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fussymeanie999 · 4 years ago

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first time - loki laufeyson x plus-size reader

WARNING: this is going to be around 90% dirty smut. you have been warned. mentions of: cunnilingus, deepthroat, facefucking, unprotected sex, breeding, first time

synopsis: reader feels extremely insecure about her figure, loki finds her being absolutely destroyed, he decides to show her how beautiful she is.

a/n: also, i like used a scene from my mad fat diary for one of the dialogues (another one of my favourite shows), so all creds to them! i also used a monologue called "corsets and courtship" for some of loki's quotes by @tomhiddlestonsoundalike on tumblr so all credz to him and whoever wrote the text!

enjoy, my plussize queens (or whoever's reading this lol)

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you stood in front of your mirror, in your undergarments, looking at your own reflexion, your fingers grazing your own skin, cringing at every bump or texture you felt. your skin wasn't as soft as you'd want it to be. it wore many marks, wether from your skin stretching or plain old cellulite. you had some pimples, some scarring... you hated it. all of it. you just wished you were perfect. you weren't skinny, that was for sure. you weren't even mid-size. you were a big girl. and as much as you'd want to pretend you weren't, there were times where that was impossible. you didn't fit in any "regular sizes" and not every store had a plus-size section. you were afraid to eat in front of people. you couldn't even be intimate with your boyfriend.

ah. your boyfriend. your boyfriend's name was loki. and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon. well, not a man. technically he was an alien. or a god? he came from asgard. a different planet and it honestly baffled you that a literal god would go for someone like you, when he could get anyone he ever wanted. you couldn't believe what you were hearing when he revealed his feelings for you. of course you were hopelessly in love with him but you just couldn't believe he felt the same way. fat girls never get the hot guys. at least not in any story you ever heard, especially not in your life. you never had a boyfriend. no one had really shown any interest in you and you didn't either. mostly because you didn't think anyone would feel the same. you didn't feel as though you deserved to be with anyone, you were too big, too unattractive, too insecure. so you never really tried. until loki came around.

he became part of your life almost a year ago to this day. he was your first kiss, first date, first everything. the only first that was missing was... your first time. yes. you were a virgin. a fat virgin at that. you didn't even let loki see you without a shirt on. the mere thought made you burst into tears, imagining different improbable scenarios where he'd be so disgusted by your figure he'd leave you. but you wanted to. you wanted him to see you and you wanted him to touch you. you wanted him in every sense of the term, but you couldn't bring yourself to reveal your body to him when the time came. he was always understanding, listening to your wishes and never made you feel like you had to do anything you didn't want to do. but you could feel how much it made him ache to not be able to be with you the ways he wanted to. it made you ache as well.

you grabbed at your fat, your jiggly rolls, covered in purple stripes and you couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall, roll down your cheek. your small cries suddenly became sobs, and they became louder and louder, as your brain was flooded with images of loki's face, disgusted in your figure. you let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling your stomach touch your thighs, making your sobs grow even louder. you held your stomach in one of your hands and and the other directed itself on your face, massaging your temple, feeling your heart beat inside your head.

you thought you were alone. you really did.

you heard the door of your bedroom creak. your head immediately jolted up as your glistening eyes met with familiar blue-ish green orbs. you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your almost naked body, your sobs completely stopping but your tears still melted away on your round cheeks.

your raven-haired lover walked in the room, carefully.

"oh my sweet girl, what has happened?" the god said softly, carefully kneeling in front of you.

he slowly held out his hand to meet yours with confusion, worry and a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly dodged it and got up, covering your entire front side with the blanket and quickly turning around so he couldn't see the back of you.

"nothing" you struggled to say, in between cries, still backing away from him.

you continued walking backwards until your lower back hit the dresser. you looked down, for a few quick seconds and when you looked back up, your lover was only a mere 2 inches away from your face. he cupped your visage with his hands and softly wiped your dried tears with the back of his thumb.

" you know how much i trust you my darling..." he started. " ... but this doesn't look like nothing."

he started slowly stroking your hair and brushing it with his fingers. you tried avoiding his stare but it was useless, as he was grabbing your face and lifted your chin up to make you look at him straight in the eyes.

as his stare felt as though it was piercing through your soul, you couldn't contain your cries anymore.

" be honest with me... i beg of you... it pains me to see you like this" he pleaded.

you started to contain your sobs a bit better, but you still felt so much pain.

" why... why are you with me loki...?" you were able to blurt out.

confusion. confusion was all that was written over his face. he also looked a bit hurt.

his stare started going around the room, trying to find an answer to your question. his hands, that previously were cupping your face, slid down to your throat and rested on your collarbone, his thumb drawing circles over your thyroid.

"what kind of question is that?" he said, annoyance in his voice. you were afraid you made him angry.

"loki... you can have anyone you want, alright? you're a god..." you said, tears still brimming the sides of your eyes.

loki looked at you with so much hurt, it was hard to keep eye contact.

" you're an 11, and i'm a two at best..." you proceeded. "most people, when they see us, out in public, or on social media, they must be thinking; "oh he must be absolutely mad going out with that..." you stopped yourself when you saw loki's facial expression go from hurt to raging.

"that what?" he asked firmly.

you didn't answer.

"THAT WHAT?" he screamed, making you jump.

he put a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

"how many times do i have to tell you, y/n?" he started. "you are my person. my woman. my everything. you are the most magnificent being my eyes ever laid upon. the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms. can't you see? can't you? because i can. i see it everyday. i don't have to see you bare to know. never say that to me again, you understand? do you? do you understand?" he said, starting softly and becoming more firm.

his hands were still hanging by your collarbone, but you felt them grip at your skin, desperate for your understanding, for your touch, for you.

"... i" you started. "i d-do..." you stuttered through sniffles.

he looked at you directly in the eyes. you knew he loved you.

'but not enough.' you thought to yourself.

your love carefully placed his lips upon yours. his lips that you were familiar with. lips you kissed thousands of times. lips you loved. lips you longed for. you needed. the kiss he planted was one of the most delicate kisses he'd ever given you, but at the same time, one of the most passionate. it felt like all of the love he felt for you he poured out into you and in that moment, you felt like nothing could come between you two.

"p-please don't leave me, loki..." you cried out after the kiss.

"my love, my love, my love... never. i love you." he reassured you, stroking your hair.

he planted kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and then back to your lips, this time with more hunger. it was like all of the times he had to restrain himself, when you felt like you weren't ready, completely melted into that kiss. all of his passion, his love, his hunger, his despair, and more importantly his lust, he finally let it all out and you let it all in.

"loki..." you panted in between kisses.

"mmh... yes my love?" he said, intensifying and deepening his kisses more and more.

you hesitated. but you knew. you knew you were ready.

"i-...mmh... i want you." you said, desperation tinting your voice, sounding almost like a plea.

loki slowed down. he took a minute to look at you in the eyes. he wasn't sure what to say. he wasn't even sure what you were saying.

"what?" was all he could muster up to say.

you looked at him with a little more confidence and nodded slowly.

the look on his face was priceless. he would finally be able to be with you.

"a-are you sure about this, love?" he said, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

you nodded again.

he grabbed the sides of your head firmly and leaned in to kiss you once more. his hands trailed down the sides of your body and started playing with the blanket that you were still holding firmly in your hands. you were scared to let go. to be completely bare to him.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to let this go, my darling." he whispered in you ear, taking the chance to leave a wet kiss on your lobe, slightly biting down on it.

he grabbed your shaking hands in his, drawing circles with his thumb softly against yours.

"give yourself to me, little one... let me see you, touch you, feel you, taste you. i beg... i beg of you." he whispered again, pressing his forehead against yours.

you breathed heavily. you wanted him to see you. to touch you, feel you...

the wall you had built had always seemed so hard to knock down... but in this moment though, that wall seemed to be made of silk. all you had to do was let it go.

"okay..." you said, in the softest voice you ever spoke.

you backed away from loki and walked backwards a few feet. you were now standing the back of your knees faced towards the end of the bed. loki was staring at you proufoundly, awaiting your reveal impatiently.

your hands were trembling. you had nightmares about this moment. you had panic attacks for this moment. this moment was everything. but something about loki... was it the way he stood? the way he spoke? was it his stare? something about him made you feel safe. safer than you had ever felt before tonight.

so you let go.

you felt the blanket reach your toes. you cringed. so you closed your eyes, not wanting to witness loki's disappointment. you awaited any second now a hurl, a disgusted sound or a hurtful comment. but none of that.

you carefully opened your eyes, only to find loki with a gaping mouth, having the most amazing look on his face. a look of pure love, of endless attraction and mesmerising lust.

he approached you slowly, making each of his step count. when he finally reached you, he immediately pressed his forehead against yours. though your eyes were staring down at your feet, you could feel his stare devouring you.

he carefully placed his hand upon yours and let it trail up your arm. then back down again, giving you chills.

he didn't say anything. not a word. what was he thinking?

"i... i look disgusting i know, i'm so sorry. i know i disappoint..." you said, starting to regret the blanket had reached the floor.

you heard loki sigh so heavily.

"you... have got to be joking, love..." were the first words he spoke after seeing your figure. you heard the smile through his voice.

"in all of my..." he started. you heard him swallow before continuing. "in all of my 1056 years of living... never... and i mean never... have i ever witnessed such beauty before this night. my sweet, sweet girl, i simply do not understand why you felt the need to hide."

his hand reached your face and kissed you so passionately, you felt a sort of... heat at the bottom of your stomach. it was an unfamiliar feeling.

that same hand made its way to your neck, then to your shoulder and started playing with one of your bra straps. eventually, he completely took it off and did the same with the other strap.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me right now..." the god said, in a lower, hungrier voice.

"what am i doing to you?" you asked, innocently.

in between kisses, you could feel loki smirk against your lips.

his hand went from your shoulder, trailed down your arm and grabbed your hand in his. he took it and before you knew it he pressed it upon himself. his black, silky, suit pants were showing a bulge in between his legs and that's exactly where he put your hand.

he was hard.

when you first touched it, you heard a whimper come from your lover. god, he needed you.

"this... this is what you are doing to me, darling."

you couldn't believe the words he was saying to you. you felt as though you were in a sort of dream. loki wanted you. he was... quite literally hard for you.

loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. his eyes went extremely dark.

"lay down. on the bed. now." he demanded firmly.

you obeyed his commands in the blink of an eye. you were ready.

you laid down on the bed, on your backside, carefully. when you got comfortable you looked up at loki and saw him looking at you, with hungrier eyes. eyes that were darker and more lustful than ever. he was devouring you with his eyes and he made sure to capture every square inch of skin of your body.

with only a smirk and the flick of a hand on your partner's part, your bra disappeared in a light green magic, leaving your breasts uncovered and nipples starting to harden.

loki obviously couldn't contain himself any longer and almost jumped on top of you, kissing you savagely, making his way down your neck, leaving all sorts of love marks, some darker than others. some of them were painful but the pain only reminded you that this was real. when he got to your breasts, you could almost see his mouth water.

he carefully grabbed one with his hand, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"so soft, so plump... for me. oh god, sweetheart you're giving me such a delight"

and with no warning he started giving you small licks, around your nipple, carefully approaching your most sensitive part, which he enthusiastically started to flick with his tongue. the sudden pleasure rose your voice as you let out a small whimper, begging for more.

"yes... yes my sweet girl... let it out... show me how much you want this" he said in a raspier voice.

you found your fingers playing with his raven-black locks, as his mouth played with your brown-ish pink buttons.

he did so for some while, until he felt your hand grasp at his vest. you wanted him to reveal himself to you as well. he got the message pretty quickly.

he looked up from his meal, giving you the same amount of eye contact, as he took off his black blazer, black tie and black vest. all he had on were his bottoms but you were too worried about his beautiful torso to notice. you let your hands wonder on his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin, some of his hair, up to his pecs, you couldn't believe it. how can this man become even more beautiful?

"like the view, my love?" he asked. you enthusiastically nodded.

he bent down to leave more love bites over your torso and your breasts. he started to slowly go down your body leaving kisses under your breast, going even nearer to the most insecure part of your body. you cringed and whimpered again, but this time in a less of a pleasurable manner, remembering all of your stretch marks and cellulite, knowing he'll be disappointed.

"i... couldn't... be... more... in... love..." he breathed out between his wet kisses. he was now definitely directly on your tummy.

he looked up, knowing you wouldn't like this part. he met your eyes and definitely noticed your hesitation.

he got back up, towering over you. he bent back down, catching your lips in his.

he carefully started stroking your hair, in the most loving manner you could ever imagine. he looked at you straight in the eyes, seeming like he was trying to deliver a message directly to your soul.

"what have i done to deserve you?" he asked, his voice choking in between his words.

those words completely melted your aching heart.

it was your turn to touch him. you said nothing as you slowly stroked his cheek with the back of your hand, giving him your approval by a shake of the head.

he smiled and his head disappeared to your stomach again.

you could feel his hands rome around your entire body and his mouth leaving wet kisses over your stomach. his long raven hair still trailed around higher up on your torso, nearer to your breasts.

he finally got to the place his own body longed for the most.

at this point you were completely damp and you awaited his reaction to your wetness impatiently.

he quickly gave you one of the hungrier and most impatient look you'd ever seen him give you.

he got up in front of the bed, looking you up and down like a predator looks at its prey and with the flick of hand, yet again, loki made your panties disappear in a light shimmering green magic, leaving you completely bare. all that was covering you up were your legs, still pressed firmly together.

loki carefully placed his hands over your bare knees. he could feel you trembling. was it from excitement? nervousness? or desire?

"open up for me, my love... let me in" he said in a demanding, pleading voice.

you slowly started to comply and let your legs go loose. your lover took it upon himself and slowly spread your thighs apart. he couldn't believe his eyes.

he was letting himself finally see your aching core. he could see it glistening, it was calling to him, begging for his touch. he was the one the one responsible and he'd never felt prouder. he admired every fold, every forgotten hair you missed while shaving, everything about it was inviting.

"oh my sweet sweet girl... look at the state of you. don't you understand how long i've been waiting? to see you in this position, completely at my mercy, legs spread, only for me..."

he gulped and whimpered at the sight of you, as you spread you legs even further. he could feel the tightness in his pants become almost unbearable. he'd never been this aroused before in his entire life. but first, he needed a taste of you.

he slowly started leaving wet kisses over your thighs, getting closer and closer to your velvet folds. his hands traveled your entire body. your body, that felt as though it had been set on fire. he once again cupped one of your breasts and started flicking your nipples with his fingertips. you let yet another whimper escape your lips, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone.

you felt his hot breath against your wet love box and that was all it took to make you go insane.

"p-please..." you pleaded to the god.

he took your scent in, smelling the most mouth-watering aroma he ever got the chance to smell in all of his 1000 years.

"you don't have to ask me twice, my sweetness..." were his last words before delving in.

he placed his fingers upon your aching core, exploring all of your folds, he couldn't believe how wet you were.

"darling... you are dripping..."

he let his fingers trail for a few seconds, until they reached your entrance. he circled it with the tip of his finger as he finally placed his lips right on top of your sensitive button.

the sudden, unfamiliar sense of pleasure, completely took you by surprise as you yelped.

his tongue peaked through after a few kisses planted on your clitoris. it circled in the same motions his finger was making to your entrance. he was so soft, so cautious. but you could feel the heat in the bottom of your stomach growing darker, more demanding so you placed you hands on the top of your lover's head, brushing your fingers through his hair and slightly pushing his head down on your core.

loki got the message, as his circles became more passionate and as he started flicking his tongue aggressively at your core.

you felt your entire body tremble in desire as loki's finger plunged itself in between your folds, exploring your insides.

you were now moaning deliberately, wanting him to add digits. you thought you'd be more resistant, you thought it'd be a little painful, even but all you could feel was pleasure.

"more..." you pleaded.

as the words were still hanging from your lips, loki plunged yet another finger in, and this time, you did feel a little resistance but you didn't care. you wanted him. you wanted him so much.

his tongue was working wonders on your clit. you would think the man hadn't eaten in days at the sight of him. he was completely devouring you and you could feel the pleasure build up inside of you.

the mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his tongue flicking at your sensitive button, all of it was too much for you to handle. you felt something was coming.

"loki... l-loki... something... something's happening." you panted, in between moans.

he didn't stop. he knew what he was doing. he went harder, his tongue completely destroying you.

"i can feel it as well... your heat... your wetness... let yourself come undone, my sweet... for me" he whispered, panting, in between licks.

'come undone?' you thought. but before you knew it, you felt it. the highest peak of pleasure your body had ever felt in its life. you felt your thighs squeeze around the god's head, squashing him a little. you didn't want to hurt him but you couldn't contain yourself, as you screamed his name, not believing that amount of pleasure was even possible. it was electrifying. your whole body reacted, you were sweating. you put your hand over your mouth and bit down your finger to stop yourself from becoming a screaming mess, but it was already too late, as you rode your orgasm out to the last bit of pleasure you could conquer up.

"you taste even sweeter than i thought you would, sweet girl" he said, giving the nickname a whole different meaning.

you let out a huge sigh, slowly coming back to your senses. you looked up as loki got up from between your legs, his hand still caressing your folds slowly and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. you tasted what you thought was yourself. oddly enough, you didn't cringe, you hadn't found yourself to taste disgusting. it was... kind of erotic actually.

"loki i..." you started. you didn't know how to ask. "i want to..." you sighed out.

"say it, darling" he said, stroking your hair, still caressing in between your legs.

"i want to taste you... too" you finally let out.

you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. you wanted to thank him in a way.

he was surprised. he didn't think you were ready.

"you made me feel so good today... i want to reciprocate the feeling... y'know..." you said, shyly.

loki's hand pulled at your hair to make you look at him.

"is that what you want?" he asked, firmly. he grabbed your hand and slowly pressed it yet again on his throbbing member, through his tightening pants.

he sighed heavily, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

you nodded, slowly. he smirked.

"then, get on your knees."

you obeyed.

you liked how he commanded you and guided you through all of your movements. you were nervous he wasn't going to enjoy, but the anticipated look on his face told you otherwise. also, the throbbing length in his pants.

you were now on your knees, on the floor, at the end of the bed and loki was sitting, his still clothed legs spread, inviting you in.

you started to slowly stroke his thigh, rubbing your hand up and down, each time getting closer to his private. you did the same thing with his other thigh, feeling the god getting impatient with your teasing.

you finally placed your hand over his member, giving it a small squeeze. you heard your lover grunt, at only your touch.

"you're eager" you stated, looking up at him. he gave you a smirk.

"less talking." he said, darkly.

you complied, massaging his bulge through his pants.

when you finally unzipped them, you heard your lover let out a sigh of relief. you wanted to bring them down to his ankles, but loki, being impatient, made them disappear in his green magic.

"hey. let me work." you said, in more of a joking way.

"i said... less talking" he repeated.

you noticed a small wet spot on his grey boxers. you bent down, without touching it, smelling it.

you felt the god squirm under you, eager to feel you around him.

you carefully, and slowly took his boxers down, letting his member spring free of its shackles, finally revealing itself to you.

he was huge. it was veiny, its tip was a dark pink, almost red, it was pale like the rest of his body. but most importantly, it was enormous.

"like the view, my love?" he asked for the second time that night.

you nodded your head enthusiastically. all you wanted was to get a taste.

you carefully approached your hand to the hot spot. the second your fingers reached his skin, loki whimpered. it was burning up, but it was so soft. you felt the veins under your fingertips, and suddenly it was like you knew exactly what to do. you carefully started stroking him and ran your thumb over the most sensitive part of his shaft, his frenulum, and heard him whimper once again.

"please" he pleaded, imitating your pleas from earlier.

"you don't have to tell me twice" you imitated as well.

you approched his tip to your lips and delicately gave him a soft kiss. his skin was so warm.

you continued giving him small pecks but you felt him get, yet again, impatient with your teasing.

"oh come on..." he pleaded.

you looked at him. sweat was dripping down his forehead.

you then flipped his cock over, back to his stomach to give yourself full access to the base of his member. you placed your tongue directly in between his balls and shaft and worked your way up to his tip, making sure you passed by his sensitive junction between his red bulb and the rest of his penis. directly after, you put his tip in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth, tasting the drops of pre-cum he deposited on your tongue.

you heard him moan, some cusses flew out of his mouth, he moaned mainly your name, or called you by all sorts of nicknames.

"oh my, oh my... you're doing so good... mmh... g-good girl..." he moaned out.

his words were able to bring back that heat at the bottom of your stomach. you slowly directed your hand in between your thighs and started stroking your own bundle of nerves. loki didn't seem to notice, too lost in the waves of pleasure you were giving him.

he was now moaning deliberately. he tried... he really tried, but he couldn't contain himself anymore, he grabbed your head, pulled you by your hair and pushed your head down to take more of his shaft. you awaited a gag or any sort of resistance on your part, really, but nothing came.

loki got up from where he was sitting, your head still enveloping his shaft and started moving back and forth, you being completely at his mercy. he was deliberately fucking your face, and you let him.

he moaned your name so many times you'd lost count. he became more and more agressive with each thrust until all of his shaft was buried down your throat. he held your head down for a few seconds, gripping at your hair, letting his cock sit in your mouth, until he finally pulled out, a strand of saliva escaping your lips. he was out of breath, but not as much as you.

"you feel so good, my love. you're doing amazing" he said, panting.

you gave him a few kitten licks, asking for more. he buried his cock again down your throat, pumping in and out. he was fucking your face as though it was a cunt, using your throat as a mere hole that was made to mold his shaft perfectly.

you weren't gagging which surprised you. you'd never tested your gag reflex, but obviously you didn't have any.

you felt him go faster and faster until he once again, suddenly stopped as your head was completely enveloping his shaft. but this time, he started grunting and moaning, louder, in more of an animalistic way, holding your head down, hard, as deep as he could go.

"i- i'm cumming, love" he grunted out.

suddenly, you could taste bitterness, saltiness explode in your mouth, and run down your throat. your first instinct was to spit it out, but your god kept your head in place, making you swallow. it felt never ending. he kept cumming and cumming. you thought the taste would repulse you, from what you had heard from friends and the internet, but you honestly didn't find it to be that disgusting.

he stayed in that same position, holding your head in place, for another ten to fifteen seconds after he came. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he finally removed himself.

you took a deep breath, considering you could finally breathe properly.

loki knelt down to your level. he looked at your face. fortunately, you weren't wearing makeup, so no makeup to ruin. your eyes were red, tears had run down your face, you had spit all over the sides of your face, and some of loki's cum had fallen out of the corners of your mouth. he wiped it with his thumb and took it up to your mouth.

you sucked his thumb dry, tasting him yet again.

he gave you a loving smile.

"mine." he simply said, in a soft manner.

he then kissed you in the most loving way he could, tasting himself on your lips.

he then backed away, looking you up and down, noticing your hand still wondering around in between your thighs. he smirked and locked eyes with you.

"i think we're gonna have to take care of that." he said, as he got up. he was now standing up while you were still on your knees. you noticed his cock was hard again, once it got to your eye level. how was that even possible? how could he be hard again this quick? you had to remind yourself he did have the stamina of a god. he handed you his hand for you to take, which you did.

he got you up and carefully placed his hands on the sides of your head and started stroking your hair.

"are you still sure you want to do this my love?" he asked.

you chuckled.

"after what we've done? i'm pretty sure there's no backing up now?"

he gave you a confused look.

"of course there is. i'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable doing, sweetheart." he said.

you sighed at your poor choice of words.

"and i know that." you started. "but i'm ready. i want you... loki."

he smiled yet again. he didn't say a word. he just kissed you. it was a passionate kiss, like all of your others that night. his hands roamed around your body as if it was discovering it again for the first time.

taking you by surprise, he lifted you up, flipped you around and threw you on the bed. never had you been picked up before. you always thought you'd break the person's spine. but loki lifted you up so easily, you felt like a feather.

"you're mine" the god grunted, as he plunged on top of you. he spread your legs open, as far as he could and positioned himself right between them.

he reached down to your bundle of nerves and drew circles with his fingers like he did earlier. he wound up plunging his fingers inside you yet again, prepping you for what was about to replace them. you could feel his length harden even more against your thigh, as he did so.

you started whimpering, wanting more than just his digits to fill you.

your whimpers were like music to loki's ears. he loved hearing how much you longed for him. he loved seeing you squirm under him. he enjoyed feeling all powerful, having that much control over you.

"take me" you sighed out, looking at your lover straight in the eyes. you couldn't hold it in anymore. you needed him. you needed him inside you. now.

he smirked as he bent down, to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"tell me when you want to stop, my darling. use your words." he asked of you.

you nodded, agreeing to his words, whilst trying to spread your legs even further.

his fingers left your core, leaving you needy and wanting to feel him once more, but they were quickly replaced by what you knew was his tip. he started slowly moving back in forth in between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

he gave you a look, pleading for approval.

you slowly nodded, ready to take him in.

you felt his his bulb starting to peak inside of you. you winced, feeling a slight resistance.

he stopped. but you nodded again, asking for him to continue.

as he buried his shaft deeper in you, it started to really hurt. for real this time.

"ow, ow. stop." you asked. "but stay inside. just stay... stay like this. let me- let me adjust."

he listened to you.

"are you okay, my love?" he asked, still halfway inside of you.

you nodded again, breathing heavily. you knew you could do it. you wanted to.

"p-... proceed." you said.

he listened to you again, burying himself entirely in you. he let out a loud grunt. your walls had adjusted to the size of his member and it felt less painful.

your lover moaned again.

"you.. are so tight, oh my. you feel so good." he panted.

you smiled. you loved seeing him in this much pleasure. you loved the passionate, lustful look on his face, all of it was for you.

he started moving back and forth, slowly, being really careful of each and every one of your movements, analyzing if you wanted to continue or not.

the first few thrusts were painful but eventually the pain left and absolute ecstasy took its place.

loki noticed the change in you and decided to give his thrusts more power, barely able to contain himself. he pumped in and out of your aching core at a medium rate. he wanted to go faster, harder but he stayed careful.

but you... you wanted more. you started clawing at loki's back, bringing him closer to you and leaving red scratches all over his back. you kissed his neck, his torso, leaving him the same bruises he left you earlier, though yours weren't as agressive as his. yours were small, red, but his eventually became huge purple bruises. and you had them all over your body. he started leaving you some more, on your neck, your collarbone, imitating your movements.

"more..." you pleaded.

he smirked against your skin, left you yet another passionate kiss on your lips and with that, his thrusts became harder, more agressive, much faster. you felt as if he was trying to crawl inside of you.

you both started moaning and screaming each other's names at the top of your lungs. your lover got up, detaching his torso from yours, trying to find an angle where he could go deeper inside of you. you wanted him back, missing the heat of his body. you reached out to him with your arm, but he firmly grabbed it, stopping you in your tracks. you were surprised. he looked down at you, staring at you straight in the eyes. his eyes went dark. his hand that had stopped your movement, trailed up from your hand, to you elbow and up your arm, until it reached the crook between your shoulder and your neck. his thumb drew circles over your cheek, then your chin and finally on your throat. you didn't even have the time to realise but his hand had completely wrapped itself around your throat, choking you slightly. you could still breathe completely fine, but his hand held your head in space, as his thrusts became even harder, if that was even possible.

he started panting, completely losing himself in the moment.

he bent down again, still holding your throat in his hand. he grabbed you and forced your face to be centimetres from his.

"mine." he said in a deep, grunting voice.

that word was the one that completely sent you over the edge. you could feel your walls clench around his member, your were close. you needed your release.

"loki... i'm close." you tried sighing out.

he understood you perfectly. the hand he wasn't using to choke you found its way down between your legs and started playing agressively at your clit.

"let go, baby... let go" he panted.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you let your orgasm take control of your entire body. your legs were shaking, your hips started grinding against loki's, your hands scratched at his back even deeper, your eyes were rolling back inside your head, and your mouth gaped wide open, letting all sorts of cusses fly out of your mouth.

as you rode out your orgasm, you knew loki was close as well. seeing you in this intense state, all because of him, sent him over the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

you started grinding your hips even more agressively, trying to meet his.

"come on, baby..." you whispered in his ear, leaving all sorts of wet kisses and hickey's all over his body.

you ran your finger through his curls, pulling at his hair.

and that's when you knew. you felt his hand grasped at your throat even tighter, making you gasp for air. he stopped moving, buried deep inside of you.

"oh my fu..." he started, moaning loudly.

you had made some research about how it would be like to have someone cum inside of you. you found out most people couldn't feel it. but you did. you felt all of it. you felt a warmth completely invade your insides, it kept coming and coming, just like earlier but this time inside of you.

loki's hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly, but as his orgasm ended, he eventually loosened his grasp.

when he finally stopped coming, as he was still buried inside you, he finally looked up at you and left a wet kiss your lips.

"i love you" he said, out of breath.

"i love you too."

loki looked down and smirked, taking his hand off your throat.

"no... don't say it like that... don't say "too"... it sounds like you're just agreeing with me. say it for real..."

you scoffed a little, thinking his request to be a little ridiculous. but you understood. you ran your fingers through his raven locks, held his head between both your hands, making him look at you.

"i love you, loki... i love you." you said softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

he gave you a wide smile and kissed you once more. he gave you a kiss full of love and passion.

after your kiss, he slowly pulled out of you. you felt so full, a second ago, the absence of his shaft between your legs contrasted so much with the empiness you now felt.

loki bent down again between your thighs to watch his seed run out of you. it felt yet again, never ending, but loki watched attentively.

"what a beautiful sight... may i snap a picture?" he said, jokingly.

"shut up..." you said in the same tone.

he gave you one last lick to your core and licked his lips, not minding his cum, plastered over your folds.

"i'll get a towel..." he said, leaving one last peck on your lips.

"thank you, honey..." you thanked him softly.

as you layed, completely naked on your bed, you thought.

you no longer felt restrained in your own skin, not around him at least. he made you feel seen, loved, desirable. you hated your body a little bit less, now. you might even try eating in front of people! maybe... you and loki didn't just have sex that night. you made love. he didn't just take your virginity, he made you into a better, improved version of yourself.

you were never more in love with him than in that moment.

loki came back with a light pink towel. he rose your hips up in the air and deposited it under you. he used the other end of the towel to wipe his seed off you.

once you were clean, loki got back off the bed and put the towel back in the bathroom.

he joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

you felt so good. better than you had in years. with him. you felt so loved.

you didn't want to move, but you remembered you had to pee after a sexual intercourse... you read it in a blog.

you nudged loki, trying to get off the bed, but loki held you back, making it impossible for you to move.

"don't... even think about it." he said firmly under his breath.

you chuckled.

"i'm gonna get a urinary tract infection... and it's gonna be on you." you said in an accusing manner.

"darling, i'm a god... i have super powers, you're not gonna get a... whatever sort of infection you're talking about."

you scoffed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, sighing heavily.

loki left a loving kiss on the top of your head and held you tighter.

"you're mine... all mine."

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reginarubie · 2 years ago

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For the brutally honest ship opinion : Rhaenicent, Daemyra, Alicole and Harwin/Rhaenyra. Also, this has nothing to do with the ships, but I desperately need you to validate my hate for Corlys. He's an incredibly sexist man preferring strong bastards over his own granddaughters, but has the audacity to complain that the realm was just as sexist to Rhaenys. Also, he's so spineless, you think Rhae killed you son and your brother and you're still supporting her anyway? The latter

Ciao anon!,

Let’s start by the ships!

Rhaenyra and Alicent

Tbh, with the way they have acted and are framed in the show? Totally dig it, wether as some sexual tension, emotive tension or simply two souls who love each other but are torn apart by duty, flaws and conviction.

It has emotional depth. In book canon I understand things were pretty different, but using show as canon it is interesting and I can see why people would ship them. The friends who love each other (be it sexual or platonic) and are torn from each other because of society, duty, flaws and conviction … not only because of the world around them but because of them themselves… it’s interesting and I personally loved this change from the bookverse.

So, 8/10 as long as it remains true to the plot of the story and the characters.

Daemon and Rhaenyra

We have no respect for a grooming disrespectful meow meow in this household. For how cute he may act, all headnudges here and there, he is a grooming manwhore who was better off exiled for good.

And whilst I agree the actors played their part right (perhaps playing much in the direction of what fans had wanted Jonerys to be) I still can’t look past the fact he basically groomed her (and her whole “I am not sixteen anymore” line drives the point even more home) and Laena (who might I remind you is younger than Rhaenyra).

He also killed his first wife, ignored his second wife’s wishes and made her daughter feel inadequate because she was not a dragon rider and put hands on Rhaenyra.

Noh. Sure he supported her claim to the Iron throne (also because he himself thrives for power, look at the Black Queen until Rhaenyra gets Lucerys’ death’s news, he tries to force her hand and only backs down when she is forcefully pulling rank on him. He tries to be the head of the entire campaign, and she has to command her son to make sure Daemon’s commands are not followed without her say so which tells us much of how much she trusts him).

-100/10

Alicent and Criston

Chanson de geste ship, the eternal knight and the lady he champions passion filled gaze and pining and angst. Filled with the dark hues of the world of F&B, totally dig it despite their flaws and the way Criston changes during the years.

It makes sense.

Can I have more, ma’am and sir?/10

Harwin and Rhaenyra

Possibly the only not toxic relationship Rhaenyra has with a man.

They’re both adults, they have a consensual relationship with which both seem happy with (they are tear stricken when they have to separate) and tho it’s obvious Harwin would’ve liked to be more open with his children the rumours were there exactly because he acted very much like a father, more than Laenor did anyway. Harwin seems to accept Rhaenyra with all her quirks and flaws and loves her anyway.

Truly, I like them and despite the whole dishonourable matter caused by the marriage with Laenor and the society itself, forced to be lovers instead of man and wife in the context they are, I think they make a fine pair and he’s very supporting of her and she seems very earnest toward him, defending at least in private, what little rights she could give him.

8/10

Now onto the Corlys dislike know this. I am with you. I actually have another ask about him and Rhaenys and his whole character, so look out for that too because I am going to validate your dislike for him by my own opinion (for how validating that may be), so look out for that.

Corlys and Rhaenys, brutally honest opinion also why Corlys is NOT the new Ned, ffs.

As always thank you for the ask, hope you have an amazing day! Sending my love as always ~G.

#the hag's brutally honest opinions #brutally honest opinions fire and blood edition #brutally honest opinion House of the dragon edition #brutally honest opinions on ships #ask the hag #anon asks

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healpeony · 4 years ago

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Love Story

Levi Ackerman x reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Levi's and Y/n love isn't accepted by many specially Y/n's parents, an Eldian and a Marleyan? a great represention of Persephone's and Hades love.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; profanity, angst, scene of smut (not explicitly described), violence, blood, being called whore (by her mother), homophobia (also used by her mother), spoilers.

Taglist; @icedkoffees

Note; she/her pronouns used for the reader as well as female anatomy. Also I'm using what Isayama said about how Levi would act shy around his crush and him being uncomfortable with sexual intercourse. And I also want to add that I don't know much about what happens when the Marleyans invaded Paradise, and I also added my own thing to help with my plot so this could be call a cannonverse!au.

PERSEPHONE a young women who's innocence was taken from her the moment she was kidnapped by her uncle, who fell in love with her. Despite her mother's (Demeter) attempts to fully get her back right away from the hands of her brother, it was too late that wasn't going to happened not after Hades persuaded Persephone to eat four seeds of pomegranate, which forced someone to have a connection with their captor, making them come back to them.

Each spring time Persephone would be living with her mother on earth, while in winter she was with Hades in the underworld.

Levi was the Persephone to Y/n's Hades, she being the one who used him and their love for each other was the pomegranate making Levi come back to her.

It's ironic how their love story started with y/n getting taken away from Marley, a place she called home.

Even though she wasn't necessarily kidnaped, she was sent away to accomplish a mission in a place called Paradise, she found it ridiculous how it was named that way when that land was full of devils.

Y/n was shipped to Paradise along with the warriors. She was going to infiltrate into the Survey Corps where she would hopefully sabotage every expedition without getting caught.

Her mission was to make sure none of the warriors get too cozy in the foreign place, and to focus on their mission, but it was impossible to do so when all the people who were described as devils, were actually just like them. Humans.

She was older than those kids being 22 when they were still 15, y/n loved them, they were like little siblings to her and it hurt when they lost Marcel, the jaw.

"Oi brat! Stay focused" the voice of her captain took her out of her train of thoughts

Captain Levi, he was called humanity strongest and was also what everyone called their only hope. At first Y/n didn't understood why he needed such a big tittle, but after being in his squad and witnessing him showing his skills and his hatred towards titans, she got why.

"I'm sorry captain" she saluted, which was dismissed by him

"You called what you did back in the kitchen, cleaning?" he asked pointing towards the place he just mentioned "There is dust everywhere, go and clean everything again, I don't want to see any dust in there again. That's where our food is made, you idiot"

Without another word he left, and when she felt like he was out of earshot, she kicked a chair, breaking it. He might be Humanities strongest, but he was soo irritating, so obsessed with cleaning. That's what they always did for the most part of their time.

"there is dust everywhere my ass" she mocked Levi's voice while looking around the kitchen she just finished cleaning minutes ago

She had made sure everything was left without a spot of dust, how in the world did Levi saw dust anywhere.

After she had cleaned the kitchen area, Levi had send her to clean the stables which took a lot of time since he told her to clean alone. It was already sun down when she had finished.

She was exhausted, her clothes were pooled with sweat and glued to her skin making her uncomfortable, she really needed a shower.

"Go take a shower" the sudden voice of the raven man scare the hell out of her

"Fuck Captain!" y/n yelled, putting a hand on her chest as if that would calm her speeding heart beat

"Go now, and then come to eat dinner with us" he continued, the blank stare he gave her when they made eye contact given her chills

"Yes, sir" she saluted, before leaving

The mess hall was well a mess, the cadets eat like animals. The same soup and bread they always eat, Y/n found it extremely annoying how the Military Police get all the meat when the Survey Corps were the ones doing the only brave work inside the walls.

"Y/n if you're not going to eat your soup can I have it?" Sasha asked

Oh, how much she wanted to say no, but she had a reputation to hold and she didn't want the soup anyway.

Y/n faked a smile, (one that everyone thought that was genuine) before saying "of course, Sasha" passing the bowl full of hot soup to the girl

"Thanks!"

Y/n felt how eyes were burning through her skull and turned her head to look down the table, just to see Captain Levi staring at her with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Oh shit, if he in some way found out about who she really was, she was fucked. The young women tried her best to stay seated, but her nerves didn't let her making her stand up.

"I'm exhausted, I think I'm going to sleep"

It wasn't a lie she was tired from all the cleaning, but she didn't want to sleep, she just needed to desperately get out of there.

When she was finally outside, y/n leaned against the wall, sliding down while taking a deep breath.

"You know, it isn't good to fake smile to your friends"

Y/n immediately turn around at the sudden voice of her captain, he did it again, he scared the living shit out of her.

"Captain!, Stop doing that!" her face felt warmer than usual for some reason

Was she blushing?

"Why did you do it? Are you sad?" Levi asked putting down a handkerchief on the ground before sitting next to her, looking over at her examinating her face

"Oh it's just stress" Y/n replied, praying that he would just believe her

"I see.." he turned towards the sky where the moon shined brightly along with the stars

What Y/n thought that would be a awkward silence, turned into a comfortable one. They just stared at the sky above them, it remind Y/n that she had a family waiting for her outside the walls and she was not going to disappoint them by getting comfy with the captain, even though she didn't know what his intentions were.

"I'm going to take a nap" she stood up, and called over her shoulder "Have a good night, captain" before proceeding to walk towards her room

"Good night, cadet..."

Y/n didn't know when it happened, was it when they continued sitting together and looking at the sky in complete silence, or was it when in some of those same nights they spoke more and more about each other's personal life (in none of those conversations she mentioned Marley, but still talked about her family). She didn't remember how her feelings for him changed, but they did.

Right now she was there, in the same spot on the wall with Levi next to her. They were even in first name basics with each other.

The raven man cleared his throat catching her attention, turning her head to the side to look at him she noticed how he was blushing.

"I.. I think is pretty obvious what I feel for— about you by now"

A surprised noice escaped Y/n mouth, she expected to have that talk with him some day, but not today or Levi being so straight forward with the subject.

The women could only nod, her brain still processing what he just said.

"I was wondering, if you felt the same.." his voice dropped to a whisper, while he looked down

"No" she shaked her head, making Levi looked up at her eyes widened with embarrassment at the rejection "Look, Levi.. it's just that I have done terrible things that you're not aware of. You don't want to be with me"

"Then tell me what terrible things you have done and let me be with you after your done" Levi said

"No, Levi you don't understand" tears pooled in her eyes, y/n didn't even remember the last time she had cry "I can't be with you"

"Why? Is it because of the terrible things you have done? Well guess what everybody has their own flaws, everybody in this world is an angel, at least until they get tired of the cruelty in it and let the demons take over" Levi grabbed her face between his hands, wiping the falling tears from her face "I want to be with you, wether you have let your demons take over or not"

Y/n felt the man lean in to place his lips to hers, they stayed pressed together without movement, before Levi pull away and kissed her again this time letting his emotions be known through the kiss.

Passion. Love. Care.

This is a moment in her life she would never forget not even when hers and the warriors mission is over.

Retaking of wall Maria

"I let you. I fucking let you in!"

Levi stood infront of her heartbroken, she told him, now he knew everything..

"Levi-" however she wasn't able to continue speaking since she received a kick right in the face making her fall on her side

She looked at Levi surprised, he had kicked her. Y/n knew she deserved, but it still hurt to have someone you loved hit you.

"You lied about everything didn't you? For what, to get information?" his voice was cracking slightly with each word he said "Was it necessary to use me for your stupid plans?"

"I didn't use you!, What I felt for you was real" y/n said defending her feelings

"I don't even know what is real about you anymore, is Y/n actually your name? Or is it just another lie?"

"It is my name.." she weakly murmured tasting blood in her tongue, she figured that her lip might have been split open from the impact

"Oh good to know"

Sarcasm tried to cover his hurt voice, which actually didn't work, since Y/n could clearly hear his shaky breath and it made her feel soo guilty.

"I hate you"

Those three little words were enough to make her world come crashing down, he hated her. Of course he did, it hurt so much but she had seen this coming, and she still didn't felt ready for it.

"I'm sorry, Levi"

That was all she said to him, before she was grabbed by a titan being controlled by Zeke, taking her away from the place where she meet someone who meant so much to her.

One thing that she was sure of was that

She will never forget Levi Ackerman.

Screams, that was what was heard everywhere. Kids either with their parents or alone were running desperately trying to find shelter, and that broke Y/n's heart.

She was tired of all the fighting, she was tired of pretending to be stronger than she felt. For once she just wanted peace and happiness, something that she didn't quite have the past four years.

How did they got here? That was one of the many questions going through her head, but one that she paid more attention to was the most important

Was he here too?

"There you are, piece of shit."

That voice, it was him. It might have changed, but she could recognize it everywhere, the same voice who used to startle her everytime they saw each other, the voice that bought her comfort, the voice of the man she fell in love with.

It was Levi.

Slowly she proceeded to turn around, the fear for what might happen next running through her veins. She was ready to be killed by him.

Finally she look up and saw the same man she fell in love with, the only change that she saw was the uniform, apart from that he still seem like he had the same height as before and from the look on his face he still had the same temper.

"Nice uniform, I like it" she told him quietly not knowing what to say

Levi scoffed at her statement, taking his blade out. So he was going to kill her.

"You can go ahead and kill me, might as well add another ghost to haunt you"

Did she felt fear? Yes she did, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

"Shut up" that was his response, before he connected his blade with her cheek leaving a long but not deep cut "You're going to come with me"

"I'm not going anywhere!"

The last thing he told her was that he hated her, why would he want her to come back to Paradise?, Was it to use her for information? Or because he missed her? It was stupid to think of the latter question, but she was still hopeful.

"I'm not asking, you brat"

That was the last thing she heard before he knocked her out.

"How could you be with a devil?!"

Her mom's scream hurt her eardrums, Zeke had told them about how she had been in a relationship with a so call devil. That seem like the only thing Zeke could do apart from throwing rocks, snitch.

"You were send there for a reason Y/n! No child of mine should've or should be with one of those devils!"

"Mother, I'm so sorry it's just that it would be easier for me to get the information about them that I wanted"

That was a lie. She loved Levi, even though she didn't get the chance to say it to him. She did, and that feeling wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

Her father stood next to her mother quietly looking at her with disgusts as if she was the trash people get rid of because of the smell, she hated that, it hurt to have your own parents hating on you.

"So what? For a piece of information, you had to go and whore yourself in there?"

Y/n gasped looking at her mom shocked "What? No mother, I didn't do anything like that with him!" she argue

That wasn't a lie, Levi was uncomfortable with sexual intercourse, since his own mother worked in a brothel and he had been the witness of how much that act hurt his mother, he had trusted her enough to tell her that.

"Good, you still have your purity." her mom nodded, before letting out a sigh "At least it wasn't with a women, you would've been completely kicked out of this house young lady"

"Now go take a shower, make sure to wash away every memory in that land while doing so." her mom smiled softly her hand reaching out to touch her cheek, before hugging her "My poor baby, having to live with those devils for so long. Don't worry you're home now, you're safe with us"

What once was her home didn't feel like home anymore, her house was just a place, her home was the person she left behind in Paradise.

Y/n didn't remember how many days have passed or what was going on outside of her cell. She didn't know in what prison she was in, but just a few days ago it had seem like there was a whole damn war going on outside.

She hasn't seen Levi since he put her into the cell, and she was scared that something might have happened to him. She heard the door of the corridor open, Y/n stood up walking towards the bars to see who it was, it was Hange.

"Y/n" Hange nodded at her as if they were saying hi "He said your name, so we think it would be good if you saw him"

"Who are you talking about?" Y/n asking looking at them confused

"Levi"

Her heart immediately speed up, something happened to him. Her anxiety grew each passing second as she took step by step through the halls, Hange having a hold of her arm to make sure she didn't try to run away.

"What happened to him?" Y/n questioned scared for what the answer might be

"Explosion" was all they said, before entering a room that seems to be Levi's, there was only a nurse sitting in a chair probably just there just in case Levi needed something

"Thanks, you can stand outside. We would call if we need you" Hange told the nurse who nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, but not before throwing Y/n a look of disapproval about her being there.

Y/n ran to Levi's side as soon as the nurse was out, he had bandages in one side of his face, and on his hands. Tears started sliding down the young women's cheek while Hange looked at her with pity, but also cautiously not wanting her to do anything that might hurt Levi.

"Levi.." she whispered, even though

y/n felt bad about disturbing him from his sleep knowing how difficult it was for him to do so, she wanted to hear his voice, reassuring her that he was going to be ok "Everything it's going to be fine, right Hange? Tell him"

“Yeah, I agree with you y/n”

She didn't knew who she was trying to convince herself or Levi, but that didn't matter, because she felt a squeeze in one hand and immediately look down to see that Levi was the one holding it. Y/n look back up to his face seeing how his eye was open and he was staring directly at her.

Y/n smiled "Hey darling, you're okay now" she let out those word between sobs "— I'm sorry for everything Levi, for not telling you where I was really from, for letting you fall in love with me when I knew how it was going to bed. I'm so sorry for every misery that I have put you through"

Levi squeezed her hand again "- 's ok, I f—orgive you" his words came out has a whisper and he struggled to speak but she heard him clearly

Hange watched the scene playing out infront of them, they could see how much those two loved each other. They were like a puzzle, that could figure each other out, knowing each piece of themselves like the back of their hands.

It has been a month and a half exactly since Y/n had seen Levi in the bed witnessing how helpless he looked, she had never seen him like that and wasn't planning to anytime soon, since then she hadn't left his side.

He was currently touching her bare back leaving kisses down her neck, their naked chest pressed together, hot and sweaty.

"Levi..." she moaned softly

This was their first time being intimate, and she didn't want him to feel pressured into anything.

"I know what you're going to say, and I want to how much as you" he said before continuing marking her, claiming her as his

Each move of his hips against hers, reminded her of who she was with. The gentleness in his touch making her forget about the world around them. The softness of his lips against hers taking her breath away.

It wasn't just the pleasure that made Levi take the decision of doing this with her, this was his own way of showing how far he would go just to be with her, to come out of his comfort zone just to shower her with intimate kisses and touches that he and neither would she forget.

“I love you Levi”

Her skin was the canvas, and his lips was the brush painting each part of her body.

“I love you too...”

“You will come back with us immediately young lady!" her mother said trying to remain calm infront of the devils

The rumbling was over, Eren Yeager was killed. Paradise and Marley were allies, but that doesn't mean they have forgiven each other for what each have done. Many Marleyans and Eldians from Marley came to visit out of curiosity, while people from Paradise went to explore the world (if we are talking about visiting the outside world and finding new things as much as possible), but they never want to visit Marley afraid that they might get turn into titans and angry for what those monsters have done to other people.

"I'am old enough to make my own decisions, mother" Y/n had answered, wanting to remain as calm as she could

"His manipulating you isn't he?"

"How dare you!—" Y/n yelled, before regaining her composure, her voice going back to calm but being loud and firm at the same time "I love him, he didn't manipulate me into anything. It's bold of you to assume that, mother"

"We're your family, your place it's with us!"

Some of the Military Police who were there scoffed along with some of the scouts, they have warmed up to Y/n already, but the Marleyans didn't seem to accept that one of themselves loved an Eldian, specially from Paradise.

"You're my family? Then where were you when I needed you the most?, All I needed when I returned to Marley four years ago was my mother!, The one who an illusion of my mind created, a sweet mom who would love me for being her child, and not see me as an object" Y/n couldn't remain calm anymore she needed to let everything out "— The time I spent with him, I got to truly know what comfort was, what being loved and being needed felt like! And you—" with tears in her eyes she turned to her father who was quiet, like he always was "You're so afraid of mom that you don't even dare to speak for yourself!, You did nothing to help your own daughter!, You just watched as she was raised to be something she didn't want to be!"

She spoke out her mind finally letting out those built up words that haunted her, needing to be said "— I thank you for everything though, despite not given me the love that I needed, your own choices took me to where we are now. Without those decisions, I wouldn't have met Levi so I thank you, for what you both did" she smiled at them

Her mom stood there quietly, before turning around and walking towards the door, her father following close behind "Don't bother returning home" was all her father said

"I won't"

She was already home, she was standing next to it. Holding his hand, Levi Ackerman was the safe place she will always and forever need.

“— And they lived happily ever after”

Y/n closed the book, looking at the twins, her daughter and son who had fallen asleep half way through the story.

“Please tell me you didn't read to them the explicit parts”

The voice of her husband scared her and she turned to him, who stood by the door leaning into it.

“Of course not you idiot!”

She stood up turning off the lamp and given both of the children kisses on their head, before going out of the room with Levi.

“I still think we should publish this book” Y/n smirked, a mischievous look in her eyes

“Absolutely not”

Yeah, their Love Story had a happy ending after all.

This was so much fun to write! I wrote 4k words and I'm proud of that! I feel like my writing has improved in the past few days, and this might be one of the works that will show it, and I hope future ones show the progress too! Also I want to punch y/n's mother in the face.

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purebarnes · 4 years ago

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courage to change—

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ when one man gets a chance to go out and date but something is stoping him, wether it’s his guilt taunting him or the girl he was meant to be with.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ➢ 1.8k

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ angst, mention of death, therapy sessions.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ! ➢ just enjoy.

all on his mind was his nightmares, he would constantly have them and when he had them, he wouldn’t tell anyone about them. especially his therapist, dr. raynor even though she needs to know so that she could help him. after he was brainwashed and turned into a assassin that all he thought himself as. she was on his mind constantly and nothing could change that—she was the girl for him.

probably the most bizarre combination of people to ever get together but if it was meant to be then that’s all that mattered. bucky always wanted to be with y/n but after her dad passing then he couldn’t bare to see her again. no calls, no notes, nothing which was common for someone like james. he would go to his court-appointed therapy sessions to get help so that he could be free. it was the usual, he wouldn’t talk to her and she would have to take down notes.

most people would cooperate but when you’re in his situation then it would be extremely difficult for you as well. he would sit across of dr. raynor just staring, “did you call her?” she asked and he tensed up staring at the ground intensity spreading throughout the whole room. she shook her head as she new the answer but she need something. he would constantly bring up sam and y/n but mostly her and it was like he couldn’t forget all the passion they had. “james. have you called her?” dr asked once more getting no answer from the man, this time he shook his head at her meeting her eyes. he wanted to call or do something to make sure she knew that he still cared about her. “i can’t call her—why not?” she interrupted him and honestly he didn’t have a answer on why he could talk to her.

she moved passed the topic of y/n and went to go to tell her about the nightmare that he indeed had last night as she knew that he had one. he would do the same, not say anything but this one was easier to dodge. “are you still having nightmares?—no.” he told her while he knew that he was and it would taunt him ever night. “well, you seem a little off today. i don’t want to mention her but—it’s not about y/n.” he tried to tell her, “did something happen recently?” she asked bucky getting another no from his lips trailing off like it was smooth.

bucky hated constantly saying no and lying about everything that was bothering him, “you’re a civilian now. with your history, the government needs to know that you’re not gonna...” the dr said putting up her first to show that he wouldn’t hurt anyone. he stifled a smile while she continued, “so, tell me about your most recent nightmare—i didn’t have a nightmare.” dr. raynor sighed deeply before clicking her pen to write into her notebook, bucky groaned. “oh, come on. really? you’re gonna do the notebook thing? why? it’s passive aggressive.” he mumbled.

“you don’t talk. i write—okay. okay, i thought about her but every time i see anything there she is. everywhere i go she doesn’t disappear.” he told the therapist slightly telling the truth and he never told her about the nightmare he had. “but like i said, i didn’t have a nightmare—look.... one day, you’re gonna have to open up and understand that some people really do want to help you and that they can be trusted.” she told him.

she wanted bucky to open and finally figure out that he needed to be able to trust. “i trust people—yeah? give me your phone.” bucky groaned reaching his back pocket to reach for his phone to pass it across. she went to check the contacts he had, “you don’t have ten numbers on this thing. oh, and you’ve been ignoring the texts from sam and still nothing to y/n. look, you’ve gotta nurture friendships. i am the only person you have called all week. that is so sad.” she passed the phone back to him as he caught it waiting for her to continue. “you’re alone. you’re a hundred years old. you have no history, no family, no girl—are you lashing out at me, doc? because that’s really unprofessional, you know? i mean, when did that start? yelling at your clients? the notebook. that’s great.” he sighed when he saw her pull out the notebook into her lap to write a few things.

“all right, give me a break. i’m trying, okay? this isn’t... this is new for me. i didn’t have a moment to deal with anything, you know? i had a little... calm in wakanda. i had her and i just lost her.” he explained to the doctor sighing at the thought of bringing her up again, he wanted to be able to just forget her but nothing could do that for him. he lied, he wanted her back and he wanted to feel her but he couldn’t do anything. he thought it was too late, “and other than that, i just went down one fight to another for 90 years.” she knew he had gone through a lot, it was a lot and she wanted to help and asked him what he wanted. “peace—that is utter bullshit.” she spat out honestly, “you’re a terrible shrink—i was an excellent soldier, so i saw a lot of dead bodies, and i know how that can shut you down. and if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. and, james, it is very hard to escape.”

if he knew what he wanted, he could of done something to make it all happen. bucky was a man of trauma and he wasn’t going to get better by not helping himself. “you have your mind back, you are being pardoned. i mean these are good things. you’re free.”

wednesday’s were the days that bucky and mr. nakajima would go out and eat lunch at izzy, a little bar that they would love to go and eat at. it was a couple times that he loved to go out and eat with the older, younger than him man. as they talked, yori suggested to ask out the lady in front of him. “you should ask her out—i can’t.” he knew he wasn’t ready to go back and date some girl that wasn’t y/n, sure he thought she was pretty but he wanted an excuse to not date her. it wasn’t that he didn’t like her, “He would like to take you out on a date.” he told the young lady as she looked up and bucky shook his head, not understanding why he would do that. “I’m really sorry about him—why are you sorry? i’m game.” he was taken back and he clicked his tongue while being intrigued, “tomorrow night then?”mr. nakajima said as she agreed on going he sighed, knowing that it might be time to move on.

maybe not move on entirely but to see what would happen in the date that he would go on. he turned back to mr. nakajima, “i can’t believe you did that. it’s a dance to these things. you gotta warm up and i haven’t danced since...” he said then automatically thinking about y/n and all the times she would laugh with him or giggle at him. he froze then looked back at him. it didn’t hurt if he would just go on one date and for her to never find out even though they would probably never be together again.

it was around ten o’clock and the gentle men brought flowers for his date tonight thinking it would be a nice gesture thing to do. they met back into the bar where they were talking and laughing like they would have known each other for a long time. it was almost like he has been there before—she brought up dating and asked if he had dated before and he couldn’t just not tell her anything. when he didn’t say anything, she kept staring until he spoke up drink his drink. “what’re you doing—what’s her name?” he looked started on what she meant, “was she special?” she asked another question. this time he understood what he was talking about, “y/n.” he just said not trying to make anything awkward by talking about his ex lover to the girl he was on a date with.

he was unsure on how she knew that he was thinking about her on their date, “she must be special if you’re thinking about her right now.” she joked chuckling but bucky stayed quiet finally understanding how he felt. he wasn’t ready to be with someone else and it don’t make it easy when she would be in his head everywhere. bucky looked at the wall zoning out to anything at that moment, the girl tried to snap him out of it but nothing worked. she told him that he would bring games so that they could play to pass the time. he went back in that zone.

she was dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed of her curves easily to distract bucky. she didn’t mean for him to feel this way between her but he could help it. she would go over to her bathroom and starting putting away her essentials until she felt a vibranium metal arm. the coldness hit her shown skin as she shuddered as he went to wrap his arms around her waist. y/n looked up from her position and met his eyes through the mirror and smiled widely, he went to place small kisses on her shoulder—she groaned at him.

she turned around with his arms still placed on her waist, he moved his arm up to meet her back. she pulled up her arms and wrapped them gently around his neck, “stop staring like that.” she said looking into his blue eyes falling in love even more. he chuckled slightly caressing her check with his hand running it back and forth with his thumb. he couldn’t help but pull her in for a kiss which she accepted kissing him back. he let go of her then placing his head on top of hers telling her to go to bed. “let’s go to bed doll.”

he grabbed her hand leading them to the bed and getting ready to sleep with each other, in their arms. y/n unfolded her sheets jumping on the bed with bucky on the other side, she turned off her table light and turned to get closer to bucky while she moved to lay her head on his chest. she chuckle making bucky look down on her, “i love you.” bucky told her then falling asleep together.

the man looked to see the girl from the bar and he stuttered looking at her, “i, uh, i... i gotta go.” bucky got up from his stool and went to go straight the door before heading towards his own apartment. he went to open up his phone and he thought he would go and text her asking her how she was or that he even missed her. he wrote down a message but nothing came out, he would just fail to express how he felt.

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ringmyheart · 4 years ago

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Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

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darkshadow90 · 4 years ago

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Joker: My thoughts on Arthur Fleck

Hey guys. I’ve made a few posts about Arthur already, but I wanted to make another one. I love the Joker movie. I think Todd Phillips and the writers did a great job at writing an intriguing character that works as part of a Joker story or a possible origin story for the Joker. I think Arthur is an interesting take on the Joker because he’s so different from other interpretations. I think he can be really hard to pin down sometimes. I don’t think Arthur was maliciously evil, at least not at the beginning. I saw a post from @another-day-in-chuckletown talking about Arthur’s morality and I thought it was interesting. So I thought I’d share my thoughts too. But she’s probably better at putting things into words than I am. So anyway here we go with another meta post. Yay!

So in the beginning we can see that Arthur has a lot of issues. He’s dealing with mental illnesses and living in dire poverty. Neither one of those things are easy to live with, but both combined are no doubt a fucking nightmare. He’s trying to get help. He’s doing everything he can. He’s taking his medications and going to therapy. He knows it’s not “normal” to do the things he does. Things like stalking, and, well, killing people. As odd as it might seem to read this from me, but one of the most interesting things I find about Arthur is he seems somewhat childlike and doesn’t understand social cues, but at the same time he’s aware that his behavior in social situations is creepy and weird to other people. So I do think he’s somewhat self aware.

Arthur doesn’t know how to approach people so he just stands there awkwardly or he follows them. And it makes sense because he’s clearly been socially isolated for most of his life. He had no one to teach him proper social skills and boundaries. But I do wonder about his past experiences socializing with others because he’s aware he makes people uncomfortable. I think Arthur is smarter than he lets on. He apologized to Thomas Wayne because he knew he crossed a line. He even said he didn’t mean to cause trouble or make him uncomfortable he just wanted answers. And he also knew when he imagined Sophie coming to his apartment asking if he was following her that she would be creeped out when he said yes. He had a look of guilt when he said “yeah” He knew it wasn’t the best way to go about talking to her. Like I said, I think he’s smarter than he lets on. But even with all his struggles and all the bad things that happened to him, I don’t think he’s particularly a good person.

The only people we see Arthur kill are the people who hurt him or wronged him in some way. We’re not really meant to feel sorry for them because most of them are just assholes. I do feel bad about Penny that one upset me. Regardless of the context, of wether or not she lied to him and allowed abuse to happen or not, it was still upsetting that he killed a helpless person. In general, I don’t like scenes in movies where animals and helpless people are killed. That shit is really upsetting to me. So yeah didn’t like that part. Anyway, it doesn’t make him the well meaning guy we think he is. I actually thought it was pretty fucked up that he was opening up to the clerk in Arkham about what he did. It’s fucked up because he knows what he did was wrong and he’s happy about it. He knows what’s right and wrong.

For most of the movie, Arthur doesn’t hurt random people for no reason. He doesn’t do bad things for the sake of doing bad things. He has a code. He only hurts “awful” people or people who wronged him. I think he would feel bad if he hurt an innocent person. He didn’t hurt Gary and I’m very glad for that, but he felt bad that he scared him so badly. He felt bad that Gary saw him kill someone in such a brutal way. He knew Gary would be even more upset if he saw Randall’s body. So he said, “Don’t look, just go.” And then he jumped out and scared him so he wouldn’t look at the body as he was leaving. That scene makes me think Arthur doesn’t like to see innocent people hurt or upset. Up until the end of the movie, I was thinking this take on the Joker was kind of like an anti hero. He only kills bad people.

I find it interesting when Arthur is about to go on the Murray show he tells Murray he doesn’t believe in anything, but then when he confesses to killing the Wall Street guys, he rants about how society treats poor people and mentally ill people like shit, and hold the rich up on a pedestal. He talks about how no one has any empathy for other people, and he’s upset about it, rightfully so. So he clearly does care about and believe in something. Why else would his rant be so passionate? Also, Arthur killing Murray isn’t quite as spontaneous as we think. If you look and listen closely, after Murray tells Arthur not everyone is awful, Arthur says, “You’re awful, Murray.” He literally told Murray he was gonna kill him.

I write different stories about Arthur. I write both fluff pieces and I also write darker pieces where he’s further along his transition into the Joker, and I’ve written a few based on the persona we see in Arkham (I like to call him Arkham Joker because he is the Joker at that point.) My fluff pieces are based on what Arthur would be like if he had someone positively affecting his life and he was getting the help he needed and didn’t become the Joker. My darker pieces focus on the darker aspects of his personality and the persona in Arkham because I like to explore those aspects of his character. I feel really bad for Arthur. I want to believe that if he had just one person aside from Gary who cared about him in his life he would be the person he was in the beginning, but unfortunately he isn’t that person anymore. I feel bad for him, but I hate what he does.

Now, I’ve talked about the persona we see in Arkham and the end of the movie a bunch of times. That scene fucks with me every time I see it. I love it because it’s pure Joker, and it’s probably the best Joker moment in the whole movie. It makes my anxiety skyrocket, too. @another-day-in-chuckletown touched on it in her post. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who noticed the sudden change in his personality. It was jarring to see Arthur like that. He was suddenly much more malicious and had a dangerous presence that he didn’t have at any other point in the movie. He was genuinely laughing without pain which was unsettling and when he suddenly stopped laughing and said, “You wouldn’t get it” I got very, very worried and immediately started shouting in my head “Get out of there! You’re not safe!” And then as he’s singing That’s Life and the way he’s staring at the psychiatrist and grins at her with those cold, dead eyes, I was like “Why are you still sitting there?! Go now!” I was scared for her. I was and still am genuinely afraid of him in that scene. The look in his eyes and facial expressions are the look of someone who is about to do a very bad thing or he’s thinking about about doing something bad to her. Wether or not he killed the psychiatrist is open to interpretation. I think it’s possible he did. He is full on Joker in that scene. It’s glorious and terrifying.

The man sitting there is a mystery. I always find myself wondering who he really is because he so different from Arthur and even the Joker we saw on the Murray Franklin show. The psychiatrist doesn’t refer to him by name, so Arthur might not be his real name. So I agree with Catherine’s post. It’s almost like the man we came to know over those two hours is a persona he made up and the man we see in Arkham is the real Joker, who he actually is. Smug, condescending, calculating, detached, malevolent, vain, petty, and narcissistic. I just get the feeling he’s a huge asshole, not as sympathetic as Arthur.

I’ve talked with some of you about this before and I know we have our own opinions and that’s totally fine. It’s what makes the ending so great. It’s whatever you want it to be. I still don’t see Arthur in him. Arthur wasn’t like him. It’s possible he could’ve been on drugs in that scene, but I doubt it. I think it’s safe to say since Gotham is a shit hole, Arkham is an underfunded hellhole. It’s understaffed, and there could be people working there that shouldn’t be. They probably don’t have enough resources to properly treat patients, and “Arthur” could be being mistreated. But I think he was actually pretty lucid in that scene. Given that he’s the Joker, I think that psychiatrist would’ve wanted him as lucid as possible so she could interview him. It would’ve been a huge career opportunity for her. I don’t think her using the Joker as an opportunity to advance her career would bother him. The Joker loves being in the spotlight and talking about himself. The whole movie is about him and told from only his perspective, so he’s probably okay with it. But whatever the case, I still think the man we see in Arkham is not Arthur. He’s the Joker. God, I love how this movie fucks with me and still makes me question everything even though I’ve seen it so many times. Best ending ever.

#arthur fleck #joker arthur fleck #joker fandom #joker movie #joker imagine #joaquin phoenix joker #joker 2019

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isometimeswrite132 · 5 years ago

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Imagine my OTP

This is gonna be using my two OC’s Mia and Lucian. Sometimes they’re dating, sometimes they’re just friends, its a on and off thing. But, not matter what, they are both adorable little beans, so take these headcannons (technically they aren’t headcannons since this is my universe but still). Also, since the original universe is an apacolypse, this will be a human!au.

1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold.

Lucian doesn’t get sick often, but when he does he acts like u the end off the world. He constantly over exaggerates how sick he is, especially when he has to work that day. Luckily for him, Mia is a good sport, and an even better nurse.

2. Gets mad at the TV and throws the remote.

Lucian is no where near “tech savvy”, unlike Mia. He was very sheltered as a child, his family very extreme in their beliefs about technology. Something as simple as a television gets him a little peeved. Neither of them throw the remote around though.

3. Gets the worst road rage.

Mia holds a lot of anger in, afraid that if she shows the littlest bit of irritation, she’ll end up like her mother. So, she bottles it up when around other people, especially at work. On the drive home she yells at anyone and everyone, getting pissed at even the smallest driving error. When she finally gets home, she feels free to vent to Lucian.

4. Spends too much time in the bathroom on their phone.

Mia sometimes gets caught up in being on her phone that she just sits on the bathroom counter and scrolls through her phone sometimes. Lucian on the other hand spend way to much time taking mirror selfies. They’re both big offenders in this category.

5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip.

If you called for “an over prepared nerd” you’re looking for Lucian Cain. He will pack the entire house, enclosing the kitchen sink. Mia usually packs for him, knowing that he can’t pack by himself.

6. Hates the in-laws.

Mia is the only child to an abusive mother and a deadbeat father, the former of which is currently in prison. Lucians parents are fanatic cultists who are extreme in their beliefs about race and marriage, and cut contact after Lucian married an African-American woman. They both equally hate their in-laws.

7. Hits the snooze button…11 times.

Mia Cain Hayes her job, and she is not a morning person. Safe to say that even though Lucian also isn’t a fan of mornings, Mia definitely hates them more.

8. Makes the other late for work.

As I just mentioned, Mia hates her job. So, she is in no rush in the morning. She constantly begs Lucian to just stay in bed for a few more minutes, distracting him with kisses and compliments.

9. Uses the television as a babysitter.

Mia and Lucian both have their reservations about kids, definitely not wanting any of their own anytime soon. So, whenever either of them are baby sitting for friends, they have no idea what to do. Plunking them down in front of the TV should work fine.

10. Takes in the stray dog.

“Mia, we have two cats, one dog, one rabbit and eight rats, we don’t need anymore animals of any kind” -a tired and frustrated Lucian.

11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s.

Ever since Lucian discovered fast food (when he was nineteen) he was in love. If their pulling a late night to finish on of their projects, Lucian always suggests they go out for food or drinks, no matter how late it is.

12. Leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over.

Mia loves her shoes, she has about seven pairs of different heels, running shoes, and hiking boots. Pair that and Lucians constant clumsiness, and it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner.

It’s very obvious to anyone looking in that Mia wears the pants in the relationship. So, when out to eat, wether it be fast food or a fancy restaurant, Mia always orders for both of them.

14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments.

Mia has a slight short term memory thanks to head-trauma as a child (thanks mom) so she sometimes forgets basic things like where she was going or what day it is right after being told for the fifth time, so imagine how hard it would be to remember an appointment she booked three weeks ago.

15. Bribes the other into doing chores.

Mia is the queen of getting out of chores. She almost always has an excuse at the ready for when Lucian asks her to do a few things, and when she doesn’t she has other ways of persuading him (😏). But, she is happy to run errands outside the house.

16. Picks the movies.

I’ve already established that Lucian is indecisive as hell, and Mia and headstrong and stubborn. Match made in heaven. Mia pick the movies, Lucian makes the popcorn.

17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort.

Surprisingly Mia. Lucian tried to make sure the pillow forts they made were secure, but every time he tried, they’d cave in after a few minutes. Mia had taken it upon herself to set them up from that point on.

18. Kisses the other’s injuries better.

Lucian is a very affectionate man, and so is Mia. They both kiss injuries better, Mia just gets injured more so Lucian does it more often.

19. Is addicted to angry birds, game of war, candy crush, temple run, or flappy bird.

Despite his inability to figure out technology, Lucian loves the little games on his phone. He could play them all day, and he often does get distracted before Mia brings him back to earth. His favourite game is temple run, no doubt about it.

20. Kills the spiders.

Mia is a cold blooded killer of spiders and anything creepy crawly. She hates them with a burning passion and she takes it upon herself to personally take them out of this world. Lucian either leaves them alone or puts them outside if the weather was good.

21. Hogs the blankets.

Lucian get super cold at night. He doesn’t mean to hog all of the blankets, he just wants to keep warm in the middle do the night. Mia usually lets him, but if he’s getting to much, she just snuggles up next to him to keep him warm.

22. Takes pranks too far.

Even though Mia was an only child she did plenty of pranking, and she knows how far she can go and for it to still be funny. Lucian, however, has no way of gauging how far his prank is going to go.

23. Makes the dirty jokes.

Oh my god, the amount of innuendos that come out of this women’s mouth is unbelievable. She constantly makes sexual jokes and advances in public or private just to see Lucian blush. This woman has barely any shame, but she’ll stop if Lucian asks her.

24. Keeps a piggy bank.

Lucian. He’s had one ever since he was a kid, and being able to keep his own stuff in his piggy bank was one of the best things about his childhood.

25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast.

Mia. I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain at this point, but I’m going to anyways. Lucian often doesn’t have enough time to eat in the morning (thanks to Mia). So, Mia is left with an empty house, and she’ll eat ice cream if she wants to.

26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk.

The literal story of how Mia got her first and second tattoos. She got wasted one night, and got a tattoo of a heart on her shoulder. The second time it was a sappy quote about love on her thigh. She’s had both covered up since then, and she never talks about them.

27. Trips over their own feet.

Lucian is a clumsy boy, and he trips over everything. Only when he’s in their workshop does he make sure to be careful, because he doesn’t want to get impaled if he trips.

28. Makes the other go for a walk.

Lucian always asks Mia to walk to dog for him, and she usually does. There is something tense between Lucky and him, as if their competing for Mias attention. Lucian gets along better with their rats anyways.

29. Whines until they get what they want.

Neither of them really whine often, mainly because of their strict upbringing. They both argue their points and bring facts and logic into the discussion. The only time either of them whine is when their tired/just woke up.

30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t.

There have been multiple time where Mia was cat called or harassed on the street, and Lucian tried to be the big guy and act tough. Mia usually tells Lucian to cut the crap and she deals with it herself. Lucian finds it hot and Mia finds it adorable.

31. Talks the most, says the least.

Lucian could ramble on for hours and hours about essentially nothing. It’s a skill he learned when doing school presentations, making it seem like he did a bunch of research when he only did a ten minute look through a textbook.

32. Talks the least, says the most.

Mia does say a lot, especially when it comes to Lucian. She prefers action over words, going for a kiss on the lips instead of an “I love you”. Lucian sometimes wishes she would express herself to him more, but he accepts its hard for her.

#original #original character #ships #shiping #love #imagine #imagine your otp #imagine your ocs #writing #creative writing

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dingdonghun · 6 years ago

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Something There~

That wasn’t there before~ Lmao.

Genre: Fluff, a teensy bit of angst but not really

Characters: Johnny, y/n

Word count: 10,658 characters

I had a dream about Johnny so I am going to write a drabble loosely based on it before I forget the dream.

Lazy Summary: Best friends? Yes? No? Maybe so? Beauty and The Beast reference as the title? Absolutely.

Johnny’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, yanking you against him as his free hand mercilessly tickled your side. You let out a shriek, dropped the ps4 controller in your hands and desperately tried to shove him away.

You knew this would be in vein, though, just based on one simple look at Johnny’s figure. That man had biceps. He was strong, and you were no match for him. You opted for plan B: whining and begging.

“Johnny, that isn’t fair, you can’t cheat like that, please stop!!”

Johnny laughed at your dismay, begrudgingly letting you go, but with a smile still plastered on his face.

After catching your breath, you gave the male a playful slap on the shoulder, followed by an icy glare.

“Just because you are losing, doesn’t mean you can resort to cheating! Just accept that I am better than you!” You playfully stuck your nose up in the air, folding your arms and trying to look superior.

Johnny let out an even louder laugh than before before his arm once again wrapped around your waist, this time the intention was innocent. He tugged you gently into his chest on the couch, hugging you tightly with one arm while he changed the tv back to regular television.

Things between you and Johnny had been weird lately… the two of you had been best friends for about three years now, but in the recent few months he had been getting closer, more touchy, more comfortable, you thought.

Is this how normal friends acted? Of course it is, right? He is just comfortable with you, you two are best friends after all. Best friends cuddled with each other, right? You were sure they did.

“Hey, y/n, put on your playlist while we clean! Let’s listen to some music!”

You smiled sweetly at your friend before obliging, turning on your mixed playlist and pressing shuffle. You stood up and walked into the room with him, the two of you beginning to pick up the mess from last night’s get together with all of your other friends. You didn’t live with Johnny, but it seemed like you were almost always at his house anyways, so you may as well have.

“Johnny, can we go to the store after this? I will bake your favorite brownies!”

“Of course we can, princess.”

There it was again. Another thing that had been happening in the recent few months. He kept calling you princess. You felt your cheeks heat up every time, too. Was he just doing it to tease you? He must have found it funny, seeing you get all embarrassed, but you never protested. You didn’t want him to think that it annoyed you, because that was far from the true affects it had.

Just as you were deep in your thoughts about your friend’s intensions, one of NCT 127′s songs came on shuffle. Touch. Oh god.

You cautiously raised your gaze to look at Johnny, trying to be sneaky about it. No dice. He was already staring at you with a huge grin on his face.

“Johnny, no–”

“Come on, please? It is great to dance to! Just dance with me!”

He was already in a playful dance as he spoke, and you figured it was no use arguing. As much as you hated to admit it, dancing with him was really, really fun. So, this time you were the one who begrudgingly gave in, beginning to dance around the livingroom with Johnny instead of cleaning. The two of you obnoxiously sang along and laughed together as you moved around the small room.

Towards the end of the song, after you were fairly exhausted, (Though Johnny was just fine, seeing as he did this all of the time), You stopped dancing around and tried to catch your breath, leaning your back against the wall. Johnny slowed down to a stop as well, his demeanor completely different now, unreadable.

He raised his arm up to rest against the wall beside your head, resting his own in his palm. His free hand raised up to gently press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes as he sang the last quarter of the song to you in a much-too-serious, calm tone.

“Nananananana, nanananana~ So touch me, baby~…”

You felt your heart racing in your chest. Once again, your brain had no idea how to interpret this. He just really liked the song, right? He never really did have a sense of personal space to begin with, so this wasn’t too out of the usual, was it? But he had no idea what these types of actions were doing to you. Things had changed between the two of you not only behavior wise, but also in your heart. You just couldn’t see him feeling the same way, so you constantly tried to debunk every action he put your way.

Wether he could tell you were uncomfortable or not, he pulled away from you and gave you space, smiling his sweet, soft smile at you. Just then, another song came on that made you internally shudder. Welcome to my Playground.

Johnny didn’t react at first.

“We sure did get distracted, huh? Let’s get this cleaned up before my roommates get home and roast me alive.” He chuckled.

Thankful for the reprieve, you visibly relaxed your shoulders and stepped away from the wall to continue to help your friend clean. Though you swore you could hear him singing part of the song under his breath. What was he singing?… “Keep me guessin’ keep me guessin, why you trippin’ why you trippin’, if you wanna play with me, wanna stay with me, you better come here now”

You weren’t 100% sure why, but as he was singing it, you felt as if it was directed at you. Which was ridiculous, of course.

Shrugging it off, you finished up the cleaning and as promised, Johnny went to the store with you so you could bake him those brownies he loves so much.

The two of you were sitting on the couch playing video games again, this time fairly, as Johnny’s roommates came through the door. Normally they were never home, but this must have been one of those rare occasions. Which was unfortunate, because you really, really hated his roommates. They were mean to you for no reason, especially one in particular. Henry. He wasn’t an idol, you didn’t know what he did, but he was always horrible to you.

“Oh, great. she’s here. As always.” You could almost hear the venom in his voice, and it stung. You always shrunk in his presence, but today you were in a zero tolerance mood. You really, really didn’t want to deal with his shit.

“Knock it off, Henry. You’re never here anyways, what’s it matter who I have over?” Johnny muttered without looking away from the screen, much too focused in trying to best you in a game for once.

“Every time that spoiled brat is here, you completely ignore us. Which is every time we are here. We never actually get to hang out with you, because of little miss obsessed.”

Before Johnny could turn to snap at Henry, you finally broke.

“Shut the hell up, Henry. You literally know nothing about me because, as you just said, you are never here. Maybe if you actually showed your face at your own apartment every once in a while, you’d actually get to see him. It doesn’t seem like you want to see Johnny that badly though, does it?”

Johnny turned to you, his eyes wide with surprise. From what he’s seen, you’d always been passive and shy around strangers.

When it came to Johnny, though, it made you so furious that Henry had the nerve to use him as an excuse for not liking you, when it was his own fault that he never saw him.

“What did you just say to me?? You little bit–”

Johnny immediately stood up, yanking you up with him.

“Henry, this is my house. I pay the bills. I will have over whoever I damn well please. You barely exist here anyways. Don’t ever talk to my girlfriend like that again.”

You nodded your head with a stern expression, before immediately pausing.

What did Johnny just say? Did he call you his… girlfriend?

You looked up at Johnny, trying to get his attention with your stare, to no avail. Johnny just glared at Henry before wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you close to his side in a protective manner before he pushed past the other guys, walking you out the front door.

This was a lot. I mean, a l o t. Johnny had been acting very touchy and close with you lately, but you had never imagined he actually liked you… no, maybe he just said that because he wanted to make sure they didn’t bully you again? Yeah, that was probably it.

“Y/n, I swear to god.”

Johnny’s slightly annoyed voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Huh? What?”

“How much more clear do I have to make it? I like you. A lot. I really, really like you. Every time I try to show it, you make that face you’re making, as if you’re trying to figure out my intentions.”

Your cheeks were bright red and you were speechless, staring up into his eyes.

“I know you like me, y/n. I can tell, it’s so obvious. Why can’t you tell, too? I think I have made it twice as obvious. One of us had to make the first move, you know, and I suppose it is me.”

Before you could speak, he maneuvered his grip on your waist to turn you and pull you into his chest, leaning down and pressing his soft lips to the corner of yours, as if to ask for permission.

It had taken a long time of Johnny shamelessly hitting on you and then bluntly confessing to you for you to believe that he could possibly like you.You were still in shock, but you had liked him for a long time, too. You had no idea it was mutual, and you had no idea how you could have been so blind. Of course friends don’t do the things Johnny did, as often as he did them.

You felt a huge sense of relief flood your entire body and you finally found your courage.

Your arms wrapped up around Johnny’s shoulders and you tugged yourself tighter against his chest, leaning up and pressing your lips to his in a not-so-gentle, passionate kiss.

Wow. Weird thinking about how good of a kisser your best friend is. Though, he wasn’t really your best friend at this point, now was he?

You couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, ruining the kiss prematurely.

Johnny pulled away and licked his lips, looking down at you and chuckling along. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking about how you just… boldly proclaimed me as your girlfriend to your roommates. I mean, where was I when that decision took place?” You laughed once more, only teasing him.

“You’re right, that was a bit rushed, wasn’t it? I’m sorry. I should take you on a proper date and ask, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, yes you should. Like a gentleman would do. Are you a capable gentleman, Johnny?”

He snorted. “I don’t know, Princess. We will find out, won’t we? Though if you don’t watch your tone, you might find yourself subject to another session of merciless tickling.”

You raised your hands up into the air in surrender. “No, captain, I think I choose to behave for now.”

“That’s my girl.” With a smile, he lifted you up into the air and onto his back, wrapping your legs around his hips for him to hold onto.

“Now, lets go see a movie.”

#johnny scenario #johnny imagine #nct 127 scenario #nct 127 imagine #nct scenario #nct imagine #nct johnny scenario #nct johnny imagine

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randomlerson75 · 6 years ago

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Stuff people at my high school have said or done

• “I’ll just pretend I broke my ankle. I’ll limp a little”

• “You’re face doesn’t even have many bones”

• “Do you wipe your ass with your fingers”

• “I look cute though so I’m saving it”

• “They’re not dirty minded they just have a sexy brain”

• “This is not a good situation now. I’m not happy”

• *sleeping in class and randomly screams* “STOP!!!”

• “I’m coloring my weed symbol”

• “I stretch pretty violently I’m sorry”

• “I look like I’m more full of life than you”

•”I’m a good person” “haha ok”

• “I’m gonna round it to the nearest 11”

• “You don’t always have to swallow”

• “What a fucking time to be alive”

• “why are you harissing me”

• “That’s why you turn around and punch him in the face”. “I don’t have time”

• “You are the highest grade”

• “Does it taste normal”. “No it tastes good”

• “Why are we all up in this cold ass blueberry”

• “The sun can’t be that hot”

• “I could have overreached but that would make me stupid”

• “I’m all muscle bro, it’s tight on me”

• ”I’m a stripper that’s how I make my money”

• “You’re my mom” *talking to the teacher*

• “Are you high” “just get it off”

• *laughs normally* “you sound like a pedophile”

• “Pinkie ring until I roll”

• *about to jump off a cliff in a video for free diving* “push her”

• “Capitalism is ok”

• “It’s so funny how you can be alive one second and dead the next”

• “Change the m in marijuana to a j. Jarijuana”

• *teacher puts desk in the hallway*

• “He smoked water”

• “You can’t speak Latin” “Can you?”

• “May I acquire a pencil” “yes you may” “have a blessed day”

• “I’m going to write a book about how depressed I am”

• “God has forsaken me”

• *girls trying to stab each other with scissors*

• “I got a pretty long weenus. It looks like a penis”

• “My skeleton is twerking”

• *draws a skeleton twerking* “this is why it’s fun to learn art”

• “Why does he have eye holes?” “He’s a skeleton”

• “Don’t get my businesses ”

• “YOU ARE A WHORE”

• “love is so good”

• “Happy 17th day of birth”

• “You know it’s cold when you walk outside and it’s cold

• “why are you smiling like a creep Jess?” “That’s my normal face”

• “I’m living my best life, right here right now”

• *About thirty kids doing nothing but snapping*

• “Yes, I am very racist about smart boards”

• “I used to be like ;) but now I’m like :|”

• “Physically I’m here but mentally I’m still at home”

• “Emotions are like hurricanes. They never go where they are suppose too”

• “it took me a whole 27 minutes”

• “I would pay for the fire alarm to go off again”

• “Why did we get such a gay name like Florence”

• “this is my dad” *points to Albert Einstein

• *A REAL debate on wether to rip the clippy part off of mechanical pencils*

• “Not gonna lie. I grinded a friends marathon this weekend”

• “FINISH THE TEA”

• “You should know to never mess with another persons tech deck”

• “She has a thing against white people even though she’s white”

• “Speak of the devil. All white, what a fright”

• “You are a children”

• “You think a bull in a china shop? How about a bomb in a restaurant”

• “Me do”

• “I cheesed myself”

• “I never said I was going to jump you at Bojangles”

• “Knitting is VERY fun”

• “I’m not good enough, I’m great enough”

• “North Korea, South Korea, Same thing”

• *drops pencil* “NOOOOOOOOO”

• *light flickers* “excuse you”

• “You can make Australia bigger?”

• “Why don’t we burn people at the stake anymore for doing crimes. It was proven very effective”

• “It’s like I went into the pits of hell”

• “Can I borrow her crutches” “She has a lot”

• “You have arms?”

• “I was born thick”

• “I wasn’t sick I was drunk”

• “be a good person. Go go go”

• “Lotion and ravioli”

• “It smells like weed in here”

• “F*ck oxygen”

• “bring it back tomorrow or you die”

• “Tables are for glasses, not asses”

• “Stick it in between her boobs”

• “A lot of religions end in ism” “Christianiaism”

• “I just want someone to snort my ashes. That would be cool. Mix it with a little cocaine”

• “The United States of Australia”

• “Clark Kent who. I’m kidding, that’s not even Spider-Man”

• “Mental cheese”

• “Your blood is not supposed to make whistling noises”

• “Who sleeps on a Friday night”

• “A whole ass race”

• “that’s a sexy button” “I know right”

• *Screams* “and....”

• “Judaism is neither a religion or race”

• “Have you ever met someone and thought ‘wow. I would feel no remorse killing you’”

•“I hate this school with a burning passion”

•“Beep beep in your seats”

•“What is wrong with the world? The simulation is breaking”

•“What if we’re each other’s dad”

•“You use mental gymnastics to get around your head and get what you want”

•”You can’t just roll up to North Korea. You have to beat me in bingo”

•*teachers wear a dress and played despacito on the trumpet*

• “He’s a stingy boi”

• “A for anarchy? Dude i wish”

• “shut up I’m choking”

• “The snack the smiles back” “GOLDFISH!!!”

• “Where’s the pointy boi?” “I don’t know. I have the thick boi”

• “Dude. Fish can’t talk”

• “Stop taking my eraser” “it’s a ruler” “it can be whatever it wants to be”

• “A female vacuum is attractive”

• “I can love you but not like you”

• “I am mother gothel mentally, physically and spiritually

• “Mother gothel is my religion”

• “IM GETTING A COW!!!!”

• “It’s like Leonardo Da’Vinchi but instead it’s Leonardo Decaprio”

• “I wish I had some crippling disease. Schizophrenia would be nice”

• “I’m gonna kill someone for the rush of adrenaline I’ll get. I’ll get pumped, then I’ll work out”

• “Should I become an important political figure”

• “My cats might have eaten him”

• “Who else is trying to overthrow the government”

• “Where’s our kid?” “He looked at me funny and I had to teach him a lesson. I flushed him down the toilet”

• “I text Jesus all the time”

• “You are a saucy boi”

• “Your neck is really soft. Do you know that?”

• “Um. No professor. I don’t give a fuck”

• “Bro I look like a whole ass beetle”

• “You know? I’m definitely going to hell. But I’ve accepted that”

• “We need to go to the woods and have a collective cry”

• “Moths = whore”

• “Can we watch more food videos”

• “Just outlive the old people and health care prices can go back to normal”

• “Let’s just start the gladiator games again to handle population”

• “I’ll be Michael Phelps”

• “Don’t you just hate it when Nolan steps on your 69 Barbie head”

• “He’s so 20”

• “LITTLE BOY! WHERE ARE YOUR NIPPLES”

• “You guys disgust me”

• “I thought I had a good nights sleep but then I stood up and was like ‘oh no’”

• “you look better as an apple”

• “Why the fuck does it smell like weed in here. Mrs. Burch be blazing it up”

• “What is the coast of South Carolina growing” “Fish”

• “Why are we here on Halloween but not on Thanksgiving”

• “Even though I’m 18 I still might go trick or treating”

• “All minors should be allowed to trick or treat”

• “Tomorrow is not today, is it?”

• “ah yes, the glorious uno and dos”

• “I think Kanye is a crackhead”

• “Like. She’s not hideous”

• “Casserole and Gatorade?”

• “That’s what Google’s for girly”

• “this class has corrupted me”

• “You stepped on my fat”

• “What would Jesus do?”

• *Squeaks kazoo in anguish*

• “We’re going to watch a video about the depression” “weird, nobody has been following me around with cameras”

• “Approximately 50 minutes till ice cream”

• “Did you know heroin is not good for you?”

• “I have the constant need to fight myself and my demons”

• “what the hell?” “I know”

• “you are crack-a-lakin me up”

• “I have no muscles so what’s the point”

• “Flex on the legless”

• “didn’t that movie come out in November? Fifty shades of green?”

• *County music blares from another class down the hall*

• “I got a twin brother” “What’s his name” “Pj”

• “Keep the iPhone in your ear”

• “Super white red lipstick”

• “They just need a lot more dollars”

• “Don’t be like Anthony” “Isn’t he your son”

• “There’s a lot that needs to happen in the next.... today”

• *Plays bagpipe music walking down the hallway*

• “Say sorry to Billie Eilish”

• “We should make army merch”

• “Some of us have bitch lips”

• “Time is moco loco”

• “Alfred Adler sounds like Adolf Hitler”

• “Albert Einstein is my favorite president” “YES”

• “It’s winter berries”

• “She just unfollowed your ass”

• “Do you ever get so mad you’re like rrrrr”

• “Bear Grills filtered that shit”

• “The US army is trying to recruit us with socks and bandannas”

• “This dude tastes bad”

• “I’m a sophisticated retard”

• “It’ll get your heart rate up” “I think asthma will make my heart rate go down”

• “She was like egh and the he was like EGH”

• *Door won’t open* “DISRESPECTFUL”

• “if she wasn’t my sister she would be my baby”

• “Will you let me make love to an Oreo”

• “Directions turn me on”

• “I’ll eat you” “Dude that’s gay”

• “you’ve been had a 69 in here”

• “I’m gonna be real with you. Hayden is a whole ass lesbian”

• “I’m sorry that picture is ugly. Sorry sis”

• “A whole jump suit with pikachu on it”

• “He’s been birthed”

• “Ru Paul’s drag race has been dragged”

• “Imma sip some chlorine”

• “why do you gotta throw up”

• “suicidal dog collar”

• “I’m pulling out Murphy’s head ass”

• “you’re gonna be single forever”

• “Do you trust me?” “No” “why” “you know why” “I told the truth after”

• “I didn’t mean to make her suicidal”

• “I did it in the most respectful way I possible could” “oh Jesus”

• “it’s not my fault she had that much of a connection”

• “she’s a sly bitch”

• *dresses in a Thomas the train hat and plays Thomas the train theme song on a piano*

• “I’m getting better at this” “what” “this”

• “It’s just my master plan to manipulate people’s emotions and have many successes in my future”

• “How do you do that” “I just empty my eyes”

• “You know what. Give me my birthday back”

• “Bitch bye. Not even cousins”

• “they go away. They don’t putt putt”

• “why” “so you don’t die in a police chase”

• “are you a virgin” “yes” *throws paper* “there’s my virginity for you”

• “I’m not stupid. I’m just not smart”

• *tries to hit someone with a decapitated mannequin head that has swim goggles on and fake blood coming out of its eyes*

• “you ignant”

• “I hope she chokes”

• “I had to sit at the edge of my chair, feet flat on the floor and hold my horn”

• “I don’t want to get my freaking hair done”

• “he hates my moms guts” “yeah no shit”

• “ok. Can you go cry over there”

• “Fuckin Jurassic world”

• “will you please beat up my mom”

• *drops phone purposefully* *immediately gets scared*

• “I want a new mom” “then break her”

• “did you just say what’s frog juice”

• *freshman walk by* “oh shit there’s a parade of them”

• “that five year old king is a queen”

• “Join the ranks”

• “Garrett’s carressing the computer” “cool”

• “You’re going into my dragons mouth”

• “Don’t snap my crab”

• “Crab breaking black belt”

• “are you milking the crab”

• “Cameron buttered my lemons”

• “Mixed with god”

• “What’s the juice”

• “I’m your bestie and you won’t even tell me the juice”

• “Let’s amazon.com this”

#generation z #gen z culture #gen z #gen z humor #high school #quotes #2000s kids

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tg-fal · 6 years ago

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Character Introduction via Old Art

I just want to introduce the Team we’re dealing with

I will draw them all (hopefully soon) with my improved art but for now, I can only offer art from 2014 or 15 or something ; 7 ;

For Starters: The Team’s name is 1.FC Lachshafen

Short explanation: 1.FC is short for 1.Fußballclub (so 1.Footballclub yeet). “Lachshafen” is the made-up town the team plays for. It translates to “Salmonharbor” in English. (As mentioned it’s up in the north of Germany and right at the North sea, by the way. So yes, it’s also partly a harbor although a very small one)

So now onto the 11 losers:

Mia Sommer

Full Name: Mia Antonia Sommer

Age: 16

Birthday: 19. May

Height: 1.57 m

Position: Defense

Skills: Barely there

Tricot Number: 6

Due to her bad luck in pulling raffle tickets, Mia became the captain of the football club. She’s not very enthusiastic about it, as the sport doesn’t interest her at all and she also has not much of an idea about it. Mia’s interests are stereotypically girly. She likes pink, flowers and old Barbie movies. One thing that is consistently on her mind is the topic of love. Mia is awfully romantic and daydreams of roses, kisses and sunsets with the credits rolling over them. She strongly desires to experience all that herself, but at the same time her shyness keeps her from talking to boys her age. Mia is rather insecure and cares a great deal about what others might think of her. She’s easily nervous and can be a bit of a coward. She’s overall friendly and a caring individual however, who shows herself helpful towards her friends. Her dream is to become a famous singer in the future and she truly has a beautiful voice.

Eric Parker

Full Name: Eric Anselm Parker

Age: 17

Birthday: 7. February

Height: 1.83 m

Position: Attack

Skills: Great

Tricot Number: 3

Eric quickly gets recognized as best player by the team, which simultaneously earns him a ton of admiration by most of the teammates. He and his two friends came out of the neighboring town to join the team. As Eric is very reserved he rather stays around those two certain friends named Mariella and Lars. He’s not very talkative and does not make much effort to get to know the rest of the team. To some his aloof behavior makes him come across as arrogant, to other’s he’s intimidating. He’s quite oblivious to all of the admiration or other mixed emotions the team has about him. Eric is helpful though and does state his opinion here and there if he feels that it helps. He's not arrogant at all and actually very self-critical. Despite popular belief his greatest pleasure is not football, but music and his guitar.

Polly Joslawski

Full Name: Polly Angelina Joslawski

Age: 16

Birthday: 7. September

Height: 1.63 m

Position: Defense

Skills: Medium

Tricot Number: 17

Polly is Mia’s best friend who follows her to the small village. She’s a very energetic and joyful girl, who always tries to search for the bright side of everything as she is also very optimistic. Polly is very supportive towards her friends and often behaves like some sort-off cheerleader to them. She's great at cheering people up and giving them an encouragement-talk. She loves good jokes and makes many of them herself. She’s also rather hyperactive and very bouncy, not liking to sit still for long. Polly doesn’t care if you insult her and shows a very long temper when it comes to that. However, if you greatly insult or hurt any of her friends she becomes furious. It takes her a long time to reconcile with people who have greatly wronged people close to her. However when it comes to people who have wronged her, she can be way too forgiving. Her favorite animals are frogs.

Melanie Lieske

Full Name: Melanie Lieske

Age: 17

Birthday: 16. March

Height: 1.78 m

Position: Defence

Skills: Bad

Tricot Number: 24

Melanie, usually called “Melly”, is a warm and caring young lady who also shows herself as rather selfless. She’s quite mature, well-mannered and usually stays out of unnecessary conflicts, rather searching for ways to solve them. She looks out for others and their well-being, offers help when she feels someone needs it while also making sure to not make them feel uncomfortable. She’s patient and has her temper under excellent control. However she is not afraid to scold and nag people here and there. All of this gives her a sort-off motherly vibe and she is generally well-liked by basically everyone. She tends to forget to look after her own well-being sometimes, however. She’s greatly passionate about gardening and baking.

Emma Herbst

Full Name: Elisabeth Emma Herbst

Age: 17

Birthday: 27. September

Height: 1.70 m

Position: Attack

Skills: Very Good

Tricot Number: 25

Emma is bold and daring. She is rather impatient and energetic and often acts without all too much thought behind it. Adding to that her temper is very short and it does not take all too long to make her snap, if you pull the right strings. She’s much of a tomboy and rather uninterested with most stereotypical “girlish” interests. She has a strong sense for justice though and his never afraid to speak up for what she believes is right. Emma also has a good sense for motivating people and get them to actually act instead of sulking in the corner. She herself hates not acting on problems immediately. She also hates the feeling of being chained down and is free-spirited. When she was a child she wanted to be a sailor and holds a fascination for the roaring seas to this day.

Mariella Caivano

Full Name: Mariella Alexandra Dorotea Caivano

Age: 17

Birthday: 17. August

Height: 1.75 m

Position: Middle

Skills: Medium

Tricot Number: 34

Mariella is confident with herself and shows that a lot. To many she therefore comes across as highly arrogant but Mariella does not really care about what people think about her, if she’s not trying to impress them. She knows her skills and talents and how to utilize them. She was spoiled by her parents and is used to getting whatever she wants. Should a situation occur in which that is not the case, she will desperately try to flip it around in her favor. Sometimes she does fail to realize when things go too far however. She enjoys being envied but can become greatly jealous herself. While she’d never attack someone for no reason, she’s not someone pleasant to have as enemy. She aspires to be a make-up artist in the future.

P.K.

Full Name: Patrick Karl “P.K.” Müller

Age: 17

Birthday: 23. February

Height: 1.90 m

Position: Middle

Skills: Medium

Tricot Number: 19

P.K. is a laidback and friendly young man, who has a good understanding on how to socialize. He is open and extroverted and not afraid to take the first step. He's an optimist who perfectly understands how to cheer people up and also pretty well-mannered. At the same time, he’s much of a jokester and always in for some good fun. He always stays true to himself and does not care the slightest what others may think about him. He has a long temper and it takes a lot to actually make him dislike someone. Although he will always stand up against unfair treatment against others. He's also helpful and a great listener. He wants to work for his family’s hotel in the future as a chef, as cooking is his greatest passion.

David Fischer

Full Name: David Martin Fischer

Age: 17

Birthday: 27.April

Height: 1.83 m

Position: Goalkeeper

Skills: Very Good

Tricot Number: 1

David is P.K.’s cousin and despite being the same age, David is a lot less mature. He’s one of the more skilled members of his team and greatly annoyed by the team’s overall lack of skill. At the same time, he himself is quite cocky and arrogant and often acts all mighty and smug. He does not take any damaging of his pride lightly and is also rather easily jealous. He hates when others steal his attention. He’s also one to often voice his opinion without thinking about consequences or wether it’s appropriate or not. Combined with his rather short temper it makes him a person who easily runs into troubles. He can be a bit of an Elitist and hard to get along with first, but deep down he learns how to care about his team more and more and becomes a lot more loyal and protective over them. He can be fun and also brave. Also he loves video games.

Lars Geist

Full Name: Lars Geist

Age: 16

Birthday: 9. October

Height: 1.68 m

Position: Middle

Skills: Bad

Tricot Number: 15

Lars is antisocial and uncommunicative. He’s greatly uninterested in making new friends and rather stays safe in the small friend circle he already has. At the same time he’s greatly desperate to keep the friends he already has as his friends. Lars is always nodding along to whatever his two closest friends, Mariella and Eric, say and agrees with them on basically everything. As he is also crushing on Eric, he generally follows him around pretty much everywhere. He can be a bit possessive over the people close to him and is often jealous whenever they make new friends. This can even result in him becoming rather rude towards the new persons. Lars also lacks self-confidence and does barely ever stand up for himself. He loves painting.

Maximillian Beckert

Full Name: Maximillian Beckert

Age: 15

Birthday: 24. August

Height: 1.65 m

Position: Attack

Skills: Good

Tricot Number: 9

Maximilian is an optimistic young boy and pretty much the sunshine of the group. He hates seeing people being down and sad and often goes to make them feel better, even if he should not know them very well personally. He’s a great listener and a good shoulder to cry on. Maxi does care a lot about what others think about him though. Whenever he attempts to make friends he desperately tries to come across as hip and cool instead of just being his normal, much more charming self. This often results in some very awkward conversations. He does always stands up from failures however and takes it on a new with a smile. He owns a dog who he is very enthusiastic about and he would like to work with animals in the future.

Annika Förster

Full Name: Annika Luise Förster

Age: 15

Birthday: 3.March

Height: 1.50 m

Position: Middle

Skills: Bad

Tricot Number: 13

Annika is insanely shy and also greatly antisocial. Aside from her childhood friend Maximillian, she barely ever interacts with any member of the team and rather admires most of them from a far. She does not think very highly of herself and is also very soft-spoken. She would never stand up for herself and does not speak up if something bothers her, which some people do see as an invitation to walk all over her. Annika is actually very intelligent and well-read. She reads novel after novel and secretly writes herself, dreaming of being an author someday. Annika is pretty gloomy and melancholic but still caring and always there when Maxi needs her.

#There you go !#Team: 1.FC Lachshafen #Mia Sommer #Eric Parker #Polly Joslawski #Melanie Lieske #Emma Herbst #P.K. Müller #David Fischer #Mariella Caivano #Lars Geist #Maximillian Beckert #Annika Förster #TGFaL

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therubyjailcell · 6 years ago

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11 and Drarry off the love prompts! Ah my god like the passion wooo

11 is “with a shuddering gasp”, and I know, I know you probably expected smut or something, but my brain decided otherwise. Sorry.

Also sorry about the time it took to write it.

“Well?”

Draco was staring at Harry with that unimpressed face, one eyebrow raised and mouth quirked slightly downwards. Harry looked down at his hands, fidgetting. It was stupid, he knew, but right now, he felt like a little kid being scolded. He did deserve it though.

“Harry James Potter.”

Harry winced slightly at that. Full name. That wasn’t good at all. He cleared his throat softly, still refusing to meet the blond man’s eyes as he spoke.

“I told him he could rot in Hell for all I cared…

- You… Idiot. Seriously?”

Had Harry look at Draco, he would’ve seen the amusement in the other man’s eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. He felt very ashamed right now. Saying that kind of things to the Head Auror was not a good idea, even when you were the Savior. But Harry was impulsive and when he was angry, not much could stop him from saying what he thought. Well, no, actually, not much could stop him from saying what he thought pretty much all the time, point. Usually it wasn’t an issue, as he was fairly patient, and when he wasn’t, he had his friends around him to stop him from going too far, but in the Head Auror’s office, he was on his own, and pretty angry, and he had lost his temper.

“See, that’s why I can’t leave you on your own., Draco sighed, You always get in trouble without me.”

Harry chuckled softly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He looked up and locked gaze with the blond. He didn’t look angry anymore. A little amused, maybe. But that didn’t stop the panic Harry felt rising to grow, and his eyes started to fill up with tears. Which didn’t go unnoticed. The blond shook his head.

“Come on Potter. What happened in there that made you angry?, Draco smirked as he talked, his tone teasing, Did he assign you a desk duty?”

This was Draco’s way to make Harry focus on something else. It usually worked. But Harry just shook his head before mumbling. Draco had to ask him to repeat himself twice before he got it.

“He said he’d understand if I wanted to switch partners and asked someone else to deal with the Death Eater scum.”

This time, he heard it. The man froze, turning paler than ever. Sure, a few months ago, Harry would’ve been delighted to hear these words. But not now. When Draco and him had been assigned partners, it was because of many factors. Ron was gone, Neville too. Draco was an expert in potions and strategy, and Harry was great in actions. That was what they needed for the case. It had worked pretty well, despite the many fights they had together, and in the end, they’ve managed to find an arangement where they could talk to each other, think together and even solve the case together without fighting (too much).

Then they had to work together again on a few cases, seeing they were more than efficient, and they had decided to talk a bit. They’ve managed to go from “mutual agreement not to fight in front of others” to “actually standing to talk to each other” during the second case, then to “going along pretty well all things considered” for the third case. They had tried a tentative friendship then and had grown to spend much more time together than Harry was spending with Ron and Hermione lately, what with all the work she had at the Ministry and him working with George now. Not that Harry complained, Ron seemed more than happy, and Draco was great to be around, once you got passed the cold and mean mask, and gotten used to his Luna kind of strangeness.

And thus, Harry was definitely not happy to hear the Head Auror talk about Draco like that. Especially since even before becomming friends with him, even Harry had to admit Draco was one of the best Auror he knew. Because the blond could be as discreet as he could be loud and theatrical, because he was clever, so clever, always thinking ahead and planning, because he had this probably pureblood advantage to know stuffs about psychology and politics and could think like the people they were after, and he could almost always talk someone out of, or convince them to do something. And, as Harry had discovered lately, because Draco felt like he didn’t have much to loose, and because he felt like being the best was a challenge, he never backed off. And not only that had saved Harry’s arse a few times, which he was grateful for, but it also made Harry realise how much Draco had grown, and how far from the spoiled brat he was as a kid.

Harry looked at Draco, now, and he wished he hadn’t told him anything about what had been said by the Head Auror. The blond man was really pale and had slipped back into what Harry thought about as the Malfoy persona: cold and expressionless. Which he only wore in public, with people he didn’t like and/or when they were at an official thing, like the Ministry ball and such. Or when he was trying to keep it together, wether it was from rage or pain. And since this was just the two of them, and Harry liked to think Draco rather liked hanging out with him, could only mean one thing. It made the man’s heart clench painfully and his throat turned dry. Merlin he hated when Draco did that. It reminded him of Lucius Malfoy, though it might’ve been the point. Harry hadn’t thought before talking, so used to venting to Draco, and now the blond was upset.

“Draco, I’m sorry, the Head Auror is a right bastard, and I can assure you I got really mad at him for that and…-

- Harry James Potter, you are a right idiot.”

Draco glared at him an Harry froze. What?

“What?

- You can’t get into trouble with the Head Auror because of m-…,he cut out and made a face quickly before continuying, Because of that! It’s not as if it wasn’t true, anyway. Nor the worst I heard.”

Draco got up, and Harry just stared at him in complete confusion. Why was he the one being reprimended?

“What?

- Oh, for Salazar’s sake, Harry, shut it. You can’t get mad at your boss because he insulted me! Not in front of him at least! Sure, you can rant all you want to me, or Ronald, or Hermione, but do not…”

Again with the face, meaning Draco was struggling to explain himself. That happened when he was really pissed. And Harry felt kind of terrified to be the object of his wrath right now. The blond started to pace the room, staying on the other side of Harry, gesturing as he lectured the black haired man.

“For someone who’d like a promotion, you sure as hell know how to ensure not to get one!

- B-but he insulted you! Draco!

- What about it, Potter? Think I can’t take care of myself?”

And, oh, back to Potter, that wasn’t good. Harry shut his mouth and gulped. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I thought I had managed to teach you a thing or two! Keep it together in front of people!

- But I don’t want to switch partner!, and Harry’s voice was a squeak now.

- Well then, again, you keep it together, mumble something about not wanting someone else to have to deal with me, play the Saviour again, I don’t know! But don’t yell at him! How stupid can you be?!”

Draco went on, expressing how stupid Harry was and how he should know better, and Harry felt like he should be pissed about all that, but all he could think of was what Draco meant by that. He didn’t care about being insulted. He didn’t care about being characterised by his past, when all he did was making up for it. All he cared about was Harry’s sake and position. How he didn’t want Harry to be compromised for his sake. And Harry’s heart clenched again, but it wasn’t as painful this time. Draco wouldn’t mind if Harry hid their friendship, their everything, to keep his image intact. Harry really wanted Draco to shut up now, so he could tell him how much more important he was to him than whatever image Harry had. And that’s when Harry realised what he really wanted to say.

“I love you.”

It was a small, shuddering, gasp, it was the realisation that dawned on him, it was sudden and really, really impulsive. But, as Draco had realised as they were working together, it was very Harry.

Draco had shut up indeed. He had even frozen completely, for a few seconds, before he had turned slowly to face Harry, his eyes wide with shock and his mouth hanging open a little. Harry blushed immediately, slowly realising what he had just said. Well, that was sort of awkward. They weren’t even dating, had just really recently become friends. Too late to take it back, though. Harry saw Draco close his mouth and gulp, before he looked away. The silent stretchedand would the situation be a tad different, Harry would’ve poked fun at Draco for making him speechless, truly an exploit.

“… Do you mean that… ?”

It was so small, so unlike Draco, that Harry’s eyes immediately shot to him. There was something on the blond’s face that Harry hadn’t seen many times, only when he had spent hours waiting in St Mungos when Harry had managed to get hurt in mission, when his father had been really sick, when there had been an attempt of attack on his mother. Fear that something was going to go wrong, the fear to hope. Hence why Harry didn’t hesitate to nod, which was pretty stupid, since he had no idea what Draco would rather hear. But, well, it was too late now, and Harry really didn’t want Draco to go back to depreciating himself, so he made another rash decision and started speaking.

“I do, I really do, Draco. You’re smart, and a great strategist, you’re a great person, you grew so much! You always try to make up for what happened before, but you did so much more than make up for it, you deserve to be treated fairly! You’re always thinking ahead, you saved my arse so many times, you’re always here for me when I need it, you always have my back… Well I have yours, too! Nobody gets to speak about you like the Head Auror did, and you included! And I really, really love you. I don’t care if you don’t, I swear, it’s just, you’re amazing, and so much better than you think, and I swear I’ll always have your back, I don’t care, trust me, I really don’t bloody care that it might slow me down for a promotion, or whatever, I would fight anyone saying anything about you being anything else than amazing and-…

- Harry. Shut up, will you?”

Draco’s face was back to something familiar, his voice so so soft, with a light of amusement in his eyes, and a fond smile on his lips. Harry blushed crimson and close his mouth, before smiling sheepishly. He was about to apologise, but Draco took his hands in his own softly. Harry gulped slightly, and Draco chuckled.

“I love you too, idiot.”

Harry felt his heart swell, and couldn’t help but grin wider, earning another laugh from the blond. The other man was looking at him like he was discovering his face, which was probably the case, as they had never stood that close while facing each other. Draco’s right hand slowly came up to Harry’s face and put a stray strand of hair behind Harry’s ear. Which did nothing to improve Harry’s blush, nor the start of Draco’s, for all that mattered. They just stared at each other, and it really was enough right there.

Slowly, very slowly, they inched closer to one another and just as slowly they kissed. It wasn’t a very particular kiss, just like the other, except it was extraordinary, because it was Draco for Harry, because it was Harry for Draco. The way they kissed didn’t matter so much as who it was. And when they broke apart they were both smiling widely and gave each other as many little peck they could, just the two of them, like they were out of the world for a bit.

“Alright, maybe I can let go of you getting mad at the Head Auror for once.

- Now, if I knew that was what I needed to do to avoid being yelled at…

- Don’t get used to it, you can’t do that everytime, Potter.”

Harry chuckled softly and shook his head soflty. He was happy.

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marvelcinematic · 7 years ago

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Forbidden (Wanda Maximoff x Stark! Reader)

Request by Anon: can you do wanda maximoff x starkdaughter!reader wherein wanda and reader secretly dating and then tony figured out that they were dating so he ask vision to get in the way of wanda and reader's relationship resulting for reader and wanda to break up. Then later reader found out about Tony's plans and just confront him you can decide on the ending tho wether reader and wanda gets back together or they will be together hihi i luv the bucky trap just sayin'

A/N: Ahhhh I’ve had such a busy week! I’m still going through requests, but feel free to send more! I’ll post more soon. I really enjoyed writing this one tbh so I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Some angst

Warnings: Some cursing and jealousy

Word Count: 4.4k

It was a cold winter day at the Avengers Headquarters when you decided to visit your father’s latest real estate acquisition. It was meant to be a short visit to see if you wanted to work with your father after all. Ever since Sokovia you had found him to be rather antsy, keeping his phone calls short as if he was hiding something. Apparently one of those somethings was losing his good friend Bruce Banner, whose alter ego flew him to space.

You treaded lightly as you looked up at your father, who was looking ahead with his hands behind his back. “So, uh, Cap is in charge around here. He runs all of the physical stuff, I pay for it.��

“So, did you finally give up the suit and elope with Pepper then?” You knew it was hard for him to detract himself from his occupation.

“No, not exactly...I’m kind of on a break from the super hero thing, but still keeping it subtle. We have some new recruits though...I may have helped create one of them.”

“You created one of them? Oh my god do I have a half-sibling? Why do they get to join the Avengers and I don’t?’

“No, not biologically. It’s complicated, his name is Vision. Cap will introduce him and the others to you, while I am going to meet Pepper for lunch.” Tony said as he placed a hand on your arm and gave a quick peck on your cheek before hurrying off.

“Okay bye then.” you muttered before turning to walk straight ahead. Typical how he just brushed over the surfaces and was whisked away by a distraction.

You had been walking for a while until you realized Steve probably wasn’t even here. If he was he was probably occupied. You had not checked the time when you had snuck into a room and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to check whose room it was. Did it matter? Your dad owned all of it anyway.

When Wanda came home from a mission, she didn’t expect to a see a young girl her age lying in her bed. She didn’t alarm F.R.I.D.A.Y. figuring that she could handle the intruder herself. Red whisps started forming at her fingers as she approached the figure, circling around her bed. She studied you attentively, observing how your hair framed your face. Any other situation she would have admired your features in peace.

You twisted, waking from your sleep as soon as you heard foot steps nearing the bed. You let out a sigh and opened your eyes to see a beautiful brunette dressed in red with red whisps forming around her fingers. Your eyes widened as you shot up, your hair a mess and your eyes still heavy. You tried to search for words but none came as you stared at her, not knowing what exactly to do. You gave a nervous smile before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Who are you and why are you in my room?” Wanda hissed as she approached you, the whisps growing stronger and forming into a ball.

“Me? Oh I’m Y/N Stark, daughter of the famous billionaire. I just got tired and I went to the closest room that I could find...And now the longer I keep talking the more I feel like this totally sounds crazy and you have no reason to believe me...Please don’t hurt me.” She raised her hand as soon as you finished talking and you closed your eyes preparing for pain. But instead you calmed down as soon as the red whisp circled around you. You opened your eyes to see Wanda looking at you intently.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff, I’m an Avenger.” she said softly as she sat down next to you. She knew it was wrong to talk to the daughter of the man she used to hate, but there wasn’t anyone her age around here. She was used to having someone around with Pietro, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone her age.

What started out as a conversation in Wanda’s room ended up turning into something more. You had texted Wanda nearly everyday, at first starting out as friendly. Your father would be okay with friends. But then with one conversation on the phone you decided it would be best to move to New York after all. It was easier to be with her, rather than filtering yourself on your phone. Tony would never admit it, but he was constantly auditing your phone.

It had been two months since your first encounter with Wanda, and today was your first day in your new home. You were walking away from the headquarters, pulling your coat closer to you as the wind stung your face. Your father was out and the only ones there were Clint, Vision, Steve, and Wanda. You had walked well into the forest until you saw the brunette.

The Sokovian turned to look at you a smile gracing her face, “It took you long enough. What’s wrong?” You had seen her when you had gotten there and you didn’t even glance at her when you slipped her a note to meet you here.

You were at a lost for words, not knowing how to communicate. How could you say it? How could you say that were scared of your feelings. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. Scared that of your family’s curse of turbulence. And yet at that moment Wanda picked up on your emotions. She stepped forward to grabs your hands and said softly, “Y/N…” She wanted to rid you of your fears, and yet even she was afraid. She was afraid of what Tony would think, of losing the only friend she had, of losing her new family.

You took in a deep breath as you looked into her eyes before moving forward and pressing your lips against her. Suddenly Wanda’s soft hands moved from yours and went to cup your cheek. The two of you kissed passionately until you finally pulled away, breathless, “Wanda…”

Wanda sniffled before saying, “I know, your father will never approve. But you make me happy Y/N.” She already knew your doubts and concerns, and she couldn’t help but share them. She wasn’t Tony’s favorite person afterall.

“You make me feel so loved, and you’re sensational,” you said softly with a smile, “We’ll keep it lowkey, and on day we’ll run away together.” True, it was a hopeful dream. When you’re the daughter of the most famous men at the moment it was hard to keep a low profile. And you knew Wanda felt the need to honor Pietro’s memory by fighting alongside the Avengers for the good of the world.

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Months had past since your first romantic encounter, and the two of you waltzed along in the shadows. Stolen kisses, previously unspoken thoughts and feelings were exchanged in the woods, while the two of you acted more like friends in the facility.

Everything was fine, except for the constant yearning of being public, until one night in spring. You were sitting at the dinner table, your father across from you while Steve sat at your left and Wanda sat your right. Your father sat in between Natasha and Vision. Sam and Rhodey were having their own conversation to the side, while Natasha kept her gaze on the two of you. The only people who knew about you and Wanda were Clint, Steve, and Natasha. Clint knew because Wanda confided in him, Steve knew because the two of you needed to shut him before he pressed too far, and Natasha knew because she could read the both of you.

You kept your eyes on your food, trying not to glance over at Wanda and seem suspicious. Meanwhile, Wanda was a master of getting the most of the shadows. While one hand was twiddling her fork the other slowly snuck to your leg, nudging it ever so softly. You glanced up at her to be smiling over at Vision, as he fumbled for his words while he was complimenting her.

Tony chewed on his steak before he started, “So, Captain, how is my progeny holding up? You’re not bullying her with boring paperwork, are you?” He said as he shot you a wink. He had not seen you in a while, when he did see you it was only for a few minutes. Most of your interactions were on the phone, which was fine.

Steve shrugged, “She’s doing fine, she seems to be really enjoying it here.” At that moment Wanda’s hand traced over your leg teasingly, causing you to get goosebumps at the motion. She had the lightest hands, and you couldn’t help but to adore them.

Wanda smiled as she continued to eat her food while you tried to keep eyecontact with your father. You gave him a smile and said, “So how’s Pepper?”

Tony flinched at this before he said, “She’s fine. We’re fine.” He would tell you later on how the two of them were having struggles that ended up leading to a break. He would have told you sooner, but he would of rathered talk to you about it in person.

The table was filled with awkward silence, as most were eating, and others were just staring at their plate. It was Vision who said next with a smile, “So who’s your favorite Avenger?”

Tony chuckled at this, “I mean, obviously it’s her dad, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, she’s spent so much time with us she might have a new one.” Natasha glanced over at you, as you made brief eyecontact with her and said with a smile, “Hmmm...Honestly I think Hawkeye is pretty cool.” That earned laughs from the table, even Steve and Wanda were chuckling.

“Thank God he isn’t here to hear that. We would never hear the end of it.” Sam chuckled.

Admist the laughs Wanda’s hand came to rest on the inside of your thigh, tracing shapes with her thumb and index finger. You couldn’t help but blush at this, stealing a glance from the woman next to you.

While Tony was laughing he couldn’t help but to see the look you gave Wanda, and suddenly he couldn’t help but wonder if you were hiding something. Thousands of thoughts raced in his mind, ranging between anger, confusion, and sadness. He tried to push his suspicions behind until you decided to retire, except it was an hour earlier than he knew you would. He stayed put as thirty minutes later Wanda excused herself for her nightly walk. Tony wasn’t dumb, he wasn’t going to panic in front of the other Avengers yet. He covered his thoughts with a drinks and smart comments before announcing it was best to rest too.

It was then that he walked along the greenery beside the facility until he saw the glow of a lantern light. He walked along the shadows and hid behind a tree as a he stole a glimpse from afar of you in Wanda’s arms, kissing her while she lay on top of the green forest floor.

It could have been anyone else, he swore. You could have chosen a man older than you, or a poor woman your age. But he could not approve of the Sokovian. She messed with his brain, she helped Ultron, he was pretty sure she was with HYDRA at one point, she let the Hulk out in Johannesburg. There were plenty of things Tony could not stand about her, but he was more bothered by the notion of her using you to get to him. She knew how much he feared losing you, he knew how much she hated him in the past. He wasn’t going to let you fall for the witch’s ulterior motives.

He allied himself with the only other personhe could rely on: Vision. Vision was the only who knew he knew, and he found himself talking to Stark alone in the kitchen.

“Vision I need you to do me a big favor.”

“What is it Mr. Stark?”

“I need you to find a way to break up Wanda and Y/N.” There were plenty of flaws Vision saw with this, but he understood Tony more than anyone. There was also part of him that yearned to be treated as a human and Wanda seemed to be the only one who saw him as whole. So Vision found ways to distract Wanda from you, causing a rift to form between the two of you.

In one instance, you were stood up by Wanda as you waited in the woods for three hours while she was training with Vision.

In another, Vision tried to flirt to Wanda in front of you. Now, he was a bad flirt, but nevertheless you were mad at Wanda for not shutting him down.

Wanda had caught on to your jealousy, but she chose to ignore it. She tried to reassure you that you were more than enough but alas you couldn’t help but feel paranoid.

The last straw had been when the two of you had been her room. Sure, it was platonic to just have a girls talk behind close doors. It was a week before she was going to go to Lagos with Sam, Natasha, and Steve. Her arm was lying lazily around your waist as you laid on your side.

You let out a content sigh as you muttered, “What are you going to do after all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean after all this Avengers stuff?”

In all honesty Wanda was afraid of that question because she just didn’t know. She said sharply, “This isn’t just stuff Y/N, these are our jobs. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a wealthy father and just be an intern here.”

You flinched at this. You couldn’t do anything to change who your father was, and you loved him despite his flaws. “Just be an intern? Wanda, I sort out your paperwork. Saving the world is more than just wrecking the place and leaving. It involves litigation, insurance, international affairs.” Sure, it was boring, but you were proud of it because it was something you were good out.

Wanda was taken back by this. Wrecking the place? If she had the choice Sokovia would still be in tact and not ruined. She waved it off and said, “Anyway, I was talking Vision,” she noticed who you rolled your eyes at this and she fought off a scoff, “And he was saying how his emotions are starting to develop. I just feel really connected to him and he thinks it has something to do with the stone in his head…” You started to drown her out as you stared ahead. Why would you care about Vision? And speak of the devil, the red android phased through the wall earning a yelp from you as you rolled off your bed.

“Miss Stark...Wanda.” Vision said politely as he floated about, peering at your form curiously.

“Vis...What did I say about this kind of stuff?” Wanda said softly as looked over her bed to look at your frustrated expression.

Vis? You raised an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them. Also, how come your address was more formal than Wanda? Suspicion crossed your mind as you stayed quiet, drowning out Wanda and Vision as they were talking, barely acknowledging you. “Vision, leave.” you snapped sharply as you glared up at him. Vision looked to Wanda who motioned for him to leave as she let out a frustrated sigh, “Y/N.”

You stood up and said softly, “You know, I think my dad would be happy for you two.”

“Y/N.” she said firmly as she stood up to meet your eyes.

“No I get it, it’s selfish for both of us to think that we can keep this up in the shadows. I mean, he’d never approve. And you won’t just run away.”

“It isn’t that simple Y/N, there are lives at stake.” Wanda pleaded.

“You’re starting to sound like him, I mean that’s how it starts after all. That’s why Pepper and him are on a break. There will always be a bad guy, and just when you think that the person you love is at peace, they just get up and leave. Because no one else could finish the job.”

“I owe it to Pietro, my parents, Sokovia Y/N. I can’t take these powers back, I don’t know how to live outside of all that has happened.”

“It’s just the same bull. You owe it to the dead until you die. That’s what happens when your heroism is built on that. And the more I think about it, I can’t do it. I can’t worry about my dad’s old JARVIS flirting with you, I can’t worry about losing my only family and my only love. I can’t do this Wanda, and you know it. I may want a boring life, but at least it is one.” you said shakily as tears started to form in your eyes. You were selfish, you couldn’t help it. It ran in the family. You knew you dealt low blows, but you had to go before things got ugly.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” Wanda scoffed as her eyes scanned your face. She stepped towards you and you stepped back, not bringing yourself to look at her in the eyes.

“I guess I am.” you said softly. Wanda stepped towards you again and before you could step back she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You savored the moment, salt from your tears mixing with the sweetness of her lips before you pulled away. You sniffled before turning away, “I’ll see you later Maximoff.”

Wanda let you go, fighting the urge to pull you back as she watched you walk out of the door. As soon as you closed the door behind you she sobbed into her bed, ignoring Vision as he phased through again, laying his hand awkwardly on her shoulder.

You sped past the wandering eyes, ignoring Natasha’s questioning and Steve’s concerned gaze as you went downstairs to find your father. He didn’t say a word as you ran to him, not questioning why he was there as you sobbed into his shoulder. You were grateful he didn’t ask why at that moment, figuring that he understood, but you would find out later he fully understood what had happened.

When you heard the news about Lagos, you were on board with your father. It had been a week since the break up and you still had not talked about it, but you were there next to him as you watched the news unfold. You yearned to be with Wanda, to comfort her and give her some solace.

You were reading over the Accords with your father as Happy drove to the Avengers facility. You read through the paperwork as you said, “What are they going to do about Wanda?”

He was afraid you were going to ask that. He sighed, “It’s pretty bad Y/N. I mean we need to be held accountable. I think best possible case scenario she gets house arrest.”

“Best case? God dad, she’s my age!”

“Funny how that works out.” Tony muttered. You didn’t have time to respond as the car came to a halt and Tony walked out to meet the Avengers inside.

That day Wanda didn’t want to talk to you, she didn’t want to deal with any more pain as she sat in her room, looking at the tv screen. Natasha and Steve had advised you it was best not to approach her, and so you didn’t it. As tensions grew you stood by your father, thinking that what he was doing was right, and then he decided to take a teenager to fight at an airport against Steve and Wanda. Maybe you should have called him out earlier, but there your father was, bruised as he stood next to you, looking out the window.

Little did he know that you had overheard him and Vision talking as you were about to go see Rhodey. And what they had exchanged disturbed you.

“What happened out there?”

“I became momentarily distracted.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

“...You know, when I said break up Y/N and Wanda I didn’t mean fall in love with the witch.”

“I think your command exceeded my expectations as well...I have found in some way that Wanda and I are connected.”

You stopped yourself from listening anymore, rounding the corner to walk away in your anger. Your father had betrayed you. He was the one who caused you all this pain.

And there you were, staring out the window while you unsuspecting father stood next to you.

“Natasha left.”

“Her heart wasn’t in it. It’s not her job to tear people apart.” you said sharply as you glared up at him. Tony gulped and said carefully, “Look, we managed to lock some people up...Sam, Wanda, Clint...this guy named Scott.”

“What the hell Dad? Clint has a family!”

“Yeah well he should have thought about that and stayed in retirement.”

“Cut the crap dad, we both know you’re not so innocent.” you hissed as you locked eyes with your father. At one point you admired the man before you. Now, he was the cause of all your pain and more. How could he?

“Alright..why don’t you tell me what’s really up?” he said softly as he put a hand on your shoulder, which you shook off.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know...I know you sent Vision to try and break Wanda and I up.” you hissed as you clenched your fists, tears forming in your eyes. Why couldn’t your father be happy that you had found someone to love? How could he even live with himself like this.

Tony tried to find the right answer but there wasn’t one. A guilty look spread across his face as he said, “Y/N, I know it was wrong, but she’s dangerous.”

“Iron Man isn’t kid friendly either.” you snapped as you stepped away from him.

“How do you know she wasn’t using you to get to me?”

“If you got to know her maybe you’d learn that she didn’t hold a grudge against you 24/7.”

“I did what I had to do as a father to keep you safe.”

“Even if that meant breaking my heart?” you murmured, looking at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t do this. You started walking away, hoping to catch Natasha as she was leaving.

“Y/N---”

“Don’t come after me.” And with that you left the man in solitude.

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A week later you were sitting on a bench in Prague, breathing in the warm summer air as the sun set before you, causing the sky to have a red-orange hue. Natasha had left you here, deciding it was better for you to be safe alone than running around with fugitives. You had not contacted your father yet, still angered by him. One day you would forgive him, but he knew he was far from that. He decided it was best for your safety not to know your whereabouts, for if he knew Ross would know, and technically you were aiding fugitives.

Natasha had told you that Bucky Barnes, one of the men who fought Tony, killed your grandmother and grandfather when he was brainwashed. You weren’t angry at the soldier, you were angry at Natasha and Steve, because they knew. In that moment, you felt some sympathy for your father. And so she left you in peace in Europe, with cash and fake identifcation.

You didn’t turn around when a figure came to sit by you. Instead, your eyes were focused on the City of a Hundred Spires and the beautiful sky before you. You were stuck in your desolation, having lost trust in your father, the world you knew, your friends that you thought you could trust, and the love of your life. Here you were, in a foreign country with a fake name and a new life.

Wanda watched you as she approached to sit down. She saw the sadness in your face, how your lips were quivering and how your eyes had been puffy. She slowly sat down, watching the hues of the sunlight reflect along your eyes. Despite how you left things, she still loved you and she didn’t want to see you like this. Sighing she said softly, “Penny for your thoughts?”

You gasped as soon as you recognized the thick accent. Sure enough, Wanda was there next to, looking at you tiredly. Were you hallucinating? “Wanda?” you said softly as you stood up, looking down at her. She was civilian clothes, her hair lighter than before.

“In the flesh.” she said with an awkward smile. Suddenly you knelt down before her, unable to hold back your sobs. You were so cruel before, acting like a typical Stark.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never have said what I said. I was just scared of losing you, and I never felt this way about anyone.” you cried before her.

Wanda looked down at you, her hand reaching to cup your face. She shushed you as she pulled you up with her to stand, looking around in hopes that you weren’t causing a scene. “I’m here now.” she said softly as she cupped your face. You were mess, but you were her mess. In all of the pain that she had suffered in her life, all of the loss, all of the self-hatred, she couldn’t help but feel that she deserved happiness with you.

You sniffled, taking in the sensation of her hands either so lightly against your skin again. “What are we going to do?” you mumbled. The reality weighed on you, and you didn’t want to drag her down.

“We can start over, travel around Europe, me and you. I’ll have to help Sam, Natasha, and Steve, but Y/N, I’ll always come back to you.” she reassured you.

You nodded at this and said with a smile,”I can live with that. Now start over, does that mean I can take you out for a first date and I just get a kiss on the cheek? Which base are we on? Because I don’t mind starting at homepl--” Your rambing was cut off when Wanda had pulled you in for a deep kiss, giving you enough of an answer with that.

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Hey, I’m not trying to start anything- I just had a question I guess? So I was taught that God hates sin because sin hurts people, which makes sense to me- lying, stealing, cheating, and so on, have the potential to hurt people. But if being gay or bi or trans doesn’t hurt anyone, why would god hate it & why would it be a sin? Again, not trying to fight, just want to know if I’m not understanding something correctly & be the best follower of Christ I can me, sorry if it comes off the wrong way

Not at all. :) I would probably have the same question if I didn’t already understand. There are many sins that don’t seem like they hurt others, such as idolizing people like celebrities, giving in to temptation by eating foods you know you shouldn’t be eating especially when you prayed to God to make you healthier, secretly judging people, putting aside God’s convictions (ignoring that still voice that speaks His truth), smoking pot for recreational purposes even though you’re doing it in the privacy of your own home, habitually swearing even if it’s just around people who most likely have the same habit, procrastinating, masturbating, watching porn, the list goes on…

What all these sins have in common and more including the ones that hurt people is that there’s zero obedience. There’s a lack of discipline, there is no self-control. These sins are a result of giving in to the flesh, living in your own terms, pleasing your own nature, and basically choosing what you want and not what God wants for you. This world is sinful but God knew we needed grace, that’s why He sent His Son, Jesus. By accepting Christ as our Savior, we also accept discipline into our lives. But people forget that. They think it’s a one and done deal, that if you accept Christ or get baptized, you have a guaranteed spot in heaven, which is religious thinking. And they go on living as they please, basically wasting His grace. The awesome thing about growing in Christ is over the years you mature. Christian or not we will continue to sin until we die. In this case the difference between a mature Christian and a new Christian or someone who is not Christian at all is the mature Christian should sin relatively less, which means they’ll also receive more blessings from God. If they still sin as much as they did in the past before they gave their life to Christ, then either they are probably lukewarm Christians or they gave up altogether and are content with their old ways. They have become stagnant in their spiritual walk, the vision they once had and were passionate about serving the LORD is no longer as clear as before. Their purpose is blurred, so they go on to find happiness in the wrong things, from materialistic things, to drugs, to relationships, to work….We forget that accepting Christ is everyday, which means we need discipline everyday. Discipline comes from the word disciple. A follower and believer of Christ must practice it everyday if they are truly disciples of His.

I had a potential to be gay. I kid you not. If I didn’t discipline myself to stop certain thoughts and stop entertaining myself with the possibility then I would’ve continued pleasing the flesh, and would’ve eventually identified as bisexual or lesbian. But because of the positive influence I was around growing up, from church, youth group, summer camps and winter camps, the Christian club I had in my school, and just being around other Christians who didn’t necessarily have a one on one talk with me, but what I learned was ingrained in my head as wisdom. Even though I didn’t have a day to day relationship with God, I had enough positive reinforcement to listen carefully to my convictions and obey Him. Had I not, I would’ve continued to be mesmerized with the idea of same-sex relationships, I would’ve delved deeper into the possibilities by exploring my alter-ego. I wouldn’t know about the importance of humility and I would’ve continued to be proud. It is actually a sin to be proud (Proverbs 16:5).

If anyone calls themselves Christian but choose to believe they have this side that is uncontrollable, that is not of God. Recognize its desire to be independent and free, don’t continually feed it’s wants. Starve it. It is not of God. Once a person is sold to God, they become a bondservant of Christ; they have accepted that they are identified with Christ, and there is no such thing as a second self in you as a whole. There is the life of Christ in you, but when you identify with Him, you become one with God. I believe the acceptance of a second self, an alter-ego, is where developed personality disorders come from. The more a person is identified with things, ideas, persons, and not solely on God, the more anxiety welcomes itself into their life. If you are a Christian, it means you acknowledge and agree as being one with God. You must strive to have the characteristics of Christ, to love like Him and think like Him. Period. He was sent to serve as the greatest example for all humans. Daily, each person must put to death their old selves along with their sins through surrender and be resurrected and reborn with the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of God.

Personality type tests, astrology/zodiac signs, opinions of others you have made become your reality….anything that you have ever believed in about who you are without truth from the Bible has the potential to divide your heart and soul. But identifying yourself with Christ alone and not the things of this world assures you that He will protect your integrity, where you remain whole and complete in God. The more a person entertains said truths about themselves apart from what God says about them in the Bible, is essentially a way of worship. Whatever has a higher importance than God to you (anything that doesn’t have Him as the purpose behind your intentions), by entertaining those thoughts, they become your god. Pay attention and make sure you are worshipping God and not other gods. In homosexuality’s case, it is the desires that come with it that are put before God, which makes them a slave to themselves and the rest of the world. There is no obedience there when it comes to honoring Him with the mind and body they were given. Christian homosexuality hurts families and loved ones, it hurts the life of Christ inside them when they allow their minds and bodies to be enticed in such a way. There’s gay porn and that hurts people, but we don’t hear about it. It may even tear heterosexual relationships apart. It hurts the soul of the one who identifies themselves as gay and proud. God has so much better for them if they just surrender and obey. Our lack of obedience leads to more sins, which bites us in the butt sooner or later. He wants our obedience no matter what, wether you’re gay or not because there is a lot of evil in this world, and He only wants what’s best for us. We don’t even know what’s best for us a lot of the times, but our Creator does. I believe that discipline leads to obedience, and obedience to trusting God more, and trust to more faith, and more faith to more peace and joy, to more wisdom/growth/maturity.

I remember listening to a guest speaker on Focus On The Family. I forgot her name, but her story was really interesting. She said since the day she could remember, she has always had an attraction towards the same sex and didn’t understand it, but knew it was wrong. I forget if she ever had relations with other women, but anyway, she started going to church after she was invited by a friend…she felt so welcomed and no one condemned or judged her. She made genuine friends who became her prayer partners, and eventually her relationship with God led her to have stronger convictions, and although it was a long process, one day it became clear to her that she no longer had these gay thoughts and feelings. She felt a joy and peace she had never encountered before. She started dating Christian men, and now she and her man are happily married. There are more true stories like this that we don’t hear about. Often we think it’s impossible to convert anyone from gay to straight. That’s true because it’s not our job. Only God has the power to do that. But imagine if the Christians she got to know judged her or easily gave up on her?…she would not have changed her sexual identity, but more importantly she would not have truly gotten to know Jesus Christ, her Savior, and she would not have completely identified her life to His. Check out these posts Homosexuality: Real Hope and Real Change. Thank you! I hope this helped. God bless! :)

James 4:12 There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?

1 Timothy 1:8-11 We know that the law is good if one uses it properly. We also know that the law is made not for the righteous but for lawbreakers and rebels, the ungodly and sinful, the unholy and irreligious, for those who kill their fathers or mothers, for murderers, for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers—and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine that conforms to the gospel concerning the glory of the blessed God, which he entrusted to me.

1 Corinthians 6:9-11 Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.

Proverbs 11:2 The LORD Almighty planned it, to bring down her pride in all her splendor and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.

James 4:6 But He gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.”

Philippians 2:1-2 So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind.

Philippians Chapter 2 - Imitating Christ’s Humility

By His Grace, Sheela (Via godfirstgodalways)

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writeseoul · 7 years ago

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surprise | jjk

pairing: jungkook | male!reader, taehyung | male!reader

genre: angst, was supposed to be a drabble but got way ahead of myself

word count: 2,779 words

warnings: swearing

a/n: please do read it—if you want. it’s at the end of the fanfic.

summary: you went to surprise your boyfriend at his concert but he ended up surprising you instead.

It was the last song of the night. The seven boys were giving it their all, your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s body as he sang and danced his heart out on stage.

It was your first time watching Jungkook during one of his concerts and as you sat through the whole event, you realised then and there that being on stage was where Jungkook was truly meant to be. Through every song he performed tonight, you could feel the passion and devotion he had for his career.

That night you fell even more in love with the man you were happy to call your boyfriend.

Though it hasn’t been that long since you both started dating, you could feel that Jeon Jungkook was the one for you. He made you feel things you never knew you could. Every moment spent with him was like a dream come true.

As the song came to an end, you cheered along with the thousands of fans that filled the whole arena. You stole one last look at Jungkook, as he huffed in exhaustion from the strenuous dance routine. The boys then stood in a line and with their hands attached to each other, all of them bowed as a final goodbye to the fans.

The light began to dim until all was left was a pool of darkness, notifying the end of the concert. You could feel people around you preparing to leave the arena and you found yourself doing the same.

You weren’t on your way out though, your next destination was backstage. Where you would surprise Jungkook. You have been preparing this surprise for weeks now and you were eager to see his reaction. You already imagined the scenario in your head.

As you were going to send a message to Taehyung—your childhood friend, to secure your safe entry backstage the sudden loudness of the crowd halted your actions. Fans were cheering again as the stage suddenly lit up.

On stage stood Jungkook, mic in hand and almost every spotlights directed towards him. Just by looking at him you could see how nervous he was to be on stage, he was having a hard time to find the right words to say. After a minute or two of him just standing there, trying to compose himself, he finally spoke up. And almost instantly the whole arena grew quiet.

« Did you guys spend a good time? » he asked and he received a plethora of ‘yes’ from the fans. It gave him more courage to continue.

« Good, » he continued, « There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you all. »

Whispers filled the arena, it got everyone curious. Including you.

« Now that I received the green light from the company, I feel like I can finally be honest with our ARMYs » he started, « You all know how important you are to me and the hyungs, which is why I feel obligated to come clean. »

Nervousness was more evident now as he got closer to the big reveal. You could feel your heart beat going faster at his words. You didn’t now why but you also began to feel nervous all of a sudden. Dreading what was going to come out of his mouth next.

« Well, here goes nothing, » he mumbled into the mic, « I want to introduce you all to someone special. I hope you will welcome her with warmness because just like you guys she is someone really important to me. »

Her, she? you thought to yourself. You were confused and a weird knot started to form in the pit of your stomach. Making you uneasy and cautious of what was coming. You kept your eyes on him as he nodded to his right, indicating something to the people backstage.

Out of the darkness came out a really pretty petite girl with long wavy hair. She approached Jungkook, uncertainty written in the way she slowly walked to him. From where you stood you could see how pretty she was—thankfully you were able to find a good place. She was as shy and as nervous as Jungkook. She wasn’t even able to look at the thousands of fans in front of her. Keeping her gaze on the ground.

Once close enough, Jungkook’s left arm laced itself around the small of her back—out of habit it looked like. It made the latter even more shy, looking more embarrassment from the sudden PDA.

« ARMYs meet Yerin, my girlfriend… » Jungkook revealed, strengthening his hold on Yerin as he waited for his fans reaction.

Everything seemed to stop once you registered his words. You could feel your heart beating extremely fast. Every beat as painful as the last, tears pooled in your eyes as you began to feel the pain of his revelation. You barely were able to see what was in front of you, one word engraved itself on your mind.

Girlfriend? you asked yourself, He had a girlfriend?

If he had a girlfriend, what did that make you? From the way you were seeing it; he knew her way before he got to meet you. Which would make you his secret lover. The person he was cheating on someone with. How could he not say anything.

The more you thought about it the more painful everything was getting. You just got betrayed by someone you were beginning to trust and love, again.

Various questions came to your mind; What am I to him? What did I mean to him? What about our relationship? Did he lie all this time? Questions you had no answers to.

You snapped back to reality when the fans threw kind comments at the pair. She’s pretty!, We’re happy for you!, Jungkook and Yerin, fighting! they said. The pair instantly felt relief at hearing the kind and supportive words thrown at them, as if a burden was finally lifted off their shoulders. Thankful for the fans’ support, Jungkook couldn’t be more grateful towards them. He knew now that no matter what happened, they would aways have his back.

« Thank you guys so much for your kind words and support, » he laughed tears evident in his eyes, « you don’t know how much it means to us! »

Seeing him getting teary eyed made the fans begin to chant ‘it’s okay’ to him, as a way to comfort him.

The pair both bowed to the fans in thanks and with a kiss on Yerin’s temple—which made the fans go wild— they left the stage. Smiling as they were accompanied by the fans’ chant.

While everybody was happy for the couple, it took everything in you not to break down right in the middle of the arena, surrounded by this sea of people. The pain and the feeling of betrayal was unbearable. It felt as if your whole world was falling apart.

In a rush you picked up all of your belongings and pushed yourself out of the arena.

A few tears escaped along the way but the dimness of the venue helped you on hiding it. On your way out, you debated on wether you should just go home or confront Jungkook immediately. After some thinking you decided on the latter, you needed answers.

The moment you arrived at the backstage’s entrance, you were stopped by a big burly man who stood in front of the entry.

« Pass? » He looked down at you.

« I-I… » you stuttered trying your hardest to form a sentence but to no avail.

« No pass, no entry. » The security guard said firmly.

« I-I h-have to talk to Jungkook, please let me in, » you begged but the guard stood his ground.

« No pass, no entry, » he repeated.

« P-please, I-I assure you I’m not some crazy fan, » you tried to explain, « I-I know him, you can even ask him. »

« No pass, no entry » he repeated again though this time with a hint of uncertainty. Your disheveled form and puffy eyes were clouding his judgement.

You looked at the guard in front you in disbelief, he didn’t look like he was going to let you in. You sighed and then you remembered that you could always call your boyfriend—now ex directly. So you did. You took a few steps back not getting too far from the entrance as you waited for Jungkook to pick up your call.

After a few rings you ended up in his voicemail. You tried calling a second time than a third time but to no avail. After the fourth try you decided to just call Taehyung instead, the only other person you knew in the group.

« Hello? » you sighed in relief as you heard Taehyung’s deep voice on the other end.

« I-I need your help to get backstage » you cut to the chase.

« Wh-what? » he stuttered, « Y-you’re here? » he asked surprised.

« Taehyung, please. I don’t know what’s going on right now but I know that I have to see Jungkook » you begged. You were on the verge of losing it, you were tired. All you wanted was to understand this mess.

« Where are you? » he asked after a minute of silence, « I’ll come and fetch you. »

You told him that you were at the entrance of the backstages and after telling you he was on his way he hung up.

You paced around the hallway waiting for your best friend. And after what felt like forever he finally showed up.

Sweat still evident on his face, huffing in exhaustion as if he had just run all the way here. You were about to say something when he suddenly and forcefully took hold of your wrist and dragged you to the end of the hallway. Earning you both a weird stare from the guard that had kept his eye on you the whole time you waited.

« Taehyung, wait » you struggled to make him let go. After struggling for a while you successfully broke free. You faced each other and trying to be as firm as you could you told him that you needed to see Jungkook.

« You should just go home, Y/N » he said softly, sadness pooling in his eyes as he looked at your disheveled self. He could clearly see how tonight’s event was affecting you and he hated it.

« Wh-what? » you asked dumbfounded, « Wh-why? »

« Don’t make this harder on yourself, Y/N-ah » he took a step towards you to comfort you but you immediately took a step back, bewildered by his sudden words. « Y/N » he sighed.

« Tae, I need to talk to Jungkook, » you explained, « I need to get to the bottom of this, I-I need answers Tae, I can’t jus- »

« You were just a fling to him, Y/N » He cut you off.

What? you thought to yourself. Your night was beginning to get even worse by the minutes. And your composure was more and more put through the test. You didn’t know how much longer you could endure.

« Wh-what? » you croaked.

« Whatever you two had, it wasn’t anything serious to him Y/N, » he explained. He was debating on telling you the whole truth but he knew that you deserved to know everything, no matter how destructive it could be.

« H-he got curious,Y/N » he confessed with a shaky breath, « he wanted to see what it would be like to be with a boy. »

You didn’t say a word at that. You weren’t even sure how to respond. You looked at him, trying to find even a hint of a lie in his eyes but you knew Taehyung like the back of your hand and you found none. He was telling you the truth. It was the last straw. Every bit of composure you had vanished and you let yourself cry for real, for the first time that night.

You were practically bawling, having no control over your sobs. You didn’t even care who saw you anymore. You were hurting, you couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted now was the pain to go away.

So you were just a fling to him? Someone he could use to satisfy his curiosity? So, you really did not mean anything to him beside being a fucking experiment? Tears were now escaping your eyes without an hint of stopping. You had finally reached your limit.

Seeing your tears, Taehyung didn’t hesitate to take you in his arms. Rubbing circles into your back as he shushed your sobs doing his best to comfort you.

« Why didn’t you tell me? » you asked him in disbelief. It dawned on you that Jungkook wasn’t the only one at fault. That your childhood best friend, the one person you trusted the most, actually betrayed you, too. By hiding such hurtful truth from you. You pushed away from his embrace, suddenly not wanting him anywhere near you.

« Wh-what? » it was Taehyung’s turn now to be speechless.

« Why the heck did you think it was a good idea to hide this from me? » you asked your voice a bit raised, putting aside all the pain you were feeling, anger taking its place. You were angry at Taehyung for hiding something so important but you were more angry at yourself for falling for Jeon Jungkook’s lies. If only he told you this before you got involved with that jerk, maybe you could have saved yourself this heartbreak.

You knew that it wasn’t fair of you to throw everything at Taehyung. To make him take the blame, but anger overtook you and you needed someone to take the blame for you.

Taehyung looked down in shame, having no real answer. He knew about Jungkook’s real intention since the beginning but the latter had made him promise not to say anything. Being a man of his words he kept his mouth shut. Only to realise now that how much he fucked up, real bad. And that his mistake might cost him one of his closest friend. His best friend.

« I-I promised Jungkook not to say anything, » he admitted though he knew very well it wasn’t going to help his cause.

« So your promise with that bastard was more important than my feelings? » you asked him in disbelief.

« N-no! » he objected, « Of course not! »

« You out of anyone should have been on my side Tae, » you told him defeated, « If you really were a friend you would have told me the moment you knew about it regardless of anything else. »

You were right about everything. He had nothing to respond to you. He was a crappy friend.

You had nothing to say anymore and you had the urge to just get out of there. You were emotionally exhausted and all you wanted was to go home and forget this night ever happened. Forget everything about you and Jungkook. Forget about your best friend and his betrayal.

To cut everything that hurt so you could move on and get better. Bit by bit.

You turned around to go but Taehyung’s hand on your wrist stopped you before you could even take the first step. You looked at him and saw him in tears.

« I-I ‘m so sorry, Y/N » he sobbed, tears streaming down his face, « I know what I did is unforgivable but please don’t shut me out, » he pleaded. The thing with Taehyung was that he knew you better than anyone else. He knew that once you were out of the arena, he would mean nothing to you anymore.

You have had your fair share of betrayals, so much it led you to have trust issues. Trust was something you valued the most in any relatonship, to break it meant to break your bond with said person. And when that bond is broken, there is no going back.

Which is exactly what the both of them did tonight. They broke the trust you had in them by lying and deceiving you.

You were done getting hurt by the people you loved most. Out of habit, you were already ready to let them go, if it meant that you could live a healthier life without them. So be it.

No matter how painful it was. You needed to put yourself first.

« It’s a bit too late for that, Tae, » you said softly this time, « I hate to say this but you chose your side the moment you decided to keep your mouth shut. And now I’m making a choice for myself. »

« So I’ll say this once, » you continued, « I don’t want anything to do with you or Jungkook. I’m done getting hurt by the people closest to me. »

With that said you freed your wrist from his hold and walked away.

Without looking back.

« No, » he whispered to himself as you officially walked out of his life.

How does something as innocent as surprising your boyfriend during one of his concert turn into such a heart wrenching evening.

It’s funny how things never turn out the way you imagined them to.

a/n: I am so sorry for being MIA for the past months guys! I’ve been busy with school and writer’s block wasn’t helping me. but i’m back now and more organised than ever. i tried the whole outlining stuff and it has helped me so much with the writing and the writer’s block. i’m not gonna promise more frequent updates but i’ll try my best not to leave you guys hanging for such a long amount of time!

anyways here’s a little bit of angst for you all. mind you i’m still a novice writer, so please do tell me what you thought of this scenario/drabble! i am all about improving myself and i can’t do that without your help ;)

until next time!

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