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1001scoganmusings · 3 years ago

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Irrevocably ruined by you pt.1

A/N: Hey guys here it is! The long awaited steamy Valentino fic I promised. Hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Leave a likenif you want to be tagged in the next part. It’s already in the works. Sorry I take long to post it just work and life can get hectic so thank you for being so understanding and kind. Now just know that this is a poly ship between Valentino x reader x Vox and of you are not in to that I implore you to just skip this one.

Warnings: foul language, religious themes, low self worth, low self esteem, awful family members, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, spanking, nipple play, car sex

Words: 10.4k (sorry so long)

Minors for the love of god please stay away this is for adults only thank you 🙏🏼

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It was your birthday and your friends had announced that they would be taking you out to celebrate.

You stood in line with your friends waiting to get into the new night club that just opened up down town. The night air was warm but not too humid. You were all dolled up in your favorite sexy dress with your make up done and your hair styled to perfection. You looked stunning and felt like it too.

The line moved and it was your groups turn to go but as you got closer the bouncer held out his hand effectively stopping you guys. “Sorry.” he says. You sigh hating that you’ll have to wait a little more before going in. “I got this.” your friend whispers conspiratorially in your ear. She walks up to him puts her hands on his chest and stands on her tip toes to whisper something into his ear. The way his expression goes from curious to lustful in mere seconds is quite comical to you. She kisses him slipping her her tongue in to his mouth as she slides one of her hands down his chest to his crotch and gives him a good squeeze. He groans in to her mouth breaking away from the kiss with a loud smacking sound.

You were shocked to say the least but if she wanted to work her magic and get y’all in there faster who were you to stop her. You can hear people talking and saying disgusting things about your friend. You turn and give them the the meanest dirtiest look you can muster effectively silencing them them.

She walks back to you all and smiles sweetly at him. “Go in.” he says to you all signaling with a jerk of his head in the direction of the gleaming golden double doors leading to the inside.

“Hey how is that fair! It’s not like I could get in if I squeezed your balls. Why should she?” A man behind you says throwing your friend a look of disgust and annoyance.

But the bouncer pays him no mind, as if no one had said anything at all. You walk past him your friend giving the bouncer a wink as your group disappears through the doors.

“Oh my god. What did you say to him?”

She turns to you giggling. “I told him that if he let us in right now, I’d finally let him try anal.”

“Wait do you know him?” You say confused. You had thought he was just some stranger.

“Yeah he’s my new boyfriend. I’ve been going out with him for about a week.” You weren’t surprised to hear this. Your friend was real pretty and nice. Exactly the type of girl that deserved to have a gorgeous buff boyfriend in her life.

The inside of the club was packed; bodies gleamed with sweat swaying and writhing against one another. The blaring music thrummed through your body as you swayed your hips in sync with the beat. It felt so good to just let go and get lost in the music letting the day’s troubles melt away. The club was decked out in a dark red wall interior with black marbling that was illuminated by neon red lights along the walls and an onyx black floor polished so well that it looked as if you were dancing on an obsidian mirror. The whole place had an erotic and seductive vibe to it. Very private.

There were beautiful men and women of all colors that looked as if they were dressed as sexy butterflies dancing inside of large gilded golden cages that hung from the ceiling. The neon lights reflecting off their wings making them look translucent and iridescent. Though if someone were to get too close they’d see that those wings weren’t a costume. And neither were their pitch black eyes and sharp pointed teeth. Their lithe bodies moved and swayed so fluidly with the music. It was hypnotic to watch. Club goers crowded around them. Some throwing money others looking up at them, their eyes darkened with desire and lust as if they were in a trance of some kind. Demons in plain sight. It was almost comical to you. Except, it really wasn’t. But no one seemed to care or notice anything out of the ordinary. People never really notice the things around them as much as they should have. Oh well, can’t help people if they don’t really want to see in the first place.

As the song ends you guys make your way over to the bar ready to buy drinks. A tall lanky man with tattoos and very pale skin comes over to you guys. “What’s your poison?” His long and sharp pointed fangs jutted over his bottom lip as he spoke. You can feel the the warm wave of magic he’s used to glamor himself with disguising his true form.

You can only see a demon’s true form if they want you to. Sort of like fairies but without the whole hating to be seen thing and cursing your family to death. To them it was more of an inconvenience than preference if people started screaming and panicking because they saw something they couldn’t understand much less comprehend.

“Is this club goth themed or something?” One of your friends asks. The man behind the counter smiles an awful razor sharp smile showing off all his teeth. “Yeah something like that. But tonight’s theme is a little special.”

“What is it?” You say curious at what it could be.

“Depraved ladies night sweetheart.” He says fixing his crimson red eyes on you as if he was sharing some kind of inside joke with you. You weren’t amused. He knows what you are. You know he knows. Things like him can always sense people like you. Honestly it’s not uncommon for demons to do business up top. Most corporations are owned by demons anyway. The human ceos and board of directors are nothing more than puppets and stand ins for the real owners. You just wished you had known who exactly owns this particular club before setting foot here. Serves you right for not checking it out before letting your completely normal friends take you someplace new. Demons took business rivalry to a whole other level and weren’t fond of witches they either didn’t know or weren’t on their payroll. If you weren’t careful you might not make it out of here alive.

He turns back to your friends a mischievous smirk on his face. “So be as bad as you possibly can tonight ladies. No one here cares. Tonight is all about what you want. Trust me we got all kinds here. We are at your mercy tonight.” Your friends laugh at his declarations but you just wanna get as far away from him as possible. “Now, I’m Tony your bartender for the night, what can I get you ladies?”

Tony finishes making your drinks and hands them out to you and your friends. You take a sip feeling the cool burn of your drink as it goes down your throat. It was delicious the fruity flavor mixed with the alcohol blending perfectly together. You hadn’t realized just how thirsty you are and end up drinking the whole thing at once. You set your glass down and take a moment to look around you. A waitress dressed in a white sexy cat outfit that barely covered anything was at one of the booths along the walls taking drink orders. She turned and cough you staring. She winked at you with her jade green eyes and blew a kiss in your direction. You blush and look away. Some people in the private booths have already started to have fun getting a little too handsy with each other. And you were more than sure one couple was having a little too much fun if the mewls and moans you were hearing were correct. Well it is depraved ladies night. You wonder if you’ll take someone home tonight. It was your birthday after all and treating yourself tonight was definitely top priority.

As you and your friends begin to walk away a hand comes down on your shoulder. “Baby did you get all dolled up and pretty just for me?” A raspy and sultry voice whispers in to your ear. You turn to see a very tall skinny man dressed in a dark red suit and a red fedora smiling at you. His short hair pure white with streaks of red running through it and crimson red eyes. He looked like one of those 1920s gangsters you saw on tv sometimes.

“Excuse me?”

“What don’t tell me you forgot about me already baby. How cold, your breaking my heart.” You stand there at a complete loss for words. Who was this man? Did you know him? He takes a puff of his cigarette and blows out red smokey hearts. “You know I don’t think you recognize me huh? Here let me just slip in to something more comfortable.” He steps toward you and his glamor falls away like mist. Valentino stoops down to your height grinning at you with his trade mark cocky smirk. You can see your reflection mirrored back at you in his heart shaped sunglasses. “What’s with that surprised look on your face?” he says amused at your reaction.

“I don’t think she knew this was your club Val.” A dark haired man in a dark blue suit with glasses says stepping out from behind Valentino. His glamor melting away to reveal Vox.

He was right you hadn’t known this was Valentino’s club. But as you look around you can definitely see it’s all to his taste. You breath a sigh of relief, the tension in your body finally easing now that you knew you were safe from being potentially killed. No you weren’t on their payroll but you guys had history and you were in their good graces.

Vox looks at you his eyes dancing with mischief as he reaches out to touch you. His finger tips gently trailing down your arm as his smoldering gaze ensnares you. He brings your hand up to his lips and softly kisses your knuckles. “We missed you doll. Did you miss us?” Your face heats up as your heart flutters at his out right unabashed boldness. Valentino clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at Vox’s display of affection. Mumbling under his breath about showing off. If anything could be said about demons it was that once they saw something they wanted, there was no deterring them from having it. They’d have their prize one way or another by any means possible; good or bad. It the one thing you really admired about them. The drive and ambition you wished you possessed to go after the things you really wanted most in life without worrying about the consequences.

For hundreds of years witches have worked with demons to help them expand their empire. What had started off as a desperate plea for help was now a begrudging act of acceptance. You see, back in the day when Christianity was new and on the rise in your town of Madride, nobody really cared for anything the priests were preaching about. It seemed to the villagers that all the Christians cared about was money offerings to the church in the name of their god, more than love and good will towards others. No one was buying it and this angered the church. So in a desperate attempt to seize the people’s attention they created horrid lies and rumors about the local witch families. The lies got so bad that eventually there was so much mistrust between the two people that the church was able to use that to lead their own witch hunts and kill anyone who spoke out against them. That was their real plan, to strike fear in to the hearts of the poor towns folk. To show them that the world was full of wicked and unholy monsters. And that only the church and their faithful worshippers could drive them off.

What a bunch of bull. Oh to be able to see the looks on the corrupt priest and clergymen’s faces when they realized that no, they didn’t go to heaven and were in fact as awful and terrible as everyone said they were.

The church would send their witch hunters out to towns suspected of being infested with dark magic and kill innocent men and women. Yes they were witches but, they only ever used their magic to help and heal others from their sufferings. It seemed like everyone had forgotten who had been keeping them disease free with their herbal concoctions and remedies. Who helped them deliver their babies and made sure the crops did more than well during the yield season for the farmers. It was as if madness had taken hold and everyone was slowly losing their grip on common sense. And even when there was proof still no one would listen to the witches when they spoke of how the church was behind all these terrible things happening. Of how the church was stealing children and live stock from the people. Of how the church was burning crops and poisoning the water supply by throwing rotting animal carcasses in it, not satan and his minions. But the witches’ words fell on deaf ears.

The witch hunters unfortunately were very good at their job. Too good. They were killing families faster than we could come up with new defenses against them. Soon there was only a handful of families left in town and they were terrified. If they tried to leave their town their whole family would be hanged with no trial of any kind. But if they stayed they ran the risk of exposure. Either circumstances were not ideal. Children and pets were not exempt from punishment. The church argued that if they were innocent that they’d just have to suffer for a short time before being taken back in to gods loving embrace. So in a desperate attempt to save anyone else from being killed, all the heads of the families convened under the new moon under the city and decided it was time to ask for help. They summoned Lord Lucifer and struck a deal with him. No the witches didn’t believe in God because they had never spoken to or seen him. But demons, the keepers of ancient and terrible knowledge, had been encountered plenty of times.

The families promised to Lucifer and his kin to spread their vision of corrupting humans however he saw fit in exchange for his help. Lucifer accepted and in return promised protection from the church or anyone who ment them harm. Lucifer only asked that the families had lots of children that way there’d be plenty of workers for him and that this would make the deal more than worth it. Reluctantly the families agreed not having any real choice in the matter. And this was the way of things for a while. Then at the turn of the 18th century as the church’s power began to dwindled and evil creatures of the night fell in to fantasy and superstition the deal changed, slightly.

We still work for the demons but now instead of cursing or hexing them to death, we work at our white collar jobs making sure everyones lives are miserable and unaffordable. Some of us being bank owners or ceos and others politicians put in strategic places to get laws passed that benefited our employers. So yes we still wreak havoc on the towns people but we just do it in plain sight and under the protection of the law.

The demons came topside for coven initiations when the children would turn 21 and come of age to scout out new workers. It was a prestigious honor you had been told over and over again since you were small. One you wanted desperately. To not be chosen wasn’t a bad thing but it wasn’t exactly looked upon favorably by the families. Depending on how high in rank the demon were determined who got first picks and who didn’t. With the new deal came new benefits. The witches would still run the top side business for the demons and in exchange your family not only got paid a portion of the profits but were able to learn all sorts of forbidden knowledge. Old Dark Magic being the most in demand. This was the way of things by the time you were born. Thats how it is and that’s probably how it will be for a while. At least until the world changes again.

Vox and Valentino. God yes you did miss them. You had met Valentino and Vox at a coven meeting one night. They had come to scout for new workers with some of the other overlords. The royals having already came to town last week to take their picks. You were new, barely turned 21 and were being initiated in to the life. You had been working on your necromancy skills since you were 7 and hoped to impress them enough to be put in a prestigious hospital as a head surgeon. As head surgeon it would make harvesting organs to sell on the black market for a higher profit much easier. This was how you planned to make a name for yourself.

As you introduced yourself and what you could do demonstrating your gifts you caught Valentino and Vox’s eye. They had invited you over to their table to drink and dine with them. They had been so witty and charming. Their friendly and casual demeanor was almost enough to make you forget they were viscous creatures that would kill you with out hesitation. But you were still polite and respectful not wanting to get on their bad side. As the night wore on their intentions had become noticeable. It started off innocent with small touches to your face and thighs, that led to sultry kisses on your lips and neck, that eventually progressed to them fucking you in a spare broom closet.

You can remember how they roughly fucked you at the same time driving away all thoughts except how you never wanted them to stop. The way they roughly gripped your thighs and held you open, feeling the sting from their clawed hands dig in to you as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin was all that could be heard. Of how their cocks stretched your pussy out wide and filled you up so good, reaching the deepest parts of you making your eyes roll every time they hit you g-spot. They took turns thrusting up in to you rubbing against your walls just right making sure that you were always full no matter what. Making you a babbling drooling mess and had you feeling as though they were breaking you in half with their cocks. Or the way they had kissed each other right in front of you so lewdly making you moan from how hot that was. You were so loud at one point Vox had to cover your mouth before you all were discovered. But nothing, nothing could’ve made you come harder than seeing the absolutely wrecked and drooling expressions the demons had every time you clenched around them as they told you how hot and tight your pussy was. The soft mewling noises Valentino was making as you chanted his name softly. And the way he had looked at you so possessively as you begged him to make you cum. Or how Valentino had shuddered as you came on their cocks. Oh how he had kissed you over and over again through your orgasm swallowing down your cries of ecstasy, his eyes glowing softly like dying embers were solely focused on you. It was so cute how he tried so hard to hide his whimpers and gasps by biting down on your shoulder as they both came so hard deep inside you a few moments later. You could’ve sworn you saw Vox short circuiting out of the corner of your eye while he was coming. The high you felt from making these two overlords of hell cum their fucking brains out was making you giddy with pride. To know that even if there were others before you, you had done it best. Fuck how could he even think you had forgotten. They had practically fucked you within an inch of your life.

Funny enough though, when the meeting came to choosing workers you weren’t one of their picks. In fact you weren’t picked at all by any of the overlords. Your parents trying to console you only made you feel worse. Your feelings stung by how they discarded you without so much as a second glance. But what did you expect they were literal demons. It was in their nature to be cold and cruel. They saw an easy opportunity to get laid and you had stupidly fell for it. Of course they didn’t think you were special. No you had just been an easy lay. You avoided them for the rest of the evening trying not to look in their direction even though you can feel their stairs watching you closely. Not wanting them to see just how hurt you actually were you pay them no mind not wanting to see them laughing and mocking you. And especially not wanting to see their expressions of indifference etched on their faces.

As the meeting was called to an end and everyone was leaving a hand grabbed your arm surprising you and pulled you aside to one of the secluded alcoves in the hallway and pinned you against the wall. His hands on both sides of you trapping you in his arms. It was Vox. He was glaring down at your feet as if they had done something especially nasty to offend him. He sighs and speaks softly still not looking at you.

“Look I know I’m the last person you wanna see right now and your probably really pissed at me but just listen ok.” You scowl at him and cross your arms letting that be the only indication that you were listening. “I’m just here to tell you that the reason we didn’t pick you wasn’t because we don’t like you or anything. Its because we like you that we didn’t pick you ok. So wipe that look of your face and go back to smiling like you were earlier.”

“Yeah that’s a no. Also if you guys liked me so much then why didn’t you guys pick me? I thought my skills would be of good use? I mean did I do something to offend you or -“

“No!, ” he hurriedly interjects “you didn’t do anything you were,” he pauses and lets out a breathy laugh his eyes softening as he looks at you his hand coming to rest on your cheek, “you were incredible.”

But you swat his hand away not really wanting to be touched right now. “Then what is it? Was I just good enough to fuck but not good enough to work with? Is that it? Oh my god, that’s it isn’t it?”

He rubs a hand over his face with increasing impatience as if I’m just not getting what he’s trying to say. “No! It’s just -, I don’t think -, Val can be kind of -“ he growls in frustration and turns away from you walking a few feet away from you with his back turned, his hands balled in to fists. What in the world was he trying to say? Why couldn’t he just get it over with and spit it out? He takes a deep breath in and releases it. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks back at you over his shoulder. His face set in a hard and cold expression.

“The way we run our business, the way we do things, it just wouldn’t suit someone like you.”

“Whats that supposed to mean?” You say clearly offended and confused “What kind of work do you guys do anyway?”

“Val has an iron grip on the sex industry and I have a monopoly on the entire internet market.” he said it as if it was nothing. Just your everyday ordinary jobs.

“Oh.” you say slightly impressed and distressed at the same time. He stands there looking at you with a look that says told you. And as much as it irked you he was right. Neither of those things suited you. Not with your magic being better suited to necromancy. There was no way you would fit in to their categories of work.

“So what, you came here to warn me? Of what, that you guys might not be good for me?”

He turns back around facing back to the wall.

and answers derisively, “Were demons doll were not good for anyone.” Not good or not good enough you think. The thought makes something in your chest twist uncomfortably.

You knew demons could be kind in their own strange way. But you’d never guess it. Not with all the dick measuring and power plays that went on in Hell. Everyone trying to one up one another. Always trying to manipulate and bring someone else beneath themselves. And for what?

The whole idea seemed pointless to you. Everyone had their glass ceilings that they’d never break. Overlords would never become princes or princesses and those princes and princesses would never become the kings or queens. So why bother at all. But you supposed this need, this thirst for power and dominance was only an illusion to what they truly craved. Love and acceptance. No creature that lived and breathed could be without these things. It was one of the oldest pieces of wisdoms you learned as a witch. That wasn’t to say that if you loved a demon they would love you back and everything would be fine. No this way of thinking was pure fantasy. For a demon to truly love and be loved in return they’d have to go within and introspect themselves and change for the better because they want to. To truly heal and be better. This was something that they’d have to truly want for themselves. But they don’t, just for the same reason you don’t wash your car everyday; you just don’t feel like it. Conform and be sinful or be crushed under the weight of your own pain and anguish. This was the unspoken rule of hell.

Even with knowing all this there was just something about these two that you couldn’t leave alone. It would probably be a good idea if you did but, you weren’t really great at making good choices. You walk up to Vox and wrapped your arms around him hugging him from behind. You can feel him flinch as if this was the last thing he had expected you to do. “If you were really so bad, why come back here to make sure I’m ok?”

He turns in your embrace so that he’s facing you; his hands on your hips pulling you close. “Maybe because Valentino told me to come sort things out on his behalf or he’d kill me.”

You give a small laugh at this, “What, why?”.

“Well between you and me I think it was because he really likes you and was sort of scared of what you’d say.”

“Really,” you smile “an overlord of hell afraid of what I’ll say?” Vox just nods his head in agreement. “I don’t believe you.” you say shaking your head in exasperation.

“It’s true. Valentino isn’t good with saying how he feels. He’s better at showing than telling. Trust me I’ve known him long enough to know. Plus I think he was afraid you’d reject him with how much you were ignoring us. He doesn’t take rejection well if you know what I mean.” You can just picture Valentino sitting in his limo arms crossed with a pout on his face. The thought strikes you as cute.

“Or maybe,” Vox says as he leans close to you your faces mere inches away. “Maybe I really did this for myself. To be the last to see you again before I had to go.” The desire in his eyes makes your face heat up. He leans forward and kisses you sweetly and slowly. As if he’s trying to savor this moment with you. To commit it to memory for later.

That had been about a year ago. You had wondered to yourself many times if maybe Vox had just been being nice and letting you down gently. Which was stupid because why did he apologize at all if they were just going to ghost you anyway.

The sound of Vox’s cellphone brings you back to the present. He lets go of your hand and answers it. His face turns in to an scowl clearly annoyed with whoever’s on the phone. He hangs up and starts to leave. “Everything good?” Valentino says raising a brow. “Yeah just a business associate of ours acting up. I’ll handle it.” Vox bends down and kisses your cheek. “Wish I could stay but duty calls. Maybe another time doll.” He says walking away leaving you alone with Valentino.

“So what are you doing here?” Valentino says taking a drag of his cigarette. The sickly sweet smell that comes from the smoke coupled with his intense stare make your pulse quicken and your head feel kinda fuzzy.

“It’s my birthday and I’m here with my friends celebrating.”

“Oh you came to celebrate huh.” He puts his cigarette down on an ash tray on the counter. His hand tilting your chin up to look at him. Those gorgeous red eyes of his looking down at you playfully. “How about I give you a very special gift just for you the birthday girl? Would you like that baby?” he says gliding the smooth material of his leather clad thumb across your bottom lip. “I know you fuckin’ would. Besides I gotta pay you back for that little slice of heaven you gave to me that night way back when.”

You scowl at him not in the mood for reminiscing. “If I made you feel so good then why’d you ghost me?” The question catching him off guard by his surprised expression.

“What’s with that surprised look on your face?” You say mirroring his words from earlier. “Did you think I’d forgotten? Or that I wouldn’t be upset?” You didn’t really want to fight with him but you were still upset about the whole ordeal.

He quickly schooled his features and smiles. “Aww did you miss daddy that much baby?” He coos.

“Fuck off Val.” You swat his hand away flicking him off turning and walking way.

“Hey come back here. I was kidding can’t you even take a joke?” You walk a little faster but his long legs make it easy to keep pace with you. “I said come here.” He says sounding frustrated. You make a bee line for the women’s restroom and almost make it inside, your hand on the door when, Valentino grabs your wrist whirling you around to face him as a pair of arms wraps around your waist and the other pair of hands take a firm hold on your wrists pulling you flush against him.

“Let me go.” You try to pull out of his embrace but he’s just too strong.

“Firstly, don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” You glare up at him disliking just how easy it is for him to over power you. “Secondly, don’t think for a second I haven’t been dying to see you again.”

“Yeah right, liar.” You roll your eyes looking away from him and not believing him for a second.

He lets go of one of your hands and grabs your chin turning your face roughly to meet his. But you still don’t meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” he demands angrily.

And you do so begrudgingly. But you were not prepared for the honesty and sincerity you see in his eyes as he glowers down at you.

“I ain’t no liar. I’m a lot of things babe, a lot, but a liar ain’t one of ‘em. I’m serious. I’ve missed you.” He let’s go of your chin to cup your cheek. “But I’ve got responsibilities in hell that just can’t be ignored. Things that you can’t know about for both our safety. You think I wanted to stay away. Hell just hanging around me could get you killed.” Then this whole time you thought they had been ignoring you. But in reality all they were doing was protecting you. The cool material of his gloves soothing against your blushing cheek. “But trust me when I tell you, you’ve been on my mind everyday since the last time I saw your pretty face. Also Vox has been talking about you ever since too. It’s been real annoying. He even went as far as to stalk all your socials just to get a quick look at you. Talking about how he misses you and shit. Fucking stalker.”

They had been thinking about you just as much as you had been thinking about them. Happiness blooms in your chest. You were more than to know you weren’t just a quick romp in the sheets to them. “I didn’t know.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about us. But you could if you want to.” the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. You don’t answer not sure what he means.

“I mean,” he says hurriedly as if he revealed too much. “I don’t think you understand just how much I can’t get how you looked that night out’a my head.”

“Then make me understand.” You say challengingly.

He bends down brings his mouth close to your ear. He runs his lips along the shell of your ear giving it a quick kiss. “The way you were driving me crazy with those sexy little noises you were making. Or how that wonderfully tight pussy of yours milked my cock perfectly.” He chuckles at the shiver your body gives as he speaks in to your ear, his warm breath tickling you. “I could’ve taken you for a pro at cock milking. Had me shaking, knees wobbling like I was getting baptized or some shit. Hell maybe I was. I wouldn’t mind getting to worship you forever.” His sinful words were going straight to your core. Of course you remember. How could you forget. It was the best sex of your life.

“What do you say baby? Gonna let daddy make it up to you tonight? Gonna let me worship that beautiful fucking body of yours? You don’t even realize how hard you got daddy’s cock just thinking about it do you?” He takes your hand and brings it right to his crotch. Sure enough you can feel he’s hard as a rock. You cup your hand and massage him through his pants. His hips grinding against the heel of your hand. He leans his forehead against yours as his grip tightens on your waist. “Fuck you don’t even know how bad I want you right now do you? Yeah keep looking at me, ah fuck, keep looking at daddy don’t look way.” As if you even wanted to. “Look at how you make me baby. All bothered and hot just for you.” Seeing him come undone so quickly from your touch make your pulse quicken and your pussy clench. “Just say you want me and I’ll make all those filthy fantasies i know you got locked up inside that head of yours come true.”

You bite your lip and nod not being able to bear another second without him inside of you. “What’s that? Daddy couldn’t hear you baby. Your gonna have to speak up.”

“Yes. I want you Val. Please make me feel good tonight.”

“That’s my good girl.” Valentino says taking you by the hand and leads you away from the dance floor and out the door that says exit.

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You straddle Valentino’s lap in the back seat of his limo. Grinding against each other as his hands are fisted in your hair while he kisses you. The warm wet glide of his tongue against yours making you feel dizzy with want. Your hands parting his coat to undo the buttons on his long sleeve business shirt. The front of his pants soaked from your wet pussy. He breaks the kiss with a lewd smacking noise and you moan as he bites your lip tugging on it gently with his sharp pointed teeth. You run your hands down his bare chest feeling his stomach muscles jump under your feather light touches. The ravenous hunger in his smoldering gaze makes you tremble all over. There was a promise in those eyes of his but whether it was of pleasure or something else entirely you weren’t really sure. Never had anyone looked at you with such need, such desire it was entirely and inexplicably intoxicating. If you weren’t careful this man would be your undoing.

A pair of his hands pull down the front of your dress exposing your chest. An appreciative hum rumbles from his chest as he brings his hands up to touch you. The cold leather of his gloves making your nipples peak and pebble as he caresses your breasts. “Damn baby, you really do have a perfect fucking body you know that?” Your eyes flutter as his fingers gently pinch and pull at your nipples making you gasp softly and arch in to his touch.

“Wish you would suck on them.” you say wanting to feel his warm mouth on you.

“Oh do you now?” He said pleased by your filthy words. “Then beg nicely first.”

“But I did.“ you pout up at him.

But he remains stead fast. “No, you said I wish. Wishing ain’t begging.” You just look at him not sure if he’s serious or not. But he just leans back in his seat a pair of arms spread wide across the tops with a challenging expression on his face daring you to make your next move.

Fine if he wanted to play hard ball then so would you. You rise on to your knees, hands on his shoulders as your chest is level with Val’s grinning mouth. “Please daddy suck on my nipples. Please use your mouth to make me feel good.”

Delight lights up on his face at your act of sluttiness. Something about this man brought out a naughty filthy side of you that you didn’t even know existed until you met him. “My baby’s such a little slut tonight aren’t you?” His hands come away from the tops of the seat to slide up your back bringing you closer as he slowly circles your nipple with his tongue before sucking on it. Tugging on it gently with his teeth. You let out a gasp letting your hands come up and rest on the back of his head for purchase as your head falls back and you surrender to his wonderfully talented tongue. You bite your lip trying to stifle your voice as you feel the sharp sting of Valentino’s teeth bite down on the side of your breast hard enough to leave a mark. He soothes the bite with gentle licks lapping up the tiny droplets of blood that well up. He trails his lips to the other breast giving it the same treatment as the first. He’s so attentive and gentle with you. Could this really be the same cold and heartless Valentino all of Hell feared? The cruel and power hungry moth pimp? The same man who mistreats and hurts people for a living with out a care? How? The difference between the two was so enormous as if they weren’t even the same person at all.

The cool air inside the limo contrasting with his hot mouth make goosebumps break out all over your skin. The hands on your waist slide down to your to your thighs and up all the way under under your dress. He groans in to your chest and looks down. The look of unbridled lust in his eyes as he sees you’ve gone commando tonight. “And just who the fuck were you gonna give this pussy to tonight huh?” He says angrily. A harsh smack lands on your ass when you don’t answer fast enough. “Were you gonna give some nameless dumb fuck what’s mine?”

You shake your head. “No Valentino I -“

Another harsh smack lands on your ass. “Shut up,” his hand tangles in your hair angling you to look down straight into his eyes as he sinks two long fingers in to you. “Now let me make this clear,” his voice dropping low and dangerous as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you making you hot all over. “If you ever let anyone beside Vox an I touch you I’ll kill’em. “ His fingers massage your g-spot. “I’ll kill’em so fucking painfully and slow while you watch. Then I’ll fuck you right on top of their life less body.” You could hear the lewd squelching sounds your pussy was making. “No one touches what’s mine and lives. Do you understand?” a smack to your clit had clenching around his fingers, juices running down your thighs. His threat shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. But oh god it did.

“Yes, yes I understand. Yours, all yours Val. No one else.” You babble already almost at your limit of teasing.

“Good.” He says satisfied with your answer. “Hmmm what’s this?” Val looks down at his hand currently fingering you to see it’s drenched in your love juices. “I guess my baby is more depraved than I thought huh?” You chose not to answer. Not wanting to boost his monstrous ego anymore than it already was. “Damn, your really clamping down on my fingers. What, did my little speech really do it for you?” He laughs derisively. “If your this wet I guess your ready for the main event then huh.” You moan as his fingertips brush against your g-spot on last time before withdrawing completely.

You almost stop breathing as you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. The way his tongue curled around each finger before taking it in to his mouth and sucking on it. It was the most erotic and sinful thing you’d ever seen. “Shhh don’t whine daddy’s knows what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you real good alright baby.” You hadn’t even realized you made a noise.

You watch as he undoes his pants. The clinking of his belt as he unfastens it sounds too loud in the quiet of the limo. He pulls out his thick 10in cock and sighs as he strokes himself leisurely. “Come here.” he pats his lap and you lower yourself back down till you can feel him lined up with your entrance. You try to sink down on the tip but are stopped by his hands holding you in place. You look up at him in confusion but he just smirks. “Nah not just yet.” He moves to rub the head of his cock in small tight circles on your clit. The much needed friction making your thighs tense and shake, driving you crazy. “You like that baby? Want me to put it in? Want me to shove it all the way in deep inside huh? Want it real fucking bad don’t ya?”

“Val just get on with it already.” you say impatiently. You were so done with fore play and you wanted him to just hurry up already.

“Nah, a slut like you has to work for this cock.”

“But you said you’d spoil me remember?”

“That I did. But that was before I knew you were gonna spread you legs tonight for some fucking cocksucker nobody.” He says glaring at you. “So now you beg. Beg me and I’ll give it to you just the way you like it baby. Rough and deep.” He leans down and kisses down the side of your neck; sucking marks here and there. “Look at how wet you are down here for me already. Your pussy is practically drooling all over my cock.” You look down to see he’s right. His cock was wet and shiny as your juices drip down his shaft. “Hurry up and beg already. She’s hungry, aren’t you baby,” he starts slapping his cock against your pussy and watches as it clenched around nothing “and I can’t wait to feed her, her favorite meal.”

Arrogant jerk you think. Valentino could be such an annoying pain at the worst time with his cocky attitude. But as much as it killed you to admit it, he was right. You wanted him. Bad enough that you were willing to put your pride aside an beg him to fuck you.

But you know how to get him to give you what you want. You place your hands on his face pulling him down your lips against his and whisper “Please fuck me Valentino. I need you so badly. No one else can make me feel the way you do. I know you want me just as bad as I want you so top pretending already.” You say as you place chaste kisses on his lips trying to entice him to give in and break.

Your plan works but his face has the exact same expression from the last time you guys were together. That look of lost and confused. As if no one had ever spoken to him like this before. Had no one said these words to him? No that was ridiculous. He was the overlord of lust and depravity. Surly tons of past lover had said these exact things to him too many times to count. But then, why was he looking at you like that. As if no one ever had. No. Now was not the time for such thoughts. You put it in the back of your mind and bring yourself back to the present moment. The one where your about to give Valentino the ride of his life; give the lord of lust a run for his money.

His grip on your hips eases letting you lower yourself down on him. You both sigh as the head of his cock slips into you. You relax letting yourself take more of him in. The delicious stretch making your walls flutter around him. He makes a choking noise and grits his teeth as you sink down about half way. God he was so thick how did you manage to take him and Vox at the same time before when you already felt this full. Taking him slowly was probably best but you just couldn’t wait anymore. You rise up till jut the head was in and just let yourself slam down on his cock. “Fuck.” Val growls through clenched teeth, his eyes falling shut as his head falls back against the seat. The stretch bordering on painful but you didn’t care. That was more than fine with you so long as you got to see Valentino’s calm and collected demeanor shattered. You wanna see it again. To see him writhe and squirm until his a complete wreck under you. To see him so desperate and hungry for your touch as you were for his.

You slowly lift yourself halfway up. “Val,” he lifts his head meeting you gaze as you say, “look at me and don’t look away.” as you let your self drop down. His eyes seemed to glow darker and brighter in the darkness of the car as he tries to keep them open. You could see the way he was fighting to keep quiet as if he wasn’t affected at all but you weren’t fooled for a second. You could feel how his thighs tensed and hear how his breathing had started to pick up. Making him come undone so quickly was enough to make you giddy with confidence.

“Tell me, tell me how much your enjoying this Val.” You say breathlessly, a cocky smile on your lips. His eyes bore in to yours. Taunting him might not have been the best idea but it sure as hell was fun. His hands griped your waist tighter, his claws sinking in to your flesh. You hoped it left marks in the morning. It would be your proof that he was really feeling it and loving it. “How much your, ah, loving how good I make you, fuck, make you feel. Tell me, oh god, how you’ve never had a, fuck, had a pussy as good as mine.” You laugh bouncing on his cock as his scowl deepens. “Nothing to say? Oh fuck, guess I’m just that good -“

You feel it. You feel the exact moment that Valentino’s resolve breaks. In a flash his hands come around your neck cutting you off as he plants his feet and just starts driving up in to you with reckless abandon. Your surprised screams of pleasure filling the inside the limo. “What’s the matter?” Where’d all that confidence go? Who has nothing to say now? Tell me!” The way he bounced your body up and down on his cock as if you were nothing more than a rag doll had you more turned on than you cared to ever say. His glasses skewed on his face as sweat falls from his brow. You close your eyes and held on for dear life just letting yourself get lost in the feeling of being used by him. Fuck it was too much and not enough. He was stretching you out so wide that it felt as if you could feel every ridge and bump he had on his cock. He was so deep it felt as though he was in your stomach. He adjust his hips slightly hitting your g-spot. You screamed, surprised by the blinding pleasure and the intensity of his thrusts. You knew you’d never go to heaven but hell of it didn’t feel like you were already there. Your toes curling each time he hits your g-spot with the head of his cock. You look up at him tying to convey what you can’t say; More, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please make me cum, I want to cum.

“That’s it baby, fuck, scream for daddy. Let everyone know who’s cock is making you feel this fucking good.” He snarls. “Fuck it’s too good. Your pussy is sucking down my cock like a pro. So good,so tight” he says drool leaking down his chin as he looks at you as if your the most fucking mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen. An wasn’t that just the best damn compliment you ever heard. The lord of lust saying you were the best he’s ever had. You almost came for a second.

Liquid fire felt as if it was coursing through your veins as stars danced across your vision. “Please, please let me cum, oh fuck please.” You beg him as tears form in the corner of your eyes. You were so close just a little more. And there it was again just like last time. That look of possessiveness in his eyes as he looked down at you. “Fuck what are you trying to do to me?” Awe and confusion mingled with frustration colored his voice. As if he couldn’t quite believe what what happening. “You think you can just make me feel like this? What are you doing to me? Are you trying to fuck with my head?” He growls. He was panting hard now moaning unabashedly mouth open to far gone, beyond the point of caring. He was close, you could feel it by the way he twitched inside of you each time he bottomed our and how his thrusts were starting to become choppy losing any sense of rhythm.

One of his hands came away from your neck to rub tight circles on your clit. “You wanna cum, then go on cum for daddy. I give you permission to cum on this cock baby. Let me feel how much you love gettin your shit wrecked by me.” That was it. The tight thread in your belly snapping and you were coming. Wailing as you came not caring if the people outside in the parking lot heard you. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” Val cursed his eyes slamming shut as your walls constructed and fluttered around him pulling him over the edge with you. He thrust in to you a few more times before hilting one last time. A cry of your name on his lips as he shuddered, his hot semen spilling inside you filling you to the brim.

Oh god you were still shaking as you sat there letting your brain come back online. That was it. These damn demons had ruined you for life. There was no going back to sleeping with humans now. Labored breathing was the only noise now inside the car. Valentino released his hold on your neck. “You good?” he asks sounding winded as he gently rubs your neck checking for any signs of bruising. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer and kiss him. Your tongue sliding between the seam of his lips asking for entrance and he grants it. The way he kisses you was so tender and almost loving. This was only your second time being with this man and already you could feel yourself getting lost in him. Your heart feeling as if it’s swelling with some indescribable feeling as he wraps his arms around your back pulling you close so there’s no room in between. His other hands rub soothing circles on your waist where he gripped you too hard.

When your both done redressing as best you can Valentino presses a button and speaks in to a speaker. And to your horror the driver of the limo answers. “What’s your address?”

Are you taking me home?

“Yeah why you not done partying? I guess we could go back inside and have a couple of drinks it’s only 2. We still got another hour before last call.”

“No, I mean thank you for, the ride.” Thank you for not just sleeping with me and then ditching me like last time is what you really want to say but you don’t. You give the driver your address and the limo starts up and pulls away from the club.

Valentino light a cigarette the soft glow of the bud illuminating his face. He offers it to you but you decline. Smoking not being your thing. He rests his chin on his palm on the armrest of his seat as he looks out the window. You sit there awkwardly not sure how to proceed. But he decides for you as he pulls you closer to his side. One arm draped over your shoulders and another wrapped around your waist.

“It wasn’t a coincidence that we met here tonight was it?”

“Aren’t you perceptive.”

“How’d you even find me? How did you know I was going to be here?”

“I used a locator spell I got from an old acquaintance to find you. As for how I knew you’d be here tonight, I didn’t.“

“So what you built this club close to where I live and came everyday hoping to maybe see me there.”

He just shrugs his shoulders and continues to look out the window as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.”

“You could’ve just come to visit me or I don’t know maybe called me, you know.” Your starting to suspect what Vox had said about Val being scared of what you’d say was true. But again why? You were no threat. Or was it more of a feelings problem than a physical one. Demons after all are unfortunately all emotionally immature. No matter how strong and powerful they were.

“Why don’t you live with your folks?” He asks breaking the silence. Witches tended to live with their families till marriage but you had to move out sooner. The shame and disappointment had gotten to be too much for you.

“It’s complicated.” He raises a brow as if saying try me. So you continue. “My family and I haven’t really been on good terms since initiation last year.”

“How come?”

“Well as the only child of the house of Dramir it is, was my duty to bring honor and glory to the family name. I had planned to make that happen by showing off my skills and catching the eye of some overlord who could make that happen. That was how I was going to make a name for myself. But it didn’t work out like I had hoped.”

“Wait aren’t you guys supposed to have lots of kids for crap like that? Why are to an only child?”

“My parents did try a couple of times before me but those pregnancies ended up being still borns. My parents were devastated each time. They had lost hope of ever having their own child. Until they had me. I was their little miracle. So with that they poured all their knowledge and resources in to making me as strong as I could be in hopes of impressing you guys. But i guess I just wasn’t what you guys were looking for.” Valentino laps back in to silence and doesn’t speak for a while. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows out small smokey red hearts. You watch as they bump against the car window and slowly dissipate. Then finally he turns his attention away from the window and on to you.

“That doesn’t explain why you moved out?”

“Witch society can be brutal and very shallow. To be turned away from being picked at initiation is the equivalent of being told that your weak and worthless. Because if you are valuable and of use then there would be no reason to not be chosen.”

You can remember the awful things people said under their breath about you. Or the mocking your parents endured during coven meetings. Of how all the other parents gushed about their child’s new position only to ask “ - and what about your daughter? What does she do?” The absolute duckers that had been.

“I am now the reason my family is the laughing stock of our people. A disappointment my grandmother had outright said to my face. My parents never say it out loud though which I think is worse but I can see the disappointment in their eyes and their tight smiles whenever I’m mentioned. So now I live here in Miami. Hopefully this will be far enough away that I won’t bother my family.”

Valentino just looked at you a myriad of emotions playing out on his face as you told your story. But he didn’t say anything to which you were grateful. “Big skip across the pond for a fresh start. Not the worst decision.” It was actually the best decision you had ever made. Here there was no pressure to perform. No old biddies telling you how to act and how to live as a witch. Out here you could breath. Being a with was who you were but that doesn’t mean it should be the only thing you are. You’ve enjoyed finding out what kinds of things you like to do and how you really want to dress and wear your make up. Never again would you be modest or conservative about anything ever again.

“So what do you do now?” he asks curiously.

“I now am the proud owner of my own business.” you tell him proud that you were able to start a business all by yourself.

“Oh.” He says interested. “And what exactly does your business do?”

“I sell my magic to those who can afford it.”

“Like what, 5 dollars a pop for a tarot card reading?” He smiles and chortles.

“No.” You say playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “It more like 25 dollars actually.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “There are other things too like potions and spells. But the real money maker is letting people talk to their passed loved ones.

“A seance, your shitin’ me.” He out right laughs.

“No not a seance.” You scowl at him for even mentioning that horrible cheap carnival trick. “We both know that those things aren’t even real. The people who conduct seances are fakes and phony’s. They make the rest of us, true practitioners, look just as phony and stupid as they are.”

“Jeez sorry.” He hold up his hands on mock surrender. “Don’t get your panties in a twist”

You roll you eyes at him.“Whatever. Now with me. People call me when they want to have one last word with their deceased loved ones. So I go down to the morgue with them and reanimate their loved one calling the soul back to the body. It only last an hour any more than that and the dead will be in terrible pain. This is usually enough to help the living move on.”

“Sounds like your making decent money.”

The limo comes to a halt in front of your apartment complex. You don’t really want to go though. Your afraid that this might be the last time you ever see him. He makes no move to disentangle himself from you. Valentino takes one last drag of his cigarette before snubbing out in the door ash tray. “I’m taking you out this weekend so be ready when I get here at 8.” How rude, but your happy he’s making an effort to see you again. “Ok.” you say.

He gets off to lets you out and helps you out of the limo. Your about to walk off when he catches your wrist gently pulling you back. You let him hold you against himself. He brings his hand to your chin and tilts it up as he bends to kiss you. He tastes of smoke and ash. The kiss ends just as fast as it started. He lets go of you and you walk to your apartment. He stands there watching you go in only getting back in his limo once you’ve entered your home safely. You watch him leave the parking lot from your window praying time will fly by till the weekend comes.

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Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #loki x reader #loki imagine #tony stark #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 3 years ago

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I’m just having such a difficult time today Sea, I’ve been searching and searching all day and I just can’t seem to find any of the people who said $18 was too much. Have you seen them? I’m so worried I can’t find them. Maybe they’re busy, maybe they had work or school and they’re typing up their angry rants and shady tweets right this minute and plan to post them soon. Or are those just reserved for Louis? No that can’t be it, that’s just ridiculous because they love them equally. They definitely wouldn’t just gloss over something being overpriced for one of them but repeatedly drag the other right? Of course not, because they love them equally. Maybe I’m just impatient and I have to wait longer, I’m sure they’ll be posting them soon.

I’m sure Louis is in the top 5 of their Spotify Wrapped. They’re just shy about posting their love for Louis 🙈

I’m sure LTFashionArchives will do a Louis Tomlinson end-of-year sorter. Right? (oh wait there are multiple events for Harry… that’s so sweet! Louis’ is coming, for sure. Right? They’re still Larries, right?)

I’m sure someone will say organically sourced and distributed merch can be priced equitably as well; organically sourced clothing doesn’t cost more to ship. Louis’ merch costs considerably less and is organically made and shipped. And is better quality. So it’s possible, sugar cubes!

It’s okay to fly around the world in a private jet multiple times if you’re producing organically sourced merch, honeybees. It’s okay to sell Covid merch made by unprotected people in a factory during a pandemic, my tiny watermelon sugars! Harry kept their jobs for them! King of helping the working class!

Yeah, Larries must just be busy. They’ll say it soon. I know it.

They’re going to start posting Louis’ photos soon, because Harry’s tour is over, right? There’s gotta be some space on their accounts to squeeze in some Louis, since this is his birthday month. Right?

Maybe they don’t know how to search for Louis unless they’re getting praise for it, or to talk about him without punishing him for “stunts.”

You know, the way they blame Harry for Holivia. God, Harry really did throw it in their faces, didn’t he? And they really resent Harry for it, the way they refused to buy Walls or stream Louis’ music, don’t they?

Oh. They don’t blame Harry? Huh.

The old 50-50. Maybe 60-40, since Harry is “more active.” Okay, maybe actually 99-1, but Louis is still important because he’s the mean daddy who supports Harry. Meanest. Most brutal. Smol but rough. Louis’ definitely the “man” to our pink pearly princess (oh wait… I thought pearls and colors weren’t gendered, and anyone could wear them which means wearing them is a purely aesthetic, not activist choice). (Then why was Harry’s band dressed by their biological gender colors? If color is meaningless? Someone explain.)

Come on. It’s just in our heads, because we’re Rads. Surely $70 for three nail polishes is very, very reasonable, when you think about how necessary nail polish is. Vital.

If you buy Pleasing, you’re probably ending world hunger, so in a way you’re being a dick NOT buying it. Anyway, don’t let Rads gaslight you (because they hate Harry), but if you’re really a good fan, you would buy Pleasing. I mean, that’s up to you, of course. No pressure, but ALL the real fans buy every Pleasing merch in every color. It’s totally up to you, sugar 🥰

(Remember real Larries support Harry and real Larries support how Louis supports Harry, sweetie)

#Larries #how they gaslight everyone including themselves

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extremelyblackandwhite · 5 years ago

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i wanna know what love is - 12

Pairing: rockstar! sebastian stan x writer!reader

Warnings: fighting and relationship abuse

A/N: sorry for not posting yesterday, was working til late and finishing some uni work so I didn’t even remember to post this. anyway, loving all the feedback, i’m so happy that i get to write for you guys. hope you enjoy xx

Last Chapter // Next Chapter

Y/N loved proof reading her fellow colleagues articles, specially because she proof read senior writers articles. It was almost like a masterclass in how to write, how to tell a story, almost no gossiping, just pure good writing. This was the type of writing she wished she could do but there was still a very very long way to go. She stopped looking at her screen to look at her wall, trying to relax her eyes from reading twenty articles so far. Just because they were well written it didn’t mean she really cared about it. She loved writing about pop culture but if she could have anything in the whole world, she would be an essay writer for the New Yorker. However, to reach big dreams you gotta start small and she knew what she had to do.

She had her headphones on, hitting her pencil against her knee as she read another chunk from another review on a new artists album. It was a rather easy job, just look for typos, look for repetitive words. She was basically an English Teacher correcting various reports. It was good to take her mind off Sebastian and Melody. Maybe Mary was right, maybe she did like him but that was something she did not want, at all. Falling for a rockstar is a rockie mistake, something she promised herself she wouldn’t do yet here she was.

Y/N was about to fall asleep when a loud crash noise followed by arguing was heard through her walls. She jumped out of the bed, her robe on as she walked out of her bedroom, the sound of arguing getting louder. Mary and Fred were also out of their bedrooms, with very annoyed faces.

- It’s alright, Y/N. - Fred spoke as he noticed Y/N out of her bedroom, clearly worried about the arguing sounds. - It’s just Sebastian and Melody.

- Are they okay? - she walked over to Mary who was dressed in a baby doll, leaving no question as to why they were annoyed. They had just been, well, interrupted by the fight.

- Yeah, it’s normal. They fight a lot. - Mary put her arm around her. - It’s awful, always happens when I’m trying to get some.

- Shouldn’t we check on them?

- No, honey. Things can get quite ugly between them and we don’t like to come in ... - another shattering sound came from the room where Sebastian was staying. Y/N made the choice in that moment to see what was happening and even despite Mary calling her and telling her not to get involved, she marched up to the room pushing the doors open and coming face to face with an incredible mess. There was shattered glass by Sebastian’s side and right now he had his hands up trying to reason with Melody who harshly turned her head to look at Y/N.

- Do they not teach you manners in NY? - she had a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand and if Y/N didn’t know better, she would’ve thrown it. Y/N turned her head to look at Mary, gesturing at her to join her and the red head rolled her eyes before walking to her. - Four’s a crowd, girls.

- Why don’t you come with me, honey? - Mary walked up to Melody, holding her by the arm and almost pushing her out of the room, leaving Y/N and Sebastian alone.

Sebastian took a step backwards, sitting on his bed, one half over his left cheek and the other on his forehead as he stared at the ground. The silence was enervating, even more enervating than when he poked fun of her. She walked over to him, taking a place next to him, not exactly knowing what had just happened or what to say.

- Are you alright? - she decided to ask a pretty neutral response. Knowing him as she knew him, he was either nice or harsh and she did not like it when he was harsh. He had a specific talent for being the meanest person when acting harsh.

- Yeah, I’m fine, Y/N. - he placed his hands on his thighs breathing out. Y/N noticed a small cut on his left cheek, bleeding. It wasn’t bleeding too much, but she understood why he had his left hand on his left cheek.

- C’mon, let’s clean that up. - she took his hand and walked over to the bathroom, carefully trying not to step on any glass. She knew there was a first aid kit somewhere in the bathroom and after snooping around every single cabinet and drawer she found a small red caboddle with a white sticker along with the red cross. She pulled it out and placed it on the sink, opening it and took out some antiseptic liquid, cotton rounds and a band-aid.

Y/N told him to sit by the edge on the bath tube, opened the antiseptic liquid bottle and dipped a cotton round in the liquid. She started to clean the wound but, like a child, he just hissed and pushed her back.

- That hurt. - he complained before she could ask why was he acting like a baby. - Warn a guy next time.

- I thought rockstars were into pain. - she went back in again, a look in her eyes that scream don’t try to touch me.

- In bed not anywhere else.

- Next time we’ll clean your wounds in your bed. - Y/N rolled her eyes again, opening the bandaid and putting it over his wound. He smiled faintly, eyes going up slightly to stare at her as she cleaned up the surroundings. - There, you’re all set.

- Thanks, Y/N. - he tried to get up and return to his room but Y/N pushed him back into his seat. - What are you doing?

- What happened, Sebastian? - she had her hand still on his shoulder, making sure he wouldn’t try and escape. Well, not that he didn’t have enough strength to overcome her hand. However, the look on her face made him weak, that look of worry that he hadn’t seen in ages. - There’s glass all over your room, you have a cut on your cheek, and I saw Melody holding a bottle.

- Maybe I like it rough. - he smirked at her but Y/N was far too smart to know that it wasn’t just rough stuff in the bedroom, specially because they were both fully clothed. - Y/N, I’m a big boy, I’m fine.

- That coming from your mouth sounds really filthy. - Y/N said, a sly little smile finding itself in her lips making Sebastian roar in laughter, throwing his head back. - Sebastian, we’re worried about you.

- Who’s we? - he raised his eyebrow at her, one hand holding himself up on the bath tube rail.

- Me, Fred, Mary ... I’m not sure about the other boys but they probably are too. - she pushed her her hair behind her hair, hating that it always seemed to get in her peripheral view. - It’s not just a couple’s fight and you know that.

- Don’t worry about me, Y/N. - he got up, hand on the nape of his head. His head lower to stare at her, still sitting by the bath tube. - C’mon, don’t look like that.

- Like what? - she crossed her arms, standing on her feet to stare at him with a look he didn’t really enjoy. A look of at the same time deep care and disappointment. - That’s abuse, not fighting.

- You’re being too dramatic. - he mindlessly held her hair, his fingers intertwining with hers. - Besides, I’ve had my fair share of relationships, I know what to do.

- No, you don’t. - she took her hand away from him, holding it against the other hand that was resting against her stomach.

- Sebastian! - someone banged on the door, making Y/N silently swear under her breathe. She knew who it was and she was not gonna stand in the line of fire, therefore she removed herself from the room by taking the second door that lead to the hallway. Sebastian didn’t even have time to apologise to her as Melody walked into the room, pushing him against her chest and hugging him. It just didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel warm enough. - Baby, I’m so sorry. I lost my temper.

Y/N walked into her room and leaned against her door, breathing deeply. Her chest felt heavy, she didn’t feel good letting him be alone with her but there was nothing she could do. It wasn’t like she could call university services anymore and have them sit Melody and Sebastian down, it wasn’t like she could sit them down and have a talk. To be completely honest, she felt powerless and she didn’t know why she felt so powerless.

- Honey. - she could feel someone knocking on the door behind her. - It’s Mary, honey.

- Everything alright, Mary? - she opened the door to see the redhead with a sad smile on her lips.

- I should be asking you that. - Mary came in and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. - You’re in deep, Y/N.

- You saw what I saw.

- I saw that it bother you more than it bothers him. You know that he would dump her if you told him you liked him.

- I don’t like him. - Y/N sat on her bed, staring at her friend. - And even if I did, he wouldn’t dump her for me. After all, the reason he’s leaving is because all the boys have someone.

- Is that what he told you? - she furrowed her eyebrows, and took a seat next to her.

- That’s what I assumed.

- Honey, that’s not the reason he’s leaving. - Mary sighed. - He’s leaving because of what happened last year.

- What happened last year?

- He overdosed.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan one-shot #sebastian stan AU #seb stan #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine

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apheamoon · 4 years ago

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Lonely Souls - Chapter 2

A/N: My second chapter!! Oh my gosh you guys, I wanted to thank all of you who read the first one! It had so much engagement towards it, which I did not expect in the slightest! Thank you all so so much, and please enjoy this second part ❤️

Warnings - based off the MCU (set directly after the events of Endgame), there’s going to be a slowburn to the relationship, love triangles, slight angst.

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The Milano was silent; in front of the Guardians lay a figure, wearing a broken down helmet, a torn jacket that scraped just around their thighs and boots that looked like they were 3 sizes too big for them. The view to each of them was astonishing - even Thor was intrigued by what lay on the table. For once, the prince was silent, softly scratching on his stout belly as he looked down.

Mantis was standing at the head of the desk, her antenna softly twitching as she grasped onto the figures head. Closing her eyes, she went quiet for a moment, before a small gasp of shock escaped her lips.

“What?” Quill sighed, slightly frustrated that his search for Gamora had come to a sudden halt, “What’s happened?”

Mantis looked up to the others, her eyes glimmering with a familiar look of terror. Her already pale face washed over, and she soon had a ghost-like look plastered onto it. As if in a trance, she immediately turned back down towards the figure and went silent for another few moments, before her voice finally whispered out a single word: “Grief.”

The Milano suddenly corrupted into a chorus of whispers and remarks. Standing on Groot’s shoulder was Rocket, his paw latching onto his best friends wooden neck for support. His eyes narrowed as he looked down to the figure on the table, and his ears rolled backwards, like before. Something wasn’t right. Quill shared a look with the raccoon, and sooner or later found himself walking towards the figure on the table. His eyes filled with curiosity as he looked to the mask - familiar yet different in so many different ways. Even the way that this figure was dressed...it reminded him of something that could only be described as nostalgic. The mask was a big clue as to what this person (or creature) worked as too - a scavenger. Considering Peter worked as one for the majority of his life, he knew what one would look like, but this figure wasn’t familiar to him in the slightest.

“Careful,” Nebula was standing in a shadowed area of the ship, her arms folded across her chest as she looked to the crew surrounding the table. Her voice was quiet, but definitely loud enough for them all to hear her, “We don’t know what, or who, it is.”

“I am gonna be careful,” Quill pulled a face of sarcasm over at the blue robot, his hand reaching over and pulling the mask off of the figures face, “I am the captain, aren’t I? I’d say I made pretty good choi-“

With the scavenger mask now in Peter’s grasp, he and the rest of The Guardian’s could finally see what the figure was, and his sentence fell short of silence. On the table lay a woman, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. She looked an awful lot like Peter - species wise anyways. And Quill hadn’t seen another human, in space, for a long, long time.

“It is a female dude!” Drax declared, his voice serious as he looked down towards her, “She reminds me of Quill. But not as stupid-“

“No, no,” Thor cut in on Drax’s comment, tapping his shoulder and grinning, “This is clearly a fair maiden. One of the best too, may I add. Very pretty!”

Hopping from Groot’s shoulder, Rocket made his way towards the girl lying down and took a long sniff of her hair. He then gagged and stepped backwards, covering his nose with his paw and shaking his head in disgusting.

“I am Groot?” Groot tilted his head over at Rocket, making the raccoon nod his head and choke out a cough.

“Yeah, buddy. She smells like she hasn’t showered in about 5 years!”

Quill was silent, likewise to Nebula. The two were waiting for Mantis’ comment. What else was this girl thinking, feeling? What had happened to her? Why was she floating through the sky?! And why was there another human in space after the snap? Walking backwards from the table, Quill scratched his beard and raised an eyebrow over towards Mantis, hoping she would give the crew some more information before this girl woke up.

Looking to Quill, Mantis tilted her head slightly before she nodded and looked back down towards the body on the table. With her antenna glowing, she suddenly trembled.

“She feels...confusion...pain...and sadness. Loss - she has lost people dear to her!”

A look of sadness washed over Peter’s face, but he quickly wiped it off. With a sigh, the thoughts of the snap rushed through his brain. All of The Guardians had lost someone to the snap, so this girl had clearly lost people to it too. Quill didn’t quite realise the scale that Thanos had achieved to reach, but he too was snapped out of existence...so, in some ways, he could sympathise.

“Wake her up.” He told Mantis, his voice soft, yet firm.

Nodding, Mantis closed her eyes and reached her head towards, her voice going down to a low whisper, “Wake!”

Bracing themselves for the worst, Rocket had already been around and taken any weapons from the woman. On her, she had a small bounty knife and a laser gun. Apart from that, the only mechanical things the woman had held onto was her mask, but that was already with Quill at this time.

As soon as the words, “wake”, left Mantis’ lips, the girl shot up on the desk, wide-eyed and confused more than anything. She scrambled up from the table she was laying on and staggered backwards, crashing into the wall and freezing, suddenly. She was in a room with complete strangers, on a ship she wasn’t used to and it was like her brain had completely stopped working on her. Turning slowly, the girl swallowed thickly and gave the figures a shaky wave, still trying to process what exactly was going on.

“W-w-who...?” She choked out, her back pressing firmly against the wall as she looked to the crew.

“You don’t have to make owl noises at us, we aren’t gonna hurt you,” Quill smirked, walking over to the girl and handing her the helmet.

Taking the helmet from Quill’s grasp, the girl nodded slightly and cleared her throat, trying to make sense of what was going on. She was on a strangers ship, with a raccoon, a tree, a yellow ant, a man covered with tattoos, a blonde Santa Claus and someone who looked like they just walked out of a thrift store. She tried not to act confused, but she really, really was. Her head was spinning, like someone was shifting through her thoughts or something, and for some reason she was finding it hard to catch her breath.

“This better not be the replacement for my sister.” Nebula sighed, walking out of the shadows and standing next to Quill, making the girl in front of her jump. She hadn’t noticed Nebula in the shadows, and she looked like the meanest one out of the lot.

“It’s not,” Quill fired, his eyes flickering from the new girl’s over to Nebula’s, “She’s not!” Looking back over towards the girl, he cleared his throat, almost flustered, and gave her a sympathetic smile, “Do you remember your name?”

The girl nodded, slowly, but she was still confused on what to make of the situation at hand. Placing her helmet on a small desk to the side, she took a step closer and watched the others carefully. They seemed nice enough - but she had to remember that this was space. Not everyone was as they seemed in these parts.

“Y-yeah, I do,” She replied, the shake in her tone remaining, “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N? It sounds like a leaders name!” Drax whispered over to Groot and Mantis, and the two nodded in agreement.

Quill shot them a look as if to say, “oh, c’mon guys”. Even when a new person joined the ship, even if it was for a brief moment, it seemed his crew wanted a new leader every single time.

“I’m the leader!” He said, quickly, “This is my ship-“

“-my ship...-“ The grumble came from Rocket.

“-And I have lead this team to many, many victories!”

This was a lot to take in for Y/N. First, she was still confused. Although the others seemed somewhat comfortable in her company, the whole ship was ultimately foreign to her. She was used to her own ship, back with her own team. But they were gone, supposedly. Why else would she have been floating through the air? She gave Peter a dumbfounded look when he mentioned ‘victories’. It was one that Drax noticed, and he immediately jumped to her rescue.

“Quill saved the universe through a dance battle!” He told her, his voice having the same serious tone in from before, “I thought it was stupid, and non of us joined in, but he kept on dancing.”

“I am Groot!” Groot added with excitement, though his eyes were glued down to the same video-game console from before.

“H-hi Groot,” Y/N waved over to the youngest on the ship, not quite understanding his language but going along with it anyway, “I’m sorry but...I don’t understand how any of this has got to do with victories or...leadership,” Her eyebrows quirked with suspicion and she looked back over to Quill, “A dance battle?”

Peter was massaging his forehead at this moment, his body slouched and leaning against the table that Y/N was once laying on. He let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was something he was getting used to, naturally. The insults The Guardians would innocently throw at him. But he was a good leader. He was definitely a good leader.

“Yes, a dance battle.” He whispered, his voice pained with what could only be described as cringe.

“I heard he sung too,” Nebula added, “A song from his mixtape. He sung it to my brother, Ronan, so he could get the power stone for my father, who is now dead,” She turned to Peter with a look of disappointment, “My sister really did date an idiot.”

Y/N tried hard not to smirk during this conversation. Although everyone was having digs at this Quill guy, it seemed like they were all close. Like a family, some would say, but also as a team. It also felt like, to her, that they had been working together for a few years. It felt slightly wrong on her behalf, almost as though she was intruding their ship.

As she went deep into thought, she began to ignore The Guardian’s absent squabbling and she herself began to think about her past. What had happened for her to be floating through the air the way that she did? And why weren’t her crew looking for her? She must have looked as though she was in distress of some sort, because Thor soon shadowed her and gave her the smile of a goof.

“Lady Y/N,” He started, his voice deep but quiet, “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you floating through space?”

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years ago

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Who's Sorry Now?

Summary: You and Loki have a disagreement, but it's nothing an apology can't fix.

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, a little size play, and dom/sub noncon

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"No, Loki. Not happening." Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at The God of Mischief.

Plastering on his best salesman grin, Loki answered, "Darling! I think it's a very reasonable request. Won't you even consider it? For me?"

You lowered your arms and worried your bottom lip as you considered his words. Locking your eyes on his, you nod yes as you move towards him. When he wraps his arm around you, confident in his powers of persuasion, you rise up on your tip toes and huskily purr, "No fucking way, darlin'!" And you punctuate your displeasure with a hard shove against his ribs before storming out of the room.

That was three days ago and in front of half of The Avengers. Since then you'd done your best to keep clear of Loki and, really, anyone else. It wasn't your best moment since joining the team but you also knew that you weren't in the wrong, not about this.

Your rightness wasn't keeping your bed warm at night, however. You had the whole mattress to yourself and for the first time cursed it's king size. It was too big without a long, lean son of Odin under the covers. You didn't even want to sleep here without him.

Growling with frustration, you snatched up your pillow. With that and the throw blanket with Loki's face on it, a birthday gift from the Trickster himself, you resigned yourself to a night on the couch. At least those cushions would cuddle up to you. You could snuggle into thier softness and pretend it was the warm body of Loki.

To the living room, you thought glumly. Your hand was on the bedroom door's knob when it turned on its own. "What the..." you started but then Loki pushed passed you, "We have to talk."

No knock, no permission granted. Just strolling into your room like it was his, like you were his, a thing under his control. But he was nice to look at, you had to admit that.

Damn him. He was too handsome to be walking around here with barefeet. The grey sweat pants barely holding onto to his trim hips, a black tank top doing nothing to hide his wide shoulders, and that hair cascading down his back made your throat go bone dry.

"Talk?" You squeaked. After days of missing his physical presence, Loki was making up for lost time. He seemed to fill your room, sucking up all the air, making it hard for your lungs to work correctly.

Turning to face you, Loki repeated, "Yes, we have to talk."

His gaze flayed you raw. You had on one of his t-shirt, the hem dragging across your upper thighs, barely covering your boy short panties. And you were wearing those fluffy bunny slippers with the sagging ears, you were so adult and so childish all at once. Loki felt a familiar stirring low in his belly but forced himself to ignore it and you until he had his say.

Turning his back on you, Loki began, "About your tantrum..."

You were blinded by a flash of red hot anger. Your tantrum? "No. Nope. No fucking way. You aren't coming in here, uninvited by the way, and lecturing me about anything." Standing toe to toe with Loki, you weren't going to hold back.

Annoyance flashed through Loki's blue eyes, "I will lecture you and I will advise you and you would do well to listen."

Glaring at Loki with a growl you continue, "Ya know what your problem is? You always get what you want. It's bullshit and you know it."

Loki lifted his eyebrow, it was his only discernible movement. "Bullshit? Really? And your behavior? What is the word for that, darling?"

You didn't have a ready answer for that. Loki knew it too.

"Uh huh. I thought so." Taking a deep breath Loki forged on, "Look, I know you think my asking Thor to keep an eye on you when I'm away is... degrading? But I need to know that you're safe and honestly I don't trust anyone on this planet except for you. However, Thor is my brother... and his feelings about my past aside, he would never allow harm to come to you."

You twisted out of Loki's space wanting to put some distance between you two so that you could think straight. You realized why you were so pissed in a burst of clarity and felt your shoulders sag. Loki thought you weren't capable of handling yourself.

Turning your back to him, your voice low, you say, "I can take care of myself, Loki. I've been doing it for years. Since before I ever met you, I somehow managed to keep myself alive."

Reaching for you, Loki captured your wrist and held you firm. "I know, you foolish, head strong woman. Can't you see that's why I want someone looking after you if I am not able to?"

When you turn, facing him fully, Loki can see the shine of unshed tears in your eyes. Shifting his tone, he chides you, "Darling, you are no longer on your own. People around here rely you. They need you! I need you!"

"Ha!" It's a mirthless sound and you hear Loki sigh. After years on your own being with The Avengers was welcome but you had found it hard to shake your lone wolf mentality. The idea of leaning on someone instead of yourself was the scariest thing you could think of, and entirely out of the question.

"What will it take for you to believe me? How can I make you see just how much I worry when I can't touch you, or hold you? And what would I do if something happened to you? Have you ever considered that, my darling? Did you ever think of me when you were pouting and pushing, angry that I offered you my love and protection?"

Advancing on you like a hungry wolf during your dressing down, Loki had cornered you and you were normally smarter than that. You were trapped against the wall by Loki's smoldering anger and his imposing presence. And still you wanted to push back. Your hands balled into fists, ready to fight Loki if you had to, refusing to back down from his challenge, unwilling to give in to The God of Mischief.

Your wide legged stance and squared shoulders gave you away. Loki wasn't expecting you to submit, not without some sort of explanation, but he hadn't considered how hard you'd hold out. And here you were waiting to strike, ready to battle him if it meant you didn't have to bend to his one request.

"Loki... don't." Like a rattlesnake vibrating, you warned him that you were ready to strike.

"ENOUGH!" Slamming his hand into the wall beside you, Loki bellowed his frustration and you flinched at the ferocity of it. You thought you were battling smarmy Loki, sweet talker, silver tongued persuasion master. Furious Loki was another animal all together and truthfully, it shook you. Loki took advantage of your moment of doubt and grabbed your hands, forcing them over your head.

You snapped and squirmed like a fox in a snare. "Let go, Loki!!! Let me fucking go!!"

"Not a chance, love." Loki's strength was more than you were used to, him being a God and all, but this wasn't fair. You were rarely at a disadvantage with an opponent, much less one who'd seen you naked so many times, and you found it infuriating.

"God dammit, Loki! What do you want from me? What?" Loki was so close now that shouting wasn't necessary, but you did it anyway. Even as you jerked and twisted in his solid grip, you knew the only way out was through, but you weren't ready to concede just now. All your struggling had managed to do, beyond provoke Loki, was cause your shirt to ride up, exposing your soft belly. Loki longed to stroke that silky skin once more but not when you were gnashing your teeth like a shark on a hook.

"What I want, dear one, is to be with you forever. And I won't be able to do that if you're dead." Pausing dramatically to press his hips into yours, Loki observed, "Since I have certain responsibilities on planets other than this, I simply want you to allow any other person you know to check in on you until I can get back to you. Back to the toughest, angriest, meanest Midgardian woman I happen to love."

"What?" You froze in place, physically stunned by Loki's words. Then Loki crushed his lips to yours, sealing your squeals between your mouths. He licked your lips, eager to slide his tongue down your throat, but you refused his entry. So Loki did what any mischievous man might, he pulled your earlobe with his teeth and whispered in your ear, "Open up to me, little one. Please just let me love you the way I know you need me to."

His free hand brushed up your bare tummy not stopping until it cupped around your breast. Under your night shirt Loki rolled your hardening nipple, pinching it tighter and tighter while pulling it away from your body. The stretching burn you felt made your knees buckle and you were almost glad that Loki was holding you up because otherwise you'd be on the floor.

Your body flushed with heat, lower lips flooded with arousal, slick with your desire. It had been three days without Loki and your libido was making up for lost time. When Loki nipped at that spot where your collar bone dipped you couldn't help the sigh that escaped you.

Ever watchful, your God seized the moment. He pushed into your mouth with his tongue at the same time his hand began rubbing your mound over your panties. Head spinning, moans bubbling out of you like water out of a fountain, your body responded to every stroke of Loki's. In a part of your mind that was getting harder to hear you knew you should be mad but Loki had just tugged down the waistband of your boy shorts and oh my God! His deft fingers were ghosting over your clit.

Loki traced the line of your slit with his slim digits breaking your kiss to tease, "My, my... did my pet miss me?" You answered, "yes..." so softly that Loki almost didn't believe you had said it.

He released your hands in that second. One arm behind your neck, the other under your knees, Loki swept you off the floor and swung you towards your waiting bed. Laying you down easy, Loki wasn't too far behind, and you felt the mattress dip under his weight.

Dragging your shirt up by the hem, Loki pulled it off you with little effort. You felt the chill night air on your soaked skin and knew your panties were gone. Loki even ripped your bunny slippers off, and finally having you bare before him, smiled down at you. "My fierce warrior queen. So beautiful, so angry, so mine."

His kiss was hungry and you arched into it, meeting his need with your own. Your hands yanked his tank top over his head, ruffling his hair, as your desperate mouth took more and more from him. Rising off the bed, your hips sought out his stiffening steel, anxious to have Loki inside you.

Wasting no time, Loki shimmied out of his sweats, and you gulped at the sight of him hard and unyielding in front of you. "Loki... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." A sob hitched in your throat. You didn't want to ruin the moment but you also wouldn't be able to enjoy Loki's attention without making amends.

"I know you are, dove. Now, on your knees, and count."

Loki's open palm connected with your naked rump in a loud smack! "One!" Your eyes burned with hot tears and your core contracted. Two and three were close together, the sting making you moan out thier numbers. By seven your ass was hot to the touch, your voice raw and your pussy was aching with emptiness. Loki swiped his hand across your drenched folds causing you to jump. "You are so wet. I think you like it when I spank your bottom. Do you?"

"Uhh... yes... Yes!" Loki plunged two fingers inside of your tight canal, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. You shuddered when Loki curled his fingers against your sensitive walls. You groaned when he removed them from you entirely, leaving you empty and wanting.

"Not so fast, dearest. Open." Loki pushed those same fingers over your parted lips. "Taste yourself, taste just how much you want me. Aren't you delicious? Do you see why you're precious to me?"

Between Loki's wicked words and the flavor of your nectar filling your mouth, you were starting to feel the building charge of electricity in your core. That humming of power which signaled your climax was slowly growing in volume.

"You cum when I tell you, is that understood, little one?" Loki always seemed to know when your body was sending out sexy signals but you are disappointed. You huff around his fingers, cross at his denial but you understand that playing this game will pay off in the end.

"Understood?" Loki's free hand grips your chin and forces your head up.

"Yes." You drool. His fingers now free of your juices, Loki holds your head still, his thumb pressing your tongue down. Flashing your wide eyes up to his as he brushes your full bottom lip with his heavy thumb, you hear Loki's silken murmur, "You look unbelievably sexy, kitten." And you practically purr like one at his praise.

Loki presents his hardened cock for you to enjoy and you mewl with pleasure. He's thick and long, already beaded with precum. You reach forward tongue first, licking the sweet release from his sensitive head before swirling your tongue around him. Loki bucks his hips forward and suddenly you're taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks to accommodate his size and using your fist to keep up the friction where your mouth can't reach.

Loki controls his pleasure by wrapping his hands in your hair. A tug this way, a tug back, holding you still as he pumps into you, not settling on any rhythm, just using you as he sees fit.

"On your back." Growling Loki pulls out of your mouth with a pop and shoves hard on your shoulder. He's between your legs, his quick hands coasting over your milky thighs, his thumbs spreading your lips, exposing your secret skin to the cool air.

"You cum when I tell you." Loki reconfirms your directive as he positions himself at your tight cunt. You're so wet and waiting that he enters you further and faster than he'd intended.

"Loki!" You almost shout at the fullness of him inside of you. He laughs roughly, "I know, you're such a slut for me. It's one of the things I love about you!" Without wasting any time Loki is slamming himself hard into your molten center. You realize this fuck is about his pleasure first, yours second. The pace he sets is fast and firm, your breasts bouncing with each inward drive, wetness running between your ass cheeks with every withdrawal.

"Say it again!" Loki commands. "Wha... what? Say what?" You're confused and fuzzy brained from lust.

"Tell me how sorry you are... make me believe you!" Loki never lets up even as he's giving you orders.

Pitifully you whimper, "Loki! I'm so sorry baby! I was wrong! I... I know you're trying to keep me safe... I'm sorry, so so sorry!"

"You are? You seemed pretty angry earlier." His hips stutter, changing his angle just enough to draw a squeak from you. "I was... but I apologize. I'm sorry baby, so sorry that I messed up."

"Cum for me. Do it! Right now kitten, cum on my cock!" Your body clenches tight around Loki who is buried to the hilt inside of you. Spasms of satisfaction shake you both as you come apart around each other.

You pull Loki down for a kiss, fucking his mouth with your tongue, as you both ride out your climaxes. Flopping down next to you, Loki pulls you into his chest. Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, his breathing heavy still, Loki says, "I do love you, you little brat.", a smirk playing over his lips.

"I know. I love you, you big bully." You pant against his ribs, "Just make sure Thor knows that I can handle myself. I don't need him to babysit me."

"Babysit you? Of course not. I want him to make sure you have those little cookies you like so much and that you're not watching Stranger Things without me." You realize then just how off the mark you've been about this Thor situation.

Loki laughs, "Babysit you... Ha! You could take him in a fair fight, no question... But if trouble does come, he'll have your back." Searching your eyes with his blue ones, Loki adds, somber now, "That's all the comfort I'm taking with me on this mission, you know. The idea that you'll be safe and warm and waiting for me here when I get back. Without that... well, I don't know why I'd even bother."

You pull him into your arms, eager to ease his worries. "I'll be here. I'll be waiting." You tuck a strand of black hair behind his ear and kiss his cheek.

"Next time, let's try using our words first." Loki teases you sweetly.

"Maybe next time explain yourself instead of ordering me around?" You counter.

"Ok. I can try that." Nodding Loki agrees.

"Ok. Me too." You mirror his movement, a shy smile playing over your lips. Sitting up with a grunt, you add, "But if you think I'm not watching Stranger Things while you're gone, you're crazy."

"Do it, darling, and you'll be sorry."

#loki x reader #loki smut #hot loki #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #marvel smut

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diningpageantry · 6 years ago

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Nemesis

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16979847

Word Count: 2040

Summary: Simon and Baz work at opposing coffee shops with a little more than your typical rivalry against each other. (POV Simon)

Carry On Countdown 2018 Day 19: Coffee Shop AU

“Oh will you stop teasing each other? Fucking hell.” The toothbrush nearly falls from my hand, head spinning to look at Penny leaning against the doorframe. Part of me resists claiming that I’m not ‘teasing’ him; I’d just told her through a frothy mouthful that I’d written his name as ‘Bass’ again today, and now she has the bollocks to tell me that we’re flirting?

“We’re not flirting, Penn,” I mumble, taking the brush out for a moment before jabbing it back into my mouth and scrubbing. I’m looking in the mirror when she responds, only seeing the back of her head, but by her gesture I can tell she’s got some sort of feeling here.

She snorts, raising her hands in the air. “You said flirting, not me.”

I roll my eyes, scrubbing my mouth for a solid 15 more seconds before spitting out a mouthful of soft green foam and rinsing my mouth, turning to Penny and pointing a finger at her. “We are not flirting. He’s practically my nemesis; why the hell would I flirt with my nemesis?”

A loud snort comes from her throat. “I think nemesis is a tad of an over exaggeration. You work at opposing shops, it isn’t like he killed your first born.”

Twisting the cap off the mouthwash, I roll my eyes and let out a “not yet” under my breath. That deserves me a solid pinch on the arm.

And like that, she disappears into her room and leaves me here to sulk, staring into my eyes through the bathroom mirror, cheeks full of burning rinse. I gargle, then spit, eyes locked down on the drain as I flick the water back on and brush it over my lips, then splash it in a wave over my face. Once, twice, then grab a towel and pat myself dry.

I don’t know why I agreed to go to this party knowing that he’ll be there.

All six feet (and maybe a few odd inches), perfect hair, flawless cheekbones and eyebrows and bloody fucking eyes and pretty much the rest of his god awful face of him.

All his fucking sharp dressing, condescending, “I’m-Better-Than-You-Because-I-Shop-Local”, leather wearing, sports car driving, posh accent-having of him.

Basilton fucking Pitch is gonna waltz right up to the party, probably his fucking henchmen at his sides because that’s what they are; he’s practically a supervillain. If you caught Basilton Pitch in a dark room with a spotlight in a turned around armchair, I can nearly guarantee that it’d spin around with him stroking a white, longhaired cat and you’d be like “Well fuck, this is where he belongs”. Even the name sounds like he’s got a master plan to destroy you (or maybe just steal your fucking customers by guiltripping them into thinking that by going chain for anything is killing local businesses). I need tips, too, and not all of us have rich fathers at home who can pay for what benefits cover instead of shitty corporate options.

Standing in front of my mirror, I scan over my sad excuse for a party outfit. I feel like a fucking fool whenever I’m next to him. It’s probably because he wears ridiculous button downs that don’t even have breast pockets somehow while I stand next to him in a 1970s nike tee that I found in a thrift shop dollar bin.

I grab a hoodie as I step out of the bathroom, throwing it on while patting around for my wallet and phone.

It feels like Penny’s practically dragging me there. Honestly, I have no idea whose party this is; shit, all I know is that Baz is gonna be there. Even when I asked Penn, she was vague about every part of it. “Oh, the host’s someone I met in a baseline Business Writing course.” When I’d asked what the hell ‘business writing’ even entails, I ended up bored and tuned her out after hearing ‘grant writing’ and ‘sponsorship proposals’.

You’d think that a student who takes ‘Business Writing’ wouldn’t be so popular, but here we are, a crowded one bedroom, one bath flat ten minutes from campus filled with the reek of spilt beer and hot from people’s continuous breathing.

It takes me nearly five minutes to actually get to the alcohol, and once I get there, I just grab a beer and start chugging.

Add a few shots, maybe one more beer, then definitely another shot or two and I’m completely smashed, eating half a pizza slice in one bite as I sway to the music blasting on the speaker by my ankle. I think it’s Whitney Houston, or Kesha. I can’t remember.

And there he fucking is, across the room with his head leaned back against the wall all coolly. His hair’s knotted up in some bun, and his eyes are shut. You’d probably mistake him as sleeping upright, somehow in full fucking control of his body (honestly, wouldn’t put it past him), but instead he’s got a slight nodding to the music going. He’s got a drink in hand, mostly finished.

I don’t realize my feet have been taking me to him until I’m staring close enough that I can count the eyebrows on his forehead, then he snaps his eyes open to me. Immediately, his lips pull down into a snarl and his gaze narrows in on me. “Snow.”

My jaw hangs open as I squint at him and slur a “Basilton”, trying not to lean forward and topple myself over. My feet steady on the floor, a little too far apart for a normal pose, but I guess I could be preparing for a physical brawl.

He sticks his nose up at me, slowly raising his cup to his lips and sipping with unfair grace. As he pulls away, his lip’s shiny and dripping a tad. Clearly he's fucking pissed and didn’t catch the last drop . My first thought is to lick it up, but then I trickly try to snap away from it.

I want to ask myself why I'd want to lick that up, but that’s a loaded question and I don't think I can even think in “real” sentences right now.

“Who invited you?” I half taunt, raising my eyebrows to him. I’m trying to be intimidating, but it’s failing miserably. In return, he’s just making a deeply offended face and retorts back.

“It’s an open party; I had a class with Megan. And Dev fancies her.” His head tilts slowly to the side as he talks, eyes resting boldly on mine. He rarely seems to break eye contact, making me squirm under his intense gaze.

I snort, raising my eyebrows to him in a very Baz-manner to mock him. “Good thing you’ve got classes; can’t stay making shit lattes all your days.”

He just laughs back; shortly, all in my face (granted, we’re practically in breathing room). “At least I have a future beyond barista tips, Snow.”

“Funny, you talk all up about your fuckin… free… range… beans… then look at you, eh? Economics major, dickwad.”

“I’m no fucking capitalist,” he spits, sneering down at me. I think I’ve leaned closer, because I can see the close details of the recently shaved smoothness of his chin. “You work low wages for a large company without good benefits, you’re fucking bold.”

“I’ve got benefits! Loads!” I call out, waving my arms to the side. My beer sloshes in my hand, spilling a bit onto the carpet. I disregard it, feet stumbling forward. “I’ve got plenty of customers too, since they can read our fucking menu.”

He gasps this time. Genuinely, outright gasps in the meanest way I’ve ever heard anybody fucking gasp, staring at me and looking borderline hurt. “My cursive is exquisite, you uncultured heathen.”

I smile with my entire face, wrinkling my nose up at him. “I don’t scare away my customers though, mister big fuckin cranium! And see! I can speak in big fucking words, arsehole.”

Now he looks more confused than anything, squinting at me as his jaw hangs open and eyebrows knit together. He blinks, squinting further. “You… are quite possibly one of the most pea-brained people I’ve ever encountered,” he laughs square into my face. I think our noses are touching. “Do you think about the words as they leave your mouth? It’d be a goddamn miracle if they even went through any critical thinking process!”

“I’m fucking loveable,” I hit back, head swaying a bit as I talk (or maybe just tilting? Leaning? What the fuck is happening?) “Everyone thinks I’m a ball of fucking love, bitch.”

“You’re more than insufferable, that’s what you are,” he breathes into me.

Then, what feels like out of nowhere (or perhaps it isn't), I’m pushing him against the wall. His mouth’s against mine, and he tastes like the poorly mixed drinks he’s probably been downing all night. Vodka, spiced rum, sugary juices and lemon lime fizzy. I don’t think the taste matters much, though. I don’t think anything really matters much, frankly, because he’s currently spilling the rest of his drink down my back as he wraps his arms around my neck and hauls me closer. I couldn’t care less. I’m on my tiptoes, snogging the life out of him in the middle of this party (I want to take him home and see how he's look below me). He’s leaning down, kissing me back like I’m worth all the air in his lungs (seriously, I need him in my bed now.)

Seems like he’s got the same thought on his mind because the hand on my back keeps tugging my tee, taking fistfuls and just holding me towards him, not letting me go (I might not fully know what I’m doing, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a mistake).

It isn’t until Penny finds us, tugging my shoulder away from Baz and starting to pull me back from him. He lets out a whine, eyes wide as I’m dragged off and Penny shoves herself between us. “You are trashed,” she accuses, poking a finger at my chest before swivelling to Baz. “You are trashed too.” She glances between us then huffs. “Give me your phone.”

“Fuck you, Bunce, I was in the middle of something” Baz mumbles, dragging his phone out and slapping into her palm. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody with the balls to say that to her. Fuck it, I was that something was in the middle of, but she just looks like she has some sort of feeling (I don’t really know, she’s complicated and usually she says a lot of words that I don’t entirely get and the musics really loud and god I need to pee). While I'm struggling to figure out the situation with my lips not attached to Baz's, Penn types something into the phone and shoves it back into his hands.

“Dial his number in the morning. If you dare fucking ghost him, I'll show up to your flat with a knife and I'll make a handbag out of your skin,” she says flatly, grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me out as I’m complaining loudly. She doesn’t stop dragging me until we’re back to the flat.

After probably the best piss of my life, I find her waiting in the hall with her arms crossed, looking awfully pleased with herself.

I groan, rubbing my face as I practically stagger in place, giggling to the spinning motion of the room. “I wasn’t making a mistake, Penn,” I mumble, rubbing my face as my shoulder leans against the wall (it’s an awfully tight hallway).

“I know, Si,” she says, tutting as she opens my bedroom door for me. “Just get some sleep; you’re going to have to actually use your brain tomorrow and figure wherever the fuck that was..”

“I was snogging,” I mumble. “That's all.”

“With Baz?”

I shrug, smiling at the memory of his lips against mine. Penn just scoffs behind (beside?) me.

“You're gonna have to talk to him, Si.”

I groan again, this time much louder, hitting the pillow and nuzzling into it immediately. “Mmmm I hate that.”

“I know, I know. Goodnight, Simon.”

“Mmmhmm nighty nighttime, Penny.”

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #397

"Nether Rescue, Plucked Phoenix, Pineapple Curl”

[Winston] Dispatches of a couple of wither skeletons that had charged them at the top of the fortress-

[Helm] - forcably guides Legion into the fortress halls, which other than Winston, is eerily quiet - There should no one in here, the battle wiped everyone out. Why are they here?

[Winston] - Just because they were wiped out in the past doesn't mean a few wouldn't come back. For awhile this would be the safest place if there were very few here

[Helm] - frowns, remembering their not to distant past - There are far more than any of us liked, the meanest biggest one commands the rest. They control... Or rather attempt to, the other mob's... And not obeying isn't an option. That's why I left when I had a chance.

[Winston] - Don't worry, I will not allow you to be dragged back into all of this

[Helm] I'm more worried they found Sammn.

[Doc] if there's Someone making trouble here I'm happy to take them out. I don't need the headache of organized hostile mobs.

[Winston] - If it comes down to it, the Matter can take command here

[Helm] The only thing preventing that is most of my kin... aren't the brightest. The Skells spent more time coraling them & getting them to listen than working on more elaborate plans.

[Sammn] - drags herself up & starts trying to figure out a way out. It doesn't take long to figure out she's in a small 3x3 sealed space. Putting her head against the warm wall, she struggles to listen for any sounds.

[Doc] Is following her signal and hir boots ring sharply on the nether brick floor. - I don't think involving Cp is necessary.

[Winston] - For now

[Doc] Rounds on him- no, not ever. If i have to rage around here myself to put things in order I will. I'm not having Cp organize an army under my nose and then bitch about how stressed out he is. I hate to pull this card, but I pay the rent here. He doesn't.

[Sammn] - thinks she hears faint voices, but can't be sure. Not knowing what was surrounding her, she doesn't want to risk teleporting. Drawing her knife, she starts striking the wall, giving off a dull ringing -

[Winston] - I am not arguing with you Doctor, just stating what I know works

[Legion] - has lagged behind, stopping in an intersection. Giving a look toward the others, it hops down a different hall -

[Doc] Glances back- unless you want to be lost you better get your cubic butt back here.

[Legion] - grumbles but slowly hops back -

[Winston] - How much farther Doctor?

[Doc] She's very close... Sammn?

[Winston] Keeps an eye on their surroundings-

[Sammn] - hears something and starts hitting the wall harder -

[Winston] Turns his head towards one of the walls, hearing the thuds- Doctor...

[Helm] - goes over to the wall, listening - What is that?

[Doc] I'm gonna find out- They start breaking the wall away with gusto. - Hang on, we're coming!

[Sammn] - hears louder voices and backs up -

[Doc] Breaks through the wall- Sammn! Are you hurt???

[Sammn] - blinks in surprise - Doc? What are you doing here?

[Helm] - peaks into the hole and sighs in relief - We have been looking for you.

[Doc] Looking for you! You've been missing for days. Your pigman friend and pet bird were beating the fuck out of Legion because they thought it did something to you.

[Sammn] Days? - stumbles out - And why where you beating Legion, Helm? [Helm] Cause since it did this - looks annoyed as they point out her arm with the blackened area on her wrist - you have been acting strange. Then you suddenly disappear and it ran off.

[Doc] Do you remember anything?

[Sammn] I remember thinking I needed to get somewhere I could think without it hurting. - looks confused - But, now... It's started again.

[Legion] Our mark should not be causing pain.

[Doc] Either way, I think we should get out of here.

[Winston] - Agreed, I can hear others farther down

[Doc] Shall we take the fast way now that we're not worried about wrecking or being noisy?

[Helm] Yes, the faster the better.

[Doc] Goes back down the hall a little. And shapeshifts, breaking the ceiling away and then headbutting a wall so the blocks make a crude slope back down to the shore of the lava lake-

[Helm] - climbs out, stopping to help Sammn -

[Legion] - growls and starts hopping it's way down, slipping halfway and tumbling the rest of the way down -

[Doc] Oooch. I'd help you but you said it's not safe to touch you. - they scuttle down the slope and protect the others as they run back to the portal.

[Winston] Traverses the terrain easily-

[Legion] - more grumbling as it rights itself -

[Doc] Picks up a block and uses it to push Legion fully upright.

[Legion] - flails at the block - Cease, we are fine.

[Sammn] - watches them, then turns to look around the area. When she does, it becomes clear there is a large red stain on her side, with several small holes burned into her dress.

[Doc] Sniffs at her. - You are very injured... -They hurry her to the gate- Go inside. I'll go last-

[Helm] - shuffles her ahead and through -

[Winston] Steps through as well-

[Legion] - follows -

[Doc] Shrinks down and changes hir mode to survival again briefly before crossing through.

[Mb] Is loafing on the other side. - Have fun chuckleheads?

[Sammn] - once thru, groans in pain - [Legion] - stares at Sammn's side - The Mark has been triggered again.

[Doc] Do you know what it's responding too?

[Legion] - it's orange eye looks at Doc - She was our Host. What triggers it, we do not know, but it prevented us from taking full control.

[Doc] Geeze... And you said I can't heal it for you...? What if I tried to numb it by cutting your connection to that part of your skin?

[Sammn] I don't know, you can try.

[Mb] How bout you get the fuck out of my place first?

[Doc] Yes, yes. Come on, let's go to my house.

[Winston] - If you do not mind, I will return to my Master's place

[Doc] If you wish, thank you for your help Winston.

[Winston] Nods respectfully before heading off-

[Doc] Offers Sammn an arm and helps her walk the short distance to the side door.

[Sammn] - each step makes her flinch more and more. At the door, she pulls away from Doc. - Stop, stop.

[Doc] What? What's the matter?

[Sammn] When you touched my arm, it got worse. Considerably.

[Doc] Pulls away uncertainly - Am I the one setting it off???

[Sammn] I don't know, it has been hurting on and off as I've been traveling around. Out by my place, it hurts less. Over here, it's constant.

[Doc] Is it proximity to Herobrines in general?

[Sammn] - looks worried - That would make sense, but why?

[Legion] -garble-laughs as it's orange eye glows - It is his Mark, His summoner.

[Doc] So... it's trying to keep you out of the influence of other brines? Maybe?

[Sammn] - looks angry - I am rapidly getting tired of this.... I can't think straight, I can't sleep. I can't remember why? I'm beginning to think it would have been better to just have left me wherever you found me.

[Doc] Looks rather hurt - I'm just trying to help... I think we need to find your friend. And if you're that desperate.... I know a place with no brines and you won't be expected to do anything.

[Sammn] - tries to calm down - I'm not ungrateful Doc, I know you are not the cause of my issues. No one here is. My apologies... I just feel broken.

[Doc] Wilts- I know that feeling all too well.... But my offer stands. No brines.

[Sammn] - shakes head - No. Trying to avoid it hasn't helped, so maybe it's time to confront it head on.

[Doc] I wonder what would happen if you got close to the big summoner?

[Sammn] Big summoner?

[Doc] Points to the high skinny tower behind the shrine. There's a black beacon at the top of it ringed by flaming netherrack- It's mostly full of slime blocks but there's a basic summoner tower at the top and a special reversed summoner TLOT built for Steve.

[Sammn] At this point, I'm willing to try. It's either that or get someone to look at my dreams.

[Doc] Let's try this first and then bug Cp. I wonder if... - Xe calls for Deerheart over the chat.

[Deer] Responds and starts making her way towards them-

[Doc] Waits for hir mate-

[Deer] - Comes out- Yes love? What do you need?

[Doc] For some reason me touching Sammn is paining her. Sammn? Can you just graze Deerheart and see if it's the same with her?

[Sammn] - reaches out and touches her, then shakes her head - Nothing. Who's the next closest Brine?

[Doc] Well I was thinking... Deerheart? Can you fly Sammn over near the summoner?

[Deer] - Sure, I can do that- She steps away and shifts her shape- Climb on Sammn

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[Sammn] - climbs on -

[Deer] Flies her up to the summoner- Here we go

[Sammn] - braces herself, expecting the worse -

-At the top of the tower the golden summoner burns merrily and it's diamond echo glitters in the sunlight above the room-

[Sammn] - can feel some weird pull - How close can you get?

[Deer] - I can knock out some of the glass and you can go right in if you want?

[Sammn] Please.

[Deer] Carefully knocks out a couple blocks and gets close enough for Sammn to jump in-

[Sammn] - jumps in and stumbles as the pull gets stronger. Walks toward the golden summoner, each step increasing the pull. Reaching out, the symbol on her side flares bright red and burns her dress over it. Forcing herself to touch the summoner, she screams but keeps her grip. For one brief second, anyone sensative to the summoner feels its pull and it's gone. Sammn releases her grip and plops down, dazed.

[CP] In chat- Who's fucking doing what now!?

[Mb] chat- Stop playing with that fucking thing!!!

[TLOT] chat- Is someone in trouble?

[Sammn] - blinks a few times then slowly manages to access chat - I think u were right doc that hurt

[Doc] Is fretting. - You called out at least. The summoner does reach beyond the server when it's used intentionally. The only way to increase the range is to.. throw a live animal on the fire....

[Helm] - is freaking out - What!

[CP] In chat- You'd just call me if you did that Doc

[Doc] chat- You're not the only Herobrine that likes a sacrifice Cp.

[Mb] Chat- Yeah, I like a good BBQ.

[Sammn] - closes eyes and hears something, not with her ears. It's a faint voice, fimilar but she can't make out any words. Opening her eyes, she types in chat - Doc I can hear someone

[Doc] chat- That's a good start. Can you get a sense of a direction? Or understand what they're saying?

[Sammn] direction sorta words no

[Deer] Quietly- Sammn? Do you need help getting out?

[Sammn] - looks up and tries to get up, fails and plops back down - Probably. Don't feel like I have the energy to do much but sit. Sorry.

[Deer] Shifts back and slips inside- It's okay, I'll take you to one of the recovery rooms if you want

[Buff] Peeks up from the stairwell- Is everyone okay up here?

[Deer] - Ah, perfect timing Buff, do you think you can help me move Sammn?

[Sammn] - looks dazedly at Buff -

[Buff] Sure! I'd love to help. - He notices the big bloodstain- You look hurt! I'll be gentle. - He scoops her up as easily as a kitten and cradles her to his huge chest. - Where are we going too?

[Deer] - The recovery rooms downstairs

[Buff] Absolutley! -Starts walking downstairs.

[Doc] in chat- Is everything okay over there?

[Deer] In chat- For the most part yes, I'm having Buff help me move Sammn to a recovery room

[Doc] Good- They glance over- Legion, Helm, you two should still come inside.

[Helm] - darts toward the door in a panic -

[Legion] As you wish.

[Doc] And if you want food ASK. I have pets, leave them alone.

[Buff] Takes Sammn all the way across the house and down to a warm room near the lava pools in the lab.

[Sammn] - is mumbling - The lieutenants needs to move the others .. (mumble) Only the knights... (mumble)

[TLOT] Hears them coming and comes up the stairs with Steve to check on them- Oh dear.

[Steve] Sammn?

[Buff] Poor thing.

[Deer] - I wouldn't get too close TLOT

[TLOT] Okay.... - he stays outside the door to the room.

[Sammn] - mumbles - Take the king out first...

[Steve] Is she dreaming about chess?

[TLOT] I can find out? - He brushes her mind to see what's going on.

- Sees a castle under seige, a flash of people fighting next to mobs, attacking armored people. Normal people are running away. A cowering old man, dressed in red and royal blue, begging. Then what looks like a Steve attacking. Halls rushing by, then a room with 2 figures: a Brine, on the ground with a Notch moving toward them with a glowing hammer. Running, a shield rising and the hammer shattering it while someone screams "no", then nothing -

[TLOT] Uses his abilities to relay the image to Doc and Cp. Steve, Buff and Deerheart also get the gist of it since they're nearby.

[CP] Responds with a sharp mental jab- AM I SERIOUSLY NOT ALLOWED FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE!?

[TLOT] Winces- OOOWWW! Don't fucking do that!

[CP] - THEN STOP INTERUPTING ME!

[Doc] Is at the top of the stairs and unsure how to get Legion down them.

[Legion] - leers at the steps, then sighs - Move, Doctor. - with its tentacles, it tips itself and flop falls down to land surprisingly, upright. Another annoyed sigh and it hops out of the way.

[Doc] Sorry. I feel bad not helping... - They follow it down and then stand with TLOT in the doorway.

[Helm] - comes racing behind, looking for Sammn -

[Doc] She's right here Helm, it's okay.

[Steve] Yikes!

[Helm] - comes to sudden halt seeing her, then turns to sign - Are you sure?

[Steve] OH! - He signs to the pigman- She's just passed out.

[Helm] - frets - I don't like this, but as long as she's ok.

[Doc] We'll look after her.

[Violet] Comes up behind them with a bit of a bony rattle-

[Buff] Tucks the blanket over Sammn a bit.

[Deer] - Just let her rest for now

[Buff] I'll sit with her for a bit. I wasn't doing anything much.

[Helm] - darts over and sits on the floor next to the bed. Then signs to Legion - Don't make me go looking for you demon! I will have Wright rip your eyes off! [Legion] - grumbles, but tucks its tentacles into itself and leers at Helm with its blue eye - As you demand, beast.

[TLOT] No need for fighting or insults. I'm more concerned about Sammn right now.

[Deer] - Come on, we should leave them be for now

[Doc] Stands back so the others can leave the room.

[Buff] Stays with Sammn-

[Steve] Gestures vaguely at Legion- Um????

[Doc] Just don't touch them.

-NK has reached out mentally for TLOT, and upon finding him places a single query that translates to "Where are you?" -

-After a moment it's appended to "I'm ready to take your offer on looking through my memories, if you're still offering."-

[TLOT] Stops placing blocks and responds mentally. - I'm in the desert working on the dinosaur pen. If you want to come over.

[Yaunfen] Is playing with Fru, trying to keep them occupied.

[Waffles] Tries busking on Steve and almost knocks him over.

[Steve] Hey!

[NK] -I'll be over in a minute. Thank you.-

[Yaunfen] What's going on?

[TLOT] Nk needs a hand with something.

[Steve] It's okay Yaunfen, I'll keep working.

-Nk comes trudging over a hill toward the group, A lightfoot is scuttling along after him-

[TLOT] hops up on the wall and points at a small sandhill a little ways away that will let him climb up on the edge of the partially built wall.

[Yaunfen] Peeks over- Hi Nk! [dragon form]

[Nk] -Is quick to make it over, the lightfoot huffs since they can't before taking off- Hey... Yaunfen, was it?

[Yaunfen] Yep!

[Fru] Also wanders close, snuffling around.

[TLOT] You haven't met Doc's kiddo Nk?

[NK] Oh I have, I just wasn't sure if I remembered the name right. -Sheepish look- -Completely calm as Fru sniff snoffs his hair very close up.-

[Yaunfen] Giggles- This is Fru.

[TLOT] A result of my seed bleeding into theirs apparently. Doc says they're a type of redeye?

[NK] Oh yes, I'd say that for sure. Hello Fru. -Calmly pats Fru as Fru sniff snoffs his hair one more time-

[Fru] Gives Nk's hair a lick and makes a face.

[Yaunfen] BAD.

[TLOT] You're fine as long as you don't have candy on your person.

[NK] Oh you're usually fine with Redeyes as is, as long as you have a scarab. -Pushes his now slimy hair back into place.- Now I was here... about your offer to help me with my memories?

[TLOT] Of course. Let's get down on the ground.

[Yaunfen] I can help! - They grab Nk in their paws and put him on the ground gently-

[TLOT] Just hops down and lets his boots take the brunt of the impact.

-The ground of the pen is already the cake dirt blocks form Yaunfen's seed.-

[Fru] Wanders over to menace Steve a bit-

[Steve] Arrgh!

[Waffles] Is having a noisy drink in the little pond of fizzy soda/water

[NK] Well that's an interesting dirt block. Thank you Yaunfen.

[Yaunfen] You're welcome, and they're tasty too! excuse me! - They pad over quickly to herd Fru away from Steve.

[TLOT] Wait, you know about the scarabs too right? We think we found the equivalent on the candy seed. - He takes out the lollipop with the bug in it and shows it to Nk.

[NK] Of course.. Let me see.... Yes, that looks like it'd definitely be one.

[TLOT] Good. They tend to get a bit out of hand, especially as big as they are. Shall we find a spot in the shade to sit down?

[NK] Sure, after you. I'd also invest in making a copy of it, you'll need it if you accidentally hatch any others like that.

[TLOT] Good call. - He motions for Nk to follow and they go to a far corner of the pen where there are a few scattered chocolate wood blocks by the trap door out. He dusts a bit of loose sugar off one and sits on it.

[Yaunfen] Running Fru in circles with a toy like one would a cat-

-NK sits down himself by TLOT-

[NK] So how does it work?

[TLOT] Shrugs- I'm naturally psychic. And being the native here enhances my abilities. -He focuses on Nk and cocks his head slightly, thinking. His eyes seem to get brighter and brighter until they're all Nk can really focus on. He makes a small gesture like opening a door and digs a little deeper, gently poking around in Nk's thoughts.

-There's a thump as Fru bumps into the the wall.

[Yaunfen] Whoops! Be careful!

[NK] I... see.... -His voice trails off and TLOT finds that once he gets to NK's memories he... can't go any further?-

[TLOT] Hmmmm, you have a sort of..blockage...? Like your memories are knotted up. But it doesn't feel alien. More like you've repressed some memories....

[NK] I... had a feeling that was the issue. I could get to a certain point and just... nothing. People with one of these, -He taps a claw against the diamond in his chest- recall their memories differently... Hmm... Can... Can you fix it? Or give me a hand?

[TLOT] Can you be more specific about how you mean 'differently'? I don't want to damage your brain if it's set up in some strange way.

[Waffles] Wanders over hoping for pets-

[NK] I... It's hard to explain to people who don't have their minds set up this way.... Uhh… Here. -He presses at TLOT's mind and a vague impression crosses over, it's NK standing in an empty room, with a single door infront of him. He's confused, as beyond the door is.. nothing?- That's why I.. finally decided to ask for help. I've never just had... nothing, in my memories. It's... disconcerting.

[TLOT] That's helpful for visualization at least... - He tries again, this time seeing himself next to Nk. He guides the other brine closer to the door in his mind. - Perhaps we just need to look at it from a different angle. - He presses on the wall around the door, moving it inexorably backwards until the door is just free standing in the room. He leads Nk around to the opposite side of the door- Now try opening it from this side.

-Now, they can see something blurry through it, It's nowhere near clear or concise, but it seems to make sense to NK as he takes a tentative step through. He looks back at TLOT as though to invite him through that mental door, if he'd like to join him.-

[NK] It's... Hm.... I don't understand why I would have blocked this out...

[TLOT] Gets the feeling strongly - I'll walk with you. They're just memories. - He follows Nk

-They're fuzzy to TLOT, but the longer he stays with NK, the clearer they seem. Memory NK is pacing back and forth in what looks to be a throne room. TLOT might remember it from a picture Prince showed of a younger Mix. So far it seems.. Bland, almost.-

[Tlot] Adds some power to Nk's recollections, trying to bring them into a sharper relief.

[NK] What are... you doing? -He doesn't seem to notice it get clearer, which implies perhaps he was seeing it fine, and TLOT, outsider to NK's mind, was seeing it differently.-

-Memory NK seems downright livid as he paces, glancing at the throne every turn with a scowl.-

[TLOT] Someone seems very agitated...

[NK] Yes... But I don't know why. I can't tell when this was... -He makes a sliding motion with one hand and the memory seems to jut forward, and Memory NK turns to leave.- Well if it wasn't later on..... -Memory NK walks straight through them both, and NK turns to watch him leave.- Maybe... before?....

[TLOT] Shrugs- It's your mind....

[NK] Or maybe... It was over a large amount of memories... Here, follow. I'm going to skim through... Something had to happen for me to block it out... I don't just go removing access willy nilly… -He starts walking and the memories pass by. There's even one of child Mix being carried over memory NK's shoulder. Still not awful...-

[TLOT] Is just sightseeing, trying not to disturb any infrastructure, he does smile at child Mix though.

-There's... more memories of Mix as a child, just simple things, really. And then the memories start getting.. Odd, structure wise. It's like looking at them through a kaleidoscope...-

[NK] We must be getting close...

[CN] After sending Winston towards Doc has heads inside and goes to his room. He opens the door and peaks in- Firebird?

-Firebird looks up at CN, Hands pausing in picking the blue feathers from his body -

[Firebird] Yes CN?

[CN] Notes the blood welling up where the feathers have been pulled and the feathers scattered about the room- What are you doing?

[Firebird] Removing the feathers, why? - He looks... Bare, with so few feathers. The crest on his head is almost absent, with only a handful of feathers remaining, and his tail is no better.. -

[CN] - You're hurting yourself...

[Firebird] It's fine, CN. Don't worry. What did you come up here for?

[CN] Everyone else is out... And it is my room!- He's trying to discretely type in chat for either Mix or Flowey to come over

[TLOT] This all looks pretty ordinary, I wonder why you blocked it out?

[NK] I... Don't know. But the unstable nature of these memories is... It's odd. Its like I sustained damage to my spell stone. But it's still whole in all these memories.... Maybe if we go straight to the end? - Soon the memories are going by faster than you can make anything clearer out. A flash of Prince, Kraz reclining on a Thorntails back and talking with Memory NK, and then there's nothing. - Oh, that's too far...

[TLOT] You seem to be pretty good at navigating. Are you sure there's something mising?

[NK] I mean... I don't know why else my memory would be messed up... -The memory isn't actually nothing, at a closer inspection it's him out in the void between games. Memory NK lays face down on the "ground"-

[TLOT] Did you just cut it out since you were basically in a sensory deprivation space? That might have saved your sanity being out there so long.

[NK] I... Maybe? But my spell stone is.. Hm. - He bends down to check- oh, it is broken now. Odd. How far....

[TLOT] Yes, I understand it was broken when you were found. Wasn't there some kind of explosion that lodged Prince's bits in other people too?

[NK] That's he thing. I don't know why Prince's were like that. I know I had one but.. Oh, that's already in my hand... -he's poking his own memory hand thoughtfully -

[TLOT] Decides to dig a little deeper and puts a hand on Nk's shoulder to help him remember- It's there... I think you just have to want to know badly enough... - He feeds some of his energy into his brother brine.

-There's a knock on Litch's door-

[Licht] Groans but goes to the door and opens it- Yes? May I help you?

[Postman] Package miss. Can you sign for this please? - Holds out the little machine and stylus.

[Licht] - Uh, sure- She takes the items and signs her name, but she doesn't remember ordering anything

[Postman] Gives her a rather heavy box and smiles politely before going back to her little truck.

[Licht] Brings the package inside and looks at who it's from-

[EAlex] Waits for Licth to come back in before creeping up. - What is it?

-It's addressed to her from 'Collin Street' -

[Licht] - A package I don't remember ordering from...- She puts the box down and grabs a small knife before slicing away the tape

[EAlex] Just watching curiously-

-Inside are two red tins with weird designs on the front.-

[Licht] - The hell?- She pulls out her phone to look up what she's gotten and she see's a message which she opens stating that she'll be getting a package- Well that's helpful...

[EAlex] Reads the phone- Oh, this should have been recieved days ago. Doc ordered cakes?

[Licht] - Oh right, they didn't know what a fruitcake was, that's right

[EAlex] Well it looks like one of them is for us. I guess because they couldn't sign for it themselves?

[Licht] - Because they don't have an address

[EAlex] Gives us another reason to visit I suppose. This tin is super heavy. - She levers it open- Oh! It's so colorful!

[Licht] - Yeah, fruitcake can be. But visiting them will have to wait, I have to be getting to work

[EAlex] Do you mind if I...?

[Licht] - Go ahead, I've had it before

[Firebird] -Picks another feather out-

[CN] Waits nervously, he wants to help, but he has no idea how to make potions, and he doesn't feel comfortable leaving Firebird to go grab some healing flowers-

-It starts to rain outside and there's a lot of pattering as someone rushes into the house and shuts the door-

[CN] Perks up a little and pokes his head out onto the bridge yo see into the main room- Hello?

[Chester] Is soaked and shivering. He's running his shirt through his inventory to dry it.

[CN] - Are you okay?

[Chester] Skitters up towards him a bit and comes onto the bridge- Just got wet. My spider part is fuzzy and it's hard to dry off.

[CN] - Then why not use the lava pool?

[Chester] I was going to. I was just closer to the front door. It's really quiet... where is everyone?

[CN] - Um... Notch has the baby, and I don't know where Lie and CP are...

-There's a crack of thunder outside-

[Chester] I hope they're okay.

[CN] Shrugs-

[Chester] Looks down and his eyes go a bit wide and frightened- There's... Cn... you didn't hurt them... did you?

[CN] - What do you mean?

[Chester] Is a teeny bit poofy- You have blood on your shoes...

[CN] Looks down- Oh, well, Firebird is hurt! But... I don't know how to make potions...

[Chester] Are you sure Lie doesn't have some?

[CN] - I don't know...

[Chester] She's got stuff to do it right? And lots of books?

[CN] - Well, yeah... It's all downstairs in the workroom

[Chester] Do you want to... Like go and see?

[CN] - I don't know... What if Firebird does something while I'm gone? And hurts himself worse?

[Chester] Okay. I'll go. You stay here. - He turns to go into the workroom. He creeps into the shadowed space and the lightning throws his half spider shape in frightening shadows on the wall. He doesn't notice the sleeping figure in the bed, and his teeny claws tap lightly on the stone floor.

[Stevie] Stirs a little-

[Firebird] -Just continuing to absent mindedly pick blue feathers out. Almost all of the back of his head is bare, and his tail is so short. So, so short.-

[Chester] Bumps into the bed accidently with one spindly leg-

[CN] Steps back into the room- Firebird?

[Stevie] Jerks awake- Nether!- He then falls off the bed

[Firebird] -Head turns to look at CN- Hmm?

[CN] - Umm... One of CP's mobs... He's gonna try to get a potion for you...

[Chester] Whoops, sorry! I didn't see you there!

[Stevie] - What are you doing?

[Firebird] Alright CN.

[Chester] Looking for some kind of healing potion or a book on how to make them?

[Stevie] - Why?

[CN] - Please stop Firebird...

[Chester] Because the bird NOTCH is hurt- Thumbs back toward's Cn's room.

[Firebird] But....

[Stevie] - Ugh, okay, hang on a minute. I'll see if there is anything- He gets up and starts digging through the chests near the brewing stand-

[CN] - Your hurting yourself...

[Chester] Taps around a bit nervously. - You're the master's little brother right?

[Stevie] - Er… Yeah, I am- He looks through a few bottles before pulling too healing potions out, ones a regular potion, and the other is a splash potion

[Chester] Was going to shake his hand but it's occupied with bottles now- Chester.

[Stevie] - Right, anyways here are the potions you wanted

[Firebird] But..

[CN] - Please? Can't you just wait for molt?

[Chester] Thank you! Oh, sorry to inturrupt your nap too- He takes the bottles and hurries back up to the bridge-

[CN] Hears Chester approaching- Ah! The potions!

[Chester] Hands them over and catches sight of Firebird- Sir! Do you need a calming draught too? I read someplace birds pluck themselves when they're in distress...

[CN] Looks between the two potions with uncertainty, not sure which to give Firebird-

[Firebird] I'm fine, the regular potion will do.

[CN] Hands it over-

[Chester] Should I... call for someone? You don't look well at all.

[Firebird] -Takes the potion and grimaces at the taste-

-More rain outside, it's really coming down hard, There'a a bit of clattering as two of the skeletal riders go by on their bony horses. -

[CN] Watches nervously-

[Stevie] Comes up- Everything okay?

[Chester] Gestures nervously to the mostly plucked birdman and mouths at Stevie- What do we do???

[Stevie] - I have no idea... Probably just leave him be for now so he can heal

-NK's memories flash by, scenes of NK and Prince working together to evacuate the seed, glitchy broken code everywhere, Panic. Darkness. And NK yelps. Their joined memory exploration is cut, and NK covers his face with a soft "Oh."-

[TLOT] Backs away as well. - I think you need a little time to think about this...

[Steve] Rushes over- Are you guys okay? That seemed a bit abrupt.

[Fru] wiggles away from Yaunfen and hops over a low part of the half-built wall-

[Yaunfen] Nuuuu! - Chasing after them-

[TLOT] Pats Nk supportively- you think on this-

[Steve] Is already running after the dragon and the dinosaur- I'll help!

-Not long after-

[TLOT] Opens the door for Steve and the pair of them enter the bar.

[Sam] Immediatly starts fixing them something warm to drink.

[Steve] Cold sniffle-

[Lie] She and CP are curled up in a booth. Lie has a warm glass of tea and they are warming up after having run in out of the rain- Oh, hey TLOT, hey Steve

[Steve] Takes some coffee from Sam and settles down as well. - Hello you two.

[TLOT] Sorry to inturrupt your non-Aether time.

[Lie] - Believe me, the rain did that already

[CP] - We just can't catch a break...

[TLOT] There's always the beds downstairs...?

[Steve] Parenting is just hard. -toasts her-

[Lie] - No, I'm mostly just cold now

[CP] - So what are you two doing way out here?

[TLOT] A well deserved drink after a harrowing afternoon helping Yaunfen with Fru.

[Lie] - Oh dear, what did Fru do now?

[TLOT] Just went for an unauthorized scamper across the landscape.

[Steve] We think they caught sight of some Lightfoots and wanted to chase and or play with them.

[Lie] - I see

[CP] Pulls Lie a bit closer to himself-

[TLOT] It's always something with wild pets though, isn't it?

[Lie] - Did you see the video I sent to Dawn of Blake?

[Steve] Yeah I did! That was so cute!

[Lie] - How he got in without knocking the crib over I'm not sure, but he keeps repeating the feat

[TLOT] It's love. Dawn said he was a clingy guy. And Aether will probably benefit from his protection later. You know how much trouble little ones can get into.

[Lie] - Especially since she's close to crawling. She's almost got herself pushed up

[CP] - Yeah, that'll be fun...

[TLOT] Smiles- You know you're excited.

[Steve] Has she said anything else?

[Lie] Laughs a little- I'm not sure, Farfar has her now

[TLOT] Ah, someone else who's settled into his role like a silverfish in a block. - sips his drink thoughtfully.

[Lie] - That he has

[CP] Begrudgingly- It has been useful having him next door...

[TLOT] He loves you guys.

[Steve] Pokes his mate- You should show her the thingie!

[TLOT] Not sure she has the energy right now to finish it my lamb.

[Lie] - What thing?

[Steve] He made a plant.

[TLOT] It's just a sculpture for now, I was going to let you do the honors. If you want.

[Lie] - Uh, sure

[TLOT] I redid that weird fruit you gave me. - He reaches into his inventory. - It was a real pain to get to the edible part. So I made it easier. - He takes out a very strange plant in a large pot. It's got a sunburst of green leaves at the base and a skinny stem like an orchid. From the top three branches hang heavy with pineapple fruit. Just the edible part, cut in spirals that hang down in yellow swirls like minature tornados.

[Steve] We're calling it a pineapple curl bush!

[Lie] - Okay then... I mean, the vanilla vines curl sooo, it's not that far fetched?

[TLOT] What does vanilla have to do with it?

[Lie] - It's part of the same family?

[TLOT] Crosses his eyes slightly- That's... really annoying....

[Lie] - Real life is weird, and they did mostly develop in different parts of the world...

[TLOT] Errrgh. - He sets the plant on the table. - either way, it could use a boost.

[Lie] - Alright alright- She puts her cup down, it's mostly empty now anyways and reaches for the bush, focusing her powers of the bright foliage

-The plant seems to sigh under her touch and suddenly plumps up with even more fruit and leaves. -

[Steve] Good job Lie!

[TLOT] Plucks off a curl and slurps it up like a noodle. - Perfection. It's still weird though.

[Lie] - I just thought you'd like it. It can also be used in a lot of alcoholic drinks

[Licht] Finally gets off work and gets back to her apartment- EAlex? Everything okay while I was gone?

[EAlex] Is flopped on the couch - That cake is so heavy.... I only had a tiny piece. But I cleaned the kitchen for you.

[Licht] - Yeah, you eat that cake in small amounts, and thank you for cleaning

[EAlex] You're welcome.

[Licht] - I don't have to go to work until late tomorrow, is there anything you want to do?

[EAlex] Well... I was thinking we could... go visiting... I could use the support. It's kind of a big deal for me to.. you know...

[Licht] - You mean the other server? Sure, we just have to make sure we're back in time for me to get to work

[EAlex] Gets up. - I'm ready when you are.

[Licht] - Just let me grab a few things- She heads for the kitchen and grabs a paper bag, putting some bell peppers inside and the fruitcake- Alright, we can go- She pulls out her phone and dials Doc

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