 (Love your drabbles!) 

A/N - Thank you lovely, sorry it’s late <3

Josh smirked as he peered around the doorway. There you were, minding your own business in the kitchen, slightly bent over as your elbows rested on the side, ignorant to what was about to happen.

‘Perfect’ he thought mischievously, he grinned and rubbed his hands together.

He started to creep towards you, he loomed over your back for a second. Then he plunged his teeth into your neck, making sure to bite you hard so a mark would be left. You screamed out from the shock and the slight pain it was causing, “JOSH!” you scolded him, smacking his chest. He snickered all the while, and started to bite your shoulder. “Fuck off” you growled, pushing him away and storming out of the room.

“You love it really!” he shouted after you.

Every now and then Josh would nip at your neck, or smack your butt, sometimes he would even pull your hair and it was starting to get on your nerves. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, it was just the fact he was always doing at inconvenient times, so you waited for your chance to strike back.

It was pretty late in the evening, Josh was flat out in bed.

You put on your laciest underwear and an almost see-through nightdress. Slowly you crept up the bed, when you reach Josh you straddled him and waited for a reaction. You smiled to yourself when he didn’t give you one, he must of been in a deep sleep, it was a shame that you were going to wake him up.

You tilted his head to the side, slowly you placed your mouth on his neck and then you suddenly clamped down. Josh jolted away, you still kept your teeth firmly in his neck. He did something unexpected,   “(Y/N)”, he moaned out, “Bite me harder”, so you did.

You had left marks all over his neck and his collar bone when he flipped you over, “I’m going to give it to you real good” he muttered into your ear, and then he started to get to work.

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Queen of Hell(Crowley x Reader)

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Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Crowley

Persona: Female demon

Word Count: 418

Request: Crowley X reader. Your just a demon that's not aloud to leave hell yet and while Crowley was out you sat on his throne. He walks in on you sat on it. Stuff happens. You make joke about being queen of hell and he takes it literally. Please 

A/N - I’ve never wrote Crowley before so sorry if its awful xD <3

‘It’s the rules’ , the three words rang in your head. You walked around the dull halls frowning, you weren’t allowed to leave Hell yet and why? Because it’s the rules, you rolled your eyes, just because you were a newish demon didn’t mean you wouldn’t be careful. Others around your age had left Hell ages ago. You were getting lost in thought, your turned left instead of right like you normally did. It was only when you walked into a door that you were brought out of your thoughts.

You frowned, on all of your trips around Hell you had never seen this door, you reached for the handle and opened it out of curiosity. It slowly creaked open, reveling a very large, empty room. In the centre there stood a huge chair that radiated power. Your eyes widened and a wicked idea crossed your mind.

Your footsteps echoed around the room, as you approached the throne you stopped and looked around. You had no idea what Crowley would do if he caught you sitting in his chair, but you had some idea it would be very bad. Walking around the seat, you checked for the last time that you were alone, much to your delight you were.

“I don’t think Crowley would really mind....”, you smirked dropping down onto the cushioned throne, “I mean I’m only keeping i warm until he gets back...”. You settled into it, closed your eyes and threw your legs over one of the arm rests.

“Is that so my dear?” a loud British accent said. Your eyes flew open and you saw him, the King of Hell, standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.

He didn’t look angry so you hoped that you could humour your way out of whatever punishment he was planning, “Of course my King, isn’t that the Queen’s duty when her lord is out doing his job?” you joked with a sickly sweet smile. Crowley let out a short laugh, “I suppose you’re right love but now I’m back so you’ll just have to sit on my lap instead, I’m assuming that will be okay for my Queen?”.

Your jaw hung open as you got up out of the chair, you weren’t sure what to say, “...Yes...”.

Crowley sat down on his throne and shortly after he pulled you into him, he then shouted out to one of the other demons present, “Leave us, the King needs his alone time with the Queen.”.

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French Mistake (Winchesters x Reader)

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Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester

Persona: Female

Word Count: 420

Warning: Swearing

Request: Can you do a French mistake type thing where you are transported to their universe and "holy shit this is awkward because I'm wearing a supernatural shirt"

A/N - This will include a couple of other characters that aren’t a part of Team Freewill, enjoy <3 (p.s. sorry it’s late <3)

You had no idea how it happened. One moment you were sat at home, in your living room, binge watching Supernatural, you stood up to go to the kitchen to get more snacks and as you walked through the door, you ended up in a motel.

On the bed in front of you were the Winchesters. “Holy. Fuck” you muttered as you stared at who you thought were Jensen and Jared. The two men heard you and instantly they shot up, their pistols were aimed at you, “Who are you?”, Dean snapped. You squealed in happiness, “I LOVE YOU JENSEN, YOU’RE SO GOOD AT PLAYING DEAN. OH AND YOU TOO JARED!”.

The two brothers side glanced each other, confusion was evident on their faces, “Who the fuck is Jensen?”, Dean growled, he seemed to check you out and a frown grew on his face.

Looking down you noticed your attire, ‘Supernatural’ was written in bold letters across the front, a devil’s trap was underneath it. You felt your face heat up. “Why the hell is she wearing that for?” Sam asked his older brother who couldn’t answer his question.

“This is awkward...” you whispered, a strange thought crossed your mind, what if some how you had been transported to their world, like what happened in French Mistake. You decided to test your theory out, “So...you guys are...Sam and Dean Winchester right?”. Dean’s face hardened, “Who wants to know?”. Your shoulders dropped, “If you’re really the Winchesters then I must be in the show or on an episode of Punk’d”. Dean gave you one of his signature frowns and turned to his brother lowering his gun, “She must be high”.

Sam gave out a laugh, “Seriously!”, you insisted, “Back in my world you guys are on a t.v. show called Supernatural” and you gestured down to your shirt. “Must be a pretty awful t.v. show then”, Dean joked. You nodded your head, “Yeah it’s pretty bad. I know everything about you two though”.

Sam looked at you, “Prove it then”. Instantly you started reciting all of your knowledge on the Winchesters, from the yellow-eyed demon to stuff they didn’t even know about each other. Once you were finished Dean had a stern look, he looked ready to pounce, “Who told you that? Was it Crowley or someone else? I swear to God I’ll kill you an-”.

Sam cut his brother off, “Dean...I think she’s telling the truth”.

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Late Father's Day

Well, wasn't Father's Day such a blast? Alex was not much for sarcasm, but for this day, she was always full of sarcasm. Black, bitter, angry sarcasm.

Ha, right. Alex snorted. As if good girls couldn't be angry, either.

It was the same old pattern. Get him a gift. He'll wear a fake smile, thank them in a voice that said 'I don't care what you do, I'm just saying thanks because it's my job as your biological father'.

It wasn't hard for Alex to love her father, but it was hard to like him.

Garrett got pissed before anything even started. He locked himself in his room. Gilbert didn't even show up on Sunday.

Alex ran off again, fuming and thoroughly pissed. Actually, it was even hard to love him. Because how can you keep on loving someone who can't even tell the difference between his three children, all of them so obviously different? Who didn't even bother to get their names right? Who didn't even bother to know how well or bad they were during in school? Who didn't bother to comfort his son when he was having a panic attack, or an asthma attack, or suffering from withdrawal?

It was hard to love someone for eighteen years unconditionally and only be treated like shit in return.

Alex stopped running once she was sure she was far off from both her home, the school, and anywhere where there wasn't someone who could see her. She was at the old abandoned play ground where her brothers used to play in.

She sighed and took out a cigarette from her back pocket.

If the school found out she smoked, she would be kicked out of the school's soccer team.

She lit the cigarette and stuck the end in her mouth.

But sometimes she didn't care.

So she stood in the middle of the broken down playground, puffing out smoke and imagined what it would've been like to have a real dad.

Alex hated Father's Day.