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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

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Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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peanut-booi · 3 years ago

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Thank you @lovebillyhargrove for tagging me <3 i’m honored

Let’s go ! :D

1. Do they get together before the mindflayer possessed Billy or after shit goes down (or maybe during😲)?

I like to headcanon that Billy and Steve were together between season 2 and 3 maybe friends with benefits that ended up to lovers, but Billy freaked out about the all falling in love feelings so they've eventually broke up in an emotional argument, and through season 3 they still have feelings for each others but doesn't assume them, they deny them ;~; sooo season 4 reunion, they'll definitely kiss hard, tears and sad giggles because they've missed each other so much q~q

2. Who kisses who first?

I would say Steve, he's romantic and just wants to be in love with someone that he cares for and makes him feel fulfilled, so he shows it. Billy will not assume himself being gay, falling in love with someone like Steve feels impossible so when his feelings are reciprocal it just feels unreal.

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

I don't know what HJ and BJ mean ( edit: now I'm aware of the meaning 👀 ) I would definitely say a party or Billy's camero, their sexual relationship has started softly/slowly with HJ/BJ to see if each other was into it, and maybe for more.

4. Who says 💖 I love you 💖 first?

Like I said, Billy wouldn't feel confident enough to tell Steve. And Steve would not hide his feelings and love thoughts :3

5. Bottom!Steve or bottom!Billy?

I believe in them switching ^^ if it's bottom Steve it would be dominant bottom Steve for me, I don't really like Steve being powerless or seen as a virgin when he's a bottom Soo :3

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

Not at first, they are just friends with benefits so presents are out the table because giving something to someone would mean having feelings for each other. And that’s something Billy wants to avoid unintentionally. They would potentially give each other mix tapes. But if do end up being together, they would give each other little stuff like jewelries, tapes, maybe even do clothes sharing :3

7. Where do they end up living? California, Chicago, Hawkins… idk. Alaska?? Any other location?

Away from Hawkins for sure, maybe California ? at least somewhere where they could be happy, proud of them and enjoy like near ocean to surf or swim :3

8. What are their future jobs?

ah hard question, i’ve remembered someone mentioning Steve as like a nurse or something similar and i like the idea of Steve becoming a caring person, wanting people to feel better and to protect them; If not, maybe a small job in a little shop/market at least feel good where he works. As for Billy, mechanic Billy is always the first choice, it fits him :3 Maybe Lifeguard again ? as a partial job ?

9. Who’s a better cook?

Uhh i don’t know, i feel like Steve will only know the basic meals but he would mostly order food since he lives “ alone “ and with school and all, you don’t want to waste your time cooking big meals for you when no one is here to at least congratulate you :/ Billy knows how to cook basic meals too for Max and him when their parents aren’t home. He maybe knows special meals that his mom was cooking for them or him especially :3

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

Billy Harrington, Billy hates his father so changing his last name for Steve’s one is a way to end the family descendants and annoy his father, which can also annoy Steve dad.

11. What’s Max’s reaction when she hears they’re together?

Confused, she would not believe her eyes or ears x) “ you gotta be joking “ She definitely would not understand how Steve ended up with Billy because he’s gross and quite “ selfish “ with himself you know ? ( admiring himself and being proud of the way he looks ). She’ll probably makes comments everytime she sees them together but deep down she’ll be happy to see Billy slowly changing and being happy, same for Steve even though she’ll be annoyed to see Steve waiting at the front door or trying to enter by the window x)

12. Describe in one sentence Hopper’s reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?

Annoyed, if he doesn’t know that they are together or friends (w/benefits) Hopper will be annoyed and mad to go separate them fighting until he arrives ready to give them a lesson, and find them having a moment 7w7 he goes from annoyed to embarrassed to understanding ( with a bit of annoyment )

13. Does Robin like Billy or does Robin hate Billy?

She’ll be annoyed first, because Billy is the new King of the school and she definitely doesn't like popular guys, being bullies and who are putting themselves under the spots like they were better than anyone. But she will start to understand him, know him and she will like him but still thinks he’s gross, making gross comments about what he’s doing with Steve and comments on Robin about how she should move her ass to go get her crush. Billy will be playful with her but if Robin needs support, advices Billy will be serious about it but add jokes and funny comments to de-stress her :3

14. What about Dustin?

ohh Dustin ?! Just like Max but he still would not accept the fact that Steve fell for someone like Billy Hargrove, sometimes things can go well when they talk about nerd subjects that Steve isn’t into ot interested into, it can end up in big arguments with middle fingers/confused/disapproval looks and sometimes they do agree with each other. But Dustin will be jealous deep down of Steve and Billy being together.

15. Fave harringrove AU?

uhh i don’t know, i like them all in their own way. I love the classic one with Billy surviving or avoiding season 3 :3

16. Billy + Camaro =…?

Love, he likes his car because it represents him, highlights him, translates his personality and it’s probably the only thing that reminds him of good times in California. ( i think he might even been meticulous with it like my brother x) )

I’m tagging @memes-saved-me @ihni if you want to do it and any one who wants to do it ^^”

#harringrove #tag game #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington x billy hargrove #peanut booi

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mell0hi · 4 years ago

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Technoblade x Reader... (Platonic)

Your health is more important.

Techno was currently in his room, sat in front of his computer editing his new video. It’s not like he anticipated it taking this long. However it’d been five hours since he’d started and his friend had arrived at his house two hours ago, and at this point he was too far gone.

But a knock startled him out of focus, and his head whipped around to his door.

“Hey..” a soft voice rang out after he’d taken off his headphones.

“Yeah? Did you need somethin’?” He replied, turning in his chair to look at the owner of the strangely comforting voice.

His best friend stood at his door way with a plate of pasta.

“No, no. Was just coming to ask how much longer you think you’ll be? Because it’s late and I kind of think you should be getting some rest, you know.” His friend looked down and gestured the plate out slightly as if to emphasise it’s existence.

“I can later, I just need to finish this video..” He glanced back at his computer, before fixing his gaze back on his friend.

“You never announced that a video was being uploaded, yeah? So you can afford being a day later than you wanted in order to take care of yourself.”

He sighed.

“I suppose but it’s going to bother me that it’s comin’ out late just because I needed to eat dinner or somethin’.”

“Have you eaten today, at all?”

“Uhh.. I’m gonna be honest, no.”

“That’s not okay, Tech... Come eat this then you can sleep.” They gestured out the plate again in the hopes he’d finally agree this time.

“Y/n...But what about-.”

“It can wait, you can finish it tomorrow, your health is more important than a Minecraft video, dude.”

“Yeah... Alright. Fair enough.” He sighed and stood up, taking the plate and walking into the kitchen.

“You have to learn to take better care of yourself.” They leaned against the counter, watching Techno eat.

“I kinda enjoy havin’ you help me, though.” He shrugged and braced himself before shovelling a load of spinach leaves into his mouth, cringing at the taste.

“I know that.” They laughed slightly, amused at his reaction, “But that’s because you’d probably be dead if I wasn’t here to help you with all your basic necessities.”

He hummed in agreement, chewing on whatever he’d managed to shove into his mouth during the five seconds his friend was talking.

“Stop eating so fast, it’s gross.” They whined, resting their elbows on the counter, head in their hands.

“Shut up, y/n. I haven’t eaten all day, nerd.”

“Don’t call me a nerd, loser.”

“Don’t call me a loser, nerd.” He grinned down at his plate, as if he’d just made the funniest joke known to man, laughing when they shoved his shoulder a little.

“Shut up, oh my god.”

“You know, for bein’ a stereotypical ‘mum friend’ you sure do hate me a lot.” He played with the vegetables on his plate and snickered.

As much as he hates to admit it, he enjoyed their company and was endlessly appreciative of the fact that they always looked out for him, and prepared food for him when he wouldn’t care to himself. He could never thank them enough.

But god, he hated spinach.

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-🪐 this was not as good as I would’ve liked it to be lmao I just wanted to post something because I feel unproductive when I haven’t and it’s been too long since this was requested because I’m lazy LOL

Also there may be typos but I have read through about four times, I am not reading it again lmao

#mcyt headcanon #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #platonic technoblade #technoblade x reader platonic #platonic technoblade x reader #Karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technobladexreader #mcyt dream x reader

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uglypastels · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings // roommate!au

(a/n) I’m sorry @duskholland for coming up with these aus. the good thing about it is, that I have no self control so here it is, the New Girl!roommate!au :) i’m not gonna say it’s great, and also i’v seen like 5 episodes of the show maybe so it’s definitely my own take on the pilot. hope you like it.

word count: 6.3k

warning: swearing, sexual references (the first paragraph is as bad as it gets), dark humour and mentions of murder, sex trafficking - basically reasons why not to move in with strangers you meet off of craigslist. Please be safe and responsible. but it’s all just fluff and humour. Also, possibly some horrible writing cause i couldn’t bother editing this <3

“And when I walked into the bedroom I found him in there, completely naked, with some slut sucking his dick… so basically, that’s why I need a new apartment.” You looked around at the three men in front of you, realising you had zoned out a bit there while telling your story. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“Uhh,” the blonde one, which introduced himself as Harrison earlier, spoke, “Do you have any pets?”

“Oh,” well that was embarrassing, “No, I mean I had a schnauzer when I was younger and I always wanted to get another one but who am I kidding, nothing will ever live up to Mr Snuzzlekins.” For the love of God, shut up! “No, I don’t have any pets.” You felt your entire face heating up. Suddenly you became very aware of a strand of hair that was in front of your face so you pushed it behind your ear

“Mr Snuzzlekins?” The other one, Tom, laughed with a small smile.

“My sister named him,” you lied. You were already embarrassed as it was.

There was a moment of silence where no one knew what to say next, so you decided to break the tension. Awkwardly laughing, you said: “You know, the funny thing is, I didn’t expect you to be… guys.” That was true. When you had been searching through the Craigslist advertisements there had been a lot of applications for housing but you had ignored most of them because they sounded too much like human trafficking scams or some other creeps looking for a way to get a girl. You had particularly found interest in this apartment, not only because of the actual great (and safe looking) location of the building but also because you had thought that the ad was written by a woman. Not that you didn’t think a woman could murder you, but it did bring a bit more security to you to live with someone of your own gender.

Well, as you saw three men sitting in front of you, you had guessed that wrong. They did seem nice enough though. Handsome too. You really hoped they weren’t murderers. They wouldn’t do well in prison… also, your death. Not a favourable outcome in the slightest.

“Why’d you think that?” the third one asked. You had missed his name during the introduction round, but you already felt like you could be good friends with him. His boyish charms made you think he was younger than the other two, though he did have a very small resemblance to Tom. You found it cute how his curls bounced around when he moved his head.

“Well, the ad, it was phrased… very femini-ninely...” That was definitely too many syllables. Could this interview go any worse? No, probably not. But the guys didn’t seem to mind your momentary idiocy.

“Oh, yeah, we had our mum write it for us.” Tom explained, sitting a bit more straight up, “We had been trying to find someone else to live with us ever since our friend Tuwaine moved out, but we kind of suck at advertising ourselves, so yeah-”

“Oh, well that makes sense, yeah.” Their mum wrote it. So they were a family. Brothers? Yeah probably. You didn’t really see how the Harrison guy fit into that since he didn’t look anything like the other two. Shattering blue eyes instead of the warm hazel. Dark blonde hair instead of the reddish-brown. All three had magnificent bone structure that you had to admit, but not in the same way.

“So, what do you guys do?” you decided to ask.

“We’re actors,” Harrison said, pointing at himself and Tom. Since you had no heart palpitating reaction when you first saw them, you could probably safely assume that they were still trying to find their break out role. Harrison pointed at the third of their addition before continuing. “Harry is more of a behind the scenes man, photography and directing, that kind of stuff.”

“That’s… interesting.” You smiled. Were you about to move in with three wannabes? If you were, would it be inevitable that you’d end up paying the rent for all of them because they wouldn’t be able to find gigs? That was a bit harsh. Besides, you could always look for a new place before that happened and move out. And who even said that you could move in, in the first place? “Anything I might have seen you guys in? Or some of your work?” You directed the additional question to...Harry.

Harry. Harrison. Try to remember that.

“I’ve had a few roles on the West End, nothing big yet but once I have a role, it’s at least steady for a bit, you know,” Tom said.

“I’ve mostly been doing headshots for people, so I doubt you’d have seen anything I’ve done.” Harry said. You nodded to his statement.

“And Harrison has been signed with this fashion designer. You might have seen some ads around town.” Modelling. Not another model to live with. You tried not to let your smile fade.

“No, sorry, I don’t think I have. But I’ll be on the lookout.” The grin you put up actually reached your eyes genuinely.

“So what about you?” Harrison was the one to ask, not noticing any change in your demeanour. “What is it that you do?”

“I’m a teacher. I know, not very glamorous or anything- and I might sometimes come home with an abundance of ice-lolly sticks- but it’s good fun and it pays well.” You looked around some more around the apartment. As you focused on the spacious living room of the loft, you wondered how these guys could afford it. Were their rich parents paying for it? Was there secretly asbestos in the walls, making rent not even a problem? Were they going to kill you?

It was a really nice flat. With exposed brick walls and wooden beams at the ceiling, which the guys used cleverly to hang their houseplants from. Even with the large space and the big windows covering the outer walls of the room, it felt very homey. Comfortable.

“I’m sure you already know, but it’s a really great place you guys got.” Compliments always worked, so that was your way to go to ensure you had a roof over your head soon. Feeling a bit more comfortable now, you decided to get up to walk a bit around the room. The reason for that specific action was unknown to you, but you did it.

It had been the first day since your breakup that you had actually made an effort in looking presentable. Hair washed and brushed, you had clothes on that had zero Cheeto dust on it. Of course, since these were guys it probably didn’t even matter to them what you looked like but when you still thought you might be living with other women, you were terrified of being denied because of how you looked or something. That could still happen, but they just didn’t seem like the shallow type. And they had seemed really surprised when you appeared at their front door, as if they didn’t expect a girl to show up either.

All three of them turned their heads as you walked around, following you with their eyes. It was a mix of curiosity and the same fear that you saw in people on competition shows, when they were waiting for the judges’ critique.

You looked out the window to see the view. It was a lovely lookout on the city.

“How come your roommate moved out?” Was it your place to ask? You had no idea. They didn’t seem to mind the question, though.

“He moved in with his girlfriend instead.” Harry was the one to answer. A heart wrenching feeling fell over you. You didn’t know this Tuwaine, or his girlfriend, but a sudden wave of hatred towards them and their happiness overwhelmed you. Why did everyone have to be all happy and in love? It was disgusting. You were sick of it.

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t mind living here.” Somehow you managed to speak out without showing any of your feelings through it. You allowed yourself to walk around to the kitchen island. It was recycled wood with a dark varnish on top, making the light from outside shine on it. You could almost see yourself reflecting in it. Were they this clean or had they no idea how to cook?

“Don’t get me wrong, you seem great, but we don’t really know anything about you yet.” Tom got up and walked up to you. The other two followed his steps. You were now standing on opposite sides of the kitchen island, making you feel as if you were a bartender ready to take their orders.

“There really isn’t much more to tell. I mean, I did just go through a break up, so emotions are uhm… out there. I might be spending the next few weeks watching horrible Hallmark movies, like 4 or 5… a day.” You saw the disgust on Harry’s face and quickly made an attempt at recovery. “But I can do that on my laptop and headphones, so ya know, I’ll be quiet. I’ll be in my room the entire time too, probably, so you might not even notice I’m here.” You tried to sell yourself as un-pathetically as possible. It had come to desperate measures in desperate times. Because, what your (possible) new roommates didn’t know, was that you had already spent the last four weeks looking for a new place, and while there was no luck in that, you had to do with sleeping on the tiny couch of your best friend.

As if he could actually read your mind, Harrison’s next question was: “So, where have you been living the last few days then? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all,” you said, finding large interest in the pattern of the stained wood. Not looking up at the three men, “I’ve been living with my best friend. She’s great but I just don’t think I'm suited for the life she and her supermodel friends have-” Why did you mention the models? Your eyes shot up to Harrison’s. But it was Harry’s and Tom’s that were wide.

“Supermodels?” Tom coughed out. You nodded, having leaned in with your elbows on the table, looking rather unimpressed. The way Tom’s hands grabbed for the sleeves of his roommates did not go unnoticed by you. Before you could say anything, he excused himself and the others and they had disappeared into the corridor. Earlier on they had told you that was the way to the bathroom. They were trying to whisper, but weren’t doing a great job at it. You could hear every word perfectly well.

“What are we thinking, guys?” Tom said, closing the door behind him. When he turned around, Harrison and his brother were rubbing their arms, on the spots where Tom had been a bit too rough on his grip. Harry sat down on the edge of the bathtub, while Harrison decided to remain standing,eventually leaning against the tiled wall. There was a bright light in the small bathroom, but the vintage green tiles made it all look much darker.

“She seems nice.” Harrison spoke up finally. “But I don’t know, she’s obviously a… she. Won’t that be weird?”

“What do you think, Tom?” Harry asked his older brother, who, even though had been the one to pull them into the bathroom, had not planned on saying much. “You’re the one with experience in living with a woman. So try to cancel out those supermodels for a sec.”

“I don’t know,” Tom bit the inside of his cheek. Before he had moved in with his brother and best friend, he had been living with his then girlfriend, Stacey. They had been together for a while until she had decided that maybe, this wasn’t meant to be after all. Unlike you, though, the apartment had been in his name so he had a place to stay, but he just couldn’t get himself to live alone in a place that was intended on being lived in by two people. So, he moved out.

“I mean… every girl is different, so I can’t say shit.”

“I’m really not that bad!” you shouted from the other side of the door, immediately hiding your mouth behind your hands. Now they knew you were listening to their private conversation. The bathroom door opened and Tom’s head popped out. He saw you sitting on the couch.

“Could you- could you hear all of that?” he pointed back into the bathroom. You nodded, still covering your mouth, scared you would say something else embarrassing. But the guys seemed to be just as abashed. One by one they walked out and came to sit on their basically appointed seats on the sofa. Did they have their own claimed seats? Would you need to be prepared to only sit in one spot of the room forever? Shit, they had all the seats with the window view…

“So,” Harry said, “when you said supermodels-” but he never got to finish his sentence because Harrison slapped him across the back of his head. You suppressed a small laugh. It didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, who reciprocated the expression. This, in turn, was missed by you. You only looked in his direction a second later, when the smile had slightly faded already.

“Thanks for saying that whole ‘every girl is different’ thing. Not saying I can’t cook… even if that is going along with the stereotype, but I wouldn’t exactly want to be accepted to live here as a nanny… not that I think you guys can’t take care of yourselves! I mean just look at-” you eyes wandered around them just for a second before coming back on the right track. “- at the apartment. What I mean is- uhh.”

“Guys are dicks?” Harrison suggested.

“Yes! No! No, of course not, well some. But I don’t think you guys are. You seem really nice. I’ve just had… experiences with living with other types of guys and that really was not the planned outcome now that I think about it and I don’t know why I can’t shut up now because I have no idea why I’m telling you all this.”

“Is this Spencer that we’re talking about here?” Tom asked and your eyes shot to his direction, shocking even him. The name had become somewhat of a trigger for you in the last few days. At the last moment, you realised you had actually mentioned his name yourself to them during your introductory story, so that spared you a good bit of humiliation there. You decided to keep quiet. You all did. Great, because this day had not gone awkward enough. Maybe you could sink into the surface of the ground and die there? Then there would be no more reason to find any living space. It would all be over. Yeah, that really didn’t sound too bad even.

“So, do you wanna see your room?” Harrison broke the silence and his words surprised everyone, even him. You took longer than it should have to comprehend what he had just suggested.

“What? Uhh, yes! Yes! Oh my god, that would be fantastic. Thank you.”

“Great,” Harrison clapped his hands on his thighs before getting up. Then he extended one of those hands to you. He led you to the corridor opposite the bathroom, the third door on the left. The door had some scraped paint residue on it and you could see a poor attempt was made at pulling off the scotch tape that held up posters on it or something? It opened up to a room. It wasn’t big or small. The wall color was a nice beige, a bit of a sandy, almost peachy color. You could definitely work with it.

The guys let you take it in, but also took that moment to give each other death glares, most of them directed at Harrison.

“What exactly were you thinking?” Tom asked him, this time properly whispering. For extra measure he extended his neck to look into the hallway to see if you were walking out of the room again.

“Actually, I was thinking about how you had showed up at my door at 2 am when Stacey dumped you.”

“She didn’t dump me. No one was dumped.” Tom denied like always.

“No, you were definitely dumped, mate.” Harry said, not even making an attempt at hiding the amusement in his voice.

“Anyway,” Harrison ignored the interaction between brothers, “I thought of you and how miserable you were then. She’s probably going through that same thing.” If not worse, he wanted to add, but he also didn’t want to edge Tom’s ego any further. “So, let’s give her a chance.”

Tom still didn’t seem to be entirely sure. He raised his eyebrow, thinking. He looked once more at the corridor, expecting you to walk out any moment, but you still were in the room. What were you even doing there? The place was entirely empty.

“Fine,” he gave in, “but if she turns out to be completely psychotic, you’re kicking her out, Haz.” He immediately noticed the wince in Harry’s face. Had he mistimed his words?

Yes, he had, because you were standing right behind him now. The sight of you made his heart stop for a good second as he went pale.

“Fucking Christ,” Tom gasped, “if you live here, you’re getting a bell. None of that sneaking around.”

“Are we talking service, hand, cow, or the kinky cat collar type?” you smirked, knowing you had gotten him completely flustered at your joke. While Harrison and Harry burst out in laughter, Tom didn’t move a muscle. His cheeks and neck, however, had started to turn a lovely rosy colour. He opened his mouth a bit, just to close it up again as he changed his mind.

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While you had told them that you would be spending your days crying into a pint of ice cream while watching movies, reality was much more different from that. It was true that you barely left your room, but that was because you were too busy unpacking all your things out and setting up your room. The guys were nice enough to help you bring up the furniture sets and the boxes, which had been lovingly left at the curb of the building by the people from the moving company.

That ordeal had taken up most of Saturday. Your first task was to set up the bed, which Harrison helped you with. You tried to tell him that you didn’t need help, but your words were futile the second you almost dropped a wooden plank on yourself. The flatpacks were easy enough to understand, and unlike what you had done there, you weren’t the worst when it came to building, so all the furniture was set up by the end of Sunday. It meant that you could spend the rest of the week opening boxes and making your room really yours.

But Monday also meant work, so you only had the afternoons and nights to do it. Together with the fact that you had to leave early for work, meant that the guys really barely saw you. The only sign of your presence would be the music you were playing from your room while doing the unpacking.

It was the fourth hour of your One Direction sing-a-long that Tom walked into the living room. Harrison popped his head up from his book to look at his friend. He did not look happy.

“Dude,” he said. The one word already evoked all that Tom wanted to say, but Harrison loved to annoy him.

“What?” he opened up his book again, pretending not to really pay any attention to Tom. This was made harder when Tom sat down next to him.

“If I hear What Makes You Beautiful one more fucking time-”

“Then what?” Harrison still kept his eyes on the words on the pages, not taking in a single word.

“You have to do something. I can’t take it.”

“Why do I have to do something?” Harrison closed his book with his finger still between the pages and looked at Tom, just in time to see him narrow his eyes in annoyance.

“Really? So do you wanna see your room y/n?!” His voice turned higher as he mocked Harrison’s words, following it up by a gagging sound. “You’re the one that got us here. Now, go solve it.”

“I really don’t mind it. If you’re so bothered, go talk to her yourself.” And with that, Harrison went back to his book. This time actually reading the words. It was enough for Tom to know that the conversation was over. He didn’t even try to argue. He gave Harrison one more glare and got up. While walking to your room, he noticed that Harry had actually been in the kitchen this whole time, listening in on their conversation. He tried to give his little brother a look, hoping for support, but he didn’t get any of that. Harry disappeared behind the doors of a cupboard and Tom went into the corridor, still rolling his eyes.

When he reached your door, he couldn’t hear you singing anymore. It was just One Direction coming from the speakers. Now, he enjoyed the lads just as much as the next guy, but after a while he just needed it to stop. And coming in in five hours was definitely a while.

He knocked on the door. There was a sound that resembled you. A bit of a murmur that formed no particular word. It didn’t sound like a denial though, so slowly, in case you didn't want him to come in, he opened the door.

You were quick in decorating the room. Only a few days ago it was still empty and a bit cold looking, now the walls were covered with posters and pictures. You had used one entire wall just for your bookcase. There didn’t seem to be an order on the shelves just yet, but you left that for the last thing to do since the rest of the room seemed a bit more important at the moment.

The bed was unmade, with several pillows thrown about over it. Behind it the headboard, which simultaneously served as a shelf. Stuffed animals and a few more books were strewn about. Overhead were fairy lights, matching the ones on the doorframe and on the bookcase. Together with the lamp that was on the desk, it was the only light in the room. Since it was dark, it gave the room a warm and cozy atmosphere.

But the first thing that Tom noticed when he walked into the room was the smell. Coconut? It wasn’t overwhelming, just strong enough to be pleasantly surprising and noticeable.

You were standing on a small step ladder, which you usually used to reach the upper shelf of your bookcase (high walls gave the opportunity for more shelves, which you could never say no to). You were in the middle of hanging up a picture on the wall as the song from your speaker continued.

Can we take the same road, two days in the same clothes-

You were holding on to the frame with both hands, trying to centre it on the nail in the wall, but every time you pulled away, the frame would slant to the side.

And I know just what she’ll say if I can make all this pain go-

Tom saw you get fed up with the picture, throwing it on the bed with a groan. That’s when you looked up at him. The dim and soft light was shining just at the angle that when he looked at you, he could see the tear streaks down your face. You had definitely been crying. You were still sniffling a bit when you stepped down to the floor.

“Am I too loud? Sorry.” you immediately reached out to your phone, which was connected to the speaker, and pressed down the volume. Then you decided to just turn it off completely. Maybe you’ve had enough of it for now.

“Uhh, a bit, but it’s fine. We like 1D here, so.” Tom suddenly felt like a real dick when he saw the small, apologetic, smile you gave him. You were holding the speaker in your hands as you sat on the bed, staring at it, a bit lost, and Tom wasn’t sure if he was supposed to leave or not.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You had clearly forgotten he was still there, because you looked up looking a bit frazzled.

“No.” You said honestly. What would be the point in pretending? You couldn’t fool anyone even if you tried. Misery was the only thing feeling your once Spencer-filled void. Ugh, the sound of his name, even just in your thoughts, made you want to scream. Unconsciously, and a bit to Tom’s amusement, you had grabbed one of your pillows and started to hit your fist right in the middle of it. Your hits were getting harder and rougher.

“Ever considered boxing?” He brought you out of your haze. You looked down at the pillow, seeing the sad looking indent on the kitten-patterned pillow. Tom took the pillow away from you and fluffed it out to its normal shape before putting it back.

“It’s just been hard, you know,” you said, more to yourself than to him and Tom understood that. He knew what you meant. He had been in that same position not too long ago and seeing you like this did definitely bring back some of those feelings he had tried to suppress back then.

“Like, I thought he was the one. And I know it sounds so stupid, I don’t even believe in that whole soulmate crap, but he was it for me. For the first time, I could actually imagine myself enduring nine months of hell to have a kid with him, sorry if I’m being TMI.”

“You’re good,” he said. He also understood that feeling. Maybe not in the exact, child bearing way, but he could resonate with that whole it thing. He had felt the same way about Stacey. He had never told anyone this, and was never planning on telling anyone, but the day before they broke up, he had been out in the city looking for an engagement ring. It had come unplanned. He wasn’t thinking yet about actually proposing. But he had been in town for an audition and on his way home he saw the jeweller. It was the first time he had ever thought of it, and it seemed right, so he walked in and just looked around.

“You must think I’m so pathetic though. Crying for weeks about some douchebag.”

“Well, you’ve only lived here for five days, so I wouldn’t know about that.” He smirked. You groaned again and fell with your head on a big fluffy pillow.

“But no,” he said eventually, “I don’t think you’re pathetic.”

“Thanks.”

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Another week had gone by and your mother had somehow found out about your new living arrangement. So, the last 20 minutes you had been sitting on the couch, listening to her yelling.

“No mum, I’m fine.” you said, for what felt like the 50th time. Right at that moment, Harry showed up in the living room, making his way from a shower to his bedroom, only a towel around his waist. His usually curly hair was a wet mop, covering most of his face.

“You don’t even know them!” your mother shrieked.

“Harry, are you going to murder me?” you asked as he walked by, covering the microphone of your phone. Without missing a beat, or looking down at you, he answered with a snappy “Yup,” and walked into his own room.

“They’re really nice guys, mum.” You told her. It took you another ten minutes to convince her not to come over tomorrow (or ever, in general). The conversation had taken an abrupt turn when suddenly, she invited you to a video call. Knowing that if you didn’t answer it, you would never hear the end of it, you accepted the call. Your mothers face, or better said, forehead, showed up on screen. You tried to cover your chin as best as you could with the collar of your sweater since you were too tired to hold up your phone at a reasonable angle.

“Hi mom,” you sighed.

“Where are they?!” she said, looking around as if she could actually see more than what your camera showed. You were going to lie that they had gone out, but right at that second Harry walked out of his room. Thankfully he was dressed, but his hair was still a bit wet. His shoulder was just visible in the corner of your screen and you tried to move to the side, but your mother had noticed him already.

“Who’s that?” Why did your mother always have to be so loud?

“Uhh, that’s Harry.”

He looked up at the mention of his name. You were scared that it would make him uncomfortable if you talked about him to your mom, it was making you uncomfortable for sure, but instead he jumped up at the opportunity and the next second he was leaning on the couch, almost over you, and smiling at your phone.

“Hi.” He waved to your mother. His quick movements made his hair move around, giving you a nice first row experience of the fountain show coming from it. You wiped the water off your face.

“What’s your name again?” Your mother asked.

“Harry, Ma’am. Harry Holland.” He said with a smile. You both knew that when your mother had asked him his name, she meant his full name. She wouldn’t be able to make any deep research, but it was in case you suddenly went missing, of course.

“How old are you?” your mother went on with the third degree, glaring at your roommate at each question. Harry answered it all with a big and charming smile. You held the camera, hoping the couch could eat you already. This could not get any more embarrassing, could it?

Oh, it could. Because half way through, your sister had shown up and sat down next to your mom. She didn’t say anything, but suddenly a text notification popped up on the top of your screen.

Who’s the hot guy?

Your sister was not imbecile, yet she loved to act like it. Of course, Harry saw the text and erupted in a loud laugh, startling your poor mother. As the timer on the call was reaching 30 minutes you decided to say your goodbyes and end the conversation. Harry was still laughing.

“So… you’re sister…” he said once calming down.

“Don’t even think about it. She’s 17.” you glared at him and he immediately shut up, which you appreciated.

“Well, your mom seems nice,” he eventually said. You knew he didn’t mean it in that way, but in the context of your previous exchange, it didn’t sound great. Now you were the one laughing.

“That is not what I meant!” he shouted out, grabbing a throw pillow and hitting you on the arm with it lightly.

“Jesus, calm down. I know.” You grabbed the pillow from him. You were both in a fit of giggles by then. It took a moment to catch a breath and by that point, your head was actually hurting.

“So do you think I’m hot?” Harry asked, raising his brow like the cheeky fuck he is. You just rolled your eyes and hit him with that same pillow. Maybe a bit too hard, because it knocked him off balance and when you looked up, he was no longer leaning on the backrest of the sofa.

“Oops. Sorry.”

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Something you had to learn the hard way when it came to living with the guys was that you had to lock your doors. They weren’t doing it on purpose, but they had a tendency to forget to knock when walking into the bathroom, or even your bedroom. Specifically, Harrison.

Usually, you’d consider him to be the more logical of the three, but that didn’t really mean that much. He was just as much of an idiot as the two Holland brothers at times.

The bathroom incident had happened during your first week of living with the boys. You were taking a shower. The loud water had cancelled out the sound of the door opening so you didn’t know that while you were washing your hair, Harrison had walked into the bathroom.

In his defence, he thought it was Tom showering, not you.

You had not been made aware yet of the honourable fifth member of the household: a life size Nicolas Cage cardboard cut-out. So, when you pushed the shower curtain aside, and were met eye to eye with Nick Cage himself, you screamed bloody murder, almost falling in the bathtub. The door opened to horrified Harrison, realising his mistake. He realised it as soon as he heard the screams, which clearly did not belong to Tom.

But another scream followed, which was shorter and more specific, followed by a “Fuck!” made him feel like something else had happened. It sounded like you had gotten hurt. So, obviously, he walked in to see if you were alright.

You were, in fact, alright, and seeing him standing there, eyes wide as he saw your naked body, you screamed again for him to get out. He took a second to grab Nick and pull him out of the room, mumbling a few sorrys, and closed the door behind him.

Flushed, slightly angry, and with a pounding heart, you dried off and got dressed. Unlike the guys, you were never one to parade half naked around the house on your way from the bathroom to your bedroom.

You walked out, a pile of old clothes in your hands, to see Harrison. He looked like a puppy that might be about to be smacked with a newspaper on his nose. Usually you were very much against that disciplinary practice, but Harrison was no puppy, and you had been scared shitless.

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” he apologised as he followed you to your room. You were telling him that it was alright, and actually quite funny, but he really wanted you to know that it was an accident and that he didn’t mean to scare you like that or walk in on you naked or linger his eyes on you for that long.

“Seriously, Haz, it’s fine. Shit happens… just, don’t walk into the bathroom anymore when I shower. Or ever actually, if I’m in there, don’t.”

“Yeah, of course.”

And he kept to the promise. You didn’t get any other sudden visits in the bathroom, but it was not the last time that Harrison saw you naked.

You were all going out to a bar one night, and a bit shamefully, you were taking a bit longer than usual with getting ready. The guys had been waiting for a while already, and you were trying to hurry up, but you just had no idea what to wear. Finally you had found yourself a dress that might make you get a bit lucky that night. You weren’t even planning on hooking up, but the attention was appreciated. In your, still not exactly over your break-up situation, it was actually needed.

In the meantime, the guys were deciding which one of them had to go and tell you to hurry up. It was getting late and they needed their time to get completely smashed. And while waiting for you, getting knock out drunk was definitely not happening.

Harrison drew the figurative short straw. He thought you were doing your make-up or something, being aware how much time that can take sometimes. He never imagined opening the door and seeing you standing in the middle of your room, only in a pair of panties. You didn’t see him at first because your dress was over your head as you tried to pull it on. Harrison closed the door before you saw anything. But you could hear the thud of the door closing.

You pulled the dress over your body, grabbed a pair of matching heels and put them on as you got out of your room. There you saw Harrison. His red cheeks indicated that he was the one who had walked into your room. Tom and Harry were standing at the door. They could see you walk out and their eyes had gone a bit wide. Clearly, the dress was serving its purpose.

Having already gone through this whole embarrassing scenario already, you decided to spare Harrison. You have him a soft smile.

“Could you help me zip up?” you asked, turning your back and pushing the hair away from the zipper.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He was so flustered. It was actually adorable. You could feel his hands on you as he grabbed the two sides of the dress and the zipper and slowly, carefully, pulled it up.

“Thank you,” you said when he was done. He didn’t respond, his face still as red as a stop light. And it didn’t get any better when you kissed him on the cheek.

It was definitely interesting to be living with them, but you couldn’t complain about a single thing… except for the laundry, maybe.

The END

> Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed

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cazort · 3 years ago

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I’ve been having a problem a lot recently, I’d say over the past 5-7 years, with people I meet in-person, with respect to our use of social media. And it concerns me, because it’s a behavior I find both rude and destructive to society as a whole, yet it seems disturbingly mainstream. The problem is that people use social media to blast viewpoints to an audience, but aren’t open to any respectful feedback or dialogue about those viewpoints.

I meet a lot of people nowadays who use Instagram as a basic contact and messaging system, so like, when they meet a new person, they ask for my Instagram and follow mine and/or show me theirs.

And then they post stories that push specific viewpoints on controversial issues.

I have a pretty broad range of what I tolerate. I have never insisted that my friends have the exact same views as me, or even that they have to be close. But one thing I don’t tolerate is dehumanizing or hateful rhetoric directed at groups of people, or attacks on individuals that attack them based on identity (race, gender, sexuality, etc.) rather than behaviors.

And I’ve been amazed by how many people will post this kind of stuff, and then when I message them, they don’t want to talk about it. A common reaction I get is the highly rude: “I don’t recall asking you your opinion.”

If you didn’t want my opinion, why did you (a) use this social media account as your main contact and give it to me (b) post highly provocative content on said account? I don’t know about others but to me, this is an invitation to discussion.

When I give someone a specific account, it’s because I’m comfortable with them engaging with the content I post on that account. If I were not comfortable with the person sharing their feedback with me on what I post, I would not follow them back and I would not message them on that platform, and in all likeilihood I probably would never give them the account in person in the first place and tell them to follow it. I rarely give people my Tumblr, and this is one of the main reasons.

Like if you think about what this sort of thing would be like in person, it’s just utterly bizarre. Like imagine you meet someone around a lunch table, and you’re talking to them and they’re like: “Oh do you know I write pieces in the local paper?” and you’re like, “Oh, really?” and they’re like “Yeah, I have one with me, if you want to check it out.” and you’re like oh okay and you take a peek at it, and it’s like an editorial saying something not-so-respectful about a certain group of people. And then you’re like: “Uhh...I’m kinda uncomfortable with how you talk about such-and-such group.” and the person is like: “I don’t recall asking you for your opinion!”

It would be awkward. It would be rude. You’d probably say something like: “Well why did you write the piece in the paper, then tell me about it, and then hand me the fucking paper?”

And your expression of discomfort, on the other hand, would not be rude. And your friends would probably stop inviting this person to the lunch table.

So like...what is up with people using social media differently from this? People seem to act like they are entitled to broadcast whatever opinions they have without being open to any sort of respectful feedback, dialogue, or constructive criticism. People want to broadcast to the world but are unwilling to listen when people say: “Hey, this message may be hurting me (or someone else.)”

This is basic human decency.

I also think I am not being hypocritical on this issue. I have always been open to respectful feedback. If you are respectful and avoid making personal attacks, and you message me saying: “Hey, you posted this thing, and I felt uncomfortable with it, and here’s why.” then I’ll read your explanation, no matter how long. And I’ll actually consider it, and I might even change my viewpoints, take the original post down, edit it, or even post an apology, and I’ll virtually certainly post new material supporting my new viewpoint. I’ve done it many times before.

Because I give pretty much everyone in my life this courtesy, I just don’t really have space or time for anyone, not one person, who refuses to give to to me. If someone refuses to give me the decency that I give them, it creates a massive power imbalance of them over me. I’m not an audience that you can blast your messages at without expecting feedback if something you say is problematic. Nor is anyone. And if you think you are entitled to treat others in your life this way, maybe you would do well to reflect on whether you are actually viewing them as people.

#social media #communication #respect #constructive criticism #etiquette

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itsdappleagain · 2 years ago

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1-10!

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

I love writing for Carmen if it wasn't clear already. She comes easily to me and its easiest too put her in scenarios tm. I actually don't often write for others but I really want to experiment with it.

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

Hmmm. Good question and one I'm not sure I know the answer to. I like Upon the Sword, and I also really like a few of the shorter ones like the cardinal and the kitten and and the world was framed with red. currently a few wips are occupying my headspace as well

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

uhhh and the world was framed with red I guess. I'm happy with all of my fics though. i think i could have made that one more engaging and have better street appeal tho

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

well, I started out writing on wattpad- I posted two chapters of a fic and came back months later (i forgot lol) to a bunch of requests for me to continue. that really surprised me, and the relative popularity of upon the sword and love, carmen surprised me there too.

5) Do you like one shots or multi-chapters?

I like both but I usually do multi-chapters :D

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

very, very chaotic bullet point lists usually. I will generally jot down an idea I have and if its lucky ill come and write down some base plot points. from there i'll usually fill in points for an "arc" and then set off (or start the fic and then fill in the plot...more usually. oops). one time for i think hearts and stars i did a full 20+ page document full of character outlines, motivations, emotions, and relationships with others plus plot, character goals, brainstorming, notes, title ideas, tons of blurbs, scene ideas, and even a mini screenplay format scene which i eventually added back in.

7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

I usually write chunks at a time and when I start a new writing section I read the entire thing over and edit what doesn't read correctly for me. If something doesn't work and its a really big mistake I either ignore it (wow such writer lol) or entirely rework the plot to fix it lmao

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

Uhh sometimes, yes. It sort of depends on what you mean- when I get injured, I take pictures of the blood or bruises for future reference. I write detailed synopses of pain and unique traumatic medical experiences, plus any depressive or anxious episodes I may go through. Uhmm lets see...I do a lot of research for some bits of the story and I'm often inspired by other things. they help me incorporate a sense of emotion and some realism. i also take inspiration from romantic body language I see portrayed in real life and media because I have 0 experience in that department

9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)

oh GOSH yes. currently for say you'll share with me one love one lifetime the scene I have planned for the (eventual) chapter 3 has been runnign through my mind for...maybe months. I plan out a basic action first, usually- in this case a specific consequence of carmne's injury and build a scene around it- who, where, the reaction, the aftermath, how to make it gayer, and how to make it tie in with everything else.

10) How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?

hate plot honestly. could do without it, but you cant is the thing so i usually wing it (im trying to get better lol). i thrive on setting and description, LOVE that shit. inner thoughts are very fun to do and I like trying to weave a lot of emotion in there. dialogue is...ok. usually i feel a bit awkward with it unless I really get lucky (like a bit of dialogue I feel pretty proud of is the scene in hearts and stars where ivy asks carmen why she doesn't see herself as a person in chapter 11 and i think that confidence is reflected in my reader's reactions from what I've seen :3)

thank you for the ask jo!

#realizing my answer to number 8 might be...a little concerning?#but does no one else ever just take note of injury in the back of their mind for writing reference? or think about it while crying? idk #speaking of the evil carlotta au i need to try to get that done #its hard to write for whatever reason though #oh well #anyway

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prideful-sins · 5 years ago

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Cockwarming/ Fucking Diavolo on His Throne GN! MC (Vagina Version) SMUT

Here’s the Penis Edition

Bratty Diavolo gives me life, also I’ve never written cockwarming so I’m almost sure I did it wrong

Tags: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Public sex, Skirt Wearing MC, Vaginal Penetration, N/S/F/W, SMUT

Word count: 2K

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“I want you to wear this, MC.” Diavolo held up a RAD School uniform but there was a slight alteration to the outfit.

“Uhm, Lord Diavolo... this has a- a skirt?” You looked at the outfit and back at Diavolo, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you joked around with The Prince.

“Yes. It does.” Diavolo’s face didn’t change, his eyes staring into you with a dedicated seriousness.

“Please tell me you’re joking?” Diavolo’s silence to your question spoke a lot more than any reply he would have said, “y-you’re not joking?” He shook his head and thrust the clothes into your chest before turning away and heading out of the room.

“I’ll be waiting on my throne, be there in under 5 minutes” You could practically feel Diavolo’s smirk in the hallway as he walked away, leaving you there, clutching the clothes with wide eyes and a deep blush.

A few minutes later you had changed and started walking down the hallway, various lower demons passing you and staring, Little D’s waving at you innocently as they went about their business.

“I’m going to kill him for doing this to me” you muttered to yourself as you walked along, hands clutching the hem of your skirt in an attempt to seem dignified as your composure defied you.

Diavolo sat on his throne, head resting in one hand and his legs spread wide open, other hand resting between his thighs, loosely hanging as his fingers twitched in anticipation. You opened the door, stepped through, and closed it behind you.

“I’m on time, I know I am” You walked towards Diavolo slowly, teasing him with this outfit, swaying your hips a little and puffing your chest further with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“I know you are. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have been here sooner” He sat up and raised a hand, his fingers beckoning you closer.

“You can be such a brat sometimes” Your pace quickened without thinking, body desperate for his touch as you walked towards him. Diavolo only smirked, waiting for you to approach him, and as you did he sat up and crossed one leg over the other.

“You look amazing MC” His voice was low and sultry, eyeing you up with a wild gaze, tongue licking at his teeth as he savoured what you were serving him.

“Well, you did pick it out after all” Diavolo spun you around and placed his hand on your hips before dragging you closer to him and pushing his knee into your inner thighs, your body tensed up and a fire lit within the pit of your stomach, your clit reacting and becoming wetter as he continued.

“Indeed I did, and it suits you perfectly” Diavolo wiggled his foot between your legs and you obliged, knees parting and letting him in. Your eyes were glued to the floor, embarrassingly avoiding any kind of gaze that may befall you. Diavolo’s foot inched further and further up your legs until it was a hair’s breath away from your labia, his shoe invading the base of your underwear.

“D-Dia...” you shuffled on your feet, bringing your ass closer to him in the hopes of spurring him to continue.

“Hmm?” His hum was low and sultry as his foot dropped from between your legs, your body disappointed at the lack of his touch, only Diavolo’s hands remained pressed firmly on your hips. Just as your body gave up on receiving more of his touch he pulled you back to sit on his lap, his cock hard and pressing against your ass. Diavolo’s lips came to your neck, just below the baseline of your hair, his lips dotting hungry kisses along what skin it could, your hands clutched the hem of your skirt as sweat beaded upon your brow.

You gasped lightly and wiggled your hips to increase the contact, earning you a light nibble from Diavolo. His hands moved from your hips and slid under the skirt, as his fingers came to your underwear he stopped, lips leaving your neck with a disappointed grunt.

“Underwear?” He said, obviously disappointed

“Yeah?”

“I told you not to wear any” You pouted and turned your head.

“No you didn’t!” Dia glared at you, lust in his eyes as his fingers slid under the waistband.

“I’m sure I did” he knew he hadn’t but The Prince just couldn’t resist teasing you like this, your reaction was priceless. Diavolo wiggled your underwear down, the fabric clinging at the weteness between your legs. You whispered his name as one of Diavolo’s hands made its way to your vagina and fingered it gently, wetness coating the end of his fingers, he knew this would make you writhe, hips wriggling within his clutch as his fingers teased at your skin.

“Diavolo please” you whined, wiggling your hips just that little bit more into his hardening cock, you heard a low chuckle followed by a zipper, his hand hitting against your ass cheek as he worked his trousers.

“You’re impatient today, and you called me a brat” he smirked and removed his hand from your clit, instead opting to lift you by the ass and hover your entrance over his dick.

“Wait already? Are you even going to-”

“Shush.” Diavolo hissed at you before sliding one of his fingers into you, warming you up for him. Your hips jerked at the invasion, the whole of your lower stomach twisting in excitement. You moaned loudly, clit throbbing in anticipation of your ecstasy as Diavolo thrust his finger within you before sliding in a second, widening you for his cock.

When he felt like you were ready enough Diavolo removed his fingers and placed his dick at your entrance before lowering your hips down, your vagina stretching more to accept his dick, an electric current sent straight through your entire back as he filled you more and more. After he was fully in you his dick still grew more, no longer a half-chub and becoming harder by the second. Each vague movement sent a shiver through your spine as Diavolo fulfilled pleasuring you more and more.

Just as both of you were getting into it, his dick within you and ready to thrust, the doors swung open and you let out a yelp before proceeding to try and stand up but Diavolo’s hand gripped your waist and kept you down, you looked at him in surprise but he merely smiled.

“You may want to cover yourself up front, darling” you whipped your head around and slammed your hands down onto your skirt, anchoring it down and attempting to look as un-dishevelled as possible.

“My Lord?” Lucifer walked up to you both with a raised brow and a report within his hand, you smiled back at him with a red face and a toothy, unconvincing, grin.

“Yes Lucifer?” Diavolo was as composed as when you had started, his face calm and hardly a blush on his cheeks as he softly moved his hips, you let out a slight hum at the movement but kept your face in control.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but this is a matter that needs to be resolved urgently-” the words melted away into a fuzz as Diavolo proceeded to roll his hips into you, as discreetly as he could. You could tell Lucifer had an inkling as to what was going on, he was averting his gaze and a light blush dusted his cheeks as he continued to speak.

“I’m sure however you deal with it will be fine Lucifer, do not worry. I believe you’ll choose the right path” It was unlike Diavolo to simply tell Lucifer that he should deal with a problem how he sees fit, the Prince must be more unravelled than you initially thought.

“Of course My Lord, again, sorry to disturb your- uhh- private time”

“Not a problem at all, if you wish to watch you’re more than-”

“Bye Lucifer!” you basically screeched it out and ended up lifting your hips in the process, once again in a vain attempt to stand up but Diavolo yanked you down again, this time a loud moan escaping your lips and a grunt through his gritted teeth. Lucifer turned away, the pink dust now a deep red, and walked off down the hall, but as soon as his back was turned Diavolo thrust his hips up and slammed his cock into you making you moan out in pleasure, each moan spurring Lucifer to walk faster out of the room.

“So impatient” Diavolo grabbed your hands and held them behind your back, arching you forward and letting your skirt free from its enclosure. His thrusts became more hungry as the noise of skin slapping together echoed within the walls along with your own mewls and moans. Diavolo grunted behind you as he continued to pound into your cunt, your own hips bouncing to the perverted song both of you were playing in this empty throne room.

“Dia- I’m- hh- I’m-” words escaped your brain as you tried to think straight but nothing worked, your whole body was thinking with Diavolo’s dick and it wasn't providing much more than brain-cancelling pleasure, your stomach flipped and turned as your orgasm called out amongst the noise, a small crescendo to your intermittent ecstasies. Dia let go of your hands and wrapped one of his own around your chest, bringing you into his own, the other hand gripping your face and turning your head to face him before planting a deep kiss upon your lips.

Your hips moved of their own accord, accommodating the change in posture making it harder for Diavolo to thrust but you had it covered, your body bouncing up and down while keeping your lips planted firmly on his own. Your tongues battling it out in a war of spit and saliva, it drooled down your chin as you panted and breathed in each other’s dry air. Both of you were moaning, dishevelled messes, your hands reaching back and intertwining within his hair, clutching a fistful to drag your spirit back down into you as the pleasure sent your soul into heaven.

“MC hah~” this was the first time you had heard him seem un-composed, the orgasms becoming more and more apparent between you two as your moans shifted to breathy sighs and grunts. You bit down on his bottom lip and thrust his cock deep within you, hitting a G-spot you weren’t even aware of making you winded and gasp for air as your stomach dropped to the floor.

With a few last thrusts Diavolo came within you, you had moved one of your hands to your clit and began fingering yourself, just to speed you up in the hopes that you’d cum alongside Diavolo, and you did with just a second difference. Your lips had parted and Diavolo bit down into your shoulder, muffled moans vibrating through your arm as you shouted his nickname, the word ‘Dia!’ echoing through the room, and probably into the hallway.

Your juices had spilled down Diavolo’s groin, the fabric visibly wet from your orgasm, Diavolo came into you and you could feel it seeping down, trying to escape, you both sat there panting and staring at each other with a loving gaze.

“That- th- that wa- was- hah” words failed you, once again, as you came down from your highs. His dick was still within you, softening as the blood drained from it, cum seeping out little by little as it found small crevices to escape from.

Diavolo nodded and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder, “maybe we should have people walk in more often” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you let out a groan.

“You invited him to watch!” Diavolo chuckled at your statement and shuffled his hips around, cock still within you.

“And I meant it, did you think I didn’t?”

“Maybe a bluff, Lucifer looked like he was about to combust”

“He’s only jealous”

“Of you or me?”

“let’s go with ‘yes’ on that one.”

#obey me #obey me!#obey me lucifer #shall we date #swd #bal talks #bal writes #lucifer #obey me diavolo #diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #tw: vagina

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 4 years ago

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Wonder Woman 1984

The first 3/4 of 2017’s Wonder Woman was my favorite film of that year. The last 1/4 was my least favorite film of that year. What can I say, I have a complicated relationship with the DCEU, and the part I keep getting disappointed by is the big smash-em-up, explosions everywhere, muddy mess of orange/blue filter in the “climactic showdown” between hero and villain. I just don’t have the patience for it anymore, and I was so hoping that the Jazzercise vibes of Wonder Woman 1984 would do something different.

As it turns out, this movie was trying to warn me like so many stories that have come before - be careful what you wish for. Just how badly did my wish go bad? Well...

I’d already heard some questionable things about the movie before I tuned in, so my expectations were tempered but I guess it was on me. I should have known better than to wish for a story with reasonable pacing, some kind of consistent tone, villains with discernable motivation, or a Wonder Woman movie that was actually about fucking Wonder Woman. I’m not even mad as much as I am puzzled. That and tormented by Pedro Pascal’s manic televangelist energy in my dreams.

Some thoughts:

I have never wanted to go anywhere as much as I want to in 2020, and the place I want to go more than any other is Themyscira. Love this first sequence. Why is the whole movie not about Themyscira??

If the Olympics were like this whole long Amazonian warrior triathlon, I would be WAY more into track and field.

Also I legit don’t understand the problem with her taking the short path? Like, it’s there for a reason? She just caught up to her horse? Someone explain this to me.

So this mall...basically the hub of American commerce in the 80s that was practically printing money, it made it so fast...is secretly a front for antiquities trading on the black market? And these unorganized-ass dipshit criminals who seemingly just walked in off the street and decided to engage in some light robbery today are after antiquities? Sure, Jan.

Ohh I miss Waldenbooks so much!

This thwarting of crime sequence in the mall feels so...cheesy. Schlocky, almost. Like a 50s comic book come to life. I dunno, it just doesn’t feel like the tone I was expecting. In the context of the whole film, we really blew our action load in these first 2 sequences, and also this is the last point in the movie in which Diana actually resembles her character from the first film.

I would also be stammery and blushy when talking to Diana Prince for the first (and second) time, but I’m kinda getting a gay vibe from Barbara. This meet-cute + date is definitely playing up romantic vibes. Kristen Wiig is so good at characters like these - in less than 2 scenes, I have such a clear picture of who Barbara is, what she wants, what she fears, and that’s all down to Wiig’s choices. [ETA: This makes it all the more infuriating when Barbara suddenly is like “I want to be an apex predator” when nothing about her character’s reaction to getting positive attention indicates she would want to start shitting all over everyone else.]

Pedro Pascal is skeeving me out as our villain Max Lord, which really just shows his range, because normally I love him and find him wildly charming in everything. But he’s playing this oil baron creep to the max, as they would say in the parlance of the 80s, and it makes my skin crawl.

The mechanics of how Steve Trevor returns are wildly confusing. Why is this other guy involved at all? Are we supposed to be ok with the idea of Diana fucking *some other dude’s body* without his consent just because Steve’s spirit/consciousness/whatever is inside the guy? Also that guy DEFINITELY got fired from his job after going AWOL for a whole week, right?

I am thrilled with Steve’s clothes montage. One of my favorite things in any 80s film, and his enthusiasm really sells it.

I do really like Diana and Steve playing detective, following clues, crafting theories. In spite of the absolute dumbassery of how Steve came back, Chris Pine and Gal Gadot have incredible chemistry and I do find their scenes together delightful.

I think that’s why it’s so frustrating to me the way their entire relationship was handled. If the whole point of the wish going bad is that it has a cost, wouldn’t it have been better, instead of making Diana weak, to have Steve slowly start to be more and more of an asshole - aka not the Steve Diana remembered and loved? Make her realize that the Steve she knew and loved is really gone and she has to stop letting his memory hold her hostage. Maybe his last moment of self-awareness would be realizing that this wasn’t who he really was, and she was better off just remembering who he was and moving on rather than trying to hold on to this thing that isn’t good for her?

The sequence with the fireworks made me emotional. The only time I’ve ever been on a plane on the 4th of July was when I was coming back from a visit with my uncle in Dallas. He had flown me, my mom, and my grandma down for a whirlwind trip, and we flew back the night of the 4th. I got to see fireworks from above for the first time, and it felt so magical. My uncle passed away 2 months ago, and feeling that magic again (via Diana and Steve) made me miss him and all the adventure he brought into my life something fierce.

Am I supposed to be like...anti- the idea of Barbara absolutely kicking the shit out of this drunk catcaller who attempted to assault her earlier in the movie? It feels like the film wants us to be like “oh no that’s bad” but my empathy goes on vacation for attempted rapists.

Like...did anyone do ANY kind of fact-checking on this script? The Maya haven’t been “wiped from the face of the earth” there are still 6 million of them living in Central and South America. Escalators were invented in the 1890s for fucks’ sake. PLANES IN THE 80S DONT WORK LIKE PLANES IN 1918. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ALL THOSE SWITCHES DO STEVE. Also...just because the plane is invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist anymore. Isn’t the whole point of radar to detect things that you can’t, y’know, SEE? Seriously, how many people fiddled with this script until it turned into an incomprehensible mess?

Did I Cry? OK yeah, I did when Diana and Steve had their conversation after they escaped the White House. But I feel like I should have cried more then, as well as earlier when Diana tells Steve that she only wants this one thing. I love Gal Gadot in this role, but I do wish her acting expressed a little more emotional depth and honesty for the moments like this that should really tug on the heartstrings.

I know Wonder Woman is bulletproof, but are we saying she’s also...immune to electricity?

If there’s one thing that living through a global pandemic has taught me, it’s that we can’t rely on the inherent responsibility of every individual person to do the right thing in order to save their community (or the world). So the climax of this film really feels like a big ol’ fictional FUCK YOU to every person who has been quarantining since March as the US government twiddles their thumbs and relies on personal choice to lower infection rates. I know they made this film during 2019 and had no idea what would be coming, but this entire sequence was the most horrifying, short-sighted, offensive way to have good overcome evil I could imagine for a 2020 movie. “Just count on people to do the right thing and everything will be fine!” We’re WELL FUCKING PAST THAT, Diana.

And maybe this is my debbie downer pessimistic ass, but the message “the world is a beautiful place the way it was” feels like some real bullshit. Do you mean the world is a flawed, complicated place where beautiful things exist DESPITE all the violence, inequality, and poverty? Ok, that I’ll buy, for sure. But “Everything was fine the way it was!” is uhh not what I would have gone with. That’s a first draft edit if ever I heard one. Seriously, how did this make it through MULTIPLE studio drafts and no one thought to point this out?

I literally had to go back after the credits were over and rewind to figure out what happened to Pedro Pascal at the end. If I not only don’t care, but also can’t remember what happened to the villain at the end of the movie, that’s a big motherfucking problem.

I was giddily delighted by that first post-credits scene though! Probably the biggest moment of joy I felt during the film.

For being a Wonder Woman movie, it feels like there’s so little actual Wonder Woman IN the movie. The first film is rooted firmly in Diana finding her place in the world, understanding and coming into her power. This feels like she’s a bystander in her own life, and her most significant moments are always in the context of someone else’s narrative arc. And there’s nothing that comes even close to the breathless wonder of that No-Man’s-Land scene, aka one of the best superhero movie moments of all time.

This doesn’t have the knowing wink of Aquaman or the nuanced character arcs of Birds of Prey. It doesn’t have the childish glee of Shazam! or any of the nonsensical grimdark bullshit of Zack Snyder’s entire ouvre. It feels like Wonder Woman 1984 suffers the same fate as its protagonist - a profound lack of presence or drive. Sure there are some fun sequences, and the actors are doing the best they can with a weak script, but it’s just not enough to save it. In a year where I saw so few contemporary films (focusing more on catching up on past films I’d missed), I can’t think of one that disappointed me more.

#121in2021 #wonder woman 1984 #ww84 #gal gadot #chris pine #pedro pascal #kristen wiig #patty jenkins #wonder woman #diana prince #steve trevor

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Alright and now for episode 23! Which was a lot more interesting. Still lacking in pertinent ways but at least it got some stuff moving, and there were a few small but very nice character moments.

I took a LOT of Taichi spam this week you guys. The animation was slightly better than normal and my boy was just so good.

At parkour. He’s good at parkour.

More below!

We pick up where we left off last week, with Devimon arriving in his true form and picking a fight over Poyomon. He’s so threatened by a wad of jelly.

He does seem a bit weird though. More on that later.

The quintessential Taichi picture.

And just a cute one.

So okay, Devimon makes mincemeat of MetalGreymon and WereGarurumon. Like he wipes the floor with them. Even though they should be a level above him. I was like what’s going on. Clearly dark powers are giving him extra strength, but this still seemed like too much...

Yamato yells for Takeru to go hide. Taichi then yells for Yamato to go hide xD However Devimon has no trouble destroying all their possible hiding spots and attacking them.

Takeru worries about his brother :’<

Taichi quickly tries to think of a strategy but yup “Hide” is all he can come up with.

They communicate via digivice and Yamato has something of a better strategy but... it still just amounts to hiding.

Meanwhile their partners continue to get their butts kicked.

MetalGreymon: Hey watch it I just got this painted!

WereGaurumon: My nails! I just had them done!

Taichi: Would you two stop fussing, you’re so vain!

Taichi: We’ve got more important things to worry about! Like my hair!

Meanwhile in the real world... the four are together and Koushirou updates Jou and Mimi on the situation, which boils down to Not Good. The tank ships are still on a collision course. On top of that, Koushirou notices that the data being absorbed by Calmaramon’s... idk what to call it, data collection tower? thing, is being sent directly to the digital world. He guesses it’s going to be used to power the creature whose name I forgot they fought before.

This guy.

Koushirou also guesses this probably means Taichi and Yamato are in some deep shit rn.

Taichi is pretty smart too... he’s able to tell that Devimon is able to manipulate the dark mists and that’s how he’s able to find their hiding spots and attack them so easily.

Here’s the evil crystal that I would have thought was from Sailor Moon. Ahhh evil is so beautiful. And purple. Hmmm, the Crest of Knowledge is also purple, and absorption of data is converted to power.... GUYS KOUSHIROU’S GOING TO GO DARK.

Kidding, kidding. I would totally watch it though.

So the others go to fight Calmaramon and destroy the tower to help Taichi and Yamato. But, uh, they didn’t count on Calamaramon’s tentaclesx ;D

Kabuterimon makes the classic amateur mistake of DRAMATICALLY ANNOUNCING HIMSELF when he swerves in to rescue the girls...

... and he gets his just desserts. :P

Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato... are still losing. So who steps up to the plate but...

Takeru and Poyomon! Lol!

No seriously, this scene SCREAMED of the one in 99 where Hikari sacrifices herself to protect Yamato and Sora. I was really expecting Takeru to do the same thing here. “Leave my brother alone! Take me instead!”

But, I guess, since he’s a boy, he’s less self-sacrificial and more just... irrationally strong...

His conviction results in evolution!

Poyomon becomes Tokomon! THANK GOODNESS. I could not handle another “poyo, poyo!”

Devimon takes one look at this pink-cheeked thing and FREEEEEEAKS OUUUUUT.

“You remind me... of someone I once knew... you have... the same eyes... GRRRRRRRRR!!!!”

he didn’t say that but he totally should have lol. Now someone please make an edit of Angemon where he takes off his helmet and he has Tokomon eyes underneath x’D

Data readings on Koushirou’s computer start going haywire! The data is being sent somewhere fast!

I was expecting some kind of power up but I wasn’t expecting full on evolution. Because yup. That’s what goes down. Devimon evolves.

And here’s where he gets weird. His evolution seems painful. Unnatural. He doesn’t seem exactly pleased with it, to be frank. He’s really agitated by Tokomon but he doesn’t do much in the way of monologuing and it’s not even clear that the evolution is by his own design. It just kind of seems to happen. Then, once he does evolve, he’s much less talkative. This is generally not the sign of sanity or even sentience. It’s like Devimon is imprisoned by his evolution, which goes on a rampage.

Neodevimon. Actually, original Devimon is scarier but :P

Lol and then Tokomon gets blown out of Takeru’s arms and goes for a tumble while Takeru runs frantically after him xD Great moment.

Rollin rollin rollin, though the streams are swollen...

NeoDevimon is very powerful but y’know... WereGarurumon just STOOD there. This... this is totally his fault that he gets hurt here x’D

Taichi is displeased with this development, and yet, still cute in his displeasure.

Finally Koushirou manages to get through! Taichi is too preoccupied to jump for joy or anything but you can see that he’s excited. “Koushirouuuuu please save us!!!” basically that’s what’s going on

However he’s right away blown over and his digivice scatters and the signal drops...

Yamato is very Stressed.

However, contact with Koushirou has rejuvenated Taichi.

LIKE THE PHOENIX HE RISES FROM THE ASHES

Taichi: “FUCK THIS SHIIIIIIIIIT!”

His renewed conviction becomes power. Yeah, that’s a thing, we know.

Meanwhile, in the human world, the others have worked out that Taichi and Yamato are fighting and need help, and they combine the powers of their own passionate hearts in a classic shonen anime trope.

Koushirou gets a special moment all to himself! It’s really fast but still, the episode makes a point of focusing on Koushirou’s desire to connect with his friends and help them. I choose to believe this a nod to Koushirou’s significant role in the show and a way of saying “Sorry they’re not all together right now but they will be soon and characters other than Taichi and Yamato will get to do cool things in the not so distant future!”

Their partners are then able to defeat Calmaramon and destroy the data collection tower.

BOOM, baby.

Meanwhile our heroes who never sleep manage to defeat Devimon. Which, I figured, meant he’d retreat for now, but...

He freaking dies! Yup, that’s right! Disintegrates!! I was like what the heck?? This was a Boss Battle???? It had none of the signs of being a boss battle other than the boss being present and it wasn’t even that hard...

However, it’s not over till it’s over...

... Tokomon looks on NeoDevimon’s death kind of creepily. Like, the episode makes a point of showing us Tokomon’s reaction, not just the group’s. So... I feel like this is gonna be relevant. I COULD BE WRONG. But I just personally wouldn’t stick this bit in without it meaning something. But that something could be pretty much anything so we still don’t know much.

The sailors aboard the tankers whose control systems are restored at the last second are pretty darn relieved anyway.

This was my favorite moment in epiosde, Mimi flinging herself over Koushirou and knocking Jou out of the way to hug Sora in her enthusiasm over their victory xD awww Mimi

Yamato wants to know what’s with Taichi. Taichi’s like, “The others helped us from afar, I just know it...” AND THAT’S WHY HE’S BEST BOY.

Yamato gives Takeru an adorable pat on the head and tells him good job. Only thing that could have made this moment cuter would have been if he also patted Tokomon’s head. BECAUSE HELLO. KID JUST EVOLVED. SAY HI AND TELL HIM YOUR NAMES AT LEAST.

But then! Darknightmon uses the dark crystal thingy and...!

Le gasp! NeoDevimon’s corpse emerges from the ground...

Taichi has a flashback to another time they thought they won only for their defeated opponent to be infused with dark energy and resurrect...

... uh I forgot this guy’s name too >_>

Taichi: “Wow I never saw this coming!”

Well, I did. :P Due to being over ten years old...

We end with NeoDevimon’s mask cracking off!

Creepy!

Final thoughts... it now kind of looks like Darknightmon is the one pulling Devimon’s strings rather than the other way around. But my guess is that’s not the case. It could also be that Devimon told Darknightmon to do this - after all, Devimon used the stone’s power to evolve Darknightmon before, and this is just the reverse of that. Or it could be they are equals and in cahoots with each other. I definitely think there’s an even greater, bigger Bad out there that they either work for or are afraid of etc something like that, I think we probably all feel sure of that at least. But Devimon in this episode really surprised me in the ways he seems to lack agency. He seemed like a pawn of evil rather than the chessmaster himself.

So next week! Looks lit!

Devimon’s new evolution? or power up? whatever is creepier than NeoDevimon so that’s a relief.

BUT THIS IS EVEN CREEPIER HOLY CRAP TAICHI! Get some sleep, your eyes are all red! (And he’s injured. His hand is where he got hurt two weeks ago fighting Splashmon right? He got hit with miasma. I wonder if this is the same wound and if it’s somehow controlling him due to the dark energy getting into his system... But everyone’s more or less been hit with the dark energy at this point so maybe not. Anyway, CREEPY EYES, CREEPY CREEPY EYES.)

Also Yamato DIES. He DIES y’all. *funeral march plays* Hmm, Tokomon looks hungry...

Then we got this bit which in case you can’t tell is Takeru being awesome. So I figured, ahh, THIS is the boss battle, and we’re gonna see Angemon again already... weird as that sounds :P

HOW-E-VER

We also get this???? Taichi silhouetted against a brilliant light????? What does it mean? I mean we know Takeru has healing powers so I’m fully expecting that to happen but uhh are we also going to canonize Taichi next week? lol. Saint Taichi. I love him the best but I will be a bit miffed if next week IS the big boss battle and Takeru’s role is “power up Taichi so he can kill it” and that’s it... But I guess we’ll have to see.

It does rather look like they saved the animation budget for next week, the preview was nuts x’D Can’t wait.

#digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure reboot #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon

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chaseagainstonision · 4 years ago

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A personal call out post

Let me preface this with having y'all not send her hate. I just wanted to bring awareness to this on Twitter as well as here becuaes I'm agitated and fed of with people who are constantly toxic to those around them and having stans/simps who back them up at every turn and enable them.

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I wanted to talk about @babblingartblog @naughtybabs and the drama I have surrounding her. I want to cover some of this: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/17c7F4GZXCVtqVqKPXNc4lWHS0T9pHZz2 and touch on some of the bigger things in each folder since I didn't quite do that last time since I was pissed.

Note that these folders will constantly be updating. I still have some caps that I have not tossed in these folder as I have not edited out usernames for privacy reasons. I have a folder on my desktop that is also uncensored for my own reference.

Starting off with Art and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1J_dwVDk396Cx-gZROZqK1dCB2ih5LJ6E?usp=sharing), this should be pretty straight forward. Some videos I have here are of her blatently tracing or stealing images from Google or elsewhere. I have tried to find sources for as many of these as I could. No true artist worth their salt would actually trace for a piece, especially not for commissions. Some of the other images are just some critiquing and stuff. The critiques are just personal gripes about her art that I feel could be improved upon.

For Facebook (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/11-374WefqZaE4YWVC3HNpsyWLrnkF6Or?usp=sharing), a few things stand out more than others. The first thing is something that happened at a larp she attended. She claims that she didn't do this, but multiple other people attest otherwise. It's an incident where she tried to break up a married couple and call the man's wife a bitch and what have you. She's also expressed some rather NSFW kinks/fetishes in these larp spaces that have made others uncomfortable. She had even gotten temporarily kicked from one larp group due to these actions. Another thing that stands out more than others is her promise to change and then falling right back into old habits. There are several of these posts and I think also a few tweets, but I'll touch of tweets further down. Anyway, there are countless times that people have told her that she needs help and needs to be a better person and she basically just shrugs it off and keeps up with her toxicity.

The final thing that I'd like to touch on in this section that's a red flag is how she treated her former place of residence. Without going into too much detail as I don't want to involve her former roomies in this more than I have to. She's claimed numerous times that her former residence was abusive when it wasn't anywhere near what she's said. She was the one creating a toxic environment and people were getting tired of her shit. Between her quitting jobs with no good reason, to not paying rent and spending what should have been rent money on larps and fast food and other such luxuries and accusing a former roomie of something heinous, she brought down the mental health of everyone in that house.

There are various other things that you can look through that I haven't even touched upon that set off more red flags. There were also some DMs that I had omitted that I won't release but can summarize if need be later. Also, I realize that some of these caps are ant sized, so if you need me to transcribe them, feel free to ask.

For Tumblr and Misc (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/152bkOkTiH4ZfWk3t9g3JhHMwSz2J-YjT?usp=sharing), there's not much there. Just some asks about the larp things I mentioned in the Facebook section, her GoFundMe, which I'll also touch upon in the Twitter section, and some caps from Youtube about her tracing.

For Twitter (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1pGqz6qTFuvKZDYPuxQTk6CLxGgJokYa8?usp=sharing), there are a ton of caps. There are only a few things that stuck out to my with these caps, too. Outside of the Hazbin Hotel drama, that is, since there are quite a bit of caps there.

The first is the most recent and the thing that kicked me sharing all of this originally. It relates to a Slenderman series creator names Adam Rosner who was outed as a piece of shit who did some unsavory things with a few people underage, as well as some other horrible, heinous shit. She claimed to be friends with him and that she "still can't believe that [she] ignored [her] gut" about how much of a creep he actually was. I called her out the two times that she spoke out about this because I knew, from personal experience and from also knowing Adam and interacting with him at a limited capacity (I just thought he was kind of a snob originally and was fame hungry), that she had been lying and had only really been an acquaintance, much like myself, and also had limited interactions with him.

Touching on the GoFundMe that I mentioned earlier, though, and she admitted that she, herself, donated her $1400 stimulus check from 2020 to inflate the amount she received from her GFM. The GFM was taken poorly from some former friends as she owns them money and she, instead of trying to pay some of that back, dumped her money in the GFM to inflate it.

She's also brought up a few times where she would like friends who wouldn't crucify her and that calling her out on her bad behavior and holding her to a standard means that you're stalking her or being mean or something. This piggy backs off of the point from the FB section about her saying she'll get better then doesn't.

For Videos and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vukA5KmVvbF56pC91GGD4s-FCZaXwW6W?usp=sharing), there are uhh... some questionable things in here.

The first is stuff that I had transcribed since it's in parts. This, against, cycles back to her attempts at fundraising for herself. She had gotten angry about various BLM protesters had gotten money for bail and lawyers and what not and that no one was, essentially, donating to her cause donating to small creators isn't "trendy" or "popular" or some such nonsense. Then, tried to back peddle by saying that capitalism sucks and how she shouldn't had used her GFM to compare to BLM but that the poor, LGBT+, black, etc aren't accessories or something but really still giving a nonapology.

Which brings be to a related but not really point about the stutter that she had. She's done this weirdly forced stutter in a few videos and I asked around if it was a thing that she had done before and it wasn't and is, indeed, a forced reaction to garner sympathy.

Swinging back around the the fundraisers she posted on FB and the bit about her roomies, there was a video that she had made accusing one former roomie of some nasty things, as well, when it never happened. The actual story, without getting into too much detail, was that she had pined after this roomie for a bit and was enamored with him but he had (and still has) a girlfriend.

As for the other videos, there's just a lot of depressed posting and what not. Like, a lot of depressed posting.

Some general statements: Normally I wouldn't dump on some of these things if it were anyone else, but knowing her personally and talking to some former friends and what have you and knowing how she is after all of this observation, there have been a lot of red flags that popped up. Like, I'm not here to victim blame or laugh at someone over mental illness or any of that shit. But I also know that she siphons personality traits and whatnot from the people around her.

#artists #artists on tumblr #art theft #art #digital art

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saiilorstars · 4 years ago

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Sweet Ambitions

Ch.2: Project Cadmus

Story Masterlist // Masterlist of other OCs

Fandom: Supergirl // Pairing: Winn Schott x OFC

Summary: The whole of the DEO is under investigation for J'onn's real identity. While Supergirl tries to ease things over, Anais wants to stay in the loop but at the same time she struggles finding her new role in a new city.

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What was once a symbol of hope is now a symbol of fear. Early this morning, Supergirl arrived at the scene of a crime at West National City Bank. But instead of the usual cheers, Supergirl's intervention was met with skepticism and fear. Some say Supergirl was under a mind-altering drug when she attacked the city. But she turned against our people once. The question on everyone's minds, what's to stop her from turning against us again?'

Anais sighed as she turned the television off. This was the tenth newscast with a similar report she'd watched since the red kryptonite incident. Despite Kara's attempts to show that Supergirl was okay, the city wouldn't acknowledge it. They feared her. If only they knew how sweet Supergirl actually was.

The elevator doors of CatCo. dinged opened and released a fresh group of people to the floor. Anais waited to be the last one in order to take a deep breath and prepare herself to meet Cat Grant for an interview. Kara had been nice enough to get Cat to agree to an interview with Anais concerning a new photographer position. It was the first step to settle in the city. Anais' parents, despite their concerns, reluctantly agreed to leave for home and come back next week for a check up. In the meanwhile, Anais was to stay in the hotel until she found a job and a decent place to live at.

When Anais walked into the bustling floor, she found another group coming out of Cat's office. They all looked somewhat scared but that was normal, according to Kara. And speaking of the blonde, Anais felt so grateful for—

Kara was nowhere to be found.

Thankfully, at least that's what she thought, she saw Winn coming out of Cat's office. "Hey, do you know where Kara—"

"Sick! Um, sort of, uh—" Winn seemed in a hurry to get to the elevator so his words weren't making sense to Anais, "She had to do a thing...ET kind of a thing…" He hoped that helped solidify what he meant and hurried towards the elevator.

"Thank you…" Anais made a face and turned back to Cat's office. The D.E.O. must be conducting something to get information from Hank, who was now revealed to be another alien. Kara must be there at the moment.

It's okay, you'll be great, Anais sucked in a breath and started walking for the office. With a clear of her throat she garnered Cat's attention as well as another employee there. James Olsen was hanging up when Cat called upon Anais.

"And who are you?" her voice was sharp, that was something Kara told Anais as well.

"Um, Anais Allen, and I believe Kara mentioned I was—"

"Ah, yes," Cat remembered that with a roll of her eyes. "Kira promises you're the next Ansel Adams and that I would be crazy to let you go."

"She provided fluff for me—" Anais meant to joke but Cat Grant was not a woman to joke with.

"Too much if you ask me," Cat motioned James to stay right where he was just as he was about to walk away. "Kira never really speaks about potential employees I can find useful for my corporation so what exactly makes you so important?"

"To lay out the truth, if I may…" Anais bit her lip before using her speed powers to get herself into a state that slowed time around her, ultimately freezing James, Cat and everyone else. It gave Anais a moment to come up with an answer Cat would like. She observed the office, Cat's computer - though nothing private - as well as the papers on the desk which turned out to be nothing but work. There wasn't anything that would give the impression Cat slacked off from anything.

Time began again, and Anais returned the spot she was before. Cat and James were none the wisers about her special moment. With a smile, Anais answered in a calm manner. "To be quite honest, I just moved here and I don't have anyone here. That means I would be completely devoted to my job with absolutely no distractions. Sure I'm basically saying I have no life but I've got no reason to be embarrassed. All I want at the moment is to jumpstart my career."

Cat had been listening attentively so far, which was a plus. Her chin rested over the back of her hand while her eyes scrutinized the clearly bubbly alien from head to toe. "So...you're not here to tell me how special you are, then? Why whatever makes you special is the reason I should hire you?"

"Oh God no," Anais quickly shook her head. "Everyone says they're special which really just means no one is special. I want something, and I'm trying to get it on my own merit." She walked forwards and placed her portfolio on the desk. "And I happen to believe my merits are quite good."

Cat spares her another glance before picking up the portfolio and giving it a skim. She then motioned James to look as well. "Well?" she asked of him. "You're the head of that department. What do you think? Should I give the woman with no life a chance?"

Anais knew she would regret that line if she got hired, but at the moment she didn't care. She just wanted the job!

James passed the pages of her portfolio and seemed to be liking what he was seeing. "You have talent, Miss Allen. I think we can maybe work together…" Anais beamed.

Cat took back the portfolio and let it drop on her desk. "We will be in touch. Though perhaps you could get an earlier date to start if you were to come up with pictures of our newest superhero."

"New superhero?" Anais repeated, momentarily taken aback.

A small smile quirked across Cat's lips. "I suggest if you want the job you begin to give my work a skim. That will be all."

Anais gave a slow nod, mumbling a thank you somewhere along the way, then headed out of the office. Just as she pressed the elevator button, James caught up with her.

"Hey, uh, you came to visit Kara the other day, right?"

Anais nodded. "Yeah, um...I was new - still am - so that's why Kara helped me get an interview here. She mentioned you were the head of the art department."

"James Olsen," he dutifully shook hands with her.

"Anais Allen," she smiled.

"You wouldn't happen to know what's going on at the D.E.O would you?"

"Um... honestly, no," Anais shook her head. "In fact I thought Kara was going to be here to help me out. I guess things are really hectic now, so…"

"Well, professionally I do think your photography is good," James remarked. "And I know you impressed Cat with that whole devotion and not special thing you said."

"Oh, that whole 'I'm not special' thing was Kara's advice," Anais laughed quietly. "She said Cat Grant hated when people say they're special in their own way. But the whole 'I've got no life' thing is mine for sure."

James laughed at her bluntness. "You know, I can be friend if you'd like. Kara and Winn, we're our own little group here."

"Thanks," Anais meant it for sure. She was alone in the city for the time being and since it was her first time in a city - and alone - she would need all the help she could get. "Say...what Cat said about the new superhero...do you know what that's about?"

James nodded again.

~0~

'And despite Supergirl having the city on its toes for fear, we did discover a new potential replacement in the hero market. This new hero, a blonde woman behind a fiery mask, took down Supergirl during the latter's night of rage. And despite having a third alien, this one a much more threatening one, the fiery blonde seemed to garner the gratitude of National City. Her fluorescent golden light was the final act before putting Supergirl down and allowing the Girl of Steel to get a cure. This new hero who I will brand as Golden Girl for the time being, may be the Supergirl's newest partner, and hopefully a means for Supergirl to gain the public's trust back.'

"Golden Girl?" Anais' eyebrows were almost above her hairline. She leaned forwards on James' desk to reread the article Cat had written this very morning about her.

James, who was standing behind Anais, was barely holding back his laughter from her reactions. Cat Grant was fast when it came to owning the image of superheroes. No speedster could match her.

"I'm Golden Girl!?" Anais could not finish understanding what would possess Cat to give her that ridiculous name.

"Hey," Winn gave a light knock on James' office door after noticing their new visitor, "What are you—"

Anais turned on the computer chair to give him and James the same stunned face she'd been making since she first read the article. "I'm Golden Girl!"

"Uhh…" Winn needed to be caught up first which was why he looked to James for some help.

"She just finished reading Cat's article on the new superhero."

"Ah," Winn gave a nod, now fully on board. "Can I make you a suit?" he directly asked the blonde woman, tilting his head as he already began to think on some potential ideas. Anais made a face at him. "Hey, my experience is Supergirl's. That should count for something, right?"

"Not the point!" she frowned and turned to the computer again. "I don't want to be called Golden Girl. It makes me sound like a shampoo brand."

"Well, if you want the name changed I suggest you meet with her soon," Winn came on over to stand beside James. "She branded Supergirl like the next day and, uh...here we are."

"Oh my God," Anais buried her face in her hands.

"It's not a bad name," James tried to comfort the woman. "We call Supergirl the Girl of Steel."

"Yeah as an alternative name, not her actual name!" Anais dropped her hands on the desk. "Am I overreacting?"

"We don't know you that well, so I don't really know what's the safe answer here…" Winn admitted, standing just a little closer to James for safety.

Anais threw him a mock glare. "You could have just said yes. I don't mind. I'm new...at this - I'm new at everything, actually." She sighed and got up from the chair. "I don't currently know what I'm doing so really, right now, I just need friends."

"That you already have," James smiled at her. "Golden Girl."

Anais groaned, throwing her head back. "I gotta come up with a better name."

"Weeeeeeell…" Winn was quick to grab the chair around James' desk and brought it next to Anais to sit down. "While we're on the subject of this whole superhero thing, can I please make you the suit?"

"Winn, it's not the time," James was cautious about this whole conversation thing since really anyone could walk into his office. "And not the place!"

"Fine, we'll just take it upstairs then," Winn dramatically huffed and jumped up from his chair.

Anais' head followed the jump and blinked with surprise. "Upstairs? What's upstairs?" The grin on Winn's face indicated she would like the answer.

"It's a work in progress but it's basically like our own headquarter away from the DEO."

"A less funded version," Anais imagined, though that seemed even worse because the DEO was already underfunded.

"Exactly," James gave the confirming nod despite not knowing what Anais thought about. "But I don't think we should do anything until Kara actually comes in."

"Oh definitely," Anais agreed rapidly. "It wouldn't feel right, plus...I'm technically not allowed to do anything superhero-y until I get the proper training and stuff."

"So no suit?" frowned Winn.

"Don't recall the contract saying anything about a suit…" Her smirk was all Winn needed to put forth some potential ideas.

Anais laughed at his pacing while James just shook his head in, amused no doubt, but more collected than the two. It was cut short when Anais heard her phone ring from her purse. When she pulled it out she saw it was a special little number with "DEO" flashing on her screen. "Hello?"

Neither James nor Winn dared to ask her to put it on speaker but they both assumed it had something to do with the DEO the way Anais' entire demeanor changed. The blonde alien's laughter had vanished and was replaced with a nervous, serious face.

"I, uh...I have to go," she grabbed her purse from the desk and got up. She cleared her throat and faced the two men. "Thank you so much for...making me feel welcomed here. Um...I really hope I get that job."

"You okay?" James eyed her as she made her way to the door.

With another clearing of her throat, she nodded. "Yeah, yeah, um, the, uh...the DEO suddenly wants to call me in."

"Call you in? What for?" asked Winn, exchanging a worried glance with James. This was the same reason Kara hadn't shown up for work today and now it was taking Anais as well.

"Umm…" Anais tucked some hair behind her ear, "I guess to talk to me. Not sure yet. Will in literally one minute. I'll keep you posted," she opened the door and walked out. James and Winn once again glanced at each other but never got to say a word since Anais came back five seconds later. "Yeah, so I just realized neither of you have my number and vice versa. Do you want to exchange them?" Her nervous, witty smile seemed to be like a normal thing for her.

~ 0 ~

Supergirl and Alex were in the middle of trying to listen in on the interview Hank - or J'onn - was in with two people; the same two people that Anais would soon come into contact with.

"What's...going on?" the new blonde inquired as she came up beside Supergirl.

"Oh, you know, your modern-day witch hunt," Supergirl gestured at the big screen in front of them. "What are you doing here?" she'd been hoping to keep Anais far away from this since it really had nothing to do with her.

"I got a call," Anais only got to say when one of the soldiers guarding the control room walked up to them.

"Miss Allen, your presence is required next," the man made a gesture for her to walk in front of him but before Anais could open her mouth, Supergirl and Alex were already refusing it.

"She's got nothing to do with this, she just got here," Alex got to say first.

"She didn't know about any of this," Supergirl added. "Her contract sets her completely apart from any employee of the DEO."

These words didn't make the soldier blink. "Because she's an employee of the DEO she falls under the same category for the government: a suspect."

"How rude, first of all," Anais frowned as she walked towards him, ignoring Supergirl's and Alex's motions for her to stop. "And second of all, if you want to talk to me then go ahead and do it."

"Anais, you don't have to," Supergirl said, eyes directly on the soldier. "They don't have the right."

"I'm sure they'll create a paper saying that's exactly what they have the right to do," sighed Anais. "It's fine, Supergirl, really. I can handle it." With that, she motioned the soldier to lead the way.

~ 0 ~

The interview room was a cold, dull one; fit for a government interview session on the search for suspects. Anais stared with a straight face at the two interviewees, for a moment the only sound being her fingers drumming on the table.

Colonel James Harper stared at the woman with obvious disgust despite not knowing her personally. Even though the room prevented any powers from being used inside, Anais could just tell his hatred for her and couldn't understand why it was. Perhaps fear. It usually was always that. She then turned her head the small woman sitting beside Harper. Major Lucy Lane had big, soft eyes and a serious face altogether, but Anais thought this woman was not like Harper.

"I don't know either of you," she brokered the silence in the room, her carefree tone only irritating Harper more. "So, I doubt either of you actually know anything about me enough to have evidence that I knew about Hank being some Martian."

"Anais Mjorkland," Harper spat her true last name enough so that Anais actually flinched when the man's spit landed on her face.

The blonde alien sucked in a breath and passed a hand down her face. "Do that again and you'll know what a Solista is capable of."

"Is that a threat?" Harper scowled.

Anais startled him by suddenly leaning forwards on the table. "You are breaking my contract by putting me in this interview room without my parents and my Godparents who are my official examiners."

Lucy cleared her throat to cut the tension between the two. "We are aware of your situation, Miss Allen, and we only require your parents and godparents if the conversation is going to be about you. That is not the case. The case is about whether or not you knew Hank Henshaw was an alien."

"How would I?" Anais shrugged, her face indicating this should have been obvious. "I just got to the DEO a few days ago."

"But J'onn J'onzz has been the overseer of your contract ever since he took control of the DEO, isn't that right?"

Anais sighed. She should have figured this would come up. "Yes, that's correct—"

"So then it's only fair to believe he would have enough trust in you - as aliens - to confide in you about his true nature," Harper said.

"No, because I was barely allowed to have contact with anyone. I hardly spoke to him whenever I got to see him." Anais glared daggers at the man. "I have been treated like a lab rat for this place my entire life so believe when I say that becoming a confidant for a rogue alien wasn't on my radar."

Unfortunately, the lie detectors they had didn't exactly cover an alien like Anais. Her words, to Harper, might as well have been pudding.

Lucy's eyes flickered to Harper who seemed to be on the verge of seething. Anais, on the other hand, was completely calm and stared at Lucy. "I know you from the internet. You're Lucy Lane, the writer from the Daily Planet, right?"

"Not the time," Harper snapped just as Lucy opened her mouth.

"What? I liked her writing," Anais frowned.

"I think...we're done," Lucy spoke on behalf of all of them. She honestly doubted Anais knew anything about J'onn because of the circumstances the woman had grown up with.

"Thanks," Anais sighed with annoyance. "But I'm honestly so confused here. I thought the DEO was meant to protect the Earth from extraterrestrials who were clearly malevolent but all Hank has shown is pure dedication for his job. I may not know him well enough to know what kind of DEO director he is, but I sure didn't need much to know he's a good person."

Though her words were pure and honest, in the eyes of Harper and Lucy, they were gibberish. She was released right after that, but unfortunately it became Alex's turn and she would not run with the same luck Anais had.

Supergirl was taking the blows as best as she could even though she was virtually powerless to do anything for anyone. As Alex was being interviewed, she stationed herself in the hallway just outside the interview room. Unfortunately, the earpiece she used to hear J'onn earlier wasn't easy to cover in a solitary hallway with only soldiers to roam them.

Powerless, that's what she felt.

"I remember once my Mom said there was a Kryptonian rumor that you guys couldn't handle stress," Anais began to speak while the two waited an agonizing while for Alex. Supergirl made a face but Anais kept talking. "She said your heads would pop. That sounded so ridiculous. But, I was five so everything sounded hilarious to me."

Supergirl gave a small smile. "I don't know much about your people. I guess...we haven't really gotten the chance to talk…"

"No, we haven't," agreed Anais with a sigh. "But I'm still grateful for everything you've done and that's why I am not moving from your side until this is over."

Supergirl relished in a new support-line she could draw from. "Thank you." The two women shared soft smiles. "How did you job interview go with Cat?" she'd felt so terrible earlier when she realized she wouldn't be at CatCo supporting Anais for her interview.

"I think I left my mark on Cat," Anais was sure of that. "I took your advice on the no special thing and she ate it up. Plus I told her I had no life so I would be available all the time."

"Oh, music to her ears," Supergirl crossed her arms and chuckled with Anais.

"Yeah, I'm hoping to get a call back soon," Anais crossed her fingers for good luck. "I also met James and even got to know Winn a little better. They seem like really nice guys but they're very worried about you. I felt that. Literally."

"They are," Kara said with a rather dreamy sigh, though Anais couldn't tell for who it was directed for. She made a mental note to come back to it when they heard the interview door burst open.

Alex was being dragged out, the woman handcuffed behind her back. Upon seeing this, Supergirl zoomed towards them. "Hey! What the hell is going on? You can't do this. Where is she going?"

Harper just flashed the Kryptonian a smirk. "Same place I'm taking your little green friend. Project Cadmus."

"Cadmus?" repeated Supergirl, glancing at Anais who visibly gulped at the name. "What is Project Cadmus? What is Project Cadmus!?" her questions went unanswered even as Lucy walked past them. Supergirl whirled around to face Anais, more desperate than ever. "What is Project Cadmus!?"

Anais' face was not one of hope at the moment.

~0~

"Project...Cadmus…" Anais said the name with a weary sigh. She leaned back on Kara's kitchen chair, wishing she could make this sound a lot better than she actually could. She hated that place the moment her parents told her about it.

Kara sat opposite of the woman, anxiously waiting to hear about this place she just knew what awful. "Please, just tell me…"

"It's the reason Hank and my parents created this joint custody of me when I was little. Project Cadmus is like a dissection lab for aliens."

Kara's eyes widened in alarm. "A what!?"

"It's meant to be a genetic engineering facility that treats aliens like lab rats. Aliens get amputated, skinned, drained, injected with experimental drugs - you name it," Anais shivered at the thought. "It's the place no alien ever wants to end up in on Earth. Every ability they have gets weaponized for military purposes. And I'm pretty sure a Green Martian has a lot to offer."

As far as she knew, Martians were gifted with telepathic abilities besides shapeshifting and the usual super strength. That lone power was valuable everywhere.

"How do you know this place?" Kara racked her head for any mention of this place before, but she came up short.

"Because it's where I was headed when the DEO first found me," Anais said grimly. "I was a child and I had lost my only parent. I would've been sent directly to that place if my parents—before they were my adoptive parents—hadn't stepped in to vouch for me. It's why I was adopted: to be saved."

"I-if this place is for aliens then...then what do they do to humans!?" Kara's mind went to Alex and all the horrible movies they ever watched about dissections.

Anais honestly didn't know the answer to that but she doubted she wanted to learn. Her parents and godparents always used Project Cadmus as a means of horror story telling. Unfortunately for her, the place was real unlike humans' petty fear of the Boogeyman.

"I-I need to go get them!" Kara decided on that split moment of silence, even jumping out of her chair to go.

"You don't even know where it is," Anais calmly reminded. Kara was radiating waves of fear that made the Solista alien cringe a little. She'd never been exposed to so many different feelings and now she would have to learn how to control it...and fast.

"Do you?" Kara's hand flapped at Anais in desperation.

"No, and I never want to. Look, we can't just break into a place we know nothing about. We need to be smart," Anais' words slowly made Kara stop pacing.

"We need someone on the inside…" the Kryptonian thought, her words quieter as she thought about some specific people.

Anais stared Kara down until she got the required explanation to get things making sense. That morning, as early as one could be, Kara had James over to her apartment. She would never be able to get Lucy Lane at her apartment if James hadn't made the call. Anais was there, hadn't left actually, since Kara really did need someone to keep company with over the night. It was a painstakingly slow night for Kara waiting to call James at an appropriate hour.

"This won't be awkward at all," Anais said the moment the three heard Lucy knock. She super sped to the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water (deciding Kara didn't even care at the moment which of her utensils were borrowed).

"I don't have time for this," Lucy made that known as she walked into the loft, catching sight of Anais in the kitchen. The blonde Solista gave a wiggle of her fingers from the table.

"So you're back in the army…" James made an attempt of breaking the awkwardness Anais predicted.

"And you're back in Kara's loft. I guess nothing's really changed for either of us. Just tell me what was so important that I had to come here," Lucy crossed her arms and, rather condescendingly, waited to hear from anyone in the room. "What is this all about?"

"There's something you need to know," Kara braced herself for the reaction Lucy would give. She undid the buttons of her shirt to reveal the bright 'S' mark of her suit underneath.

Lucy's gasp was automatic, a hand even coming midway for her mouth. But then, just like that, the surprise wore off. "It all makes sense now. I just didn't wanna put it together…" she closed her eyes and mumbled, "I didn't want it to be true."

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But you're the only person that can stop Hank and Alex from being sent to Project Cadmus," Kara quickly fastened up her shirt again.

"Why would I help you?" Lucy was quick to demand. "You and Hank... Why do you all lie—"

Anais nearly choking on her drink was loud enough to make the other three pause and turn to her. "Sorry, are you—are you serious?" Anais directed the question, mixed with amusement and incredulity, at Lucy. The shorter woman seemed startled by the backlash and crossed her arms again to wait for an explanation. Anais didn't know whether to laugh or call this planet a done deal. "She's-she's serious?" She looked to Kara and James for some help but didn't exactly wait to get any of it. "Okay," Anais put her glass of water down on the table and got up to join them. "I am literally the embodiment of what happens when you don't lie about who you are. I lost my planet that I can't even remember because I never went there! I don't know if I'm the last one of my kind and because I'm different, I nearly got myself dissected for your race's benefit. And why? Right, because my mom was murdered and the government saw an easy lab rat in the form of an orphaned alien child. So I'm guessing, and correct me if I'm wrong—" she pointed to Kara, "—that if Kara lied about who she was, it was because she didn't have a choice. It's called survival, Major Lane. My life on this planet has been hard the moment I was born into it. I could never even begin to imagine what it must have been like for Kara when she first arrived. So please don't act like you know better when you could never be in a situation like the ones we were in."

Lucy opened her mouth as if to make a comeback, but she glanced at James then Kara, the latter looking like every word Anais had spoken was just a plain, hard truth for her.

"Lucy, please," Kara stepped forwards. "What Anais said is how...how I've had to live my life up until now. I was dropped into this world by my parents, and I had to sacrifice everything, anything, even betray my fundamental instincts so that I could fit in with humans. I didn't have a home anymore and I was twelve. I needed to fit in somewhere, even if it was a foreign planet with another species."

"If you have a problem fitting in, it's because you lie to people about who you really are…" Lucy's argument was weak and she knew it. Anais' words came back to mind. It was easy to say it when she didn't have to do it.

"I didn't lie and look where that got me?" Anais was careful not to shout out of frustration.

Kara motioned Anais to calm down. They didn't need to argue with Lucy; the woman was rational and, above all, fair. They just needed to talk. "Lucy, are you really willing to let Hank become a science experiment? And who knows what they have planned for Alex. I know you're feeling betrayed and alone, but if you go along with Jim Harper just to feel like you fit in, to feel like you belong somewhere, ultimately the only person you're betraying is yourself. It wasn't easy for me to show you who I really am but I did it because I trust who you are, who you really are, under that uniform. And I trust you'll do the right thing."

Lucy felt the sermons accumulating over her shoulders as each second ticked by. Despite her own feelings, she felt she knew the right thing to do. She just hoped it wouldn't cost her anything more already.

~ 0 ~

Anais was incredibly irritated Kara hadn't taken her along to retrieve Alex and Hank. She understood the reasons - which Kara had slowly, and repeatedly, explained while she and Lucy got ready to go out - but it didn't make waiting at the DEO any easier. Her contract was the only thing keeping her feet on the building, if not…

Don't even think about it, she stopped pacing, however, when she spotted a couple of employees gathered around at the main controls.

"Vasquez," she quickly scurried over to the only employee besides Alex that she knew. "What happened?" she eyed the dispersing crowd around them.

"It seems we have a new DEO director, ma'am," Vasquez said, sounding and looking like she still didn't believe it.

"None of that ma'am stuff, first, and second of all...why did we get a new one?"

"Because our previous one turned out to be an alien who's now a fugitive from the law…"

"Right," Anais bit her lip then flashed a nervous smile at Vasquez before turning away. Oh how I never imagined I would be in any of these types of messes.

Right now, she would probably be having dinner with her parents - maybe even with her godparents - and listening to one of her Dad's "dad jokes" which were just awful. Her mother would laugh, probably out of embarrassment for her husband, and Anais would just smile at them for being dorks. It was the typical dinner-like scene they had each night, when her parents weren't working overnight. She missed them, she really did...but she also liked the new setting with new friends, actual friends...and a potential job offer on the line.

"Atten-hut!" a soldier's command pulled Anais to the present.

She was relieved to see Supergirl and Lucy coming into the room. She had to keep herself glued to her spot in case of any suspicions.

"At ease," Lucy gave the instruction then headed over to the controls. On their way, Supergirl flashed Anais a pretty giddy smile that indicated all had gone well.

"Ma'am, we've had a…" Vasquez was about to inform when Lucy finished it for her.

"Security breach, I know. What are we doing to re-apprehend the detainees? What are Colonel Harper's orders?"

"Ma'am, Colonel Harper just resigned and named a new acting director of the DEO."

"Who?"

"You."

Lucy's face might have been comical at any other time. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. He was quite adamant about your appointment."

"I guess J'onn's gotten good at that whole mind control thing," Kara said under her breath to Lucy.

"You're gonna help me do this, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Kara smiled. "But you're gonna be great. This is where you belong."

Lucy took the compliment with another smile. "And you probably belong out there, saving people."

Kara gave a light shake of her head. "After what I did, the people don't trust me anymore."

"You got me to trust you. That's a start," Lucy gave the reminder with a genuine tone. She then walked up to Anais, head held high since Anais was taller than her. "I'm...sorry for before, for not understanding..."

Anais nodded. "I appreciate that. And I'm sorry too. I came on too strong..."

"No, maybe it was something I needed to hear," Lucy admitted, glancing back at Supergirl as well. "I will see you around."

"Yes, Director Lane," Anais mocked a salute, causing Supergirl to chuckle as Lucy headed on to begin her new job.

Supergirl moved on beside Anais, slowly sobering from her laugh. "You know, until you find a place...you don't have to stay at the hotel. I've got a spare room."

"Your place is a loft," Anais reminded, though she was excited at the prospect of a roommate. "Your bed literally has no room."

"That's because I like it that way!" Supergirl laughed again, swinging an arm around Anais' shoulders. "I use the room for junk but I'm sure we can clean it pretty quick…"

"Oh, using my powers? Sign me up," Anais rubbed her hands together. "I've gotta start practicing."

"It's settled, then? Roomies for the time being?"

Anais swayed her head while she thought about it despite knowing pretty much what she wanted already. "Roomies!"

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 6 years ago

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 6]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,770

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please.

Chapter 5

Steve almost found it strange how quickly Y/N and him settled into normal. They had already been through so much together that it wasn’t hard to settle into their relationship. Steve felt like he could finally be intimate with her and Y/N finally felt like should could trust him.

The hard part was Steve trying to balance having his own life while still feeling responsible for protecting the world.

Living with the love of his life was all he ever wanted. But when he woke up in the 21st century, he didn’t think that would ever be a possibility. So he dedicated himself to selflessness and made a promise to look after everyone but himself.

But how could he do that now with Y/N being the biggest priority in his life?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Y/N was sitting on his couch with her glasses on, editing photos on her computer. With her condition and sporadic time travel, she couldn’t work a normal 9 to 5 job. She was a freelance photographer.

She hadn’t even looked up from her computer when she accused Steve of being caught up in his mind.

“What makes you think there’s anything going on up there?”

She still didn’t lift her gaze. “I can hear your thoughts. They’re ridiculously loud.” Then she finally looked at him, her gaze soft and patient. “Want to talk about it?”

Steve smirked at her thoughtfulness. He walked over to the couch and plopped himself down, lifting her legs so they were now sitting on top of his thighs.

“It’s nothing,” he lied.

Y/N watched him for a moment. Her eyes made it clear that she didn’t believe him.

“Hey, Tony wanted me to ask you to come to dinner at the compound tonight,” he changed the subject.

“Oh, yeah?” Y/N hummed as she went back to editing her photos.

Steve nodded his head.

“This doesn’t have anything to do with Tony, Bruce, and Vision trying to figure out how to cure me?” Her eyes narrowed as she asked the question.

“Y/N, come on. We’ve talked about this. Everyone’s just trying to help.”

“Steve, I’m tired of feeling like a lab rat. But more importantly, I’m sick of getting my hopes up. This thing…it’s a cancer, alright? It’s never going away.”

“Y/N, people get cured of cancer!” He tried to urge.

“But not everyone does, Steve!” She snapped.

Then she closed her laptop and quickly moved off the couch, putting distance between them. Steve instantly missed the weight of her body against him.

“Y/N,” he cooed, “I’m just trying to help you.”

Her eyes narrowed with challenge. “Help me or change me?”

Steve’s stomach dropped at what she was implying. That wasn’t what he was trying to do at all.

He quickly stood up from the couch.

“Y/N, I would never try to change you,” he whispered. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. For Christ’s sake, you almost froze to death because of me. What happens if you get stuck somewhere dangerous like that again? I’m not trying to change you. I want to help you control it so you can protect yourself.”

Y/N stared at him. Then her eyes went wide with panic. She looked down at her hands. They started evaporating.

“No,” Steve gasped. “No, no, no, no, no.”

But when he stepped forward to grab her, she was already gone.

Steve looked around at where Y/N once stood.

“God damn it,” he hissed angrily.

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1944 - Italy

Steve had been staring at the map for so long that his eyes had become dry. Their next move had to be careful. They had cut it close on their last mission. HYDRA was becoming more and more aware of the threat that was The Howling Commandos.

He rubbed his eyelids roughly and finally took a step back.

“You OK?” Bucky asked, watching his friend closely.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m gonna go for a walk,” Steve sighed.

Their camp was in the middle of a forest. It was good cover and it bought them time to plan their next attack.

But it also started messing with Steve’s mind. He was a kid from Brooklyn who always wondered what it would be like to substitute the noises of a busy city with sounds of nature. Now he had finally found out, but it came with the cost of war.

The air was so fresh and clean, the birds always chirping.

It gave him a false sense of calm. He had to fight it to stay on his toes and make sure he kept himself and his men safe from a surprise attack.

Steve was lost in his thoughts when he heard a gasp and the sound of twigs snapping, just a few yards away. He immediately went on high alert.

His shield was always strapped to his back and ready for combat. He grabbed it from behind him and quickly placed it on his forearm.

Despite his large and heavy stature, his footsteps were almost completely silent as he tiptoed toward the sound.

He moved a heavy branch aside that was obscuring his view.

When he saw what was waiting for him behind it, his breathing stopped.

“Y/N?”

No, not here. Anywhere but here.

“Steve?” Her voice shook as she covered her naked body as best as she could.

He rushed forward, instantly dropping his shield and ripping off his brown leather jacket to cover her.

“Goddammit, Y/N. You shouldn’t be here,” he grieved.

But he still pulled her into his body, scared that she was going to freeze to death. After the serum, he ran hotter than a normal human. Now he was hoping it would help warm her.

Y/N actually had the nerve to shakily laugh at him. “Not like I can help it.”

“Come on,” he started pulling her back toward the camp. “Let’s get you warm.”

She nodded and pulled his leather jacket tighter around her body self-consciously.

Steve snuck them through the camp, weaving around tents to void running into any of his comrades.

Eventually, he got her into his tent unnoticed.

He immediately shuffled around, trying to find any extra clothes he could find, which wasn’t much. In the end, all he could do was wrap his extra blanket around her, over his jacket. He tried not to think about how his leather jacket was touching her naked skin.

After they had settled, Steve realized how abnormally quiet Y/N had been this whole time.

When he looked at her, she was staring at the ground as she sat on his cot. But she was spaced out, lost in her head.

“Y/N?” he asked gently.

Suddenly, she snapped her gaze up to look at him. There was something in his eyes that made her own start to water up. She was crying.

Steve jumped into action. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s OK.” He sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She immediately buried her face into his chest and cried harder. “You’re OK.”

After a few minutes, Y/N managed to pull herself together and stop her crying.

The only other time Steve had seen Y/N cry was when his mother passed. She always felt like the stronger one between the two of them.

Y/N was embarrassed now, hastily trying to wipe away her tears. She probably looked like a crazy person to him. Here he was, in the middle of a war, and she was crying like a fool.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as she sniffed.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” Steve promised as he helped wipe away her tears.

Y/N made no move to get out of his arms.

“Now, you gonna tell me what’s got you so upset?”

She looked up into his bright blue eyes. The same eyes she had just left moments ago in another time.

“I…I can’t really–”

“You can’t tell me,” Steve cut her off with his knowing tone.

She nodded gently.

“Well, maybe you can keep out the specifics,” he urged. “I hate seeing you upset.”

Y/N pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “My…My boyfriend and I got into a fight. I traveled right in the middle of it.”

Steve couldn’t stop his stomach from dropping at the word ‘boyfriend’. He knew it wasn’t fair to feel jealous. She wasn’t his. She never was and she never would be.

“Sounds like a bastard,” he muttered playfully.

It made Y/N laugh, which was his intention.

“No, he’s not. If anyone was being a bastard… it was me.”

Steve’s gaze softened. “Now I find that very hard to believe.”

“He was just trying to protect me and I basically ate him alive for it,” Y/N muttered, guilt finally settling in.

“Well…I can’t blame the punk for that,” Steve tried to tease, but there was a serious underlying tone that he couldn’t seem to hide.

Y/N exhaled and watched Steve for a moment.

“Does he love you?” He finally whispered.

Y/N let out a breath, but nodded. “Yeah, he really does. He loves me more than I ever thought someone could.”

That at least gave Steve a little peace of mind.

“And do…uhh…do you love him?” He asked.

Y/N could see his body tense as he waited for her answer. Then she finally realized how hard this was for him. Steve was jealous of his future self without realizing it. It had always just been him and her, no prospects between the two of them. But that had all changed now.

“Yeah, I do. I really, really love him.” Y/N finally answered.

Steve nodded, trying his best to control his reactions. “And does he know that?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

His eyes stared into hers then. “You should tell him.”

Y/N nodded. “You’re right. I should.”

“Hey, Steve, Agent Carter is looking–” Bucky’s voice cut off at the sight before him.

Steve shot to his feet, standing protectively in front of Y/N and obscuring Bucky’s view of her.

But Bucky leaned over to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “Y/N?”

Steve held up his hands calmly. “Bucky, I can explain…”

Bucky glared at him. “Have you completely lost your mind? This is is a war zone. What were you thinking, bringing her here?”

Y/N stood up, holding the blanket tightly around her body. “He didn’t bring me here.”

Bucky looked her up and down, catching sight of her bare legs and feet. He put together that she was naked underneath the blanket and Steve’s leather jacket. Bucky looked at his best friend with slight shock.

“It’s not what you think, Buck.” Steve’s voice was hard and even.

“Then please explain because you’ve got a naked girl in your tent, Steve. And I’m struggling with how she got all the way over here from Brooklyn.”

“Hey!” Steve snapped and took a step toward him. “Don’t talk about her like that!”

Y/N finally rushed forward and put herself between them. “Enough, you two.” Her hand was softly placed on Steve’s chest, calming him instantly.

She looked up into his eyes. “Peggy’s looking for you, Steve.”

His eyes widened. Bucky hadn’t said her first name, therefore Y/N shouldn’t know it. Suddenly, a wave of a guilt washed over him.

Did she know? Did she know about him and Peggy?

Y/N had just told him about the man he loved, yet Steve felt like he betrayed her by falling in love with another woman.

“Y/N…” his voice felt desperate as he said her name.

“It’s OK, Steve. I know. It’s OK,” she promised him. “Just go.”

“I was going to tell you…” he tried again.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, Steve. Go.”

Steve nodded slowly and opened the flap of his tent, turning around to give her once last look before he went to find Agent Carter.

An awkward tension filled the tent when Bucky and Y/N were left alone.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked roughly.

She smirked at him. “I think it’s time we let you in on the secret, Buck.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

But then her amusement vanished when she realized where she was in Steve and Bucky’s timeline. Bucky had already been taken by HYDRA and rescued by Steve. That meant that he had already been given the serum. He’d probably already started noticing the changes in his body, but kept them to himself. Bucky always would do anything to stop Steve from worrying about him.

Y/N stepped toward him with sympathy in her gaze. “I know what’s been happening. And I understand why you didn’t want to worry Steve about it. You’re going to be OK, Bucky.”

He let out a shaky breath and his eyes widened in shock. How did she know?

“Do you believe in time travel, Bucky?” She asked.

“What?”

“I’m not from your time. I’m from the future.” Y/N didn’t hold back. She said it all as straightforward as possible. “I can’t control when I leave or where I go. But I…I always seem to find my way back to Steve. He’s an…anchor of sorts for me.”

Bucky shook his head and took a step back. “Oh, come on, Y/N. This isn’t funny.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter if you believe me or not. Soon enough you’ll see it for yourself.”

“Is that so?” He asked, voice thick with sarcasm.

Y/N stepped forward and cupped his cheek. “You two keep looking after each other. OK?”

Bucky stared into her eyes, trying to find some source of dishonesty or ridicule in them. But there was nothing except sincerity. He gripped her wrist that was touching his cheek.

“You’re really not kidding, are you?” He whispered.

She shook her head.

Then her body started disappearing.

“Y/N!” Bucky gasped and took a step away from her.

She gave him a sad smile until she was fully gone.

Bucky jumped slightly as he heard the leather jacket and blanket hit the ground with a plump.

He ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

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“What’s got him so bent out of shape?” Tony asked Nat as he watched Cap beating the punching bag to a pulp.

Nat glanced over and shrugged. “This is the first time Y/N’s traveled since he found her in the present.” Then she sighed. “Probably doesn’t help that they got into a fight right before she left.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Tony commented.

Nat glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Now we know they’re human. I was sick of feeling like I was watching a Nicholas Sparks’ movie every time I saw them together. At least we’ve now confirmed that they’re normal and not some lovebird freaks of nature.”

“Real nice, Tony.”

Then they watched Steve punch a rip in the giant punching bag. The super-soldier caught his breath as he glared at the sand now pouring down onto the gym floor.

“I’m gonna start charging you for that!” Tony called from the other side of the gym.

Steve glared at him and grabbed his gym bag before leaving to go to his room.

Fresh out of the shower, Steve heard a knock at his bedroom door.

Assuming it was one of his teammates, he didn’t bother putting on a shirt and answered it with only black sweats hanging low on his hips.

He didn’t expect to open his door to find Y/N standing on the other side.

Her eyes looked sad, yet apologetic.

It had only been a few hours since she’d left.

“Did we just have our first fight?” She asked quietly.

Steve gave her a sad smile and hung his head. “I guess so.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry too.” Then he looked into her eyes. “Where did you go?”

“It was during the war. Italy. I told Bucky my secret. And…you were with Peggy.”

Steve zoned out, trying to recall the memory. “You had told me about your boyfriend. Said that you loved him.” Then his eyes widened with realization. “You…You were talking about me.”

Y/N nodded shyly.

“You love me?” He gasped.

She stepped toward him and leaned forward to press her forehead against his. “Yes, you idiot. Of course, I love you.”

Steve kissed her slowly. “I love you too,” he managed to whisper in the few seconds he allowed their lips to separate.

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Chapter 7

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