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toomanystoriessolittletime · 11 months ago

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New Years wishes

Week 5 of the Winter Writing Challenge

prompt: "I wanna be your last first kiss.“

Summary: After spending difficult six month without Marcus he surprises you for New Years Eve.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, also angst, little heartbreak, Marcus is having a tiny midlife crisis, but it all turns out good in the end

A/N: totally stealing from Greys Anatomy I'm not even sorry

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You don’t know why you let Charlotte talk you into going to her New Years eve party. You weren’t big on parties, and you definitely weren’t looking forward to this one.

But you were looking forward to this year finally being over.

That’s the only reason Charlotte used to talk you into coming to her party, to celebrating this year finally being over and to starting a new year which would hopefully bring you more than heartbreak.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your gaze landing on the necklace you were wearing.

The necklace Marcus had gifted you for your first anniversary.

It was a little cupcake on a golden chain, because it was through a cupcake that the two of you reconnected a year before.

Marcus was Charlotte’s big brother. Growing up you had the biggest crush on him but it would almost take twenty years for it to finally become more.

And it was a chance meeting.

You were working in your little bakery, not far away from FBI headquarters and Marcus had moved to town after getting offered to be the leading agent of the art crime division. You would only learn later that this new job originally also entailed a new fiancé.

But her loss was your gain in the end. Marcus started to spend all his lunch breaks in your little bakery, reconnecting and slowly falling in love with you.

And things had been going perfectly.

Eight months after you officially started dating he moved into your little house, just outside of the city you had inherited from your grandmother after she died.

You were so in love with each other, that you really didn’t know how to react when Marcus wanted a break.

It had been after another lengthier mission that Marcus had come home and asked for a some time apart. That he needed some time to think about his life and how he could be the best version of himself for you, and while it broke your heart, you were willing to give him everything he wanted if it made him feel better.

That was almost six months ago and you had both only seen each other a handful of times. He assured you that it wasn’t you, that he had some things he needed to work out with himself and that you deserved to have the best version of himself if you still wanted him.

Of course you wanted him. You would always want him.

You were beyond confused, asking yourself if it was something you did that made him feel this way.

You missed him. Every single day.

You went from daydreaming about the future with him together, both of you planing your wedding, where you would live, how many children you would have, to lonely microwave dinners and reruns of the bachelor until you fell asleep in front of the TV.

Christmas had been beyond depressing.

You never had much family left in the first place, and the last years had been spent with the Pike’s. You were invited of course, but you could not bring yourself to go there and spend the day with Marcus and his family, when you were hurting deep down about your relationship status.

You had tried to talk to him since he moved out, but he had only asked for more time, telling you that he would understand if you were getting tired of waiting, that he did not want you to wait until he figured his shit out.

Charlotte had warned you that Marcus was supposed to be attending her party that day too, and your heart already was hurting only thinking about seeing him again, without being able to actually be with him.

You just hoped that he would figure his issues out, because you could not keep living like this.

The taxi was driving through the busy city.

Charlotte had asked you to make some cupcakes, so the taxi was taking you to your bakery where Charlotte’s husband Eddie would be waiting for you to help transport the cupcakes back to her place for the party.

You could have just taken them to her yesterday, but she insisted she wanted them today.

Paying the taxi driver you grabbed your purse and took a look around, trying to check if Eddie was there already, but all you found was a black town car with a driver waiting in front of it. Shrugging to yourself, you searched for your keys, making your way to the entrance of your bakery when you heard your name behind you.

Turning around you found the driver, an older looking man smiling at you, asking your name again.

„Uh, yeah?“ You answered confused.

„Hello, I am Andrew. I am instructed to take you to your surprise,“ he said.

„Which surprise?“ You asked.

„I do not know. I only know I should take you there,“ he answered.

„Who told you to take me there?“

„Marcus Pike.“

Before you got into the car you tried to call Marcus, but he did not pick up the phone. Then you tried to call Charlotte who only told you that she knew about a surprise, but she didn’t know what it was about.

Still hesitant you sat in the backseat of the car, the radio quietly playing while the landscape flew by.

After a while you had an of idea where you were going.

One of your last dates with Marcus was spent house hunting. You had been searching for a while but could not find something you both liked immediately. You did however find a piece of land that you both fell in love with. It was overlooking the whole city while still not being to far out to commute to work every day, which you and Marcus could do together since you worked only two streets apart.

But before you could have made any further decisions, Marcus had asked for this… break. You were getting more nervous the more familiar your surroundings became, until the car stopped and you turned your head to look to the side, a sea of candles illuminating the night.

The car door opened and Andrew gave you a warm smile.

„I’ll wait here if you’ll need me,“ he said before he helped you out and walked back to the drivers side to get back into the car.

You took a deep breath, before you slowly rounded the car and walked towards where you could already make out Marcus waiting for you, surrounded by what must be hundreds, if not thousands of candles.

You were suddenly glad you had decided to wear your winter coat.

As if this whole set up wasn’t overwhelming enough, it was the first time you saw Marcus since the beginning of November.

He was waiting for you in the middle of this set up, a soft smile on his completely shaven face. Nervously you sucked your bottom lip in, walking towards him, while you looked around, seeing that these candles seemed to make up a shape. Of what, you were not sure.

„Hi,“ you heard Marcus say as you stopped in front of him.

„Hey,“ you whispered.

„You look… you look beautiful,“ he smiled, his hand reaching out to touch you, but stopping himself halfway through. You took a step closer, taking his hand and he sighed.

„You shaved,“ you said and he smiled.

„Yeah. I think I shaved my midlife crisis right off with the beard,“ he huffed nervously, his brown eyes set on you. He squeezed your hand.

„I owe you an explanation. And the biggest apology of my life,“ he sighed, shaking his head to himself. He took your other hand before he looked at you.

„Yeah. What happened? Was it something I did? I…“ you began but he shook his head.

„Remember the undercover mission I had been on for a couple weeks in May?“ He asked. You nodded.

„I ran into my ex wife.“

„Oh,“ you whispered. He took a deep breath.

„And I let her fuck with my head. And then I ran into Theresa and I couldn’t talk to you, because of the Undercover thing and it left me with my stupid thoughts for two weeks up to the point where I was certain that something must be wrong with me and that you deserve so much better,“ he said.

„Marcus…“ you mumbled, shaking your head.

„I know,“ he smiled sadly, „And instead of finally talking to you when I was back I pushed you away. You, the person I want to grow old with. I love you. So much. It’s…,“ he took a deep breath.

„Charlotte told me how miserable you were. She also told me what an idiot I am. My therapist too,“ Marcus continued.

„Therapist?“ You asked.

He nodded.

„Yeah. I wanted to find out what was wrong with me,“ he shrugged.

„There’s nothing wrong with you, baby. You’re just…“ you were looking for the right word.

„An idiot?“ He offered. You smiled.

„Yeah. But you’re still my idiot,“ you said softly and he released a deep breath.

„I’m so, so fucking sorry what I put you through these last months. If I could erase these last months, I would.“

You looked at him, your Marcus. There would be more talking about this in the future. Yes, these last months were hell, but he was here, right now. He loved you and you loved him. That was enough for the moment.

You got on your tiptoes, your arms wrapping around Marcus and kissed him. He stumbled back surprised before his arms pulled you against him and he deepened the kiss.

„I missed you so much. I’ll kill you if you ever hurt me like that again,“ you mumbled against his lips.

„Never,“ he vowed, rubbing his nose over yours.

„So… what is all this?“ You asked, looking up at him.

„This… This could be our dream house,“ he said. He pulled away from you, taking your hand and started walking.

„Right now, we could be standing in our living room. Fireplace right there, biggest couch we can find right here,“ he gestured. You smiled, following him. Now you could see the candles on the ground made out lines of different rooms.

„This,“ he lead you forward along the line, „could be the kitchen. Got you that big island you always wanted so you can have enough space to bake too,“ he winked and you grinned.

„What’s on the other levels?“ You asked. He turned and pulled you in his arms.

„Bathroom, Office, Guest Bedroom, Bedroom with walk in closet….“

„What about a nursery?“ You asked and he smiled shyly.

„We can fit one in there too, I think,“ he mumbled and kissed you.

„Two,“ you said and he nodded.

„I gotta say, this is all very romantic but last time I checked we don’t own this piece of land.“

He hummed.

„When did you last check?“ He asked, a smile sneaking to his lips.

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes.

„I signed the papers this morning. It’s yours,“ he said and your mouth dropped open in shock.

„What?“ You gasped out.

„I bought it. For you. For us, if you want. I just… I want to make you happy. I…“ you stopped him with your lips on his mouth.

„You’re insane,“ you chuckled.

„Now you notice?“ He joked and you shook your head with a grin, letting your head rest against his chest when you heard the first firework go off, the sky glittering in pink lights.

„What time is it?“ You asked and he looked at his watch.

„Almost midnight,“ he whispered.

You both looked up at the sky, more and more fireworks lighting up the sky.

„I want to spend every single day of my life loving you. I wanna be your last first kiss. I wanna be the best version of myself for you,“ he whispered against your ear. You blinked the tears away, cuddling closer against him.

„I love you,“ you mumbled against him.

„Happy new year,“ he whispered, kissing your hair. You looked up at him, the man you loved.

„Happy new year.“

#my fic #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #stephswinterwritingchallenge #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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reblogdirect · 1 year ago

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Thoughts about Book 7 and how the new theories are messing with my head (Spoilers ahead)

You know, when I first started playing twisted wonderland, book 6 wasn't out on JP servers yet so there was basically very little content about Diasomnia aside from the crumbs in the events, yet I was sure of one thing.

Diasomnia was going to be a crazy story.

The moment I learnt more about the four of them, I thought for sure there had been a war between faes and humans, and that either Lilia/Maleficia had cursed Silver in retaliation of his ancestors. There was 0 doubts to me that when we'd reach Diasomnia's book, we were going to get a literal bomb concerning Silver's true past. I KNEW his parents/ancestors would be the Draconias' enemies. I didn't know how it would play out, but that was something that was clear to me.

I was sure that Malleus would overblot because he'd learn of Silver's ancestors and how his parents had died because of Silver's human family.

I thought we had to learn of the past because it would be the cause of Malleus trauma.

But now that we keep on going through book 7, things went down differently, and that kind of confuses me. We're not just discovering Malleus' trauma compared to other books. We're literally getting a glimpse into the past.... We're reliving the past that links so closely Malleus, Lilia, Silver and Sebek as well.

Heck, we're seeing how two kingdoms fell into ruins because of a war, and how it shaped up the future of two different races. And that got me thinking...

Why would Book 7 go to such lengths?

I mean, yeah, ever since Book 1 and Riddle's story, we've slowly gotten lengthier chapters as we progressed through the story. It started to branch out and we got more and more information. We'd get more glimpses of the overblottes, and I thought Book 6 had really gone in deep in the story... Yet Book 7 went even further.

But when you think about it... It's not even Malleus' "story", like it was for the other Dorm Leaders/Jamil/Ortho. He doesn't seem to be aware of how the events truly played out. He was an egg at that time, and I don't even think he knew that he hatched only because of Lilia's love.

We're clearly seeing that Lilia couldn't bring himself to tell a truth that would hurt his sons. And I doubt Maleficia would sit down Malleus and tell him anything about the past. In fact, I think she wouldn't even know that Silver is the Knight of Dawn's child.

So going back to Malleus' overblot. He didn't have a mental breakdown because he found out the truth about his mother's death. He didn't break down because the little human he ended up growing fond of and watched growing up was the son of the man that caused his mother's demise.

He didn't break down because he found out that Lilia knew all of this yet lied to him.

Compared to the other overblottes, he literally lost it at the start of his book. This is my personal thought, but he didn't seem to overblot because he lost it like the other 6. He literally seemed apathetic to me at that moment, and then he seemed to "embrace" his blot. It reminded me of how Idia said to "Ortho" to leave it to his nii-chan before he overblotted, yet we learnt later on that Ortho's death was a deep trauma for Idia. Malleus on the other hand? There wasn't THAT type of factor that caused something to break in him.

Like don't get me wrong, I'm not at all diminishing his love for Lilia/Silver/Sebek or even his fear of being alone and loosing them... But when I look at what we're discovering in Book 7... Just why would he overblot before we even got to the absolutely tragic moments we're seeing? The tragic past HE's witnessing as well??

If Malleus' curse/blessing was so that EVERYONE would live a "happy ending"... If his wish was for the others to be happy... WHY would Lilia dream of this??? Why would Lilia relive some of the most tragic moments in his life when he's supposed to dream happily? We could've just had the cute moments where he raised Malleus, Silver and then Sebek...

There seems to be no reason whatsover for Book 7 to go so far in the story...

Unless they're not actually telling us the story of why Malleus is overblotting...But instead, it's hinting at someone else's story.

I know I'm going all over the place, but I just have to talk about another of my initial thoughts when I started playing. At that time, I was also convinced that Grim was that beast at the start of the prologue, and that he'd end up overblotting or whatever it was that caused him to become like that. I was even more convinced when we learnt that he had a mysterious and ancient curse on him.

When we learnt of Malleus' dad, there was a lot of crack theories that came around saying that Crowley was his long lost dad. I didn't like it at all, not because he's a pathetic man, but because it scared me with its implications lol.

I've always been convinced that Crowley is a manipulator and is hiding weeell his true thoughts/motives. Part of it is definitely because of the sequence we see at the start of the game when it shows him summoning Yuu, yet we've basically NEVER saw him act so seriously later on. He's silly, a coward, and leaves everything to others to fix... But what if that's what he wants others to belive about him? Regardless of who he actually is, I sincerely don't think that a man that has so many ties can truly be so foolish.

I wasn't sure if he was purposely causing the overblots or not, because I sincerely couldn't think of a motive for him.

But now, with Book 7? I can think of a very clear motive, like some theories have brought it up...

Meleanor.

You know, when we heard of Leven and Meleanor a couple of months back, I thought maybe he's the one who had the same fate as Diablo (meaning he got turned to stone/killed) while Meleanor would loose it from the pain.

Yet what have we seen in this chapter? She was still alive, and she has been the one to die first.

So what if as Lilia/Baul & Egg Malleus fled, Levan came only to find the aftermath of the battle?

What if he only found his beloved's corpse, knowing he was too late? What if HE was the one to lose it instead of Meleanor, like Maleficient had in the movie?

If truly Crowley is Levan and is trying to bring back Meleanor, it would explain why he's causing the overblots. It would explain why he's hiding his identity and acting dumb, why they didn't even show us a silhouette of his despite that ugly Henric bastard having a sprite. I mean some could argue that Leah/Leia(?) didn't get a silhouette either despite being the Knight of Dawn's spouse... But let's be real, she's simply not as important as Levan was to Meleanor, Lilia & Malleus.

Part of me thinks of what this theory would imply with Lilia and Malleus. Both of them would be furious and heartbroken, but I think he'd be ready to lose everything if it means getting back his wife. And in the case he fails, I think he would just be willing to face death instead of seeking forgiveness from his old friend and his son.

Anyways I should stop rambling now lol. I just needed to get this out of my chest because Book 7 and the theories with it have literally taken over my thoughts and I just.... keep on thinking. I can't wait to see how

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eslanes · 5 months ago

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Storytelling Secret Saturday Sunday

@havenroyals tagged me in a super cute post to share some juicy story-related secrets. So, for anyone interested, here are some A Devil Between Us lore straight from my brain:

(side note, I will finish the story if it's the last thing I do! There's literally only the ending left and I hate the idea of pouring years into it only to leave it unfinished!)

I put this all under a cut as it got way lengthier than I anticipated! Considering how friggin long the story is I tried to keep it fairly brief (I failed but anyway)

Tillie was supposed to get more screen time, mostly in Prodigal Daughter (ch.4). She hasn't really been seen much since her romance/marriage to Airdan. Nothing overly exciting, but a few cut scenes with Sky but mainly Kyra (we'll get further into that). Also cut was at least one scene showing Tillie and Airdan in wedded bliss. There will be a cute scene with them in the epilogue though!

Zander was also supposed to get wayyy more backstory, but I ended up cutting a lot with him, for the sake of time/trying to stay focused on the main storyline, especially as it was nearing the end. In the first couple chapters, there are several references to his difficult childhood, complicated family dynamics and the resulting impact on his mental health etc. There's a scene in Devotion (ch.3) where we see him cutting while dealing with the aftermath of Aida disappearing/skipping town. At this point in the story he has not-so-secret feelings for her and relapses as a result of this loss. I don't think there are any other mentions of this after Tillie finds out and. I also cut pretty much everything in relation to his relationship with Kyra (again will get into this more), other than they're together and very happy. Them getting together wasn't even a planned thing, but it was a good decision because they are cute AF together. There will also be a sweet epilogue scene with them at least. One last point, a while back I did a Faelern family tree post, I'm thinking I'll do one for Zander for context at the very least.

Amazing, awesome, gorgeous Kyra. To say I did her dirty is an understatement. She initially appeared as Aida's doctor in Tender Prey (ch.2). I had so many plans to flesh her out but, like many Tillie and Zander scenes (she was supposed to be properly introduced in Devotion (ch.3) as Tillie's acquaintance turned friend) they were cut purely in the interest of time/focus. She's a great character and I love her so much but I definitely fumbled her. It sticks out to me even more considering she's the only black character (will touch on this a little more). I don't even think I mentioned the fact that in her spare time she writes smutty novels under a pen name 😭 she will get a moment to shine and a sweet epilogue post but still. I'm so sorry Kyra!

Sky was always meant to be bisexual. Another thing I meant to touch on a bit but ended up on the cutting room floor, so to speak. I have regrets.

I definitely wish I did better with representation. I did my best with my knowledge at the time of starting the story/introducing the characters, but as a learning, growing individual there are things I wish I did a better job with now. Namely Kyra being cast aside as a minor character, definitely not intentional but I have big regrets here (not because of her race obviously but I hate the thought of a successful, intelligent black woman not being given enough screen time as she's so awesome and was meant to be seen a lot more, especially considering she's the only black character). Not to say I didn't try to include a variety of ethnicities/cultures in the story (Sky and Diego are both Latinx, Airdan is of Persian descent, Faelern is half Lakota though I think when I made him in CAS in 2014 I based his features on those of Cree peoples). But like Kole was meant to have Asian ancestry (where???) so I definitely did him dirty. During one of his more recent makeovers I did give him a new eye overlay but it definitely doesn't fix this glaring issue. Anyway, at the very least I can say I've learned a lot and can identify ways to do better in this area. Growth is good.

Speaking of Kole, it's very obviously alluded to the fact that he and Aida start sleeping together after Jace ends his relationship with her. I was gonna include a NSFW scene but cut it because it was too depressing. It's already blatant that she's in a very destructive downward spiral at this point.

Finally, I've been back and forth on this over the years but I decided I do not regret the copious amount of graphic sex/violence featured throughout the story. When I was first putting it together in 2015 simblr stories were the equivalent of the Wild West, the large amount of stuff I distinctly remember being written about (often with not a trigger warning in sight) would probably not fly today (I can think of two off the top of my head that included assaults on minors that even I found very disturbing). I definitely noticed a shift after the Great Titty Ban of 2018. I totally get being sensitive regarding triggers/trigger warnings and ensuring that minors aren't exposed to shit they shouldn't be. That being said, I do think there's a balance. For me personally, my blog is intended for adult audiences and is labeled as such. And, like other media that features graphic/disturbing elements, I think it moreso depends on how things are handled. While the story features some very heavy/disturbing topics (kidnapping, murder, sexual assault etc etc), in retrospect I think I did a decent job of being deliberate with these elements. Each dark/disturbing scene is intended to be just that, and treated with appropriate gravity. While I recognize that this is not everyone's cup of tea, I have no regrets. As for the non-disturbing sex scenes, what can I say, I love a bit of smut lol.

If you made it to this point, congratulations (and thank you for reading!)

#storytelling secrets #a devil between us #self harm mention #child abuse mention

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november-rayne · 1 year ago

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Chapter Four: Denial

A/N: Our Loki finds comfort and solice the only way he knows how.

Thor checks in on his brother, and we get our first of many Brodinson moments that I peppered throughout this story.

There are a couple more short-ish chapters before we get into the lengthier ones. I will update once per day once we get past these nibbles.

Word Count: 2400

Rating: Explicit for smut

Tags: Light smut? (Is that a thing?) Brooding

Chapter Index

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

Loki was still sitting by the fire as the sun started to peek over the horizon. He was still holding the letter and still trying to grasp its contents. He was sitting as still as a statue, but his mind was racing, plotting, planning, scheming. Trying to think his way out of the looming burden ahead of him.

He kept circling back to just one option. He started mentally preparing a list, when he heard the bed chamber door fly open.

Sera rushed out of the bedroom, naked but draped in a bed sheet. She was panic-stricken as she ran through the sitting room, heading toward the front doors.

“Where are you rushing off to looking like that?”

“Oh, my Gods! Prince Loki!” Sera stopped short and attempted to curtsey, failing miserably as the sheet had tangled around her legs.

Despite his melancholy, Loki laughed. “Get up before you hurt yourself.” She righted herself and hurried over to the side of his chair.

“My Prince, I promised to wake you with a… in your favorite way,” she stammered. “You were gone. And the bed was cold. And-”

Loki pulled her down into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her hair, taking comfort in the familiar scent of her.

“Oh…Have you been out here all night?” He gave her a silent affirmative nod as he moved her wild hair off her shoulder. “I was getting ready to call for the guards.”

“Did you think I was kidnapped? Snatched naked from my own bed?” He grinned at her before he kissed her exposed shoulder.

She laughed, “Well, it sounds silly when you say it like that.”

“I needed to finish the work you were so eager to interrupt.” With one hand resting on her hip, he used his free hand to slide the sheet down from her chest, exposing her breasts. Guiding her so that her back was on his chest, he ran both hands up her stomach to her breasts. Taking each one in hand, he squeezed them gently and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Ooh….” she winced. She placed her hands over the top of his and leaned her head back so that it rested on his shoulder. “Did you make much progress?” She started moving her hips, slowly grinding over his growing erection.

He let out a low moan. “Very little. Mmmm.” His breath hitched as she guided one of his hands down her stomach, under the sheet, to her soft, wet heat.

“Why did you not return to your bed?” she asked between placing kisses under his chin. He rubbed tiny circles over her nub with one hand and guided her rocking hips with the other.

“Hush now. Let us not spoil our fun.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “First, I am going to make you sing for me.” He returned his free hand to her breast, teasing her nipple. She moaned loudly. “Then you will get on your knees and honor your prince with your beautiful mouth.”

“As you wish, Your Highness. Oh… “

oOXOo

When Thor arrived at Loki’s room, the guards let him enter without knocking. The air in the room was hot, and the scent of sex was thick. There was a bed sheet rumpled on the floor near the fireplace.

“Brother? Are you awake?” He crossed the room opening the windows to let in the fresh morning air. “Loki? Are you well?” He walked over to the bedroom and placed his ear to the door. Hearing nothing, he called out again. “Loki, I’m coming in.”

He opened the door slowly, peeking in. The room was dark and quiet.

“Loki?” he whispered.

Thor pulled the heavy brocade window coverings wide and took in the state of the room as the light came spilling in.

There were all manner of clothing and towels strewn on the floor. The bed linens were in shambles. Small downy feathers from a torn pillow were delicately floating in the air and drifting lightly to the floor. The same perfume of sweat and sex hung in the air.

Thor shook his head as he opened the double doors to Loki’s balcony. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of smelling his brother’s seed.

Just as he was about to call out again, he heard water splashing and a woman’s laughter coming from the bathroom.

“Loki? Are you in there?” he yelled through the door.

“Ah… ah yes, brother. I am just finishing… my bath. I will… ah… fuck… I will be… right out.” He was practically panting.

More splashing. More giggles.

“Hurry up, you rutting clod!” He yelled as he slammed his meaty fist on the door. He stomped his way back to the sitting room. Thankful for the fresh air from the windows.

He moved to sit on the sofa, remembered the discarded bed sheet, and thought better of it. Instead, he planted himself at the chair behind Loki’s desk, figuring it was the safest place from bodily fluids.

Twenty minutes passed before Loki emerged from his bedroom, fully dressed and smelling of sweet citrus fruit.

“Brother, please make yourself comfortable.” He gestured toward the sitting area.

“I am fine right where I am, thank you,” Thor replied, looking anything but comfortable.

“Suit yourself. Sera?” She emerged from the bedroom, tying her wrinkled apron behind her back. Her hair was damp and disheveled, hanging loosely down to her waist. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Your Highnesses,” she curtsied deeply to the princes.

“Be a good girl and fetch us our breakfast. A large one. I am famished.” He gave her a wink as he reached over and pinched her chin. A wave of green light shimmered over her. In an instant, her hair was dry and neatly tied up in a clean white ribbon. Her uniform was clean and wrinkle-free.

“Yes, My Prince. Thank you, Your Highness.” She hurried out of the room after grabbing the tray from last night’s dinner on her way out.

Loki plopped down heavily in the chair across the desk from his brother. He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and set his elbows down on the desk, holding his head in his hands.

“You look like Hel, Brother,” Thor said, noticing the deep purple rings under Loki’s eyed.

“Well, I feel even worse,” he bit back. “Sleep evaded me.”

“So, you decided to roll around with the chambermaid all night?”

“What better thing to do when you cannot sleep?” Loki asked earnestly.

Thor shook his head and laughed, “Honestly, Brother, do you ever take a day off?”

Loki just shrugged, “Why would I want to?” The brothers shared a good laugh that ended in awkward silence.

After a moment, Thor was the first one to speak up. “You read the letter?”

“I did.” Loki stood up, walked over to the fireplace, and placed one hand on the mantle, glaring at the message. Leaning heavily on the wood, he shook his head. “How do they expect me to do this? Why me? Am I being punished for something?”

Loki looked down and wrinkled his brow as if noticing the disarray of his main living area for the first time. With a wave of his hand, the sitting room was instantly clean and tidy. He then plopped down heavily in his favorite leather chair.

Thor walked over and looked around, mildly amused, before he sat across from his brother. “If your seiðr can do that, why even employ a chambermaid?”

Loki just raised an eyebrow at him in response.

Thor cleared his throat. “Right. Look, Brother, I know this is not ideal for you, but look on the bright side.”

“Which is?”

“Well…I mean…It could be worse.”

Loki groaned in frustration and buried his face in his hands.

Thor went to speak again but stopped as the doors opened, and Sera entered, pushing a cart piled high with food. She wheeled it to the dining area and laid out the plates and cutlery. She arranged the platters of food, set out the bread and honey, and filled the cups with a strong, bitter tea from the kettle.

“Breakfast is served, Your Highnesses.” She curtsied.

“Thank you, Sera.” Loki settled in at the table. “Now, if you don’t mind, someone has made a terrible mess of my bed chamber and sloshed water all over my bathroom.”

A deep blush reddened her cheeks, “I will put them right, My Prince.” Another curtsey.

“Good girl.” Loki gave her bottom a playful swat as she hurried toward the bedroom.

“You are such a rogue,” Thor said once the maid had closed the bedroom door behind her. “How do you keep them from becoming attached? How do you keep them from expecting more from you than just sex?”

“I don’t know.” Loki shrugged. “My reputation precedes me. I make sure my intentions are clear.” He picked up an apple and tossed it into the air; when it landed on his plate, it was perfectly sliced. “I do not keep them around long enough to get attached to me. This one,” he motioned towards the bedroom, “is becoming bold. I will have her replaced by the week’s end. Pity,” he pouted, “she is very skilled.” He picked up an apple slice and dipped it into the almond butter.

“Does that not get lonely?”

“Lonely?” Loki gave him a dubious look. He motioned Thor to lean closer like he would let him in on a little secret. “Just yesterday, I enjoyed the company of three ladies on three separate occasions.” He sat back up and took a bite of his apple. “I did not go out yesterday searching for women to bed. Each encounter just fell in my lap, in a matter of speaking.”

Thor shook his head. “You don’t have to bed everyone that bats their eyes at you.”

“I know I don’t have to, but…” Loki shrugged. He took a long drink of his tea.

“You are incorrigible.” Thor ripped a piece of bread from the loaf.

“I am a fair and just prince. I want to ensure all our subjects know just how loved they are by the sovereign.” Loki placed one hand over his heart and raised the other towards the sky. “They scream my name in exaltation! They bestow kisses upon me and tell me how beloved I am as a prince.”

Thor was laughing hardily now. “And how do you know they are not playing up to your performance just to gain your favor?”

“Brother! Am I not the God of Lies? No one can trick the trickster.” He took another bite of his apple and gave Thor a curious look. “Plus, you know there are physical tells, right? When a lady reaches her physical peak-”

“Yes, yes, I know. I do not need a sexual education lesson from my baby brother.” Thor turned his attention back to his plate.

“Of course.”

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Thor asked, clearly flustered.

“My impending doom?”

“Brother! We knew this would come someday for each of us.”

“I would prefer it if it were happening for you.”

Thor lowered his eyes, “So do I.”

“You can’t mean that?”

“But I do! I believe I am ready to take a wife and become a father.” He dropped his crust onto his plate. “I could see how it would not appeal to you, but, for me, starting a family of my own is all I’ve ever wanted.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Do you not see how the families on the promenade enjoy playing with their children, chasing them through the grass? Or the lovers walking arm in arm through the markets, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes?”

Loki pulled a disgusted face, “No! That sounds tedious.” He started shaking his head. “My life is perfect the way it is, and soon, it will be over.”

“Oh, Brother, don’t be so dramatic. You may end up liking this girl.”

“Where in mother’s letter was made mention of a girl? She could be a crone for all we know!”

“Think about it. How could you get a child in a crone? Hmm?”

“A child!?”

“Obviously, you will be expected to produce an heir.” Thor looked at him enquiringly.

“Oh, this just keeps getting worse!” Loki threw up his hands and stomped over to the sofa. He plopped himself face down, burying his face in a pillow. “I cannot be someone’s father! Look at me! I am far too young to be a father!”

“Come now. You are over a thousand years old.” Thor moved to the chair across from the sofa. “We do not even know when the wedding will be. It would not have to happen right away. Or for many years to come.”

“Unless she is old and the window for childbearing is closing. Did you even think of that?”

“Loki, Mother would not promise you to an old lady.”

“But Father might.”

Thor did not have a response to that.

“I would gladly trade you. If only you had been born first, I could marry the girl, and you could be next in line for the throne.”

“That’s it!” Loki sat up to face his brother. “You are the eldest son; you should be betrothed before me. Talk to Father for me. Tell him that you want the hand of the country bumpkin.”

“Loki,” Thor’s voice was soft, “you know I cannot take her. I am the future king of Asgard. I cannot be Warden dually. I must stay here and learn how to be king. My marriage will be entirely political.” He gave Loki a soft look. “At least you know your bride is from this realm. I will probably be married to some ice princess from Jötunheim.” He shivered at the thought of it.

Loki was quiet momentarily, letting his brother’s words sink in.

“I will commission you some thick woolen pajamas for a wedding present.” He tried to hold back his laughter. “I hope your dick doesn’t freeze off on the honeymoon.”

“You laugh now,” Thor grabbed Loki around the neck and rubbed his knuckles into his skull, “just wait until you go to kiss the bride, and she only has three teeth!” The brothers started wrestling on the floor, trading jabs and insults. They had not played like that since they were teenagers.

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I See Red 18+

Chapter 8 - What The Hell’s a Dutch Baby?

Word Count: 5179

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Two weeks had gone painfully by and yet Crowley still hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Selina. Not a single text, call or even a summon had been fired his way by her. Or anyone bearing the surname Winchester for that matter.

He was becoming antsy. Impatient. Scared that Selina might never be able to forgive him for the events that transpired between herself and Damien, who Crowley still wished he’d killed slowly as it was his fault all this was happening in the first place. Had that complete and utter moron not gone and kidnapped Claire, who was basically Selina’s little sister, then maybe Crowley wouldn’t have spent the last two weeks sulking around his palace, miserable and on the verge of insanity.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been left stewing in the false hope that perhaps his days were off and he was still inside that two week wheelhouse that Alex had mentioned. Of course, he knew his calendar was correct. After all, he was punctual like that, but still, you can’t fault a guy for dreaming now can you?

Crowley was just hanging onto the hope that perhaps it would take Selina just a little while longer to decide to talk to him again given that the situation hadn’t involved only her. That maybe because Claire had been involved, that the situation had fallen higher on the ladder and deserved a lengthier punishment than Sam not looking for her in Purgatory did.

Chances are Claire was the reasoning behind the entire silent treatment he was receiving as something told Crowely that Selina wouldn’t have even been phased, let alone angry enough to freeze him out had Damien only kidnapped her.

If that had been the case then nothing would have changed between the two of them at all. It would still be drinks, near kisses and texts all round like it had once been. Unfortunately for him though, that wasn’t the case. Therefore he hadn’t heard a single peep from Selina since that fateful day and to tell the truth… Crowley wasn’t quite sure how much longer he could keep going like this.

Even his subjects had started to notice he wasn’t his usual self. Hard not to when they’d be in the middle of trials and punishments, the latter being a personal favourite of the King, and yet Crowley would zone out completely, appearing like he’d rather be anywhere else but there.

Obviously they didn't know exactly why he was so out of it these days, although they had an inkling, but they were hoping that whatever it was would sort itself out eventually. They couldn’t believe they were thinking this but they actually missed the old Crowley, even if he did use them as dartboards as at least that way he wasn’t slouched on his throne, frowning and with his eyes glued to his phone like a teenager instead of doing his job.

“Sir?” Guthrie’s slightly confused voice seemed to snap Crowley out of wallowing in his own self pity. The King’s head slowly lifted from his phone as his brow furrowed a little in question, to which Guthrie replied with, “The trial, sir.”

Following the brief cock of Guthrie’s head, Crowley’s tired gaze came to land on the row of demons patiently awaiting their sentencing. For crimes they swore up and down they didn’t commit and to be honest, some of them probably were innocent but this was Hell-related after all, so they can’t exactly expect a fair trial. Sighing, Crowley beckoned the next fear riddled demon forth, holding out his hand that was soon met with a clipboard.

Another sigh escaped Crowley’s lips, his eyes falling to the parchment in his hand as he brought it towards him, flicking briefly through the vast amount of pages. He began to read, or more so skim, over the unnecessarily small writing that riddled them, telling him in excruciating and over-complicated detail exactly what the demon before him was being accused of.

Truth be told, Crowley’s mind wasn’t taking in a single word of what was in front of him. Unless it was a letter written to him by Selina, one telling him that all was forgiven and that she was ready to talk to him again, then he simply didn’t care what the contents were about. Fed up already, he flipped the pages all the way back to the first one, tossing it aside and finding a touch of satisfaction when it clattered against the floor and was no longer his problem.

“You’re guilty of… Something.” Crowley began, waving his hand lazily in the air as he was too un-bothered to care about coming up with a proper crime. “Which I won’t tolerate… Whatever it was… Your sentence is death.” He said happily, motioning for his guards to take the accused away and once they did so he turned to the other occupants in the room, adding sternly, “The rest of you, get out.”

Those left in the throne room were gone mere seconds after the words left Crowley’s lips, not wishing to face the fierce wrath of the King. Certainly not whilst he was like this, all surly and unpredictable. Last time that happened he ended up feeding the demons to his hound, who had now developed quite a taste for demon blood so forgive them for being wary.

The only one who remained in the room was Guthrie, who was slightly less afraid than the others as he was Crowley’s right hand man after all. Although, that didn’t mean he was exempt from becoming Juliette’s chew toy and so he approached the throne with minor trepidation.

“Sir, if I may.” Guthrie began, backing up a touch when Crowley stood from his throne and stepped down as he half expected an angel blade to the chest for lingering. Only to his surprise, Crowley simply walked past him and beelined for the drink’s cart, beckoning with his hand for the demon to carry on. “There have been rumours floating around the asylum recently, sir.”

“Rumours?” Crowley repeated, arching an eyebrow as he poured himself a hefty drink.

“About your majesty and… Selina Winchester.” Guthrie replied carefully, not daring to make eye contact.

The second the words escaped into the air Crowley’s grasp tightened on his glass, his knuckles quickly turning white with how hard he held it and he was surprised it hadn’t shattered in his hand. He sucked in a breath, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he closed his eyes, needing a second to prepare himself for what he was about to hear.

Opening his eyes, Crowley took a long sip of his scotch before repeating in question, “Myself and Selina Winchester?”

“Yes sir.”

“And what, precisely, do these rumours say about us?” Crowley turned, eyebrow raising again as he tried his best to act casual. When in reality his heart was racing and for once his palm grew sweaty. So sweaty, in fact, that he could feel his glass fighting to slip from his hold.

“For starters, there's the texting… Something that’s been noticed even by those of simple minds.” Guthrie said, hearing a faint huff of amusement coming from Crowley. “Secondly, there’s Arman, sir, who has been rather vocal about the fact that he witnessed you saving Miss Winchester from a human attacker… That you seemed almost concerned about her wellbeing and that you sent her attacker to Hell… Personally.”

“Hmm.” Crowley’s eyes narrowed, tongue running over his bottom lip as he made a mental note to have Arman killed. Painfully.

“Not to mention Damien. Who appears to have gone missing after reporting in that he’d kidnapped Miss Winchester. Along with another young hunter girl.” At that Crowley couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking red and the way his features tightened out of anger was enough to make Guthrie recoil out of fear. He quickly bowed his head, stammering out in order to save himself, “But like I said, sire… Rumours.”

“Exactly.” Crowley’s eyes returned to their normal shade and he took a breath, that usual cocky grin of his rising slowly on his lips as he made things abundantly clear with just one word. “Rumours.”

Crowley was quick to leave the room afterwards, doing nothing but staring down at the darkened liquid of his refilled drink as it swirled in his glass with each step he took, slowly making his way through the stone halls of his asylum. He wasn’t overly worried about these so-called rumours, not really anyway.

Demons always did have a tendency to gossip amongst themselves as a way to stave off boredom and even if the rumours reached other ears, hunter ears to be exact, nobody in their right mind would ever believe them. Why would they?

Who would be stupid enough to believe a demon spread rumour about Selina Winchester being best friends with the King of Hell?

Nobody, that’s who.

Nobody, whether they be a hunter, angel or even other demons would ever believe such a tale as given Selina’s history, she’d made it perfectly clear how she felt about all demon kind. Just ask Azazel or Ruby… Oh wait, you can’t, because she killed them.

Crowley himself may have been a special case but even he knew Selina hated demons. With a passion.

Everybody knew it. Therefore he didn’t have much to worry about in terms of her safety as even should someone try to take her out, whether it be another hunter who assumed she was compromised or perhaps a rogue demon who accused her of poisoning the mind of the King, they wouldn’t stand a chance against her and that much Crowley knew for sure.

In another part of the country, in a town only about an eight hour drive away from Crowley’s asylum, Selina and her brothers were in the middle of what would end up being a rather crazy case. One that was about to start when they rolled slowly into the parking lot of a local diner and pulled up beside a rather familiar looking logo.

“God, I hate these guys.” Dean grumbled, shutting off the engine and taking a second to fully psych himself up for what he was about to endure.

“Oh come on, they’re fun.” Selina chuckled, patting Dean on the shoulder and hopping out of the car, surprising both of her brothers as lately she’d been downright miserable.

Like seriously, it had taken a hell of a lot longer than it should have to drag her out of bed this morning. Not even Sam’s famous chocolate chip pancakes could have enticed her and had it not been for Selina’s need to pee, she might have still been hidden under her covers, refusing to talk to anyone.

To make things worse, she hadn’t even seemed interested in this case when Dean told her about it. She hadn’t even batted an eye at the strange crime scene photo and had it not been for Sam physically pulling her out of her room then she wouldn’t be here. Although now that she was, Selina was kind of glad she’d tagged along as not only did she need this, but she’d also kind of missed the owners of the white van parked next to them.

A van with only a single word painted on the side… Ghostfacers.

“You’re only saying that because they both think you’re hot.” Dean mumbled, his lips scrunching up a little at even having to say that. Just because his sister would be considered conventionally attractive, didn’t mean he’d like to think about it, thank you very much.

“I am hot.” Selina replied plainly, and with a cocky smile which had Dean roll his eyes as they headed towards the entrance of the diner.

The bell above the door dinged faintly as they entered, their noses greeted with the mouthwatering smell of food and reminding Selina she hadn’t eaten yet. It was relatively quiet inside, it being just a little before the lunch rush which meant this conversation would go a whole lot easier as they didn’t have to worry about eavesdropping ears.

It was never fun explaining to those unfortunate enough to overhear their supernatural related talks. Most of the time they just pretended they were writing a book as it was much simpler that way.

“No way.” Selina breathed out, coming to a stop next to a lonesome sign that stood just inside the door. “They make Dutch babies here… Let’s order one.”

“What the hell’s a Dutch baby?” Sam asked, his brow a little furrowed as he glanced towards the poster.

“About two thousand dollars less than an American baby.” Dean replied wittly, grinning at his own joke which only had Sam frown in response.

At least Selina found it funny, Dean thought to himself. And honestly, he was glad she did as he hadn’t even seen her smile since she got back from Jody’s let alone laugh at something. She was still taking what happened to Claire rather hard on herself so any chance he’d get to cheer her up, he’d happily take it. Especially if it meant aggravating Sam in the process.

“It’s their world famous high-rise pancake.” Selina informed them, speaking as though it was obvious by the name. Which it was. For some anyway.

Clearly not Sam though as he still looked a little confused. However, not confused enough to point out how long they took to cook.

“Cat, it says it takes twenty-five minutes.” He tapped his knuckles lightly against the sign, casting his gaze back towards his sister. “Have you forgotten that we’re on a case?”

“I don’t care.” Selina replied, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m still reeling from being kidnapped… Not to mention I’m currently bleeding from my-”

“Okay, okay. You don’t need to say it. We get it.” Sam held up one hand, silencing her before she said anything that might scar him for life.

“Oh grow up, will you?” Selina muttered with a roll of her eyes. She’d never understand men and their disgust for periods. Sam and Dean especially as they’d experienced far worse over the years than a little bleeding.

They’d literally been to Hell for crying out loud but God forbid Selina ask them to buy her a box of tampons or mention she had cramps.

“It’s just a vagina. We’ve all seen one.” She added, for good measure as they really needed to get over themselves.

“Well, Sam hasn’t. He’s still a virgin, remember.” Dean happily pointed out, making Sam frown more than he already was and even his eyebrows seemed to fall with it.

“Right, from the chastity group thing.” Selina chuckled, shaking her head a little. “That’s unfortunate… It's been a while, Sam. You want me to help you find someone?” She glanced up at him, rolling her lips and finding clear amusement in his blank expression.

“Can you both focus? We’re working.” Sam said bluntly, a soft sigh escaping his lips when all Dean and Selina did was snicker in response.

Maybe Crowley had been right that day in the car, maybe Selina wasn’t his twin after all as she was far too similar to Dean than she was him.

“Okay, jeez, relax you big virgin.” Selina teased, giving Sam a playful tap on the arm. “We can work and order a Dutch baby at the same time.”

“Fine, you order your baby, Dean and I will go talk to these two idiots.” Sam replied, about to spin on his heels before Selina spoke again.

“Oh, is there a mirror in here?” She joked, this time making both Sam and Dean frown. She rolled her eyes, exhaling tiredly, “I’m kidding. God, you’re both so stiff it’s hard to believe we’re related.”

“Let’s just go.” Sam nudged Dean, cocking his head towards the table where he’d spotted their old friends. Or acquaintances rather? Whatever they were, they were a pain in their ass.

“Hey, order me one too.” Dean whispered towards Selina before he was dragged away by Sam. She flashed him a thumbs up, making a happy grin rise on his face.

Only that grin quickly fell when the two of them collapsed into the booth next to their two least favourite people, Ed and Harry. Both of whom looked equally as amused to see Winchesters as they did to see them.

“Ah, the Winchesters... Yay.” Harry muttered, equally as fed up as he was sarcastic.

“Says nobody.” Ed carried on.

“Ever.” Harry finished, rolling his eyes a little before Selina approached, slamming a chair down at the end of the table which had both himself and Ed jump in their skin.

“Hey boys.” Selina smiled, clearly pretending to flirt with them as she spun her chair around and straddled it, noticing the drastic change in behaviours the two boys seemed to exhibit over her appearance.

“H-Hey, Cat. Nice to… To see you again.” Harry stammered out, doing his best not to look her directly in the eyes.

“You changed your hair…” Ed pointed out, ignoring the furrowed eyebrows being fired his way by Sam and Dean. “Looks… Looks good.”

“All right, keep it in your pants.” Dean muttered, fed up already as it was bad enough just running into them, he didn’t need them both drooling over his sister too.

“What… I don’t…”

“Just up and listen, both of you. This is how it's gonna go.” Dean carried on, banging his fist on the table a little before pointing at them. “You two clowns are gonna get into that mystery machine outside and you’re gonna leave town… Or I’m gonna put holes in your knees.”

“Okay, first of all… You guys don’t scare us.” Harry said bravely, gesturing only between Sam and Dean as despite how attractive he found Selina, he was rather scared of her.

Last time they’d been together, locked in that Morton House, she proved just how scary she could be so the last thing he wanted was to provoke her. Dean might not make good on his word of putting holes in their knees, but Selina would, that much he was certain of.

“Not at all.” Ed added, trying his best to act cool when in reality, he was a tiny bit scared.

Lifting his shirt to reveal a gun tucked into his waistband Harry carried on, “Say hola to my little pistola.”

"Am I supposed to be impressed with that treasure trail or the lady gun you got hiding in your pants there?" Dean asked, pointing briefly towards the world's smallest gun.

“Uh… Both?” Harry hesitated, brows knitted together as that had sounded more like a question than a statement. His face relaxed, his shirt dropping as he unconvincingly shrugged, “Mainly the gun.”

“Hmm, I think mine is bigger.” Selina teased, lifting her own shirt to reveal not only the much bigger gun she had tucked in her own waistband, but the bottom of her bra too.

Obviously she hadn’t meant to show it. She’d just pulled her t-shirt up a little too high but it seemed to only add to the impact as it appeared as though the boys were practically whimpering to themselves and she couldn’t help but think that was the only bra they’d ever seen on a woman.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Sam interrupted, motioning for Selina to lower her t-shirt. “Maybe you should go and wait outside.”

“Yeah, before these two melt into a puddle of ectoplasm.” Dean added, a soft scoff leaving the back of his throat as he looked over at the dazed boys.

“Fine.” Selina stood up, lifting her chair and placing it back under the table she got it from. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the eyes of the obviously disappointed Ghostfacers and adding, “See you boys around… And as for you two, don’t forget my Dutch baby.”

“We won’t.” Sam and Dean called after her in unison, knowing better than to forget anything food related when it came to Selina as she was worse than Dean when it came to pie.

Satisfied, Selina left, allowing her brothers to do whatever it was they’d come here to do as honestly she hadn’t been listening to them. The entire car ride here she’d been scrolling through her phone. More specifically her text thread with Crowley, which had been mostly one sided as she’d yet to respond to any of his messages.

He’d given up trying to call her as she only declined it the second his name flashed on her screen. So instead he’d restored to texting her a few times a week to see if she was ready to talk to him again. To be honest, Selina didn’t even know if she was ready or if she ever would be , hence the fact that she’d straight up ignored each message no matter how hard it was for her to do so.

With a sigh, she locked her phone and tucked it back into her pocket after making note of the time as she was rather looking forward to her Dutch baby and was counting down the minutes to when she could eat it. Selina leaned back, hearing the slight squeak of the leather of her jacket against the car door as she glanced up at the sky, wondering at what point in her life had things gotten so damn complicated that she felt bad for ignoring a demon.

She knew it was the trials. That the last one had bonded her and Crowley in a way she never would have expected it to, but she didn’t like thinking about that day. Not when she only ended up remembering what Crowley had confessed to her and how badly she wanted to be able to give it to him.

Meow. Saved by the cat, thank God.

Selina’s head cocked to the side a little, her eyes soon spotting the small, black cat that was strolling towards her. She couldn’t help but smile a little, crouching down and holding out her hand as the cat approached her cautiously. It sniffed at her fingertips, eyeing her carefully and when it came to realise she wasn’t a threat, it happily allowed her to pet it.

“Aren’t you such a cutie?” Selina cooed, trailing her fingers along the cat’s back as it brushed up against her, purring softly and in a way that made her feel all warm inside as she always did like when animals took a liking to her. Cats especially.

If she had it her way, there would be a cat running around the bunker but unfortunately her brothers were absolutely no fun at all and therefore wouldn’t allow it, making herself and Castiel rather disappointed.

“The cat seems to like you… No surprise there.”

Two weeks was a long time for Selina to have gone without hearing that utterly smooth voice, meaning she was unable to stop the intense shiver from running up her spine and having her entire body shudder in response. She glanced to her side, spotting Crowley’s signature black suit as he made his way closer, every step only accelerating her otherwise calm breathing.

Selina’s eyes moved slowly up the length of his body and she swallowed thickly the closer she got to his face, the one she hadn’t been able to get out of her head no matter how angry she was with him. The second her gaze locked onto his, she was practically done for, her heart hammering furiously beneath her enochian carved ribs and for a second, she played about with the idea of throwing herself at him.

“Hello Selina.” Crowley added, deepening his voice purposely as he could almost sense the way Selina was feeling about him. He took one step forward, only to stop instantly when the cat she had been petting hissed at him before scarpering away.

Now annoyed, Selina sighed then muttered, “Did you have to do that?”

She was unable to help the slight scowl that flashed across her face as she straightened, folding her arms over her chest. She did her best to avoid making more unnecessary eye contact now that she was face to face with him, should she roll over and submit to his every need and desire.

“Apologies.” Crowley replied, edging his way closer to her as she leaned back against the Impala, still opting not to look directly at him again. But he had hope. After all, she did talk to him.

“What do you want?” Selina asked, a soft sigh leaving her lips as nothing but the sound of gravel crunching beneath Crowley’s feet met her ears in response.

A moment went by and still silence. For a second Selina thought he might have left due to her attitude, until the gap between them closed a lot more than she would have expected it to. She felt Crowley’s finger hook gently beneath her chin, slowly raising her face to meet his.

“For starters, for you to look at me for longer than five seconds.” He began, watching as Selina’s lips pressed together into a tight line, almost apologetically. And when she didn’t drop her gaze after more than those five seconds, he began to feel hope spark beneath his chest.

“There.” Selina breathed out, her heart hammering even harder against her ribcage at just how close he was to her. That still wasn’t enough to make her fully forgive him though, which may have been why her tone seemed so hostile when she next spoke. “I’ve looked at you. Now what do you want? ”

“Selina, don’t be like that.” Crowley said softly, opening the hand still beneath her chin to land lightly aside her face, watching the way her eyelids slowly fluttered and for a split second, her lips curled upwards. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

Wrong choice of words Crowley thought to himself, as the second they crossed his tongue and escaped into the air Selina’s face dropped beneath his touch. She raised her hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around his wrist and pulling his own away from her face, all but throwing it back at him as she moved away from the car and out of his intoxicating personal space.

“Because that makes it so much better.” Selina scoffed as she turned away from him, not finding herself able to look at him for another second. “Sorry doesn’t change the fact that Claire and Alex could have been killed, all because you don’t know how to keep your demons in check.”

“I know.” Crowley said softly, choosing to be patient as Selina was far, far more stubborn than he ever was. He edged his way closer to her, reaching out and lightly ghosting his hand over her shoulder, a spark of relief igniting within when she seemed to relax under his touch rather than tense up. “But I truly am sorry, Selina.”

Crowley’s hand landed properly on her shoulder, a soft sigh meeting his ears after it escaped from Selina’s lips. She turned her head, eyes flowing up from the warmth of his hand to meet his, the honesty behind them making it all the more difficult for her to stay mad at him. She knew how hard it was for Crowley to admit fault let alone apologise for anything, only adding to the confirmation that he really had changed.

“And I promise you…” He began, his touch slowly working its way up the length of her neck. He gently cradled one side, running his thumb along the almost faded bruise on her jawline, all while his eyes never once left hers. “For as long as Hell follows me, it will never happen again.”

“It better not.” Selina whispered, her breath hitching a little as this was all so much for her to take in at one time.

The gentleness of his touch. The softness of his words. Not to mention the look in his eyes, the one so filled with care and adoration that it had her unable to fully believe he was the same demon who had once tried to kill her. It was overwhelming to tell the truth, and for once she was praying that her brothers would show their faces and scare Crowley off as she didn’t know how much resistance she had left in her.

“You have my word, darling.” Crowley said, continuing to draw light circles over her skin with his thumb. And for his own sake he ignored the rapidness of her pulse against his palm as chances are her heart was beating fast for entirely different reasons and not because of him. “And you know I always keep those.”

It was true, he did always keep his word which is why Selina simply nodded her head once in response, her lips twitching upwards just enough to allow Crowley to let out the breath he’d been holding since the moment he showed up.

She’d forgiven him.

“I’ll do what I can to make it up to you.” Crowley added, for good measure as it couldn't hurt to offer her more in terms of an apology.

“Just keep your demons away from my girls and we’ll call it square.” Selina breathed out, doing her best to ignore the way her hand twitched out of eagerness to touch him. “They’ve been through enough.”

“You have my word that I’ll try my best.” Crowley replied, unable to fully promise her that he would as he couldn’t control every single demon on earth. “But you know as well as I do, there are unruly demons still out there.”

“That’s okay… As long as they aren’t yours, then we won’t have a problem.” Selina said assuringly, offering him a warm smile which all but had his heart want to leap from his chest.

Once again their bodies seemed to involuntarily lean forward, as though they were magnetic and unable to stop themselves from connecting. Their eyes found one another and they both knew what was about to happen, yet neither of them did anything to try and stop it. They wanted this, more than anything did they want this to happen but unfortunately for them, the universe was, once again, not on their side.

“I’m just saying, the sign said they take twenty-five minutes. Ours came out in twenty. That makes it preemie.”

“It’s a pancake, Dean. Not a real baby.”

The sound of her brother's nearing voices had Selina step abruptly away from Crowley, despite how hard it was to move her legs away from the gravitational pull they seemed to have towards one another. Not that it mattered as in the blink of an eye Crowley was gone, leaving her to do nothing but think… What if?

What if life didn’t keep getting in the way? Would she kiss Crowley? Or would her conscience get the better of her and stop her because deep down, she knew it was wrong? Selina wasn’t overly sure, but she was sure she’d find out next time as you know what they say… Third time’s the charm.

Chapter 9 ->

#supernatural #crowley #crowley x original character #crowley x oc #supernatural fanfic series

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horseforeplay · 1 year ago

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sorry i turned off reblogs on my c19 + leftist organizing post because fash found it and were patting themselves on the back for having reasonable debate amongst themselves as if i don’t wish their insides would turn to liquid and gush out their holes. someone also reblogged it and tagged it as something their video game blorbo would say (which is not an equivalent evil, it just made me roll my eyes lol). i made that post from my literal sick bed and as is often the case with posts that get popular overnight, i made it as an off-the-cuff followup to a much lengthier ask response that included actual links to sources. i didn’t make it with an audience in mind, but an audience sure did appear and i appreciate everyone engaging with it thoughtfully. i hope it’s been a little flicker of light and solidarity for a few of you, when things seem so bleak, from someone who’s adjusting to how to fight for a better world when the body is sick. i don’t think posting on tumblr is activism, but i’m glad my public diary entry has resonated with some of you lol

#may turn reblogs back on at some point but i’ve got too much on my plate atm

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motheatenscarf · 2 years ago

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Beat Heavensward!

It's getting harder and harder to stop and post my thoughts as I come across them because... idk, I'm in a bit of a funk. And also because I find myself more and more just mentioning these thoughts to my friends who are also playing through the same story as I am and we all appear to be enjoying it differently and are having lengthier discussions there and I wind up not having the energy to post it here.

So, I'm gonna make a few posts in a row based on some screenshots I'm going through!

My most recent/immediate impressions are as follows;

I REALLY liked Ysayle and I was sorry to see her die but I saw that one coming a mile away. Also, god forbid they have any interesting women in this game. Sigh.

Lucia, all my hopes are on you, don't die, and Alisaie, maybe don't grow up anytime soon, I don't think they'll kill a little girl but all of the interesting women are doomed :T

But yeah, Ysayle did nothing wrong, she had nothing to atone for, her death makes sense from a character perspective, I understand why she FELT like she had to make up for her mistakes, but she did nothing wrong and I liked her a lot and am sad she's gone. I wish the narrative acknowledged her passing as sorrowfully as it acknowledged Haurchefant's, but I also get why it didn't do that.

At least Estinien commented on her passing favorably.

And uh, yeah, lol, the Estinien thing getting overtaken by Nidhogg's fury thing kinda came out of left field. I know it was something that had been telegraphed, but I was talking with my friends moments before I watched him turn into a dragon and saying, "Yeah, I really thought there would be more of a thing with him struggling to control his rage, but I guess they had other things they wanted to focus on." And uh... then he transformed out of no where once he had the second eye of Nidhogg.

And rather than taking it seriously, I just made.... .SO MANY jokes about Estinien and his balls because it was a deeply unearned dramatic moment.

But yeah, I was coming around on Estinien, we'll miss him, oh well lol.

Speaking of coming around on characters, I DID, grudgingly, come around on Aymeric and it makes me so angry lol.

I really wanted to hate him because he was a cop, but he's a good dude. It's a fantasy story, we can ride dragons and there can be ONE good cop who is actually tragically idealistic and morally upstanding. And we have to protect him or Isghard is gonna stay in the dark ages forever. I really wish we could have seen him confront his father in the final showdown, but that's an old issue I have is making the WoL face enemies alone.

I liked Y'shtola's mentor as well, but she was there for 5 seconds and my favorite thing about her was her enchanted broom that quoted Mr. Sparkle (there are A LOT of good classic simpsons references in this game, the Fates especially Jesus Christ), and also she uhhhhhh didn't matter apparently. I hated that whole time wasting detour and the fact that Y'shtola is here and she is as unflappable and emotive as a fucking rock despite essentially getting a terminal diagnosis for her time in the lifestream. Just not a single emotion behind those dead, dull eyes.

Which, to me at least, speaks to the VAST improvement in the quality of writing that Y'shtola, the best character from ARR's scions, is notably the weakest element here. Alphinaud's gone through some great character development, Tataru is utilized well as an endearing element, and the new characters from Isghard are all of them genuinely interesting and compelling, even the cop whom it took me forever to come around on, I like Aymeric, I liked Estinien and Ysayle and Haurchefant. I LOVED the Dark Knight class story. The Paladin class story sucked, but even just regional questlines like the hunters in Tailfeather and the Vath and the dragons and the soldiers in cloudtop or Falcon's Nest or even the moogles in Moghome were all interesting!

Which is I think why I get so frustrated by the pacing sometimes is because it has all these fantastic elements if it would just give them the attention they deserve and not bounce around like crazy or handwave things that deserve time and focus.

It's fun and it's pretty good but it could be AMAZING if it would just fully commit to itself.

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #FF14 spoilers #i literally made so many ball jokes in such rapid succession that i cannot remember most of them #but the one i am proudest of was 'alright alright that's enough it's just low hanging fruit... not unlike his balls.'

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thebreakfastgenie · 1 year ago

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For the Director's Cut: I'd love to hear about forever fave Campfire, if you haven't done it recently 🥲

I always love to talk about Campfire, the fic I wrote in the woods!

He reads Ball Four. He really wants to read Future Shock, but it’s easier to answer questions about baseball if someone gets nosy.

I spent forever trying to pick the books for this part. I wanted something super recognizable, you know how sometimes there's a book that's super trendy? But I couldn't find anything for that year that gave me what I wanted, so I finally just picked a couple of bestsellers.

The boy next to him is named Aaron.

This was not an intentional reference to Aaron Sorkin. I just needed nice Jewish boy names.

I kinda of feel like I could have set up the introducing themselves formula better. I don't think it's unreasonable for siblings to be part of it but it just feels a little forced to me. I don't know. This is the kind of thing that would be smoother if I had edited this more after I rushed home from the woods to write it down.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Irving says, but he doesn’t look sorry.

This is supposed to say "but he doesn't sound sorry" but I never got around to fixing the typo.

At breakfast the next morning, Josh is debating dunking his tasteless toast into his watery oatmeal, when Irving strides past his chair. He tips his head towards Josh as he goes by.

Originally Irving was going to ruffle Josh's hair, but I was afraid that was too creepy. Part of me wishes I had left it in.

My original plan was for Josh to remain a social outcast for the whole summer. The summer camp section would have been a lot more depressing and also a lot shorter. Isaac and Barry were always named Isaac and Barry, but I had the worst time picking a name for Becca. Becca was one of the first options and when I finally settled on it I wasn't sure about it but now I can't imagine her being named anything else. The mirror between Isaac, Barry and Becca and Sam, Toby, and CJ was kind of subconscious.

I think the 1998 section is a little thinner because I was in such a hurry to finish the fic, but I'm still pretty happy with it.

I'm really gratified that people like this fic because I wasn't sure how much anyone wanted to read about Josh at summer camp!

I based the location of Camp Greenfern on Camp Winnebago where I have not been but where my mom scattered my grandfather's ashes. He worked there as a sailing instructor back in the day.

It's not a coincidence that this fic was written in September, but it's based on some longstanding headcanons and I have a few early versions of the summer camp introductions bit lying around.

If I'd been willing to wait to post it would probably not be called campfire! I defaulted that because I couldn't think of a better title. It's not a bad title and I'm content with it, but in this period I had a reputation for one word titles and I kept having to explain I don't actually prefer them, I'm just not willing to use a lengthier title unless it's a good fit.

I think I'll stop here! Thank you!

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avecra · 3 years ago

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Deception - 5

series summary: In order to save your father from an unnecessary fight, you force yourself into an arranged marriage with Brock Rumlow. But when he threatens your father over a small mistake on your part, you find yourself in front of your husband’s biggest rival and your old friend, Bucky Barnes. With the shared history between the two of you, Bucky finds himself drawn to you once again, and will risk everything he has just to keep you safe.

pairing: mob!bucky x stark!reader

word count: 3.7k

chapter warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of violence

a/n - im sorry this is so short the next few chapters will be lengthier

series masterlist // next chapter

Bucky reluctantly pulled the phone away from his ear, a sense of dread building up in his stomach and he leaned back into the cushions of his couch, wishing that the conversation lasted a little bit longer. He flung his phone across the coffee table, and it landed on the file that you managed to sneak to him.

Reaching across the table, he grabbed ahold of the manila folder and slid the photocopies of information about Rumlow’s stay in Chicago; what hotel he was staying at, who he was meeting, where he was having his meetings.

Feelings of anxiety doubled over for him the more information you presented him. Bucky knew Rumlow, he knew how determined the man was to end anyone who crossed him. He didn’t even want to imagine what Rumlow would do if he found out.

The familiar sound of a whine reached his ears and he turned his head to see his Doberman look at him with a tilted head. Bucky huffed and gently scratched behind her ear, leaning down to stroke the white cat as she sweaved herself through his legs.

“Buck?”

He lifted his head up at the sudden voice, blue eyes focused on the blond at the door of his office. “What is it, Steve?” he replied, his voice coming out gruff. The canine huffed and made her way over to the small pile of blankets in the corner.

“You okay? You’ve been up here for hours,” Steve commented and took a step into the office. He shut the door gently and dragged a chair, placing it in front of the coffee table. He took a glance down at the papers and files scattered everywhere, “You’re worried about her.”

Bucky sighed annoyedly, blue eyes glaring up at his friend. “Of course I’m worried about her. She’s been trapped with him for the past God knows how many years… how does Stark not know about it?”

“She’s protecting her father, Buck. You know the marriage is only for treaty purposes-”

“And why would Stark offer his only child up to the enemy, hm? I mean, how did Rumlow choose Y/n? Who even came up with the marriage idea?” Bucky spat angrily, running his hands through his disheveled hair.

“She's been trapped for years, and if he has the slightest suspicion that she’s bringing this stuff-”

“What makes you so sure that she’ll get caught?” Steve interjected, holding up a hand to silence him. “I know Y/n, too. And I know that she’s a strong, capable woman who can take care of herself.”

Growing up with several illnesses, Steve never got to see you quite that often. On days that you were busy with your school and business with our father, Bucky found himself in Steve’s presence.

On the rare occasions, the three of you would relax and watch a movie, or if Steve was feeling up to it, he and Bucky would play a few rounds of video games while you sat with a book.

“That’s not-- that’s not what I’m saying,” Bucky sighed as he made his way over to the small bar and poured himself a mug of black coffee. “I know she can handle herself, I’m just worried about what he’ll do to her. You know what he’s capable of”

Steve sighed, eyeing him as he took a seat back on the couch. A sudden realization hit him as he looked at his friend with a knowing look.

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and scoffed, “No, I’m not. Okay, maybe when I was twenty and we were both in college, and things have changed,” he said, “I’ve changed, and I guarantee so has she.”

Steve raised a brow, unamused. He knew that was complete bullshit, given how excited and optimistic he had been after the interaction he had with you at the charity gala, and how worried he was when you left the club, unrestful until Scott assured him that you made it home safely.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked carefully.

Bucky paused for a moment, holding the mug by the rim in his hands. He pondered for a moment, wondering if you would accept him after everything was over, after you were free from your husband and his vile clutches.

But he was in the same boat as Brock Rumlow, the same business. They weren’t on the same level by any means, Rumlow deemed himself to be a vicious and vile man who didn’t care about anyone but himself.

Brock Rumlow had little to no care for his men; he would replace them in a heartbeat if it meant his dying business kept floating for a little while longer. He could kill one of his men with his bare hands, leaving whoever crossed him in a pool of their own blood, and he wouldn’t change a shade in his skin tone.

George Barnes taught his son that family comes before everything, and Bucky thought of his men more than just employees. Sure, some of them didn’t use their thinking skills, but Bucky couldn't even bring himself to the notion of hurting them, let alone kill them.

His men were his family. He cared if they were caught in the line of fire, he cared if they came out of a situation hurt.

Brock Rumlow was a different breed of immoral; and Bucky couldn’t understand for the life of him why Tony Stark offered his one and only daughter, the apple of his eye, to Rumlow.

You were beautiful and kind and had an energy that radiated happiness, but from the interactions with Bucky, he could tell that the light you once had had been drained. From your husband, no doubt.

He wanted nothing more than to take you away from Rumlow. To fix the wounds he engraved upon your skin, to fix the mental scars he embedded on you. Bucky wanted to take you away from it all, but he was in the same boat.

Both Bucky and Rumlow were in the same business, and you deserved better.

“She doesn’t deserve to be in this dark business, Steve,” Bucky sighed, walking over to the window that sat high above the club. He looked down upon the patrons, men and women dancing and mingling around, socializing with each other.

“Your business isn’t as dark as Rumlow’s, and I think out of all the people, Y/n would understand that the best,” Steve said as he approached his friend carefully, he placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gripped gently.

Bucky rolled his shoulder, throwing Steve’s hand off, “Getting her out of that marriage and back with her father is more important than my own feelings. She is the main priority.”

He threw back the rest of his coffee before he stormed out of his office and down to the bumping crowd of people down below. Steve remained in the office for a few more minutes, eyes locked on Bucky’s form as he pushed himself through the crowd until he settled down at a table with Sam and Natasha.

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“And where are you planning on going today, ma’am?”

You glanced up from your plate of breakfast to see Grant Ward walk into the kitchen with a smug look on his face. You closed the book that was laying on the marble tops and watched as he placed the mail on the counter with a loud smack.

Eyeing Ward, you took a sip of your tea and brought your empty plate to the sink, “Just planning on visiting my dad at work,” you replied evenly, grabbing your phone as you made your way over to the living room. Ward was hot on your heels, and you pinched your arm, right above an old scar, to refrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Your dad, huh? Down at Stark Industries?” Ward leaned against the wall, propping his dirty boot against the olive green wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at you with an expecting look, his eyebrows raised. Your eyes flickered down to his feet in disgust. “You uh, you need a ride there? Boss says it ain’t safe…”

Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, gripping onto the books that you held in our hand.

Sometimes you wondered where your husband had found and hired his men, with most of them having little to no basic human decency . But then again, they worked for your husband, you granted none of them were very bright.

“No, that won’t be necessary, my dad’s chauffeur will be picking me up,” you said, gathering the few scattered books, and you turned to see him staring at you. “Is there something you need?” you tried to steady your voice.

But Ward shook his head, kicking himself up off the wall and towards the hallway. “Not at all, ma’am. Just looking out for you, the boss worries y’know.” He quickly exited the room with a nod.

You frowned at his previous words; your husband was not the person to worry about you. He never had, even before when his company and business was thriving, he hadn’t shown you an ounce of sympathy. He never showed you affection, or even cared about your well-being for a second.

Even when you were sick with the flu almost a year ago, your father was the one to send you tea bags and bottles of medicine, coming to visit you when you were feeling better. Brock didn’t acknowledge you at all.

It was nerve racking, noticing how Ward commented about your husband. He worries, y’know was the biggest load of shit you had ever heard.

There wasn’t any possibility that he had a clue of what you were doing, when you made copies of Brock’s itinerary, you made sure no one was present in the penthouse. All the guards had gone home for the night, leaving the men who stayed positioned at the front door.

But the way Ward looked at you, the way he sneered at you made your stomach filled with dread.

Even as you got ready, slipping into a pair of jeans and a sweater, it ate at the back of your mind. If he knew, he would report back to your husband; you couldn’t even bring yourself to think about what he would do to you.

Carefully, you pulled the scattered pieces of paper that were underneath the bed and safely put them in your bag, swinging it onto your shoulder. You glanced at the clock on the beside and saw it was nearing eleven; Natasha had texted you what floor and room to meet in, as well as what time.

You had yet to meet her, but by the way she texted you, deep down you had a feeling the two of you would get along, it would be nice to have at least a friend you could talk to. She had even texted earlier in the morning, double checking to make sure you were still up on meeting at the tower, in which you replied, confirming that you would be able to slip out of the penthouse.

Quickly tidying up the bed, you ran your brush through the strands of hair, opting to leave it down rather than tying it back. You gathered your bag and threw on your jacket and made your way down the hall, and quickly exited the apartment as fast as you could.

You didn’t spare the guards a glance as your feet carried you to the elevator, and only when you entered and faced the entryway, you saw them nod to you as the doors closed together. The feeling of your heart beating against your rib cage was almost too much to handle, and for a moment you were glad you lived on one of the top floors.

Breathing in deeply, you fisted the sleeves of your jacket as you closed your eyes, leaning your body against the elevator walls, “Keep it together, Y/n,” you whispered to yourself, straightening your posture as you reached the bottom floor.

The air was crisp and an overcast covered the sky, the streets were damp with puddles of water from the rain the previous night. Your eyes scanned over the street before they landed on the sleek black car a few yards away, you quickly made your way across the street and opened the door, practically throwing yourself inside.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/n.”

You let out a startled gasp, throwing your back against the car door. Ahead of you sat the red headed woman you saw at the bar top when you first stepped into Bucky’s club, and even your two second interaction, she seemed to be gratified towards you.

“I presume Natasha,” you chuckled nervously and she bobbed her head up and down. Scott smiled at you from the rearview mirror as he pulled onto the road, and he pulled up the partition to give the two of you more privacy.

The streets seemed to be empty, as you noticed the car drive smoothly down the vacant street. You clutched your bag with documents closer to your chest, inhaling a shaky breath; you could still feel your heart pound against your ribcage from the encounter with Ward, his words sent you into an anxiety filled spiral.

“Are you alright?” You turned your head to see Natasha gaze at you with a concerned look, her brows furrowed with worry.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said with a smile, though you weren’t sure if it was true. Your morning had been spent worrying about today, how the meeting with Bucky and his top men would go, how he would get closer to taking down your husband.

Natasha sent you a questioning look and sighed softly before turning her gaze down to the tablet in her hands. You looked out the window, digging your nails into the heels of your palms to ground yourself, and to relax your beating heart.

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Bucky paced the floor of the empty conference room, muttering incoherent phrases under his breath. Sam watched with an annoyed look, narrowed eyes glancing over at the brunette.

“Man, would you chill out? You’re gonna tear a hole in the floor, and then Stark will be pissed at you,” Sam said with a huff as he leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “Do you think she’s not gonna show or something?”

Bucky looked over at him, halting in his movements. He stood still, and a tired sigh left his lips as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

“No, I’m just-- I can’t help but worry about her,” he muttered, dropping his head onto the surface of the glass table. “The stuff that she’s delivering is risky, and he could stop her at any moment. I don’t want to be the reason why she gets hurt.”

The door suddenly opened and Bucky whipped around in anticipation, but his smile fell as his eyes landed on Steve Rogers.

“It’s just you,” Bucky mumbled pathetically. Steve glanced over to Sam and chuckled, patting Bucky on the back as he rounded the table to sit next to Sam.

“Good to see you too, Buck,” Steve teased and with one look at his friend's worried expression, he added, “Nat texted, they’re almost here.”

It brought Bucky some relief that you were on the way. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his head ever since the charity gala weeks ago, even if it was a few minutes before he was whisked away.

With a glance towards Sam and Steve, they began to unpack all of the files that you had managed to sneak to Scott, scattering them around the table. It was anything and everything - bank account documents, records of all the men hired by Rumlow, both alive and deceased, and previous bank reports from Alexander Pierce.

The amount of information you had offered was almost enough. They just need the official sale reports of the weapons that Rumlow and his men sold and it would all be finalized. He knew people that would speak for you; to allow you to come out of your husband’s mess unscathed.

It would be unwise to be the poor sucker who arrested Tony Stark’s daughter over things that had nothing to do with her.

“Damn, she really has it out for him, huh?” Sam commented and Bucky nodded.

“He’s been threatening Stark everytime she messes up,” It felt bitter to say the words aloud. “I can’t imagine what he’s like to actually live with.”

After a few agonizingly long minutes passed by, Bucky perked up at the faint sounds of talking, coming from the other side of the door. He heard the calming reassurances of Natasha’s voice and the door was carefully pushed open, and the first thing Bucky noticed was your vice grip on the bag in your hand.

The tenseness from your body seemed to evaporate once you laid eyes on Bucky, you offered him a small smile as you took a step into the conference room. You glanced around between Sam and Steve, and your smile seemed to widen upon seeing your old friend.

“It’s good to see you, Y/n,” Steve said, rounding the table to envelope you into a hug. You heard the sound of Bucky’s chair scraping against the floor and Steve pulled back away from you, allowing Bucky to step in.

“Hi.”

“Hi, sweet girl,” The first thing he noticed were the circles that hung low under your eyes and the chapped skin of your lips, “Everything okay?” Bucky frowned, but you nodded and placed a hand on his bicep.

“I’m okay,” you said softly, Bucky reluctantly nodded and placed a hand on the small of your back and led you to the table and he pulled out a chair. You smiled at Sam and sat down in one of the chairs, placing the bag on your lap.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Y/n,” Sam said with a toothy grin and you couldn't help but smile.

You took a glance at the papers spread across the table, and as you took out the folder, your hands started to tremble slightly, the words from Ward echoing around in your head. You cleared your throat and set the documents of Brock’s business trip itinerary on the glass.

“What’s that?”

You looked at Sam, “He’s in Chicago for a business trip, it’s his hotel, his business partners, their work address and this,” you pulled out another sheet from the folder, “is where he’s been eating, having drinks, and this is where his men have been.”

A sense of anxiety washed over you as you gauged their reactions, Sam and Steve leaned over and each grabbed a paper, eyes raking over the information.

“I know it’s not that important,” you stammered, “I can’t get his sales records without accessing his computer… and he gets a notification everytime he logs on.” you said with a glance towards Bucky.

You looked at him as he read over the hotel information, quickly highlighting the address. He placed a hand over your shaking one, gently running his thumb over your knuckles.

“I don’t want you to risk yourself just to get us information,” Bucky sweetly said. His blue eyes looked into yours, silently pleading with you. “You give as much as you can, okay?”

He looked at you with a serious expression, his cerulean eyes filled with a sense of urgency. He couldn’t dare to lose you, not after everything he’d been through. His father’s passing, him taking over the mantle for Barnes’ Corporation, losing you.

Because he had lost you. You had signed your life away to Brock Rumlow when you were only twenty-one, dark black ink with his and your name on the marriage certificate.

He had lost you for five years, he couldn’t take the chance of losing you for a second time.

Sam and Steve glanced at each other before gathering up all the files and standing up from their seats. Sam muttered, “We’ll make copies,” before moving towards the door, opting to give the two of you privacy.

As the door was shut, and the two of you were left alone, you let out a shaky breath, your shoulders shrunk down, and Bucky could tell that something was off in your demeanor.

“Sweetness, please tell me what's wrong. I know something is bothering you, and all I want to do is help you. Please, Y/n, please let me in.”

Bucky held no resentment or anger towards you, only compassion and worry, and for just a moment, you allowed yourself to take a moment. With a sharp inhale, you opened your eyes and faced him, nervously intertwining your hands.

“One of Brock’s men, he said something to me earlier and it just… it freaked me out and now I can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m overwhelmed and I feel like he’s onto me and– oh god, he’s onto me-”

“Y/n, sweetheart, stop, stop,” Bucky said, kneeling down in front of you. He tightly grasped your hands, bringing you to stop your rambling. “Just take a deep breath, honey. Deep breath. Start from the beginning.” Bucky gently guided you.

“One of his men, Grant Ward, said something that freaked me out,” you said and you tightened your hold on his hand. “He said that Brock worries about me, that it’s not safe. I don’t know, maybe I’m just overreacting or something-”

“No, sweetness, you’re not overthinking this,” Bucky cut in gently. “If you're too worried about him, just lay low for a couple of days. Read a few books, paint me a beautiful sunset, watch Harry Potter and complain to me how the books are better. Just stay home, okay?”

The urgency in his voice was one you hadn’t heard since before you were married off, when you had your last conversation with him.

You nodded, and for a moment you wanted to sink down into his lap, allow you to hug and hold you, to protect you from any danger. But you held yourself still, and only gripped his hand.

“I will. Promise.”

Bucky nodded and leaned his forehead against yours.

You relished in the moment with him. You wanted the moment to last forever, but you knew that time wouldn’t be so kind to you. There would be a time when you would have to retreat back home to your husband’s life, but for now, you engulf yourself in the presence of him, immersing the time you had with your old friend, even if it was only for a short while.

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tags 🏷 - @matchat3a @moonlightreader649 @boofy1998 @impala1967666

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #mob!bucky #bucky barnes fic

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byteno · 1 year ago

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Wanted to join in on this because it looks fun !

(I know, even though I wasn’t tagged 😭)

To be honest, I don’t think my Spidersona has one right now. I originally was thinking that it would kind of be like a pixelated or early 2000s internet type of vibe (for example, the backgrounds would look like pixel art or appear low quality while the character in the foreground would be in high definition). I’ll have to keep working on this, though, because I hadn’t really thought about it enough.

This is still to be expanded on, but so far, the people in her universe are Miguel O’ Hara (who is her half-brother), Jessica Drew, and Peter Parker. However, the only one she really knows is Miguel for obvious reasons; she hasn’t met the others yet. After losing both their parents, the two half-siblings manage to survive on their own together. At least, until her first canon event happens.

Yes! She was bitten by a radioactive metallic jumping spider. She took inspiration from its appearance in order to design her suit.

I guess since she would technically count as the Spider-Man 2099 of her dimension, that’s the year she lives in. Although her New York is also called Nueva York, it looks notably different from Miguel’s Nueva York (I’ve also thought about calling it NiǔYuē to represent a sort of expansion of Chinese culture from Chinatown throughout New York, but the city name is still a work in progress).

This is also still a work in progress, but I have a good portion of it planned out for the most part. Yes, she is a part of the Spider Society. Although she worked at Alchemax in her dimension as a junior intern and they were set on studying interdimensional travel, she had no idea other Spider-Men could even exist until one traveled to her dimension. She was so desperate for answers that she stole their watch and traveled to Earth-928 to sneak into the Spider Society tower. However, she was eventually stopped by Miguel, who confronted her. After she put up a decent fight, both verbally and physically, Miguel was left impressed and recruited her with little backlash from Jessica Drew.

Her webs are a sort of mix between organic and artificial. She will often have web blockages more than she wants to, so she always has backup web shooters and cartridges with her just in case. As of their appearance, they look a bit more like silver metal than silk. Much like some jumping spiders, she can actually create a parachute of webs that can help her safely tackle some of the harder landings she makes.

My sona does indeed have a cat, but she feels much safer not taking him with her on missions. Sometimes, she will have people from Spider Society volunteer to pet sit for her while she’s away (most often Gwen and Pav). Her cat and Spider-Cat get along really well, too.

Nope. She is the only Spider-Man of her universe. Although sometimes, she wishes she wasn’t.

Mysterio is probably one of the only recurring villains from other dimensions present in her universe. As for objects or concepts, she lives in a more cyber-dystopian world, so hovering cars and self-aware androids are a thing. Comic-con does exist in her universe, too.

Usually she doesn’t like to kill criminals unless she desperately has to or unless it’s an accident. Although she’s not a very sadistic person, she often does take pride in watching criminals and villains twice her size beg for their lives in front of her, which is one of her proudest qualities.

This was a bit lengthier than I wanted it to be, but it was super fun to join in on this! I hope to participate in more tagging games in the future !

Tagging: @lunaeclipse1057-ao3

Y’know, I’m appreciating the abundance of Spider-Sona tag games recently- so I’m gonna be making my own here! Only 10 questions because I don’t want to go too wild with this one- or else we’d be here all day!

Spider-Sona 10 Questions!

What artstyle is your Spider-Sona’s world? ( For example, Gwen’s world is watercolor, Hobie’s world is inspired by punk art and punk album covers, etc. be creative! )

Do any characters that appear in the 616 or 1610 universes appear in your Spider-Sona’s world? If so, who and how are their roles different? ( For example, if Hobie Brown is in your universe, is he still the Prowler? Is Peter Parker in your universe? )

Is there a specific species of spider your Spider-Sona was bitten by, or was based off of? ( Can’t think of any specific canon examples here- but I’ve seen a lot of Spider-Sonas based off wolf spiders for example! )

What city and what time period does your Spider-Sona live in?

Is your Spider-Sona in the Spider Society? Were they ever asked to join but declined? Were they not scouted at all? Did they join and then quit? Tell me all about it!

Does your Spider-Sona have organic webbing, or do they use web-shooters? Mix of both? And is their webbing typical spider webbing, or does it have a style to it? ( For example, Miguel’s webbing being red and presumably digital. )

Very important question here- do they have any pets? And if so, do they ever take them out on their crime fighting missions?

Are they the only Spider-Person in their universe? ( For example, Miles and Peter co-existing in the Insomniac Games )

Are there things that exist in their universe but don’t in others? ( For example, Comic Con existing in Miles-42’s universe but not in 1610 Miles’s! Or certain Marvel superheroes existing in their universe but not others. )

And lastly ( For now will probably make a few more of these… honestly I could make one daily but I don’t wanna bother people lol ) what does your Spider-Sona think about killing criminals… and their general approach to crime.

Okay and that’s a wrap for this one! Let me know if you want more of these and how frequently you’d like them! If you aren’t tagged, you can still absolutely do this by the way, just gonna tag a few mutuals and people I follow who I know have Spider-Sona’s! Please let me know if you would not like to be tagged in the future- no hard feelings I’m just autistic and need things to be spelled out bluntly for me!

@spidey-bie @the-cat-and-the-birdie @brown-spider @autisticarach

( You know actually I don’t follow a ton of Spider-Sona blogs so if you come across this post and would LIKE to be tagged in future tag games please let me know in the reblogs or the replies! )

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sleepysnk · 3 years ago

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a/n: and we’re back with another chapter! i want to mention that this is a lengthier chapter, so i hope you guys enjoy it! i wanted to go over some other aspects in the story, and we get a look into some of readers thoughts!

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, mentions of possessive behavior, very suggestive content, lingerie.

The Beach: Chapter Fourteen

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Your body awoke to the sound of shifting coming from outside your bedroom door. It had to be fairly early, but you didn’t mind at all. For once, you didn’t feel stressed or anxious about going to school.

You were supposed to take your final midterm tomorrow, but it was easy. You knew the content like the back of your hand, so for the first time in a while, you decided to take the day off. It was rare when you had days like this, but you enjoyed them and you always took advantage of your open schedule. Whether that be binge watching Netflix, or simply getting something to eat.

You peeled your eyes open. The sunlight from outside was pouring into your room. It gave it a glow, and it felt so calming.

You slept fairly early last night. You didn’t want to waste any time getting a good night's rest. You deserved it, and you felt very refreshed. It was like your dead battery was now fully charged, and you had so much energy. You hadn’t felt this in a really long time. Not since you started the semester just a couple of months ago.

Reaching for your phone, you pulled it towards your body. The screen lit up, revealing that it was currently 8:30 A.M.

You also noticed you had a text from Obito.

8:12 A.M.<- Obito: good morning ❤️ i hope your day goes well :)

You felt a smile creep up on your cheeks from the message. You hadn’t gotten a text like that from him before, but you didn’t mind. It was really cute, and you appreciated his sweet words. Obito always had a way of talking that made you feel like you were melting.

You typed a response back. You wished him a good morning as well, and told him you hoped his day would be just as great as yours.

It was the right thing to do.

You let out a sigh, sitting up in your bed. You pulled the covers off of your body, and placed your feet on the ground. Goosebumps erupted on your skin from the cooler air hitting your warm body.

You stretched out your muscles and joints. You could hear them pop as you twisted your body around from the deep sleep you just had. It felt good, and so did your body. It felt like you were well rested for once. You hoped this feeling would stick around for just a little while longer. You knew the end of the semester would probably be the end of you.

You stood up, heading towards the direction of your bedroom door. You turned the knob and pulled open the door. The faint sound of the air conditioning could be heard inside your quiet apartment. It was a hot day. You remembered hearing that the temperature was going to be high, and it was going to be humid.

You let out a yawn as you walked into the kitchen. You saw that the kitchen light was on, so Konan must have been awake. Either she was up, or she went to take a nap. She often slept right after her classes because they were early in the morning. You hoped she was awake though, because you wanted to greet her.

Opening the cabinet, you looked around for something to eat. You were starving at the moment, and you were craving something sweet for breakfast. Maybe you’d go and get donuts? You were a huge fan of those.

You heard your phone vibrate on the counter. It made you stop what you were doing. You kind of hoped it was Obito, because you had a lot of fun getting boba with him yesterday. You two spent your day talking at the boba shop, and he even paid for your drink. You didn’t like it, but you promised to get him something next time.

You smiled when you saw the text in your notifications.

Obito: my day will be just fine if i got to see you 😭

“Whatcha smiling at?”

You practically jumped out of your skin from Konan’s sudden statement. You really needed to watch out for her. She could be so fucking sneaky sometimes. You would have had a heart attack if it was nighttime.

You turned on your heels to face her. She had her lilac-colored hair tied up in a small bun. “Um, nothing! I’m just texting someone,” you gave her a nervous smile.

Konan quirked an eyebrow at your response. She was well aware of your little “thing” with Obito. She really didn’t mind it. Konan was actually kind of happy for you. She never had an issue with Obito, and she wasn’t the type to tell you what to do or who to hookup with.

She leaned over to look at your cell phone. You quickly moved the screen away from her line of view, but she caught the name just in time. It was clearly Obito texting you back.

“Obito, huh? I never knew he was the type to send so many heart emojis,” she looked up at you with this teasing look on her face.

Your cheeks burned from her comment. Sometimes you’d get embarrassed when she called you out like this. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed of Obito or something, but you were kind of private about what you talked about with him. He knew things about you that Konan really didn’t know.

Sexual things, of course.

You put your phone into your pocket. “Well, he just does that! He’s nice and sweet like that, you know?” you shrugged your shoulders.

Konan opened the fridge to find something to eat. She searched around for something that seemed appealing. “Right.. but Obito seems like he’s been a little too nice lately,” she said, “You know, sending good morning texts, or sending you those sweet messages with hearts,”

You already knew where this conversation was going. She was clearly implying something, but you weren’t going to believe it.

“Konan, he’s just a nice guy! There’s nothing else going on besides hookups,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

She closed the fridge, a bag of bagels were in her right hand. “I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about you, (Y/N),” she turned to face you, a serious look was on her features.

Your eyebrows knitted as the words left her tongue. She was talking about you? You of all people? You didn’t see Obito like that. He was strictly a guy you hooked up with, and he was a nice friend. You didn’t see him as this romantic partner whatsoever, and it was odd that Konan was seeing it like that.

It was just sex, and you knew that. You and Obito both knew that. You two even agreed to tell one another if either of you caught feelings that were more than platonic.

You leaned against the counter. “Konan, I don’t like Obito like that. He’s just my friends with benefits, nothing more,” you replied, “He’s a nice guy, but I don’t see him as someone I want to date,”

She placed her hand on her hip. “Really? So why does he act like some love sick puppy when you two are texting?” she raised an eyebrow at you.

Truth is, you didn’t know how to respond to that question. You weren’t exactly sure why Obito acted the way he did around you. You assumed he was like that, because you guys were both having sex with one another. You heard a lot about him on campus. He was one of those guys who “got around” with the girls at your school.

It could be him just charming his way into your pants, but you two were friends. He didn’t seem like the type to do that kind of stuff anyway. Obito could be an ass in private, but he had a heart.

You sighed, sitting up on the counter. “I don’t know! He’s just nice! I don’t act a certain way around him either. We just hook up and occasionally hang out,” you swung your feet as you spoke.

Konan placed the two halves of her bagel into the toaster. She turned the knob to set the timer. “I dunno, (Y/N), it doesn’t seem like that on the outside. You guys look like a couple to me,” she placed her hands into her pockets.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. You didn’t want to be considered a “couple.” The most you wanted was a quick fuck, and that was it. You didn’t want a relationship at the moment, so it was out of the question.

“Yeah, whatever you say! We’re strictly fuck buddies, don’t get it twisted,” you hopped off of the counter, “And besides, relationships and feelings are for losers!”

She laughed at your response. “Whatever! I’ll take your word, but just know that I know exactly what’s going to happen,” she shrugged her shoulders.

You walked out of the kitchen towards your bedroom. You were a bit annoyed, but you decided to brush away those thoughts you had. Obito was simply your friend with benefits! You had nothing to worry about. He was an honest guy, so if he did like you, he’d come to you about it. It was in the agreement after all.

Sitting on your bed, your mind began to wander as to what you wanted to do today. You were going to take the day off, but lounging around didn’t seem fun at all. It would be a waste, so what could you do?

You then thought about Obito. You knew he wasn’t going to be up to much today, so maybe the two of you could hang out. He would probably be down too. That was unless he had plans for the day. If not, you’d probably just spend the rest of the day watching a show or something.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket. You went to send him a text to see if he was down to hang out. Part of you was hoping he’d actually want to hang out with you, because you enjoyed his presence a lot.

You: obito, what are you doing today?

Within seconds, he opened the message and began to type a response. You saw the chat bubble appear and disappear a few times.

Obito: nothing really, why?

You smiled, typing a message to him.

You: do you want to hang out? maybe go to the mall or something? i wanna take advantage of my free day

Your eyes flickered to the notice that he reacted to your message. He then began to type back. You hoped that was a good sign. You really wanted to see him today. It’d be super fun for the both of you.

Obito: fuck yeah, what time? i can come get you anytime

You: how about 1? i have to get ready and stuff

Obito: that’s perfect :) i’ll see you then, y/n

You felt a smile creep up on your cheeks. You honestly couldn’t wait to spend your day with him. You didn’t want to spend it with anybody else.

Wait, why were you thinking about him like that?

You had caught yourself being just a bit too comfortable with Obito. You thought of him a lot, but you knew it was you getting used to being his friend. You shouldn’t have been thinking about him in that sense. Obito was just your hookup. You told Konan of this, and you needed to keep pushing that.

He made you feel good, yes, but he’s not someone you could be with. You were an individual who didn’t need a relationship at the moment. You had to focus on your studies before anything, so dating was out of the question. You can’t let Obito get into your head like this.

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind. Right now, you needed to get ready for your plans with Obito.

It’d be fun, right?

One o’clock seemed to come faster than you thought it would.

Probably because you spent a few of those hours in between lounging on the couch scrolling through TikTok, but you didn’t want to speak about that right now.

You were finishing up the last touches of your outfit. You decided to wear an oversized crew neck with some biker shorts. You also finally took the time to find your old Air Force 1’s that you dirtied your freshman year. Seeing them made you cringe, but you were for sure going to buy some new ones.

You actually put some effort into your makeup. Usually, you wore a basic natural look, but today you put on some eyeliner with lip gloss. It was rare for you to be all dolled up, but you figured you’d go all out for it.

Staring at your lip gloss, you almost wanted to toss it. The specific lip gloss you had was the one he liked. He always complimented you whenever you wore it, and usually minutes later it’d be smudged all over his and your lips. Seeing it made your stomach turn. You didn’t want to waste the product, but part of you wanted to get rid of it.

You were lost in your thoughts when your phone pinged on your vanity. You instantly snapped out of it to see who messaged you.

Your eyes read the screen. You had a text from Obito.

Obito: i’m outside :)

You shoved your phone into the waistband of your pants. You then grabbed your wallet, and checked yourself one last time. You looked pretty good, and you liked your outfit. You just hoped nothing would happen to it when you were out at the mall. Anything was possible at this point.

You opened the door to your bedroom. You shut the door, and began to make your way towards the exit of your apartment. Konan had left earlier to go to work, so you had to remember to bring your key with you.

Opening the front door, you stepped out into the hallway. You then pulled the door shut, and slid the key into the lock to make sure the door wasn’t open.

You turned to walk towards the exit of your apartment building.

As you got closer, you saw a few people who were just coming back from school. Some of them looked pretty tired. You felt kind of bad for them. You silently hoped their exams went well.

You got to the door and pushed it open. The warm air from outside was quick to surround you. It wasn’t an extremely hot day, but it was sunny and somewhat humid. You picked the wrong day to wear a crew neck, but you’d be inside the mall the whole time. There was no way you’d sweat.

Well, that was unless Obito had something different in mind after you guys went to the mall.

You got to his car and pulled the car door open. You tossed your wallet and your phone onto the seat before getting into his car. The air conditioning was blasting, causing your body to cool down from the heat it was just wrapped in.

“Okay.. I see you,”

You turned your head to look at Obito. He had this smirk on his face. He was eyeing you like candy in his seat. It made you feel a bit shy, but nonetheless did you smile at him.

“Do you like it?” you nodded your head, waiting for his response.

He leaned over to get closer to your face. You could smell his cologne, and the faint aroma of mint coming from his lips. “Of course, you’re always so beautiful,” he then kissed your cheek, which caught you by surprise.

Your cheeks burned from his actions. Obito never did that to you before. It was somewhat unlike him, but you weren’t going to argue with him. It didn’t bother you or anything like that. It was kind of.. relaxing, if you were being honest.

He put his car into drive, placing his hand on your thigh as he drove from your apartment building. You looked down at his fingers. You wanted to reach and hold his hand, but you remembered that this wasn’t anything more than a friend with benefits. Touching him like that was out of the question. It could throw everything off.

Your eyes traveled to where Obito was sitting. He had his eyes focused on the road. Occasionally, you’d see his eyes squint, or his jaw clench. Whenever he moved his face, you could see the way his scars would move with his skin.

You wondered.. what was going through his mind? What did he think of this agreement? Was there something deeper going on inside of his head?

Turning your head away, you looked at your feet. You probably would never know what’s going on in his head.

But, why were you thinking about that so much?

The drive to the mall was fairly short. It was actually pretty close to campus, and it was a popular hangout spot for college students and high school kids. You practically grew up going to this mall.

You and Obito went to a few stores. You eyed a few pairs of shoes that you were interested in buying, and Obito picked out a few outfits he wanted to get. Of course, it was either sweatpants or hoodies. You teased him for having such a basic style, and he practically bullied you for your beat up Air Forces.

The two of you also decided to get cinnamon pretzel bites from the pretzel shop in the mall. You two were so hungry, and it was a snack that brought you so much nostalgia. Obito practically shoved you out of the way to pay for you, and it made you almost dump your lemonade on his head.

An hour had gone by, and the two of you were now just walking around the mall. The conversations you were having were honestly so entertaining. He told you stories about when he was kid, and how he could be so dumb.

“So you actually tripped down the stairs? And everyone saw?!” you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Obito chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. “Unfortunately, yes.. I was so embarrassed and I wanted to move away so badly,” he rolled his eyes.

You covered your mouth with your hand. “Yikes..” you looked down at the ground as you walked with him.

He was about to say something else, but he stopped when his eyes landed on a store. Not just any store, it was Victoria’s Secret. He knew how much girls liked that store, and he wondered if you liked it too.

The thought of you in lingerie was making his head spin.

“(Y/N),”

You stopped in your tracks to turn and look back at him. You nodded your head to the side. “Yeah? What’s up?” you approached him with your eyebrows furrowed.

Obito looked down at the ground then up at you. “Do you want to go in there?” he nodded his head at the store beside him.

You averted your gaze to the store next to you. It was Victoria’s Secret, you had been there numerous times. Your friends often went there to buy sexy bras for their boyfriends, and you always bought some kind of perfume or underwear. You never bought any of the fancy lingerie from there.

The store didn’t make you uncomfortable at all. You had been there before with a certain someone, and it wasn’t weird.

“Sure! Let’s go,” you smiled before walking inside.

Obito trailed after you as you walked inside. You were both hit with the smell of strong perfumes, and music was playing from a speaker above you. It wasn’t very packed, the only people inside were older women and a few teenage girls.

You looked around at the different lace bras. There were so many you could pick from. Some were maroon, black, purple, baby pink, white. You had a lot of options. You didn’t know if you could buy something though. This place was kind of pricey when it came to their clothing items, and it wasn’t like you had a lot of money laying around.

You were a college student after all.

Obito looked up at the mannequins. There were several of them wearing different bodysuits, or matching sets. He was practically drooling at the thought of you in one of those. He’d want to be the one tearing it off of you. He knew you’d look amazing in lingerie.

He grabbed the baby pink bodysuit off of the counter. He could see you walking around the store, browsing the shelves at the different items.

He approached you, making you look up at him with a smile. “What’s up?” you cocked your head to the side.

Obito revealed the piece of clothing to you. The sight of it made your face grow warm. “I really want to see you in this,” he said, “Do you wanna try it on? No force,”

You took the fabric from his hands. The material was soft, and you really liked the color. He had some good taste in lingerie if you were being honest.

“Sure, I’m down,” you shrugged your shoulders with a grin on your face.

You motioned for Obito to follow you. You made your way to the back where the dressing rooms were. You saw a few people exiting, placing items back. You were kind of bummed to see so many people putting certain things back. You bet they looked really nice in the clothes.

Obito stood behind you, he wasn’t nervous or anything, but he wasn’t sure what he'd do when he saw you in that lingerie. Sure, he could do something in the dressing room, but he wasn’t exactly a fan of something public like that. It’d be very risky, so he’d have to swallow those thoughts.

“Follow me!”

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw the employee leading you to one of the changing rooms. He followed you, and waited outside of the room.

The worker looked at him with a smile. “She’s pretty..!” she whispered, giving him a wink.

Obito laughed to himself at what she said. The worker wasn’t wrong at all. You were so damn beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he had a girl like you talking to him. You were like a hidden gem, and he was so happy he found you.

He was at his happiest whenever you were around him. You always knew what to say, and he was so thankful that you walked into his life.

Obito wasn’t sure how he felt about you, but all he knew was that you made him happy. He needed that, and he always felt so lucky to have someone like you to talk to. He always wondered if you thought about him like that.

He heard the door to the dressing room open. Your head popped through the open crack. “Obito, can you come here?” you looked at him.

He hurriedly went to the room. He didn’t want someone thinking he was creeping on you or something. You took his arm and dragged him into the room with you, pulling the door shut while you were at it.

It took Obito a couple of seconds to look at you. When his eyes finally landed on your body, he almost fell over.

You were so, so stunning.

You were now facing the mirror. Obito drank in the sight of how the fabric hugged every curve of your skin. The color made you look even better, and his mind was running wild. You had to be the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid his eyes upon. How could he resist you?

You noticed that he was silent. You hoped he wasn’t grossed out or something. “Um.. do you not like it?” you turned around to look at him.

Obito blinked, coming from his thoughts. “W-What?! No, I love it! You look so good,” he placed his hands on your hips, “Look at you..”

He turned you around so you were now looking at yourself in the mirror. His hands explored your waist and your hips. You leaned into his touch. It was intoxicating, you couldn’t get enough of it. Butterflies were swarming in your stomach.

Obito buried his face in your neck, looking at you in the mirror. He had this seductive look in his eyes. It made goosebumps erupt on your skin, and your thighs press together. You couldn’t do this here, but it was so tempting.

“Looking so pretty for me, baby,” he added, “What am I going to do with you..?”

You shivered as his lips brushed against the skin of your neck. Your body was betraying you. You knew you couldn’t do this here. If you got caught, god knows what would happen to you, but Obito was making you burn. He was only making the flame worse.

You turned around so you were now facing him. You placed your hands on his chest. His hands were still squeezing at your hips. “Obito.. we can’t do this here..” you looked up into his eyes.

He played with the straps on your shoulders. “I know.. but I really want you to buy this. You look amazing,” he said, “Please..”

You chewed on your bottom lip. You really wanted to buy it, but it wasn’t exactly cheap. If you had more money, you’d for sure buy it, but you didn’t want to disappoint Obito.

“I don’t have the money for it, Obito,” you traced the muscles beneath his shirt.

His eyes lit up once the words left your tongue. That wasn’t exactly an issue for him. You must have forgotten that he had money too. “I can buy it for you. It would do nothing to my bank account, trust me,” he pulled your body closer against his.

You laughed, what was with him always wanting to buy you stuff? He spoiled you whenever he had the chance, and you felt so bad. You could never give it back. You hoped he wasn’t annoyed deep down. You weren’t asking for him to buy things for you, but this was pretty expensive.

“You don’t have to do that,” you replied, “You already buy so much for me,”

Obito rolled his eyes, a smile painted on his face when you responded to him. “Because I want to, you don’t have to worry about it, (Y/N). If I didn’t want to do this for you, I wouldn’t have,” he reached up to cup your cheek, “Besides.. you could consider this a gift for the both of us,”

You furrowed your eyebrows, what did he mean by that? Was he implying that he was going to wear it too or something?

You nodded your head, “How so?”

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. His other hand trailed down the small of your back. “This could be my early birthday present. I’d love to see you wearing this for me on my special day,” he smirked, leaning towards your ear.

Chills danced down your spine from his words. There was no way you could say no to that. His voice was so deep and seductive. The pure idea alone made you feel so aroused. You wondered what kind of sex he’d give you on his birthday. He was already a beast in the sheets. God knows what he’s like when it’s his birthday, and you’re wearing lingerie for him.

“Fine.. I’ll get it,” you fluttered your lashes at him.

This look of satisfaction took over his features once your words left your lips. “Sounds good..” he tapped your butt playfully.

You left his grasp to go and take off your clothes. You wanted to get out of here and pay for this bodysuit already. You really wanted to take this somewhere else and finish up wht you started.

“And (Y/N),”

You turned around to look at Obito who was standing at the door. A seductive expression was all over his face. It made you curious as to what he was going to tell you.

“Make sure you wear that on my birthday, alright? If not, I’m gonna be really disappointed, princess. You don’t want to ruin my birthday, do you?” he raised his eyebrows as he crossed his arms.

Your mouth went dry, and this feeling of excitement rushed through you. Your stomach bubbled with anticipation. You couldn’t believe he told you that, but you weren’t complaining at all. It made your mind wander to what was in store for you on his birthday.

You’d have to do something special for him on his birthday. There was no way you’d pass that up.

Feeling flustered, you pushed his chest. “Go, let me change!” you avoided his eyes to hide your shyness.

Obito laughed at your embarrassment. “Fine, fine! I’m going, but remember what I said,” he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, whatever you say..” you grumbled, looking away from him.

He opened the door to the dressing room and went back to where he was standing. He honestly found it amusing that you were so shy around him. He was surprised that you became so flustered that quickly. He needed to do that more often. He liked when you got like that.

After a few minutes, you came out of the dressing room. You handed the lingerie to Obito, and followed him out to the direction of the line where people stood to pay for their items. There wasn’t really anyone there, so you guys would check out pretty quickly.

Standing in line, you looked around at the different perfumes and other items around you. It had been a pretty long time since you had bought something from Victoria’s Secret. Maybe you’d have a girls day with Konan and come here.

You could also possibly get some more lingerie for Obito.

“Go on and look around, I got it,” Obito turned around to look at you.

You nodded your head in acknowledgement. You then left his side in the line to look around the store. You eyed a few items that you liked. You’d definitely return another time to get some more things.

Surprising Obito sounded like a good idea.

You looked at the black lace bra which was on display. It looked pretty, and you wondered how you’d look in it. You didn’t have an issue with the color at all. If anything, you were kind of a fan of darker colors.

But, you did have a soft spot for those pastel-like colors.

“Hey there..”

You whipped around to see someone standing behind you. It wasn’t Obito, but instead it was some random guy. You didn’t recognize him at all, but he looked somewhat around your age. He had this lazy smile on his features.

“Um, hi? Do I know you or something?” you played with the fabric of your sleeves.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably not.. but I just wanted to come and talk to you. You’re really attractive, and I wanted to know if you wanted to exchange snaps?” he nodded his head to the side.

This kind of thing made you freeze. You haven’t been in a situation like this in a really long time. Not since.. that day last year. You weren’t exactly trusting when it came to random guys like this. He seemed really intimidating if you were being honest.

“U-Um, no thanks, I’m not really interested,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

He raised an eyebrow at your response. You were hoping this guy would get the hint. “Are you sure? You’re really pretty and I’d treat you right, babe,” he stepped closer to you.

You backed up so he wasn’t so close to you. “I’m sure! I’m not interested,” your voice was firm and direct.

“C’mon, at least give me a-“

“What’s going on here?”

You turned around to see Obito standing behind you. He had the pink bag in his hand, and a serious look was written all over his face. If you were being honest, he looked really scary. Obito looked like he could punch the guy in the face.

Without warning, Obito’s arm went to snake around your waist. Your back was now pressed against his chest. “Is he bothering you, babe?” he looked down at you with curiosity in his eyes.

You looked at the guy in front of you, then back at Obito. You really didn’t know what to say, but you could possibly get the guy off your back with your response.

“Yeah, I tried turning him down, but he didn’t let it go,” you placed your hand on Obito’s forearm.

The guy in front of you seemed awkward. He put his hands up defensively. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend..” he said.

Obito chuckled, “Yeah, she does. Are you going to leave now? Me and her have some things to talk about. You know.. what we’re going to do when we get home. I’m hoping she shows me this new set. I really hope I find out what Victoria’s secret is.. if you know-“

“Obito,” you cut him off, looking up at him.

What he said made the guy walk past you. He didn’t even say anything else. It was kind of entertaining if you were being honest.

You wiggled out of Obito’s grasp. “Let’s get going,” you fixed your crewneck while you had the chance.

He then grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Bet,” he smiled.

The two of you left the store. You didn’t even realize how nonchalantly you walked out with his hand in yours. It felt so.. right, and part of you didn’t want to pull away from him. You liked the touch for some reason, and you couldn’t even remember the thoughts you were having earlier in the day.

Obito wasn’t your boyfriend though.

Yet, he treated you like you were his girlfriend.

Was this what Konan was talking about? Does Obito think this is something more than a friends with benefits? His body language, his words, everything was so different.

As you walked through the mall, you passed by an older elderly couple. You felt their eyes watching you as you walked by.

“Oh to be young and in love again,”

For some reason, that’s what set it off for you. You thought it was right, but you knew deep down it wasn’t right for you to be like this with Obito. Neither of you needed a relationship right now. You couldn’t be with him. You can’t do that to yourself.

You pulled your hand out of his. It made Obito look at you, but you didn’t say anything to him. You didn’t want to start something. It could risk everything between you two, and that wouldn’t be a good idea at all.

You needed to remind yourself of the boundaries you had with him.

He was your fuck buddy, nothing more.

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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Actually Yknow what....I got some time let’s fucking play with this idea. For context, the reader is a warrior resting in Elysium, after spending their life fighting for the gods and goddesses. This might be trash but HERE YA GO (Honestly not sure how to space dialogue, so if it seems repetitive just know I didn’t wanna have 13 different dots, also slight NSFW warning.)

Life in Elysium was monotonous to say the least. After your taxing mortal years of fighting foe after foe, brutalizing the competition and proudly displaying your scars in honor of the gods, spending your time lounging around was a mental shock. Of course it was wonderful to know that you were recognized for your work, but still. You couldn’t deny it was wonderfully relaxing though. Just...a little too relaxing.

You would’ve said the same for today, had a rather well built man (you’d love to take him in a fight) not wandered up to you. “Hello there! Hate to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had seen any tall solemn looking man, grey hair and a black cloak? Rather mean looking fellow-“ The young man seemed to choke on his words as your eyes traced over his frame. His face was burning hot, mouth dry and something in his chest thrumming as your irises finally met his. Why in gods name did they hypnotize him? Were you a gorgon in your past life?

“Are you alright there? If your head got knocked in battle, I’d be happy to take a look at it. Tended to myself enough times to be considered a healer!” Chortling, you stood from the soft grass and began to gently maneuver him to the ground. “I...yes I did hit my head. I’m Zagreus, I should’ve said that sooner.” Zagreus’ voice faded towards the end of the sentence as your hands began to card softly through his hair. He’d have to get on Hypnos for making him feel drowsy in the middle of this meeting. A hum was the only response you got, and a mutter of your name as you continued to work through and apply a slab to any cuts.

The prince only awoke when he heard grunting, fearing that it was some absent minded warrior wishing to challenge him as some final show of strength or some entertainment. Well, he’ll have them know he isn’t just a one stop shop for free shows. Rushing to stand, heterochromatic eyes focusing on a bleary form. An odd form of spear, the bladed part lengthier than most, stabbed viciously into a nearby tree trunk. The multiple holes and torn bark showed how much the flora had been abused. Zag would’ve been more concerned, had your toned arms now ripped it out. Heat pooled in his stomach as he watched your muscles flex in the natural light of the gardens.

Soon enough, you started to offer sparring with him, wishing to help train him before he continued on his journey which you had heard so much about from the boy. In return, war stories and fierce battle tales were exchanged, even a presentation of the marks gained from them. And every single time the youth felt that same warmth, the way his face would flush as you complimented his form, how you fretted over his injuries and how close you got during your sessions. How your spear felt so cool against his throat as you straddled him, panting next to his ear as you attempted to regain your breath. “Wonderfully done my friend. You’re getting better ever time. Perhaps you’ll pin me one day.” “...I’m perfectly fine with you pinning me.” “Hm?” “Nothing!”

He couldn’t help but bring you up to Nyx, asking for advice on how to possibly handle it. The night seemed hesitant on responding, part of her hoping it was just a crush. She forced herself to mutter about mates, how you just knew when you had found them.

And with the might of Olympus, the boy took it and ran with it. The two of you were MADE for each other. You were his. All his, body, soul and mind all made just to work along side him. And much to his delight (and the delight of his libido if we’re being honest here), he was yours. The prince belonged to you, and you only. Carrying himself with newfound delight and purpose, Zagreus slashed and gruesomely tore his way through the underworld to you. Mates. Zag was so sure of the happiness that would wash over you, how you’d embrace him and finally, finally mean it when you pressed him against the wall. When you grinded against him as his hands clung desperately to your hips in an attempt to ground himself. Gods the boy wouldn’t even mind if he lost himself as you finally physically marked him as yours.

OH MY GODDDDDD ZAG ANON YOURE SUCH A TALENTED WRITER!!!!! I FEEL SO HONORED TO BE ABLE TO READ THIS ITS AMAZING!! IN LITERALLY LIKE 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 HHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!

Somebody get Zag some Refreshing Nectar he's way too thirsty jsjvdjvcs

#yandere zagreus x reader #yandere zagreus #yandere hades game #yandere hades #hades game x reader #zagreus x reader #zag anon #hades game #yandere #yandere x reader #suggestive #on this day i am blessed. thank you so much again this is *chef's kiss* perfection #aaaAAAA

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hoonhrt · 4 years ago

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MUSIC SHOP

: pairing — idol! heeseung x music store worker! reader

: genre — fluff

: album recc. — case study 01 by daniel caesar and any of the albums i mentioned throughout the story!

: a/n — this is a little more on the lengthier side so please know that before reading! (i couldn’t help myself i luv hee too much)

it was a slow day at the shop. the dim fairy lights hung around lowly, making the atmosphere feel even slower. you walked around the store pushing a small grey cart that held all the albums, records, and cassette tapes one could ever imagine of, placing everything in their correct spots for future consumers to find.

the sound of a faint bell was heard from the back of the store. where you were, indicating that someone had came in. you flatten out the front of your sweater and rush to greet the costumer. you are met with a tall man dressed in all black from head to toe, water droplets fell off the shoulder of his jacket and you make a mental note to mop the floor later.

“hello! welcome to moonshines music. please let me know if you need help with anything, i’ll be happy to assist!” you cheerfully exclaim. you welcome costumers with a joyful energy that even cheers them up, it was your thing. the costumer pulled down the black mask from his face and waited for you to react. he was a slightly astonished when a reaction never came. no gasps, no eyes widening, no realization of who he was. just you with a firm smile on your face waiting for him to walk away and start shopping. he eyes you for a little before nodding his head and makes his way to the direction of the CD albums.

he pondered this feeling for a little. he wasn’t used to not being recognized. i mean, everyone knows him. he was on ever magazine cover and topped all the charts with his music. his face was plastered on every product poster that covered the walls of the busy city. so how could you not? he thinks that maybe you didn’t want to scare him off or bother him with pictures and autographs, inflating his ego a little bit. but still, why did you not say anything?

“excuse me! do you mind helping me out?” you could hear his voice from across the store as he shouted for you. jogging from your previous to his still figure.

“how can i help you?” continuing on your energetic personality. he didn’t have a real reason to ask for help, he was just too intrigued by you and needed a reason to converse with you. he looks around the store frantically for a minuet before looking back behind him to the CD’s he initially walked towards. “can you choose an album for me?” he blurts in your face loudly.

this wasn’t the first time someone asked for music recommendations but he walked in with confidence so you assumed he was a man who knew his music. “uhh yes um— do you perhaps have favourite genre that you maybe like?” you question him. he just stares at you, his lips folded in with a blank expression on his face. he shakes his head no. you politely nod again, now even more conflicted with what to recommend. you trail your eyes around the store till you see through the window next to the door. the sky is crying, whilst gray clouds surround it. the streetlight emitting an orange hue that reflect the fallen rain drops on the glass and you suddenly remember the small drops of water that trickled down his jacket sleeve when he first entered the store.

walking behind him you scan for the letter D section and begin to search for the album. letting out a soft ‘hmm’ before pulling out the album and handing it to him. “Case Study 01 by Daniel Caesar. perfect for rainy days when you aren’t lost in your thoughts.” you end with a smile on your face. ‘so they really have no idea to who I am, huh’ he thinks to himself. he looks down at the album in his hands than looking back up at you. a gentle smile reaching his lips. he follows you to the cashier register and pushes the album towards you. “that’ll be $10.15! card or cash?” he whips out his wallet and takes out a credit card. you can’t help but notice it was a black card, a card only the richest of people have. you wonder how this man can be so rich and why he is buying from a tiny music store in the middle of a unknown area.

you’re pulled away from your thoughts when the sound of the machine goes off, indicating the purchase has gone through. you delicately place the album into a tiny bag and hand it over to him with glee. “enjoy the album sir! if you ever do comeback, let me know what you thought about it!” you say in a courteous manner. the young man now looks at you with a toothy grin on display for you to awe at. he nods in affirmation before exiting. the atmosphere becoming quiet again. you hoped to see that man again.

another week has rolled around. you hum under your breath a silly little tune from a song on one of your many playlists, sending another customer off a new record they seemed to be extremely excited about. your job wasn’t much but seeing people share the same love for music as you was something that never failed to make you love life. wiping down the cashier, you hear the door chime and see the same handsome man from last week. you catch a glimpse of the clear sky and the natural light of the sun from out the door as he enters.

“i LOVED that album! you described it literally perfectly, it fit the vibes of the weather sooo much but didn’t leave me agonizing about life like how the rain usually makes me feel.” it made you so happy and almost accomplished to have someone come back and praise you for your music choice. you were about to start telling him it was no big deal before he proposes, again, to choose another album for him. you look at him a little unsure, you honestly didn’t know what to give him this time and you were scared he wouldn’t like it this time. he can see the anxiety flush over your face but lets you know he is looking for something this time. “give me your childhood favourite album. like, you know every single lyric for every song on this album.” your eyes go wide as you practically jump towards the shelf. he giggles quietly, thinking how cute you looked.

you prance towards the shelf knowing exactly where it was. in your hands was the Up All Night by One Direction, you shove the album into his hands with a passionate smile. he looks at you and tries to hide his judgment from you, which doesn’t work as you can see his eyebrow arch up and study the album in slight disgust. “hey! i danced to this album every night before i went to sleep for 3 years as a kid okay? it’s my favourite album!” your bottom lip pushes out, gazing at him with eyes the resemble a cute puppy. he throws his head back lets out a laugh that you think you could listen to for hours on end.

just as the prior week, he passes you the album to scan through and pulls out his card to pay. he was about to make his way out before you stop him. “can I have your name?” you requested. you took a liking to the kind guy, he had a pretty face and laugh that you particularly enjoyed. he checks his phone and swiftly swipes through the millions of notifications he has, then gazing back up at you. a genuine look plastered on your face. a look that feigned innocence, kept promises, and truly enjoyed life for what it was. “heeseung. my name is heeseung.”

you tug the key out of the door lock with a little force. the moon created a source of light and comfort as you made your way away from the shop and towards the subway station. you worked longer than usual and fatigue was the only thing felt within your weak bones. a car pulled up next to you, the window rolled down and revealed the person that has been occupying your thoughts recently, heeseung.

“on your way home?” you nod. “hop in, i’ll drive you home, we can listen to some music while we’re at it.” now you usually don’t just get into random peoples car, but you trusted him. who else would listen One Direction because someone asked them to?

his car was black from top to bottom, mirroring his outfits that he always wore. the windows were tinted and it looked intimidating from the outside, but on the inside sat a doe-eyed boy with the prettiest smile to exist. heeseung’s hand reaches out to turn up the volume of the car sound system. the sound of Frank Ocean’s voice fills up the empty sound within his car. it was song you were unfamiliar with. you ask what song this was and he lets out a dramatic gasp, almost looking offended. “you DON’T know this song? I guess pretty people can have flaws huh,” he turns his head to watch you flush a pink shade that can still be seen despite the darkness. a sight he thinks is quiet lovable.

the car ride to your home lasted much shorter than you wished it did. you two talked about everything under the moon. favourite songs, old childhood friends, past lovers. heeseung enjoyed the fact that you didn’t know his career identity. to the world he was Lee Heeseung, world renowned singer and model, but to you he was just, heeseung. a young boy who loved music and loved the world involved around it. you made him feel like a regular person again.

as you open the car door to make way into the glass doors of your apartment complex, heeseung grabs your wrist and pulls you back into the car. “how about... i lend you my favourite album this time, and next week on—” he checks the schedule his manager sent him, “saturday at 6 pm, i pick you up and we can talk more about it hm?” he holds his phone towards you with a cheeky smile on his face. you shake your head in disbelief as you bit back a smile of your own that is creeping on to your face. “I’ll see you then, hee.” your heart skipping beats as you walk away from the running vehicle.

unbeknownst to you, an excited heeseung punches the air rapidly with excitement. he silently screams into the night like a kid. feeling as if he was on cloud 9 to have scored a date with someone who’s a) the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and b) someone who likes him for his truest self.

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silverflqmes · 8 months ago

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HELP IWOWSHJE YOU THINK IM FUNNY??😻 im kidding.. let me be normal🫡

im sure it’ll be great!! would fr read your og work if you’re producing content this solid😩 BUT YEAH IDK SEFIKURA JUST GOT SOMETHING THAT HAD ME GASPING FOR AIR ITS JUST LIKE?? they’re so complex and despite being enemies they literally understand one another the best?? it’s just so insane to me honestly how similar yet so different that they are- it intrigues me to see how they progress throughout the games ( i’ve only played remake — which i finished almost two weeks ago i wanna say, playing cc now as im answering actually😭, ec and watched ac ), but i have limited time since i gotta start up college in september and wont have a console at my disposal since im leaving it behind probs</3

i myself have not written much for sefikura — just got one thing up on my acc which was an intrusive / analysis drabble while i was playing remake and got to the edge of creation😵‍💫 cuz writing oneshots is not something i often do unless i have an idea and i just need to get it OUT of my brain😭 otherwise i occupy myself with my lengthier fics on wattpad — which are for haikyuu😭 but since i’ve been brain rotting sm abt ff7 i decided to indulge just a little bit to try my hand at writing it<3

DIALOGUE?? honestly, valid cuz whenever i read their interactions in your fics it’s just crazy how on point they both are. dialogue fr is super important to writing which im trying to work on rn as i write my original story cuz i gotta remember speech mannerisms, behavior, stuff like that so characters are differentiated!! hmm, tbh listening to voices does make sense cuz somehow you had me hearing their voices for certain lines so good job on that, cuz you hella succeeded😩 agreed tho character / relationship development, whether or not established is important and i think you handle it rlly well along with the progression throughout your stories, granted i was VERY MUCH on the edge of my seat during the last chance w the whole tifa thing😭 ITS HONESTLY A RELIEF THAT YOU DO HAPPY ENDINGS cuz STAR WARS RUINED ME TBH so getting a happy ending for a change is so refreshing🧎‍♀️HOKANO ATE AT ME IT WAS 4AM AND I COULD NOT SLEEP UNTIL I FINISHED READING😭 when i got to the end i was like ohmygod are they gonna die?? but still a good fic i rlly loved the concept<3 angst just has me some way😔

BAKAHWKWWJ A SCORPIO?? okay okay it does explain a bit LMAO slay scorpio rep<3 yeah im just naturally impatient😵‍💫 and just spontaneous when it comes to writing.. deadass i would open up my books and just go in while thinking of stuff along the way ( basically, no plan minus the outline i make.. )

but i agree with what you mean abt having smtn to look forward to, i used to do that but keeping a schedule became a little difficult these last few years so i just kinda posted stuff whenever i could :’) at times i might also lose inspo and shift over to another fic but atm ive just been focusing on one full on fic since i fleshed it out the most and just a bit of a happy place for me🫶 i understand w your fics tho cuz seph and cloud are pretty different in each story from what i saw! PLS I TRIED TO DO A SHIP WEEK ONCE FOR A PAIRING AND I DID NOT LAST😭 i was like aint no way i cannot keep up like this.. but what you produced was chef’s kiss honestly, loved<3 PLS I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO RESPOND AGAIN I WAS LIKE OH!!

DEFINITELY HAD A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE🫣 i went into the theater completely blind to what was gonna happen and was surprised to see so many ppl?? and honestly ate up the whole movie — like ik there are mixed opinions regarding it but it was so good??? and when sephiroth showed up at the end i was completely GONE my eyes were fr glued to the screen it was just insane and the fight was so well put together??? 12/10 movie🗣️ OOOO THAT SOUNDS COOL honestly i wish i’d gotten into ff at a younger age but growing up i was super immersed in tekken and star wars ( mainly ), it’s where a lot of my inspiration comes from😵‍💫 probably why i like sephiroth sm too cuz he reminds me of anakin a lot.. but yeah, i held off on tapping into ff since school was out for blood with me🫡 so i’m grinding and indulging in whatever i can now before uni starts for me😭 BAHAHAHA she has no intentions of allowing me any escape i fear.. BRO FFN AS IN FANFICTION.NET?? i have not heard abt that site in so long oml.. i started there too back in 2017😭😭 i was into fairy tail at the time :’) but i shifted over to wp and now juggle wp and tumblr.. online ive been writing i wanna say for about seven years?? but writing ive been doing since i was about eight yrs old ( currently nineteen😵‍💫 ) geez i feel old now as well looking back at everything i wrote😭😭

HAJQHSJS YEAH E2L😭😭 last year i was reading so many fantasy enemies to lovers books that i picked up the lingo readers often used..😶‍🌫️ BUT IT SO IS THE BEST DYNAMIC! it just goes harder than it should😩 zakkura is cute but i feel you on that i need complexity i need ANGST i need shit to go down, the touch her / him and you die, the who hurt you, stakes, conflict, build up — SLOW BURN AND THE BANTER OML like i need all of that bc when they get together there’s just- this satisfaction where you’re like FUCK YEAH!! ahem but yeah😭 i agree, zakkura is more comforting and just sweet, very much on the healing side — its good when you need hella fluff</3 but they’re also the definition of right person, wrong time / not enough time🥹 ff7 is so cruel</3

IM FR LIVING FOR SEPHIROTH TEASING THE HELL OUT OF CLOUD AND GETTING ON HIS NERVES😭 its just so GOOD. so satisfying to read🫣 ZACK IS SUCH A BESTI FR!! we love him for supporting his buddies<3 i cant wait to see more!! and yes😭 i read everything a little throughout the month since your style was just so refreshing to read<3

the last chance was so good honestly i rlly liked the way you explored what was essentially a hypothetical of sephiroth returning again — i was so worried the whole time that smtn would happen to him but then i was like happy ending happy ending ( me on copium basically ) and it all went well<3 it was so cute to see sephi with the kids🥹

fr?? honestly i can see what you mean, i did notice it was a bit on the darker side which made me curious to see how you would handle the story — but i hope you’re doing okay now!! make sure you’re taking care of yourself!! but yup it helps to write whenever things are tough tbh, best way to get stuff out :’) looking forward to seeing the reunion yupyup<3

BAHAHHA DW I WROTE A LOT TOO SO YOURE GOOD😭

hi hi not necessarily an ask but i wanted to tell you that your works are so good??? like i’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that your stories are not the canon plot of ff7 AND YET IT FEELS SO REALISTIC BECAUSE YOU PORTRAY THE CHARACTERS SO WELL??? i fr almost gaslighted myself for a second there BAHAHAHA ahem, anyway, really love your style of writing, it’s so refreshing to me<3 literally got me giddy and looking forward to fic updates for the first time in awhile?? i’ve been in a reading slump for a good minute and your sefikura fics dragged me out in the most emotional yet spicy way possible IDK HOW YOU DO IT WITH THE WAY TAG TEAMING SMUT AND ANGST SO LANGUIDLY, LITERALLY GOT ME UGLY CRYING ONE MINUTE AND THEN SCREAMING THE NEXT

the power you hold oml but anyway — all in all it’s immaculate, eating it up fr🧎‍♀️ can’t wait to read more!!

and ummmm.. my bad for the word vomit i fr had to simp on main and show my appreciation🫡 have a good rest of your day / night!!<33

Wow, thank you so much! 😱 It’s not everyday I get praised like that, and I’m so honored you like my work that much! 🥰 I love to write, and I have original work on the backburner indefinitely because sefikura has stolen my soul for all eternity, haha. And I know exactly what you mean, I was so disappointed that fics I liked a lot only updated once a year or were left unfinished and I just...got so fed up with it that I decided I’d rather just spend my time writing my own than keep trying to read them. That’s why I’ll never leave a story unfinished(though sequels may take a while to appear). My comments section on AO3 is open to both users and guests, so you are always free to scream about it there or here, I don’t mind in the slightest! It makes me excited to post when you’re excited for the update, too!

Out of curiosity, which story got you hooked on my work? 👀 In Death is my current fic that has 5 chapters left, and I’ll post one every single Friday until it’s complete, with chapter 15 coming out in just a couple days~! Ahh, the reunion is almost at hand! I also made a special image for the final chapter, and I can’t wait to share it. :) Thank you for leaving me such a lovely comment, I’m truly honored to receive it! 💖💖

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