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Everyone gets that feeling when they feel that someone is watching them. Monitoring everything they do. Stalking them.
That’s how you felt almost everyday. It was as if someone was actually watching you. Or spying on you.
You began to think like this since you were little. About 10 years old. Whenever you were somewhere, you felt a presence, even when you were alone. It was like someone was always there with you. It started off simple, but got worse and creepier as you grew older.
When you were 13, you couldn’t stand being home alone, because you always felt that someone was going to come for you. You would hear strange noises such as people talking when you were home alone, cabinets closing on their own, footsteps when no one else was home.
By age 15, you watched a lot of horror movies, and deemed your experiences as “being haunted.” You were sure that you were being haunted by a ghost, or something like a ghost. There were no other explanations for the things that’s been happening to you.
You told your friends and your parents, but no one believed you. Everyone thought you were either joking, or just crazy.
When you were 16, you asked your parents to get paranormal experts to come to your house and see what was going on. Your parents were reluctant at first, telling you that maybe a therapist should come to the house instead. But you kept asking them, telling them that you were so scared that something might happen to you. And then they finally called the experts.
When they came, the concluded that there was nothing paranormal going on inside of your house, giving your parents another reason not believe anything you said.
Even though the “experts” said that there was nothing, you knew there was something. You always knew that there was something going on. You weren’t crazy, no matter how much people tell you that you are.
You will never forget about when you were 18. You were almost finished with school. You remember sitting in an empty classroom one day during your free period. You studied for a huge test that you had to take.
The room was quiet at first, but then you heard a quiet tap on the window. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was probably just a tree branch or something.
Then it happened again. And again. And again. This continued for about two minutes before it started upsetting you. You groaned and tried to concentrate on studying. Once you groaned, the sound stopped. It was probably just a coincidence.
It didn’t stop there. You heard something fall down. It was a light sound, but you still heard it. You looked around the room to see what it was. There was a piece of chalk rolling towards you.
You raised and eyebrow. How did the chalk fall if nothing was touching it?
You stood up, picking up the piece of chalk that had fallen. You walked to the chalk board and placed the piece of chalk onto the teacher’s desk.
You turned around, dusted your hands off and started walking back to your seat.
And that’s when you heard it. The sound of the chalk falling again. You thought nothing of it. The teachers desk was probably just slanted, which is why the chalk keeps falling off. But why didn’t anything else on the desk fall off?
You turned around, bending down to pick up the chalk once again. You stood up, holding the piece of white chalk and as you looked up, you saw something strange.
The chalkboard had something written on it.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.”
Those words were not on the board before. How did it get there? Who wrote it? What the hell did it even say?
You thanked god for modern technology as you took out your cellphone and took a picture of the words written on the chalkboard. You put the picture into a translator website and waited for it to do its magic.
As the page loaded, you read what the words had translated to.
“I’m watching you. See you soon, 21.”
If you weren’t already creeped out before, you were ten times more creeped out now.
Without even thinking about it, you packed up your books and left the room, not looking back.
Who wrote that? Who’s watching you?
The answers to you questions went unanswered for years after that. You were always so curious.
You were 20 years old when you moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment.
The strange things never stopped. On multiple occasions when you would walk into your apartment, you would see lights that were turned on (and you were sure that you had turned them off), cabinets were open, loose papers were scattered all over your desk. You were a very clean and organized person, so you knew that it couldn’t have been you.
Getting a surveillance camera installed in your house didn’t help, as much as you really wanted it to. It just gave you more reason to believe your 15 year old self when you said that something paranormal was going on.
When you got home from work, you would check your camera, seeing if anything happened.
Of course something happened.
The cabinets opened—by themselves. The drawers in your desk opened and papers flew out of them, creating a big mess. The light switched flicked on, on their own.
You were terrified. Something was haunting you and you wanted to know why.
Today was your 21st birthday.
You spent the day shopping with your friends. You weren’t really a party girl, so you decided to do something less wild and more fun. Shopping is always fun.
“This would look really nice on you, y/n!” One of your friends smiled, giving you a cute pink dress that she had picked up.
It was cute, but it wasn’t really your style, so you put it back as you friend walked to go look at other clothes. After returning the dress to the rack that it had previously been on, you turned around, only to bump into someone.
“I’m so sorry.” You apologized. It was a man. He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He was quite handsome.
“Don’t be sorry. It was my fault.” He says, patting his clothes as he stood in front of you.
You two stood there, just looking at each other for a couple of seconds. He stared into your eyes. It was like he could see right through your soul. You couldn’t look away. It was like you were dazed.
“Y/n, come on. Let’s go to another shop.” Your friend calls. You blinked a few times, snapping out of your daze.
You walked away from the man, following as your friends walked out of the shop.
He seemed so familiar, but you were sure you hadn’t seen him before. You’d never seen him in real life, or even pictures, so why did he seem familiar?
You closed the door of your apartment and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door.
You and your friends had a good time out, shopping, eating and gossiping. It was like you were in high school all over again. You missed hanging out with them all the time.
You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tv remote and pressing the button to turn it on.
You pressed the button, but nothing happened. You pressed it over and over again, but nothing. Maybe the batteries were out?
Just then, you felt something brush past your leg. Without thinking, you yelped and placed your feet on the couch, looking down at what had touched you.
It was a cat.
What was a cat doing in your apartment?
The cat looked up at you. It had black fur and brown eyes.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked the cat, as if it would talk back. You stood up, still looking down at the cat.
“I should get you out of here. Your owner is probably looking for you.” You say, putting your arms out, but then retracting them, not knowing if you should touch the cat.
Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but all you saw was a flash of white and then something stood in front of you. It wasn’t the cat.
It was a man.
You screamed and ran into your bedroom, scared for your life. You didn’t bother to look at the man, you were too terrified.
You closed your bedroom door as you entered, locking it.
What the hell just happened?
“Y/n.” You heard a voice say. The voice was kind of deep. You were too scared to reply. How did he even know your name?
“Y/n, I hope you know that locking the door isn’t going to stop me from coming in.” The man says.
You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say?
You heard no more noise on the other side of the door, but you were still scared.
Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t want to turn around, but your feet had it’s own plans.
You turned around, coming face to face with—
The man from earlier. The one from the shop. The one that you bumped into.
Your eyes widened.
You backed up, hoping that you could run away, but for every step you took back, he took a step towards you.
“Why are you here? Why were you a cat? How were you a cat? Who are you? What are you?” You asked. You had so many questions and they all came out at the same time.
“I’d rather not show you my actual form, for your sake. And do you know how much strength it takes to shift into a cat? You should be praising me. I’m so tired right now.” The man complained.
What was his “actual form”?
“What are you?” You repeated your question.
“A demon.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You say, not believing him. The man chuckled before closing his eyes. What was he doing?
As he opened his eyes, his dark brown eye color was no longer there. Now his pupils were a fiery red color.
You yelled and tried to run away, but he held your arms, not letting you move.
“Let go of me!” You yelled.
“Y/n, calm down.” He says, his eyes going back to their original color. “How am I supposed to calm down? You—you just—I can't—” you stuttered, not knowing what to say.
He stared into your eyes and you felt yourself calming down. It was like he casted a spell on you or something.
“Did you just cast a spell on me? Are you a witch too?” You ask, not able to take your eyes off of his.
He chuckled. “I’m not a witch. I’m a demon. A handsome one.”
You wish you could roll your eyes at his comment. “Who are you?” You ask. “And why do you seem so familiar? I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that we’ve never met.”
“Y/n, I’ve been with you since you were young. Don’t you remember me? Haven’t you got my little notes and messages?” He asks you.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.” He spoke.
Your eyes widened. That’s what was written on the chalkboard that day you were in school! “You wrote that? How? Why? Why couldn’t I see you?”
“Being a demon surprisingly has its many perks. One of them being invisibility. And it was a reminder. Didn’t you translate it?” He asked you.
“It said I’m watching you. And see you soon. Then it said twenty one.” You say.
“I was watching you. I’ve always been watching you. And it was a reminder because I’d see you on your twenty-first birthday, which is today.” He explains, letting go of your hands. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
It was him. He was the thing that was always with you. The thing that creeped you out. The thing that you always knew was watching you.
You brought your hand up to his face and slapped him, anger filling you.
His eyes widened and he held his cheek in pain. “What was that for?” He asks.
“You! You’re the reason that I spent almost eleven years of my life scared to death! I was always so scared, and it was because of you! You messed me up, man.” You explained.
“I’m sorry?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.
You slapped him again.
“What was that one for?” He asks.
“That’s for messing up my house when I’m not home. You always leave my lights on. And you leave my cabinets open. And all of my papers are always all over my desk.” You say.
“I’m sorry. I get bored sometimes when you’re not home.” He admits.
“Who are you?” You ask.
“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. You’re y/n y/l/n.” He finally introduces himself.
“Well, Min Yoongi. You’ve been stalking me for eleven years, why?” You question.
People supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them for so long, so, why didn’t you feel scared?
“You’re interesting.” He says, simply.
You rolled your eyes, finally out of his spell, or whatever it was.
After a moment of silence, Yoongi spoke up. “I’m not here to hurt you, so if you’re scared of me, you don’t have to be. Although, I’m not getting any scared vibes from you. You’re not scared of me?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I am. I just think that I was more scared when I didn’t know who or what you were.” You admit.
“Really? Then maybe I should erase your memory.” He smirked.
“No. No way.” You say. “I was joking.” He chuckled. “Or was I?”
“Min Yoongi I swear to—” you started. “Don’t say it.” He warns you, eyes turning red.
“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes.
Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”
“It’s 6 pm.” You tell him.
“So? It’s never too early to go to sleep.”
You shook your head before opening your bedroom door and walking out into your living room.
“What are you still doing here? Leave!” You hear Yoongi say. He wasn’t talking to you, so who was he talking to?
You turned around to look at him, but he was facing the kitchen. In the kitchen stood another man. He looked the same age as Yoongi, maybe younger. He had orangish/reddish hair. You noticed something. In front of him, on the counter was a cake. That wasn’t there before.
“Who is this?” You asked.
“I’m Hoseok.” The boy with the orange hair smiled at you, walking over to where you and Yoongi were standing. “I’m Yoongi’s friend.”
“Hi.” You said before looking at Yoongi. “So what? Is my house like a demon magnet now?”
“Hoseok, get out.” Yoongi said, not answering your question.
Hoseok sighed and looked at you. “It was nice to meet you. Bye.” He smiled before you saw a flash of white. He was gone.
You looked over to where the cake was. Yoongi saw where you were looking and spoke. “It’s yours.” He says.
“Is it?” You asked, walking over to the cake.
“I told Hoseok to bring it for you. It looks good, right?” He asks.
You saw what was written on the cake and smiled.
“Happy Birthday, y/n.”
“As long as you share it with me, I promise I won’t trash your house anymore.” He smiled.
Despite being a demon, Yoongi was a nice guy. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having him around.
“We need to have another girl’s day out.” Your friend says. She was sitting beside you on the couch in your apartment.
“Yeah. I want to hang out with you and the rest of the girls more.” You tell her.
“We should go to a club or something.” She suggested.
A club? “I don’t think so.” You say. You weren’t really a fan of going to the club. The club is just a place where random guys try to hit on you all night, and you didn’t want to go through that.
“Oh, come on, y/n. Don’t be such a party pooper. We could go out to the club and have fun. You could meet a guy there!” She persisted.
“Why would I want to meet a guy there?” You asked.
“Y/n, you haven’t gotten laid in like a year. You need to meet a guy so you two can hook up! You really need some d—” Your friend explained, but was cut off by someone else talking over her.
“What’s this talk about y/n needing to meet a guy?” The person asked. You recognized the voice and turned around to see Yoongi.
“Y/n, who is this?” Your friend asks.
“This is—” You started. “I’m Yoongi. Y/n’s boyfriend.” Yoongi finished for you.
Your boyfriend? Since when?
“Y/n! How could you not tell me that you have a boyfriend?” Your friend questions.
“I’m sorry, y/f/n.” You looked at your friend. “I wasn’t planned on letting you meet him. He promised me that he would stay in my bedroom while you came over.” You looked back at Yoongi.
“Sorry. I got bored in there.” He shrugs. “Y/f/n, would you mind coming back another time? I need to speak to y/n about something.”
“No problem. I’ll be on my way.” Y/f/n says, before getting up and walking to the door. She winked at you before leaving and closing the door behind her.
You turned around, only to see that Yoongi was closer to you than he was before. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked. “Since when?”
“Since now.” He states. “Is it true?” He asked, not giving you time to respond to his statement.
“Is what true?”
“She said you haven’t been laid in a year. Is that true?”
“Does that matter to you?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. Why did he want to know?
“Just tell me.”
“What if it is true? Why do you need to know?”
Yoongi took two slow steps towards you so he was now standing on front of you with barely any space between you.
Would it be wrong to say he looked really hot right now?
While living with Yoongi, you can’t help but look at him sometimes. Like the times you two are just talking to each other and he smiles. You like his smile. A lot.
And the times he would come out of the bathroom only wearing boxers. His hair would be wet and he looks so good. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to think about him this way.
“You seriously went that long without getting laid? You went that long without letting someone touch you? Pleasure you?” He asks. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your lips. “It’s been about three months since I revealed myself to you. We spend like all day together, so why haven’t you told me?”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You say, turning around so you could walk away. When you turned around, Yoongi grabbed one of your arms and turned you back to face him.
“Yoongi, I—” You started, but Yoongi looked into your eyes and suddenly you couldn’t say anything. He was controlling you.
For about thirty seconds, he just stared into your eyes, and you were unable to say or do anything else.
Yoongi put his fingers on your chin and lifted your head up. He almost instantly lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck.
His actions made your eyes widen. “Y-Yoongi.” You stuttered, finally able to speak again.
He hummed in response and started kissing and sucking on your neck. It felt unbelievably good.
“Yoongi. Yoongi, wait.” You spoke, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him away. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.
“You don’t want me to do it?” He asks. “I-I didn’t say that. I just—” You started. “Then shut up and let me do what I need to do.” He speaks over you, pressing his lips against yours after he finished talking.
His lips felt so good against yours. You didn’t realize how much you liked his lips until this moment.
Yoongi held your waist with one hand, pulling you against him. You used one hand to run fingers through his hair and the other hand was still rested on his shoulder.
His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it and even meeting with your tongue.
You lightly tugged on his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth. Hearing him groan sent waves of pleasure down your body. You wanted more.
Yoongi pulled away from you, removing your shirt and his shirt before placing his lips back on yours.
You placed one of your hands on his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest, and then to the bulge that was evident in his pants.
You palmed him through the black sweatpants he wore and once again, he groaned into your mouth.
Yoongi placed his hand at the hem of your pants and pushed them down. You stopped out of them, now only left in your bra and underwear.
You pushed Yoongi’s sweatpants and boxers down and he stepped out of them before breaking away from you and sitting down on the couch.
“On your knees, baby girl.” He says to you. You did as told and got on your knees, coming face to face with his length. Yoongi leaned forward and removed your bra before speaking. “Be a good girl and suck.”
You nodded before putting one of your hands on his length, stroking it a couple of times before putting your lips around the tip. You decide to tease him by licking and sucking the tip, and only the tip.
“If you keep teasing me like that, you’re gonna be in big trouble, y/n.” Yoongi speaks in a stern voice. Trying to push his buttons, you continued to do what you were doing.
Yoongi got fed up and placed his hand on the back of your head. “It seems like you want trouble.” He says before pushing your head down onto his length. You took more of him in your mouth. He began thrusting his hips into your mouth, making you take in all of it.
The back of you throat stung, but you loved every second of it. “You love it when I do this, don’t you, y/n?” Yoongi asked, as if you could answer.
Suddenly, he pulled you off of him, standing up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall.
He walked to your bedroom, and while he walked, you felt his length brush against your core, which was still covered by your underwear. You sucked in a breath at the contact, causing Yoongi to laugh.
When he got you your room, Yoongi rested you on the bed, wasting no time before getting on top of you and attacking your lips with his.
Yoongi used this position as an advantage to grind down onto your clothed core, causing you to moan inside of his mouth. He chuckled before removing his lips from yours and putting them on one of your breasts. He used one of his hands to touch the breast that his lips weren’t on. He alternated between both breasts. You loved the feeling he was giving you.
Yoongi looked up at you, pressing his lips to yours as he slid your underwear off, both of you were both completely naked now.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, baby.” Yoongi admits before running his fingers up and down your folds. “You’re so wet for me. I love it, babe.”
You moaned as he stuck two fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to them. Since you were so wet, his fingers glided in and out easily. He curled his fingers inside of you, touching the special spot that make you gasp.
“Yoongi.” You moaned. “What is it, baby girl?” He asks.
You just wanted him inside of you already.
You moaned again and since you didn’t answer his question, Yoongi spoke again. “Use your words, baby. Unless you’re not going to get what you want.” He smirked.
“You’re such a tease.” You say as his fingers kept going in and out of you. “I’m just getting started.” He says, pressing his fingers against your spot.
“Yoongi! Fuck!” You yelled, shutting your eyes tightly. “What do you want, baby girl?” He asks.
“I want you, inside of me.” You said. “I am inside of you.” He said.
“No. I want your cock inside of me. Right now, Yoongi.” You finally say. “You want my cock? Beg for it, baby.” He responds.
“Please, Yoongi. I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck me right now. I’m so wet for you. Please.” You begged. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled, taking his fingers out of you.
He kissed your lips before aligning his length with your entrance. He gave you no time to prepare, or get used to it as he slid inside of you and began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.
He used one hand to prop himself up and placed the other hand on your thigh, gripping it as he easily pushed and pulled himself in and out of you.
He angled his hips a certain way and his length repeatedly pressed against your special spot as he went inside of you. “Oh my—yoongi!” You yelled, enjoying the pleasure that was being given to you.
“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this, y/n?” He asks before placing his lips on your neck.
He continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. You were basically shaking from pleasure underneath him.
“Yoongi, I’m so close.” You informed him, feeling your orgasm reach closer and closer.
“I’m not letting you cum that easily. Beg me if you want to cum.” He tells you, looking at you.
You shook your head, teasing him.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, shocked that you refused to obey him in a situation like this.
“Beg me.” He repeats himself.
You closed your eyes and bit your lip, holding back any sounds that would come from your mouth.
Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out of you completely before turning you so that you were laying with your stomach against the bed.
“On your hands and knees.” He instructs. You listened and did as told, having your ass on full display for him.
“I can’t believe you were being such a bad girl just then.” Yoongi says, rubbing both of your ass cheeks with his hands. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He asks.
You shook your head. “Bad girls get punished.” He tells you, just as you felt a sharp pain on your butt cheek.
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Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)
- Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.
“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.
“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.
“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.
“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.
“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”
“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.
“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”
Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.
He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;
“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.
“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.
“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.
"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling.
He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips
“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.
“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.
“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.
You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.
“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”
Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.
“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.
A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.
“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence
“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.
“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.
You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.
You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”
“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”
“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.
“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.
You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.
“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”
“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.
“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.
“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.
“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”
“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.
“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” You both nod.
“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.
“Bye, Dad.” You wave.
“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.
“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.
“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.
You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.
“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”
“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.
Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.
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Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)
Just read Spock fact 111 and I'm so curious about how that'd work ???? Vulcan is a pictorial language and scrabble relies on a phonetic language. Does Spock use an anglicised version of the Vulcan language for strictly scrabble purposes? Does he have scrabble she's in other phonetic alphabets like Greek or Cyrillic for Vulcan Scrabble: Extreme Mode or something? I need to know I'm genuinely curious
Between 1972 and 1978, serial killer, John Wayne Gacy killed at least 33 young men and boys. For forty years, six of the bodies remained unidentified-until today. On July 19 2017, Cook County Detectives finally identified one of the victims as James “Jimmie” Byron Haakenson. He was murdered by Gacy shortly after moving to Chicago at only sixteen.
Thanks to new DNA technology, police were able to identify the remains of the boy, who was found in the crawlspace of John Wayne Gacy’s house. Jimmy was killed sometime in August of 1976.
John Brown as the mastermind behind the Blue Sect and the recent sad events?
Disclaimer: Spoilers and long post. As such, this theory will initially be a little chronological to try and make the explanation simpler. If any point is unclear, feel free to ask @thedarkestcrow or me about it as it is something we discussed together. :)
First of all, here’s what we know about the current arc (ch127 happens mid-November 1889):
Bravat (who’s most likely human) knew from the beginning that Ciel is the Watchdog (”Earl Phantomhive”), that Seb is a demon, that Lizzie is Ciel’s fiancée and that the Starlight Four committed crimes at Weston.
Bravat’s sect is at least one and a half year/two years old (ch125). However, seeing as there was no hint of massive blood collects and death before August/September 1889, we’ll assume for this theory that the 4 star lords were put in Bravat’s care at some point during Summer 1889, which is when Bravat started using the S4 to promote the Sphere music hall in order to collect as much blood as possible.
Othello said that, considering the anormal progress of the sect’s technology, a supernatural being is most likely behind it (ch119/ch125). This supernatural mastermind is very probably the reason Bravat knew about Sebastian being a demon (and about Lizzie and Ciel).
While the reason tying Lizzie to the sect is still unclear, we’re going to assume for this theory that Bravat’s mention of her to Ciel (ch123) might mean that she’s seen as a possible hostage to use against him.
Lastly, about the 2CT: it seems like it’s almost confirmed.
Lord Sirius being Ciel’s twin (aka Real!Ciel, a “bizarre doll”) is a popular theory
Agni’s reaction when he found the burnt picture of Ciel’s family (ch126) was quite telling that something was unexpected about this picture.
I hope all of this makes sense for you guys! Onto the theory about John Brown…