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Hi, I write fanfiction and I will do requests eventually, if anyone actually asks.
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Hi, so I was tagged by absolutelymonstrous.deviantart… for my first ever tag so read on!

The Rules
1. Go to this: www.random.org/lists/
2. Pick 15 characters from any Fandom you're into
3. Tag five or more people
4. Have fun

1. Mom/Dad: Kyoya Ootori
This takes daddy to a different level but i guess he really is mommy now
2. Your sibling: Phichit
I'm not Thai but I can deal with being adopted to the insta babe
3. Your Grandma/Grandpa: Izaya Orihara
Ok... I have no words
4. Haunts you: Sam Winchester
Wow, he finally died... This is because of my terrible fanfiction, isn't it?
5. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Yuri Plietsky
6. Your ex: Kaoru
7. Your best friend: Tamaki Suoh
YAAS Queen! We SHALL SLAY
8. Proposed to you: Ciel Phantomhive
What about Elizabitch?
9. Your boss: Germany
I'm dead
10. The random person you met at the bar: Elliot Alderson
So he decided to leave the house for once
11. Your Rival: Hermione Granger
Well shit, i'm fucked
12. Gave you your first kiss: Draco Malfoy
Oh thank god
13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Dean Winchester
He can barely sing as a demon, why lord why?
14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Kyoya Ootori
2You can pay me back with your body" RIP ME
15. Gave you your favorite dessert: Shuu Tskyama
Nope. Nope. Nope. He's fit but no. I am not a cannibal! Or am I?

Ok, so now that I've had my fun, I tag: cappie-tan.deviantart.com/, tonystarks-girl.deviantart.com…, lovvurgirl.deviantart.com/, razor-eyes.deviantart.com/ and finally keatonkeenan.deviantart.com/

Have fun

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Spock didn’t understand the appeal of emotions. Anger caused failure, violence, death and grief. Sadness caused anger, loneliness and desperation. Emotions caused humans to lose control. They became awkward or stifling depending on the emotion. Spock had no need for emotion in his life.

Well, until he met you that is.

You were wild and adventurous. Illogical and driven by emotional. Fragile yet strong.  A living contradiction. The opposite of Spock.

Y/N L/N was fascinating to Spock and his obsession didn’t go unnoticed by his friends.
He visited McCoy whenever he knew she was on shift, if only to catch a glimpse of her. He avoided Jim to visit the cafeteria when he knew she would be eating with her friends. He had drifted from Nyota and that had caused their relationship to end. He was definitely obsessed no matter how much he tried to hide it.

It was love and logically unrequited since he had never spoken to her.

That would change today. February the fourteenth. Also known on Earth as Valentine’s Day; the day of love.

Today Spock would talk to Y/N.

If everyone would leave him alone for more than a minute.

This morning, Spock had gone to see Y/N at her shift but was interrupted by McCoy who had asked him his opinion on the chocolates that someone had given McCoy ‘anonymously’ even though the box had a note from the Captain just like the box that every one of the rest of Spock’s friends except Spock himself had received. By the time McCoy had finished talking to him, Y/N’s morning shift had finished.

After the incident with McCoy, Spock had reported to the bridge. Ten minutes later, Y/N ad reported to the captain to give him the reports from McCoy before bidding farewell and carrying a file away from him. As she stepped off of the bridge, something slipped out of the folder. Y/N didn’t notice. It would have been Spock’s chance had Nyota spotted it and offered to take it to her next destination where Y/N would be, with Scotty, until lunch.

At lunch, Spock hastily head to the engineer’s office to find that Y/N had just left, according to Scotty. Before Spock could leave, Scotty asked him about the folder that had been sent to him earlier that day. So Spock reluctantly helped him until the end of lunch.

After lunch, Spock reported back to the bridge and requested to leave. Before the captain could answer, Sulu asked if he leave early to wish his husband and family a happy valentine’s day. The captain agreed and as such, Chekov was called to take his place. That meant Spock had to stay on the bridge to watch over Chekov.

Finally, the day was over and Spock had just left the bridge when he Y?N ran into him. Literally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Oh no you’re not, I’ve just hit you! IS THAT A BRUISE?” Y/N screeched.

“I am fine. How are you?” Spock couldn’t believe he was staying so calm with Y/N so close to him.

Fascinating.

Y/N blinked before getting up and brushing themselves off, then reaching a hand down to aid him up from the floor.

“I’m good, I mean I’m alone on Valentine’s Day, you know day of love and all that but that’s fine. So…” they stopped, running a hand over their scalp.

“I am alone as well. Why is someone so aesthetically pleasing alone?”

They blinked before biting their lip, “I haven’t found anyone I like yet. The guys around here are to similar to how they are at home; loud, boisterous and driven by their second head if you know what I mean.”

He did.

“I am alone as well so would you care to accompany me to the cafeteria to acquire some sustenance before heading back to my room to play some chess?”

They nodded, “Lead the way.”

They started walking to the cafeteria Spock had only just left before they spoke up again, “By the way, I’m Y/N L/N.”

He already knew.

“I’m Spock.”

And together they walked off to the cafeteria, the beginnings of a romance blossoming.
Hi, so I was tagged by absolutelymonstrous.deviantart… for my first ever tag so read on!

The Rules
1. Go to this: www.random.org/lists/
2. Pick 15 characters from any Fandom you're into
3. Tag five or more people
4. Have fun

1. Mom/Dad: Kyoya Ootori
This takes daddy to a different level but i guess he really is mommy now
2. Your sibling: Phichit
I'm not Thai but I can deal with being adopted to the insta babe
3. Your Grandma/Grandpa: Izaya Orihara
Ok... I have no words
4. Haunts you: Sam Winchester
Wow, he finally died... This is because of my terrible fanfiction, isn't it?
5. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Yuri Plietsky
6. Your ex: Kaoru
7. Your best friend: Tamaki Suoh
YAAS Queen! We SHALL SLAY
8. Proposed to you: Ciel Phantomhive
What about Elizabitch?
9. Your boss: Germany
I'm dead
10. The random person you met at the bar: Elliot Alderson
So he decided to leave the house for once
11. Your Rival: Hermione Granger
Well shit, i'm fucked
12. Gave you your first kiss: Draco Malfoy
Oh thank god
13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Dean Winchester
He can barely sing as a demon, why lord why?
14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Kyoya Ootori
2You can pay me back with your body" RIP ME
15. Gave you your favorite dessert: Shuu Tskyama
Nope. Nope. Nope. He's fit but no. I am not a cannibal! Or am I?

Ok, so now that I've had my fun, I tag: cappie-tan.deviantart.com/, tonystarks-girl.deviantart.com…, lovvurgirl.deviantart.com/, razor-eyes.deviantart.com/ and finally keatonkeenan.deviantart.com/

Have fun
I have been watching them for hours. Sleep that is.

Crowley owes me a get out of Hell free card for this as well as what he promised.

I mean, how hard can it be to kill the Winchester brothers?

I just had to sneak into Hell, steal a book that belonged to his mother that was written in a language that no one can find on Google translate and hopefully poison them both, keeping them out of the way for good. With death.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my-

“What is it now Crowley,” I hiss into the phone. “This had better be good.”

He groans and I can hear him swallow something. No taste whatsoever. Well, he is a demon. “Witch, don’t try my patience anymore or you will be tortured and-“

“Hung, drawn and quartered in Hell before returning for more torture. I know, you won’t stop saying it.”

He huffs.

“Well, come on. Why did you ring?”

“I rang because I’m sending someone to come help you, a lackey of mine. A minor demon. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t want him here and oh yes… YOU’RE THE BACKSTABBING WITCH WHO-“

Blah blah blah. Stole priceless object. Blah blah blah. Opened portal in Hell. Blah blah blah. Chaos. Blah blah blah. Torture for all eternity. Blah blah blah.

“IF YOU WANT TO KEEP OUR DEAL, YOU’LL KEEP HIM WITH YOU! Now, I have to go and run Hell. It’s not as if the place is going to run itself. Bye.”

Prick. Scottish prick.

“So you’re the witch. Wow, you’re really pretty. Why aren’t you green, aren’t all witches gree-“
I whirl around, grab the boy by the throat and pin him to the ground.

So this is who Crowley doesn’t want around.

Freckles adorn his face like a spread of trees cover the forest floor. His black eyes are on display, rookie mistake, but his dark brown hair laying over one in a bieber-y cut. He’s so young, probably around late teens but not even old enough to get a tattoo.

He blinks. Blinks again. Then he opens his mouth to talk. Maybe he’ll explain what Crowley has sent him for.

“So my name’s Donnie like Donatello and I have been alive for AGES. Anyway, you are super pretty and you have really nice hair. Plus, you smell good and a nice soul. Why do witches have souls? Why aren’t you green? Do you have a broomstick? Can you fly? Are you like Superman? Do you like Superman? What about Batman? Ooh, ooh. Green Lantern. Or the Flash. I like the Flash. Even the TV sho-“ I cover his mouth. Hello, silence my old friend.

“Okay, hello Donatello. My name is Y/N if you have not already been told by your boss. Judging by your shell or suit you grabbed the nearest kid. So you’re not exactly the best guy for the job here so I think it’s best if you just… EW, did you just LICK me? What the Hell is wrong with you?” I let go of his mouth to wipe his saliva off of my hand. Gross. Why.

“So why are you not green?”

Deep breaths.

“Ok, no witches are green. We’re human. Not anything else. Even the Witch of The West wasn’t really green. It was a glamour. A disguise spell. If anything you should be green because you’re named after a mutant ninja turtle.”

He pushes me off of him and stands up, giving me a hand to leverage myself up with.

Holy shit, he’s tall.

“K, witches aren’t green. Neither are meat suits-“ He blinks and his eyes turn into a soft shade of sea green. “-or hunters. So, we’re meant to kill the Winchesters. Right?”

I nod, “Yes, that’s the plan and we’ll kill them with this.” I pull out a tube of poison from between my breasts. “Which we can use on the Winchesters and then leave after leaving some evidence. Your job will be to dress up as a pizza delivery boy, deliver a ‘complimentary pizza’ and leave. The motel owner will be blamed and we get off Scot free.” I replace the vial where it was.

“Now, tell me the plan because otherwise we won’t be able to do it. Go.”

He nods, blinks and then blinks again before speaking, slightly hopping on the spot as he wrings his hands together.

“Now.”

“Oh, ok. Um, we kill somebody. I dress up. We get pizza. Scotland is free?”



“No?”

“NO OF COURSE Not. Look, you’re dressed up as pizza boy so get some pizza. Shoo, off you go.”
He runs off, staying in the meatusit.

Huh, most demons would of dropped it and smoked out.

So, why didn’t he?

I’ll wait anyway.

-----------------

“What time do you call this?” He has just returned, a box of pizza held in his hands.

“Uh, dinner time.”



“I’m sorry, the boss wanted me to deliver two more pizzas before I could get a double for the boys here.”

“Wait, CROWLEY wanted you to deliver two pizzas?”

He shakes his head and giggles, “No, my boss at the pizza place-"

“Where you don’t actually work.”

“-Said that I had to deliver two more before I could take this special order.”

Idiot.

“So, you know the plan. Well, no time to run over that. I will put the stuff in the pizza and you can deliver it.”

“What stuff?”

“You know.”

“OH. Riiight, The poison. The poison for the Winchesters. The poison chosen especially to kill the Winchesters. The Winchester's poison.”

I sigh.

“Let’s just do this and get it over with.”
It’s weird to think that it’s almost All Hallows Eve and once again, I’m not haunting people.

Well, it’s not really that weird.

When I left the temple, I thought that was the end of it. No more following the rules of Hecate. I could stop being a witch and move into just a little bit of sorcery.
But, no. Of course not.

That would be too easy, especially for a bitch like me.

Tagged by the King himself.

Crowley.

I never meant to meet him, I had no need but a night of drinks, a little bit of murder, necromancy, possible ritual sacrifice and dancing leads to those boys showing up.

The Winchesters.

What’s worse is that they don’t stop with their bullshit of; ‘saving people, hunting things. The family business.’

I mean, holy shit. What the hell is wrong with these two?

We get it, you’re the good guys. Well done. But seriously, why can’t they just stop.

Not the hunting because we’ve all heard the rumours of what happens when they stop hunting, try to settle down and/or separate.

People get hurt and die. Which is pretty tragic.
Almost as tragic as their taste in fashion.

Seriously, what is up with all that plaid? Where the hell does it come from?

At least demons dress well. That’s a good thing. The ONLY good thing about them really.

But they’re annoying. This tag thing is so annoying. I just want it off my skin but no.

Crowley’s the son of a witch. Of fucking course. So he uses magic to tag people. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, he’s tagged me because I may of made people a get out of hell free card. So what?

It’s just a bit of harmless fun really.

They get out, keep their souls and because they’re greedy, they’ll make another deal which will then lead to them begging me for a card which I will happily give (for a price of course) and thus, the cycle continues.

Crowley doesn’t see it that way. Such a dick.

You’d think the king of demons; the lying, cheating scumbags, would be able to see the bright side in a scam.

Not when it affects him.

Or that pair of wild animals.

Moose and Squirrel.

Very fitting.

Especially now that I’m watching them sleep.

The bigger one, Sam I believe, really does look like a moose.

The Squirrel curls up in comparison.

Too bad that Douchebag McGee himself isn’t here to see this because then I could curse all three of them together.

Oh well, better now than never.

Once I’m rid of them, Crowley will remove the tag and I can go on my merry way, far away from Hecate and far away from this country.

Goodbye Winchesters, hello freedom.
Hello friend. It's been a while. It's been exactly 12 hours and 14 minutes since my arrest and 16 hours, 32 minutes since my lost dosage of morphine. I've been through the usual after effects of not having morphine in my system and I've been down from my high for quite a while so I can't feel any effects. It's strange. Morphine is illegal and yet our society is fabricated on pills, powders and remedies that make people feel the way society wants the to. Where I am now,two cops are on anti-depressants and a detective takes Midol for her period so that she can continue to work despite it being a natural bodily function. Yet, if someone takes any other form of drug that the government can't make money off of by tax or-

The door opens and that woman comes back. Y/N if I remember correctly. She's clever and obviously not from here judging by the accent. She walks forward and sits down in the chair in front of me, the opposite side of the metal table whih blocks the view of the camera mounted in the wall at just above the back of the chair's height.

"So, Mr Alderson, I have heard a lot about you. How you took down Evil Corp and how your court appointed therapist's boyfriend reported a threat from someone matching your description. You've been cautious but cocky. That's why I'm here. I should be reporting everything you've done by recording everything you say but I want to know more about you. So, Mr Aldersn, what do you see?" She tilts her head to the left, hands clasped under chin as she says this.

"Where are you from?"

She squints, "Excuse me?"

I repeat the question.

She removes her hands from under her chins and places them in her lap. "I see you've picked up on my accent. No, I'm not from here, I'm from Y/C (Y/S). Now I want you to answer me. What do you see?"

I don't raise my head to look around. "First, the room itself. It has plain white walls that have many cacks, probably from violent interviews that haven't been patched over. Second, there are three cameras. One behind you that has been blocked by you. One on the cieling next to the light and another mounted in the corner. There are two chairs and a singular thin table so this is an interview room. Thirdly, door has a lock on the outside. Forthly, the floor is grey like cement. Last of all, in the seat opposite me is a good-looking woman dressed in a black pencil skirt with a white blouse and heels. No make-up. No accesories. Hair in a ponytail."

She smirks, "Exactly. There are cameras. These cameras are replaying a loop of you sitting here all alone, doing absolutly nothing for the time we've been in here and a remaining 3 minutes and 42 seconds approximately. Also, the cameras outside this hallway are replaying a video of just that. A hallway. The audio for every camera had to be cut off however. But, what's a girl to do. Anyway, you have two choices. One, you can leave before I do and not tuurn back but you'll have to be quick. Or, you can stay here and if you mention I was here, no one will believe you. They'l think you've gone mad or have gotten your hands on more morphine which will ensure more time in isolation. The choice is yous."

What do I gain if I stay? She could be lying but why risk her job.

I stand up pushing the chair back and I walk towards the door and open it before pulling my hood up. Before the door closes I look back at her. She doesn't turn around as the door closes. I take a step forward.

"Oh, Mr Alderson, before I forget, don't talk to anyone from FSociety if you wish to see me again and thank you for the flattery. Good day."

I can't hear if she moves so I do. I walk briskly down the corridor but I can't help but wonder, will I ever see her again?
Fear of Heights or Fear of Death? 3
Elliot Anderson x Reader
Y/C means your country
If you're from America the option for your state is in brackets.
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