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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5!

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 5 synopsis: Miles takes you on a beautiful date at a gorgeous restaurant in downtown Brooklyn.

wc: 3.1k

warnings!: cursing, kissing, violence, awkward teens in love

translations: hola hermosa - hello beautiful, querida - dear, extremadamente bonita - extremely pretty, cariño - honey, amor - love

You were walking down the street on the way to school, it was Monday now and you could hardly wait to see Miles again. You've never looked forward to a weekend more, Zoya offered to take you shopping on Friday after school for an outfit.

You walked into the building and head to your locker and soon enough Zoya and Peter walked up to you. "Finally you guys are going out" Zoya squealed. "Yeah Miles been talking about you like crazy for the last month" Peter admitted. "Really?? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Zoya snapped her head to him. "I wasn't gonna snitch on my guy like that. Plus I knew you would've told n/n" he answered, Zoya rolling her eyes.

You giggled and went back to your locker, eyes landing on Miles making his way over to you. Zoya followed where you were looking and smiled "We'll leave the two of you alone." she said grabbing Peter's hand and walking away.

"Hola hermosa" Miles said coming up to you. "Hey you" you smiled, closing the door. "Lemme walk you to class?" he asked taking your books from your hands. "Oh you don't have to do that." you said about to take them back. "I want to. Let me do things for you, querida" he said turning so the books were out of reach. "Yeah but that textbook is heavy" you sighed. "Not for me remember" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yeah whatever spidey" you whispered the last part.

Later in the day, you invited him and Ganke to sit at your table at lunch. He sat in the middle of you two with Zoya, Maya and Peter on the other side. He was talking about whatever with Peter and Ganke when you felt his thigh touch yours, you smiled internally when he didn't move away. It was silly how excited you got, considering you were sitting on his lap with your tongue in his mouth not two days ago.

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The rest of the week went by like that with him walking you to class, holding your books and small touches here and there. Now that he admitted he was spider-man, you caught on to his 'spidey sense' activating, his random disappearances and thirty minute bathroom breaks.

On Wednesday you got your hair braided, getting black goddess braids. You went home after school on Friday to change into a pair of jeans and a black tube top. You threw your puffer jacket on and grabbed the money your mom left on the counter for you. Zoya met you on your block and you walked to the subway station.

When you got to the mall before you started to shop, you bought a cinnamon pretzel at Aunty Anne's. "Okay you need something that's like sexy but elegant." Zoya said scrolling through dresses until she landed on one. Her mouth hung open picking it out. "Y/n this is literally it this is so it!" You turned around and saw her holding a black sleeveless mini dress with pink lace trimming at the top and the bottom.

"Ohh my god. I need this!" you squealed, practically running to the dressing room. It was a perfect fit, you stood in the mirror admiring the way it hugged your waist and the way it fell at the top of your thighs. You stepped out for a second to let Zoya see it and she squealed. "Oh my god, you look so good bebe!" she shouted grabbing your hands as you squealed.

After purchasing the dress you decided to do some more damage to your wallets and continue shopping, you were already there so might as well. You both buying more clothes, jewelry, and makeup.

It was getting dark, and your mom came to pick the two of you up. You pulled up to her building and she got out kissing you goodbye "I'm so coming over tomorrow to help you get ready. Goodnight Ms. L/n" "Goodnight sweetie!" your mom called out watching her enter the building. "Are you excited for your little date" your mom squealed playfully biting her tongue. "I am! Miles is really really sweet" you said smiling. "He seems like it. I'm so happy for you baby"

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It was six pm and Y/n went to the bathroom and did a thorough skincare routine: rose clay face mask, eyebrow threading, cleansers, lip mask. You got in the shower and shaved until you were practically hairless. When you got out, you mixed baby oil and rose scented body butter and applied it all over your body. When you were getting into your underwear there was a knock on your door, Zoya bursting in.

"Ughh baby's first date. I feel like a proud mom" she exclaimed putting a hand to her face, wiping fake tears. "Oh shut up" you giggled.

She quickly got to work on your hair, tightly pulling your braids back into a strategic messy bun. She laid out edges into a simple slick look. She smiled admiring her work, before getting started on your makeup. Adding the finishing touch of a pink nude gloss she turned your chair to face the mirror. "Oh my god you really got me right!" you exclaimed.

You grabbed your dress and she helped you get into it, avoiding any contact with the makeup on your face. You checked yourself out in the mirror before adding your gold dior necklace with dangling gold earrings and strapped up a pair of black open toed heels. "Okay what perfume for the occasion?" Zoya asked going through your perfumes. You decided on the Coco Mademoiselle parfum you had gotten for your birthday.

"Oh my god you look amazing!" she said grabbing her digital camera and making you pose as she took a bunch of pictures of you. It was 7:44 now and Zoya said her goodbyes. "Goodnight bebe. I hope you have so much fun! Tell me everything." she said leaving the apartment. "Baby you look beautiful" your mom said holding your face. "My little girl growing up, going on dates" her lips in a pout. "Mommy don't cry" you laughed. "I won't I won't! Just let me get some pictures" she said grabbing her phone.

There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before opening it. Miles stood there wearing a black button down shirt with matching black dress pants, a big pu leather jacket and black loafers. He had a bouquet of pink roses and a small white box in his hand and he smelled really really good. "Hi" you greeted, big smile worn on your face. "Hi" he said smiling back at you "You look so so beautiful, querida. Extremadamente bonita" he said checking you out. "Goodnight Ms. L/n" he said realizing your mom was standing behind you in the kitchen. "Hi hun!" she said back, before easing away.

"These are for you, y/n" he handed the flowers to you. "Aww oh Miles you shouldn't have" you pressed your hand to your chest. "And I uh bought this for you" he said handing you the little white box. You smiled and opened it to find a gold locket with a floral engraving. "Oh my god. Miles this is beautiful" you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." he smiled at you. "Help me put it on?" you asked as he turned you around and latched it.

"Mom, we're ready to leave!" you called out, grabbing your purse. "Wait! Let me get a picture of you guys. I've to show Rio." You both laughed as Miles snuck his arm around your waist and you laid your hand on his chest, posing for the picture. "Bye guys! Stay safe and have fun! Miles you better have her back by eleven" your mom said playfully squinting her eyes at him. "Of course Ms L/n" he chuckled.

When you closed the door, Miles interlocked his fingers around yours as you head to the stairs. "This place is really nice. My parents went here on their first date and they took me one time for their anniversary " he told you, helping you ease down the stairs in your heels. "That's so adorable, m'very honored to be taken there" you said squeezing his hand.

You walked to the subway, hurrying as best you could to catch the train. "Here come on my back!" he picked you up effortlessly as he trot down the last set of stairs and into the train, just making it. He put you down carefully as to not make your dress ride up too much. You wrapped your arm around Miles' and wrapped a leg over the other as you found seats by the door.

Getting off at your stop, you and Miles turned the corner to the restaurant. It was near the Brooklyn bridge, string lights lit around the trees in the night. It was definitely upscale and on the more expensive side. He led the way into the building and the inside was even nicer with dim lighting, beautiful decorations, and nice furniture. "Uh Morales, table for two" he told the lady at the front. His dad told him what to do and was actually the one who made the reservation, but you didn't have to know that.

He kept his hand around yours the whole way there and pulled your chair back for you. "Aww you're so sweet" you said resting your jacket on the back of your chair. "I'm glad I could finally take you on a date." he said smiling at you, you smiling back. He finally let go of your hand to take a look at the menu. "You can get anything you want. No budget" he told you. And he meant it, Miles loved doing things for you, especially if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile.

A waiter walked up to your table and pulled out a notepad. "Goodnight, can I get you guys anything to drink? Any appetizers?" she asked. Miles ordered a virgin cocktail while you got a strawberry lemonade. Since you were both ready to order your food anyways you went ahead and did that. He got salmon over rice that was topped with their signature gravy. You got creamy garlic buttered lobster tail with fettuccine pasta.

You and Miles talked while waiting for food. About everything in general and also nothing at all. You talked about what films were good, what books were good, favorite colors, how it was for him to be spider-man and take on such responsibility. You talked about what you would do after high school and where you would go. He opened up about his uncle Aaron's death and you opened up about your father's significant absence throughout most of your life.

When the food came you both rambled about how good it was, spoon feeding each other your meals. You ordered a strawberry cheese cake to share for dessert and asked for the bill. You grabbed your purse to take some money out. "Aye, cariño, you gotta let me do stuff for you" he sighed pushing your hand with the money away. "But Miles that's a lot of money" you whined. "I can handle it ma don't worry" he said giving the waitress his credit card, adding a tip.

You stacked the plates, making your waitress's job easier before grabbing your jacket and purse making your way out. He opened the door for you and you guys began your walk back home. "I had a really good time tonight, Miles" you told him, staring into his eyes. "I did too" he smiled. You both leaned in, pressing your lips against each other, hands held beneath you. He pulled away from the kiss first "Y/n, do you thi-" he cut himself off, tensing up. Just then an explosion broke out, a building catching fire.

Everyone around began freaking out and running around. "Get somewhere safe please, I'm gonna take care of this!" he told you, making you head in the direction everyone was running. He pulled his suit out from out of nowhere and making sure no one saw him he ran over to where the explosion came from. It was then, an oversized mutant gorilla on two legs appeared on a rooftop. "Come get me spider-man! I wanna be the one to finally kill you!" the villain roared.

Everyone halted in their path upon hearing that, looking back. Miles, Spider-man webbed over to it, landing a kick on the side of its face. The gorilla grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. You gasped and covered your mouth watching the scene before you, but Miles got up to strike again. The gorilla threw fists in Miles' direction, him dodging effortlessly. He shot webs at his face to throw it off its balance, falling on its back. He jumped on top of the gorilla before it got up and threw him against a wall.

He quickly got on his feet, throwing a punch at the gorilla. The police arrived at the scene opening fire at the gorilla. Miles used his webs to trip and pull the gorilla to its feet, slamming his head to the pavement. Getting angry, the gorilla sprung to its feet and grabbed Miles, pounding him into the ground. He then picked him up with his enlarged gorilla hands and choked him out.

You kicked off your heels, looking around you found a dad and his son holding a baseball bat. You grabbed it, quickly yelling a 'sorry!' as you ran to the side of the building where Miles was fighting. You knew it was stupid to get involved in something so dangerous as this but you didn't want Miles to get hurt, or worse. You ran up the fire escape as quickly and quietly as you could, before hoisting yourself up to the very top of the roof trying as hard as you could to not fall right back down.

"I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands you damn bug" it growled. Miles was trying to claw away at his hands to get him off. While it was distracted holding up Miles, you eased up behind them. Bringing the bat back behind you as far as you could, and swung at its head as hard as you could. Its grip loosened around Miles' neck as it looked back at you allowing him to slip out and catch his breath. "Ohh what's this" it chuckled. You swung again as hard as you could before it grabbed your hand lifting you off your feet.

It angered Miles seeing the way he was toying with you. "Hey you big fucking monkey put her down!" he shouted. The gorilla moved closer to the edge and threw you down. You screamed as your distance to the ground rapidly got closer. "Noo!" Miles screamed out running to catch you. He shot a web down around your waist and hauled you back you up. "You okay?" he quickly asked, you nodded. He gently threw you back against a wall, protecting you and getting you out of the way. He jumped up and kicked at the gorilla's face throwing it down.

He quickly wrapped webs around its ankles picking him up with his hands and slamming him down. He threw a web to at the bat that had fallen earlier, taking it in his hand and repeatedly hitting against the gorilla's head. He kept hitting until he saw blood pooling from its nose and it lost consciousness.

He threw the bat and wrapped his webs around and around the gorilla's body tying a tight knot and dangling its body down to the police. They all ran over to grab it and take it in their police cars. "Thank you Spiderman!" one of them called out. The people on the street shouted out cheers and thank yous. "Anytime!" he called back down.

He turned around and you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and covered his face in your neck. He quickly pulled away to look at you "Why did you do that? You could have really gotten hurt" he scolded. Tears welled up in your eyes "I just didn't want you to get hurt. You could've died!" you retorted. "You could've died! I don't know what I would've done with myself if that happened." he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms back around you, you crying lightly into his shoulder.

"Y/n" "Hm?" you mumbled. He lifted your head off him and pulled off his mask. "Do you think um...Do you think...Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he quickly blurted the last bit. You breathed out and smiled watching his eyes. You held his face in your hands "God I thought you'd never ask" you smiled, smashing your lips into his. Your lips moved in sync, him using an arm to bring you closer and deepen the kiss. He smiled against your lips "Is that a yes?" "Of course it's a yes" you giggled.

"You might wanna change out of that. I've gotta go give that guy his bat back...and get my shoes" you told him. "Yeah okay, I'll be right down" he gently put you down on the ground and you rushed over to the man. "Here you go, really I'm sorry about the...blood" you told him. "No problem...I saw you take these off, so here you go" he hand you your heels. "Oh my god thank you. Have a good night."

You looked around for Miles, when he tapped your shoulder, back in his dinner clothes. "Hey..girlfriend" he smiled. "Hello boyfriend" you smiled back, him giving you a peck on the lips.

You were now standing in front of your apartment door saying your goodbyes to Miles. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said taking your hand in his. "Yes, I'm alright" you giggled. "Just glad you were there to protect me spiderboy" you joked. "Goodnight, amor" he said wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight" you said taking his lips on yours. "I really like doing this" he giggled. "Me too" you said kissing him again.

Just then the door opened, and your mom appeared. "Oh!" she yelped, the two of you quickly moving away. "Don't pretend I didn't just see what I just saw" she laughed. "Hey Miles, thank you for getting her home safe." she smiled at him, hugging your shoulder. "Of course, goodnight Ms L/n" he said "Goodnight Y/n" he smiled, walking away.

You entered the apartment behind your mom, you really had a lot to tell her.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 #miles morales x you #spider man x reader

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ailendolin · 3 months ago

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Live Reaction to TRoP 2x02

Spoilers for 2x02 under the cut

oh we're off to a good start with evil spreading through the lands of Middle-Earth straight to Khazad-Dûm

I'm still so in love with the mirrors. Using them to light up the realm always reminds me of The Mummy

my favourite power couple is back and I love them so much

Disa sensing the rockfall is so cool

fuck the light is gone. Moria is darkening. Fuck no

oh shit, is this the scene from the trailer where Celebrimbor gets impaled against a tree by roots?

damn he's becoming one of the tree memorials and the symbolism of that, I can't. This is not good

oh more handsome elves. Commander of the East and West my beloveds. And Commander of the South, you look fierce and I love you already

"Celebrimbor and the secrets of his craft are safe." The fuck they are, Gil-galad. Those words will come to bite you in the arse and Celebrimbor will suffer for it

also Galadriel being cryptic again and not speaking plainly, I swear she does not learn

where is Elrond for I much desire to see him

"... waters running dry." That's the rivers you just mentioned shielding Eregion, Gil-galad. Wake up and get Celebrimbor out of there for fuck's sake

also gentle reminder, Halbrand has also gained Celebrimbor's trust in case we've all forgotten that. He's even more susceptible because no one bothers to tell him anything and he has no idea what's going on. Let's stop worrying about Galadriel and start worrying about our favourite smith, okay?

lol the way Galadriel still calls him Halbrand and Gil-galad will have none of it. Glad he's got some common sense left

"Supposing I was not alone." Don't you dare drag Elrond into this, babygirl, don't you fucking dare

Celebrimbor denying Sauron entry - yesssss!

but it's not because of the message of warning, but because he promised Galadriel. This is not good. This is very not good

"Messengers from Lindon shall arrive with news any day." No they won't. Dammit

epic riding scene is epic

I see Ciaran Hinds has exchanged the terrors of the Arctic for the deserts of Rhun (seriously though, I have loved him since HBO's Rome and am always happy to see him - now I also need Tobias Menzies to be cast)

loving the moth magic

I'm taking it back. It's that crazy magic lady from s1 (though I do love that her cloak looks like moth wings from behind)

what was that growling noise?

no no no, we're not slaughtering any halflings here, I forbid it

"No one can give you a name." That's a very powerful message

I love the harfoots' ability to hide in a matter of second and I'm glad we're seeing more of it

oh no, I've just realised Moria darkening means the tree in Durin and Disa's home will probably be dying. Nooooo

yes, Disa, you tell them not to trash talk your husband and adopted son

NARVI

oh no the stone singing is no longer working wtf

this is what's going to make them susceptible to Sauron, right? Their desperation to save their realm. Fuck

Disa being the voice of reason. I love her. I met Sophia last year (and Owain as well) and she shines just as beautifully as her character does

oh I feel those blisters, Durin. I got one on my thumb on a dig in Poland once and made the mistake of washing my hands after it had opened. I think I jumped three feet into the air in pain (and then proceeded to shower with my hand held above my head for a week afterwards because fuck those things hurt)

"Climb off your high peak" - I love that! Very fitting for the dwarves

and yep, here's Galadriel dragging Elrond into her mess. I knew it

not Elrond thinking he's no better than a dog - worse yet because he has his own mind and doesn't follow orders blindly. My boy has been disappointed by everyone around him and is seeking solace in shipcraft and I am not okay

"And why would he think that?" Oooooh I love salty Elrond

"And now he's done the same to Gil-galad and every elf in Lindon." I feel like this is poignant and deliberate because Elrond is not an elf. He's a half-elf and this line clearly shows how apart he feels from his people

Elrond holding onto his beliefs even though everyone is against him - someone hug him, please

no Galadriel, don't you guilt-trip him into this. Thank Eru Elrond sees it for what it is.

oh Elrond is not okay. Look at the pain on his face when Galadriel has left. My heart

okay, I see where Cirdan is coming from but why can't even one person tell Elrond that he is right to worry? He does not just fear the power of the rings. He fears Sauron's influence on them, and on Galadriel who bears one of them. What the fuck is he supposed to do if Galadriel goes full on dark queen like Sauron wants her to? He does not have a ring to counter her power, and we have already seen that his words mean nothing to any of the ring bearers.

have I mentioned that I love Poppy? Because I do. She's the best and not happy at all about dragging her tall friend through the desert

oh shit that bell ringing is not good

yep that did not take long

lol not me waiting for Imhotep's face to appear in the sandstorm

that new staff did not last long, did it?

no no no, Nori and Poppy can't be blown away wtf

ooooooh Ithildin?

YES ITHILDIN! Are we going to see the creation of the Doors of Moria?

the way Celebrimbor can't stop thinking about Halbrand. Just like Galadriel. Ugh this is so painful to watch

and of course Sauron exploits every weakness of Celebrimbor's because he knows him and knows exactly what chains to yank

Charles Edwards the actor you are. Celebrimbor's emotional reaction is everything

lol Celebrimbor going straight to the (First Age) bottle to celebrate

there will be fics about this, won't there?

no, Celebrimbor, you are not his friend, do you hear me? You are not

aaaaah and here the idea of the Nine gets planted

oh fuck, the silence in the dark tower is scary

ANNATAR

I know everyone was making fun of him having the same face as Halbrand but given how he reveals himself to Celebrimbor it makes so much sense and i love it

"I am your partner." Annatar beginning to seduce his next future ex

but oh how it pains me to hear the "sharer of gift" line

oh Elrond's new tunic is gorgeous

Elrond leading the company? Fuck yes. And of course Galadriel is not happy about it because it always has to be her way or no way

no no no not the dwarves going to Eregion

but also yes because that means Elrond und Durin (and hopefully Disa as well) will reunite and I need that to happen

#trop #trop spoilers #rings of power #the rings of power #rings of power spoilers #rings of power s2 #lin reacts

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jpitha · 2 years ago

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You Can't Be Serious

Here's my entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial

I was the first Human to go through a wormhole.

We had created the wormhole generators to shrink the distance between the stars, to make it so that going beyond our home would take moments, instead of decades or centuries.

I went out beyond the orbit of Jupiter in my small, sturdy ship, and set the coordinates to our first colony world Parvati, more than 15 light-years away. If all went according to plan, I would get there in seconds instead of the current 30 years flight time.

With the flick of a finger, I engaged the generator.

I came to on the ground, on Earth, in a field on a clear summer day. The temperature was perfect, the weather was perfect, the view? Perfect. I felt someone approach me. It looked like a man; tall, red hair, bearded, with kind eyes and a muscular build. He was wearing an outfit so old that it must be from thousands of years ago.

When he was about 2 meters away, he stopped and really looked hard at me. Then, he started laughing.

I sat up. "What's going on?"

Working hard to stop laughing he slowed down to a chuckle and then with just a grin he said "You actually did it! I can't believe you actually did it! He said you would, but I didn't think you were that crazy."

"What?"

"You opened a wormhole. You went through. Well, going through. Technically, you're not out yet."

"But, I'm not on my ship!"

"Aren't you?" He said and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you're dead, and this is the afterlife and your body is on your ship and your soul is up here, talking with me."

"But if I'm dead, it didn't work!"

"Did it? Maybe for some people, this act of frankly violent action against the fabric of spacetime causes your soul to...to...leave for a bit."

"So now what?" I asked.

"Oh, that's up to you entirely. But, you'll see in just a bit." he said cryptically.

And just a suddenly, I was back, in the Parvati system, listening to the radio demanding who I was and how I got there. I explained who I was and what I was doing, and since I had gotten there faster than the message sent from Earth about my attempt, everyone was surprised and amazed.

When I landed they threw me a parade. I had never had a parade thrown for me before. There was an amazing party and we celebrated late into the strange night of their world.

The next day, I told the physicians about what I had seen. They laughed it off, called it pure imagination. I must have dreamed it they said.

After a week, I got back in my ship, heavy with souvenirs and messages for the governments back on Earth. I took off, and after leaving orbit, entered the coordinates to go home.

Once again I flicked the switch and engaged the generator.

"Ah. I see you've made your choice." The old man said.

#flash fiction friday #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #writing #scifi writing #fff187

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cassieuncaged · 11 months ago

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Ghosts - Part 1

A Laurie Strode Character study.

1 of 2

TW: firearms, mentions of death, mentions of murder, PTSD, survivor's guilt, language, etc.

WC: 1.7K

A/N: Never cross posted this to the new blog. I'll do it now since I'm expanding it by a few chapters. Only assuming Halloween 1978 & Halloween 2018 are canon for the purposes of this story.

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2018

Highschool had been filled with promise.

It hadn’t felt that way until now, setting up another trip wire across the back of the sparse yard. The sun was hot, beating down on bare shoulders. Tank tops were a staple when Laurie worked out in the heat; harder to catch without sleeves.

Squatting down in the yellowing grass, old joints were starting to burn from the over exertion. Pushing back a curtain of gray tendrils, hardened eyes scanned across her kingdom. A trash heap, filled with chain link fences and sharp rusted edges of garbage that would surely maim an intruder.

Michael.

There was no one else out there she feared, no one she was convinced deserved her fear. Sam Loomis had agreed with that, seeing the evil deep in those empty and unfeeling eyes. Somewhere between calculating and unhinged. A feral wolf that had escaped its cage and wreaked havoc on an entire town.

Unfolding herself to stand upright, Laurie rolled onto the heals of muddy work boots. Liver spotted hands fell to denim clad hips as her gaze fell to the tree line. Those woods were rigged to the teeth, as far as the property line allotted. There were rumors about Laurie Strode in Haddonfield these days. The crazy hermit that lost her mind, scared her family away…

Who was worse? A man whose mind just snapped or a human who let their brain fall slowly unhinge and eat every ghost story and conspiracy whole?

There was never a thought in her mind that the moon landing didn’t happen or that Paul McCartney had died years earlier and was replaced by a double. That was lunacy. She wasn’t a lunatic. She was scared. The endless offers of true crime tv specials or podcasters that wanted to hear a ‘survivors tale’ didn’t consider that this wasn’t the boogeyman.

Michael Myers was real. And he’d robbed a child of her innocence.

He’d taken her sense of safety, normalcy, promise…

It was all gone now.

Laurie was as much of a ghost as the boogeyman himself now. A piece of brutal Americana that was passed around as local campfire tales that seemed farther and farther and away from reality.

1978

“Have anything special planned tonight?” Mrs. Strode asked with a wry grin, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her daughter. Laurie was preoccupied, running her fingers through a mass of mousy hair. Linda and Annie had said it was too ‘valedictorian’ and that no guy 'in his right mind' would chase her looking like a grandmother.

“No guy’s ever gonna give you the time of day with hair like this .” Linda had grabbed a piece, completely repulsed by it. “God, you look like a crazy cat lady.”

“I dunno. Some guy might like to have something to hang on to.” Annie took another puff of her joint, letting the heady cloud drift out the cracked car window.

“Isn’t that what we have tits for?” Linda added vacuously before both girls laughed raucously.

Laurie hadn’t thought about their bawdiness as much as she did the way they mocked her appearance. Was she really that homely? Dating hadn't much mattered to her was all. Her mother squeezed one shoulder, pulling the girl’s attention back to Earth.

“You alright?” There was maternal worry etched across the older woman’s face.

“Hmm?” Stormy eyes were pulled from the oak tree in the yard, leaves dancing to the ground. Much thought hadn’t been given to the plate of eggs steaming on the table.

“You seem distracted. Are you feeling sick?” The back of one hand was pressed to a furrowed brow as Laurie gently shimmied away from her mother’s grasp.

“I’m okay. Really.” After that, Mrs. Strode seemed pleased. She and her husband bustled around the kitchen as their only child quietly nibbled at toast. There was talk about potential colleges, work, and chores. Goodbyes were exchanged as the remnants of breakfast were left, cardigan shrugged on, books gathered.

“You put in any applications?” Mr. Strode asked pointedly.

“A few. Mostly state schools. My counselor convinced me to apply to Brown.” For a moment, her mind was cleared of the comments of her friends as her parents jittered in excitement. The idea of even being considered for an Ivy League school was a thrilling idea.

Linda and Annie probably would end up at community college if they decided to attend at all.

But Laurie was going places. With her grade point average never dipping below four, the world was being offered to her on a silver platter. There were discussions about studying law or psychiatric medicine. The world was an oyster for a bright young woman.

The sky was the limit.

At least it would be until the end of the night.

2018

Another row of empty bottles and cans were lined up across dead tree stumps and upturned buckets. The mannequins would make decent targets but those were bait. She needed those. Stubbing a cigarette out in an over-flowing ashtray, Laurie swiftly stood and grabbed her rifle.

Target practice. Preparation.

She was a decent shot. Especially for being self-taught. Proficiency was something that had never fallen short for the woman. Wrenching the safety off, the nose of the rifle was aimed first an empty can of soda. Half folded and harder to see, it was the closest emulation there was of a target moving through a tree line after dark.

Unattainable.

Looking through the crosshairs, it was perfectly lined in her sights. A sure finger pulled the trigger, heart leaping as the bullet grazed the edge of the can. Not enough to obliterate it though tinny shards exploded from one side.

Enough to wound not to kill.

Michael Myers had been littered with gunshots once and had survived. Sam Loomis had failed to end their shared nightmare. There wasn’t room for anymore close calls; not with those empty eyes that sought to wreak havoc and destroy. Reloading, she cocked the rifled before moving on to an empty glass bottle. A sure finger pulled the trigger, hammer clacking back as she did. There was an explosion of green, like a cloud of sea glass before tinkling to the ground. A startled squirrel darted out from a nearby bush, skittering up the fattest tree trunk that could be found.

Eyes studied the tree line, scanning for any lonesome critters. She wasn’t a hunter; no innocent blood would be shed. At least not by her. Sucking in a steadying breath, Laurie continued down the makeshift shooting gallery. It doubled as a distraction from the rest of the world.

Inside, the phone rang. It was likely unimportant. Shameless reporters that wanted a shot to interview the lone survivor of the fabled babysitter murders. There was the fleeting thought that it could have been Karen.

Laurie Strode was nothing if not intelligent.

She knew better.

1978

He’d been there, in Haddonfield.

It wasn’t her mind playing tricks anymore. The Boogeyman was real and he’d been watching. Sheriff Brackett hadn’t completely believed the words that practically had to be peeled from a near catatonic tongue. Tears had brimmed dark eyes, the lawman excusing himself every couple minutes to honk a sob into a handkerchief.

Statements still needed to be taken.

Dr. Loomis had milled outside the teenager’s hospital room, the Strode’s and sheriff asking that he be removed after all but shouting his incoherent ramblings. The doctor had threatened to cart the man off to the psychiatric ward if he continued.

Instead, he'd buttoned his lips and stayed quiet. At least for a moment. She preferred it that way. There was a strange camaraderie between the two, especially as the fragments of two separate nights fit together like a puzzle. The old doctor understood. Mr. and Mrs. Strode never would. They’d never understood what it was like to see their friends’ dead bodies displayed macabrely. To run for their lives and keep those kids safe. Tommy and Lindsey were alive. The Doyle’s and Wallace’s had given her parent’s endless thanks for that.

Laurie stared blankly at a new bouquet of flowers that sat in the hospital room. Sunflowers and Gerbera daisies, perfect for autumn. Blue eyes were drawn to the earthy brown pistils, wide and hollow like Annie’s had been. Mouth open in an endless scream.

That had almost been her. She wished it had been her.

Weeks later, when she started talking again, the psychiatrist had called it survivor’s guilt. People always said high school friends didn’t matter. Maybe so, but she didn’t wish them dead. Even with how heartless Annie and Linda could be, death had never been thought of. They were just boy crazy girls with a bookish friend.

Bob was practically a stranger.

But they haunted her dreams, like ghosts. Never nightmares. They were too mundane be nightmares. There’d been a fleeting image that she and Annie shared a Manhattan apartment, Laurie a fledgling playwright living with her actress friend. Linda had been conventionally prettier but the brunette was far more dramatic. It felt realistic, normal even. That was until those sad cow eyes were cast upon her.

“Do you miss me Laurie?” the words had been muffled, ethereal before lucidity pulled her into a dark bedroom. There had been another one where Linda and Bob had married. All scenarios that never would’ve happened if they lived. In fact, her friends never mentioned the future. It was like they were destined to die young.

And leave their meek companion alone.

Laurie didn’t have much of a future either, despite being haunted by the past.

The trajectory had changed now.

2018

Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she had pissed every opportunity away because of fear. It was easy to think that, lying awake in bed. Eyes searched the dark ceilings and the shadows in every corner. Every door was latched.

Was isolation better than death?

Laurie turned onto her side, staring at her phone.

Karen had called. Yet she’d been painfully elusive when her mother attempted to call back a handful of times. Probably a lapse of judgement, a result of Allyson’s goading. They didn’t even invite her to family holidays anymore. Just as well, she didn’t leave the house on most holidays. That’s when humans tended to let their guards down. Vulnerabilities were an impossibility in a life lived so securely.

For a moment, the woman imagined what it would’ve been like if she had gotten into Brown. If her friends hadn’t been slaughtered, if Ben Tramer hadn’t been burned alive, if Michael Myers hadn’t murdered his sister in fifteen years prior.

Karen had always berated her mother for not living.

How could she? Especially when there was so little stopping them all from becoming statistics.

#halloween #fanfiction #laurie strode #michael myers #character study #back story #halloween 2018

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uboat53 · 1 year ago

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Okay, a bunch of things just clicked together in my head and I need to write them out to make sure it all fits together. LONG RANT (TM) time!

INTRODUCTION

All right, as many of you are probably aware, I've been thinking for several years now about conspiracy theories. How people get involved in them, what makes people believe them, and what it takes to get people out of them.

One thing that has always particularly interested me is understanding what kinds of people get into conspiracy theories. After all, the last decade has been an interesting look at a whole bunch of people who seemed otherwise rational suddenly starting to subscribe to all kinds of insane stuff, and I think I've found the key: they were never rational in the first place, they just believed the same thing as rational people did.

Let me back up a bit because there's a few pieces involved in this.

WHAT IS A CONSPIRACY THEORY?

It starts with a podcast I listened to a while back, Jordan Klepper Fingers the Conspiracy. If you haven't listened to it, go do so now (link below). Anyways, there was one episode where he interviews Dr. Elise Wang, a professor of Medieval Literature at CSU Fullerton who has traced several conspiracy theories that date back to that era, and she brilliantly described how conspiracy theories are a narrative rather than a coherent set of information.

"The story is, basically, 'once upon a time we were happy and everything was good and we were in charge and we were safe and then the monsters took hold but no one knew that they had'… and the story goes that 'everything seemed fine because the monsters made sure that this was all kept secret.'"

Source

Once you understand that conspiracy theories are this narrative rather than a set of facts, it becomes clear that this way of understanding the world could actually lead you to fairly rational things as well as the irrational. After all, this narrative could apply to what the tobacco industry did in the late 20th century or what the fossil fuel industry is doing today.

A LIVING EXAMPLE

This gets me to today. I was reading an article about RFK Jr., contrasting his previous work in environmental law with his work these days in anti-vaxx conspiracies. The unstated subtext here is basically "look at this guy who used to believe rational things and now believes crazy things, how could this happen?"

And that's when it struck me, he was never rational. He worked for something that we see as rational, but he didn't do it for rational reasons. If you look carefully at his work and how he talked about it, the EXACT SAME narrative flows through it. "I'm a hero who is fighting to expose the monsters."

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

It means that you can't judge whether someone is rational based on whether they believe in rational things or whether they commit themselves to rational causes. It means that the whole way that we've been judging people's rationality isn't going to work.

In a survey last year, about 10% of Americans express a belief in the Flat Earth conspiracy theory, that NASA did not really land on the moon, or that vaccines implant microchips. Overall, in research from a decade ago, at least half of Americans expressed belief in at least one conspiracy theory.

In other words, there are a ton of people all around you right now who do not consistently approach the world rationally, more than you'd ever suspect just going around day to day. You probably think that a lot of them are rational.

HOW CAN WE TELL?

So that leads to the ultimate question, if we can't tell whether a person is rational based on whether they believe rational things, how can we tell?

I'm still working on this, but I have a basic idea I'd like to put out there. Instead of focusing on specific things a person believes or reasons they give for believing it, focus on the story they're telling. As I mentioned above, conspiracy theories really are a narrative rather than a structure of belief or evidence, so look for that narrative.

When you listen to a person talk about their beliefs, do they focus on how they examined the evidence, developed their own beliefs, and put it together with their goals and morality into a coherent whole, or do they tell a story of heroism against hidden monsters?

CONCLUSION

More and more I feel like we're missing the forest for the trees when we think about rationality and conspiracy theories. There are people who we believe in all the things we do who came to them through the same methods that breed conspiracy theories. These people don't "go off the deep end", they were always there but we missed it because we didn't understand the story they were telling us about how they got to where we were.

Ultimately, we have to stop thinking of conspiracy theories as existing in isolation or being based on bad readings of evidence. They're a narrative of monsters and heroes, a narrative that can lead to dangerous conspiracy theories but can also lead to all kinds of otherwise standard political beliefs.

If we're going to combat the current wave of conspiracy theories and their believers, I think we need to get better at recognizing the people who are predisposed to believe in them and addressing the narrative that leads them there instead of playing whack-a-mole with an ever-shifting facade of justifications.

As I said, this just hit me today, so I'm still working it out myself. If anyone has any thoughts or ideas that could add to this, I'd love to hear them.

#politics #us politics #rfk jr #conspiracy theories #jordan klepper fingers the conspiracy #dr elise wang #long rant (tm)

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simp-for-marvel-woman · 1 year ago

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Sorry, I am bothering you well with Grammer.

It was a morning like every other since Luna landed on Earth. I woke up to go work out, take a shower, and ate breakfast until Luna got a call from Fury saying to come to Avengers Tower to meet them

Luna has been waiting for this day for so long and now that it's come she's so excited as she makes her way to the tower she starts to get nervous and thinks 'What if they don't like me' 'What if they think I'm weird?' Great, now I'm nervous she says to herself

She was worrying so much she didn't even realize she was at the front desk of the compound "Oh hi can I help you?" Ask the receptionist "Yes I am Luna Moon. Nick Fury called me and told me to come here. " The receptionist looks at Luna and smiles."Of course, Miss Moon Director Fury said you were coming"

After the receptionist who Luna learned her name was Susan told her that she led Luna to the meeting room and told her to wait and that everyone will be there soon when Susan left Luna sat down and her nerves began to calm down

About 5 minutes later Nick Fury walked in with the Avengers and they all stared at Luna while Luna just gave a shy smile once everyone was sitting down fury started speaking "Avengers you're probably wondering why I brought your here and who this girl is" they all nodded and looked at Luna "well this is Luna Moon and she will be your recruit I think she can say the rest" when he was done talking he looked at Luna and nodded

Luna stood up "Hi everyone as nic-i mean director Fury said am Luna and I will be your recruit so here are some things about me am not from Earth am from a planet called Galaxia and am 2500 years old" They all looked at her like she was crazy "I know you're all wondering 'how is she that old she looks like she is in her 20s' well my people the galaxies are immortal so we stop aging when were about 20," she said and the all nodded along "Am also a goddess the goddess of life and my powers are to bring people back from the dead and to control the multiverse"

After Luna finished introducing herself the Avengers started to introduce themselves and say hi then wanda says "That's so cool Luna could you show us a demonstration of your powers" "Um sure but you either have to kill someone or I can show you how I control the multiverse but controlling the multiverse is quite hard" said Luna "ok thanks I guess the first one" said wanda "ok I need a volunteer to be killed so I can bring them back" they all looked at each other unsure "I'll do it" Natasha said

"Ok Natasha who gonna kill you," Luna said until she heard a gunshot and looked at Natasha to see she shot herself in the head everyone looked surprised "ok that works too" Luna went up to Natasha's lifeless body and kneeled next to her putting her hands on her temple and leaning in but before she did " oh ya I forgot to tell you guys I have to kiss you to bring you back"

After saying that she leaned down and kissed Natasha for a few seconds as she was kissing her the gunshot in her head healed once Luna stopped kissing Natasha she gasped for breath coming back to life "What just happened" Natasha asked confused licking her lips "and who do my lips taste like mango" Luna looked at her and giggled "I can answer both of those questions" Luna said " what just happened is I just brought you back to life and your lips taste like mango because that the flavor of chapstick am using"

Natasha still looked confused "I had to kiss you to bring you back to life" Luna explains "Oh," Natasha says blushing and looking down "Am sorry if I made you uncomfortable normally when I tell people I kissed them to bring them back to the life they get happy but normally those people are also males," Luna said looking a Natasha with worry in her eyes "do females not kiss females on this planet," Luna said tilting her head with a confused face looking at Natasha

"No Luna females do kiss other females here but normally they ask," Nat said "Oh ok I'll remember that for next time," Luna said "ok anyway now that everyone knows Luna can someone show her to her room please," Nick said getting everyone's attention

"I'll do it," said Natasha "ok let's go eat," said Luna once they started walking Luna turned and looked at Nat stopping "Can I call you Natty" Natasha looked at her surprised and blushing "Um sure Luna just don't tell anybody" saying that made Luna smile and give nat a big hug not realizing were her hands landed when she gave nat a hug

It made Natasha gasp "Um Luna" "Ya natty," Luna said backing up a bit but still keeping her hands on Natasha "Your hands are on my ass," Natasha said which made Luna look where her hands were and quickly remove them as if Natasha was fire burning her skin

"Am so sorry natty" Luna said while blushing "Here you can put your hands on me" Luna said looking at Nat with worry in her eyes "No Luna you don't need to do that" Nat said making Luna confused "Really on my planet that's what we do?" Luna said while putting Nat's hands on her chest

Natasha looked at where Luna put her hands and started blushing "N-no we don't do that on earth." " Oh ok," Luna said, taking her hands off Nats Natasha, then removed her hand from Luna immediately

"Ok anyway let's go natty I wanna go to my room because am sleepy" (something I forgot to say in the introduction for Luna is she's not the smartest and is sorta a bimbo) After Luna said that Natasha quickly walked Luna to her room

Once they got there Luna invited Nat in to hang out for a bit "Didn't you say you were tired Luna" Natasha said as Luna yawned "Ya but Natty bear your voice helps me relax and I figured we could cuddle since I noticed when I hugged you that your very warm" (see total bimbo completely oblivious to the fact she's telling not to sleep with her)

Once Luna said that Natasha was a complete blushing mess and Luna didn't even realize, "ok Luna, but just till you fall asleep." "ok natty," Luna said while making room in the bed for Nat

Once Natasha layer down Luna immediately layer basically on top of her by burying her head in Natasha's chest and having their legs tangled while Natasha stayed as still as possible Luna then trident to stick her head into Natasha's breast (I cringed writing this like they just met) once she was comfy she easily started falling asleep

Natasha was very conflicted about what to do she could either stay here with a pretty girl on top of her or she could leave and go to her room she chose the first one

After a few minutes, Natasha started to feel something wet on her chest and looked down to see Luna end up sucking on her collarbone in her sleep, which made Natasha blush even harder she already

After her heart calmed down, she was able to start falling asleep, but before she did, she put her arms around Luna and brought her closer until she was eventually asleep

(Wow, that was something. I wasn't even gonna make Luna a bimbo but then I thought, why not? Plus, it will help lead the smut chapters quicker)

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel women #avengers #nick fury #marvel #bimbolife

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i feel like i am going to die. thank you for this it is lighting my brain on fire. this height difference.....girl..........like father like son / like mother-in-law like daughter-in-law, i suppose. only slightly related but finduilas meeting eowyn is just a concept that rotates at low power in my brain. no coherent sentences are present but. its just really good.

finduilas and denethor having music time in their chambers before bed.....i need to go lie face down in the lake. i like to think it was something denethor never neglected, even if he had to then depart back to his duties. perhaps she was more predisposed to singing when she was younger and felt that her illness took that from her, and denethor kind of helped her reclaim it to some extent.

it also makes me think of maglor haunting the shores of middle earth in this context and well i feel a little crazy. do you think sometimes in dol amroth people swear that their lost princess wanders the high towers at night, singing with the voice of a bird. do you think denethor himself had ever heard her sing, and even if he had not, if sometimes he could almost see her walking along the prow, turned to the east, singing with a broken voice. (idk why i'm giving so much bird imagery in connection to her. her and earendil and elwing are maybe getting to me). hmm. sorry about this one. after her death music becomes a rare thing in the house of the steward - faramir plays the harp, perhaps, after his mother's example, but boromir is more inclined to the sorts of songs sung in taverns, and from the steward's rooms there is never song. but he asks pippin to sing for him, when he takes him into his service. perhaps he thinks that at this end of days, he wants this reminder of her.

i love love the idea of their attraction to one another being primarily based on seeing their own strangeness in one another + also just their sheer competence in their respective political domains. not to be ace about it but that taking precedence over physical attraction even when that is still an aspect that is present (or perhaps it being the way in which their relationship started. in a demisexual way even). yeah. also i Will make everything about the insane poly situation that has taken over my brain. denethor 🤝 finduilas 🤝 thorongil: being absolutely bizarrely strange and subsequently really into each other because of it. Yeah...

hhhmmgngngn this is one barrier they can never quite cross...dying again. obviously i knew she was forever drawn back to the sea but i think before it was kind of abstract in my head but the fact that they are literally forever looking both in opposite directions (her to the west towards the sea, him to the east towards mordor) AND that she would yearn for a place where he could never follow...........which neither of them can ever attain but that perhaps she could come closer to.....kind of giving elf/mortal ship lite and i am. aughe. over it. do you think perhaps there is some resentment in denethor, not towards her but towards the whole elven valinor concept - i could see it going either in the direction of 'if anyone deserved that sanctuary it was her' or 'the land that should have been his promised land is now a curse and he can never take her there and so she yearns for something beyond both their reach'

no thoughts head empty for this one regent finduilas only. even in an informal/private way...the image of her on the steward's chair lives permanently in my head but in the case of a gondor that would not accept that i still think. just him deferring to her in private upon the basis of the parts of the political sphere where he knows he is flawed. and she is the only one he would take that from too. (and...after she's gone.....him having hardly anyone he would trust to receive criticism from and it resulting in him kind of. excising his own perception of his own flaws). it's just such an excellent aspect of their relationship that is easy to overlook bc her gentleness is put more forwards in the text.

ack. ACK! is it because he reminds her of arwen or because he sees her fate written before him as if in the very stone under her feet or a little bit of both or. man. that is literally so........thorongil is a guy who WILL kind of unintentionally freak out both of them isn't he. just the concept that to thorongil she is almost already gone and to denethor she is the realest person he has ever had because he cannot bear anything else. what do you even do if you're her. i don't know.

i'm still turning over my reply to your reply to my post re: your finduilas ask (normal sentences) in my head but while that's marinating i am just dropping by to say that its really funny how i said i hadn't thought enough about here and then she refused to vacate my mind for a week straight after that. self fulfilling prophecy. if you have any spare finduilas thoughts (involving denethor or thorongil or both or neither im not picky) laying around i am all ears.

Hmm, more Finduilas thoughts…

She’s a Dúnedain woman, so she’s tall, though you wouldn’t know it standing next to Denethor or Thorongil, maybe about 5'10" to their 6’6”+.

Her singing voice isn’t the best, her illness has damaged her vocal cords, but she can play the harp and several other instruments while Denethor sings, usually in Sindarin or Andunaic.

Growing up she loved the tale of Earendil and Elwing, and it was from this (and her love of the sea) that she took the name Faramir, after one of Earendil’s companions.

She was physically attracted to Denethor, as much as a Dúnedan can be. He was tall, raven haired and beautiful. But they were drawn together far more by their strangeness however, a shared recognition that they are alike because of how unalike they were to all others.

Finduilas is very elvish, she looks west more towards Valinor than Denethor’s visions of Númenor, the sea offers escape rather than destruction. This is one barrier they can never quite cross.

She’s very good with people, PR, image and diplomacy. She’s not afraid to tell Denethor when he has screwed up and needs to have more tact.

She’s quite fond of Thorongil, and like Denethor sees how useful he could be for Gondor, but she always gets the feeling that he looks at her as if she was a ghost.

#this is so good. no apologies necessary i clearly took ten thousand years to reblog this bc my brain is also gelatinous soup #and i wanted to say something interesting bc im obsessed with all of this. responding to your posts always seems to kick me back into gear #after a brain rut. so thank you for that as well #i hope ur camping trip was good and that ur brain reconstitutes soon<3 #no pressure but if you write some of their courtship i will be SO SO SO here for it....#denethorposting #finduilas

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milliedazzledust · 3 years ago

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For The Lover That I Lost: part 2 (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: You and Bucky used to love each other back in the 40's, before the war, before you lost him thinking he died. Now here you are, more than seventy years later, at one of Tony's parties, slow dancing with him. The only catch is that he can't remember he loves you because he has no memories left of you

Part 1 is here

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I wasn't going to but you were a lot to want a part 2, so here it is! I'm not entirely satisfy with my work so I might try to rewrite some parts later - Enjoy :)

It was a rainy day, like many since she had left the Avengers compound. Hidden inside her apartment, she sat by the window watching the sun rise over the streets of Paris. The sky was almost dark, a gloomy atmosphere predicting the storm that would soon disrupt the city in a lighting battle. She had done everything she could to avoid thinking about him, even moved across the world to put as much distance as possible. Yet looking at Montmartre by her window, she wished she could share this moment with him. The saddest part of missing him was the knowledge that he was there, somewhere, on this earth but still remained unreachable. There was a time she would have been angry at fate, at the universe, at herself. She couldn’t find the strength anymore, so she let all those emotions turn into gratitude.

She often pictured her memories of him as little birds. They would come and go freely, bringing with them moments they shared, sometimes even unexpectedly. They would fill her nights with her own movie, playing scenes she had lived once but seen a million times. Yes, birds flying in the open sky, unaware of fate and torment.

That day, she had decided to go to the market. Roaming around the city, she crossed the boulevard near the Seine in silence. Traffic was slow because of the rain. She could already hear the thunder as she walked under the Eiffel Tower to reach the Marché Grenelle. Not a lot of people dared to brave the bad weather and she was glad it wasn’t as crowded as usual. She first bought a bottle of red wine that she securely put in her bag then ventured around. She stopped in front of a small stall displaying colorful choices of fruits. What caught her attention were the plums. She stared fixedly, tilting her head to the side as a wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over her. Just like that, out of the blue, she remembered they were Bucky’s favorite. She almost started crying at the mere sight of it and must have looked like a crazy woman being this emotional over a simple fruit.

She took a deep breath, reaching a shaking hand to grab a couple of them. The salesman wordlessly weighed them out. “ça vous fera 4,50€, Madame” (that’ll be 4,50€ mmam)

She handed him the money, almost in a trance, and took the bag he put them in.

“Merci” She whispered. (thank you)

She kept wandering, looking around without really seeing anything. After a while, she decided to just go back home. This was enough effort for one day, especially under this bad weather. She hurriedly opened her umbrella and started walking, only stopping in front of an old library she had seen before and took the time to look inside. It reminded her a little bit of her home, back in the 1940’s. She felt a warmth in her chest when she saw an old cover of The Hobbit. The first time she read it was with Bucky, right before they left for the war. Two different birds, one for the plums, the other for the book. One sad, the other happy.

Remembering those moments of vivid euphoria were the only comfort that could bring her to smile. Her finger brushed invisible tears and she turned to go, promising herself she would come back to buy a copy of that book. Looking around for the right street sign, she missed the figure standing not twenty feet away from her, waiting to be noticed.

When eventually her eyes landed on him, she stopped dead in her tracks. There he was, right at the corner of her street, drenched and staring directly at her, looking everything like a figment of her delusional imagination.

She dropped her bag, letting its content spill on the ground. She couldn’t trust her own eyes or rely on her own mind. Yet her heart couldn’t stop pounding in her chest, too fast to hear anything else than the blood rushing in her veins and the loud droplets of rain crashing at her feet. She felt on fire, almost afraid she might combust any moment. The simple image of him was a slow and steady match, lighting a flame she had long forgotten deep in the pit of her stomach.

She forced herself to avert her gaze and kneeled to pick up the plums scattered all around her. She was trying hard to slow her heart rate, calm her mind and convince herself it was all in her head. It didn’t stop the shivering, nor the tears on her face.

She dared to look up, only to realize that where Bucky stood only a second ago, there was no one anymore. She cursed, angry at herself for not being in control of her own emotions. A sob managed to escape her lips as she felt her throat closing up. She furiously wiped her eyes and sniffed loudly, the shock had her whole body shivering. The sound of thunder broke in the sky but she couldn’t care less about the weather. Here she was on the ground, soaking wet, tears mixing with the rain, heart so heavy she felt asphyxiated.

And suddenly, it was gone. She saw a shadow over her head, then there were no more droplets crashing over her. She hadn’t noticed the umbrella that laid upside down next to her being picked up. She studied the arm that reached to grab the rest of the plums and her heart stopped right there. Her eyes abruptly widened when she realized that hand wasn’t human. It was made of a metal she would recognize anywhere.

“Bucky?” She called in a question, astonished.

Her body felt cold all of the sudden, on overdrive.

“Hi, doll” She heard him call back.

Her head snapped up and she met his blue eyes. Her lips started trembling and tears fell on their own accord. Every single part of her ceased to function. She was unable to move and time seemed to slow down as they stared at each other. Her head was trying to catch up to a reality she couldn’t grasp or comprehend.

“I’m not dreaming, am I ?” She asked in a breath.

Her heart did a somersault when he chuckled in response. “No, you’re not”

“You promise ?” Her voice sounded so vulnerable.

When his metal hand came in contact with her skin and that she actually felt its coldness, she realized he was real. Her imagination would never have been capable of mimicking the level of comfort that only his touch could provide.

“I promise I’m really here, Y/N”

She closed her eyes, savouring the sound of her name on his lips.

“C’mon, doll” He muttered, holding her waist to help her up. “Let me take you home”

She hung onto his arm, not wanting to let go but also not trusting her legs not to give out. She didn’t question the fact that he knew exactly where to go or that he didn’t react to her sudden outburst. She just followed him. She couldn’t speak, only felt that cold numbness spreading across her head, into her mouth, taking her words away as if her muscles were paralyzed. And even if she could, she wouldn’t know what to say. She couldn’t make sense of his presence at all.

She didn’t notice them reaching the door of her apartment, barely felt his hand leading her inside. She was on auto-pilot, so much that she missed the way he looked at her, worried and cautious. He took her wet coat off, dried her hair with a towel he found nearby and gently led her to a chair.

“You shouldn’t be here” She got her mouth to work again.

“Where else am I supposed to be ?” He replied, leaning onto the doorframe as he watched her closely.

“Away” She whispered. “Far enough”

He snickered and shook his head. “Don’t you think I deserve an explanation ?”

“You caught me off guard” She tried to explain. “I didn’t mean to break down in the middle of the damn street”

“I’m not talking about that, Y/N” He cut her.

She pursed her lips and leaned her head back against the chair, taking an exasperated breath.

“What are you doing here, Bucky ?” She repeated. “How do you know where I live ?”

“I followed you” He simply said.

“Excuse me ?” She was offended.

He shrugged. “Steve wouldn’t tell me where you were, so I trace one of your call, took a plane to Paris and followed you”

Pinching the bridge of her nose to calm herself, she hunched over on her chair.

“You basically stalked me” She crossed her arms.

“That was never my intention” He defended himself. “But you left me with no other choices”

“What is that supposed to mean ?”

“I tried to give you space, like Steve asked me to, but it’s been three months”

She could see he was starting to lose patience but didn’t understand why.

“I had to go”

“Why ?” He demanded.

“You don’t need to know”

“So it is my fault” He guessed.

She stood up abruptly, shaking her head.

“I never said that”

“You suggested it” He rapidly reacted.

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Bucky!”

It all felt like a dream. She had just gone to the market and certainly didn’t expect to see him, break down then fight with him.

“What happened ?” It wasn’t a suggestion or a question. He wouldn’t let her get away without answering.

“I needed a little space” Was all she offered.

“You took a plane to Paris, Y/N. That’s more than a little space” He stopped in his tracks, boring his eyes into hers. “Who were you running away from ?”

“No one!”

“It was me, wasn’t it ?” He almost sounded cynical.

She unconsciously moved to hide behind the kitchen counter, needing the space between them. She busied herself pouring herself a glass of wine while he kept staring at her.

“So what, you were really gonna leave me ?” He finally conceded, putting his hands in his pockets. “Just like that”

“It’s a little more complicated than ‘just like that’” She retorted more violently than she should have as she took a sip of red wine.

“I figured as much” He pressed his lips together.

She arched an eyebrow. She knew he would press the subject but she was far from ready for that confrontation.

“Whatever I did, or said, I’m sorry” He apologized.

“It’s…It wasn’t because of you” She finally admitted. “Not directly”

He crossed his arms. “What do you mean ?”

“I don’t know what more you want me to say” She said, letting an annoyed sigh escape her lips.

He shortened the distance between them and stood on the opposite side of the counter.

“Don’t, please don’t” He shook his head. “I know there is something more than that for you to have been gone for three months just after we danced, Y/N”

“Stop pushing, Buck” She almost begged.

“Why is it so hard to tell me the truth ?”

“You’re not ready” She shouted, lifting her hands in irritation.

“Ready for what exactly ?” He raised his voice. “For the fact that you left with no explanation or for the fact that my own wife can’t even fucking talk to me ?!”

She almost dropped her glass when she heard him.

“What ?” She whispered in a strangled voice, slowly looking up at him. “What d… what did you say ?”

He offered her a lopsided smile, this wasn’t how he wanted the conversation to go.

“You never gave me the chance to remember” He calmly stated. “You just … left”

“What ?” She repeated, dumbfounded. Her eyebrows creased as she stared at him with wide open eyes.

He took a step toward her but she backed away, her whole body shaking.

“Y/N…”

“You said wife” She quickly cut him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I did” He nodded, softly smiling.

She saw him slowly retrieving something from his pocket and nearly broke down when she realized it was her letter.

“I read it” He answered her silent question.

“You know…” She gulped as her vision started to blur. “You know who… I am ?”

He gazed at her with as much emotion as he replied. “I do”

Suddenly, as if her defenses had always only been made of paper, they fell into tiny drops. Before she could draw in the air her body desperately needed, she fell on her knees. He was quick to catch her and soon she melted into his form. His hands folded around her back, drawing her closer. Her body was shaking, the tears couldn’t stop falling. She cried for the missed time they would never have back, cried to release the pain she had kept bottling up for seventy years.

He pulled her head back, wiping her tears with a calloused finger. She kept her eyes closed, savouring even the roughness of his skin. She realized after a while that he was also crying, running his hand through her hair as if he couldn’t quite believe they were finally reunited. Even though she couldn’t find the strength to speak, when he tried to move, she clung onto him for dear life.

“Don’t go yet” She croaked.

His mouth painted a soft smirk and he nodded before folding his arms around her again.

“I don’t need another lifetime, doll” He whispered in her ear. “We’ve still got this one”

“You died” She cried. The sound of her despair was so loud it broke his heart. “You died and I buried you”

“I know”

“You left me!” Even if she tried, she wouldn’t have been able to stop the tears.

“Never intentionally,” He promised.

“I thought…I’d… I’d lost you forever”

“I made a promise to you” He spoke with emotions. “I said I’d always find my way home”

He stared lovingly at her and gently leaned forward. Finally, their lips locked in a sweet kiss that tasted of her tears. He then pecked every inch of her face, trying to remember what his mind couldn’t yet grasp.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you”

She sobbed even harder listening to his words. One of his hands clasped around her lower back and the other stroked her hair to try and calm her down. With each soft touch, more tears fell, tears neither of them wiped away. Every broken piece snapped like brittle glass and felt like shards tearing at her guts. This was aching grief waiting, begging, to be released. She had let it drain her for so long, taking everything she had and more. Years after years, she had watched the world move and change while her heart stayed the same, carrying the heaviness of a past she had never been able to let go off. And here he was again, offering her a life she never thought she would have back. Promising new memories she never thought she would create. Mending a heart she never thought would ever heal.

Nothing would replace what they lost or the pain they had experienced, but simple words written on a piece of paper had been enough to give them the chance to live again, together.

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iamfezcosblunt · 3 years ago

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JACK HARLOW X FEM!READER: FUN TIMES IN LOUISVILLE - PART 1

Author's Notes: Whew we this is the moment y'all have been waiting for I finally had the motivation to finish up my first ever Jack Harlow fanfic post. This took a really long time because I started writing and then I just lost my whole entire motivation. But I had got it back and this is finally done I am happy with how this turned out. I will try to do more Jack content from now on and not be dry with him anymore lmao.

This will become two parts because it is so long. 😭

Also, not me having to do a little research on Louisville for me to get inspiration for this please 😂😭. ANYWAYS, hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!

@harlowscutie: This entire Series is for you. I hope you enjoy this fanfic! <3 :3

Description: You and Jack have both been super busy with work. You and Jack decided to take a week off to go back to his home town Louisville, Kentucky. Jack not only wanted to see his family but also he wanted to spend time with you.

Warning: slight cussing. little smut. Pure fluff and fun! :)

You and Jack have been super busy for the past few months. Jack has been working late at the studio non stop. You on the other hand are n owner of a popular bakery and you have been working at the bakery non stop taking orders and getting cakes catered for big events.

It was morning as you groaned as you rubbed your eyes awake and felt the sun hit your face. You were rubbing your eyes as you yawn and got up out of the bed. You noticed two suitcases sitting in front of the door and you notice Jack scrambling through the closet and quickly packing clothes in the suitcase.

"Jack.... wh- what are you doing?" You asked as you were looking at him confused

"I need a damn break, so I decided to take some weeks off and go back home to Louisville. I think you should call off too mamas." he said as he was trying to close a overpacked suitcase.

"Why do I need to call off?" You asked as you slowly walked over to Jack and helped him close the suitcase.

"Because you are coming with me." He said as he smiled cheekily as he tried to zip up the suitcase

"a- are you sure? I haven't really gotten to meet your parents and I don't think your parents will like me." You said as you looked at him getting nervous at the thought of meeting Jack's parents.

Jack looked at you in reassurance as he hugs you kissing your forehead "Yes, i'm sure mamas. My family would be absolutely crazy not to love you." You then sighed in relief and nodded as you cuddled up to him. You then went and got ready for you flight. A stop to Tennessee and a layover later you guys landed in Jack's hometown and you both were super exhausted. You ended up staying with Jack's family and you loved his family. They were super nice and really down to earth and chill.

"So, Y/N what do you do for a living?" Jack's mom asked as you were all sitting down at the table eating dinner

"Oh I own a bakery and I do cakes and cookies. Speaking of which-" you ran away from the table quickly and you went through your backpack and pulled out a small box of your famous Chocolate Chip cookies and you went back with the box in the hands and everyone looked at the box in awe and you opened it smirking "Dig in!" Jack's family looked in awe as they grabbed a cookie and ate one. "DAMN Y/N these are really good!" Jack's brother Clay said as he took another bite.

"Thanks Clay!" You smiled as you sat back down and finished your food.

After dinner you went to take a much needed shower and you were in you pjs and you put your hair up in a messy bun. You ended up sleeping in Jack's old room and sighed as your head hits the pillow. Jack came in and sighed and laid next you.

"Damn what a day." He said as he turned and looked over at you smiling stroking you face.

"mmm yea." you said as you started to kiss his neck and started to give him hickies. "Shit-" he groaned as he turned you up on top of him and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Ride me." He said wimpering as you slowly began to grind on him giggling teasing him. He began to moan as you kept going feeling him get hard just then you heard a knock at the door and you quickly stopped and looked at the door like a deer in headlights.

"Jack are you ok?" Jack's mom asked as you quickly got on the other side of the bed.

"Yea ma im fine!" Jack said as he looked you nervous and then at the door as you chuckled lightly as you slowly began again he quickly squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth as he tried not to moaned loud.

"Ok honey, goodnight." Jacks mom said as she left. Jack sighed in relief holding on to your waist and looked at you growling.

"You fucking little tease." You giggled and smirked as you got off of him and began to take off your large comfy t shirt leaving you topless and in really short shorts. Jack's mouth went wide as he looks in full blown lust as he began to litter your chest in hickies and you moaned lightly.

"Got imma fuck you so fucking good" Jack then flipped you over on your back and you giggled as you lifted the blanket over the two of you and giggles and moans began to fill the room.

THE NEXT DAY:

The next day you slowly woke up in bliss and heaven. You couldn't get last night out of your head.

"G'morning Jack." You said as you turned to see Jack not in bed. You looked confused and turned towards the nightstand as you notice a note on the night stand. You grabbed the note and opened it as it says:

"Get dressed and meet me outside in 1 hour. I have an amazing day planned for us."

Love you bunny,

Jackman

you quickly got up and dressed in your best outfit and you ran down stairs and you saw Jack standing there in his nice outfit holding roses and having a nice drop top Cadillac parked behind him. You look in pure shock as he chuckled and smiled.

"Jack what is this?" You asked as you looked at him confused but yet intrigued.

"I planned us a picnic at the park, a burbon tasting at one of my favorite spots and to top it all off going to take my lovely girl out to the zoo." Jack said as he hand you the flowers smirking he also had another plan up his sleeve but he wanted to wait to surprise you.

"Oh wow- Jack no one has ever done this for me before." You said gushing as you smelled the flowers and looked at him. You knew this whole entire trip was going to be fun and also get to learn more about Jack as well.

This was only just the beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

#jack harlow #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years ago

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Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core.

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again.

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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soramei · 3 years ago

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Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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oneofthosesimps · 4 years ago

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Freak like Me

pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 6230

summary: as soon as the reader enters levi's life, something changes in him. reader's madness spills over and he slowly changes

warnings: mention of blood (not yours), rough sex, dirtytalk, daddy kink, swearing, dom x dom, fight scene

authors note: although i wanted to write shorter stories again, this one somehow got longer again. i tried my hand at an action scene, but i still have to practice a lot. somehow i had strong harley x joker vibes and they had to come out, sorry.

all credits to the artist of this pic:

Lensar on DeviantArt

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Your gaze falls into the depths of the forest before you close your eyes. Bright rays of sunlight fall through the branches above you and warm your face. You hear birds chirping around you, the crackling of the wood beneath you, the rustling of leaves swirling in a gust of wind. You breathe deeply as your open hair blows back. You hear your heart beating quietly in your chest as the silence embraces you like an old friend. What does freedom mean? What does life mean? You are sure that this is pretty close to the source. The people behind the wall, who go about their lives every day hoping to see the next day, would never get to see this world. Especially not the people you left behind in the underground.

A grin plays around your lips as you hear the hissing far off in the distance. The trees groan behind you under the force with which the hooks bore into their bark. That took a long time, you think to yourself, as ropes speed past you. You hear the chatter and shouts of your comrades in fragments, shattering the silence around you. Blurred faces shoot past you one after the other.

You spread your arms and stretch them away from you. One last deep breath fills your lungs before you hold your breath. Slowly your body falls backwards before you lose your footing beneath you and plunge headlong into the depths. The air hisses loudly past your ears, your body spins around itself. You are weightless, the green blurs around you before your whole body is pressed full force into your harness and you are yanked back up. You hear the gas sweep around you as you fly through the air, trailing the others. Your hooks bore further away into the trunk of a thick, old tree. You take momentum, flying high into the treetops, letting the ropes come back to you. Unsecured, you fall through space. Your body does a backward roll, allowing you to observe the forest floor for a brief moment. The moss nestles around the roots of the trees, single brown leaves cover the forest path, bodies move forward beneath you, you can still see a squirrel quickly making its way to safety before your body returns to its normal position and you dig your hooks into a tree again. You zip between the trees, your cape flying behind you, your face brushing some branches that bore into your tender skin. You hear the pop of a cannon being fired and see red smoke in the sky northwest of you.

Immediately you change direction, sprinting forward, leaving behind other cadets who still haven't processed what is happening. Arriving in a clearing, you find your place on a thick branch high above. Further in the distance, you see the shaking of trees, the earth shaking slightly, making the grass dance on the ground. You hear heavy footsteps, still moving slowly.

The branch below you moves and you look to your right. Silver eyes stare at you from beneath tousled black hair, eyeing your small body.

"You really do have to keep pushing forward." You hear more bodies land on the trees behind you and the wood weighs down slightly. The rest of your squad waits for instruction from your captain.

"I guess this is why I'll never get my own Squad, sir."

You turn your gaze back to the direction the titan is coming at you from and grin.

"What do you think, fifteen seconds?"

"Mmm, more like ten," Levi guesses, and the tremor intensifies. A huge hand grips around a tree trunk, pulling out from between the trees, and big eyes stare at you. Nearly ten-metres high, abnormal.

"Let's see what you can do then, humanity's strongest soldier." He snorts and rolls his eyes before his whole body moves forward with a jerk. He pulls his swords from their holsters and places them close to his body. With an ease and without the titan even noticing him, he cuts a chunk out of his neck. Before Levi even gets back beside you, the giant falls to the ground and starts to steam.

That wasn't even seven. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, the blood on his face slowly disappears and he looks at you. A small smirk curls his lips, "Brat."

You snort and slam your fist against his shoulder.

Special.

That's the word everyone would use to describe your relationship.

Special.

The first time Levi laid his eyes on you, when he saw you among all the new, shitty cadets, his foot hit your stomach area shortly after. You lacked respect and you lacked punctuality and discipline too. Another pile of shit he had to deal with - or work on until it headed home in tears.

The day after that, he hit your face with his fist. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, panting, you looked up at him. Wiping blood from your lips, you grinned at him and looked at him with wide eyes, your pupils exploding. "That's all you got, sir." Just as he was about to grit his teeth and lunge with his foot to beat the living daylights out of you, Hange stopped him. He tore himself away from her and knelt down to you, looking at you with dead eyes, "I'm going to make your fucking life a living hell." Your tongue licked over your lower lip, wiping away the remaining blood and your grin widened, "Try me."

He kept his word, always picking you out, giving you more tasks, making you run round after round, cleaning the whole headquarters, beating up your little body several times, but to his displeasure you did it all flawlessly. Yes, you lacked respect and also punctuality and discipline, but your performance was amazing, almost close to his. And when he finally saw the potential in you that Erwin had been talking about all along, it suddenly stopped - he left you alone, saw you with different eyes. Something changed in him, as if a plug had been pulled. You watched each other across the field during training, in mess hall at dinner, every spare minute your eyes spent on each other and gradually butterflies crept into the pit of your stomach. And you had the feeling that behind the cold silver there was something deep and dark that you wanted to bring to the surface. Your exchanges were still kept to a minimum, however, until there was another bang.

"That's the stupidest plan I've heard in a long time," you snort, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me, brat?" You roll your eyes and stare at him just as coldly as it hits you. The temperature in the room drops noticeably and the others at the table hold their breath. No one dares to say anything. No one would dare say anything. The moonlight from outside shines in, the candles in the room flicker slightly and trace sharp edges on your faces.

"That's the stupidest plan I've heard in a long time," you repeat louder, "Better, sir?"

Levi's eyes blaze and he stares at you. His eyebrows draw together, the corners of his mouth drop. You see Armin open his mouth speechlessly to your right.

Your hairs stand up, the electricity rises and you bite your lower lip, grinning.

"You doubt my plan?" says Levi low and monotone. Jean's hand lands on your shoulder and he grips it, pressing you into your seat to save you from your own stupidity, but it wasn't you who was stupid, it was the whole plan Levi had just explained to you.

"Not only do I doubt it, but I also have a better one," your grin widens as Levi's liquid silver darkens. "Let me fight on the front lines. Mikasa is good, but I'm better".

"For that, you're an incorrigible little bitch who won't listen to my orders".

"Yes, because my plans usually make more sense".

"You're not ready for that. Your cluelessness only makes you run from one titan to another. That statement alone shows me how small your brain is if you're not even aware of it and now shut your mouth."

Jean's grip tightens, but you just push his hand away from you. After your next blink, your heart jumps a tiny bit as you see Levi's annoyed face. He is always good at holding back his anger and it never shows. In fact, he almost never shows any emotion, but you see right through him. He has it bubbling up inside him. Never contradicts him and if he does, the person suffers a thousand deaths afterwards. But between you it is somehow different, tingling. It gives you the greatest pleasure to see him like this and you know, deep inside him, a voice is telling him that he enjoys it too. Others would describe you as crazy and full of the courage to live, but that's what makes it all so appealing.

"Maybe we can find a compromise?" suggests Armin and you see the sweat on his brow as he almost shits himself at the words. You roll your eyes and look back at Levi.

"I thought you wanted to make my life hell. So that's a good start," you remind him of the first words he ever said to you.

"Your plans are bullshit. If I let you keep fighting up front, you'll probably get yourself killed by your insanity, " he growls, almost at his limit. But only almost.

You lean over slightly, look at him, smile slightly, grin, bite your lip again, breathe, "I have a feeling you like this madness, Levi."

He tenses slightly, draws his eyebrows together again as his name passes your lips. Connie coughs and tries to draw attention to himself, but everyone ignores him. It seems like everyone is in a state of shock because you simply addressed him by his first name. Everyone watches spellbound as you literally eye-fuck each other. Do they like the show? Almost at his limit.

"Tch, what did you just call me, brat?" his voice gets louder and his hands form into fists. You lean back in your chair again and look at him, bored.

"Oh, I didn't know you had such bad hearing. Don't you like Levi? That's your name, isn't it? Do you prefer Sir? Or Captain? Or maybe," your eyes looked up at him, burning into him, "Daddy?" At his limit. Pathetic.

A deep dark sound comes from his throat and the others hold their breath again. His whole posture grows stronger and wider. You see the muscles working under his clothes, see veins popping on his hand and you feel butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are black. You all sit like that for a few seconds. You watch his gestures and his face change emotions. Without warning, his right hand hits the table flat, "Fuck off."

The sound cuts through the silence and the weaklings among you flinch. Confused, no one moves, while your eyes do not leave each other's. Armin is about to open his mouth and Jean is about to put his hand on your shoulder again when Levi stands up with a jerk, his chair tipping backwards and hitting the wooden floor with a thud.

"I said fuck off," he roars, looking around with a death glare.

Chairs squeak, footsteps run across the wooden floor, making it creak.

"What have you done now?" whispers Jean in your ear and you give him a look before he walks behind the others and the door closes.

The scene stops again and you stare at Levi. Both hands flat on the table in front of him, leaning on his arms and looking down, he stands there. You can no longer see his eyes as his long black strands fall into his face, but you notice his tense jaw. Your heart leaps again. He was so handsome. Especially when he was angry. Finally, you break the silence.

"Great, now you've scared everyone," you sigh and roll your eyes.

"What are you doing?", Levi hisses back at you, spitting venom and bile, finally raising his head. His eyes blaze again and your core drips.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You know your place, so start acting like it, you piece of shit."

"I wish my place was naked in front of you." Before Levi has taken in what you've said, you stand up, pushing the chair back a little as you do so, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to sleep too. The day was exhausting and I need to rest to be fit for the expedition. So, I can sit my ass off nicely in midfield."

You turn away from him and your heart slips slightly into your pants. Never turn your back on the enemy. "But of course, it makes much more sense for Mikasa to fight in front and me in the back. Makes sense."

You can take two steps as his hand wraps firmly around your wrist. He squeezes too tightly, hurting you, and you grin again.

"Repeat what you said." His voice is so low it sends a shiver down your spine. Your expression changes and, playfully annoyed, you turn to face him.

"Do you mean the part where I explained that I was going to sit my ass off." He growls and you almost groan. The tension was heavy and hot.

"Stop playing games. My patience is running out."

You lick your lower lip again, wetting it before biting down on it. "I know this isn't about the fucking mission," Levi looks at your mouth. You take a step closer to him, looking up at him from below. "I wish my place was naked in front of you, Daddy," you breathe.

In that split second, his lips land on yours. Two forces of nature collide and you almost topple backwards. His arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you against him, and you finally moan. He bites your lower lip hard and you open your mouth in pain. He takes the opportunity to dig his tongue deep between your lips. He presses himself against your body and you slam into the wall behind you. A pain runs through your head as your tongues circle each other, fighting to see who has the upper hand. Your hands go into his hair, reaching deep into his mane, and you pull his head closer to you. Big hands grip your waist and he lifts you up with ease so you can wrap your legs around him. His hands travel under your thighs, squeezing the flesh before he drills them into the fat of your ass. Your teeth collide as you drill your tongue deeper into his mouth, exploring his mouth cavity. He releases the kiss and a thread of spit connects you. You lay your head back and lick over your swollen, sore lips as he places his mouth on your vein, kissing your pulse before licking along it.

"Took you long enough to finally decide to fuck me."

"Shut your mouth, brat," he breathes against your neck before biting into it and sucking on it.

"I swear, if you leave hickeys ..." you groan.

"What then? Are you going to hit me with your little fists?"

"You mean like you did to me all those times? Nah, I'm not an asshole like you. But you probably secretly get off on it."

He bites your neck, just above your pulse, and your head slams back against the wall behind you, making you see stars. He smirks as his nails dig into you and you claw into his shirt. Your panties are completely wet and your juice leaks out of you incessantly. You moan loudly as his teeth dig deeper into your flesh. This was far too good to be true. Your left hand goes into his hair again, you pull at the strands and tear him away from you. He makes a face and you press your lips to his again, biting his lower lip until you taste blood. He gasps and pushes your head away from him, "You're crazy."

You grin broadly at him. "We've been over this," you lick his lower lip apologetically, "and I can see you like it." His gaze is on your face as you wrap your arms around him. "You like crazy, you will stick your dick in crazy." A dark sound escapes him and your nails run over his neck. "You can't even argue with me, you want to fuck this crazy bitch so badly."

His lips land on yours again and you grin against him before moaning into his mouth as he presses you tighter against the wall. His hands leave your ass, skimming up the sides of your waist before moving forward to your chest. Two of his fingers find their way along between the buttons, stroking the sensitive skin. Your belly grows warm with the butterflies inside him. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and run your hand under the fabric of his shirt at the nape of his neck, running it over the muscles of his shoulders and it shakes you with pleasure.

His strong hands grip the fabric of your blouse and without warning, he rips the front apart, sending the buttons flying across the room. You bite your lip as his arms fall around your waist to hold you in place. "You shouldn't have taken your anger out on my blouse," you moan as he kisses the bulge above your right collarbone and licks along it.

"Would you rather I took it out on you?" he murmurs as he bites into that thin skin too, sucking on it and sure to leave a hickey.

"Yes, I don't know you any different."

He continues to lick forward, kissing the ridge at the end of your neck, licking over a mole at the beginning of the mound of your breast. His right hand comes away from your waist, grips your left breast and kneads it. You claw into his shoulders, leaving marks as he pushes the cup off it and you feel his hand skin on skin. Almost painfully, he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and you push your back through, coming to meet him.

"Mmm, you like that?" he murmurs and you can hear his grin.

"I never thought you'd be this good at it," you mock, before you make a grimace and groan. Pain runs through you as he bites down on your nipple and then his lips wrap around it and he sucks on it. The sensation extends to your fingertips and your toes, coursing through your whole body. You close your eyes, savouring and moaning his name as he bites into it again. He sucks harder on it, lifting his head slightly and releasing it with a plop. He circles your nipple with his tongue and licks it slowly and pleasurably. The knot in your stomach tightens and your head is fogged.

"More," you moan into the room. You tug at the piece of fabric covering him and press your core tighter against him.

"Don't be so impatient, idiot."

"I'm not impatient, you're just slow."

He pulls your whole body down a bit, pressing his bulge into your centre. You curse because the fabric between you is annoying and rub against him greedily.

"Slowly then?" he purrs against your ear and comes towards you, rubbing against you too, "I'll keep that in mind." He grips you again and lifts you away from the wall. You let yourself fall against him and moan against his neck, licking it as you continue to try and build pressure.

Shortly after, your bottom touches the table and he releases your weight. You seize the opportunity and do the same to him, yanking him out of his shirt.

"Tch, but I'm venting my anger," he leans over you, capturing your lips again. Immediately your tongues meet. Greedily your fingers touch his body, stroking his soft skin beneath your fingers, feeling individual scars over, which you let your thumb wander. You caress each and every muscle and gape at his well-built body. He surpasses every single one of your fantasies that you imagined while he was training or just cleaning. You follow his muscles down to the V of his pelvis and a deep moan comes over him as you undo the buckle of his belt. His hands also find their way to your trousers, undoing them, and he releases the kiss. He goes to the floor, kneels in front of the table where you are still sitting and looks up at you. Slowly he takes off your boots without taking his eyes off you. You watch him spellbound, a grin falling on your lips again. He pulls at your trouser legs and you lift your bottom, helping a little so that he can brush the fabric off your legs.

His hands run over your feet and you shake yourself slightly before he kisses them.

"Mmm," you moan, "I could see you like this more often, Captain." You bite your lower lip as his hands slide along your legs. Again, and again his lip or tongue hits your skin, caressing it and you are sure you would leave a stain on the neatly cleaned table. At the latest, when his lips lick the insides of your thighs, your hands clasp the edge of the table. You groan and your right hand goes into his hair, claws into it. His hands settle on your legs, pushing them apart, and his warm breath touches your core. He looks at the dark fabric separating his face from your lower lips and licks his lips. How will you taste? There is a distinct stain, your juice colours the fabric a shade blacker and his hard cock presses against his still closed trousers. He draws in the air around him and he groans. You smell so incredibly good, how much he'd like to taste you. How much he would like to fuck you.

When you notice his fingers gently stroking your pussy and he grips the fabric to pull it aside, you moan again and pull on his head.

Painfully he is pulled back and you close your legs.

"What are you doing, idiot?" he gasps in annoyance, his face contorting at the sting.

"I don't feel like playing this time," you murmur, grinning. "My patience is wearing thin," you repeat his words from earlier, "I don't feel like waiting anymore."

You press your toes against his chest and push him backwards. He is slightly off balance, staggers and falls into the chair behind him.

"Unzip your pants already", you stand up and your hands each rest on the back of the chair next to his head, your breasts dangling in his face, "Go ahead".

Completely caught off guard, he undoes the button and then the zip. You grin again and lean forward towards him. Your lips meet his jaw, kissing along it to his ear and you put your mouth to the shell of his ear, "And now you take out your big cock."

He growls slightly and does as you command. Your gaze falls briefly on his hard erection and a shiver comes over you, your butterflies dancing inside you.

"That's much better, isn't it, Daddy?" you see his Adam's apple dangle as he swallows hard and you look into his eyes. You place one leg on each side of his body. Your hands slide from the back of the chair to his shoulders and you claw into them. Still covered with a piece of cloth, you rub your cunt over his hard cock, which presses against it. You moan and he does the same, putting his hands on your waist and squeezing. His eyes close and he puts his head back in his neck, "Do it already."

"Anything my daddy wants," your hand grips the thin fabric and pulls it aside. Drops of your juice hit him, mixing with his precum and you rub it along your slit before gripping his shaft and sliding his thick tip inside you.

Never would you have expected him to be so big. Your walls press tightly against him as he slides inch by inch into you. Your eyebrows draw together because it feels so good. Levi gasps slightly beneath you as you swallow him slowly.

"You're huge," you sigh contentedly as he's fully inside you, and you twitch your walls, his fingers buried deep in the flesh of your waist. His jaw seems tense, but his eyes look at you half-closed. His irises are no longer visible. "God, so fucking huge. We should have done this so much sooner. I think it's tearing me apart," you grin wide and happy as you feel a slight burn.

"If I had known how good you looked doing that, I would have fucked you sooner."

"Yeah, would you have?" you look deep into his eyes as you move upwards, his cock sliding completely out of you and you lower yourself back down onto him, "Do you like the way I ride your cock?" Your movements slowly quicken and you hear the smacking of your cunt as it swallows his cock again and again.

"Do you like the way your thick cock keeps digging deep into me?" He growls out and starts to come towards you. His hips thrust upwards, hitting you hard. As he does, you don't part your gaze for a second and it feels like you can glimpse his soul.

"Do you like the way my cunt milks you?" Levi digs one hand into the fat of your ass, pulling on it and baring his teeth. You dig your nails into his back as he changes the angle and bumps against your G-spot. The sounds of his balls hitting your ass and the mixing of your fluids grow louder. You become incredibly hot and start to sweat.

"Do you like the way I moan your name?" you add a long Levi at the last word and he stares at you like you're a goddess. His goddess.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he murmurs in a dry, heavy voice.

"That you ever thought otherwise hurts my heart." You ram your fingernails deeper into his back and pull at the skin, leaving deep marks.

"I'll never think anything else again," he groans up at you. By now you are no longer riding him. Instead, he holds you in place above him, your feet no longer even touching the ground, and he thrusts into you with a brutality that leaves you breathless. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter and you bite his shoulder to stifle a scream. He fucks you like a madman, pressing his body hard against yours and enjoying the feel of your hard nipples against his chest. He tries to get even deeper, to push against your cervix, but the position is too shitty for that.

"That won't do," he groans, suddenly lifting you up. With his pants at his ankles and you in his arms, he walks back to the table, lays you down on it ungently and buries himself in you again. He grips your legs with his hands, rests them on his shoulders and increases his speed further. He fucks you into the hard wood of the table and puts his head back, moaning your name loudly. He comes so far inside you, you feel pain deep inside you. Such good pain.

"God, your cunt is so tight. I never want to feel anything else ever again." You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Your breath has long left your lungs and your brain can't make anything up. Your little body is concentrating solely on how his fat cock is being pushed into you, how he is tearing your little hole in two and how incredible this feeling is. Because of this, you just mumble something to yourself, which makes him grin, "Suddenly I guess your mouth isn't so big anymore." Again, you try to say something, but it is in vain. Your head is full of fog and all you can think about is how he should thrust harder, even deeper, which is no longer possible, and how he should take you. You want him to ruin you, for everything and everyone. Every night he should do this to you so that you can never stand or sit again. You just want to be his little plaything.

"Good to know I can shut you up like this." His cock hits your G-spot hard and makes you see stars. You moan loudly and reach for something to claw into, but there's nothing. "Alright, I guess silent isn't quite the right word".

He's fucking you so well and you glare at him as he stares at you and you bite your lip, your breathing becoming more uncontrolled and you nod slightly at him to signal how close you are. He grins and you push your back through as he thrusts into you one last time and you explode, screaming his name and losing your grip on the earth.

That was probably the beginning of your death - and probably that of every other - but who knows for sure. The two of you were quite a force on your own, but as a duo you were invincible. Soon, word got out about what had happened. You could have tried to deny it, but it wasn't difficult to guess, since you were ever the only person allowed to disobey Levi and get away alive. Moreover, your loud moans could be heard throughout the building. Everyone should know that you now belong to each other. Your madness spilled over onto him. You had nothing left to lose - except each other and you swore you would only leave this hell together.

"Listen up, shitheads," Levi turns his attention to the people behind you and you follow his gaze, "we're going to do another round and secure the perimeter before we set up camp here for the night."

"Yes, sir," everyone but you shouts in unison and salutes. You roll your eyes.

Your gaze, on the other hand, averts and you direct it to the trees around you. The birdsong has died down and the wind has receded. The branch beneath you sways slightly again as Armin lands on it and turns to talk to Levi. You ignore them both and continue to look around. No wind, but the leaves sway back and forth. You close your eyes and concentrate. Far in the distance you can hear a river making its way through the ground. There is a faint smell of wet moss and it is all so peaceful. Far away you hear the tapping of a woodpecker looking for its food before it suddenly stops. You tear your eyes open and clutch the handles of your equipment. A moment later you see the bird fluttering overhead with a loud bird song. Your eyes fall on Levi and over Armin's shoulder he looks at you. He raises an eyebrow before your typical grin falls to your lips and his expression slips.

You shoot your hooks, which bore into a tree and you fly away. Behind you, you hear the shouting of others and more gas being consumed as you make your way through the forest. You build up speed and zoom past the many trees. You race in the direction from which you just heard the woodpecker. You hear a stomping sound that gets louder and louder the closer you get to it, before you see two huge figures running past you on your left. You didn't expect two, but that only means one more point on your kill scale. Your hands grip the handles of your 3DMG tighter and adrenaline rushes through your bloodstream. You draw in a deep breath through your nose as you suddenly change direction and race towards them. In the distance, you catch sight of your squad and see Levi racing ahead of them after you. He is stronger than you, but you are faster. He has left the squad behind with ease and does not look happy. His rage-filled face makes you feel like you're on fire and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Sorry," you shout loudly to them as you fly through the air and your hook bores into a titan's shoulder. You hear Levi yell your name, but you ignore him. Unfortunately, this distracts the two titans and they notice you. They stop and look around before spotting Levi.

The smaller titan is just under eight metres tall, the other about two metres taller, both of course abnormal. You whirl around the larger one and draw your swords, placing them against your small body, ready for battle. You hiss at his neck, but while he has not yet set his sights on you, the smaller one turns his attention to you and looks at you with wide eyes. He reaches out his hand to you. You curse loudly and drill your hook into a tree above you to get away from him quickly. It is just enough that when he closes his hand, you are not caught in it. Instead, your sole touches his huge finger and you push off against him in addition to putting more land between him and you. On the other side of the field, you see Levi whirling through the air, attracting the little titan's attention. He puts up his swords ready to fight, but you are quicker, get in his way and cut the titan's neck with a smooth slice. The first titan goes down, begins to steam and you are left with the larger one. As you fly through the air, you drill your hooks into his arm and pull yourself towards him. Just before you get on top of him you change direction and fly towards his shoulder. The titan looks around and tries to spot you again, but you are too fast. The next time your hooks hit a tree in the distance. You fly towards his neck, your swords just setting when your ropes suddenly loosen. The titan has lashed out, ripping them out of the tree. You tear open your eyes, more adrenaline finding its way into your bloodstream, your heart pounding against your chest. For the moment, your course is not altered, so your cut glides through him perfectly and he falls slowly to the ground. But you fall with him. You try to drill your hooks back into a tree, but apparently, he has damaged your equipment, so nothing happens. Panic shoots into your head as you get closer and closer to the ground. You close your eyes and brace yourself for impact before you hit the ground. Your air is ripped from your lungs, your body aches under the contact and the wind flies around your ears. You cling to the body against you and rest your head against its neck. Black tea and lemon. As soon as your feet touch ground, he sets you down and pushes you off him. You stagger back and see the faces of the rest of your comrades, who look at you in horror.

"What was that about, you retard?!" snarls Levi at you, and you see his tense jaw and the deep creases on his forehead, his lips pressed hatefully into a line, as he presses his eyebrows together.

"I don't know what you're upset about. I had the situation under control." You pat the dirt off your clothes, hoping he doesn't see your slightly wobbly legs. You take a deep breath and look up at him. That was more action than you planned. To be honest, the situation got out of hand, but you would never admit that - especially not in front of Levi.

"Under control?! You call that under control! You disobeyed my order!" he yells at the whole forest and you see Krista wince.

"I killed them, what more do you want? If you hadn't come, I would have finished faster."

"He almost killed you!"

"Right, almost," you grin at him and undo the straps of your equipment, letting it fall to the floor. It is no longer of any use and simply means more burden that you would have to carry around with you. You kick it lightly and it rattles. Everyone seems shocked, and Levi clenches his hands into fists. You bite your lower lip, "You were there, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm not always, maron!"

"Yeah, and I'm good at taking care of myself in those moments," you stride towards him and place your hands on his tense chest, "Daddy."

You wink at him and the others almost skin it at your words. Eren is probably already thinking about running away before Levi takes his anger out on him. You stroke his shirt and he stares at you. His anger is immeasurable, but you can see something else mingling in his gaze and he relaxes slightly.

"You'll pay for that later," he murmurs and you lick your lips.

"I expected nothing less."

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi heichou #attack on titan #aot #snk #smut

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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise. The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission. Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

________

Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

________

“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?” What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?” He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.

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