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redvexillum · 2 months ago

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Thank you @alekminecraft for the request! You are right, we do need more Vox x Reader and I am more than happy to oblige! *waggles brow* This story is dedicated to @mraprilfools, honestly, his comment on the discord server literally birthed the whole smut scene for this story! Thank you boo!

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, dual POV, rough s♡x, possessive!vox, jealous!vox, established relationship, misunderstanding, multiple ♡rgasm (f!receiving), gentle s♡x, miscommunication, aftercare, vox is bad with feelings, reader is bad with feelings, prequel to the story anniversary, related to mandatory overtime universe, using s♡x instead of talking it out, fluff, romance, vox being a simp

✨️ recommended to read mandatory overtime and anniversary first for a fulsome experience ✨️

The shift in your demeanour was subtle at first – just a slight straightening of your spine, an easier smile that seemed to find its way to your lips unbidden. But as the days passed, you could feel it blooming, like a secret garden hidden deep within your chest.

You stood taller, shoulders pulled back in a confidence that felt new, almost unfamiliar. You’d catch glimpses of yourself on reflective surfaces, taking that extra moment to admire the polish of your makeup, the gentle curve of a perfectly placed smile. Clothes became something more than fabric; each piece felt like a promise, a flicker of anticipation. Maybe, you thought, he’d like this colour on me.

At Voxtek, your patience with your less-than brilliant colleague was almost saintly, though in your mind, a quiet laugh reminded you that perhaps you weren’t quite so charitable as to call yourself a saint. Still, each silly mishap, each minor annoyance was met with a grace that even surprised you.

How different you’d become! And for a reason so dangerously thrilling: you were dating your boss, the enigmatic Vox himself. It was deliciously reckless, a violation of company policies that held no real meaning here in Hell. Life – if you could call it that – had never been so thrillingly complicated.

Your heart would flutter each time you checked your VPhone, hoping to find a message from him, something to acknowledge that this secret connection wasn’t only yours to nurture. But as the days crept by into weeks then into two months, your smile waned.

You told yourself that he was busy, that running a successful business didn’t leave room for constant messages and weekend dates. Yet, the gnawing ache in your chest wasn’t as easily consoled. Day after day, the once – sweet anticipation soured, replaced with something dark, bruised. You felt yourself beginning to doubt, the loneliness slipping to quiet moments like a poison.

Weeks turned into a month. The space he once filled with his clever messages, his small gestures, was emptier than ever. The pang of it felt like a betrayal. Was he treating you like some passing amusement, like those nameless sinners who drifted in and out of Valentino’s entourage? Each unanswered day may you feel more dispensable, more invisible, as if you were just a shadow flitting through the corner of his life.

You fought back the frustration, resisted the urge to march into his office, to demand something – anything – that would remind you that this wasn’t a dream gone wrong. You told yourself that in Hell, beggars couldn’t be choosers. And yet, you weren’t just a beggar. You were his partner

...or so you’d thought.

And so, as the days blurred into one another, resentment simmered, joined by the creeping insecurity that maybe he’d rekindled things with that damned moth demon Valentino. Your mind churned, frustration blooming into something darker. The thought twisted in your heart, each new day of silence leaving it tighter, angrier. You couldn’t keep swallowing the ache, the anger. You needed answers, clarity, a sense of what you meant to him.

So today, you decided, was the day. No more silence. No more excuses. You would speak to Vox, and finally, figure out where you stood – whether you were his partner or just another fleeting entertainment.

You climbed the stairs to Vox’s office, each step fuelled by a fierce resolve that burned hotter with every unanswered day, every silent hour he’d left you waiting. Your coworkers scattered at the sight of your face, expression flashing with shock, maybe even fear, though you barely registered it. Drama queens. Let them gape if they wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered but to reach him.

You didn’t knock; you weren’t in the mood for niceties, and you knew, oh, how well you knew that he disliked it. Your petty rebellion made your pulse quicken, a small, desperate thrill that drowned out the whisper of doubt. The door parted, and you crossed the bridge to the circular platform where Vox was stationed.

Rows upon rows of screens surrounded him, their dim blue glow casting shadows across his angular face as he surveyed his empire, Hell unfolding in fractals across the monitors.

“Vox,” you called, voice sharp, slicing through the ambient hum of machinery.

He didn’t turn. His shoulders tightened, the only tell that he’d even heard you. “Not now,” he bit out, his tone a frigid slap, cutting through your bravado with painful precision.

The words hit you harder than you’d expected. That coldness, so unlike him when he looked at you, was suddenly stripped of the warmth you’d grown so used to, and it left you feeling hollow, exposed. For a moment, your resolve wavered, but you forced your heart to harden. You wouldn’t be silenced.

Not this time.

“I think now is a great time, considering you haven’t replied to any of my messages. Or my emails,” you said, folding your arms across your chest, the gesture an attempt to stop your heart from pounding out of your rib cage.

He didn’t move, didn’t even look at you. “Was it personal or business?” he snapped, his voice as sharp and unfeeling as cold steel.

A painful tightness squeezed your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs. Standing there, in the empty chasm of his silence, feeling the weight of his apathy pressing down on you...it made you feel small, like something easily brushed aside. Your throat tightened, your eyes stung, and you cursed yourself for the weakness. You knew Vox; you’d known from the beginning he was ruthless, an overlord who ruled with an iron hand and a closed heart.

But you’d thought – no, you’d believed – that what lay between you both was different. You’d given him your heart, laid yourself bare before him, trusting that he’d shelter you, protect you, even if he never said it aloud. The confession of love you’d shared a few months back echoed bitterly in your mind. You’d been so naïve. So stupid. Foolish to think you could crack that iron mask and see the man beneath.

Yet, despite the ache, despite the icy barb, you couldn’t just leave. You’d stayed by his side for years now, weathering his tempers and tantrums, and your loyalty had only deepened. Taking a steadying breath, you forced yourself to try again, voice quivering despite your best effort. “Listen, if you’re busy right now, maybe we could schedule something? Like, maybe a meeting...or even,” you gulped, feeling the sense of baring your heart to him once more, “a d-date, ‘cause you know,” you fiddled with your fingers, “it’s been so long.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, the dark room pressing in on you, his back still turned as if you were beneath his notice. You fought the crushing weight, each second eroding what little courage you had left.

Finally, he spoke, his voice slow, dripping with disdain. “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

His claws tore into the metal console, the screech of rending steel tearing through the air. The unexpected violence jolted you, and your shoulders flinched despite yourself.

“N-no, I wasn’t trying to tell you to-” you stammered, the humiliation sinking in, but he didn’t let you finish.

“Shut up. You’re nothing but my personal assistant,” he sneered, standing up, his head lowered as if his own words repulsed him. His shoulders trembled, and you saw the fury emanating from him like a physical force. “Easily replaceable, and it seems you don’t realize that!”

The monitors flickered, their glow casting strange, stuttering shadows around him, as if even the machine rejected his rage. His voice thundered through the room, harsh, merciless, each word a cold, jagged dagger that sliced into you. “All these lowlifes telling me what to do, people fucking screwing up, leaving me to clean up their fucking messes. All of them...useless!”

With a sickening crunch, he drove his fist into the console, a crater splintering into the metal as sparks and a discharge of electricity exploded around him. The smell of burnt wiring and the sharp, crackling silence left in the wake of his outburst was suffocating.

Your head spun, your mind desperately grasping for a reason, an answer to where this torrent of bitterness had come from. But his words sank in, piercing one by one, relentless. They reached deep, ripping open an ache you hadn’t even known was there until now. Shameful heat stung your eyes, and you fought it, fought the humiliating swell of tears that blurred your vision. It was like being scolded by someone you’d always looked up to – hard, unyielding, like a father too busy to care.

“That’s uncalled-” You tried to retort, voice thick, but the words caught in your throat, and suddenly, with a sizzling snap, the monitors blew out, plunging the room into pitch-black darkness. The faint, ghostly blue emergency light by the gangplank flickered on, casting an eerie glow to the room.

“Leave,” he said, the single word soft but deadly. He turned, and his red eyes glowed like smouldering coals through the shadows, his face lit with the stark, cruel illumination of his TV screen. Any trace of kindness, of even that dark humour, was gone. There was only contempt. “Unless you want me to fire you, leave now.”

You stood frozen, staring at the jagged crack that ran from the left corner of his screen, but it was his words, like punches in your gut, that left you hollowed. You weren’t his lover at the moment. Hell, you weren’t even his coworker. No, the harsh truth settled like lead in your chest.

You were nothing but his underling.

Someone small. Someone worthless. Someone utterly dispensable.

The realization sat thick and heavy, choking any response, your mind going blank under the tidal wave of hurt and emptiness. Pain throbbed in your chest, raw and unrelenting, filling every corner with your being, drowning you.

Numbly, you managed a small nod, then turned away, your legs moving stiffly as if through deep water. Each step away pulled something else loose inside of you, a painful unravelling that blurred your vision until you couldn't even see the door. But you refused to let the tears fall – not here, not in front of him.

It was only when you reached the hall, away from the heavy weight of his gaze, that your knees buckled, and you pressed your back against the door. You felt the burn of hot tears slide down your cheeks, one after another. A shaky breath escaped your lips, and your eyes closed, surrendering to the torrent, each tear like a wound laid bare. Appalled, you brought a sleeve up to your face, scrubbing at the wetness furiously.

How had he reduced you to this? To a sobbing, broken mess over a few, careless words? It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this.

It shouldn’t hurt like this.

But the ache bloomed in your chest, expanding, each throb of sorrow underscored by a seed of something dark and new – anger, resentment, a furious, defiant spark that fought against the hurt. You looked down at your shoes, and the heels he’d once complimented, the ones that now felt sharp and constricting. They were like little cages that you’d endured for him, simply because he’d liked them on you.

You were going to throw away these shoes tonight.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, low and hollow.

He played you.

The thought twisted around in your mind, cruel and undeniable, as you turned toward the washroom. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, your reflection stared back at you, each flaw accentuated in the artificial brightness. Smudged makeup, streaked mascara – nothing but a sad, painted mask of a clown.

He’d played you well.

You’d fallen for him, heart-first, with no hesitation. You’d handed over your trust, your loyalty, all the softness you’d fought to keep in a place like Hell, believing he’d hold it with care.

And he’d only turned it all to ash.

Another tear slipped down your cheek, absurdly out of place as laughter bubbled up from the pit of your stomach. If you meant so little to him, if he could ignore you for months then easily dismiss you as just an underling, a disposable pawn, then...then maybe...

The logical choice was obvious. You should quit, walk away without a backward glance, cut him out like a cancer. But even now, the idea of leaving tugged painfully at your heart. It meant never seeing him again, never feeling the rush of his dark presence filling a room, and somehow...somehow, you weren’t ready to face that void.

But no. If he wanted an assistant, then that’s precisely what you’d give him – nothing more. You’d be perfect, professional, every action polished and distant. The thought brought the faintest glimmer of satisfaction, though even as your lips curved into a grim smile, your tears betrayed you, slipping down with a quiet, unrelenting sorrow.

You just needed to kill your heart. That was all. Easy enough, right? You’d done it before, hadn’t you? Built those walls back up, piece by piece, every time someone close to you treated you like an afterthought, like an inconvenience.

It was survival. The only way you knew how to survive in this world, and, apparently, in Hell.

Taking a shaky breath, you reached for the sink, splashing cold water over your face to chase away the remnants of emotion, scrubbing away the streaks of makeup until your skin was bare. You gathered yourself, smoothing back your hair and fixing what could be fixed, piece by piece, until the person staring back at you looked composed – untouched, unreadable.

But when you finally met your own gaze, there was a hollowness there that hadn’t been before. You stood straighter, your shoulders squared, your lips set in an easy smile.

Only your eyes betrayed you – cold, shuttered, and closed tightly around the world.

Vox’s breath was ragged, a bitter edge on every exhale. He couldn’t remember how long it had been – weeks? Months?- the days bled together in a haze of stress and fury. Valentino had been on a reckless tear, sabotaging the company’s reputation with one scandal after another, Val’s prized puppet Angel Dust constantly being the catalyst of Val’s reckless actions.

Frustration burned through him as he ran a hand over his cracked screen, the fresh memory of his latest, brutal confrontation with Val sending his jaw clenched tight. They'd nearly destroyed Vox’s penthouse this time, hurling words and blows, ripping the sleek veneer off his carefully curated life.

When you walked into his office, unannounced, his fragile self-control shattered. He wasn’t ready for you to see him, to glimpse the evidence of his struggle. The weakness scratched under his skin like a raw wound.

Shamed burned though him. What would you think if you saw him this way? The perfect, powerful, unbreakable Overlord...with a screen cracked from losing control. His pride buckled, a panicked voice in his head insisting he’d let you down, that you’d piece together every brutal fact.

He needed you to be gone, anywhere but here. He lashed out, voice dripping with all the anger and humiliation he felt, and he watched the sting in your eyes as his words did their job. You didn’t argue; you just left.

The silence in his office grew heavy, sinking deep into the cracks left by his outburst. The blue light of his monitors flickered erratically, casting shadows that mocked him in the silence he had demanded. As the scene replayed in his mind, he groaned, a dark wave of regret crashing over him.

Vox thought back to the night you’d laid in his arms, your head nestled on his chest, sharing your fears about how others viewed you. You were like him, caring about the way you were perceived by others.

You had been so open, so raw. You’d admitted you feared that your position as his assistant would always make you feel unworthy, that no matter how hard you worked, everyone would never see you for the brilliance and drive he adored. You’d worried that you would always be seen as his arm candy, not a partner.

He remembered the light in your eyes, the way you tried to brush it off, flustered at showing such vulnerability, how you’d laughed softly to cover it up. But Vox hadn’t forgotten. That moment had etched itself into him deeper than he’d realized. That was the night he’d started to consider the terrifying possibility that he didn’t just want you in his life – he wanted you by his side, forever.

The regret festered as he sat there alone, rubbing his forehead as he thought of how he’d fix it. He imagined the gifts and the plans he’d make to show you how much he truly cared. Maybe a day away from all of this with you, maybe a whole week dedicated just to you – anything to make up for the times he’d neglected you.

But when he finally saw you again, the person who greeted him wasn’t the same. It was like you’d drawn yourself up in armour. Your hair was swept up in a neat, impersonal bun. You wore plain, conservative clothes, all your personality hidden behind a wall of professionalism. Even your voice, usually warm with laughter and teasing, was clipped, cool, and indifferent.

You were perfect – impeccably efficient and guarded, just as you had been on your first day at Voxtek. But that warmth, that spark he craved...it was gone.

You glanced up from your screen, fingers pausing mid-keystroke. “Yes?” You asked, voice clipped, cold as steel. “How can I help you, sir?”

The word sliced into Vox. Sir. It had been months since you’d addressed him like that – so formal, so detached. The way you used to call him when he was just the boss, and you were just his assistant. He felt your anger in every syllable, but he forced himself to stand taller, clearing his throat as he revealed the bouquet of glass roses he’d crafted just for you. The petals, tinted a deep blue and shimmering with electric veins, pulsed with a soft, otherworldly hum. He’d infused his own energy into the glass, hoping you’d see the beauty, the effort, the love in it.

“Sunshine!” he tried, letting out a small, forced laugh as he placed the bouquet on your desk. “Look what I got for you.” He leaned against the edge of your desk, trying to meet your eyes, attempting to recapture the playful glint he adored. “Thought of you this morning,” he added a flirtatious grin, “and wondered if you might be free after work.”

Your face remained impassive. “Sorry, I’m not,” you said simply, your voice colder than he’d ever heard it.

He felt his heart sink, your rejection landing a bit too close to his memories of failed relationships. Time and space, he thought. She’s just still angry. She’ll come around...won’t she? Trying to smile, he forced a nod. “Right, right...well, maybe next time?”

“Mhm,” you replied with a nonchalant hum, your gaze already drifting back to your work. “Is that all, sir? I’d like to finish this project.”

Vox’s forced smile faltered, and he nodded stiffly. “Yep. That’s ...all.” He hesitated, hoping for a sign – any spark, any trace of the affection that once lit up your gaze. But you were a closed book, and he was left feeling like a stranger, the man who stood on the wrong side of your heart.

In a flicker of electricity, he vanished to the nearest security camera, leaving you to your silence.

But your silence lingered. You’d never come back to him.

Six months. Six long, aching months of sparse, hollow exchanges. He had hoped, counted the days, replayed your conversations in his mind, but each interaction became more distance.

Good morning, you’d say, and nothing more. All set on the report, you’d text, signing off with your usual efficiency.

He scrolled through the messages you’d sent before that fateful day: Good morning, sweetie; don’t work too hard, silly, I miss you, loser, with the tongue out face that always made him smile. Messaged he’d been too busy to respond to, too buried in his work, too tangled in Val’s mess.

Vox exhaled, tension twisting his gut. How long could he expect you to forgive him? How long did “time and space” mean? Six months...half a year...and you still felt like a stranger, slipping further and further away.

Anxiety tightened in his chest. He bounced his leg, drumming his claws against his desk. The thought of losing you, truly losing you, clawed at him. No, he thought, unable to bear the chill of your indifference. I won’t let you go. I’ll fix this.

Tomorrow, he’d planned to sweep you off your feet. A lavish dinner at Hell’s finest restaurant, endless gifts – a whole Hellsgem jewellery set, a new car from Voxtek’s latest line, every luxury he could think of to make you feel adored, desired. He’d even made arrangements for a personal assistant to help him plan it all, to ensure every detail was flawless.

But as the hours crawled by, the weight of your absence ate away at him. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t shake the relentless ache that only seemed to grow with every second. His heart raced, the fear too potent, too real.

Before he knew it, he’d shot up to his feet, a self-deprecating chuckle slipping out. Time and space...he thought, booting up his laptop. I think I’ve given her enough of that.

Vox’s finger flew over his laptop, scanning through the surveillance feeds until he found you. Relief washed over him at the sight of you – until he saw another man leaning far too close. His blood ran cold. His mind blanked, replaced with a singular thought that flared like lightning, transporting him instantly.

He appeared beside you with a crackle, his fury barely concealed behind a stiff smile. “Sunshine!” His voice was forced, his grin strained, desperate. “Didn’t think you’d be taking a break so soon!” He laughed, insincerity dripping over it. He reached out to place a possessive hand on your back, but you stepped away. He blinked, stunned.

Did you just...avoid him?

“It’s the end of the day, sir,” you replied, coolly, your expression as unreadable as stone. “Papermint and I were just heading out for dinner.”

Vox’s eyes darted to the other, unimportant, assistant, Papermint. He stared up at you, blushing like a love-struck fool. And then he noticed the look on your face – the way your eyes softened as you caught sight of his flustered expression, the delicate curve of your lips as you smiled.

It was a look Vox knew all too well, one he’d hoarded all for himself. His chest tightened, and he felt a flicker of rage ignite in him.

With a low snarl, Vox grabbed your wrist, and before you could react, pulled you with him in a flash of energy.

The moment you landed in his penthouse, you dropped to your knees, momentarily disoriented, your head reeling as you struggled to get your bearings. When you finally rose, fury blazed in your eyes, and you yanked your wrist from his grasp. “What the actual fuck, Vox?” you shouted, your voice a mix of shock and anger as you tried to smooth your dishevelled hair.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw tight. “I could ask you the same damn thing. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh, you don’t get to pull this,” you spat, marching through his penthouse like you owned the place. You stormed into the bedroom and went straight to the vanity, sitting down in the same spot where, in quieter times, you’d start your mornings after spending the night together.

Frustration lined your face as you began undoing your hair, letting it fall loose. When you opened the drawer, you paused. Your eyes flickered with an unreadable expression as you stared at all the products you used, untouched. You grabbed a familiar bottle and pumped it into your hand, rubbing it into your hair to smooth all the frizzes from travelling with his power.

Silence stretched between you, thick and tense. Vox watched as you worked, your face flickering between confusion and anger in the mirror’s reflection. His anger simmered under the surface, his mind racing. She thinks she can flaunt that fool in front of me? His fists clenched, eyes narrowing as he kept his gaze locked on you.

Finally, you stood up, your hair glossy and perfect, every bit as stunning as the first day he’d laid eyes on you. With an icy calm, you muttered, “If you’ll excuse me,” and made for the door, high heels clicking defiantly across the floor.

Vox moved instantly, blocking the doorway with his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, demanding, his eyes flashing. “We need to talk.”

You laughed, a short, bitter sound. “Talk?” The word was venom on your tongue. “About what, boss?” you spat, glaring up at him with eyes that glowed with barely contained fury. “I finished my work for the day. You don’t get to tell me how to spend my free time. So, move. Now.”

Vox’s mouth opened, word momentarily failing him. He hadn’t expected this anger, this defiance, like you’d been holding it in for far too long. What’s happened to us? He took a breath, eyes darkening, and his grip tightened as he pulled you back into the room. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he snapped, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “You think you can just fucking walk away from me without a damn word about what you’re doing?”

In one swift movement, he turned you, guiding you toward the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for protest. “Let’s finally fucking talk this out. Right now.”

Your laugh cut through the air like a blade, sharp and dripping with anger that had Vox stiffening in place. “Talk?” you sneered, voice raw and unfiltered. “You think we should talk after you treated me like I was nothing, then just threw some fucking roses at the mess and expected me to smile?”

The room vibrated with Vox’s rising fury, the lights flickering in tune with the storm behind his eyes. “I gave you those fucking roses,” he barked, voice crackling with barely restrained anger, “and you repay me by acting like a bitch and fucking cheating on me with Papermint – of all the fucking lowlifes?” His voice was rising, his chest heaving with every breath. “I thought you had more class than that, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re just some fucking cheap who-”

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the lapels, yanking him down to face you, so close his electric crackles buzzed against your skin. “Go on,” you dared, eyes glinting with fury and hurt. “Finish that thought if you’re stupid enough.”

Something changed within him, a dark hunger flooding down to his gut as you challenged him. For a heartbeat, the anger seemed to melt, replaced by something even more intense. His hands found your hips, his grip unyielding as he leaned in. “Oh, I see it now,” he murmured, low and dangerous. “This little stunt of yours...you just wanted my attention.” He pressed his hips flush against yours, his arousal growing at the very heat of you seeping into him. “Well, doll, now you’ve got every damn bit of it.”

You met his gaze, refusing to back down, lips curling in a cruel smile. “Attention? I don’t need it from you.” Your voice as cutting as glass. “And believe me, I’ve been thinking about finding someone else – a real man who’ll actually be worth my time. Hell, maybe Papermint would be a better fuck than you.” The words dripped with venom, but a slight tremor slipped into your voice, and Vox seized on it like a lifeline.

The room grew darker as, one by one, the lights exploded in a burst of sparks, littering the floor with shards of glass. Vox’s patience snapped. With a growl, he shoved you onto the bed, his grip firm on your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “Fuck you. His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. “Doll, I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have in this Hell, and deep down, you know it.”

You met his gaze with a cold, derisive smile, unyielding. “Is that why Valentino threw you aside? I hear he’s got quite the size on him,” you taunted, digging your nails into his shoulders to pull him closer to you. “Ah, that’s what I should do,” you slowly grinded against the bulge in his pants, “I should find someone who’ll make me forget all about you.”

Vox’s restraint broke, his hands tearing through fabric as he ripped your clothes apart, each move charged with a possessiveness that left no room for anything else. “Forget me? Fuck you, you fucking bitch,” he growled, the words raw as he flipped you onto your stomach, his hands rough on your waist as he pulled you to him. “I’m going to make damn sure you remember exactly who you belong to.”

You knew you shouldn’t have said those words to him. Deep down, you weren’t interested in Papermint, but it felt intoxicating to bask in the glow of someone’s adoration, even if it was just a fleeting moment.

Each day Vox failed to show up and apologize chipped away at your self-esteem, leaving you feeling disposable. Maybe you had let slip a little white lie about your supposed interest in Papermint, but God, you were so furious with him. How dare he try to control who you saw after treating you like a fool.

When he appeared next to you, grabbing you and whisking you away to his penthouse, a surge of conflicting emotions coursed through you. You hated yourself for feeling that familiar spike of desire, even as your heart raced from the frustration simmering within.

You could feel the tension radiating from his frame, an electric heat that mingled with the anger rolling off him in waves. And as he pressed himself against you, you couldn’t help but notice the telltale hardness of his arousal, a fact he seemed oblivious to while you were throwing barbs at each other.

It was as if all the pent-up anger and sexual frustration had built up in a perfect storm, finally peaking and ready to explode. You had told yourself you were done with him, yet you hadn’t sought anyone else because, deep down, you didn’t want to accept that Vox had truly thrown you away.

Then, in a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his hot, thick member pressing against the cleft of your ass. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly rubbed his cock against your slick folds, teasing you with delicious friction. It was ridiculous – months of silence, and here you were, ready to fuck him the moment you came face-to-face.

How typical of both of you.

“Hah,” he scoffed above you, his voice dripping with condescension. “I’m a bad fuck? Look how fucking wet you are, doll,” he growled, his tone low and commanding. He ground his cock against you, igniting a wave of pleasure that made you moan into the sheets.

His claws dug into your hips, sharp sensations igniting your skin as he held you in place. And then, in one fluid motion, he plunged his cock deep inside you, filling you to the brim.

“FUCK!” you screamed, your body arching at the overwhelming stretch as he relentlessly shoved deeper, each thrust reaching the opening of your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried, your body instinctively wiggling against him, a primal response to the intoxicating pleasure.

“Ugh, fuck you and your tight fucking pussy,” he snarled, pulling back before slamming his hips back in, knocking the breath right out of you. “You think you can just ignore me while you’re that desperate for my cock?” he growled, the raw possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine as he pounded into you relentlessly. His heavy balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.

It was animalistic, the way he gripped you, his claws drawing blood as your face pressed into the bedsheets. Drool pooled at the corners of your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Your fingers desperately gripped the sheets tightly as you balanced on all fours, surrendering yourself to the feral rhythm of his relentless pounding from behind.

“I’m not good enough for you?” he panted, each thrust punctuated by the sounds of the bed creaking and groaning under your bodies. The lights in the room flickered, the distant pops fading into darkness, heightening the tension that crackled in the air. “Doll, you’re a fucking liar,” he hissed, pressing his chest to your back. “Your cunt is fucking greedy, drooling all over my cock.” With a thrust that sent shockwaves through you, he angled his hips just right, rubbing against your g-spot and making your body quiver.

“F-Fuck!” you cried, your voice barely more than a gasp as pleasure spiralled inside you, a wave cresting toward an inevitable climax. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum” you repeated, breathless.

A sharp tug on your hair pulled you flush against him. His cock twisted within you, making you feel tighter, more vulnerable, as he continued his relentless pace. His claws dug into your breast, their sharp points puncturing your skin, igniting a fiery mix of pleasure and pain that made you moan with abandon.

“Fucking coming on my cock, huh?” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and primal as you bounced on him. “You gonna squirt for me, doll? Wet my sheets? It’s been so fucking long,” his fingers swirled over your soaked clit, the slickness of your arousal mingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding.

“Yeah, yeah,” you moaned, your head falling back in ecstasy, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as the pressure in your gut built to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Vox, I-”

His fingers continued their relentless assault, a blissful combination of pleasure and overstimulation that matched the urgency of his thrusts. You felt a brilliant flash of white before the floodgates opened, a spray of wet arousal erupting from your pussy and soaking the sheets in a deep blue puddle, just as he had predicted.

“Fuck, doll, look how well you came for me,” he growled, his cock still hard, throbbing and desperate as he thrust into you with abandon. Each movement stretched you further, melding pleasure with the remnants of your orgasm as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Thoughts slipped away, replaced by a chorus of moans and breath pleas of “yes, baby, just like that,” echoing in the dim room. A haze enveloped your mind, pleasure flooding every sense until he finally slowed his pace, pulling out completely.

He gently laid you back on the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets, still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. He knelt over you, his cock jutting out, glistening with your slick. The air between you thickened with heavy breaths, desire hanging palpably in the darkness.

“Come here, sweetie,” you beckoned, opening your legs in an inviting display, your arms reaching out in a gesture of warmth. “I want you to feel good, too.” A sultry grin danced on your lips, the high of pleasure still coursing through your veins.

Vox hesitated, his eyes narrowing as they drifted down to your chest, his expression shifting to one of concern. You followed his gaze and noticed the scratches, the blood, and the marks he left on you. A thrill shot through you; what was a little blood if it meant he was giving you a good fucking?

“Vox?” you called out softly when he didn’t move closer.

As if shaking off a trance, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you against him, pressing your head against him. You felt the steady thrum of his pulse beneath his skin. Confusion knitted your brows; this was new. The roughness, the passion, all wrapped in an unexpected tenderness that left you both breathless and yearning for more.

His claws wove through your hair, each stroke sending a shiver down your spine as he laid you back down, his breath hitching with desire. His arms bracketed your head, the weight of his body bearing down on you as his eyes bore into yours, a fiery intensity igniting the air between you. As he slowly entered you, the world around you faded, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him, his size stretching you deliciously, a sharp gasp escaping your lips.

Moaning in delight, your toes curled, and your chest arched up to meet him, the remnants of your first orgasm still thrumming through your body. “Sunshine,” he groaned, his voice a low, sultry rumble as he thrust in and out of you with exquisite slowness, as if you were a precious treasure, fragile and irreplaceable. “Sunshine, don’t you know,” his claws traced delicately along your brow, “how dark my office was without you?”

A part of you wanted to roll your eyes at the cheesiness, to throw out a sarcastic quip. But the softness in his gaze, the way his body slowed to savour every inch of you, stole your words. You felt the walls of your heart soften as he indulged in you, burying himself deep, savouring the warmth and tightness of your body.

“Sunshine, I missed you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with raw emotion. His eyes flickered with something fierce, a primal need that made your core ache with longing. “You’re my sunshine,” he grinned, that cocky smirk you had fallen for, “please don’t take my sunshine away.”

A bubble of laughter escaped your lips, but it quickly turned to tears, shimmering in your eyes as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Your lips brushed against the heated surface of his skin, and a delicious thrill raced through you. “You’re so cheesy, Vox,” you teased lightly, despite the moisture threatening to spill over. “Who does that while fucking?”

“What if I’m making love to you?” he countered, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His claws caught a stray tear sliding down your cheek, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. “Can I tell you how much you mean to me?”

Stunned into silence, you let his words wash over you, his gentle thrusts igniting every nerve ending in your body. The way he rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, filled you with warmth and love, deepening the bond that had always been there, even in the chaos. You basked in his affection, your heart and mind colliding in a beautiful mess of emotions.

Each grind of his hips sent waves of pleasure through you, the tension building like a simmering volcano. You trembled beneath him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. And when you finally hit your peak, it was a gentle, shattering bliss, a soft gasp spilling from your mouth as pleasure crashed over you like a warm tide.

Vox closed his eyes, his own moans filling the air as he lost himself in you. With each thrust, he pressed deeper, filling you completely, his hot seed bursting forth, flooding you and marking you as his. You could feel him pulsing inside you, both of you lost in the haze of drunk, heady pleasure.

As your breaths intertwined and slowed, he rolled over, cradling you against his chest. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing rhythm against your skin as his release mixed with yours, dampening the sheets beneath you.

In the warm, dim light of the room, his claws gently brushed through your hair, sending pleasant tingles through your scalp. “Every year, no matter how busy we are, let’s make sure we spend time together on this day,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity.

You furrowed your brows, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “Sure, Vox,” you replied, closing your eyes and surrendering to the comforting embrace of his body, the thrum of his heartbeat lulling you into a tranquil state.

You and he made promises all the time.

Promises to cherish each other.

Promises to communicate, to be open.

Promises to carve out time for one another.

But you both knew that as time passed, those promises often slipped away. After all, this was hell, where eternity stretched endlessly, and the weight of promises could never bear the burden of forever.

66 years later, you stood outside VoxTek Aquarium, the warm hellish air brushing against your legs as your loose white dress swayed gently with the breeze. The plunging v-neckline gave the soft fabric an elegant flow, but the empty street surrounding the aquarium was unsettling. The eerie silence was in stark contrast to the usual bustle, the crowds that typically lined up for hours on end nowhere to be seen.

As you approached the doors, a small sign with different shades of blue balloons swaying side by side caught your eyes.

The sign read: Our 66th Anniversary, with a giant heart drawn right below it.

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juniperdugong · 3 months ago

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The games we play - Mingyu

WC: 2.2k || Genre: Fluff || CW: Drinking || husband!mingyu x wife!reader, implied that the reader is well-known in their field of work

A/N: I swear this was supposed to be a drabble or short fic...

It was getting late. The bulk of the guests had already excused themselves to their other nightly duties and that's exactly what you were thinking of doing right now. You wanted to get out of here and get something more substantial to eat than the small appetizers that were becoming more and more scarce.

You knew that this event would drag on late, the company hosting it was notorious for their "after parties" and late gatherings. Honestly, you probably would've gone home by now if it weren't for the man catching your eye from across the floor.

The dim light might've made it hard to see but you knew that silhouette anywhere. The big broad shoulders, the tall frame, even down to the suit that was perfectly tailored to him. Kim Mingyu, oh how wonderful it was to be able to call him your husband.

You were posted up near the bar, nursing a cocktail that tasted more like candy than alcohol. The number you had on was a dress handpicked by Mingyu weeks before your flight over here. He had praised you so much for just putting it on that you practically felt like royalty in it. There was very little that compared to the love he held for you, that's something you were never afraid to admit.

You fight back the urge to bite your lip as you begin to walk towards him but you're stopped in your tracks when you see a woman approach him first. She's beautiful and you can't even deny it. What was there to deny when she was the main event of the fashion show that happened hours prior.

Her gait was nothing if not seductive and she wore a beautiful gown that was only accentuated by the heavy jewels that adorned her body. You couldn't make out what their conversation entailed but you could tell she at least had an eye on Mingyu. The way she would casually touch his arm in a small fit of laughter; Surely whatever he said couldn't be that funny. You raised an eyebrow in amusement and fascination at their antics, striding towards them once again to make a show out of your relationship.

"Y/n, right?" Once again you are stopped, at least this time it's from something/someone tangible.

You turn and put on your practiced business-ready professional smile, the one that lured people in but kept them distant enough to fend off unwanted advances of any kind, business-related or otherwise. Greeting you was a rather handsome man, the type that would have people thank his parents for their generous donation to the world and its beauty. Oddly enough you'd become used to people like this while beside Mingyu.

The conversation went on with the usual, something about how great your work has been, how they've heard so much about you from their colleagues, and, of course, ending with the staple "We should get a drink sometime.". A routine you knew all too well in your line of work. As you bid farewell to the stranger of a man you turn your attention back towards Mingyu - Mingyu who, with a smug smile, waltzes your way and places himself where the other man once stood.

Now the real fun began.

"You come here often?" Ha, you just had to scoff, was this really the way he wanted to start this tonight?

"Come here? Like this event? I think this is the first time they've held this event actually." He knew that sly little smirk on your lips, so you wanted to play it smart tonight and tease him a little for his setup? Bring it on.

"Right, forgive me. I meant the bar-"

"The bar? Do I frequent this bar or bars in general? Either way, it seems you have the wrong idea about me, sir." You were playing hard to get and he was all for it. He would never admit it but he liked a bit of the chase and back and forth, more than that he knew that you loved it - And how could he deprive the love of his life of something they enjoy?

He had to divert and fast! Or else you would overpower him and it's much too early for that. "That man you were speaking with, you two seemed to get along quite well. Someone, you know?"

"Not at all. Just met in fact. But yeah, maybe there was some connection between us... plus he was easy on the eyes." Oh, now you were just doing him dirty. Hard to get is one thing but jealousy? You were going to be the death of him. But you're plan was working. It was a steady rollercoaster of riling him up just to bring him back down and into your arms.

"Hmm, I see... I don't think your husband would be too fond of you speaking that way." He taps at the ring on your finger, putting emphasis on his own ring, the one that mirrors yours. You can tell he's getting annoyed by the way his brows furrow and he's almost pouting, he stays composed but you're hedging your bets that he caves in less than 5 minutes this time.

"What about your wife? Was that her you were talking to over there? Or were you just casually flirting with a beautiful woman for fun behind her back?" Now it was your turn to act annoyed, all was fair when it came to this little game.

"Oh, my wife?" He plays with the band on his ring finger, making sure that it's in your line of sight, "No, that wasn't her. She's much more beautiful and much less willing to give in to me, I love that about her." A small blush falls on your face at his words but you remain calm, it's all about waiting him out. He thinks he's got you though, celebrating quietly in his head as he sees you get red. She'll be dropping the act any moment now...

"You know what I like about my husband?" You pause and see that he's at the edge of his seat waiting to be praised. "He does whatever I tell him to do. Actually, he's waiting in the car for me right now." Huh? You had Mingyu thoroughly confused with the directions this time. The look on his face conveyed something much more than confusion though, he was putty in your hands the moment you finished your last sentence.

The game was done, he'd broken before you did. Mingyu however was still unaware of that fact. At the moment, he's just trying to decipher your words and you have to smile and scrunch your nose at the cute face he makes as he's deep in thought.

Did you want him to go to the car? But then he couldn't walk you out; He began to pout at the thought. Was he supposed to stay in character? But then why would you bring up the car? Aghhh, you had his brain fried.

With a swish of your dress, you turn so your back's against the counter, holding your drink in your hand you take a small sip. "Mingyu baby, go wait in the car for me? I want to finish my drink real quick.", you drop your character and fish the car keys from your clutch, dropping them on the counter between you two.

"W-Why'd you make your husband wait in the car for you? Got somewhere to be this late?" You turned to face him quizzically. Is he still in this? By the look on his face and the way he picks up the keys without question, he knows he's cracked but he's still fishing for answers. With a smile you turn once again to lean your upper body over the counter, a pose that you knew would make him flustered. If he was trying to work for it, then how could you not oblige?

"Well..." You start with a small huff. "You see, I know my husband very well. Well enough that I know that he's still hungry after scarfing down a ton of appetizers tonight." You poke at his belly only to feel his abs, immediately you tear your hand away in fear of what you might do if you kept it there too long. (You had the strength of the gods for being able to pull away, honestly.) "I told him that if waited patiently outside while I finished my drink that I'd get him a hamburger, maybe a few if he was really nice to me tonight."

Oh ho ho ho, you had his interest peaked! People often compared him to a puppy but that side of him really shined through at times like this. He's smart enough to be able to get what he wants regardless of who he's talking to but he'd never even think of being so mischievous with you. He actually really enjoyed you ordering him around sometimes, as strange as that was at the beginning of your relationship.

The whole facade he was trying to keep up crumbled into pieces as he crouched eye level with you and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You patted at the back of his head as he ravaged your neck with hard pecking kisses, his own brand of thankfulness towards you. Grabbing your shoulder he made you look at him straight on, a determined look on his face.

"Your husband sounds like a very nice and well-mannered man. I'm sure that he'll appreciate anything you'd get him." He got back into character immediately, rushing the last of his words, and lasting a mere few seconds before melting into your touch as you cupped his face with your open hand. He pressed a small kiss to your palm before quickly sandwiching your head between his hands and covering his lips with yours. You giggle into the sudden kiss, he was always so hasty when it came down to it.

With that, he twirled the keys on his fingers and walked out of the event, completely satisfied and content.

It took a few minutes to finish up your drink. In the meantime you scoped out the rest of the scene, it was practically deserted at this point. It's times like this where you're both glad and annoyed that you have Mingyu. On one hand, he's a total social butterfly and it's really helped you get out of your shell... On the other, he always stayed out late when it came to parties and events, he could drink people under the table with ease, and everyone ate up whatever time he was willing to give.

Walking out you spot your car. Of course, it was much closer to the entrance than where you left it. He was trying extra hard to earn brownie points tonight.

Getting in, you let the warmth envelope you. It felt so nice to be in a familiar space after socializing all night. Just as you were getting comfortable you felt a small poke on your thigh. Slowly you turn your head and you practically glow with a smile at the sight.

Mingyu's making puppy eyes, his infamous ones that make people swoon and sigh over him. That coupled with an anticipatory pout, how couldn't your heart melt over him? His hand is resting on the middle console, you pick it up in yours and interlace your fingers, giving a small kiss to the back of his hand.

He looks at you expectantly, "Baby?", his voice couldn't have been softer.

Sigh... "Yes, Mingyu. We're still getting food." You say in an exasperated tone. You laugh when you see him break out in a small happy dance, dumbly acknowledging your words through movement. "Are you actually gonna let me pay this time?" You posture the infamous question of the night.

He pretends to be deep in though, stroking an imaginary beard like a scholar. "Not this time..." He moves his mouth side to side like he's thinking of what to say next, "But I will let you hand them my card."

"You never let me pay for anything, Gyu. The least I could do is buy you some food... You did offer to be designated driver tonight-"

"Hey! I jumped at the opportunity! My life, you never drink. You can't begin to understand how excited I was to see you let loose... Even if it was only a few drinks." He snickers as he whispers the last bit and you gently smack his face in retaliation for his slight towards you.

"Yeah yeah whatever, just wake me up once we're at the drive-through." You begin to recline your seat before jumping back up, "And don't you dare think of ordering for me or handing the person your card just because you think I look cute when I sleep." You let out a small huff as you mock words that he's said a thousand times over, "I've heard enough of your excuses throughout the years..."

You go back to reclining your seat and pass out within minutes.

While stuck at a red light Mingyu looks over to your figure. He pulls your dress down since it's ridden up quite a bit. Grabbing his jacket from the back seat he places it over your legs. His eyes go hazy with love as he gazes at you. He stretches himself enough to reach your forehead and give you a small kiss. You really were going to be the death of him, he knew it from the start.

A/N: Hahahaha I'm totally not procrastinating writing the Scoups angst fic... hahaha totally not 😓😖😨 (I'm a big fat liar who can't handle putting ideas to paper)

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popponn · 11 months ago

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so what if itoshi rin happens to stop by a cafe during a downpour, expecting it to be just another dingy cafe in the basement with a drink he doesn't even enjoy. fully prepared to book it out the moment the rain stops, rin doesn't pay attention at first to the person who goes up to the stage and sits, carrying a guitar.

but then, he hears your voice at the first pluck of string and he may have fallen in love a bit at the first melody.

of course, it doesn't hit him immediately at first. it begins with him sitting in silence until you finish the last song. then it's him visiting every time he could for two weeks straight. then it's him remembering that you play every wednesday and weekend, noon and evening. then it's you recognizing him after one show and then it's him learning your name as you do his.

and if his team and big brother wonder why he grows calmer and plays many untitled recordings—given by you, made by you—he will probably punch them out of panic. but, at least he owes them for making him realize that it's a crush, actually.

(or, rin falls in love with you, your song, and more.)

"...that's...you like someone...?" isagi speaks as if he is an incarnation of some demented fish. the moron even gapes like one.

rin tries his best not to reflexively throw the water bottle at hand. he would, if it isn't for a series of loud "the fuck"s and "no way"s that resound through the locker room. there is also a "bitch pay up! rinrin is in love, see?!" that suspiciously sounds like the blonde roach's voice, but honestly rin's biggest concern is his brother—who freezes like a statue and goes wide-eyed with a grace of a dying clam.

from the corner of his eyes, sae truly looks like he gets a heart attack and turns out rin still loves him enough to worry. but if the hunch that says that shitty brother is considering either giving pieces of advice or bees-and-birds talk there and then is right—rin is murdering him along with hiori yo who looks way too amused for his own good.

in the end, rin does end up throwing that bottle to isagi's face. rin revels in his pained squawk.

"i don't!" rin shouts, ignoring the creeping heat on his cheeks. for some reason he feels like he is lying but for now, he better socks sae in the face because that motherfucker looks like he is ready to speak.

you sit on the rough surface of the cement stairs. as you take your guitar out of its case, a train of thought walks through your mind. a few months ago, the thought of having someone to sit here with you, enjoying the sunset while you play is a bit too farfetched.

but then rin—the guy who keeps appearing at the cafe every time you play, the guy who is cool, the good-looking guy, the guy who always listens every time you speak or play—just enters your life.

rin sits one step below your feet and looks at you so attentively that it makes you feel special. as you adjust the instrument in your hand, you wonder if it's wrong for you to fall simply because of that.

it probably is—a part of you say. but, you know that part too was the one who made you doubt yourself weeks ago, before rin shuts it up with a simple admittance of his preference to your songs.

so, like a fool, you smile—lovesick, too honest, too obviously, "hey, have i ever played a love song for you?"

rin hums, filling in the silence as he seems to try to remember something. shifting his weight to lean on his elbow, he offers you a confident answer, "few times, in the cafe."

"but never in our solo shows, right?" you place your fingers on the strings. the word 'our' comfortably resting in your sentence.

you notice how rin's eyes soften and never have you ever wished that you didn't read things wrongly this much. "yeah," rin says, the orange of the sunset decorating his face in a way that makes you realize how pretty aquamarine suits him.

"then," you hope you will have courage, one day. "that shall be our song today."

notes: this hellsite ate this so out of spite i remade everything. also out of love because rinnie is babey. but yeah—rin who falls in love with musician you. the thought of a grumpy guy who listens to acoustic ballad played by his favorite person and cooking down immediately is cute to me. so here you have it, kinda post canon, kinda no plot just coming of age vibe kinda slice of life vibe. plus the thought of chance meeting in a cafe stage is cute. yeah i just think this idea is cute and i got bored in the train. this thing is a few weeks old actually, but. yeah. anyway another blurbs for now ❤ maybe i really should make masterlist for these stuffs 🐒 after the trip myb. but yeah, honestly rin feels soft for me since long ago. esp on the inside. and the thoughts of him getting "special" "only for him" stuffs feels good after all the "sae replacement" stuffs he went thru in canon. i think he is the type who will make you feel special because he really is all in for you. okay yeah my head kinda dizzy maybe i will add something more later. shout out to ms. lau/fey and mbak yu/ra yuni/ta for the songs that play in my head, it makes it better.

#bllk imagines #drabbles #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blurbs #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #bllk fluff #blue lock imagines #bllk scenarios #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #ARGH but yeah this published earlier than i thought have this #maybe one day soon #im fixing tags later skdhdh

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spxllcxstxr · 4 months ago

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Kiss the Cook • M.B

(Gif not mine)

Request: could you do a mikey berzatto x reader blurb?? maybe some with the pair cooking together with some flirty banter/playful teasing sort of vibe:)) — anon

Summary: Mikey proves to be a distraction in the kitchen

Warnings: no pronouns used, food and cooking, mentions of donna, honestly its all fluff lmao

Word Count: 934

A.N: first mikey blurb and first bear writing! I hope you guys all enjoy!

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It's noon when you finally wake up, Mikey's light blankets tangled in your sprawled out limbs. The house is quiet--too quiet, you realize while shifting out of the bed. Donna must be out smoking or somewhere with Lee. With Mikey not opening The Beef today, that could only mean he was downstairs waiting for you to wake up.

Knickknacks tremble precariously and wood creaks under your feet as you climb down the stairs.

You creep through the house until you get to the kitchen where Mikey is staring at the open refrigerator, staring into its white light.

“Lookin’ for something honey?” You ask, leaning against the threshold, arms crossed at your chest. You watch him jump slightly with a smile on your face.

He looks a bit sheepish, cheeks pink while one hand runs through his hair.

“I was, uh, lookin’ for something to make. For you.” He smiles and your eyes run over his relaxed figure.

“Why don’t we make somethin’ together, chef?” You wink, ambling over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Alright baby,” He kisses you quickly before he begins to pull things out of the fridge. “come help the master…”

You and Mikey easily work together, he tells you what to do and you do it. Maybe you’re not as skilled as Mikey Fuckin’ Berzatto, but you get the job done.

The chaotic nature of Donna's kitchen is gone; there isn't a barrage of egg timers going off nor is there the overwhelming smell of burning wafting through the room. All there is the sound of knives against the cutting board mingling with whatever soft rock is playing from Mikey's phone. For once, you can actually take a deep, non-anxiety induced breath in the Berazatto family kitchen.

“Can I trust you to start boilin' the water, babe?” Mikey calls out, eyes still trained on the onions in front of him. His tongue peeks out from the corner of his mouth in concentration, dark brows slightly furrowed.

Despite this, he seems at peace. Mikey's hands aren't shaking nor is his jaw unnecessarily clenched.

You lightly scoff at your boyfriend's teasing, abandoning your own task at the counter across from him. "I'm not an idiot, Mikey."

He hums, dark brown eyes lifting up from the counter and watching your form grabbing a pot from a cabinet.

"I'm gonna blow your goddamn mind with how well I can boil water, chef," You point at him, faking your seriousness.

“Alright, alright…” Mikey shrugs, lips upturned. “Prove me wrong…”

Getting the water to boil was easy, though it took longer than expected. You start throwing in things Mikey tells you to, staring at the water, silently praying nothing goes wrong.

Suddenly Mikey’s behind you, slightly swaying while looking over your shoulder. You hum in satisfaction.

His chest presses into your back, warm and calloused hands sliding across your torso in order to hug you closer to him. You close your eyes, smiling to yourself while taking it all in.

Mikey smells faintly of his cologne with hints of onion and various other herbs and spices mingling around him. He smells of home and the comfort of a homemade meal after a long day. He smells like your Mikey.

His beard tickles the crook of your neck, nose brushing over your skin as he presses delicate kisses just above the collar of your shirt. You giggle softly, the tips of your ears burning at his affection.

"You're supposed to say behind, Mikey..." You tease, placing your own hands on top of his own. Lightly your fingertips trace patterns across his skin. "No wonder The Beef runs like shit."

He ignores you, lips reaching your jawline and trailing across to the spot underneath your ear.

"Michael..." You murmur, titling your head up drawing his lips to your cheek. "Michael, I love you..."

His head dips lower, nose brushing against your own. Taking a quick peek you see that his own eyes are closed as well, the two of you living in the moment in his mother's kitchen.

Right now there's no drama with Donna or bickering with Carmy or the slew of questions that come with Nat. Just you and Mikey alone cooking; doing what the two of you love.

"I love you too, baby." Mikey whispers, placing a kiss right above the bridge of your nose. He squeezes your body once before pulling back his lips just an inch. "Your water's boilin' over."

You jolt, eyes springing open and widening at his words. The sound of boiling water ripping through the kitchen and overpowering whatever song is playing on the other side of the room.

“Fuck!”

Scrambling, you grab an oven mitt, carefully rushing to take the pot off the heat. A string of curses following you to the sink. Mikey chuckles behind you, offering no help whatsoever. His laughter fills the small kitchen and it would melt your heart if you weren’t doing anything important at the moment.

“And you said you were gonna blow my mind…” Mikey smirks, leaning against the counter. The corner of his eyes crinkle with laughter.

You throw your head back, groaning. “You were fucking kissing me and being a fucking distraction!”

He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Well excuse me, princess, didn’t know giving you love and affection was off limits!”

“It’s not!” You huff. “But when I’m doing anything involving boiling water, you can’t be anywhere near me!”

“Alright babe,” He passes you, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead as he goes back to the cutting board. “Now get back to work, chef.”

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pressureplus · 4 months ago

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Ok ok hear me out.. what if, you did a part two of “Reflection” but the reader finally gets to read Sebastian’s document? And kinda sees how similar they look. It’s kinda dumb because it wouldn’t really much to write about but it’s just a thought 😭

No no, don't apologize. I can work with anything as long as its got 1 sentence or three descriptive words and a vibe! I can easily make you a part two!

Doppelganger

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

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At last you purchased that damn document of his. It had sat on his desk almost teasingly out of your hands. A previous attempt to grab it had ended with his hand pressed over the classified file and a smile. His words spoken slow, as though you were stupid, as he explained that you certainly didn’t have enough for that. Now you could finally touch it all you want. A part of you was feeling a bit sassy when you snatched it right off his desk proudly. The thousand data pieces you just sold to him being shuffled away. You ignored that, for the most part, more focused on finally getting your hands around the classified information you’d been curious about. Finally popping open the file to see what it is he’s been leaving on his desk, you’re met with tons of information. A few pictures falling out that you don’t quite manage to catch.

You ignore them, taking a seat in Sebastian’s shop as he moves around the room, shuffling different pieces of paperwork and chips into places. His hands reaching up for the vents above his head and tugging out a few spare pieces of equipment. You can hear him opening the packs her wanders around with, attaching things to the straps around his body. You choose to ignore that for now. Instead choosing to read the file in front of you. Your eyes scan over the first line, catching onto three things at once. His technical experiment name, his codename, and finally his legal name. Your eyes scanned each individual word quietly. The shuffling in the background not particularly drawing any of your attention. There’s that shoot to kill statement you’ve heard a thousand times before. You’re starting to understand why he’s so aggressive. You’d be pretty pissed too if you were an experiment gone wrong, especially if you hadn’t even done the crime you were accused of.

At last you shut the file, eyes being drawn back to the images now laying on the ground. You scoop them both up. In your hands is an image of current Sebastian, larger and aggressive. He looks damn near ready to shoot the camera. On the other image…you. No wait, not you? His jawline is a bit sharper and he’s got a scar on his face but he looks so much like you. Honestly, it’s a bit shaking. A mugshot that isn’t yours but looks so much like you. The more you stare at it the more begins to make sense to you. The dots connecting on why his reaction to your face was so aggressive. Why he tends to almost stare a little too long. You thought it was because he found you ugly, or because he was trying to grieve the death of a loved one. In some ways, you suppose, he is. He’ll never have this face again. He’ll never be able to see himself properly in the mirror and he certainly wasn’t the innocent man accused of a crime he didn’t commit anymore. How many people had he killed trying to get what was necessary to escape? How human was he anymore, without his face, without his body. Was it human desperation, or animal?

“You never told me you were so pretty.” You joke as Sebastian jolts. It seems he’d gotten so wrapped up in adjusting things that he hadn’t even realized you were still in here. His eyes flick from your face down to your hands. You turn the picture of him around, pointing at it. This only seems to make him mildly uncomfortable as he looks away with a huff.

“Could you not have opened that anywhere else?”

“Sorry…it’s just…you really are handsome.”

“I was, I guess. That was a long time ago now quite obviously.” He slithers closer, scooping up his file and taking the pictures back. He’s careful to push them back into the titled document before shutting it. Then and only then does he hand the folder back to you.

“You still are, maybe you look a little different now, but you’re still very pretty.”

“That’s not a funny thing to joke about.”

“I’m being serious, Sebastian. You’re pretty with or without a human face. Even if this one isn’t really ideal…I still think you look great.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve still got yours intact.”

“If it’s too painful to look at, I can fix that by wearing my helmet all the time? I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to know that even if you’re not human anymore that doesn’t make you…a monster.” He hesitates, the words sinking into his skin. He’s quiet for a good while before sighing. His hand coming up to his face to drag downward, a display of his exhaustion.

“Just…get out. Take your folder, your batteries, and go back to getting that crystal.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months ago

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Can I request John Constantine fic where the reader is a eldritch or an angel that's known the league for a while or they capture them but John knows them.

I'm a literal whore for that man 👹

John Constantine x Angel male reader

Headcanons

Reader’s bit of a black sheep amongst angels, cuz I feel like Constantine would go great with a bit of a rebel.

its honestly taken me too long to realize that lucifer from the show is the same lucifer as in the DC comics.

You had a bit of a past with John Constantine, with you being a bit of a rulebreaker amongst the angels and all. I mean, you still went to visit your brother Lucifer on the regular, even if you had been told not to.

Michael had scolded you more times than you could count, telling you not to pop in and out of hell as you please just because you want too, or to not just teleport to earth willy-nilly when Lucifer relocated there for a while.

It was at Lucifers club that you met Constantine for the first time. You didn’t really speak to him, but you did see how he seemed to truly get on your older brothers’ nerves, so you already liked him for that alone.

After the blonde Brit left, Lucifer would give you the whole spiel about him, complaining about how many times he had sold his soul, and all the trouble his actions caused in hell, and how much paperwork the blonde gave him.

After that you bump into him in other places. You like to party, you like to fight, you like to be a nuisance. And its not like anybody can stop an angel as powerful as yourself if they wanted. They’re lucky you just like to be annoying by nature and that you aren’t actually evil.

It ends up with you getting mixed up in some of the things Constantine get up too, even if its by accident because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You always just know that Michael is gonna be on your neck when you get back to heaven after each time, but hanging out with John is worth it.

Hes tried to get you drunk so many times, but it never works no matter what kind of stuff he pulls out of his coat. Being angelic doesn’t really allow you to be weakened by something as small as alcohol. But its fun to see him try anyways.

In the eyes of your siblings, even Lucifer, Constantine is a bad influence, and they’ll scold you for spending so much time with a mortal, especially someone as twisted on the ledgers as Constantine. You just always shrug, flutter your wings, and fly off to do whatever it is you do. Being the youngest has its perks, since it means you get away with quite a lot.

It was also this carefree attitude that got you caught and locked up by the league. They hadn’t dealt with many angels before, so in the beginning they think you are something else. Be It a mutant or a spirit.

You could easily escape if you wanted too. Something as weak as a man-made structure wasn’t gonna hold you, but you had been bored for weeks now, so why not see what happens. You do get pretty annoyed when they talk about you like you cant hear them. They don’t know you can hear them, but still.

Zatanna easily spots that you are of divine descent, but just how far up in the hierarchy you are is a bit lost to her, since they still believe you can be captured by human means. This is why they’re forced to call in Constantine, since hes the only one they know who regularly interacts with an angel.

The Brit has a good laugh when he sees you sitting on the floor in a cell pouting, your wings wrapped around you like a cocoon. At this point you just phase out of the cell to flick Constantine in the temple for laughing at you.

John is the one that has to explain that you could have escaped the entire time if you wanted, you were just a dick that got bored easily. The dick comment makes you huff and smack him with your wing.

After all that is cleared up, the two of you go out to drink like usual. I could imagine the league trying to figure out if you’d be willing to help them when times are tough, but to their dismay you just shrug and give a “if I feel like it”.

Constantine will later explain to them in passing, mainly to roast you, that you are the youngest, which means that you aren’t used to real work and can just do whatever you want, cuz all your older siblings baby you.

His chair disappears from right under him for that comment, so the league takes it with a grain of salt. In the end you help out if there really is no other way, since angels shouldn’t interfere with minor issues.

Most of the time on earth you spend with John though, since he matches your wavelength and isn’t freaked out by the whole angel thing.

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httpscomexe · 4 months ago

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Forbidden Secret Desire 5

Summary: You find yourself waking up in his cabin, and honestly it’s peaceful, until a gut wrenching feeling starts making its way into your stomach that something is wrong.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: (Individual warnings per chapter) Forced touch, oblivious reader, language, secluded cabin. Logan is an official warning as approved by the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) because Logan is a DRUG. PLEASE BE AWARE that this will be a NON-CON fic. Do NOT get attached if you do not like non-consensual fiction. I will not change my fic plans because somebody decided not to read the warnings. Thank you.

Tags: @remmyj10 @sammyluvsfics @badbishsblog @dickmaster3000 @cellyx33

Word Count: 3582 (All other chapters here) Chapter 6

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Enjoy your Forbidden Secret Desire...

You wake up. Not where you’d fallen asleep mind you. But in a completely different bed, in a completely different room. To be fair though, you don’t remember falling asleep in a bed in the first place.

You hear the sound of plates and other dishes clinking from outside of the room, and you uncover your face from the blanket you’ve been tucked in, which was covering up to your nose. As soon as you breathe in the air, the scent of pine wood, cigar, and cologne immediately fills your nostrils. That’s when you remember where you were. You agreed to let Logan take you to his cabin in the middle of the woods. The drive was lengthy though. You had been awake for at least two hours in the truck before you had finally fallen asleep. You don’t remember getting up and walking to bed though. Or changing out of your day clothes. But you were sure you were just tired, considering the long ride.

Moving to lie on your back, you stare up at the ceiling. Bannisters of hard wood cross over the vaulted ceiling, you follow them with your eyes to the left until you’re staring at a window that was framed in more hardwood, the curtains closed, preventing you from looking outside.

After a few more moments, and the occasional sound of of movement close to the room, you finally decide to sit up, stretching your arms above your head, as you’re sat up you see a door, it was cracked open with the light on, you could tell it was a small bathroom, then you toss some blankets off of your body before beginning to step out of the bed. The bed was high up. If you were standing next to it, the top of the mattress would be about even with your hips. You step down with one foot first, the tips of your toes touching the ground before you slide off until both feet are flat on the hardwood floor. A bedside lamp is on, making it easy to see as it emits a soft yellow light.

You walk up to a tall mirror that seemed to be part of a cabinet, it was locked and closed. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a dishevelled mess and your eyes were almost half closed, trying desperately to make you fall back asleep, and a red line streaks the side of your right cheek, you were probably lying on some fabric for too long. Your eyes trail down to your clothes, you were wearing a grey, white, and black flannel. It was thick, and you knew it wasn’t yours. One, because you didn’t own any flannels. And two, because, well, you just knew it wasn’t yours. It was also way too big on you. You assume it’s Logan’s. It goes about halfway down your thighs, and the first top two buttons were undone, showing your black lace bra. You lift the shirt slightly, showing your matching panties. Looking around the room for a moment, none of your clothes are in sight. So you decide you should probably go and talk to Logan now.

You open the door, the hinges surprise you when they don’t creak, you naturally assume the cabin was hold since it was Logan’s. He probably just takes good care of it. You tell yourself as you close the door silently behind you. Opposite of the bedroom door was another wooden door painted a dark brown with a brushed golden doorknob. It was open just a little, and you could see a bathroom. Turning your head to the right, was a few feet left of a hallway before there was a double door leading outside and a small area filled in by another larger cabinet that almost reached the ceiling. You could see through the little windows that there were jackets hung up in it. You assumed the door would lead to the backyard, but you still couldn’t see outside. The small window in the door was foggy, and it had a floral design to hide the inside from the outside, and the outside from the inside. Then you turn your head to the left, a hallway about as long or longer than the one on the right, but it led to two different open rooms, and it was aligned with the front door, its window also was covered. You take a few steps forward, until you’re at the end of the hall. You look to your right, a three seater brown cotton couch was facing a fireplace with a large TV mounted over it, and a recliner that matched the couch was angled just slightly as it sat near the couch in order to also face the TV. In between the couch and TV was a large oval rug, red and white, but it looked soft with a wooden coffee table sitting above it, last there was a window, on the right of the front door. You take a few steps forward, and on your left is Logan. His back turned towards you as he does whatever he’s doing at the counter. It was a nice kitchen. The cupboards were all wooded, and the counter was marble. In the centre was an island, two stools standing on the outside, and the wall opposite the island was another large window, on the left of the front door of course, with another door leading into a smaller room that you couldn’t see inside of from your angle.

“Look who’s awake.” You draw your attention away from your thoughts and look back over to Logan. “How long you been up?” He turns back around to look back at whatever he was doing.

“No long… What time is it?” You ask him, making your way to one of the windows and pushing the curtain aside.

“It’s like ten at night.” He tells you as you continue to stare out the window. Snow fell to the ground outside and you stare at it as it piles at least four inches above the dirt. Why is it snowing? You ask yourself, looking up at the sky to see a full moon with dancing little stars surrounding it.

“Here.” He brings you out of your thoughts again and you turn your head to see him holding out a sandwich on a plate. Only then do you realise you’re famished.

“Thank you, Logan.” You take the plate, picking up one of the triangle shaped slices of bread before biting the corner and backing away from the window finally.

“We’re out in the mountains. We just barely avoided the heavier snow.” He explains, knowing you were confused about the snow.

“It’s really quiet out here.” You mumble. And he doesn’t say anything for a moment. Not a single sound occurs in the house as neither of you speak.

“Just how I like it.” You take another small bite of your sandwich, covering your mouth before speaking.

“Where are the clothes I was wearing earlier?”

“You fell asleep in the truck so I carried you inside. It was snowing though, kind of heavy and it stuck to your clothes, got them wet.” He tells you, then nods towards the last closed door. “They’re drying in there.”

“How long have I been asleep for?”

“Like an hour before we got her, then we’ve been here for about five hours so… you’ve been out for six hours. Figured you wake up soon so…” He looks towards your sandwich, implying he made it knowing you’d wake up soon. “Do you need anything else?”

“Do you have anything to drink?” You cover your mouth as you speak again with food in your mouth.

“Yea…” He walks towards the fridge and opens it, you follow behind him and look in the fridge with him. “Apple juice, milk, lemonade, then of course water.” He looks at you, his eyes soft as he tilts his head down to look into your eyes. “I also have chocolate syrup if you’d like chocolate milk.” He adds on.

“Mhm…” You hum and nod your head. Then look around a little. “Where are the cups though?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He tells you, taking out the milk and placing it on the counter before going back and grabbing chocolate syrup too. “How chocolatey do you want it?” He asks, reaching over you and squishing you into the counter slightly as he pulls out a glass.

“Like uh… half?” He nods, then mixes some of the syrup into the glass after pouring in the milk.

“There you go, pup.” He slides the glass carefully closer to you and puts the milk and syrup back into the fridge. You whisper a silent thank you before taking the glass and sipping from it. Why does he seem so… off?

“How are you? Did you get any sleep?” You ask him.

“No, I was waiting for you to wake up.” He tells you, and you know he stayed up late just to feed you. How sweet.

“Aren’t you tired?” He just nods. “Sorry…”

“It’s alright darlin’ really,” he moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around the back of your shoulders to pull you into a side hug. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t wake up hungry.” He squeezes you slightly in the side hug before rubbing his hand up and down your arm as you take another bite of your food.

“I appreciate it… Thank you, Logan.” You look up at him, fuck he’s close, and he smiles down at you.

“Of course.” He tells you, then as you turn your head, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“So uh… is there a separate room?” You ask him after his arm lets go of you so he could walk to the other side of the island.

“No. Just one room, then the living room. Why?”

“Well I was wondering who was sleeping where but-“

“Figured it would be alright if we both sleep in the bed.” He tells you. “If you’re okay with it, of course.”

You think about it. Like you really think about it as you finish your last bite of food and sip more of your chocolate milk. “I mean…”

“The bed is big.” He tries to pry on. “I’d sleep on the couch but I’ll fall off, and I don’t wanna see you sleeping on the couch.” He explains, and the reasons were pretty valid.

You nod. “Okay yea… I don’t mind sleeping with you- er- in the bed with you. If that’s what you prefer.”

“Not about what I prefer.” He tells you.

You shrug. “I’ll take the bed with you, it’ll be more comfortable probably anyways.” You finish your chocolate milk, and he watches as you set the glass into the sink after washing it out.

“Just leave it there, I’ll wash it in the morning.” He tells you as soon as you hand touches the faucet handle.

“I can-“

“I’ll wash it in the morning, pup.” He repeated, his voice sounded almost angry, but you knew he was just tired. So you set the glass in the sink, not washing it as he asked, then back away. “Alright. Need anything else?”

“No…” you say softly.

“Okay. Then let’s get some sleep.” He backs away from the island a few steps, and you walk in front of him, leading the way to the bedroom as he turns out every light behind you. Now you could see through the bathroom door that there was a little light plugged into the wall, probably so anyone could find it in the dark.

You turn right and open the door to the bedroom. He follows behind you, closing the door and locking it. Probably a habit he’s picked up from the mansion's doors. You figure. Then make your way back to the tall bed, crawling up onto it.

As soon as you’re sitting with the blanket over your lap, you look back over at him as he goes into the small bathroom you noticed earlier, closing the door behind him, so you lie down with the blankets just under your breasts.

“Are you hot?” He asks you, just exiting the bathroom. Noticing you weren’t as shrouded in the blankets as before you had woken up not long ago.

“No… a little cold actually…” You tell him as he walks to the other side of the bed, your voice softening as you look up at him, his shirt off and he is now only wearing pyjama pants.

“Well cover up a little more than, angel.” His voice is soft also as he gets onto the bed, exerting less effort than you needed to as he sits next to you, gently pulling the blankets up until they were over your shoulders as you were lying on your side now to face him. “Better?”

You nod, and you watch as he gets under the blankets as well. There’s a decent distance between the both of you on the large bed, you wish you could get closer to him. Just to absorb his warmth.

“Goodnight, pup.” He says, his voice still soft as he gets comfortable under the sheets.

“Goodnight, Logan…” Your tone matches his, and he pulls the cord of a lamp on his bedside that was sitting on his nightstand. Casting the room in darkness.

For a few moments, everything was quiet except for the soft rustle of blankets as Logan moved around until he was comfortable. Then there was nothing as your eyes finally drifted back to sleep…

When you wake up, the bed feels smaller than it did before. Your eyes open and there’s little slivers of light touching the walls as the sun shone through the curtains. You try to move a little, feeling warmer than you expected to feel waking up, but something heavy keeps you in place. You look down, the blankets that were up to your chin were now just below your waist, and laying on your waist was an arm. Logan's arm was draped across your waist, with his hand laying on your chest, just between your breasts. He was really close to you, his entire front pressed to your back as he continued to sleep. He must’ve moved closer to you in his sleep.

Suddenly, you hear a quiet groan come from behind you, followed by him managing to move closer, as if he wasn’t already pressed against you. Then you hear his gruffy morning voice, and to be honest, it was music to your ears. “Good morning…” His hand leaves your chest as he makes a little space between your bodies, immediately making you feel cold as his hand moves to the bare skin on your waist instead, your shirt ridden up from your sleep.

“Good morning…” Your voice comes out softer than you had expected, a quiet groan emitting from Logan's throat behind you, and you move slightly, attempting to turn over and face him, but he holds you a little tighter. Hesitantly, your hand moves down to his, still resting on your waist. You gently rest your palm on the back of his hand, twirling one of the golden rings that you’ve seen on his middle finger. His hand gently grabs your waist tighter and his hand slips a little further down, now resting on your stomach with your hand still resting on his as he pulls you closer to him, and you feel it as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek.

The bed gets lighter and feels less heavy as his weight finally shifts, moving away from you as he leaves the bed, and you sit up slowly, arching your back to stretch as he moves to a dresser.

“Come here, pup.” He tells you, taking out a large grey shirt. Again, you begin to move off the bed, a struggle as your toes hit the ground first before you can slide off. No one needs a bed this damned tall. You tell yourself as you walk up to him. Still dressed in his flannel, your black matching set underneath. “Here.” He says, swinging the grey shirt over his shoulder before he faces you, and his hands move to the buttons on the flannel you were wearing, but you quickly move to try and undo it yourself. “I’ve got it.” He tells you, gently, but firmly, grabbing your wrists and moving your fingers away from the buttons. “Let me…” His hands move back to the shirt, undoing the buttons then taking a step forward as he takes the flannel off of you, then throws it into a little bin not far away. He then takes the grey shirt off of his shoulder, looking you down for a moment before he puts the shirt over your head, fixing it around your arms. “There’s a brush in the bathroom across from this room, can you get it for me please.” He asks, turning back around to grab his own clothes.

Your feet softly touch the ground, and you make no sound as you move through the quiet cabin. In the restroom, there’s a hairbrush hanging from a little hook on the wall, which you grab before heading right back into the bedroom to see Logan dressed in a different flannel, no longer shirtless, and he was also now wearing a pair of jeans.

“Here.” You hand him the brush, which he takes from you.

“Go ahead and sit over there.” He nods towards a little bench with a leather cushion that was in front of the bed. You hadn’t noticed it before since it was hidden by the tower of a bed. You obey though, making your way to sit on the bench, crossing your legs as you stare at the wall.

Then you feel his hands gently on you, turning you and moving you until you were on the edge of the bench, and then you feel it as he begins brushing your hair. Why the fuck was he taking care of you like this? You ask yourself as he carefully brushes through your hair, making caution to not accidentally pull it.

As soon as he’s done, his voice comes from behind you again. “Are you hungry?” You nod slightly, standing up as he begins to leave the room, and you follow closely behind him. “Go ahead and get comfortable on the couch.” He tells you, and it feels like a demand.

“Logan I can-” You stop talking as he turns towards you, a stern look on his face as his eyes stare into yours, silencing you. You see his chest move as he takes a deep breath. Something felt off. With as much as you appreciated his care, it didn’t feel normal for you. You’re so used to just taking care of yourself, no matter the situation.

“Go sit down.” This time there was no comfort in his voice. It was a demand that you follow. Crossing your arms as you turn around and head towards the couch, sitting on your knee before crossing your legs. You hear the sink turn on, and you assume he’s cleaning your glass from last night. “What’re you hungry for?” He asks, and you think of the simplest thing that comes to your mind first. Toast.

“Toast would-”

“We have eggs, bacon, anything you like.” He interrupts you. You stare at him in the reflection of the TV. He's standing with his hand on the fridge handle, but his body is turned towards you. He wanted you to choose something he could actually prepare.

“I uh… surprise me I guess…” You tell him awkwardly, and his reflection moves again, taking contents out of the fridge that you weren’t able to see on the TV.

A few minutes pass. No conversation, but the cabin smelt amazing. You never took Logan as the type to be able to cook, but here you were, being served by him. Even if you really preferred making your own food. You were an adult after all. You hear clicks as he turns the dials off on the stove, and you hear a cupboard close, followed by the sound of two plates being set on the counter. Bringing you back to reality.

His reflection gets close on the TV, until he’s standing right next to you. He hands you a plate, a serving of steak, egg, and potato on the plate. Something he definitely didn’t have to make for you, but it looked amazing with cheese sprinkled on top. You thank him as you take the plate, and he sits right next to you on the couch with his own food.

One of his arms wrap around your shoulders in another side hug, his lips pressing to the top of your head, and you smile slightly, but the smile immediately falters as you then feel his lips press to your cheek, just at the corner of your lips, making you flinch, and you feel yourself practically shrink into the couch. His beard rubs against your cheek as his lips do touch you. It all felt so wrong, as you gently took his arm off of you again, your appetite suddenly smaller. “You don’t have to worry about anything.” He tells you, his voice making your stomach feel funny. “I’ll take care of you. All you have to do is sit there and look beautiful…”

#marvel #marvel smut #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #smut #x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan #logan x reader #logan howlett #xmen #james howlett #Forbidden Secret Desire

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yuikomorii · 1 year ago

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Happy 12th anniversary! 🎉

// I can’t believe so many years have passed since Ayato’s first CD drama, which marked the beginning of Diabolik Lovers and the introduction of my girl, Yui. Even if it got its flaws, I will continue to support this franchise! 💘

I have prepared an edit and a scenario for this special day! It's meant to be a "funny" one, so there will definitely be some cringe moments, but overall it's quite lighthearted. I sincerely hope you find it enjoyable! Besides, I had a blast writing Laito; he always channels my inner mischievousness.

Yui: Hmm… I believe I have all ingredients now!

( Come to think of it, the Sakamaki brothers are vampires but they surprisingly allowed me to celebrate Christmas this year. )

( It’s honestly so ironic that it makes me wonder whether or not they actually did it for… me? )

( A-Ah no, that’s definitely not the case! I’m probably just getting selfish at this point, but I genuinely do appreciate it. For this reason, I’ll try my best to cook all of their favorite dishes so as to show my gratitude! )

( Christmas is such a magical time of the year. It brings back memories of my father and I organizing the annual Christmas Mass together. We used to decorate the church and bake sweets for children, who were so cute when receiving them! Those were activities that truly brought joy to my heart… I sort of miss those times. )

( My father… I wonder, is he preparing for Christmas too? No, he most likely isn’t… )

( I don’t even know where he is to begin with but I truly hope he’s alright… )

( Anyway, I shouldn’t ruin the mood with those thoughts. Now that I've got everything ready for the dishes, I just need to find the right spot to hide Ayato-kun’s pre— )

Ayato: Yo, Chichinashi!

Yui: G-Geez! Ayato-kun, I told you already not to sneak up behind my back!

Ayato: Haa… Fine, fine, I’m sorry.

Yui: It’s— Eh?

( Wait a little, did he just apologize? )

Ayato: Why are you making such a dumb face? You don’t believe my words, do you?

Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s just that I wasn’t expecting Ayato-kun to apologize for something so trivial, you see.

Ayato: Hmm, I guess you’re not wrong. But, since Christmas is coming soon, it’d be a pity for Santa Claus to write me on the naughty list after trying to avoid it the whole year.

Yui: Naughty list…?

( Is it just me, or does Ayato-kun really believe Santa Claus will give him a present? I mean… Santa is told to only deliver them to children, and I'm not sure a 17-year-old still qualifies as one. )

( But I can’t straight up tell him that! It will only ruin the magic otherwise… Besides, when that thought crosses my mind, it somehow makes him appear so pure. )

Ayato: Hah? What are you grinning at? I swear, I've made an effort to be a good boy this year!

Yui: That’s really… amazing, Ayato-kun! I’m sure Santa will remember that!

Ayato: Heh? So you really think he’ll bring me something?

Yui: Uhm… Definitely!

( His eyes started sparking, I really can’t say “no” to that…! However, that only means I'll have to get him another gift so that he can have one from "Santa" and another one from me. )

B-By the way, I think I forgot to buy gingerbread syrup. I suppose I should leave before ——

Ayato: No, no, I’ll go!

Yui: You will? Ah, but you don’t have to! I was the one who forgo—…!

( He’s covering my mouth! )

Ayato: Stop blabbering already! Ore-sama offered to buy it for you, so you could try being a bit more grateful!

Yui: That’s… you’re right.

( Maybe it’s for the better. This way, I'll be able to find a hiding place for the present I already have for him. )

Ayato: I’ll be right back!

—Timeskip—

Ayato: Tsk, I can’t believe that shit was out of stock!

Chichinashi will surely be disappointed, if I come home with nothing! After all, she takes all that Christmas stuff seriously…

What's worse is that I tried really hard to find it, but it was already sold out by the time I arrived!

Tsk, damn it! Why must this be so complicated!?

Laito: Well, well. Seems like Ayato-kun is quite moody today.

Ayato: Get lost you pervert, it’s none of your business!

Laito: Haa… how rude of you, Ayato-kun. And there I was actually intending to give you this, but I guess you don’t need it anymore.

Bye bye~!

Ayato: Wait… What’s that thing in your hand?

Laito: What you ask? Nfu, it’s gingerbread syrup, of course. I was able to get the last one today.

Ayato: Wha—! Oi, you better give it to me or else—

Laito: Or else what~?

Ayato: I’ll—… Nevermind.

Look, you know I’m not into cheesy stuff but Chichinashi really loves Christmas, okay? Getting that gingerbread syrup might make her happy ‘cause maybe it’d remind her of how she celebrated it with her pops. That’s why… I can’t believe I’m saying this but… give it to me, please!

Laito: Woah, it’s honesty hour, hm?

Well, whatever, I don’t really care about that gingerbread syrup anyway, so you can take it if you want to.

Ayato: Really? Gr—

Laito: You didn’t let me finish though. I will only give it to you, if you promise me something.

Ayato: Hah? What the hell is it this time!?

Laito: No need to get so worked up~. All you have to do is to ensure that Bitch-chan consumes at least one glass of syrup at the time you bring it to her.

Ayato: That’s it? Pfft, easiest task ever!

Wait… almost a bit too easy.

Oi you perv, you better not plan something behind Ore-sama’s back, understood?

Laito: Normally I would, but Christmas is just around the corner, right? Who would risk being added to the naughty list at the last minute, right?

— hands Ayato the gingerbread syrup—

Place: Living room

Ayato: Yui! Yui! I’m back and look what I found!!

Yui: Good job, Ayato-kun! Thank you so much for helping me!

Ayato: Now take a seat!

— forces her to sit down —

Yui: Eh? What’s happening?

Ayato: Nothing to worry about, just drink this!

— shoves glass of syrup down her throat —

Yui: Mmh…!!

(What on earth!? I can’t breathe—!)

— Yui swallows it —

Ayato: So~, how is it?

— Yui starts coughing —

Yui: It’s… it’s not as sweet as I remembered. This one is quite bitter.

Ayato: Bitter? Don’t spout nonsense, gingerbread can’t be bitter!

Yui: Yeah… thought so too… but..

(My head started spinning around…)

Ayato: Are you even paying attention to what I’m saying?

Yui: Uuh… Sorry, Ayato-kun, I’m suddenly feeling so dizzy…

Ayato: How—?

( The heck’s wrong with her? Is it ‘cause she swallowed that too fast or…? )

Yui: Ayato-kun…

Ayato: What’s it?

Yui: Has anyone ever told you before that you are… extremely cute?

Ayato: Hah!? I mean, yeah, but what’s up with the random confession?

Yui: Eh? Am I not allowed to compliment the most adorable boy in the whole wide world…?

Ayato: Huh—?

Yui: You see, when I look at you like that… you might not be very clear, yet I can’t help but want to protect you…

Ayato: Protect me? D-Don’t say shit like that, it should be the other way around! After all, Ore-sama is the stron—!

(She pinned me down!?)

Yui: Fufu, you’re just so funny when you praise yourself like that…!

Everything about you is so beautiful… your hard yet nicely textured hair, your jade green eyes, your long eyelashes, your ——

Ayato: Tsk, get off me!

— pushes her away —

— Yui falls down —

Yui: Ngh…!

Ayato: …!

Oi! I… I didn’t mean to! Wait, gimme your hand!

— Yui takes his hand and looks up —

Ayato: (Don’t tell me… did that push bring her back to normal? Heh, if that’s so then—)

Yui: Mistletoe…

— puts her hands on his cheeks —

Yui: Holding your face like this makes me realize how soft your cheeks are… They are so round that I wish I could give you more and more Takoyaki until they become even chubbier…!

Ayato: S-Say what—!?

( It’s not like I dislike cheeky women but she’s nuts! )

— Yui gets closer to his lips —

Ayato: …!

*Smooch*

Laito: Fufu, hahaha, look at your face!

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Don’t just stand there staring, help me!

*Smooch*

Laito: Now why would I? After all, I already did you a favor by giving you the gingerbread liquor~!

Ayato: But you— Did you just say gingerbread LIQUOR!?

*Smooch*

Laito: Ex-act-ly! I was simply curious to see what kind of ‘drunk’ Bitch-chan is, and it seems like she’s the honest and horny type.

— takes picture —

Ayato: O-Oi! Don’t you dare to send it to anyone, delete it right now!

Laito: Oh my, look at the time! Now excuse me but I have to take my leave~.

Ayato: You can’t! Save me first!

Laito: Sorry Ayato-kun, no matter how delicious it feels watching you on top of each other while making out in plain sight, I've got better things to do, so... nfu, enjoy while it lasts!

— winks and disappears —

Ayato: You… You bastard! You will pay for this, I swear you wi— Mmh… Mm!

( Now how will I get myself out of THIS situation!? )

( Ugh, that’s what happens when you try helping others. I should have learnt my lesson a long time ago! )

— Yui stops kissing —

Yui: Will Ayato-kun… suck my blood?

Ayato: …!

( Heh, suddenly this doesn’t seem half bad anymore. I might actually grow to like being desired like that~. )

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #my edit #ayayui #ayato x yui #admin

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danrifics · 1 year ago

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you all pestered me for it and here it is. the closeness analysis/ theory.

now if you didn't see I basically had this theory that the closer to BIG and COTY we get in the DAPG timeline the closer dan and phil sit to each other. Dan made a comment about how them playing Heartthrob being like a gay soft launch and that got me thinking of some other ways they could have done it and one of those being the idea that as time goes on you get less and less strict and worrisome about what others think of you and so they end up gravitating closer and closer.

This post will be under a see more cos its probably gonna be long af.

I will be splitting it into stages.

2014 -15

2016 - 17

2018

revival

sorry the screenshots arent clickable to make bigger tumblr only allows for 30 on a post so i had to group them together!

(i will not be covering horror games apart from in the revival stage and i will also not be talking much about gamingmas 2023)

2014 - 15

now when i initially went to collect my evidence, i was suddenly worried maybe i kinda had things wrong because i feel like in Donkey Kong Country (the first dapg video, see screenshot below) they're sat pretty close but honestly when we get to how they sit a lot later on you'll see that this is actually pretty far apart

now here are some screenshots for the inital look at at the end of them we'll talk (this will be the layout for most of this post i think)

now of course this is only a selection of those year's videos if i screenshotted them all i fear this post would never end. now these first 2 years are a good mix of at desk videos on sofa videos. i noticed from some other videos not show here that in sofa videos they rend to sit a lot closer to each other than they do at the desk, this is kinda funny to me cos really they definitely have room for a wider frame on the couch if they wanted to sit like normal people.

2016 - 17

2016 and the start of 2017 feel like a mixed bag of how close together they are but i did notice that the more into 2017 we got the more they seemed to be shoulder to shoulder! these also started to wean out sofa sitting games (not 100% gone yet but almost). now if you're wondering why i've kept this screenshot apart its cos this is the last one in the first london apartment.

and honestly from here on out is where i believe the "soft launching" begins!

so lets finish 2017 and see if im right!

just had to single out this screenshot for a sec:

in case anyone wondered that is the face dan made during dream daddy when phil reads "we were roommates for a while too"

softlaunch?

anyway moving on

watching these videos definitely feels like something changed btw, while they still arent as close as we'll start seeing them sit, i definitely noticed more often they were shoulder to shoulder. but like a new room has definitely changed the vibe a little bit between them, and now we can move on to the next and final year of pre hiatus dapg, where things as you will see immediately start to change.

2018

like i said... immediately we are met with this, i would also like to let everyone know that 2018 is my favourite era of pre hiatus dapg

lets see what the rest of this year will bring

now i'm splitting 2018 up into parts because i need to do a whole talk about the tour situations so for now lets look at the above screenshots, now its very obvious that they are sitting so much closer to each other which i think is really funny considering how big that room is and often in this section of videos there is a lot of room either side of them so they literally do not need to be that close.

now lets talk about the tour bus. this is how close they're sitting

thats for sure a 1 person seat yet they've both forced themselves on even tho the sofa literally behind them would have been perfectly fine to sit on, and they cant give me "this is the only place to set up the camera" babe its really not theres a whole surface behind you.

okay thank you for listening to this, moving on to the final part of 2018!

(the last 2 screenshots are out of order oops)

idk about you but yeah i think they are definetly a lot closer than they were way back in 2014. i really dont have a lot to say other than that, and i have definetly proven my theory so now we've established that lets have a brief look at post hiatus dapg!

Revival

Now this is gonna be really brief its just a summary of where we are post BIG/COTY and post hiatus (things my brain still cant quite believe is real)

now here are the revival moments i wanna give a mention!

firstly sims season ep 3 when dan moves his chair away from phil and their wheels are literally locked together, pushing phil's chair too

heres dan looking into the monitor and then moving closer to phil <3

and finally

hand hold

thanks for reading all this and sorry if it didnt live up to the hype lmao

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phan #dapg #dnpg

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moon-child-goddess · 11 months ago

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When we say goodbye Pt 1

Pairings: Druig X LightBender!Eternal!Reader (Fem)

Summary: Druig and readers time together before he leaves the group. The beginning of her descent into darkness.

Warnings: MCU Violence, Blood, Fighting, I used Fem pronouns, some fluff and angst. Time Jumps

Author's note: I watched Saltburn and then Eternals, got an Idea so here we are my first ever thingy thing. This is part one. I got carried away…. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part Two Part Three

Intricate gold patterns trailed up Y/Ns arms as she used the sunlight around her to create a massive hawk. It took off, sinking its glowing talons into the deviant’s eyes. The creature let out a strangled shriek before biting the bird. The golden creature dissolved in its jaws. Y/N pulled more light together, throwing it at the ugly monster. The ground rumbled under her feet as it fell over. It held the force of a mini earthquake. She used all the strength in her legs to keep from toppling over. Usually, Y/N had to have help from Thena or one of the other Eternals help her take the deviants down. She could wound them but hardly ever executed.

A deviant that was hidden in the tree line focused on the Y/H/C-haired girl. She stood over its friend, a wide victorious smile on her face. And did a small dance, proud of herself. It huffed out before taking off toward her. The creature now behind Y/N raised a clawed hand, slashing it through the air with the force of hurricane winds. An ear-splitting scream passed her lips while the deviant’s razor-sharp nails ripped through her flesh. Cutting right through her like a perfectly done steak. A searing heat of pain ran through her body.

"Y/N!" Druig cried out. Within a heartbeat, he took off running to her. Leaving Kingo and Thena to fend for themselves. He knew they were more than capable of handling their situation. After all, Thena could take three deviants down in the blink of an eye.

Gilgamesh neutralized the deviant attacking the girl, effectively preventing it from killing Y/N. More deviants came out of the trees to defend their fallen, pulling him back to Thenas side. There were more of the creatures in this area than anywhere the group had been before. They were multiplying like bunnies in the spring.

Druig knelt in Y/N's blood as it soaked in to the forest's floor and carefully pulled her head to his lap. His eyes flitted over the crimson wounds, muttering a sorry when a whimper escaped her. Through the blurry haze of pain, she could make out a deviant coming toward the two of them. No one besides Y/N seemed to notice the thing. Without another thought, she used the small patch of sunlight by her fingers directing the stream of light to blind the monster. Cerci took care of the rest.

"Saved my ass again, my sunshine." He smiled that breathtaking smile, pushing her hair out of her face. Druig took a deep breath wiping any emotions he showed off his face. He didn't want to worry his friend.

"I think we are even now," she spoke, inhaling sharp breaths with each word.

Ajak got down by the two, placing her hands on Y/N. A numb, tingling feeling ran through her. It felt like her limbs were waking up after sleeping on them wrong. Even with how many times Ajak has used her abilities on her, it was a sensation she would never get used to. Once Ajak was finished, Y/N thanked her. Honestly, the group would have been dead if Arishem hadn't given them Ajak.

Y/N got up to her knees and faced the black-haired menace she called her best friend. She bit her lip, not finding the words she wanted to say. ‘Thank you…I love you.’ Instead, she hugged him. Druig buried his face in her neck, inhaling in her smell overwhelmed his senses. A reminder she was still there.

“You’re still here,” he murmured against her neck, causing chills to run down her spine.

“You would miss me if I was gone. Who would accidentally hurt Ikaris for you." Y/N joked, pulling away to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You don't even know." He responded. Ruffling her hair before helping her up.

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Thena dodged at Y/N. They were training in a secluded area of a beach. The girl side stepped out of the way effectively blocking the blonde warrior. Thena tried a right hook and Y/N used her arm to block the hit. That was the fourth time in a row. Which was a major improvement.

“See I can fight” Y/N giggled as Thena threw another punch at her.

“You have some things to work on, for your safety.” Thena responded. She was doing this for Y/N, but Druig had begged her to help. He never asked for anything so she gladly complied.

Y/N managed to hook her leg over Thena’s. Effectively pulling her down on the sand. She straddled the warrior with a victory smile. Sounds of claps met her ears from a distance. Looking up it was Makkari cheering her on. Thena used the distraction to flip over and pin Y/N down. She wore the victory smirk now.

“You cheated”

“You lost focus.” Thena pulled her up.

“Did you want me to kill you?” Y/N asked exasperated.

“No, but let's go again. This time I won't go easy”

“Easy?” That was outrageous.

Y/N made the first move this round of sparing. Thena effortlessly dodged the attack knocking Y/N down. She glared up at the women, more determined to win. She got up and tried again only to be knocked on her ass once again. Grains of sand fell into her clothes, and stuck to her sweat. Her hair was all over the place too she knew she had to have looked crazy. Her chest heaved as she began to catch her breath.

Thena put an arm out to help her up but dropped her halfway up. The blonde woman smiled down at her. Y/N heard a laugh this time. She knew that laugh like it was the air she needed to breathe. He must have made his way over with Makkari. Those two were attached at the hip lately.

“Shut up Dru.” she called out to her dark haired friend, and bit down on her lip.

Thena helped Y/N back up and got her to her feet this time. Nodding at the girl to go again. There was a moment of hesitation before she lunged back at her screaming. This time she grazed Thena with her fingers, and escaped the movement the warrior made to grab her. There was at least 7 feet between them now. They both waited for the other to make a move. Thena started to go for Y/N’s right but swerved for the left taking the girl for surprise and once again putting her on the sandy floor.

Y/N huffed out, defeated and done for the day. She covered her face with her aching arms. This hit was going to bruise. Druig laughed again.

“Once again, shut up Dru.” He apologized but his tone was joking. She knew he was too amused to mean it.

“You are doing well. In another week you will be able to defend yourself flawlessly.” She pulled Y/N back up to her feet. Signing to Makkari to join her in the city.

Druig was distracted by the sweat glinting off Y/N’s body as she made her way to sit next to him. She dug her bare feet into the warm sand resting her head on her knees. He rubbed her back watching the ocean's waves roll on to the shore.

“You are improving sunshine.” She grunted at his words.

‘Lies’ she thought leaning in to him. Her body hurt all over.

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Y/N ran through the crowded town square knocking into some people. She ignored the glares thrown her way, too focussed on finding her friend. She wanted to show him something exciting. He was going to love it. It thrilled her to know she was going to see that soft smile of his.

“Druig!” Y/N yelled when his head of hair came into view. As soon as he heard her voice, he dropped what was in his hands, looking for her. A small smile fought its way onto his face as she ran towards him. She quickly closed the remaining distance between them before he could even step forward.

"Yes, my sunshine?" His smile widened as he watched her bounce on the balls of her feet. Obviously excited about something.

"Come with me. I want to show you something." Y/N grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. She whisked him off toward the forest. He didn't have the opportunity to say no. Not that he would have denied her anything. He would have walked across hot coals if she so much as asked.

They came to a halt in the middle of a clearing of varying purple colored flowers. Y/N stood, so she was right in front of him, stealing his attention. He used their joined hands to pull her closer. A sparkle crossed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers. He glanced down at her soft lips. Their lips were a breath away from what they both wanted, but they were too stubborn to do anything.

"Ok, close your eyes, no peeking." she bit down on the inside of her cheek, untangled their fingers, and took a step back. Druig frowned. And reached out to her. She shook her head.

"I swear, Y/N, if this is a trick. I will not talk to you ever again." That was a lie. Even if it wasn't, she would wear him down. She knew all the right buttons to push to get his attention. A soft musical laugh escaped her before she responded. He yearned to bottle that sound up for a cloudy day.

"Dru, it's not. Now place your hands over your eyes, and no using your powers." He poked her in the side, straightening up before complying with her demands. It earned him another laugh.

Druig could sense her tongue sticking out. Y/N had always done that when she was concentrating. He knew her better than he knew himself. He paid attention to every detail for centuries and stored them in his memory. Druig could read her like an open book. Sometimes he wondered if she knew all her little quirks. How she tousled her hair when she was stressed or when her nose twitched when she wanted to yell.

After a couple minutes, Druig's hands were tugged away from his face. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for her to be truly ready. Afraid to ruin her surprise. Y/N once again laced their fingers together. Druig squeezed her palms, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin. He could stay like this forever, just the two of them. Although, he would prefer to actually see her.

"Open." It felt like an eternity before he did as she asked.

The scene in front of him was ethereal. Thousands of gold butterflies fluttered around them. Y/N watched as Druigs sapphire blue eyes followed the movements of her creations. There was a lone black one that flew past his face. It looked more like a moth than a butterfly. It landed on a rock before vanishing.

Druig’s whole body was relaxed for the first time in a while. He stared at the spectacle in front of him in utter disbelief. With an extended finger, he coaxed a butterfly to land on it. It spread its wings out as he pulled it up closer to examine. There were delicate patterns on the wings. They looked like any regular butterfly, just dipped in liquid gold.

Druig set the thing on Y/Ns nose and dragged the finger past her lips pulling at her bottom lip and rested on her chin. Her nose scrunched up as the insect walked across her cheek. An affectionate smile took over his face, and his eyes dilated. His finger lingered on her chin a second longer, watching as the butterfly disappeared.

She had butterflies; anytime he touched her or simply looked her way. With that look, he reserved for her alone. It was softer than he ever looked at Makkari. Butterflies were there at the thought of him.

"How is this possible? You can usually only create one thing at a time." Druig pulled them both down. He sat on the cold ground and her on his lap. He snaked an arm around her waist, holding her close. He rested his chin on her soft hair, keeping his gaze on the moment playing out before him.

"I'm not sure I was playing around, and bam. Butterflies." Y/N paused, making an exploding gesture with her hands. She looked like a kid on their birthday, giddy.

“Not the most frightening thing. But hey, I did it."

"This is wonderful. My beautiful, beautiful sunshine." Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the glittering butterflies disappear with the sunset. Druig played with her hair absentmindedly, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

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Y/N stood in the forest with everyone listening to Ajak lecture Druig about controlling the humans. Thena began to twitch and mumble inaudible things next to her. Y/N truly thought it was another insult toward Druig, but she couldn't hear anything as Phastos began yelling. Thena started to speak a little louder this time.

“Thena?” Sersi said, turning to us looking concerned. “Are you ok?”

“Everyone is going to die” Thenas eyes went a foggy white, and she summoned a polearm ready to attack.

“Sersi!” Y/N cried out trying to get in front of her before Thena could attack. Makkari reacted instantly before the rest of the group knew what was happening, and pulled Sersi out of the warrior's way. Druig focused on Y/N’s cries.

Chaos broke out instantly. The golden weapon managed to hit Phastos. Y/N tried to summon something but there was no light available to pull from. The darkness moved slightly casting shadowy lines on the ground, but she couldn't gain control of them. Druig yanked her out of the way as Makkari took off with Thena.

Before Druig could even try to stop her, she went running after them.She ran as fast as she could trying to have half the speed Makkari had. He called out to stop her, but she was too far gone, trying to protect those she cared about.

Makkari was hurt on the forest floor. Thena waved her weapon around frantically, nicking the girl in front of her. Drawing blood. Y/N let out a hiss. Was it dumb to run after someone when she can't fight? Absolutely, but she wanted to protect her family. Thena was about to make a fatal blow, but Ajak stopped it with her hand. She showed no emotion as she stared the warrior down. It was chilling.

Y/N used the distractions as her opportunity to get to her friend who was laying still. She put pressure on Makkari’s wound to slow the blood loss.Throwing her whole weight on it, which caused the girl under her to flinch.

“It's ok. We will fix this.” Y/N spoke, trying to keep calm while waiting for Ajak to come. Hoping Makkari would understand her.

Druig knelt next to her putting his hands on top of A/N’s. A worried look flashing through him as he caught sight of the cut on her arm. Ajak was over in no time working on healing them. Gilgamesh stood by looking absolutely guilty for what he had done to Thena.

Druig pulled Y/N to a river washing her hands in the cool water. It was slowly grounding the girl back to reality. He murmured gentle affirmations to her as he scrubbed at her skin.

Once again, Druig and Ajak were arguing about the humans. They were all in the confines of a pyramid now. Ikaris involved himself always acting as if he was the one incharge. He threatened Druig. They frequently fought about something stupid and made empty threats. Normally Y/N would defend him. But she was overwhelmed with the dry blood that remained under her nails and Thena laying in front of her. Y/N had found it easy to tune them out through the centuries, turning them into background noise. Her second favorite person was hurting, and she couldn't fix it. This wasn't fair, she thought. Ajak couldn't even truly fix it. Her powers had limits, just like the rest of the group.

Intense words continued to be traded amongst the group. A malicious tone was hidden behind every spoken thought. Ajak stayed calm; she was the only one with a level head. Y/N stood stark still in a corner, keeping quiet. She tried to become one with the wall behind her. Her eyes were glued to the colorful walls, begging internally for them to calm down and stop.

Eventually, a stark silence took over the room. Cries of the innocent outside seemed to disappear through the walls. Y/N glanced up, examining the small space. Druig was rushing out. No one moved from their place to stop him. They just watched.

Y/N began to hyperventilate; the air was thinning out. Dru wasn't going to say goodbye? Was our friendship a lie? Did he only put up with me for entertainment? Poisonous thoughts raced through her head. Her feet had their own mind and made her take off after him.

"Druig!" Y/N Shouted, bolting down the stairs. She wanted to beg him to stop… to come back and say it was all a sick joke. She yearned for him to tell her he would never leave her behind.

‘Stay with me, please.’ She begged him subconsciously. Her thoughts were so loud that she was half convinced he could hear them when he flinched. Y/N knew it was selfish, but she needed him

A choked sob escaped her as her feet hit the flat ground. It felt as if her heart was making its way to her throat. The thing beat rapidly against her ribs like a stampede of gazelles being chased as prey. It was almost painful.

"Dru, please." He didn't respond, only walked at a faster pace. Y/N yelled out again. One last desperate attempt to get his attention.

This time, he stopped surrounded by the people under his control. Y/N blinked back the tears, threatening to fall. She placed a hand over her mouth, smothering a sob. Druig’s hands clenched into tight fists. He watched the people in front of him, all unmoving not even a blink.

"Please- Please don't leave me." Y/N’s voice cracked. Deep inside her soul, she knew this was goodbye. He turned to face her, eyes dilated. Instead of sapphire blue, she was met with black pools of obsidian. She stepped forward. The people were already on the defense with her movements towards the Eternal. Druig stopped them immediately she was no threat, and no harm would come to her at his hand.

"My beautiful, beautiful sunshine. I have to go. Arishems plan is not for me.” Druig cautiously wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. He never wanted to be the reason for those tears, but this was what was best for her. She would regret leaving with him, and he couldn't ask her to leave the people she loved so much. Y/N closed her eyes. Tipping her head up to the starry sky, she let out a depleted laugh.

“You are going to do wonderful things." He mumbled. Before he could stop it, he pulled her in for a hug. Druig held on tighter than usual. She wrapped herself around his frame, taking in the comfort of his hold. He buried his face in her neck. They fit together perfectly. As if they were sculpted for each other. They were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be lost. He pulled away slowly and tucked loose strands of Y/N's hair behind her ears. Then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before resting his forehead against hers.

"Please." she choked on her tears, reaching out to cup his face. She held on to him like one would hold an injured bird. Druigs eyes flashed through emotions before going blank. Oh how he wanted to be selfish, but he couldn't ask her to leave. He wiped away another tear, yearning to stop her pain. Their lips were mere inches apart. He could take the one thing he's wanted since he met her on that ship. But he couldn't do that to her. He was a selfish man, just not when it came to her.

"You need them, and they need you." He took a step back and locked his jaw. It took everything in his soul to not reach out and grab her. He forced himself to walk away.

"No." She whispered as she watched him retreat through the flaming city. Her heart shattered with each step he took with his new followers. A darkness began to fill in the cracks.

"I-I need you." she whispered to the air once he was gone.

#druig x reader #druig imagine #eternals imagine #eternals x reader #marvel imagine

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skayafair · 6 months ago

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A Light in the Dark

I never noticed it before and don't know if anyone mentioned it already but we know how a lantern is important as a metaphor and a symbol for Charles and Edwin relationship, right?

Well. That's not the only lantern there is.

Monty also carries one while he walks with Edwin through the forest, even though he was rejected. Still, they keep a relationship - Edwin stresses that he cares for Monty and considers him a friend. And it's clear this is important for Monty, too.

But then.

The lantern is extinguished. Monty can't be the light. And by whom? The Cat King, who enters the scene with his own sourse of light. "Look at me, I'm fabulous, sure I'm better and you want me?".

Honestly, all this time I was wondering what was the deal with that chandelier, it just seemed SO out of place and out of nowhere. Now it's pretty clear though!

The lanterns/sources of light in the dark often represent relationship in this show. The Cat King ended Edwin and Monty's and tried to use this as a fuel for his own.

But also a "lantern" (romantic feelings mixed with friendship) is way closer to what Edwin wants and has, it has little to do with the posh "chandelier" (apparently just sexual attraction).

It's interesting that in the same episode there's one more source of light, only smaller.

At first it's Edwin who has it, then he gives it to Charles, but eventually the one carrying it is Crystal. And it briefly goes out when she drops it while David is trying to undermine her self-esteem, simultaniously aiming for her affection for Charles ("You think you deserve a hero?").

Honestly I'm not sure what to make of it except for the fact that it's clearly a very deliberate choice that has its own meaning, but I think in this case it may be different from the rest?

At first I thought it was trust - Edwin trusts Charles and Crystal to go together. Sure he's preoccupied with Monty, but still, there's no trace of his usual jealousy. This is a serious situation and everyone's safety is the most important. So Edwin trusts them, handing the light over.

Then I've got confused a bit but this may still be it? Crystal drops the flashlight when David shows her an image of her being posessed, black eyes and all, undermining her ability to trust herself: IS this the real her? What if he's right?

The lantern blinks. Sure it blinks from the impact but I think there's an additional meaning since the camera takes a pointed shot of it. David threatens not just her - he threatens everything that is her and everything she has, relationships included, and that's what he goes for next with his "do you think you deserve a hero like Charles" speech. Then Charles promptly steps in with his protective instincts and magic cricket boomerang bat.

The next time we see them, Crystal has the flashlight again.

Also this is literally a leading light in the dark - both Edwin and Crystal take leadership, so they hold it. In Monty's case it's not Edwin who leads the way though. He gave up this position for some time.

I may be wrong with this one, so I'd be glad to learn everyone's opinions!

Also there's another thing. Monty's lantern gets extinguished as his relationship with Edwin end (it wouldn't have, I'm sure they could be friends even after all that, but Monty didn't have a chance). Charles and Edwin's lantern is left in Hell, but their relationship clearly doesn't end. It changes significantly though. Any change is a small death of the old and a beginning of the new?

I mean, the situations are similar. There are 3 (sort of) rejections throughout the series: Crystal rejects Charles with "we'd better be friends... for now", Edwin rejects Monty with "It wasn't you but you are my friend I care deeply about" and then Charles with his "I can't say I'm in love with you but we have literally forever to figure out the rest". They all have similarities and differences: Crystal wants to be friends but leaves room for developement with this "for now", same as Charles with his "forever to figure out the rest". At the same time friendship is the cornerstone all four of them hold on to and come to eventually. Romance may or may not come into the picture later but what's important is that they are friends and care for each other.

Oh, right, I forgot Edwin's goodbye to the Cat King. It does tie up with the rest in a way though: the Cat King represents selfish desires (even if less so in the end), and what he shares with Edwin - and by extention, with everyone who has been rejected, - is loneliness. Friendship is great, but it's not the same, and it's hard to swallow your romantic feelings once they're there. It is lonely and painful to not be desired, even if it's for the best eventually. And Edwin admits it.

Now shush I know Charles' words weren't a rejection from the audience's POV but Edwin clearly took them as one, so I refer to it this way since the characters' POV is what's important here.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace surname von hoverkraft #monty the crow #the cat king #payneland #cryland #dbda

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ghosts-bandwagon · 2 years ago

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Hii. Can we also get Ghost's version of the hcs you just wrote about how Price is during arguments etc... Thank uuuuuuu xx

Ooh yes I love this one, here’s the Price version for those curious!

Personally, I feel like his anger is implosive instead of explosive. He’s spent so long trying not to be explosive in his anger that he’s overcorrected and wound up making it implosive instead

As far as what would cause the argument, it could honestly be over something so stupid like not washing the dishes after cooking. But as far as what causes the buildup, it’s his own stress from work, maybe you’re having a bad day and snap at him a little, things like that

It seems like he lets things slide but it builds and builds and he wants to say something but he (incorrectly) believes you should just know that he’s getting progressively more and more upset

Eventually he snaps and it’s ugly. He definitely gets really mean, he’s bringing up the things that upset him- even if it happened a month ago, he’s passive aggressive, his tone is incredibly harsh, he’s insulting you without directly insulting you if that makes sense

It’s really hard for him to calm down once he gets going so having patience is so fucking important. Equally, if not more, important is hitting the brakes before the situation starts spinning out of control

If you’re able to catch him before he gets going and you’re calm and apologetic, he’ll pump the brakes. He’s still worked up but it doesn’t get to a nasty breaking point

Even if what set off the argument was his fault and it’s upset you, you have to stay calm and gently bring it to his attention

The argument might go better if you gently suggest taking a few minutes to breathe and come back calmer, even if you’re doing it for yourself it’ll force him to take a second as well

If you’re angry and you’re showing it, it easily becomes a screaming match and no one wins. He reaches a point that he walks away and disappears, doesn’t matter how hard you’re crying, yelling, doesn’t matter. He’s walking out and cooling off and he’s definitely ignoring you

Even when he comes back, he’s avoiding you like the plague. Not only is he still seething but he’s even more worked up about being so worked up in the first place, he hates getting angry, especially if it winds up directed at you

The key to arguments with Simon is staying calm, rational, and being patient and gentle

When things have calmed down, it helps to talk about how to avoid that in the future, remind him that you can only know what’s wrong if he tells you, remind him that you can handle it and that it’s better for everyone in the long run if he talks through his feelings

He completely agrees with you and he’s apologizing for getting so angry, he doesn’t mean it, doesn’t mean a word he says when he’s upset, it just builds and builds and he can’t stop it

When his anger subsides, he’s left with guilt and shame and disgust with himself for getting so worked up and in such an ugly way, he makes it up to you by being extra affectionate, he’s not leaving your side at all, he’s holding on to some part of you

He orders from your favorite restaurant, put on your favorite show, massages your hands, shoulders, legs, anywhere you’ll let him

God forbid he made you cry though, he’s beating himself up so hard. He’s so focused on doing everything and anything to make it up to you, but when you’re asleep on his chest, legs tangled with his, eyes a little puffy from crying earlier, he’s on the verge of tears, his self loathing at its strongest

He’s so torn up about arguing with you, it’s physically painful for him because he hates it so much. He’s not as bent out of shape about it if the argument gets stopped before it begins, but he still feels really rotten for letting it get to that point

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod headcanons

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Lake Laogai

This Lake had better have Appa in it. With little water wings on.

Skipping the commentary as usual.

The Previously On section suggests that a whole lot of plot threads are about to crash into each other. Strap in folks.

Lefty Sokka!

Beat up Sokka quota fulfilled by his sister's critique of his art skills. It's not like he had paper to practice with at the South Pole.

Sometimes I forget that Aang is 12, then he does something like attempt to rescue his pet from a nefarious city-wide conspiracy of silence with lost cat posters.

"Good tea is its own reward." That means no, he isn't paid enough.

Remember what I said in my last post about Iroh bringing too much attention to himself?

"senior executive assistant manager" someone on the writing team has worked retail I see. Nothing like meaningless promotions with no raise attached! It's right up there with employee pizza party.

I have to pause here and point something out. This whole scene with Iroh? This is an adult fantasy. I don't mean dirty, I mean this whole scene was put in specifically to appeal to the adults who got roped in to watching this kids' show by their children. A rich man walks through the door of your shitty retail job, immediately spots your natural greatness, and offers you a much better paying job with unlimited creative freedom and a better house to go with it? Find me a burnt out retail worker who hasn't conjured up this fantasy five times a shift.

And so the plots come crashing back together. This won't end badly.

"patience really pays off" I checked. He waited literally three seconds.

Shout out to Toph in the background playing catch with a ball she can't see. Casual flex of epic proportions.

Remind me never to go to Lake Laogai. Sounds like it's lousy with Ju Dees.

So the Ju Dees don't know about each other? Because she seems honestly confused. Does Ju Dee think she's the only Ju Dee? What happens if two Ju Dees run into each other in the street?

Posters are illegal but I haven't heard a peep about recarving a bunch of fields into a zoo.

This is maybe the second time Aang's blown up over Appa. Frankly he deserves more blow ups about the whole situation.

I don't think knocking down walls will help find Appa, but I applaud Toph's spirit.

They took out a whole wall and then exit by the door anyways. That's funny.

I really hate this guy, but I have to admit that he may be the first truly competent villain of the series.

'The Jasmine Dragon' also lets anyone with half a brain know that you're Fire Nation. Try the Jasmine Badgermole instead.

Zuko really can't catch a break, huh? He wasn't happy being a tea server, but at least he was resting. But every time he gets five minutes to himself, the main plot reappears to drag him back into the action, whether he wants to or not. Although he hasn't figured out that he doesn't want to be dragged back yet.

Every line of dialogue in this scene is a good point. Zuko's right, Iroh's right. The Zuko's right again, then Iroh's right again.

YES YES YES GET HIS ASS

That was satisfying!

I'm not understanding why Sokka is the voice of reason here. Is he incapable of holding a grudge? He's the one that had all the animosity with Jet to begin with. Shouldn't it be Aang who wants to hear him out?

Toph is a living lie detector now? I can't think of an example off the top of my head, but I'm sure that could have come in handy previously. Any other incredibly useful skills we should know about?

Jet is oddly defensive for someone who claims to know he did wrong.

Ever get so excited that your spine malfunctions?

Sokka just has a metre long map in his pocket. Good friend to have in a pinch.

Avatar first! Katara is rude to an old person!

I'm going to have fun with Toph's new ability.

Toph, you have never been more right. It is the worst city ever. You are really shining this episode.

I know this is a serious scene, but I need to point out that Jet's guyliner is on point.

This shot is jarringly out of place. I think it's because it both black and white, and live action. Those have to be real clouds.

So the Blue Spirit can talk after all. Careful, your Zuko is showing.

Wow Zuko is good at sewing. And fast too.

Sokka is having far too much fun with this whole 'prompt Jet's memory' thing. Maybe he does have a bit of a grudge after all.

Katara can reverse brainwashing now too? Everyone's levelling up this episode.

This scene with the planks is a very cool and disorienting visual.

Didn't have 'the gaang breaks into a brainwashing facility' on my ATLA bingo card.

Pretty.

OMIGOD IT'S AP- did Zuko just break the fourth wall?

Everyone always forgets to look up.

So this fight is going to be Toph v. all of the Dai Li while everyone else tries not to get in Toph's way.

That's a boat.

Toph could probably take all these guys out faster if she wasn't having to constantly break off to save everyone else from them.

The Dai Li prancing up walls is a really cool visual. It's very Ty Lee of them.

I love watching her work.

Why don't you let Long Feng escape? He's no longer threatening you, and you're down there to rescue Appa. Just let him go.

The security on Lake Laogai is a joke.

Big words from someone who also had no plan whatsoever at the North Pole.

Zuko knows that Iroh's right. He knows, and that's important. I don't think Iroh is saying anything that Zuko hasn't thought and then hurriedly pretended to have never thought about before. It's why he says 'stop it' rather than being completely confused as to what Iroh is referring to.

Poor Appa's like 'can you have a crisis of self after you free me please?'

'You've chosen your own demise." No. You chose it for him. That's some top tier deflection/victim blaming right there.

Longshot can talk!

That's one hell of a set up and pay off re: Toph's lie detecting abilities.

Poor Jet. A double tragedy: to be likeable only when you're brainwashed, and to dedicate your life to wiping out the Fire Nation yet being killed by the Earth Kingdom.

Hi Appa. It's about time buddy.

Shockingly in character for Appa's first actions to be to single handedly save the Gaang from a threat.

You skip that bastard like a stone.

Everyone go and listen to the sound Appa makes when he spits out Long Feng's shoe. It's delightful.

I am framing this.

And this too.

I can tell there's some shmymbolism here, but it's gone right over my head.

Final Thoughts

Appa is back. The Gaang has Appa back. I have Appa back. Ok. I can relax now. With any luck, this means we can leave Ba Sing Se.

This episode felt like City of Walls and Secrets, Part 2. I think it was a good decision to have a couple of episodes between the two, but I think there would be some tonal whiplash if you binged this section of season 2. Which wouldn't have been a problem for a show designed to air once a week, so it's a moot point.

So Zuko freed Appa from his chains, and presumably pointed him in the direction of a door or something. Or maybe not; Appa has a ridiculously hard head, he could have busted his way out. Either way, Zuko broke the chains. Thanks Zuko!

In season 1, Zuko finds the Avatar the world had lost. In season 2, Zuko finds the Sky Bison the Avatar had lost. So in season 3, Zuko will find something Appa has lost. I wonder what that will be?

Jet being killed by the Earth Kingdom is so deliciously ironic, and tragic, yet very in character for the Earth Kingdom's approach to this war. It's also literally this:

Smellerbee and Longshot have really gotten the short end of the stick over and over this season. They were the only ones to decide to stick with Jet. Presumably they were the only ones who believed that he had had a legitimate change of heart. And they were kind of wrong. They get to Ba Sing Se only for Jet to immediately backslide way past even where he was at his worst in Season 1. He completely discounts and dismisses their legitimate concerns for his methods and his overall health. Then Jet gets arrested and disappears for two (?) weeks. So what do they do now? Get jobs? Steal so they don't starve? Then suddenly Jet's back but he doesn't even remember them. Then suddenly Jet's dead. The whole point of coming to Ba Sing Se just died, in a way that shows very clearly that their desire to help with the war is not welcome at all in the city. So what now? Do they leave and try to fight in the war from outside the walls? Do they settle down and try to forget about the war? Things did spiral completely out of Jet's control once the Dai Li got involved, but you have to admit that he's left his only remaining friends up a creek.

Sokka had some good jokes but was oddly ok with this episode's events. Toph had some great lines and got to shine with a new skill that any writer with half a brain will bring back in future episodes. She felt like the audience substitute this episode, which is usually Sokka's role. Toph was episode MVP for sure. Poor Aang took a bit of a back seat this episode. Zuko finally hit the crisis point, and may well have made his first indisputably correct decision of the series. But, as previous episodes have gone out of their way to show me that Zuko being good always goes badly for Zuko, I'm sure freeing Appa will somehow come back to bite him.

Iroh's question of "who are you? And what do you want?" was Zuko's entire character arc this season. He took a shot at answering the "who are you?" portion in Zuko Alone, and sort of halfway got there before messing up at the end of the episode. As for the "what do you want?" Zuko will tell you (often and repeatedly) that he wants his honour back. But I think he just wants to go home. The thing is, I strongly suspect that the home Zuko wants to return to hasn't existed since his mother left, if it ever existed at all. Which means that while "who are you?" has an answer Zuko can work towards, "what do you want?" has an answer that is kind of impossible. So Zuko is going to have to learn to want something new.

RIP Jet. Your life was fucked to Hell long before you were old enough to try and salvage it. You'll probably be missed by more people than you strictly deserve. War sucks, amirite?

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #lake laogai

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