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gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil · 1 year ago

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Been talking about 2gether here-and-there for a while but seeing your attitude towards it has got me itching to talk a bit about my thoughts on it. Because god, do I have thoughts.

So, I went into 2gether with low expectations. I heard it was subpar from MDL and I don’t like fake dating that much. But with a combination of curiosity over one of the biggest BLs historically and my personal interest in Bright and Win coming off the Bright cameo in Enigma and my enjoyment of Good Old Days, I went into the show. (Probably a different path from most to go from the non-BL to the BL but ahaha)

First thing. The show is very cheap. This shows even moreso because it’s BrightWin? Like, this was their first GMMTV show (and first for Win) so the company definitely didn’t have the drive to put as much money behind the show as they would for a show like F4 Thailand, but goddamn. Second thing. The music in this show was… huh. Were the guitars just not tuned sometimes? What are some of these? I say this as someone who actually loved BL singing, so it was a massive letdown I only enjoyed a few of the (very numerous) musical scenes. The OST for the show was great! But.

Sarawatine are character archetypes I really enjoy in general. I like weird, panicking, cheery bisexual losers (got me through Kiekoi!) and kind of grumpy and cold but devoted to their love interest guys. But the way the show wrote them was so disappointing? I would have expected so much more from the show for its main couple? Like, make me care about the characters, not just hope I’ll ogle at the hot actors and get through the show thanks to the scenarios, please. I usually don’t harp on physical intimacy between characters, also, but 2gether was so uncomfortable. And it sticks out like a sore thumb when the famous line of the show mentions kissing until dropping. There is NO kissing until dropping going on in the Sarawatine apartment, that’s for sure. And seeing some of the subpar acting between them just generally… I wasn’t enjoying myself much.

I actually found the show quite funny in certain scenes. Comedy is hard to judge a show on objectively, but I’ll say I did laugh. But I did not get emotional with the show, even when it wanted me to be. The Mil nonsense was hard to forgive, as was the “girl Sarawat liked!” Oh no! (My sarcasm could not be more embedded here) I genuinely started to feel pain watching the show because of how frustrating I found how Sarawat was dealing with the situation and how Tine was reacting. Like, I don’t care. Please. No one here wanted this cheap emotional climax. Especially after the weird time skip post-getting together.

And. The portrayal of women and the stereotyping of Green. All the women in this show are bland (but cute, thanks to the actresses, at the very least) or actively such a “girl who gets in the way of our BL boys!” that it hurts. And Green. I don’t enjoy when a show uses a feminine gay character as a source of ridicule. Green is seen as lesser by Tine and the others, and yeah, he acts like kind of a creep sometimes in the beginning. But the show writes him like that with a purpose. Of course the one who is openly gay and feminine is also the one pushing boundaries and being a predator. Amazing representation, 2gether. It got worse when it turned out Dim was abusive, and Tine just lets him in? And they get back together? No???? Like. Why. What. Who? Watching Still 2gether, I tried to pretend that whole scene never happened and DimGreen was just a tumultuous on-again off-again relationship, because I actually did find some of their Still 2gether scenes funny, but no. I could not forget. I appreciate the attempts at saving them by Aof, but no. Could not be undone. Green was funny as hell in the second season for me, though, so I’m hoping he dumped that abuser’s ass for good after the show ended.

MilPhukong was… fine. I felt absolutely nothing for them, despite the time invested. I actually quite enjoyed s2 ManType, just for the established relationship of it all and seeing them get along well, so I forgive them, but the s1 plotlines for them were questionable (Man, stop being a creep. Type, what are you doing with irt your brother? Really?)

I think Still2gether was an improvement (director change, yay!) but the emotions still didn’t work for me. I enjoyed the more slice-of-life style of the series and I felt the characters were more likable, but it was a short series with little actually going on. It did leave me off with a much better taste in my mouth, and better scenes all around, though. I imagine I could watch this season again and not groan my way through it. I’d probably even enjoy it if I take it as it is. The foundation can’t be forgotten, though. It is ever-present as a problem.

Oh, and here are some of my (very ineloquent) thoughts on 2gether as I live-blogged it:

This is stupid. Side couple on screen rn is stupid. Tine being a crying cannot communicate uke is stupid. Sarawat is being stupid.

Do not enjoy this simplification but I was very frustrated at the time. I still am.

Okay, now to pull back a little. I can totally understand why people would’ve loved this show. Because I’m 100% sure if I had watched 2gether before other shows, back in 2020, I’d have ignored most of the flaws out of my excitement for a show with cute scenes and pretty boys. Especially at the beginning of the pandemic, and especially if this was my first BL drama. I think that if you just settle into it with that mindset, you can find enjoyment in the show. And honestly, I’m very happy about that. That we’re at this point, with shows like Not Me, Last Twilight, etc. If 2gether is a show that seems horribly outdated now, in just a few years, I think that spells great things for the future of GMMTV BL, even if it isn’t a steady thing (looks at the tournament we’re in). And despite my words on them, I did in fact end up with a soft spot for Sarawatine. I think they’re neat in theory. In practice, not so much, but here I am anyway. The two of them definitely are important to BL, especially in GMMTV, and I respect them for that.

Don’t think I’ll ever rewatch 2gether, though.

I wanna preface this by saying that even though I really don't like 2gether, I don't rembember it in nearly as much detail as you do. I know I don't like it 'cause I immediately didn't while I was watching it and right after when it was still fresh in my mind.

Now, that said, some of the things you mentioned did spark recognition and in general I tend to agree with you. The Green thing, oh Iord! And the guitar........ Unlike you, I tend to shudder when BL boys bring out the guitar so for me that whole show was a real test.

Honestly, I don't need to go into detail more than this 'cause you already put it so eloquently yourself and I also understand what you mean about watching it back when it aired. I'm probably going to regret mentioning it but TharnType also aired in 2019 and is extremely beloved by some. I'm not saying I agree - and I'm generally wary of people who say it's their favorite BL ever - but I certainly understand it and my personal feelings about it too are so complicated I don't even know if I'd be able to put them into words.

What I'm trying to say is that while I have specific preferences and opinions on every BL in this list and many others not on this list, I respect that some of the judgements others have on them come from a very contextual and personal place. As is also the way I feel about the shows I hold dearest! Still, I appreciate the conversations we've been having on all of them 🩷

#asks #anonymous

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 1 month ago

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Hollywood madam .

Heidi fliess Hollywood Madam Heidi flies and how amazing she was at doing this whole game in Hollywood as a woman because women won made for this world it was more of a pimp world and they got away with it. And what does Heidi get a three-year prison sentence in the defense of other people she was quite blatant with it and Madam Alex and her ex and evil knowledge were very jealous of Heidi. I supposedly this is how she got into the world she knew this man called Bernie cornfield who was like a Turkish mid Middle Eastern man of higher class and she got accustomed to the lifestyle.. there is a massive age gap she is a Capricorn, but yeah there was a massive age gap between them she was like 18 and he was like 60 so a huge age gap and you know how I feel about age gap relationships. I find them pretty icky because I grew up with a mom who is 11 years older than my dad and she’s my mum still doesn’t get worse find it funny because I always felt like the man should be I’ve never been with a younger man and I never will well they say never say never.

Anyway Heidi fleiss so she was this infamous Madam in Hollywood and she was apparently sold to Madame Alex for $400.00 or something to that of record filmmaker,. And if you watch bloomfield’s mate documentary about this he also did Kurt and Courtney but this one was particularly good it had Ron Jeremy who’s now been accused of all sorts and has done despicable things such as RAPE. An assault anyway these were the plays she was hanging around with and Charlie Sheen all the despicable people in Hollywood were her custom but John’s don’t get in trouble it’s the prostitute or the Madam when these people are coming to them and asking for paid sex I just find her so iconic there’s this seven part series on iHeartRadio where they took go into much detail about hiding her past and everything in between and after the arrest. And she has an interesting birth chart of course of course I had to look at the chart she’s a Capricorn son like I’ve said an Aquarius Mars and Venus an Aries moon which sticks out like a sore thumb so her relationship with her father was much closer than he was with her mother from that chart I see sun moon and rising actually I don’t know her rising sign no she’s an Aquarius rising she’s either Capricorn or Aquarius rising because I know her Venus and Mars sit in the 1st house it's depending on what degree.

And she definitely has the look of one similar chart to David Bowie in a way because he’s a Capricorn with Aquarius energy and I see it I see it really well you see the steadiness of Capricorn and the coldness of aquarian they’re very similar signs in a lot of ways except capricorns are a bit probably more predictable than Aquarius can be I mean an Aries moon and a Capricorn sun that is a close relationship with her father and her father took a lot of slack and defended Heidi through all of this he was a pediatrician and delivered babies and all sorts he was one of these late 60s parents new age if you will and yeah so him and the sister took um a lot of slack because Heidi I think forged her father’s signature and also her sister’s signature to get through legal things I believe. But yeah Paul flies is a nice man It seems he I think he even delivered Leonardo DiCaprio. But if you remember if you’re British and you’ll remember Heidi fleiss being in the Big Brother house and even 05 or 06 you remember her for her loud and boisterous and somewhat cold personality but also funny and to the point I like people like that where you know where you kind of stand with them and there’s definitely like I say somebody who has they are most of the time very very charming.Also like I have said before with these people they have charm running through their veins and through their body. They just have it and it comes so naturally to them I don’t know what it is about that Venus Mars conjunction but it’s very powerful it’s that balance of masculine and feminine energy together these people were so charming they could look like Heidi fleiss like she’s not the best looking woman out there but she is beautiful because she is so charming and because she’s so witty and because she’s not like these other girls who are a bit more simpler and yeah I totally believe that she had the best looking girl on her payroll this is just who she is she would probably be able to get pan or Anderson to do it that’s what I’m saying this woman has a powerful chart that she is able to do these things in such a way.. and also be so brazen with it that is the airy side of her chart because sometimes Aries need to keep their mouth shut about their own issues and they can’t because they like to brag and they like to be like ohh I could get this woman working for this much money in her case I could have the best-looking blonde bombshell. And as her best friend or previous best friend said Victoria sellers daughter of Brett Elkland and Peter Sellers a second-generation Hollywood child. As they all seem to be she’s in the documentary that that nick Bloomfield did. As is Madam Alex I need Evan .NAGH. hmmMadame Alex who didn’t leave her bedroom very often in fact she did all her calls From her bed. Where business came through and it was booming but she was also a police informant up until death I believe.

She was very shady woman and I believe Heidi was quite nice to her considering she ****** her about a bit but then Alex sees it as her stepping on her toes I guess so that’s how things were between them why do you even visit her when she was dying and had this loyalty to her that we obviously don’t know why and what was involved in that I mean maybe it’s like Stockholm syndrome to your abuser so she had this loyalty to her for that reason which for someone with such a strong chart even this is an example even the strongest person has their weakness they have to keep it together in their minds specially someone with Capricorn and Aries in their chart quite strong is there sun and moon sign They have this power the beholds them and makes them very strong in how they are.

#heidi fliess #hollywood madam #madam #entrepreneur #boss bitch #badass #legend #fypage #betrayal

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collectivecloseness · 3 years ago

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Buying fluffy sleeping socks when it’s getting colder, for Eddie.

He really appreciates the present, you’d noticed it’d been getting pretty cold in the trailer recently, and Eddie’s normal socks just wouldn’t do you thought. You got funny Rudolph ones for Eddie, brown and red. You got a pair for Wayne too. “You were thinking about my uncles feet?” He smiles teasingly at you like you were crazy weird upon receiving the second pair, getting a playful smack on his bicep. You got Wayne some mostly black penguin ones. No he cannot swap. They’re adorable on him! Your goofy boyfriends feet are gonna stick out like a sore thumb, but it’s a great target for you to attack with your own when they peek out of the blanket on top of the two of you, while you watch a movie on the couch. Eddie kinda likes the fact they stick out a small bit at first, because it makes him think of you even more. But soon they just become a part of his relaxing at home outfit. You may have to throw them in the laundry basket when he is not looking, because he does not take them off for a while.

Wayne absolutely adores you, for so many reasons, but it warmed his heart just to get a nice thoughtful gift off you, even though it wasn’t anywhere near Christmas. And he tells Eddie how happy he is that he has a good person like you by his side, when Eddie chucks the pair at him when Wayne wakes.

You and Eddie sliding around his trailer in slippy socks. There’s not a lotta places to slide, but you do so in a shirt of his on both of you, and underwear and sunglasses with a fake mic, Risky Business style. Miming dramatically along to music eddie plays. Taking your turns putting on a show for each other. Because there’s not a lotta space as well, the slippiness is mostly used for the two of you dancing in the kitchen on cold winter nights.

You also take him shopping with you next time you want to go, so you can buy him a scarf he looks at for the longest. Not even telling him that part of your plan till he’s stroked the end tassels of one, and you pick it up and say I’m getting this for you too, no matter his debates. Maybe you’ll even get a matching scarf with him, and like his hellfire shirts it warms his heart, to feel like a part of something with you. Also the fact he can swap your scarves around when you visit, bundling you warmly in his before you leave, using it to rope you in for one more, no just another one, wait one final kiss, before having your warm stinking of you scarf to himself to wear around his neck, until the next time he wants to swap them over. Not that you both don’t notice, nor decide not to tell him you know.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson drabble #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson thoughts #thought I’d guess this one out here while I can’t upload my other things as well #stranger things

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

#tubbo x reader #yandere tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #yandere ranboo x reader #mcyt x reader #yandere mcyt x reader #mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp #ranboo dsmp #ranboo dreamsmp #tubbo dsmp #tubbo dreamsmp #tubbo mcyt #ranboo mcyt

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mischief-marauders · 2 years ago

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I desperately need a Wolfstar fic based on Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray where Remus and Sirius go to the same school and know of each other but aren’t personal. Remus is shy, quiet, and more in school while Sirius has this cold, school athlete type of vibe and they’re at a party and Sirius gets so fucking drunk and then Remus goes to leave and sees Sirius trying to start his car and he runs over like “what the fuck you’re not driving home asshole” and Sirius just grins at him drunkenly and moved to the passenger seat as an exasperated Remus gets into his car to drive them home. Remus grumbles about stupid athletes and drives away. Remus asks for where Sirius lives and he freaks out because his parents can’t see him like this so Remus begrudgingly drives them around and then they stop a 24 hour diner and Remus is like “what the fuck is my life, I’m being a DD for a drunk lacrosse player who doesn’t even know my name” and Sirius (who was half asleep) sits up and says “Remus John Lupin. Top 10 of our graduating class, all AP classes, and president of the habitats for humanity club at school” and Remus is shocked and Sirius blushes and tries to play it off. They go inside and eat greasy diner food and find out how different they each are. Remus is sarcastic and funny and blunt while Sirius, who rarely smiles at school, as an adorable dimple when he grins. Sirius is kind and warm and has a big heart. They also find out the bad parts. Remus’ parents are divorced and he hasn’t seen his mother in years. He doesn’t have many guy friends and he hates school events because he feels like he sticks out like a sore thumb. Sirius’ parents are religious and put an insane amount of pressure on him to the point where he internalizes everything and closes himself off to people. They talk for hours until Sirius isn’t as drunk and Remus drives him to his house. Before they get in, Sirius just stares at him intensely and leans in. Remus leans forward and they both kiss in Sirius’ Rover. Sirius pulls away and looks at him scared and gets out of the car. Remus feels surprised and just wishes Sirius was sober. Sirius turns back and motives how exhausted Remus is and invites him to spend the night. Remus doesn’t want to be a bother or run into Sirius’ parents but he insists so they sneak into his huge house and run into a furious Regulus who yells at Sirius for not answering his phone and Remus gets nervous because he doesn’t want to wake their parents and Regulus is confused and is like “what’re you talking about? Our parents are out of town for the next 2 weeks” and Remus looks at incredulously at Sirius for lying but Siruys just blushes and says “I wasn’t sure how else to ask you to hang out” and Remus is so taken aback by the lengths he went to to hang out that he just chills. They go upstairs to Sirius’ room and Remus looks around his room while Sirius finds clothes for him. Remus looks at the huge four poster bed, the pictures on the wall, and a slight messiness of the room. Sirius comes back with a shirt and shorts for Remus to change into. Sirius changes in front of him which makes him blush and turn around. Sirius laughs and turns around so Remus can quickly shuck off his jeans and sweater and put on Sirius’ gryffindor lacrosse shirt. At this point Remus looks around for a blanket to sleep on the floor but Sirius just laughs and tells him they can share a bed. Remus climbs hesitantly into bed and faces Sirius, both of them on their sides. Sirius gently puts his hand on Remus’ face and whispers “I didn’t know kissing could feel so good until I kissed you” which causes a smile to break across Remus’ face and they kiss again until Remus yawns and they break apart and just fall asleep next to each other.

Anyways, just something sweet based on the song. We get Remus’ scared to be vulnerable because he doesn’t know if Sirius is actually into him or just drunk. We also get Sirius terrified to lean into his queerness but being with Remus feels too good to be wrong.

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allkinds-oftrash · 2 years ago

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The Crown S5E6 Commentary

Non Spoiler Thoughts: Not going to lie, this was a hard episode to get through because aside from the horrors of what happened to the Romanovs, it was a pretty dry episode and extremely filler. If you’re going to have a filler episode, at least make it as compelling as Mou Mou was. This was just pulling teeth. Maybe it’s just me. If you are into Russian history and the odd connection between Penny and Phillip, this one is for you. I just personally didn’t care for it because I wasn’t interested in the Yeltsin of it all, I only felt pain for the Romanovs and Elizabeth and Phillip having a weird marriage issue well into their 70s was odd to watch the least. If you do end up getting bored half way through the episode, feel free to skip it, you aren’t missing much.

Spoilers Under The Cut:

Okay so this is the Russian episode why am I not surprised they added in a mass murder scene in the cold open

I dunno if I can stomach the scene so I'm skipping it in my commentary heads up. I am watching the lead up to it though this should be interesting

Why does this man have a whole parrot on his shoulder lmao I'm cackling

Yekaterinaberg oh god I wanna cry Don't open the door bub DON'T Oh god this is heartbreaking knowing what's to come Peter Morgan woke up and quite literally chose violence huh

This man is so shady WHY do you need photographs of them Ohmygod the comrades were sick for this "The photographers will be here any minute" THIS ISN'T THE SHOOTING THEY EXPECTED FUCK I HATE THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

Okay I'm skipping this bit

Fuck I caught bits of it DAMN PETER MORGAN YOU WERE FOUL FOR INTERWEAVING THE WINDSORS HUNTING WHILE THE ROMANOVS WERE BEING HUNTED I hate it hereeee oh fuck oh fuck that last shot of the pheasant and then the Romanovs??? I'm sick. I'll give Peter props for knowing how to elicit a strong and visercal reaction. Whoever edited this I wanna give them a hug that was brutal even tho I skipped most of it

Ngl this episode is kinda boring - great cold open for invoking such a strong response from me but god I do not care for the 90s Russian politics. Imma just embrace hot John Major to get through this episode lmao

Oooh wait Lizzy and Philly be having marriage problems okay maybe there will be drama in this after all Penny where are you Oh hello there you are!

I'm sorry it's been 6 eps and I'm still not into Johnathan Pryce as Phillip. The voice and mannerisms are just so off.

Damnnn Martin is such a GILF; like all iterations of Martin have been so hot for what. I apologise for the thirst yall I'm just bored with this ep - the hot men are gonna get me through it

Not Yeltsin sucking up to her 🤡🤡 OH HE ORDERED FOR THE HOUSE TO BE DEMOLISHED They did, they really did deserve a proper burial Not me getting emotional over the Romanovs I'm just here for the silver foxes and the my bleeding heart for the Romanovs

Not Yeltsin shit talking Lizzie in Russian this is so funny shkdksk Holy shitt not the bayonet threat OH GOD THAT POOR TRANSLATOR His face though omg I love this dude the utter embarrassment and guilt over lying to her - iconic performance

Oofie did not expect these flashbacks I am literally going to be sick I hate it hereeee

This episode is so hard to watch - other than the horrifying bits with the Romanovs it's just boring

Oooh DNA match testing interesting.

There are some moments I can see Johnathan as Phillip but then also not sighhhh I dunno why it bugs me so much jdjdd He just sticks out as a sore thumb compared to the other on-point casting

Penny you're gassing him up too much "You are the key. Your DNA unlocked the mystery" LMAO this sounds like a parody of a lyric from Anastasia dhkdkdi I wanna say he won't fuck her just cos she keeps hyping him up but we know he's going to hdkdjk

Penny is so cute what a science nerd This is getting philosophical lmaooo Peter Morgan what were you on writing this ep Philip's hobbies every season just get funnier pls first carriage riding and now this Russian obsession Lizzie is so hopeful about this visit

Babes engagements and tours aren't going to fix marriages why do you keep doing this

More standalone eps need to be more like Mou Mou. My eyes keep glazing over for this one. I'm tempted to skip this tbh but I know the FOMO will drive me insane sndkdkd so I am going to grin and bear it for the next 25 mins

I will say seeing the Russian practices and culture is interesting! Just the way the ep was framed and shot makes it dull in the grand scheme of the season

Not this man saying I gave up so much marrying you bruhhhh this is S1 shit how are you not over this 🤡🤡 This is so funny I can't even So childish Yall are in your 60s please calm down you're gonna die together

"Companionship" K Philly K Godson's wife,,, yeah that makes it sound gross It's still a emotional affair Philip!! What is going onnnn not him asking her to legitimize their "friendship" this is so weird. Why are stuffy British people like this dhdjjdd

Lmaoooo Lizzie you're almost 70!! Don't be naiveee just like you, your grandparents did nothing and now the Romanovs are gone Wtf Mary did you regret not doing jackshit?? Just awful awful

Either way political or personal reasons, it was a horrific thing the Romanovs went through Goood Mary feel the devastation

Lizzie's thinly veiled threats and condescension is a whole art I cannot

Oooh everyone is here for Christmas fun things

Lmaooo John Major finally slipping into his role as Lizzie's therapist along with marriage counselling 🤡🤡

This was a cute scene just Lizzie and Phillip coexisting

But ultimately a whole lot of nothing filler episode and it wasn't even an entertaining filler

#The Crown #The Crown Season 5 #The Crown spoilers

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 4 years ago

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Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'Manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'Manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offence, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

Sighing softly at their over reactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 4 years ago

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years ago

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How You Spend Days Off

I stuck to only the three main peeps, but I’m looking forward to writing for more JJK characters. It was actually really nice to write for them, so I hope you enjoy~Amanda

P.S: Be safe out after dark!

Warning: N/A

( 2.1K+ words)

↳{shenanigans you and your S/O get up to on days off}

Yuji:

Days off with Yuji are unpredictable and always either involve something thrilling and very energy consuming or it can be some of the simplest things a person can do- no in between.

Yuji usually is the one who makes plans during your spare time (though he always gets your opinion, of course), he just really values time with you and wants to experience so much together while he can

It was common knowledge that this coming Friday, all the students would have the time off to rest as a reward for all their hard work with the recent influx of curse activity. Yuji wasted no time in planning the perfect day together, from the moment you woke up next to him to when you both fell asleep, he had something ready.

“Ah that was delicious Yuji, thank you” you cheered, arms stretched high above your head in an attempt to work away the sleepiness the food had made you feel. “No problem! Only the best for you, princess” Yuji’s smile reached past his shining eyes, thrilled you enjoyed the assortment of plates and bowls filled with your breakfast favorites he’d surprised you with. “Well then, my prince, to what honor do I owe your company today?” you asked leaning against your balled fist and bent elbow on the table, amusement and adoration laced on all your features. “For one day only, yours truly scored us tickets to…! Drum roll please!” Yuji posed dramatically, eyes cast down while crouched and pointing in a funny manner.

You proceeded to bang your fist against the table, laughing lightly, “We’re going to spend all day at Monster Con!” he pulled out two floppy pieces of paper from his back pocket as you gasped, “Oh I’m not finished yet, princess, we’ll also be wearing matching costumes I hand selected” You stood quickly, clapping at his theatrical performance as he bowed, repeating, “Thank you, thank you”. You made your way to infront of the boy, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders while he enveloped your waist tightly, pressing you against him. “Not going dressed as your pesky alter ego, huh?” you joked staring up at the taller kid, earning you a slight pout, “No, he’s not invited” he grumbled. “Sorry, that joke was in poor taste” you apologized, shifting to run your thumb along his juted bottom lip to smooth out the lines.

“No worries, I know ya didn’t mean anything by it” your hand stayed cupping his cheek, both star-filled eyes trained on each other as you both wore the cheesiest grins. Just as you stood on your tip-toes to close the space between each other, a warm gust of breath blew against the palm holding Yuji still, “I was wondering why you hadn’t spoiled the moment” you sighed, lowering yourself to lean your forehead against Yuji’s chest instead. A small mouth carved into its host cheek frowned, now free to speak without your hand suffocating it, “I can handle the women’s teasing, however what have I done in my many lifetimes to have to suffer through this painful love-sick puppies act” Sukuna complained. “Many things actually” you responded, muffled by Yuji’s shirt that smelled of a citrusy-warm blend you couldn’t get enough of. “Why do you always kill the mood?” Yuji groaned up towards the ceiling, earning himself a scoff from the demon king. “Oh? You mean like that I wouldn’t let y-” “SHUT UP!” Yuji slammed his hand against his own face to silence the man, his cheeks inflamed.

Now clad in matching costumes, you as frankenstein's wife and Yuji as Frankenstein, from the hair to the clothes to the make-up, you both spent the day without any further hiccups; how Yuji kept Sukuna at bay, you didn’t know, but I didn’t really matter. The stares from passengers on the train to the convention center was obvious to everyone but you two, lost in your own little love-sick world of old-fashion horror movies, delicious food, and pure, unfiltered content.

Megumi:

Megumi is a simple guy who likes simple things; he’s overworked and more exhausted than he even realizes, however he doesn’t acknowledge that...ever. In fact, you could run a mile ‘too quickly’ by his standards and he will have you take a break and drink his bottle of water (though you had your own and he knew that).

On your rare days off together, Megumi would silently stick to you like glue; he wants to do something for you in the creative way Yuji does and definitely wants to spend the time with you, but he can never come up with a complete idea of how to ‘wow’ you.

Except you didn’t need to be wowed, in fact you really were burnt out, so when the day came when you had nothing to do but be together, you planned a whole day of nothing with a side of Netflix and take-out.

You knocked on the door to Megumi’s dorm that was just a few paces away from your own. It was almost noon and you still wore your pj’s from last night, cookie monster shorts and an old shirt of Megumi’s you took last week, having made no attempt to fix your hair. “Umi~!” you whined, banging on the door a little harder, the plastic bag from the convenience store rustling at your side. “Coming” Megumi opened the door in a similar state; pj’s still on and hair sticking in even weirder directions than normal.

“Mornin” you greeted with the faintest grin, “sorry to wake you” “ I was just getting up” he yawned while he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Sure I can tell by the bed head” you teased, earning a playful eye roll from the boy. You waved the bag of goodies in front of his face, “Let me in, I’ll make it worth your while~” he chuckled, “I doubt it” despite his words he stood to the side, letting you past and closing the door behind you.

His dorm was dark and a little stuffy, clearly Megumi hadn’t had time to do the in depth cleaning the little neat-freak was so fond of. The continents of the bag clacked together and scattered around as you tossed it onto the small table in the corner, making your way over to his comfortable futon that smelled of his signature eucalyptus soaps. You flopped about for a moment, stretching, snuggling into the sheets still warm from Megumi, who was watching the small scene from the door, “C’mon Umi’ I wanna get through at least two episodes of SVU before we inevitably fall asleep wrapped in each others arms” you called dreamily with lidded eyes, already tired again as you buried beneath his sheets and pillows.

Megumi could feel his chest ache and stomach flutter at the image of the one who he cared for so much that it physically hurt laying there in his bed with soft, kind eyes just for him- it was almost too much. “Umi, I will eat all the sour snakes if you don’t come over here, your sheets are getting cold” Megumi was cut off by his own thoughts of admiration by your voice. He chuckled at the cute way your face cringed a bit at the sour-sweet taste of the candy before sliding into bed too, your head laying on his chest as he held you close. A small, genuine grin spread across his lips as the sound of Netflix starting rang from the TV, holding you even tighter, ‘this is perfect’

Nobara

Be ready to put on your best dressed because you and your girlfriend are hitting the town! Of course Nobara would find her way into the city whenever she could, foreign to the endless wonders the busy streets had to offer and luckily for her, you happened to be far more native with the many sights to see.

She’d let you sleep in, holding you tender as she traced her nails across your skin to form intricate patterns until you woke. You both would totally be the couple that wears matching outfits, the same colors and patterns tailored to your personal styles- of course this would also lead to thousands of pictures for Nobara’s instagram.

You two would laughed, eat delicious foods, and would spend way more than either of you cared to admit nor did you want to because the price of absurd, unfiltered laughter and the feel of just a good time, was one both of you could pay a thousand times (and a new pair of shoes too)

The sun hung lower in the sky than it did when you started this little adventure before noon, having been sold on the idea by Nobara that she “only needed a few things” this morning. Now, exhausted perched on a steel chair outside some cafe you’d never heard of with your sore feet elevated on the other empty one you waited for your girlfriend who was inside somewhere.

“Jeez even my fingers are cramped” you groaned flexing your numb digits; shopping was a grueling vice because no matter how much you’ve already bought, more cute sweaters, tops, and matching accessories called to you by name and the art of saying ‘no’ wasn’t exactly in Ms.Kugisaki’s vocabulary. “Here ya’ go babe” Nobara emerged from the shop with two cups, handing one to you before sipping gingerly from her own. You brought the plastic straw to your lips, sighing in relief as the contents quelled a thirst you didn’t even know had been building up. “I don’t think we did too much damage” your face fell and eyes bulged, flailing your arms out around at the brightly colored parcels that littered the table and surrounding floor, “Nobara there are at least fifteen bags here”

She laughed, her hand falling on top of your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze, “Still no that bad”. She scooched her chair closer to yours, her thumb rubbing nonsense circles into the denim of your jeans, “What next?” she asked leaning into her seat, her brown irises watching yours fondly, “Food? We haven’t eaten since a lot earlier and I could turn into a wolf any second and eat you” you teased, though food sounded better and better the more you thought about it. “Eat me? You promise, baby?” Nobara’s smirk earned herself a not-so-graceful, but light kick from you.

“An impromptu picnic sounds great” Nobara decided, tapping against you in finality. It became a game: You both had 30 minutes to run around the delicious food district to pick out each other's favorites, as many as you liked (which would be more food than two can eat), then you’d reconvene at the same cafe. Nobara offered to pick up a blanket at the convenience store because she ‘knew you so well she wouldn’t need the whole half hour.’ The game was on and time was ticking as you both rushed in opposite directions with several bags and a hunger to please the other.

You scurred around each vendor, selecting different meat dishes and veggies, cakes and watermelon, and even splurged on some fancy sushi from the place she'd wanted to try. Your arms quivered under the weight of the many shopping bags and take-out boxes, but you were determined to get back first. “Just around the corner- Are you kidding me?!” you yelled. In the exact steel seat she sat in earlier, was Nobara with an array of bags around her, boxes and the blanket stacked neatly on the table with dark sunglasses adorning her face and her legs crossed cockily as she spoke smoothly, “Beat ya”

Both of you grossly overestimated the amount of food you could eat in one sitting as practically unopened boxes lay stacked on top one another on the blankets while watermelon rinds and used plates were thrown into a garbage bag. The sun was low, almost at the horizon, painting the sky in pastel oranges and pinks with hints of purple and blue; the spring chill had blown a little heavier now that the sun was setting and it was getting harder to stop the shivers. Nobara laid against the trunk of a tree with you between her legs, holding you as her manicured fingers idly massaged your scalp quietly- you would have fallen asleep at the small gesture had you not been actively keeping your eyes open. “The boys will be grateful for the food, I’d hate wasting it” she yawned to which you only hummed.

“Hey” you turned your head up slightly, only enough to meet her gaze, “today was really fun” she smiled, slithering across your arm to grab your cheeks gently in her fingers, forcing your lips to pucker, “yeah it was.” Your wobbly smile made Nobara feel things, too many things at once, and a lump began to form in her throat, “I love you” you mumbled, Nobara’s breath caught for only a moment, whispering a thick “me too.”

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Wash out.2 (special)

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Words: 1k Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung's rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

Namjoon swallowed the pills hoping he would be able to keep them down, they were a fast-acting anti-nausea medication. It wasn’t his fault, he just had trouble getting out on the ocean waves without feeling painfully seasick.

He placed his things inside the locker and everything else he needed was placed in the waterproof ziplock pouch attached to a lanyard around his neck. Before heading out to the dock, the group headed out and to the end of the bay where there were some sharp rocks that tended to catch sick and injured marine life. Between the rocks, the rock pools were quite deep, so it could be anything from a shark or a Jellyfish or a broken surfboard. But, they responded to the call as they always did, and they would care for the animal or just clean out the pools of debris.

The boat was in motion and as such was not causing Namjoon any stress, it was only when the boat stopped and was rocked gently by the waves would it stir in his stomach. He hoped they would never reach their destination, though the hope was short-lived as the boat slowed to a stop and the swaying felt more like churning. Namjoon, saving himself from heaving, jumped into the ocean and swam to the edge of the rock pools looking in, he began inspecting the creature. It was dark and he couldn't really see but, he soon noticed it was a human.

Grief consumed him, "It's a body," Namjoon reported seriously, "this poor young man had most likely drowned and was washed up during the high tide into the--"

It moved, that couldn't be, his eyes must be playing tricks on him, the man was now facing him, his features were delicate and his eyes seemed to watch and follow Namjoon's movements. Namjoon again passed it off as a trick of the eye and the reflection on the water, or even the froth of the waves, until the thing blinked. Hands reached in to grab the body and that's when he was smacked with something in the face, whatever it was, it was fierce and he felt as if he was going to blackout.

He had no strength to move under the water, but he was also intrigued by the two figures swimming towards him. The first took his left hand, his reddish hair glowing faintly as the sun broke the water and left small beams of light shining on the two gentlemen. The second smaller and blonde grabbed his right hand and they swam so fast. Namjoon was starting to feel like all the oxygen was being sucked out of his lungs but just as he felt himself seeing black he broke the surface.

Wherever he was it was night time, it was dark but there was a glow like a thousand stars on the walls, and the two men threw him out of the water and onto the ground and climbed out, this was the moment Namjoon noticed they had fishtails. "Mermaids" He muttered, receiving two glares. "You don't like that term, I am sorry?"

They stood up naked making Namjoon turn red, they wrapped themselves in silk that glistened like the sun on the waves. The redhead draped Namjoon's hands with a piece of similar fabric and he let out a, "oooh so soft..." at the cold watery feel as it touched his skin, before it tightened, binding his hands together. "Oh. I see."

There was a strange clicking and he turned to see the blonde returning his thin legs shaking as if he had just run a marathon and would collapse any second. More importantly and taking up his entire attention span was the clicking coming from two very large and deep blue crabs, They were the size of a miniature pony but twice as stocky, he came closer slowly and began patting the shell of the crustacean with a prominent grin on his face.

He was lifted onto the crab and he almost passed out, this creature was majestic and he was overjoyed with being this close and seeing such a gargantuan version. "You are big boy aren't you, you are so perfect, you are doing amazing"

The two who were leading and sharing a crab were sitting sideways and watching him patting the creature and speaking gibberish, they shared a look and rolled their eyes, heading through the place, there were lanterns filled with crystals that gave off a large green glow and the walls were covered with a blue bioluminescent slime, that seemed to come from snails that were traveling around the large cave painting the walls there houses glowing brightly lighting the whole place.

It was like a scene from a fantasy movie but all Namjoon could think of was studying each organism and creature and looking into their lifestyles. He knew there was so much to learn. He touched the wall and his fingers were covered in the thick glowing slime and he grinned and played with it slowly.

Namjoon was glad for his notebook and phone, as he would be able to document some of the creatures and sights he saw. He was going to take out his phone from the pouch, and snap some photos when the crabs stopped and he felt the fabric around his hands being pulled. Thanking the creature with a friendly grin he followed after them into an ornate room with big arches and intricate carvings in the crystal pillars that all glowed.

The room was round and directly across from the entrance was a small platform with a tall ornate throne, it seemed to be made of hard crystals but lavished with the soft silk fabric which made it seem quite comfortable.

Upon the seat was the most beautiful young man Namjoon had ever seen fabric wrapped delicately around his waist a little lower than Namjoon was comfortable with, it showed off the man’s deep adonis belt. His chest and arms were also muscular and Namjoon counted at least six elaborate necklaces and three armbands, the latter looking as if they would snap if he flexed his bicep. His hair was a little shaggy making his features look softer and more androgynous.

Namjoon was stopped and the men beside him began speaking, in their language, it was melodic, slow, and higher-pitched. Namjoon wondered if it was because they had to communicate underwater that the pitch was raised to cut through the water, he wondered if they had some sort of sonar in their bodies.

The young man on the throne listened to his subordinates, his eyes trailing over Namjoon’s form, making him feel nervous. Many people thought he was funny looking and dressed oddly, they thought his personality was dull and his hobbies and interests were too eclectic to be relatable. He was just waiting for the man on the throne to look at him with the same level of displeasure as others do when they first meet.

But it never happened instead the young man stood from his perch and walked towards him, stopping a few inches shorter than himself Namjoon smiled at him and held out his hand. The young man looked at Namjoon’s hand intrigued but waved him off and he was guided into another chamber and was made to sit in a room that he could only liken to a prison cell.

Namjoon had been there for what felt like half a day but according to his phone was only a few hours. The young man returned, handing him something wrapped in a leaf, Namjoon took it and frowned, it was seafood and he didn’t particularly like seafood especially since he had met so many nice sea creatures that day he couldn’t stomach it.

He handed it back shaking his head and the man frowned and tried to demonstrate eating it and handed it back. Namjoon tried he really did but the moment the raw fish touched his lips he vomited in the corner.

The man sighed placing down the leaf of food and rubbed Namjoon’s back in wonder, he looked at Namjoon’s build and tried removing his shirt making Namjoon blush but reluctantly removed his shirt.

“You all seem to trust skinship, so I will cooperate with your customs” He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor beside him. The young man’s eyes were big and made him seem so innocent when he looked at Namjoon’s broad chest. He seemed to measure their builds making Namjoon chuckle. “Our builds are quite different, you all seem quite small and lithe for agility when swimming. If you think my shoulders are wide, you should see my best friend, he has very broad shoulders.”

The man in front of him adopted a deeper voice while scrunching his nose playfully. Namjoon rubbed the back of his head bashfully, he must stick out like a sore thumb, a big burly guy with a deep voice amongst these elegant lean creatures who were sweetly spoken.

He lowered his head in a greeting and said something and Namjoon lowered his head and repeated it making him laugh his face lighting up. This perhaps king was cheeky, he liked to play games, or at least this was the impression Namjoon got from him.

It was going to take a while for the two to communicate properly without understanding but the king hummed and kissed him on the lips surprising Namjoon. When the two finally pulled away from the kiss the young man laughed again and said. “I hope now you can understand me, my name is Jeon Jungkook, I am the King of the Merpeople”

“What!?”

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years ago

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Manhattan’s Finest

First Part

[Dr. Manhattan x Black Reader]

Word Count: 2.4K

The crowd erupts after the final song from the play ‘It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s Dr. Manhattan!’ Whistles and cheers fill the auditorium as the performers take a bow, receiving gifts from loved ones in the audience.

You cheer along with them all, having enjoyed the play more than you expected to. A friend of yours was supposed to come along but flaked out at the last minute. It’s fine, at $95 a ticket, you would’ve loved to have used their ticket on dinner instead but life is shit.

You wait for the auditorium to clear out before you get going yourself. It is much better not walking over people and pushing into each other as much as possible. When you make it outside, the muggy air makes you instantly miss the air conditioning inside the theater. Another $95 for a cool breeze would be worth it.

“(y/n)”

You look to your left seeing a man in a suit with a blue mask. His skin is also tinted blue, somewhere between winterfresh gum and blue raspberry jolly ranchers.

“Hi? Oh, are you one of the performers?!” you ask excitedly, running up to him, but being taken aback by how tall he is. “You were awesome up there. There were a couple Manhattans but were you the one that sang ‘Blue is the Blood that Runs Cold’? Because man, I have never heard a vibrato like that. It was very impressive.”

“I am not a performer in this production,” he says flatly.

You cock your head to the side, observing his manner. “But...then why all the blue? And did I introduce myself, because I don’t remember telling you.”

“You do, later on in the evening.”

You blink a couple times. “I’m going home to bed after your play. How could I be talking to you?”

“As I said, I am not a performer or member of staff on this production. And I am sorry that you cannot afford the dinner with your unrequited love tonight who is making love to his superior right now, but in time it will-”

“Whoa, what the hell did you just say? His boss? And what do you mean? I don’t love him!”

Unshifting, he continues, “I believe love can exist even in one sided instances. I am finding myself in that position right now by the end of the week.”

You take a step towards him and then to the side, watching him follow your movement. “Ok, I just had to make sure you have eyes under there. You’re stiff as hell.”

He gives a small chuckle that makes you laugh nervously. “Heh, what’s funny?”

“That is what you say to me when we take the train back to your place. You enjoy public displays of affection, both innocent and explicit.”

You groan with disgust. “I haven’t done shit like that a day in my life. How dare you!”

“You do not, because of fear and weak men. You’ve gone all your life thus far picking unattainable partners because you do not see yourself worthy of the ones that truly excite you.”

You cross your arms, growing all the more impatient. “Who are you?”

“I am Dr. Manhattan.”

“PFFFFF! HAHAHA!” You laugh out loud, causing passersby to stare. “You are too much!”

He scoffs, making you question him again. “If I tell you, you will become physical.”

“Try me, nothing is wilder than saying you are Dr. Manhattan.”

“That phrase you said ‘you are too much’, is something you say during the heat of passion as I penetrate you in the foyer of your home.”

Hearing this makes your blood boil, feeling disrespected is something you refuse to tolerate. You push your hands against his chest hard; he barely flinches, instead lowering his head.

“You’re a perverted bastard is what you are! Take that fucking mask off coward, so I know whose ass I’m finna beat.”

“I cannot remove my mask. It would draw too much attention.”

“HA! But telling a random woman that she’s gonna be stroking your dick by midnight isn’t attention seeking?”

“11:38 pm.”

“What?” you ask exasperatedly.

“11:38 pm, not midnight. It is 10:15 now, with a 20 minute walk to the station and another 20 minute wait after just missing your train added to your travel time, it will be 11:38 pm.”

“I AM DONE HERE! Have a shitty night!” You walk away, looking back just once. “And no one really likes Dr. Manhattan except for his huge dick which I am sure you are lacking!” Your heels clack down the sidewalk furiously with the snap of your heel. Steam practically rises off of your body as you think back to the imbecile who couldn’t keep it in his pants. You come up to an intersection and check your phone, which sparks the thought of how he knew about your name and your date bailing and if there was any truth to why he stood you up.

“Is it better for you that I prove myself to be Dr. Manhattan?”

You jump a little too close to the curb, steadying yourself on a nearby pole. “You aren’t him, just shut up about it.”

“But you are curious, aren’t you?”

You look blankly at the road, running over what he said to you before again. “What’s his name?”

“Whose?”

You roll your eyes. “If you are Dr. Manhattan, you would know who I am talking about.”

“I do, I just...need to hear you ask it,” he says.

The cross signal goes on and you begin to strut across. “Oh, is there going to be a rip in the space time continuum if I don’t do things exactly as you predict?”

“They are not predictions but current events. This is already the past.”

You look back at him walking next to you and it unnerves you how he is able to keep up with your hurried stride like a swan on water. He doesn’t sound anxious or out of breath and his body has no bounce even when he steps.

You stop in a quiet part of the street, taking out your phone to turn on the flashlight, beaming it in his face. “What is my date’s name?”

“Crawford. You like that name very much, like Redford or Ashford.”

You pause for a second in silence. “What does he do for a living?”

“Marketing, not unlike yourself. He is up for a promotion but his relationship with his superior is making him feel insecure about his worthiness of moving up in his company however he is in love with her.”

Your heart caves in a little at the word love. You didn’t think an office fling would come to that, so soon.

“He shared many things with you, vulnerably. They were truthful, so you should not regret those moments. However, opening yourself up to him has only led to your heartbreak sooner.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, feeling tears swell up in your eyes.

He takes a beat before continuing. “You took his vulnerability as a sign of trust and therefore evidence that he loves you but because of his strife, you thought it would take time. However, he was only using you for his own gain. You gave him advice that you thought would make him see you as the object of his affection but it instead pushed him further into her arms.”

You scoff, making a tear jump down your cheek. You turn the phone light off, trying your best to hide your emotion. “I still don’t believe you.”

You pull up your friend’s phone number and dial him. The trill of the call ringing in your ear is painful, so you hang up and text him.

“That will be regrettable tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know. Dr. Manhattan doesn’t have to tell me that for it to be true.” You walk down the street at a slower pace, allowing him to walk next to you without resistance.

“Ok. Manhattan, huh? I’m (y/n).”

“I know,” he says lightly.

“Of course you do. So even though you aren’t from the play, you do know what the play is about right? They didn’t say anything original that everybody doesn’t already think.”

“I find people’s fixation on my purpose to be distracting. When the world has developed exponentially over the decades and yet resists change in its most basic forms should be infuriating enough to not dwell on me.”

You tweak your mouth, impressed by his analysis. “I can’t fault you for that. But a blue guy from space with powers is an interesting subject. And you’re usually taller right?”

“I don’t need the attention from that,” he says.

“But blue skin isn’t distracting?” you quip.

“I don’t choose forms on a whim. There has to be purpose.”

“So what purpose do you have here with me? Or am I a stepping stone to somewhere else, because that is a popular feature of mine,” you say deflated.

“You are a beacon of positive energy, which is attractive to most. But not everyone deserves it.”

“So you are going to mentor me?”

“I am going to love you, and you will love me. In time.”

You throw your hands in the air in frustration. “How can you when you don’t know me!”

“But I do,” he says, stopping at the entrance of the train station, to open the door for you.

“Fine. Dog’s name.”

“Shrek.”

“Favorite movie?”

“The Color Purple.”

“Third grade teacher’s name?”

“Mr. Rideau, and I believe you had a crush on him.”

“NO! I did not!” You walk past him in a huff, completely embarrassed that he outed your interest in your teacher in public like that. You trot down the stairs, expecting your train to arrive in a minute but instead you see that very train pulling off as your hop off the last step.

“Dammit!” You collect your composure and plop down on a bench to await the next arrival. Dr. Manhattan slinks next to you.

You check him out in your peripheral, looking behind your shoulder. “You should really not be blue waiting on the train. No one here knows about the show so you stick out like a sore thumb.”

Dr. Manhattan looks slowly at his hands, before turning to you. “I could change, if you like.”

You sigh. “If I had a dollar for every man who told me that.” Looking straight into the black holes of his mask is unnerving to you, feeling a chill run down your spine makes you shiver.

“It’s probably for the best, because this is freaking me out.”

“What would you like for me to look like?”

You shrug. “I can just build you piece by piece?”

He nods. “Essentially.”

You look Manhattan up and down in a complete loss. “I don’t have time for details. When I think of a man I just want them tall, big pockets and a bigger dick.” This sparks a thought in your mind, making you slide slightly closer to him. “Ok, I know you not about that musical or rumors, but is it true about…” You point toward his lap inconspicuously.

“That I am well endowed? Ah well, those measures are up to the individual. You may see for yourself if you like.”

Your body rears back in surprise. “That’s probably what you were looking for this whole time! You’re ridiculous.”

Dr. Manhattan sits unphased. “I won’t force you to, but I know you will. I mentioned it before. I know this is a fantasy of yours, despite my person being involved.”

“So I can just rub on your dick and it means nothing for you? That’s almost disappointing...but this night has already been wild, so feeling up a stranger ain’t far off.” You look around the practically empty station, taking your hand slowly up his thigh until you felt something solid and girthy.

“You’re stiff as hell!” you exclaim, quickly taking your hand back.

“It is a normal state in which I remain in this form.”

“And it’s blue just like you huh?”

“Correct.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think I have it in me to look, so I’ll take your word for it.”

An announcement comes on saying your train is arriving soon. You check your phone; it’s 10:54pm.

“Listen. There’s no way I can sit with you blue on this damn train. So what do you do, hocus pocus into a Black man?”

“It helps to have a reference in mind,” he says.

“You think for a beat before taking out your phone and looking through Instagram. “If I show you a picture, will that do?”

“Of course. I can emulate imagery.”

You look through your feed as quick as you can pulling up the profile, and your favorite picture.

“Him. Can you change into him?”

His face leans into your phone for a moment. In the time it takes for you to blink, a blue light flashes and before you is the man from your feed. The rush of air from the train kicks particles in your eyes, and you rub them for relief and proof that this isn’t a dream. But in front of you is the likeness.

“This is dangerous,” you say, trying to pick your jaw off the ground. He looks around and at his hands, adjusts his suit, then looks at you.

“Is this better?”

You hold your mouth gasping. “You even sound like him! A little stiffer, but very much like him,”

His complexion in person is just as clear as his photos with deep brown hue that has nary a blemish. Strong jaw cloaked in a close trimmed beard that frames the exterior of his wide, chunky lips. He blinks at you with a gaze of innocence and naivete.

You remember to breathe and answer, “Yes. It’s much much better.” The ding of the train alerting its departure snaps you back to reality, grabbing his hand to make it through the closing doors just in time.

You find two empty seats in the back, sitting next to the window. You sit next to him nervously, playing with your hands as the train rumbles down the tracks. You look out over the city passing you both and catch his reflection in the window staring at you. His eyes look happy.

“What?” you ask quietly, looking back at him.

#dr manhattan fic #shakafic #watchmen fic

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bitterlikesweets · 4 years ago

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Love Bites Ch 1

This is the first chapter of a modern/vampire AU ereri fanfic. You can also read it on AO3.

Eren doesn’t know why he let Mikasa and Armin convince him to come out tonight.

As much as he would’ve loved to eat in a restaurant like Kuchel’s Kitchen a few months ago, he can’t help but be appalled as he stands like a traffic cone in the doorway, large and obviously out of place and in the way of everyone nearby. It looks nice enough from the outside—a little brick building squeezed between the local bookstore and a discount department store—but the inside smells like cheese and herbs and garlic, and Eren simply cannot believe his friends thought this was a good idea.

His nose is already burning, but Mikasa has apparently grown tired of his hesitance and tugs on his arm.

“Come on, Eren, you can’t stand there all night,” she says, yanking him hard enough that he’s forced to stumble inside.

“Can’t we eat somewhere else?” he asks, casting a wary glance around the restaurant.

It’s close to closing, and most of the tables are empty. The white and yellow tiled floors even look freshly mopped. Eren winces when he makes eye contact with the red-haired waitress across the room and lowers his voice, quickly shifting his gaze away from her curious green eyes.

“Anywhere else,” he hisses. “I mean, seriously, Italian?”

“You love Italian food,” Armin pipes up from behind Mikasa’s shoulder.

“I know, but—”

“You said you wanted to try being normal again, and this was our normal,” Mikasa says sharply, though her face suddenly twists and her dark-eyed gaze drops to the floor. “As close as we can get, anyway.”

When her grip on his arm loosens, Eren’s stomach painfully knots itself together, and he places his hand over hers. Armin comes closer, his hand coming to rest over Eren’s, and Eren heaves a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as they begin to burn as badly as his nose, though for different reasons. He lets himself take a deep breath for a moment, and he allows the smells to really hit his sensitive nose. Though the restaurant seems fairly new—Eren’s certainly never been here before—there’s familiarity in the smell of freshly-cooked food.

“Okay,” he says after a moment, “let’s try to be normal.”

The waitress who watched their strange display of affection comes towards them, menus in hand, when they finally settle down at a table. Her gaze lingers just a bit longer on Eren, and he stiffens, pulling up the collar of his turtleneck, wondering if something has given him away. Did his sweater slip down and she saw the scar? Is it the turtleneck itself? It is the middle of summer, but it’s late and beyond its covering aspects, the sweater helps him deal with the way his body now runs cold. Surely, the night time chill is a good enough excuse.

The redhead walks away with the promise to bring their drinks—waters all around—without a word to Eren, but that gaze has him pulling his long hair out of its bun, hoping to cover whatever he can.

“Eren,” Mikasa says, nudging his foot under the table, “relax.”

“I’m trying,” he says.

Trying to be normal again. That’s what they were going for. Trying to pretend that Eren hasn’t upended his entire schedule, changed jobs, switched all his classes to their evening sections, dropping them when it wasn’t possible. Trying to pretend that his family was okay, that there isn’t something burning within him, something that he hasn’t been able to shake for months now.

Trying to pretend that the smells don’t hurt his nose, that his teeth aren’t too big for his mouth. That he’s not thirsty in the way the water won't fix.

Yeah. Perfectly normal.

He keeps himself busy with the menu and tries to think. Tries to pretend that he doesn’t notice when Armin and Mikasa sneak nervous glances in his direction.

The red-haired waitress is back within a few minutes, and Eren makes a point to not meet her gaze; he instead focuses on her messy pigtails, her short stature, and the movement of her hands as she quickly writes down their orders.

He completely averts his gaze when it’s time for him to make his special request.

“With the lasagna,” he begins, and he feels like his neck is burning, like she’s staring right where his scar is, even though he knows that it’s covered. “Can it be made without garlic? I have… an allergy.”

“Uh… I’ll ask?”

Eren makes the mistake of looking up and catching the funny look she sends his way before she walks back to the kitchen. He drags his hands across his face with a sigh.

“I shouldn’t have let you convince me to do this,” Eren grumbles, glaring at his friends between his fingers.

“We didn’t want you to continue rotting in your bedroom,” Mikasa says.

“When you taste the food, it’ll all be worth it!” Armin adds with a smile, but Eren just sinks down in his chair, sipping at his water with a frown.

They’re silent until the waitress returns with their orders, and the sight of the steaming dishes does allow Eren to perk up for a moment. He pulls himself up to sit up straight, inhaling the steam rising off of his plate of lasagna. He notices when Mikasa and Armin smile at the sight of his actions, and he smiles back at them, grabbing his fork. His nose is still aching and twitching, but he puts it up to being the scent of the restaurant, or probably because of the close proximity to Armin’s shrimp and pesto pasta.

That thought is what makes the instant burn in his mouth such a surprise. He feels it, feels the way the forkful of lasagna seems like its burning through his tongue, like the sauce is acid. And then he hears it, hears the unpleasant sizzle, and it’s his body's instincts that make his teeth feel too big, too long, too sharp in his mouth. He nearly swallows the thing before Armin practically lunges across the table and presses a napkin to Eren’s mouth, reminding him that he needs to spit the thing out, not attempt to digest it.

Eren feels like a kid as he spits into the napkin in Armin’s hand, wincing as that little bite slides across the expanse of his tongue, leaving a burning, painful trail across his taste buds. He coughs and wipes his mouth with his sleeve, startling himself when part of his breath comes out in a puff of smoke. Even with the food out of his mouth, the pain lingers, and he hears the flesh in his mouth sizzling and popping, like his saliva is carbonated.

So much for normal.

Mouth aching, but the immediate danger decidedly passed, he finally looks across the table at his friends. Well, friend, Eren notices with some confusion. Armin has gone back to his seat, staring miserably at the little napkin that he’s folding around the lump of just barely eaten lasagna, but Mikasa is suddenly nowhere to be found. He twists around in his chair, about to scan the room for her and then—

“What part of garlic allergy do you not fucking understand?!”

And like that, he’s found her. She’s cornering the waitress by the door to the kitchen, towering over the red-headed woman. Her hands are clenched into fists, and she’s practically shaking with rage. Eren can’t see her face, but knowing her for as long as he has, he can imagine the glare, the murderous intent in her eyes.

“Sorry,” Eren hears, but it’s Armin’s voice, not the waitress’s. “I… I wanted to… Because I thought it’d be a good idea to let you have something similar to Mrs. Jaeger’s cooking—”

“It’s fine,” Eren says quickly, struggling around his injured tongue and enlarged teeth.

He doesn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Not yet. Not on their failure of a normal night.

So Eren is grateful when Armin falls silent.

Desperate to distract himself—both from the pain and from Armin’s guilty expression as the blond continues to wrap the lasagna lump in napkins like it's a little gift—Eren hurries to his feet and rushes over to where Mikasa is still bullying that poor waitress, though she has at least bothered to lower her voice a bit.

“I swear, I thought I wrote it down—” the waitress begins.

“Well, either you didn’t, or your chef’s a selfish asshole who doesn’t care about his customers.”

Eren watches as the waitress's attitude suddenly shifts, green eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Don’t talk about Levi like that,” she says, her voice low.

“I’ll talk about him like that if he’s the idiot who fucked up my friend’s order,” Mikasa snapped back.

“Mikasa,” Eren warns, reaching out to grab her by the shoulder, to pull her back.

“I said don’t—”

Whatever the waitress was going to say devolves into a screech as the door she was leaning on is abruptly pulled open, sending her toppling to the floor. The man with his hand on the handle looks down at the woman now sprawled on the floor with a frown. His gaze slowly rises to Mikasa and then shifts to Eren. Something instinctual, something he doesn’t quite understand makes Eren straighten up once that gray-blue gaze settles on him.

“What’s going on?” the man asks, his gaze dropping to the waitress again.

“Levi!” she exclaims, “I can explain—”

“One of the two of you nearly killed my friend, even though we specifically told her that he can’t have garlic,” Mikasa snaps, shaking off the hand that Eren forgot he still had placed on her shoulder.

“Nearly killed is a bit of an exaggeration,” Eren says because they’re already making enough of a scene, and he seriously doesn’t know how he’s going to explain that his garlic “allergy” nearly burnt a hole through his tongue.

The man—Levi—wipes his hands on his apron, and Eren takes in his appearance. He’s a short man, black-haired, and despite the situation, Eren is distracted by the fact that the man is also wearing a turtleneck. Eren's grateful that he’s not the only one, that the stupid worry that he was sticking out like a sore thumb because of his clothes was probably just that—a stupid worry.

“Isabel,” Levi says to the waitress, “I don’t remember seeing a note that one of the dishes couldn’t have garlic.”

“I wrote it down, I swear!” Isabel quickly gets to her feet, careful to keep her distance from Mikasa all the while, and then she quickly pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, presumably what she wrote their orders on.

She leans closer to Levi, pointing to a spot on the page that he gazes at impassively.

“Isabel, that’s says ‘no gar.’”

“Yeah,” she replies, frowning up at Levi. “No gar. No garlic.”

Levi heaves a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“You can’t just make up new abbreviations without telling me—”

“I thought it was obvious!”

“Well, clearly it wasn’t. Why didn’t you just write out the whole word?”

“It’s not my fault that—”

Levi silences her with a heavy hand on her head, forcing her to dip her head in apology, and Levi quickly does the same.

“I’m sorry for the actions of my employee,” Levi says, and it’s robotic, rehearsed. Eren wonders how many times the man has had to say these same words.

“It’s okay,” Eren says quickly, taking the chance to step in front of Mikasa and gradually nudge her away from the two restaurant employees. “Sorry about the fuss.”

“How bad was it?” Levi asks suddenly, his head still lowered. “The allergic reaction.”

Eren immediately turns to glare at Mikasa, who grows pale. How the hell is he supposed to explain? He doesn’t have any real allergies. He has no idea what they’re supposed to be like, but he’s eighty percent sure the trouble usually starts after the food’s ingested, not right when it hits a person’s tongue.

“Not too bad,” Eren says after a moment, even though his tongue still feels raw and when he’s not careful he brushes the sensitive flesh with the sharp points of his teeth, which are still too fucking big, goddammit.

“We’re lucky we noticed quickly,” Mikasa pipes up from behind Eren.

“I’ll compensate you,” Levi says, raising his head finally, and Eren doesn’t miss the way Isabel tries to shift her head and get the man to meet her gaze. A silent question that the man seems to pointedly ignore. “Are you old enough to drink?”

The word “drink” makes Eren freeze up, even though he’s sure that the man doesn’t mean it that way. He knows that there’s no way the man would know. But Eren's body goes rigid, and Mikasa’s nervous fingers clutching the back of his sweater don't ease his suspicions. He tries to swallow his nerves, but his tongue is heavy in his mouth and now there’s too much saliva and it just feels like he’s quietly choking.

“Drink…?” he asks hesitantly.

“Are you of age?” Levi asks.

“I-uh, yeah, I’m—” Eren clears his throat, trying to get his mouth to catch up with his mind. “I’m twenty-two. So yes.”

Eren isn’t sure what part of his answer makes Levi raise a thin black eyebrow at him, but he’s just relieved the man was talking about alcohol.

“Head back to your table,” Levi says, and he glances sidelong at Isabel. “I’ll serve you myself.”

The man turns on his heel and marches into the kitchen without another word, and Isabel quickly follows behind him, though she throws a final glare at Mikasa before closing the door behind them. Eren rubs his eyes with his cold palms and barely holds in a frustrated groan.

He’s tired and he’s frustrated, and his injured tongue is not helping his thirst. If anything the pain is activating his body's desire to heal, and it's realizing it has nothing to work with.

“Sorry,” Mikasa mumbles as they walk back to the table.

Eren waves his hand at her dismissively, no longer in the mood. He’s just grateful that the restaurant was practically empty; he has no idea what he would do if there were even more people around to witness that disaster. He wants to go home, but he sits at the table and buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t know what would be more suspicious at this point; staying after Mikasa was so clearly upset, or leaving without getting whatever drink Levi is offering as compensation.

“What just happened?” Armin asks, and Eren reluctantly raises his head out of his hands. “I couldn’t really hear from over here. What are we doing? Are we leaving?”

Mikasa looks at Eren, which makes Armin look at Eren, so Eren stares at the table. He notices that Armin has tidied up their table, piling their utensils and barely touched plates. He’s already laid out cash to pay for the food too. Knowing Armin, he probably already calculated the tip. Eren sucks in a breath. They could probably leave now, with everything prepped for their quick departure like this.

He tentatively presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and immediately flinches from the pain. His mouth is still hot, and although he’s concerned that alcohol might aggravate the injury even more, he would love something to cool his tongue down.

“We’ll wait for the drink,” Eren says, “and then we leave and never come back.”

Armin nods, and Mikasa pulls up a chair, and the three friends wait in tense silence. Levi arrives within a few minutes with a glass of wine that he places in front of Eren.

“I hope it suits your tastes,” Levi said, but his tone is surprisingly cold in comparison to the polite words.

Eren slowly reaches out for the glass, not at all thrilled to have waited just for wine, which he’s never been particularly fond of, but when he feels the cool glass beneath his fingertips, he quickly changes his tune.

As he pulls the drink to his lips, he catches the scent, and he can’t tell if he’s been smelling too many herbs or if the wine really does smell as delicious as Eren thinks it does. He takes a greedy sip without another thought, at first surprised because it’s a bit thicker than he remembers—

He chokes.

Mikasa’s on her feet in a second, and Armin is hurrying to Eren’s side of the table to see what’s wrong, but Eren’s too focused on Levi because he can’t believe—there’s no way that this man, this stranger, has willingly handed Eren a glass of blood.

Levi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move a single muscle in his face, even as Eren stares up at him incredulously.

“You’re not going to finish?” the man asks after a moment of tense silence. “That stuff’s not cheap.”

Levi rolls his wrist, and Eren’s gaze is drawn to the movement, and he notices that there’s something beneath Levi’s sleeve, a lump that circles around the man’s wrist and extends a bit towards his forearm.

Eren’s tongue is cool and his teeth are big and his mouth is dry even though that’s the first drink he’s had in months. He slams the glass down on the table, still half full with blood, and he gets up quickly, not even flinching at the screech of his chair dragging across the tile floors. He tries to wipe at his face with his sleeve but now that delicious smell is just smeared on his face and on his sleeve and Eren wants to down the rest of the blood in the glass but he also wants to vomit the amount that’s already in his stomach.

“Thanks for the food,” he says curtly, pushing past Levi.

For the briefest of moments, Eren thinks he sees the man’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t matter because Eren is grabbing Mikasa by the arm and leading her out, and Armin is following and Eren never wants to set foot in this fucking place ever again.

#Ereri #ereri riren #ereri fanfic #fanfiction #riren fanfic #riren #i'm not sure if'll post more chapters on here or just stick to a03 #we'll see

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sams-sass · 5 years ago

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Cursed pt. 4

GIF not mine

Hello! Here is part four to cursed. Not sure if I am going to make another part, but I definitely will if you like it!

Read Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six Here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Five

Part Six

Summary: Life gets better for you and Sam.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, Cas

Parings: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (more like foreplay), language, discussions of past trauma, fluff, pure fluff.

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You poured the pancake batter onto the griddle, a smile coming across your face as you dropped the chocolate chips on each one. Strong arms came around your waist, Sam’s lips fell onto your neck. You let out a small moan and leaned your head back against his shoulder. Your eyes fell shut and licked your lips. His mouth left open kisses along your neck, moving his flannel you were wearing slightly to gain access to your shoulder.

“Sam! Let me finish breakfast!” You laughed when his hair tickled your skin.

“God baby, I can’t get enough of you.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards his.

“You already had me like 3 times last night!” You playfully swatted at his hands, laughing.

“Never enough.” Sam’s large hand fully encased your face as he planted a loving kiss on your lips. He let you go, and you flipped the pancakes, a smile still on your face. Sam made coffee behind you, thoughts racing through his mind. Dean walked into the kitchen, his robe open and his hair a mess. He walked over to you and ran his hand down your hair, pulling you to him to plant a kiss on your head. You turned towards him and smiled.

“I’m thrilled you’re ok, kid.” He smiled at you and grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb, looking deeply into your eyes. At that moment, you realized how much this whole thing had affected Dean; he also had been scared to lose you. Your heart swelled, and you pulled him to you and wrapped him into a tight hug, your arms closing around his neck. He hugged you back; you heard him breathe in and out heavily before he pulled away. He gave you one last smile and then walked over to grasp Sam by the shoulder and pour himself a cup of coffee. You placed the chocolate chip pancakes onto the table with syrup. The boys settled into their places at the table, and you all ate together.

“Where’s Cas?” You asked, taking a large bite of pancake.

“He’ll be back soon; he went to drop Rowena off at the airport,” Dean responded, finishing off his coffee. You nodded and felt Sam’s hand on your thigh, his thumb moving back and forth over your skin. You smiled at him and let your head fall against his shoulder, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of love. You and Sam cleaned up after breakfast and then retired to your room. Sam sat down on the bed and quickly pulled you into his lap.

“Baby, I can’t. I can still feel it from last night.” You ran your fingers through his hair. His hands were on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. His nose ran up your chest, over your neck, and then into your hair—his lips following the trail. Your breathing quickened, and your eyes closed, your head falling back slightly. “I’m serious, Sam. I’m sore.” You licked your lips and tried to lower your heart rate.

“I know, gorgeous, I don’t need anything right now. I’m just going to take care of you, make you feel good.” He picked you up and laid you down on the bed as his lips fell onto yours and his fingers brushed your cheek, placing a piece of stray hair with the rest. Sam kissed down your body, stripping you of your clothes in his wake. His mouth rolled over you and brought you higher and higher until you snapped and bliss-filled your whole body.

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You and Sam were tangled in each other on the bed; he laid in between your legs with his arms wrapped tightly around you. His head laid on your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair lightly, your skin still buzzing.

“You never told me what you saw.” He said, his voice hesitant.

“Saw when?” You asked him, lifting your head slightly. He, too, lifted his head and rested his chin on your chest; he licked his lips before talking.

“When you…when you crossed over.” He said carefully, avoiding the word he couldn’t say.

“Oh, well, I met my reaper, and he took me through some tough times in my life. He wanted me to question staying, the question of is alive. I refused, and he was just about to take me when Rowena cast me back into my body from the other side.” You answered, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did you see your parents?” Sam moved up your body; his face was level with yours so that you couldn’t look away. You blinked a few times before nodding.

“And my sister, I still miss her so much.” You were getting teary-eyed now, and you swallowed thickly, trying to push down the emotion.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He held you; you buried your face into his chest and let yourself feel the sadness. You two laid there for a while before Sam looked down at you again, his thumbs wiping your tears away.

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You decided that you wanted to go for a walk in the woods with Sam before lunchtime. Sam didn’t let go of your hand the entire time, he held you close to him, and you frequently saw him checking on you out of the corner of his eye. You loved the woods, the sunlight streaming through the thick of the forest. The smell of the earth and flowers. You and Sam shared shy smiles and lingering looks as if you had just started dating. There was a sense of passion that never seemed to fade between the two of you; everything about him filled everything about you. You two walked until you came to a pond. The trees lined the perimeter, creating a perfect border. The water was still under the patches of algae and lily pads. A large boulder sat mostly underwater, a frog perched on top. The soft and grassy earth gave under your shoes as you made your way to the edge of the water. Flowers danced in the light breeze as you stood with your feet almost in the pond, closing your eyes to breathe in the fresh air.

“It’s funny; I miss carrying you around.” He said as his arms snaked around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Feel free to anytime, Winchester.” You laughed, bumping yourself into him slightly and turning your head towards his.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” He said, grabbing both your hands in his large one and pulling them in front of him while he moved you behind him. He knelt slightly and bumped his back against your chest, your hands in front of his face. His hands came around to grab your thighs, and he quickly and effortlessly lifted you onto his back. You were both laughing so hard; you were gasping for air by the time he finally got you situated. You laid your head against his shoulder and kissed his neck before he began the walk home with you.

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Two Months Later

You were in the store grabbing some essentials. You put the milk into your cart and turned towards the cosmetics aisle; you needed somebody to wash and shampoo. You placed your favorites into your cart and walked towards the end of the aisle when something stopped you. What day was it? Your heart rate picked up, and you left your cart in the middle of the aisle, doing the math in your head. Holy shit.

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You were sitting on your bed, legs crossed under you. Sam’s flannel hung loosely over your body; your hands ran nervously over your thighs. Your breathing quickened, and your lips parted as you gulped in the air. You played with your hair, putting it up in a messy bun and quickly ripping it out several times. The timer on your phone went off, and your blood became cold in your veins. You walked into the bathroom and picked up the little stick on the counter. Your lips parted, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a small breath left your lungs. You looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered what your next move was.

Three Days Later

You got the ping on your phone that your package had been delivered. You raced to the front door and grabbed the box before Sam or Dean could see it, running back to your room to rip it open. You held it up and pressed your lips together, your eyes watering. You placed it into a box and wrapped it, trying to stop your hands from shaking the whole time.

Sam opened the box again to check all was good. He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair nervously. He put the box back in his pocket and went into your shared bedroom, just in time to see you shoving something into the closet.

“Hey, is all ok?” He asked, coming to stand closer to you.

“Yeah!” You practically shouted; you had been jumpy the past few days, and Sam was beginning to wonder if you weren’t telling him something.

“Ok, well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” He asked, placing his hands on your biceps, looking into your eyes.

“I actually need to talk to you too.” You said, nodding. Neither one of you could see it on each other, but both of your heart rates skyrocketed.

“You go first.” He said, leading you both to sit on the bed.

“No, it’s ok, you go first.” You licked your lips and hoped Sam didn’t see how hard you were trying to slow your breathing.

“Right, ok.” He ran his hands through his hair again. “Well. Well. I have been thinking, ever since I almost lost you, I can't stop thinking about our future.” He began kneeling in front of you. You connected the dots, and your heart stopped, your lips parted, and you looked deep into Sam’s eyes. “I told you about the first time we met and how I love your freckle. I told you how much you mean to me and that you’re the love of my life. I was wasting time telling you things when I should have asked you; I should have asked you long ago. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me? Make me the luckiest man in the world.” He pulled out a small black velvet box and held it in front of you, opening it for you. The beautiful ring sat perched in the box for your eyes to see.

“Yes. Holy God, Sam! Yes!” You laughed, tears rolling down your face. He took the ring out of the box and took your left hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. You both laughed against each other’s lips as he pulled you against him. He quickly pulled you away from him and looked into your face.

“What did you want to tell me?” He asked; you were in such euphoria that you almost forgot.

“Oh! Right!” You grabbed the box from your closet and sat back down on the bed. “I got you something.” You handed him the box; his eyebrows came together as he took it from your hands. He unwrapped the present and took the lid off; even more, confusion clouded his handsome features as he looked in the box. His large hands lifted the flannel onesie, making it look even smaller. His face opened as realization dawned on him. He looked at you with wide eyes that were swimming with unshed tears.

“Really?” He asked you, his eyes moving down to your stomach and then back up to your face.

“Yes. Really.” You nodded and leaned in closer to him, smiling at him.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” He shouted and jumped to his feet, lifting you with him. He spun you slightly and rained kisses all over your face. He put you back onto your feet and took your face in his hands, and kissed you with so much passion it pulled all the air out of your lungs. He looked into your face, and you looked right back into his—happiness filling both of you to the brim.

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The two of you were holding hands when you walked into the library. Dean was sitting at one of the tables, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Cas sat next to him, also holding a glass of whiskey.

“Hey, you two. What’s got you so happy?” Dean asked, looking between you and Sam. You glanced up at Sam as he looked down at you, both of you smiling.

“We’re engaged!” You said happily, holding up your hand for Dean and Cas to see. Dean shot up from his chair and took your hand in his, looking at the ring sitting on your finger.

“Holy shit! Yes!” He grabbed you into his arms and hugged you close to your chest. “This calls for a celebration!” He laughed, looking over at Cas as he came to stand next to Dean. Cas also pulled you into a hug before looking happily between you and Sam. Dean poured two more glasses of whiskey and handed one to each of you and Sam. You looked at yours, poured the contents into Sam’s glass, and placed your glass onto the table. Dean and Cas looked at you with confusion on their faces.

“Right, uh well, one more thing uh…I- I’m pregnant.” You finally said the words out loud, and a flutter filled your body. Dean stopped dead in his tracks; his glass half raised to his lips. Cas looked at Sam and then looked at you again.

“Y/N. I- wow- what a freaking Wednesday!” Dean took control of himself and once again grabbed you into his arms. You were all laughing and hugging as Dean and Cas took turns congratulating both you and Sam. The four of you spent the night talking and planning a wedding with all the works. You laid your head against Sam’s chest and closed your eyes to take in a deep breath. Everything you ever wanted was coming true. You laid a hand on your stomach, feeling Sam’s hand come over yours as his eyes watered slightly.

“I love you.” You said, rolling your head back to look into his face.

“I love you too; I am so excited to spend my life with you and have this beautiful baby. I hope it’s a girl, and I hope she’s just like you.” You both laughed slightly. You looked around at these amazing men and just knew this was going to be the luckiest kid in the world.

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Blinded Ch.15

A/N- this one is shorter then the rest but it’s because I felt like this chapter needed to end that way :( next chapter should be longer though!! I do hope you liked it :)

Warning- violence, Angst, some fluff

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Takes place during- The Force Awakens

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“Sanitation?!” Your father said in a loud whisper as he pushed Finn back by the collar of his jacket. He then turned to you with his eyebrows furrowed. “You knew this?!”

You shrug your shoulders while you fully zip up your parka to keep as much warmth as possible. “I knew that, but I thought he would have..you know gotten a promotion. And if he didn’t, then people can surprise you so it didn’t matter. I trust Finn.” Finn shoots you a smile before your father pushes him back to the wall.

“Then how do you know how to disable the shields?!” Your father asked in bewilderment.

“I don’t. I’m just here to get Rey.”

Your father looks over his shoulder to look at you with the same look in his eyes in many ways telling you that your comment from before was wrong, he then turned back to Finn, letting go of his jacket. “People are counting on us. The galaxy is counting on us.”

“Solo, we’ll figure it out. We’ll use the Force.” Finn said making you cover your mouth to hold in your laugh.

“That’s not how the force works!” Your father exclaimed. He turned to you with a scowl and once he saw you trying to hold in a laugh he groaned. Chewie then growled complaining he was cold, only getting your father more annoyed. “Oh really, you’re cold?!

You composed yourself and shot your dad a knowing smile. “I can do it.”

“Phasma. Miss me?” You come out from the corner you were hiding and came face to face with Phasma. “It’s been a while.” When you used to be part of the first order you didn’t really talk to Phasma that much but you knew of her and her reputation in the first order; and you knew that she knew of you too.

Igniting your white lightsaber you bring it close to her neck, whilst using the force to keep her from moving away or try anything.

“Traitorous snake!” She hissed making you sigh before pulling her off the floor and taking her to where you needed to go while Finn taunted her, revealing his new name and the fact that he had the higher ground at the moment.

“Can’t you the force to make her do it?” Your father asked you making you shake your head in disagreement.

“No, some individuals are stronger minded so mind tricking won’t work. And unfortunately for us she’s one of those...but we can use other methods to get her to do it.” You give Finn the ‘ok’ making him threaten Phasma with a blaster to disable the shields.

You keep looking over your shoulder towards the door, afraid that at any moment stormtroopers could burst through the door or for...Kylo to walk in. When you had entered this snowy planet you had felt his presence and you knew he felt yours and mostly likely your fathers too, so that made you extremely cautious. You had to keep your guard up at all times knowing that at any moment he could appear. But walking among the familiarity of these halls made it hard to do so.

This was the first time you had been inside a first order location since you had escaped and you had no plans on returning but that obviously didn’t work out. Being here just brought memories you had been trying to keep buried, but the longer you were here the more memories resurfaced.

Once you hear the beeping signifying that the shields were down you pull your attention back to the room. Immediately rolling your eyes at Phasma’s threats only making your father ask about a garbage chute to push her in, and that making you get a better idea on how to get rid of her.

“Trash compactor?” Your father and you suggest at same time making Finn smile and nod smugly.

“Yeah. There is.”

As you turn the corner you all come to a halting stop as a girl almost runs into you. Without a second thought and out of pure instinct you ignite your lightsabers. Her eyes go wide at the sight of the two threatening blades inches from her face also making her raise her blaster to aiming at you.

“No! No! That’s Rey! That’s Rey!” Finn warns with worry in his tone.

“I’m sorry!” You tell her with apologetic eyes as you deactivate your lightsabers and lower your arms down.

“It’s fine.” She assures you as she lowers her weapon.

You begin to examine her upon having an immediate weird feeling about her; she’s a stranger to you only have known her by Finn mentioning her and seeing her unconscious in your brothers arms; but as she stood here you felt as if you’ve known her already. She’s a stranger yet at the same it doesn’t seem like she’s one, It’s like you’ve seen her before. You take a couple seconds as you search your feelings finally sensing it. Her force sensitivity.

But why do I feel so connected to her? You question yourself knowing that in order to have a connection with someone you have to build it up with time but this time you immediately felt it. How? Why?

“I’m Rey.” She introduces herself to you making you break away from your stupor. You notice that she also has a confused and weird look upon seeing you, she also felt in a lot of ways connected to you and like she’s known you all her life when in fact you’ve barely met.

“Y/N. Y/N Solo.” You respond with a smile much like the one she had, before she could ask any further questions to you, Finn interrupted with concerning questions regarding her.

“They’re in trouble. We can’t leave. My friends got a bag full of explosives. Let’s use them.” You hear your father say as you look up at the sky with a worried look.

“I’ll find a TIE and help Poe and the rest of the squadron from up there.” You mumble barely audible but something your father caught.

“You sure?” He asked turning to you.

You nod with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be better help up there....I’ll see you all back at base.”

You then hurry and go find a nearby hanger and when you finally run into one you come to a complete stop. Your eyes widen and bright smile erupts through your lips. “YES!” You shout, shooting your hands up in excitement as you run into your TIE silencer, the one you had left when you had made your hasty escape on another fighter.

“I’m so glad to see you! I missed you!” You say to your TIE as if it could respond to you.

You’re surprised and glad that your TIE Silencer was here, half expecting it to be scrapped for parts or given to someone else, but no, it was here and you were happy it was. You had rebuilt that fighter with your own hands so many times. You hastily climb on and can’t erase the happy smile from your face, it’s the only thing you have missed about the first order.

Once you’re starting it up you throw your head up to see the commotion that was beginning to start outside your ship. Stormtroopers begin shooting at your ship to try and stop you, but you’re quick and manage to blast them sending them flying off all over the hanger. Before more can come you finally fly up into the sky immediately having to shoot down a TIE, mostly likely making the other fighters in other TIE’s confused on why one of their own was attacking their own fighters. Before anything could or anyone could shoot you down you punch in a couple buttons and gain access to the resistance comms.

“Miss me?” You announce smugly.

“Solo? Is that you?!” You hear jessika’s familiar voice irrupt through your comm.

“The one and only—wait..scratch that...I’m not the only Solo...here...yeah it’s me, Y/N.” Before you could say anything you pause and swerve an incoming blast before shooting down another TIE, making you aware that they had caught on to you. “I am currently in the only TIE silencer out here so I should stick out like a sore thumb but either way be wary and don’t shoot me down.”

“Copy that Princess, glad to have you in the sky.” You hear Poe’s familiar voice say happily making you practically hear his smile through the comm.

“You know me, couldn’t miss a good fight in the sky.”

You maneuver through the sky trying to shoot down and avoid incoming blasts and TIE’S all while also helping the squadron members to try and avoid them being shot down.

“You got three on your back, and three flying directly towards you, Solo! They must really hate you.” Snap warns making you quickly push down letting the first two TIES crash into one another before the other four follow behind you.

Perfect. You thought with a smirk before pulling up again and turning before doing a spin trick shooting them all down.

“Nice one Solo!” Jessika congratulated you.

You smile wider at her compliment. “Poe Dameron, who? Never heard of him. I’m the best pilot the resistance has seen in this ship.” You joke knowing that had caused laughs from the other pilots.

“Ha, you’re funny. We can test that theory out, Princess.” Poe says smugly.

“Be prepared to lose. It won’t be like last time, this time you’re racing against my silencer. I’ll beat you this—” your words come to a sudden stop and your smile fades, you slowly cut off the comm as you begin to feel this pain.

Theirs dull pain growing on your chest slowly growing more and more intense by the second. You begin to feel an emptiness, a coldness. You feel time slow down and your surroundings blend into darkness, as you saw it and felt it clearly you knew what had happened...he died....your father had died.

You could feel your heart shatter in your chest, their was a mind numbing pain, a pain you’ve never felt before, a pain you thought was impossible to feel.

Your lip began to tremble and the grip on your stirring wheel loosen, you freeze where you sit as you feel your chest tighten with so much emotion until you let it out. “Ahhhhhh! NO! NO! NO!.....Please no!” You shout so loud you swear starkiller base can hear you.

he died...he’s gone. You felt nothing but a void. What hurt the most was not knowing what had happened, knowing that you mostly likely could’ve saved him; But you didn’t, that’s what hurt you the most.

“Y/N! Y/N...”

“Y/N, I already told you why you have to go—”

“No! I don’t want to go!” You interrupt your dad making you cross your arms over your chest and stomp your foot.

“You said you were excited to go with your uncle Luke.”

“Not anymore. Why can’t you come? Why can’t you and mom come with Ben and me?” You pout making your dad sigh loudly.

“Look, we’ll see each other again, I promise you.” He tries to assures you, only making you furrow your eyebrows in anger and turn away from him. “Come on, don’t be mad with me.”

Angry and sad tears slip from your eyes. You had felt joy when you first heard you were going to train with your uncle Luke alongside Ben, but as the day to leave arrived the excitement completely disappeared. The thought of leaving home, leaving your mom, especially your dad hurt you to the core. Your dad and you were close, you loved him with your whole heart just like he did. You two shared a bond; a bond you had overheard him say that he thought he wasnt going to share with you or Ben since he lacked the ability to use the force like your mother. But as time passed you and him bonded; everywhere he went a little girl followed.

He kneeled down to be at your level, lightly grabbing your arms and turned you to face him. “You look just like your mom when you get mad, you know that?” He chuckles at his own comment, he had expected you to laugh but your face expression remained the same. He cups your cheek, wiping the tears from your face and smiling before he pulls out something from his back. Your eyes flicker to the object in his hand realizing that it’s his blaster.

“This is for you, your uncle Lando gave Ben one, I thought it would be fair if I gave you one too....I wanted to give it to you when you were older but I think now is the perfect time.” He explains making your face soften. He grabs your hand and once he places it on your palm, he closes it reassuring your grip on the weapon. “You take this with you everywhere, you might have one of those fancy lightsabers later on but a blaster by your side-”

“Is never a bad idea.” You finish, sniffling as a smile tugged at the corner of your lips making him smile proudly.

“You got it. Everywhere you take this it’s like you’ll have a piece of me with you.”

You can’t help but beam up at him at the sound of his words.

“Theirs that smile I love.” He says as he as places a light kiss your forehead. You then jump and wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“I love you dad.”

“I know.”

“I’m losing you! Y/N! You’ve got pull up! Are you okay?!” The sound of Poe’s urgent voice through the comm pulls you back from your stupor, all you wanted to do now was curl into yourself, cry until you couldn’t no more but you couldn't, you still had to fight this fight.

You slowly reach for the button of the comm, swallowing thickly before coming up with a response.

“...yeah...I’m fine..”

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